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Baby

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2016-12-23

  Baby - Eminem

  One thousand different houses and munchausen

  I'mma make you wanna punch out some fvckin' one “ouch”

  What the fvck'd you hit me for?

  Scream life as I punch counter and bunches out of anger

  I once encountered a stranger

  In a dumb gown, black hood

  With a scythe

  Shit I laughed in his face spit

  Bitch gave me an extra life, like take this

  Now get your ass back in that game

  Bitch don't take shit for granted

  And don't take shit, give it!

  Only bull you should take is by the horns

  A mixture of Whitey Ford and mighty Thor

  I Everlast, pen is mightier than sword

  Finish writing then record

  Replenish keep writing more

  Nothing's riding on it but your privates are you're fighting for

  So you fight, scratch, you claw

  Backs to wall

  No one was there to catch you fall

  You pick yourself back up, you dust your jacket off

  You grab your balls, like they're gargantuan and

  Ask yourself how fvcking bad you want it

  Pull out your pants, whoop your ass and flash it on em'

  Nobodies gonna back you in the corner

  Throw a hornet

  No one's more ig-norant

  then you fvckin' four in the morning

  you're at the laboratory, storming

  Like there's nothing that's more important

  MC's you better consider this a formal warning, you're in for it

  Girl, what would you do if I said your body was off the chain?

  And I told you I smile every single time I saw your face

  I ain't finished bitch

  I meant in half, oil the blades

  Nobody wants to play

  They say I'm a spoiled little baby

  But

  Nobody put's baby in the corner

  I'm only trying to warn ya

  Cus that baby get's mad

  And get's to throwing a tantrum

  He'll fvcking flip on ya

  Cus' nobody put's baby in the corner

  I'm only trying to warn ya

  Cus that baby get's mad

  And get's to throwing a tantrum

  He'll fvcking flip on ya

  What goes through an addict's brain?

  Besides static pain and big daddy kane

  Break, beats and words

  An erratic train of thought

  Like splatter paint

  Scatter brain

  Yeah maybe why that explains

  Why you're back but you don't rap the same

  And you're looking way thinner

  Because your hunger got you looking like

  They took away dinner

  Sugar ray leonard wouldn't sugar coat a fvcking booger though

  Just to wipe that bitch on a hooker's coat

  When you say you're a chooka what chooka what

  Now fling that bitch from your fingertips

  I hope it lands on another rap singers lips

  Who can't think of shit

  Anything of wit, that's interesting to spit

  Whose king of this fvcking English Lit?

  Let your middle fingers flip

  On each hand, whilst extending this shit

  How low can you go?

  Lower then Chuck D ho

  Hear the bass of this in my voice

  Rocky's back, where's my Adrian?

  Nobodies crazy as shady in an eighty million mile radius

  I'm what Tom Brady is to the patriots of rap

  Not a man, I'm a weapon

  Who just happened to be a rapper

  Who just happen to be on the crapper

  When it happened I had an epiphany

  In the bathroom, I'd never be the same after

  Now I'm back with an apper-tite

  For destruction the fvcking recipe for disaster

  So let's eat cos' I'm famished

  Every deed is a dastardly one

  Evil its past it

  Even you asking for me to be pulled

  Like to people

  Is like me having my teeth pulled

  Nobody put's baby in the corner

  I'm only trying to warn ya

  Cus that baby get's mad

  And get's to throwing a tantrum

  He'll fvcking flip on ya

  Cus' nobody put's baby in the corner

  I'm only trying to warn ya

  Cus that baby get's mad

  And get's to throwing a tantrum

  He'll fvcking flip on ya

  So step inside of dimension

  The demented side of a mind

  That's like the inside of an engine

  While I multiply your undivided attention

  But be reminded that if I didn't mention

  I lose my mind and my temper

  You'll be the first one

  Who finds him offensive

  Got him climbing the fences

  Lost some time to addiction

  But look up rhyme in the dictio-nary

  I'm in the picture

  Eminem is the synonym for it

  I'm an enigma

  Fvck it let's get to the meat, balls

  I'm gonna skip the veg and potatoes

  Edgamacater, they are

  Shit legends are madea

  Spit treachreous data

  Shit that you would say to your worst enemy

  This wretchedness is

  What you get when you mix Treach with a Jada

  And combine em' with Method Man and Redman

  Whit meth-amphetamines in his left hand

  And in his right there's a sledge-hammer

  And pajamas, standing in front of a webcam

  Beating himself in the head, til Russell let's him off dead jam

  Maybe I need my head examined

  Hannibal Lecter with a dead lamb

  Hanging from his ceiling dripping with a bed pan

  I need meds!

  Swear to god cus' If I go off the edge

  T.I ain't talking me off a ledge man

  Heart throb at a fart, ah nah

  More like a smart slob, part blob

  That'll stab you with a sharp ob-ject

  To the heart and leave claw marks

  All over the Wal-Mart walls

  Little baby with large balls

  Fvck mud slinging, I'm blood flinging

  There's nothing on this fvcking earth better then being

  King of the playground

  I hate the swings but I love being the underdog

  Cos when I'm pushed

  I end up swinging up

  Nobody put's baby in the corner

  I'm only trying to warn ya

  Cus that baby get's mad

  And get's to throwing a tantrum

  He'll fvcking flip on ya

  Cus' nobody put's baby in the corner

  I'm only trying to warn ya

  Cus that baby get's mad

  And get's to throwing a tantrum

  He'll fvcking flip on ya

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