Letra Under the influence
Album: The marshall mathers lp
Artista: Eminem
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(backwards talking)
Translation
Son, you can suck my dick if you don´t like my shit
Cuz I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dick
Two pills I pop ´til my pupils swell up like 2 pennies
I´m Clint Eastwood in his mid-twenties
A young ass man with a trash can strapped to the back of his ass
Little raps can´t shoot thru his glass pants
I´m like a monkey at night, fightin´ with bright lightning
Frightened with 5 little white Vicodin pills bitin´ him
I´m like a fuckin´ wasp in the hospital lost
Stingin´ the fuck outta everything I come across in the halls
I´ll light a candle and place it up on the mantle
Grab a knife with a blade, and stab you with the fuckin´ handle
So when you find yourself wrapped up in the blinds, hurtin´
It´s just too late, cuz what you hung from the drapes is curtains.
I´m an instigator, 380 slug penetrator
Degrading, creating murders to kill haters
Accused for every crime known thru the equator
They knew I did it, for havin´ blood on my gators
My weed´ll hit your chest like a double barrel gauge
I´m a black grenade that´ll blow up in your face
Wit a fifth in me, when I guzzle Remi, I do shit on purpose
You never hear me say "forgive me"
I´m snatchin´ every penny
It gotta be that way nigga, face it
That weed I sold to you brigade pasted
You high and I make the president get a face lift
Niggas just afraid, handin´ me they bracelets
Chillin´ in the lab, wasted
I´m the type that´ll drink Kahlua and gin - throw up on the mic
Your life is ruined, you get socked right on site
And even at the Million Man March, we gon´ fight.
Son, you can suck my dick if you don´t like my shit
Cuz I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dick
Cuz I don´t give a fuck if you don´t like my shit
Cuz I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dick.
I´m a compulsive liar, set my preacher on fire
Slash your tires, find Dom, Finkel and Mya
Plates expired, soon as I´m hired, I´m fired
Jackin´ my dick off in the bed, a barb wire
(Hey, is Bizarre performing?)
Bitch, can´t you read the flyer?? ´bout a guest, would be Richard Pryor
(Aren´t you a male dancer?)
Nah bitch, I´m retired
Fuckin´ your bitch in the ass with a tire iron
I´m ripped, I´m on an acid trip
My DJ´s in a coma for lettin´ the record skip
Lettin´ the record skip
Lettin´ the record skip
(Damn!)
I´m fuckin´ anything when I´m snortin´
It´s gonna cost 300 dollars to get my Pit Bull an abortion
Some bitch asked for my autograph
I called her a horse, spit beer in her face and laughed
I drop bombs like I was in Vietnam
All bitches is hoes, even my stinkin´ ass mom.
Ay-yo, flashback, 2 feets
Too deep up in that ass crack
We ain´t laced with somethin´, nigga pass that
And after that, we only hang out with hash rats
Had to stop the violence loudly, I blast gats
Be your momma publishin´, get your ass capped
The Caniver, divide up your cash stack
Raid your mothafuckin´ pockets, ass half
I don´t need a platinum chain bitch, I snatch Shaq´s
Born loser, half theif and half black
Bring your boys and your guns and get laughed at
Bitch smacked, a rich rapper get a Jag jack
And found chopped up in a trash bag.
Stranglin´ rappers to the point they can´t yell
Cuz they true as fags, sweeter than bake sales
Reckless, come from behind and snatch your necklace
Gruesome, and causin´ more violence than 9 hoodlums
I grapple your adam´s apple until it crackle
Run right past you, turn around, grab you and stab you
Get executed, cuz I´m a looney
I got a yuck mouth and it´s polluted
I cock it back then shoot itI love snatchin´ up playas, thugs and young ballas
Shoot up the household, even the young potnas
Brigade, lyricate to bring the noise
While the bloods break your bones up like Christmas toys
If I go solo, I´m doin´ a song with Polo
A big Chinese nigga, screamin´ ah yo yo
I leave ya face leakin´
Run up in church and smack the preacher while he´s preachin´
Take a swing at the deacon.
I used to tell cats I sold weed and weight
I was straight until I got caught sellin´ em shaped
I´m ignorant, with the intent to snatch your rent
I got kicked out of summer camp for havin´ sex in my tent
With the superintendent´s daughter, my brain´s out of order
I´ve been a con artist since I was swimmin´ in water
In cahoots with this nigga named Fall Out Von
Who got fired from UPS for tryin´ to send you a bomb (special delivery)
I signed to a local label for fun
Say I got cancer, get dropped an advancement and run
Ride by you in the rain while you carry your son
Call your house and hang up on you for not givin´ me none
Born straight up out a pussy but a son of a gun
Got a reputation for havin´ niggas run up they funds
Used to be the type of nigga that was full of someone´s
´Til I met your fat mama, now I´m rollin´ in dough.
Suck my motherfuckin´ dick
D-12
Dirty motherfuckin´ Dozen
Assed you like a stank slut bitch with 30 fuckin´ husbands
Bizarre kid
Swifty McBay
The Con Artist
The Caniver
Dirty Harry
Haha, and Slim Shady. |
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