W.T.P. Lyrics
*Intro*
Yeah! Oh! Get Up! I said get up! Let's go!
Better watch out, now
Here we come (come)
And we ain't stoppin' until
We see the mornin' sun (sun)
So give us room to do our thing
Cuz we ain't come to hurt no one (one)
So everybody come on get up on the floor
Right now and grab someone (one)
*1st verse*
Now first of all I'm the boss
I just wanna get that across
Man even my dinner stays when I floss
Pull up to the club in a Pinto likes it's a Porsche
Garbage bag on one of the windows
Spray-painted doors with the flames on 'em
Michigan plates and my name's on 'em
Baby, Shady's here come on get him
If you ganks want 'em
But he ain't stupid so quit tryin' to run them games on him
He's immune to Cupid, why you tryin' to put your claims on him?
Cuz you won't do to me what you did to the last man
Now climb in back try not to kick over the gas can
There's a half a gallon in it, that could be our last chance
We have of just gettin' home, now could I get that lap dance?
She's got a tattoo of me right up off her ass, man
In the streets of Warren, Michigan we call 'em tramp stamps
That means she belongs to me, time to put the damn clamps
Down and show this hussy who's the man
Now, get up, dance!
*Chorus*
Now you can do this on your own
But everyone knows that no one likes to be alone
So get on the floor and grab somebody!
Ain't nothin' but a White Trash Party!
So let's have us a little bash
And if anyone asks
If there ain't no one but us trash
You dunno, you better akse somebody
Cuz we're havin' a White Trash Party!
*2nd Verse*
Pull a fifth of Bacardi from outta my underwear
And walk around the party without a care
Like a body without a head
Lookin' like a zombie from Night of the Livin' Dead
And tomorrow I'll prolly still be too high to get outta bed
Til I feel like I been hit wit the sharp part'a the hammer
Mixin' Hennessey and Fanta with Pepto and Mylanta
I shoot to kill like I'm hollerin' "Die Santa!"
Miss the tree and hit Rudolph and two innocent bystanders
So quit tryin' ta play the wall like you pawnin'
Get on the floor when the beat drops and stop stallin'
They call me the Stephon Marbury of rap, darlin'
Cuz as soon as they throw on some R-Kelly I start ballin'
Makin' it rain for them ladies in the mini's
But I'm not throwin' ones, fives, tens, or even twenties
I'm throwin' quarters, nickels, dimes, pennies up at skinnies
Man I do this for them bunnies up at Denny's
From the north, east and west, but when
It comes to them trailers in them South Parks
Muffle it, cuz homie that hood's tighter then Kenny's
So ladies if your belly button's not an innie then I'm outie
Now hop in my minivan, let's get rowdy
C'mon
*Chorus*
Now you can do this on your own
But everyone knows that no one likes to be alone
So get on the floor and grab somebody!
Ain't nothin' but a White Trash Party!
So let's have us a little bash
And if anyone asks
If there ain't no one but us trash
You dunno, you better akse somebody
Cuz we're havin' a White Trash Party!
*3rd Verse*
Now whether you're black, white or purple
If you're misunderstood
But you don't give a fuck
You weren't doin' shit that you should
Long as you know you're up to evil
And you're no damn good
Get on the floor, man, and rep your 'hood
Now honey, don't let them pricks trip
We should make a quick dip
And go do some donuts in the hospital parkin' lot
Cuz girl I got a sick wit
Kick the back window outta my grill and
Put two milk crates in the trunk
Rip out the stick shift and
Make a five seater
I'll be damned if I feed a chick
It ain't like me to split a piece 'a dry pita
I'll beat her ass up to the eye
Until they answer "Shady, why?"
And I don't need a tank top to be a wife beater
I'll rip a tree out the ground
And flip it upside down
'Fore I turn over a new leaf, clown
I'll tell ya now
I'm so raw I still need to un-thaw
You feel me, yall?
I shut the club down like Drake in the mall
But baby, a body like that's against the law
You the baddest little chain with the blades I ever saw
Ghost all containers empty straw wrappers and all
You got more junk in your trunk than I do in my car
Now get up!
*Chorus*
Now you can do this on your own
But everyone knows that no one likes to be alone
So get on the floor and grab somebody!
Ain't nothin' but a White Trash Party!
So let's have us a little bash
And if anyone asks
If there ain't no one but us trash
You dunno, you better akse somebody
Cuz we're havin' a White Trash Party!
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Seduction Lyrics
I don't know man, Just feels like, we're like in, kinda feels like, we're on a whole different page right now. It feels strange but uh, I guess it's kinda like, it's kinda like...
I feel like I'm morphin, into something that's so incredible that I'm dwarfin, all competitors. Better get your girlfriend in check. It's psychological warfare. Endorphin side affect. His self esteem shatters his dialect. Comes blastin out your deck, "she love's me". Such passion you'd expect this sort of reaction from her. Yet, you strong arm. You're fucken corny. You try to turn your charm on. Cuz you just think your bishop, the Don Juan. But if you think that your fucken with me, homie your on one. I'm cockin my head back like "hey lover, come on son. She's on my johnson. She brings my name up constant." Your boys are like, "She's fucken wit dude. She wants him." Oh boy you better get a clue, she's on my dick cuz I spit better than you. What you expect her to do? How you expect her to act in the sack when she's closing her eyes, fantasizing of digger her nails in my back to this track.
Seduction, seduce
Ain't nobody who's as good at what I do
Cause one minute she loves you, the next she don't
She's been stolen from you
Seduction, seduce
Ain't nobody who's as good at what I do
Cause one minute she loves you, the next she don't
She's been stolen from you
She sitting there gettin liquored up at the bar. She say's it's quicker to count the things that ain't wrong with you than to count the things that are. There's a seven disc cd changer in her car, and I'm in every single slot, and you're not. Aww. I'm the logo on the dallas cowboy helmet. The star, and I'm not about to and just keep rhymin one sylibil. Aww. Switch it up, and watch them haters not give it up cuz ya just not good enough. Well I'm not giving up til I get my respect, and I wont stop til I get enough, cuz I'm not livin up to my own expectations. Aww. That hater alarm is soundin off, that Obama took the bomb from my name. Aww. So quit cryin that I took your dame, homie she's my dame. Aww. You sadly mistakin if you thinkin that I'm not on my game, boy. And thangs just ain't been the same since the day that I came forth. You wear your heart on your sleeve. I sport that white tank boy. But you got a hard on for me. What you hollerin my name for. It's your bitch on my dick. Ain't my dang fault. Man, I can't call it.
Seduction, seduce
Ain't nobody who's as good at what I do
Cause one minute she loves you, the next she don't
She's been stolen from you
Seduction, seduce
Ain't nobody who's as good at what I do
Cause one minute she loves you, the next she don't
She's been stolen from you
It's like I'm playing lyrical tug of war with your ear. You hear it girl, come here. Put your ear up to the speaker, dear, while I freak this world premier. Seducin her. Loosin up with a little freestyle. By the way, am I losing you? Am I makin you look bad? Well I got news for ya, homie, ya losin her. Oh wait, she don't like when I spit it fast. Am I trying to show her how? Let me slow it down some. It's still gonna be a blow out. You're gonna wanna throw out your whole album. Might mist through the shit, and try to salvage something to see if you can save any of it, punk but none of it's fucken with me. Prick, you really feeling that bullshit? You think you killin them syllibals. Quit playing. These beats ain't nothin to fool with. They call me Fire Marshall. I shut the shit down. Your entire arsenal is not enough to fuck with one round. I am also the opposite of wht you are like. You are microcosm of what the fuck I am on the mike. I am awesome and you are just aww struck. She's love stricken. She's got her jaw stuck, from sucken my dick. Aww Fuck.
So don't you seduce. Ain't nobody holds a scoop at what I do. Cuz one minute she wants you, the next she don't. She's been stolen from you. So don't you seduce at what I do. Cuz one minute she wants you, the next she don't. She's been stolen from you...
So don't you seduce. Ain't nobody holds a scoop at what I do. Cuz one minute she wants you, the next she don't. She's been stolen from you. So don't you seduce at what I do. Cuz one minute she wants you, the next she don't. She's been stolen from you.
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Almost Famous Lyrics
(Verse 1)
I stuck my dick in this game like a rapist
They call me Slim Roethlisberger
I go bezerker than a fed-up post-office worker
A merk her with a Mossberg
I'm pissed off get murdered
Like someone took a ketchup squirter
Squirted a frankfurter
For a gangster you shoulda shit your pants
When you saw the chainsaw get to waving
Like a terrible towel
I faced her around
But his fangs come out
Get your brains blown out
That's what I call blowing your mind
When I come back
Like nut on your spine
I'm a thumb tack
That you slept on son
Now here I come screaming attack like I just stepped on one
Low on the totem till he showed 'em
Defiance, giant scrotum
He don't owe them bitches shit
His bridges, he out grow'd em
He's so out cold he's knocked out of the South Pole
And nobody fucks with him
Rigamortis and post-mortem
He's dying of boredom
Take your best rhymes, record 'em
Then try to flaunt 'em
He'll just take your punch lines and snort 'em
Shit stained drawers
You gon fuck with a guy who licks the blades of his chainsaws
While he dips 'em in P.F. Chang's sauce
Game's up, homie, hang it up like some crank calls
You think I'm backing down you must be out of your dang skulls
(Verse 2)
I'm back for revenge
I lost a battle that ain't happening again
I'm at your throat like strep
I step, strapped with a pen
Metaphors wrote on my hand,
Someone distorted my mint
Read some I wrote on a napkin
I do what I have to to win
Pull at it all stops, any who touch a mic prior's
Not even Austin Powers, how the fuck are they Mike Meyers
And tell that psycho to pass the torch
To the whack before I take a shit in his Jack-O-Lantern
And smash it on his porch
Now get off my dick
Dick's too short a word for my dick
Get off my antidisestablishmentarianism, you prick
You call me the champ; call me the space shuttle destroyer
I just blew up the challenger, matter fact I need a lawyer
I displaced my clause with enough plaster
To make a cast beat his ass naked and peed in his corner like burn choyder
You're the Eminem backwards, you're mini-me
See he's in a whole nother weight class
He smokes your BB's you beat back bullets
You're full of it; you were just in his CD's
Left at Infinite, now he's back like someone pissed in his wheaties
No peace treaties, he's turned into a beast
His new Slim Shady EP's got the attention of the mighty D. R. E
(Verse 3)
Now there he goes in Dre's studio cuppin his balls
Screaming the wood off the panel
And cussing the pain off the walls
Spewing his hate to these haters, showing no love for these brauds
He ain't given them shit, he says he'll pinch a penny so hard
He'll leave a bruise on the bronze so dark you can see the mark
With the scars, till Abraham Lincoln is screaming out AHH
These metaphors and similes ain't similar to them, not at all
If they don't like it, they can all get fucked instead of sucking him off
They can go get a belt or a neck tie, to hand themselves by
Like David Carradine they can go fuck themselves and just die
And eat shit while they at it
He's fucking had it, he's mad at the whole world
So go to hell and build a snowman girl
The bullies become bullied, the pussies get pushed
Then they better pull me, take me back to 9th grade to school me
Cus I ain't looking back, only forward, this whole spot blowing
Who coulda known he'd grow to be a poet and not know it
And while I'm being poetic let me get a? and raise the bar
Higher than my opinion of these winners and lords
So bare witness to some biblical shit
As a cold wind blowing this world ain't gonna know what hit it
He did it, he made it, he's finally famous
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