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Eminem - Get You Mad Lyrics
Yo yo
Mic check
Testing one, two
Ffff-fuck
So if I hurt your self-esteem
And you get dissed too badyo why you diss me?
You know I just be sayin that to get you mad
And when I rap about a buncha shit you wished you hada big dick
You know I just be sayin that to get you mad
"I can't listen to that song, that shit's too sad!"
You know I just be saying 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 dayI 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
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 shit, but you was never ill 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 ass 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 bitch, it's an image I live it
Give a fuck? i don't know what a fuck is to give it
"Yeah I don't think this guy is well " I'm high as hell
I'll beat you with a live cat when I'm swinging him by his tail
I'll fuckin, I'll fuckin
Lay your nuts on the dresser
Just your nut sack by itself
And bang them shits with a spiked bat
Cut your neck off and sew your head right back
And leave you like that
You just triggered the prick who just mixed liquor
Who's itchin to leave you disfigured and stiffer than Christopher
Reeves, I was teething with strap throat
While your mother was breastfeeding
And gave her the flesh-eating disease
I'm filler than takin a hammer and beatin your knees
And walkin through south central LA, bleedin in jeans
(Am I a Blood or a Crypt? ) 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
My attitude is worse than NWA's was
I'll battle you over stupid shit and diss people
Who ain't have shit to do with it, like cool j does (my tattoo!)
You see me standin outside of your buildinscreamin
"Puffy is good, (hey!) but Slim Shady is for the children!" (wait!)
I look at my life in a new light -- fuck it
Give me two micsI write songs for me -- fuck what you like
You're probably hear me rap half-heartedcause I don't like rap anyway
I'm just tryin to get my porno career started
Every place and event +been there, done that+
Shit, Dre stuck me in a suitcase when he went
"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 demokidnap em (I want you to come with me)
And make em come to your basement and listen
(You're gonna fuckin check this out)
Lesson three get a job at a labelswitch 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 numberI'll ca Tag : Lyrics
In your driveway (what? ) and drive away
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 shit, but you was never ill 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 ass 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 bitch, it's an image I live it
Give a fuck? i don't know what a fuck is to give it
"Yeah I don't think this guy is well " I'm high as hell
I'll beat you with a live cat when I'm swinging him by his tail
I'll fuckin, I'll fuckin
Lay your nuts on the dresser
Just your nut sack by itself
And bang them shits with a spiked bat
Cut your neck off and sew your head right back
And leave you like that
You just triggered the prick who just mixed liquor
Who's itchin to leave you disfigured and stiffer than Christopher
Reeves, I was teething with strap throat
While your mother was breastfeeding
And gave her the flesh-eating disease
I'm filler than takin a hammer and beatin your knees
And walkin through south central LA, bleedin in jeans
(Am I a Blood or a Crypt? ) 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
My attitude is worse than NWA's was
I'll battle you over stupid shit and diss people
Who ain't have shit to do with it, like cool j does (my tattoo!)
You see me standin outside of your buildinscreamin
"Puffy is good, (hey!) but Slim Shady is for the children!" (wait!)
I look at my life in a new light -- fuck it
Give me two micsI write songs for me -- fuck what you like
You're probably hear me rap half-heartedcause I don't like rap anyway
I'm just tryin to get my porno career started
Every place and event +been there, done that+
Shit, Dre stuck me in a suitcase when he went
"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 demokidnap em (I want you to come with me)
And make em come to your basement and listen
(You're gonna fuckin check this out)
Lesson three get a job at a labelswitch 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 numberI'll ca Tag : Lyrics