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* Fart

[Eminem](Redman)
Yo
(Yo)
Look!
(Yo)

No matter what say
I'm gon' keep this way
No what you may think
I'm gon' keep my thing

One of the worst yo I am a fag i suck at rapin yo
Is fat, bald men decided to songs
And teach to sing
I'll stick Britney in a room full of mirrors
So she gets fifty years of bad
and swear at Christina Aguilera
When I grab her by the and drag her across the Sahara
(Bitch!)
You aware of this rap terrorist a therapist
With a hair up his ass like a rabbit up his pants
Got a habit of holding Tylenol in his
Till it melts in his fucking palms and in his glands
(So who is it?)
The who visits the playground
With two biscuits to lay down the district
Get with a whip with a Marseburg
a pistol grip and fed pit bull shit
Sniff glue sticks I give two shits
If I get too I just get sued

Yo I with no engine
After I four in ya
One handstand on top of ninja
Doc stir the madness
We all out of work Tony Atlas
Walking cans in a laundry basket
America's with the army after us
Fuck flossin' we take yours
Unload fifteen an ace and four
I'm out of work but Doc laid off
(Shit! The out)
The is off
Yo who it from arsonists?
Paper make filled with arsenic
I got hoes that know what Prada is
Doc can shave up, cut your barber
?
I out camps in to crystal lakes
And bitches face is what I'mma do
Cause that's what boy Tyno do

So how's doing tonight?
Hope you in the mood to get
To and to fight
Cause uh we getting down for the of it
So suck my dick if y'all don't wanna bump to

So how's everybody feeling
Hope you in the to get rude
And illin' to
Cause uh we getting down for the of it
So my dick if you don't wanna bump

No what people say
I'm gon' keep rapping way
No matter what you may
I'm keep doing my thing

Yo when my gat spit it son admitted
Rip your lips off my ass with it
bitches, Doc, Marshall Maths..
(Print it!)
Weed x and acid did it
I'm what's happening no rerun
Doc rob Dinero when the heat
My hangs out the Camero
Aimed at the nose when them hoes is hard to breathe
the gat your town bow guarded
Your wallet, your chain the target
Beef is like engine, don't start it
Bust in the air and hit an pilot
We pound you, rap surround sounds you
ten speed and brown shoe
Doc and Eminem, the M&M
flows with 2Paclypse and them
It's Funk Doctor

Mr. Punk
Got the drug stock inside the box
Pop junk like I got jumped
Pop the trunk and pull out the pump
Knock wood, it's all
God for vodka
But with my luck, I'll get shot by a stalker
Probably got a Fanatic upstairs in the attic
an automatic calling me up there
My man with a gat in his hand
my house out in a damn tinted Sedan
Pull your mouth out till you can't a damn
Ham sandwich or your canned spinach or
You gotta sip through a
Shop through the mall
Pictures of me on my living room wall
Hey ma maybe I'll you a call
SIKE! YOU BITCH!
a dick and two balls
I'm you all my shocking script
is to piss a priest off with this
Pop pills than police officers
at the scene to pull me off of Kim
Teeth off my dick, off my balls
But can kiss my ass, pants off and all
Cause I'm so off the wall
I as well be a painting smashed on the floor

So how's everybody feeling
Hope you in the to get rude
And to fight
Cause uh we down for the fuck of it
So suck my dick if you don't bump

So how's doing tonight?
you in the mood to get drunk
To and to fight
uh we getting down for the fuck of it
So suck my dick if y'all don't wanna to this

No what people say
I'm gon' rapping this way
No what you may think
I'm gon' keep doing my

No matter what say
I'm gon' doing my thing
No matter, OH!