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eminem - fuck off lyrics

artist: kid rock f/ eminema shimmy shimmy go go motha f-ckin pop
it’s the k-k-kid rock with the k-k-kid rock sh-t
i’m on top b-tch and rock for tricks
h-lla whips and nips and flip trips for whips
i get all the money p-ssy falls like rain
been gettin’ laid and paid that’s why i never complain
if i ain’t in it for the money i’m in it for the p (or is it d)
it’s 1998 yo and you still can’t f-ck with me
you don’t be f-ckin’ with the blue eye
f-ckin’ with my 2-5 up your f-ckin’ -ss like my shoe size
i got a new vibe, kinda like voodoo
you do what we say and we’ll do what we want to
we’re f-ckin’ up your city and we’re f-ckin’ up your progam
f-ckin’ all your b-tches we can f-ckin’ give a godd-mn
twisted brown gets down with no -ssistance
we won’t quit until we’re banned from existence
persistance pays if that holds true
then i’m gonna buy this f-ckin’ planet before the time i’m through
i was praised and raised on the thoughts of no takings
so let me get what i got comin’ and the rest i’m fakin’
i’m shakin’ like jerry lee lewis and sh-t
you act like the motherf-cker’s new at this sh-t
but i’ve been true to this sh-t given’ my heart and soul
been shinin’ like a diamond but gettin’ p-ssed as coal
so f-ck off
yeah

with my pants half hangin’ off my -ss and sh-t
bowl filled hash pockets stuffed with cash
i be the mushroom trippin’ sippin’ shots of jack
’cause the kids don’t listen gettin’ lots of flack
i be the do wa diddy up and down you block and
the 10 karat kid with my triggers c-ckin’
the k the i the d r-o-c k motherf-cker and you still don’t know me
so blow me b-tch i don’t rock for -edited-
i rock for the cash and the topless dancers
don’t have no answers so p-ss the joint
i’m just paid in full and made in detroit
i ride like setta in the indy 5
and get live with that which get’s me high
strive for perfection this much is true
we do what we say you say what we do
kid rock i couldn’t be no bozo
and i get too much nina
-edited- and my glock rolls solo to arizona
i’m an easy rider dreamin’ of wynonna
i roam the country like a greyhound bus
put faith in l-st and in god i trust
i’m not peter pan i don’t f-ck with fairies
but i bust more rhymes than virgin cherries
and harry carey couldn’t call my game
f-cked so many hoes i’m in the hall of fame
and i show no shame from coast to coast
i don’t mean to brag, but i like to boast
f-ck off
yeah right in your mother f-ckin’ -ss b-tch
with that detroit city sh-t ain’t sh-t swift we’re on the same script
nothing new since 76 kid rock
yo slim shady come break these mother f-ckers off

(eminem)
yo tell the world to hold their breath they’re breathing the wrong air
this planet belongs to me and this hippy with long hair
two white boys who spike punch and light joints
hang around drugs loud music and like noise
slim shady and brown trucker another bunch of mother f-ckers
who hate the world as much as each other
and i ain’t leaving this party tonight
’til i see some naked b-tches dancin’ around drunk touchin’ each other
rum and pepsi got your perception of me sketchy
’cause when i stage dive people are scared to catch me
’cause all i do is curse and f-ck
so when i do ‘shrooms you all better give me two rooms
’cause i’m f-ckin’ the first one up
so when you see me on your block you better lock your cars
’cause you know i’m losin’ it when i’m rappin’ to rock guitars
this is for children who break rules
people that straight fool
and ever single teenager that hates school

f-ck off

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