Javab1: choon ma oosolan khodemoon ham gat o gonde nistim Soal: chera shoma ham mese hame gat o gonde neminvisid? hamash tanz o shookhi?
I'm goin up over the curb, drivin on the medianįinally made it home, but I don't got the key to get in Too many mental problems got me snortin coke and smokin weed again Went to gym in eighth grade, raped the women's swim team Then I went to Jim Beam, that's when my face grayed In school I never said much, too busy havin a headrushĭoin too much rush had my face flushed like red blush Sick of naggin bosses bitchin while I'm washin dishes I can't take the pressure, I'm sick of bitches I'll bite your motherfuckin style, just to make it fresher I'm convinced I'm a fiend, shootin up while this record is spinninĬlinically brain dead, I don't need a second opinionįuck droppin the jewel, I'm flippin the sacred treasure I'm a caged demon, on stage screamin like Rage Against the Machine Somebody let me out this limousine (hey, let me out!) Impulsive thinker, compulsive drinker, addictĭumpin your dead body inside of a fuckin trash can The looniest, zaniest, spontaneous, sporadic Pathological liar, blowin shit out of proportion Slim Shady, Eminem was the old initials (Bye-bye!) This is a lyrical combat, gentlemen hold your pistolsīut I form like Voltron and blast you with my shoulder missiles I'll make your freak leave you, smell the Folgers crystals I'll diss your magazine and still won't get a weak review I'm colder than snow season when it's twenty below freezinįlavor with no seasonin, this is the sneak preview I'm ill enough to just straight up diss you for no reason I'm Everlast-ing, I melt Vanilla Ice like silicone I'm Nicer than Pete, but I'm on a Serch to crush a Miilkbone Go run and tell your friends my shit is wackĬause you gon' get stuck, stoned, and snuffed
Talkin that shit behind my back, dirty mackin So when you see me on your block with two glocks I'll slit your motherfuckin throat worse than Ron Goldman The +Proof+ is in the puddin, just ask the Deshaun Holton You gettin knocked the fuck out like Mike Tyson I have a disease and they don't know what to call itīetter hide your wallet cause I'm comin up quick to strip your cashīought a ticket to your concert just to come and whip your assīitch, I'm comin out swingin, so fast it'll make your eyes spin My name is Marshall Mathers, I'm an alcoholic (Hi Marshall) I'm doin acid, crack, smack, coke and smokin dope then You ain't gonna sell two copies if you press a double albumĪdmit it, fuck it, while we comin out in the open You wacker than the motherfucker you bit your style from I'm buzzin, Dirty Dozen, naughty rotten rhymerĬursin at you players worse than Marty Schottenheimer chon fahmidane ahangaie rap nesbatan moshkel hast dashtane een lyricsa be shoma komak mikone behtar befahmin sheera ro. Javabe mosabegheie een hafta ro ta alaan kasi nadade ta akhare een hafte har kas esme khanandeie morede nazar ro email kone jaieza ro khahad bord. enshalla ke hamegi doostan reshtehaie khoob ghabol shodan va alaan az een babat dar khorsandie har che tamamtar be sar mibarand. Joke rooz: migan torke dastesh nemireside poshtesho bekharoone mire roie sandali!!! Javab7: khiali nist baba konkoor sikhi chand? Javab6: shotori ke dare khoneha mikhabe va bidar ham nemishe magar enke pedareto dar biare. Javab5: sohane rooh, khoreie aasab, khaabnama kon, charkh o falake saiiar. Javab3: taarife daghighi barash nist amma ba peike behdasht o eenjoor masaiel rabeteie tangatang dare. Javab2: hamon marge movaghate khodemone esmesho avaz kardan shode konkor. Javab1: yek farizeie elahi ke khaah nakhaah baiad aan ra anjam dad.
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