Eminem - Mr. Mathers

Yea oh oh yea yea ohI feel like dancingI feel like dancingI smell something in the airthats making me highI said I smell somethingin the air thats making me highok here we godo re mi fa so fa so la ti da soLyrical Rosco give back the TabascoYou mother fuckersmust just not knowthe tic tock songTime to show youthe most kick ass flowin the cosmosPicasso with a pick axe asick assholeTic tac toe frozen six packwith exactoknives Strangling wiveswith big lassoFew bags of the grass zig zagsI'm with the Doc soYou know how that goskull and the crossbonesThis is poison the boys and girlswho do not knowYou do not want to trythis at home my novatoThis is neither the timenor the place to get mac hoSo crack a six packsit back with some nachosMaybe some popcorn and watchthe show and just rock slowIt's not what you expectednor what you thought soAbout time to you wakethe fuck up smell the pot smokeIt must be the GanjaIt's the marijuanaThats creeping up on mewhile I'm so highMaybe it's the Henney thathas gotten in meWhatever's gotteninto me I don't mindIt must be the GanjaIt's the marijuanaWhat's creeping up on mewhile I'm so highMaybe it's the Henney thathas gotten in meWhatever's got into meI don't mindYour dreams are gettingfulfilled you are literallygetting the chillsSpitting at will meand Dre have just finishedsplitting a pillYou're submittingto skill sitting stillI'm admittingI'm beginning to feel likeI don't think anyone's realFaced with a dilemmaI can be Dali Llamaand become a bin gramma a stepbeyond a JeffreyDahmer Pleasedon't upset me mamayou lookin sexy mamaDon't know if it's the lalaor the rum and Pepsi mamaDon't want to end up insidemy refrigerator freezerBe used as extratopping the next timeI make a pizzaHow many peopleyou know can name every serialkiller who ever existed in a rowPut em in chronologicalorder beginning withJack the RipperName the time and placefrom the body the bag the zipperLocation of the woodswhere the body wasdragged and then dumpedThe trunk that they were stuffedin the model themake the plateand which modelwhich lake they found her inand how they attacked the victimSay which murder weapon wasused to do what and which onewhich knife and which gunwhat kid what wife and which nunDon't stop I like this it's funthe fuckin night's just begunIt must be the ganjaIt's the marijuanaThat's creeping up on mewhile I'm so highMaybe it's the Henney thathas gotten in meWhatever's gotten into meI don't mindIt must be the GanjaIt's the marijuanaWhat's creeping up on mewhile I'm so highMaybe it's the Henney thathas gotten in meWhatever's got into meI don't mindWhen I'm behind a micdynamite is what it's kinda likeGet stuck with the samestick that you're trying to lightBehind the boards is Drelegends are made this wayIsn't it safe to say this is the wayit should be Maybe you needsome lyric syrupserum for your symptomsHere's a dosage of theantidote now you give him someHe can give her someshe can give them someGet behind a lynn drummake up a beat andkill the sucka syndromeYou're spinning dramawhen it comes to lyricsand penning someStarting from scratchand then ending upat the end enoughCapable of bringing a Pulitzerstrong believe a bullet's aTitanium craniumthat's full of surprisesWhen the smokerises right beforeyour very own eyesYou stare into your stereoshigh Good eveningthis ain't even a weed thingI ain't even smoke anythingI ain't even drink anythingIt must be the ganjaIt's the marijuanaThat's creeping up on mewhile I'm so highMaybe it's the Henney thathas gotten in meWhatever's gotten into meI don't mindIt must be the GanjaIt's the marijuanaThat's creeping up on me whileI'm so highMaybe it's the Henney thathas gotten in mewhatever's got into meI don't mind

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