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eminem - heat lyrics

[intro]
wanna take it from the top?

[verse 1]
lady, you remind me of my raps on that relapse sh-t
’cause you got an -ss thick as them accents
two -sscheek implants, call that an -sset
’cause you could set a gl-ss on it, it’s m-ssive
from the first time i saw you, i actually
said to myself: “i gotta meet her” like a taxi
exactly, love affair in the backseat
sorry if i’m being graphic
but i’m stiff as a statue, you sat on a shelf
i feel like i’ma bust, maybe i’m just ahead of myself
let me slow down, slow your camaro
i’m tryna catch up, i’m tryna jump your bones to the marrow
got me under your control and your spell
wanna wrap you up, put you in a bow like an arrow
grab you by the (meow!), hope it’s not a problem, in fact
about the only thing i agree on with donald is that
so when i put this palm on your cat
don’t snap, it’s supposed to get grabbed
why do you think they call it a sn-tch?
i just wanna climb in the sack
i’ma keep it a hundred like my speedometer’s at
i’m watchin’ you rap, i’m the dude followin’ back
about six cars, i’m in the ‘lac, and i want to (ah)

[pre-chorus]
all day, all day, all night
you ask, i stay the night
with you, you say you’re fire
me too, you’re burning up
i’m running—

[chorus]
all day, all night
you feel, my heat (fire)
feel, feel, feel, feel, feel
my heat

[verse 2]
hate to inconvenience you at the convenience store
but them jeans you wore, like i’ve never seen before
i pretend i work there while i clean the floor
checkin’ you out, like the clerk while he rings you up
pull up behind you when you’re leavin’
and you don’t even know it (ayo rick, man!)
she’s brushin’ her hair, adjustin’ her mirror
she’s rappin’ my sh-t, but she wasn’t aware
i was there, or maybe she was and just didn’t care
who knows? at least that ain’t up in the air
it’s somethin’ to see
so like a chick who thinks her coochie don’t stink
if she ain’t plannin’ to do sh-t this summer’s eve
maybe she wants to keep me company
but f-ck the pepé le pew sh-t!
“ain’t steppin’ to you, b-tch,” i say to myself
plus she’s b-mpin’ my music, ain’t chasin’ no tail
like a skunk in heat
i could sweat her to some degree
but f-ck it, i’m the male, let her come to me
(could you repeat that again?)
let her come to me, male sweater, heat, some degree, fail
f-ck it, pull up beside her
sideswipe her, dodge vipe-her, with a so bright a
-ss that she wants a computer lodged in her v-g-n-
said my d-ck is an apple, she said put it inside her
i said—

[pre-chorus]
all day, all day, all night
you ask, i stay the night
with you, you say you’re fire
me too, you’re burning up
i’m running—

[chorus]
all day, all night
you feel, my heat (fire)
feel, feel, feel, feel, feel
my heat

[verse 3]
black out, come to, hands covered in blood
motherf-ckin’ gloves and a shovel stuck in the mud
i just bodied the beat, so that ho musta been dug
’cause it just died like food coloring (duh!)
so let’s get turnt like a shish kabab
twist it, ma, like an air-conditioning kn-b
we’d be great together
don’t care if it takes forever
if i gotta wait, i guess it’s better late than never
you felt my heat rubbin’ off on ya
i love your personality, come on, little mama
you’re hot enough to melt rick’s beat, come jump in the water
i bet you get your self-esteem from your persona
with an -ss to match, girl, your
body is lit, you’re striking, i’m a gas, girl, you’re
just gonna have to put them other chumps on the back burner
you got buns, i got asperger’s
just let me rest my head between that set of d’s
while i shred mc’s like cheddar cheese
that’s just the thoroughbred in me, ain’t a better breed
my dog thinks so too—look at my pedigree!
ma, the world is what i think of you
i think you’re divine, so i might swing on you
i’m just kiddin’, girl, i wouldn’t lift a finger or two
unless it’s the middle one to finger you

[pre-chorus]
all day, all day, all night
you ask, i stay the night
with you, you say you’re fire
me too, you’re burning up
i’m running—

[hook]
feel, feel, feel, feel, feel
my heat

[outro: eminem & mark wahlberg]
on the ones and twos, to three or four in the mornin’
rick’s on the cut like neosporin (what?)
he’s mixin’ it up for me and lauren
a teddy like short for theodore
we’re outtie, five thousand
who the f-ck? it’s my big d-ck
so everybody get ready right f-cking now!

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