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eminem - get you mad lyrics

artist: sway and king tech f/ eminem

yo.. yo! (- eminem hachs up spit -)
mic check.. (my d-ck!)
testing.. one, two (- eminem hach-spits on mic -)
ffff-f-ck.. (my d-ck!) my nuts..

my att-tude is worse than nwa’s was
i’ll battle you over stupid sh-t and diss people
who ain’t have sh-t to do with it, like cool j does (my tattoo!)
you see me standin outside of your buildin; screamin,
“puffy is good, (hey!) but slim shady is for the children!” (wait!)
i look at my life in a new light — f-ck it
give me two mics; i write songs for me — f-ck what you like
you’re probably hear me rap half-hearted; cause i don’t like rap anyway
i’m just tryin to get my p-rno career started
every place and event.. +been there, done that+
sh-t, dre stuck me in a suitcase when he went
(- zipper sound -) “come on, let’s go!”
want a deal? study these 5 chapters
lesson one: throw demos as hard as you can at signed rappers
lesson two: face em and diss em (whattup dog?)
don’t give em a demo; kidnap em (i want you to come with me)
and make em come to your bas-m-nt and listen
(you’re gonna f-ckin check this out)
lesson three: get a job at a label; switch demos with canibus
and put yours on the owner’s table (here listen!)
lesson four: ‘know you heard this before’
“hey let me get your number; i’ll call you tomorrow, for sure!”
don’t act like a fan — you wanna get signed?
get the whitest a&r you can find
pull him aside and rap as wack as you can
lesson five: get a hook-up at jive
dress up like i.c.p. and have them come see you perform live
and that’s the key, but when you see me on the street; i ain’t
givin you sh-t b-tch – don’t even bother askin me (get away from me)
toilet water splashes me right in the -ss when i’m spittin
cause i’m always sh-ttin when i’m rappin like master p (unnnggggh!)
got a bl-wj-b from paula jones, and stuffed it so far in her mouth
my b-lls broke both of her collarbones (oww!)
told mya this sh-t was all about me-ah (“it’s all about me..”)
gave alyssa milano syphillis, mono and gonorrhea (“you’re a d-ck!”)
and all three of my main girls said see-ya
cause brandy and monica walked in and caught me f-ckin aaliyah
(what? oh my god!) i splish splash while i’m takin a bath
grab a handful of pills, break em in half, take em and laugh
white trash — f-ckin your wife in the -ss (“oh! ooh shady! oooh!”)
while you’re out siphoning gas for your lawnmower to cut the gr-ss

so if i hurt your self-esteem
and you get dissed too bad [yo why you diss me?]
you know i just be sayin that to get you mad
and when i rap about a buncha sh-t you wished you had [a big d-ck!]
you know i just be sayin that to get you mad
“i can’t listen to that song, that sh-t’s too sad!”
you know i just be sayin that to get you mad
“he’ll never make it, his wrist is slit too bad!” [nurse! nurse!]
you know i just be sayin that to get you mad

what a wonderful day; i should go outside and play
ain’t no need to sit inside the house and hibernate
hi renee! (oh hi!) i was just about to toss a live grenade
in your driveway (what?) and drive away (- car peels out -)
are you afraid of a blade made of a razor with aids
blood drippin from it, rippin your stomach like a paper mache
you talk a lotta sh-t, but you was never i’ll though
i’m sick enough to beat you to death with a feather pillow
tipped over some cows, just for a joke and a laugh (mooooo!)
jumped up, choked a giraffe, snapped his neck and broke it in half
wagin wars, went on stage and sprayed cage with +agent orange+
and wiped my -ss with his page in source (here!)
the demon is here, steamin this year
i rip [-mystikal’s-] voicebox out, scream in his ear (ahhhhhh!)
it’s not a gimmick b-tch, it’s an image i live it
give a f-ck? i don’t know what a f-ck is to give it
“yeah i don’t think this guy is well..” i’m high as h-ll
i’ll beat you with a live cat when i’m swinging him by his tail

[- impersonating method man -]
i’ll f-ckin, i’ll f-ckin
lay your nuts on the dresser
just your n-ts-ck by itself
and bang them sh-ts with a spiked bat
cut your neck off and sew your head right back
and leave you like that

you just triggered the pr-ck who just mixed liquor
who’s itchin to leave you disfigured and stiffer than chris-topher
reeves, i was teething with strep throat
while your mother was breastfeeding
and gave her the flesh-eating disease
i’m iller than takin a hammer and beatin your knees
and walkin through south central l.a., bleedin in jeans
(am i a blood or a crip?) wakin up the next day in breathin machines
flashin back to being shot and repeatin the scenes
on how you just got smoked, and if you do live
you’ll be too scared to tell it, like a biggie and ‘pac joke

so if i hurt your self-esteem and you get dissed too bad
you know i just be sayin that to get you mad
and when i rap about a fat b-tch that you wished you had
you know i just be sayin that to get you mad
“i can’t listen to that song, that sh-t’s too sad”
you know i just be sayin that to get you mad
“he’ll never make it, his wrist is slit too bad”
you know i just be sayin that to get you mad

i know that makes you real mad, don’t it? (uh-huh)
that’s right, slim shady (yup) sway & tech
sprayin wreck (b-tch)
and we don’t give a heck (uh-uh)
or a d-mn.. or a f-ck.. or a sh-t
so suck my motherf-ckin d-ck

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