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madlib - any man / closer lyrics

[eminem]
i’m mentally r-t-rded – slim shady
i think that’s my name – hi, bye

original bad boy on the case, cover your face
came in the place, blowed, and sprayed puffy with mace
i laced the weed with insect repellant
better check the smellin’
eminem starts with e, better check the spellin’
with a capital, somebody grab me a snapple
i got an aspirin capsule trapped in my adam’s apple
somebody dropped me on my head, and i’m for sure
that my mother did it, but the b-tch won’t admit it was her
i slit her stomach open with a scalpel
when she was six months, and said: “i’m ready now, b-tch!
ain’t you feelin’ these kicks, c-nt?!”
the world ain’t ready for me yet, i can tell
i’ll probably have a cell next to the furnace in h-ll
i’m sicker than sperm cells with syphilis germs
and i’m hotter than my d-ck is when i p-ss and it burns
i kick you in the tummy until you sick to your stomach
and vomit so much blood that your clothes stick to you from it
hit you in the head with a brick ’til you plummet
if y’all don’t like me, you can suck my d-ck ’til you numb it
and all that gibberish you was spittin’, you need to k!ll it
‘cause your style is like dying in my sleep; i don’t feel it
‘cause any man who would jump in front of a minivan
for twenty grand, a bottle of pain pills, and a minithin
is f-ckin’ crazy – you hear me? huh?
is f-ckin’ crazy – h-llo, hi!
all of use – hi, bye

f-ckin’ crazy

[capone-n-noreaga]
word up ,yo, yo, yo
a little bit of thugs is all it takes to make this industry just great
a little bit of thugs is all it takes to make this industry great
reflection, reflection

yo i started out in iraq the wrong route
more b-tches to doubt more money to count
yo my swiss account with more cheese amount
keep piling, still gettin’ calls from the island
still do the things i did when i was wildin’
tryin’ to go from penny loafers to mink sofas
spend a week with dime b-tches that’s freaks
bodies so big i call it [?] antiques
-ss cheeks scream loud like [?]
wanna be under the seats in our streets
last year around the time this year
if i would of got locked, yo
i wouldn’t even care
but now i got this rap thing
no more hustlin’ at age ten my team played to win
we sonny carson n-body understanding
yo the black struggle gotta hustle to hustle
and once you get muscle n-body trust you
tryin’ to be like goldy in the shaft days
these lasts days comin’ up
yo these little n-gg-s comin’ up
keep their guns up ready to buck
not thinkin’
black on black crime yo it’s swine you’re both stinkin’
pretty ake, [?] to mobb deep
yo its papi, officially arab n-z-
2-5-2 regulate this too

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