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dj jazzy jeff - when to stand up lyrics

[scratched x3:]
[mr. garrison] “no…you hear me! you go to h-ll”

[eminem]
yo
at birth i was born with the biggest middle finger on earth
the first time i went to stick it up the sh-t hurt
mom wouldn’t take me, the b-tch still hates me
one day she said, “go rake leaves,” i said, “make me!”
i’m proud to announce i was probably the first kid
who was kicked out of his house for making fart sounds with his mouth
arguing with me and mom was on-going
she called law enforcement when i broke the law mower
the sl-t gave me a truck when i turned sixteen
i went to start it and it screamed, “please fix me!”
back then, when will smith was still the fresh prince
and him and jeff were still best friends, i guess then
i decided to cut cl-ss to rap full time
and get the f-ck outta this fake sh-t school and rhyme
anybody who thinks this f-ckin att-tude is a gimmick
come and see me, see if i don’t live up to this image
break sh-t!

[scratched x4:]
“no…you hear me! you go to h-ll!”

[parl yams]
yo, y’all rappers have never learned
that’s why i’m f-ckin wit y’all
run around telling n-gg-s they can f-ck wit parl
i bring it to your high school, smoke the prom
put your brother in a headlock, choke your mom
cause any horror like a play off loss in game seven
walk around ripping on n-gg-s madder than james evans
my left hand’s sharp it moves freestyle ultra
slap my d-ck like kool keith
f-ck like you stole from me, and rules the streets
i don’t wanna have to f-ck you up, so cool cease
parl yams be the chosen thug
what i spit be cold juice like a frozen hug
run the streets while you’re stuck at home
my temper like bushwick bill, b-tch leave me the f-ck alone
i’ve been jealous since n-gg-s was windmillin’
these cats just started to rhyme, my pen’s spillin’
your moms just told me to act, i’ve been wheelin’
so boy just slow your deck, i’ve been stealin’
i wet rappers cause it’s me and em
i guess i just ain’t give a f-ck like eminem
burglarize take busts with the slugs
come in your window like (? ? ?) and bustin’ your club
put the heat up i teach them n-gg-z what to suck
and my young lords, when to stand up and light the dutch

[scratched x4:]
“no…you hear me! you go to h-ll!”

[eminem]
i came to my last show with a horse swingin’ a l-sso
drunk with the -sshole ripped out of an old bathrobe
cause i don’t give a f-ck, you better understand that
two zantacs, i don’t give a f-ck where soundscan at
billboard, drugs is what i kill for
i’m happy gilmore, just slip me anything in pill form
i may mingle but i plan to stay single
play bingo and drink, get old and watch my face wrinkle
sike, i’m 24 thursday; six more birthdays
and i’m blowin my brains out when i’m thirty
as long as my heart beats i’ma keep tryin to see
how much speed i can eat before i fall the f-ck asleep
so “i’m the rapper, he’s the dj”
i’m the one thats got the six year old nephew screamin “f/u/c/k”
so jeff, give me a scratch (scratched: “no!”)
the rest of y’all can kiss my -ss ’til your lips stick to my pants

[scratched x5:]
“no…you hear me! you go to h-ll!

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