Sun Doobie歌词-Eminem
Sun Doobie
Eminem
Shady 2.0
Sun Doobie - Eminem (埃米纳姆)
As long as I got my pen I don't need a friend
We got ears that we each'll lend each other my brother
Just hollered at me again
He said he tired of all the lyin' deceivin' and
D*ck ridin' the people providin' on every beat but when
I do it it's stupid I bruise it like a bad b**ch
I lose it my music's a movement and they just mad stiff
I told 'em it's mathematical in this pad lift
Point 'em out and I will subtract him with an adlib
See the fact is what I'm a bastard
How can I not be macho man I'm a savage
In the past I was passive now I'm mad b**ch
I'm spazzin' you get an adidas classic where yo' a** is
Eheh eheh nickel ain't the one at all
Snatch your vocal chords out then plug 'em in my wall
You a knife at a gun fight our sh*t is raw
You a square you're silverware in a civil war
The slaughterhouse wolf pack riders under the moon
The reason you itchin' wit'cha lighter under your spoon
I'm a lover the lead bustin' is old to me
You put your head in her butt I headbutt the ovaries
God dipped me in war paint for all weathers
I'm mr spill the liquor on my alcohol tether
No need to ride with nobody
I feel the heat can help me
Your jean's skinnier than 'em is when he eatin' healthy hahaha
Whoa whoa whoa
Whoa whoa whoa shaaady
Whoa whoa whoa whoa
Whoa whoa whoa whoa
Mr porterrrrr
Outnumbered outspoken outcasted
Outweighed outrageous odds and outlasted
Outlandish so I learned to outwit 'em
I outsmart 'em outgrew 'em I outdid 'em
Cream outbid 'em team can't outspit him
Keep sleepin' your wet dream is out with him
See do a lil' yoga a lil' kama sutra
Steakhouse ni**a used to be a ramen noodler
Heavy on b and e's was a calm intruder
Pumped a ruger moms called me con and loser
I suggest you and your mans'll regroup why
Bet against it and probably can't recoup out
I point a pistol at your mamma Mia
I'm sick as tyson in the ring at the colosseum with gonorrhea
F**k a rapper my clapper black as bahamadia
F**k you rb b**ches shut up you not aaliyah
Ha ha when mr porter record a piano
Producers may wanna order some ammo
I'm a California corner reporter
Your boy wasn't born with a quarter bein' poor was a horror
And now my aura is sorta soprano look here
We reinvent the wheel to have a good year and y'all tired
We like tyler perry mixed with everlast
The house of payne slaughterhouse gang
