متن آهنگ My 1st Single از Eminem

متن آهنگ My 1st Single از Eminem

Oh Yeah So much for first single on this one Shady's the label, Aftermath is the stable That the horses come out of, er-ra Of course we're about to stir up Some shit thick as Mrs. Butterworth's syrup It's the Mr. Picked-on-christopher-reeves-just-for-no-reason Other than to just to tease him 'Cause he was his biggest fan He used to be Superman Now I'm pourin' liquor on the curb in his name for him "Eminem, you wait 'til we meet up again Fucker, I'm kicking your ass for everything you've ever said" It goes one for the money, two for the fuckin' show Ready, get set, let's go Here comes the buckin' bronco Stompin' and stampedin' up the damn street Like them Buffalo Soldiers, I told ya I'm about to blow, so look out below, Geronimo Motherfuckers, it's dominoes I'm on a roll, around and around, I go When will I stop? I don't know Tryin' to pick up where The Eminem Show left off, but I know Anything's possible, though I'm not gonna top what I sold I'm at the top of my game, that shit is not gonna change Long as I got Dr. Dre on my team, I'll get away With murder, I'm like O.J. He's like my Cochran, today We keep them Mark Ferman tapes in a safe Locked 'em away Better watch what you say, just when you thought you were safe Them fuckers got you on tape You swear to God, you was playin' Whether or not you was little Joshua Gosh I wish I could of told you to not do the same 'Cause one day it could cost you your name And this was supposed to be my first single But I just fucked that off, so Fuck it, let's all have fun, let's mingle Slap a bitch and smack a ho This was supposed to be my catchy little jingle That you hear on your radio But shit's about to hit the shingle Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, no (Er-ra) oh-ah, (er-ra) oh-ah (Er-ra) oh-ah, (er-ra) oh-oh, ah-ah Oh-ah, (er-ra) oh-ah (Er-ra) oh-ah, (er-ra) poo-poo, ka-ka Eri-Eri-Eric swallowed some generic sleeping pills And woke up in bed next to his best friend Derrick bare-naked Jig-a-jig-ji-ji-Janeane just turned sixteen and used a fake ID To sneak in VIP to see R. Kelly, hee-hee-hee-hee To be so young and naive Oh, what I wouldn't give to live so Kim and care free Paris and Nicky's parents must be so tickled they cherish every picture With their kids with hickeys all over their necks Hicky-dickory Dirk Diggler, look at me work wizardry With these words, am I a jerk or just jerk chicken? Or chicka-chick-chick-jerk-jerkin' your chain Twenty two jerks in a jerk circle Or is it a circle jerk? Or wait a minute what am I saying? Allow me to run it back and rewind it Wait, let me ask you again Am I just jerkin' your chain? Am I berserk or insane? Or am I just one of them damn amateurs Working the dang cameras Filmin' one of them Paris Hilton homemade pornos Who keeps tiltin' the lens at an angle? Jigga-ji-just recently somebody just discovered Britney and Justin Video tapes of 'em fuckin' When they was just Mouseketeers in the Mickey Mouse Club and dusted 'em And went straight to The Source with 'em 'Cause they could have sworn someone said, "ni-" And then tried to erase and record over it But if you listen close enough to it You can hear the "ga-uh," and then it come to Find out it was Justin sayin', "I'm gonna cum" And this was supposed to be Be my first single But I just fucked that off, so Fuck it, let's all have fun, let's mingle Slap a bitch and smack a ho This was supposed to be my catchy little jingle That you hear on your radio But shit's about to hit the shingle Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, no (Er-ra) oh-ah, (er-ra) oh-ah (Er-ra) oh-ah, (er-ra) oh-oh, ah-ah Oh-ah, (er-ra) oh-ah (Er-ra) oh-ah, (er-ra) poo-poo, ka-ka Any opinions or somethin' you just wanna get off your chest And address it about my lyrics I'd love to hear it All you gotta do is pick up the phone and just dial up this number It's 1-800-I'M-A-DICK-SUCKER-I'D-LOVE-TO-SUCK-A-DICK And if someone picks up you can talk all the shit you want about me Just type in your number back and follow it by the pound key And I'll be sure to get back as soon as there comes a day That I fall out with Dre Wake up gay and make up with Ray Hey, so fuck a chicken, lick a chicken, suck a chicken, beat a chicken Eat a chicken like it's a big cock, big-a-big-cock Or suck a dick and lick a dick and eat a dick and stick a dick in your mouth I'm done you can fuck off Fuck-a-fuck off And this was supposed to be my first single But I just fucked that off, so Fuck it, let's all have fun, let's mingle Slap a bitch and smack a ho This was supposed to be my catchy little jingle That you hear on your radio But shit's about to hit the shingle Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, no (Er-ra) oh-ah, (er-ra) oh-ah (Er-ra) oh-ah, (er-ra) oh-oh, ah-ah Oh-ah, (er-ra) oh-ah (Er-ra) oh-ah, (er-ra) poo-poo, ka-ka