Singing with Spoken 
  (You don't own me, don't try to change me)
  Nah man, not quite finished yet.
  
  Girl I think you just might of tried to pull a mo'fuckin' fast one I'm mad
  You just hurt my goddamn feeling, and that was the last one I had
  Does this look like an arcade, tryin' to play games, see this saw blade
  See the silhouette, of a stalker, in your walkway, better cooperate
  
  Or get sauteed, and rotisseried, while you're hog-tied
  MC's get so quiet, you can hear a mo'fuckin' dog whistle when I walk by
  Colt Seavers on a mule, stuntin' on that ass like the fuckin' Fall Guy
  I don't gas my Mercedes after midnight, I treat it like a mogwai
  
  'Cause it will turn into a gremlin, and run over kids women and men
  Vnnn-vnnn motor's so big, you can fit a midget in his engine
  Bitch, give me them digits, why you cringin', not by the hair on my chinny-chin-chin
  Will I spend spend, even ten cents on you, since when
  
  Do you think it's gonna cost me a pretty penny
  Shit, if I think a penny's pretty, just imagine how beautiful a quarter is to me
  Eenie-meenie-miney-mo, catch an Eskimo by his toe, while he's trying to roll a snowball
  But don't make him lose his cool, if he hollers better let him go ya'll, 'cause
  
  (You don't own me) Now here we go go go
  
  Get up baby get a move on, like a U-Haul, you can rack your brain like pool balls
  You won't ever think of this shit, yeah honey, you called
  Well here I come, Havoc on the beat, I wreak it, evil I see hear and speak it
  Lady put your money on Shady, fuck that other weak shit
  
  Put your eggs in the same basket, you can count every mo'fuckin' chicken 'fore it hatches
  'Cause, you can bet your ass that, we gone get it crackin'
  Like the Kraken and Titans, when they're clashin', get your brains bashed in
  So bad you gon' have Kurt Cobain askin', to autograph a bloodstained napkin
  
  Unfashionable and 'bout as rational, as a rash on a fag's asshole
  Now let's take that line run it up the flag pole
  With Elton, see if he's cool with it, don't stand there and look stupid at
  Me bitch, I ain't in the mood for this shit, get my dick, Google it 
  
  Till it pops up, ya'll are so motherfuckin' full of shit that you've stopped up
  Me, I'm always shittin' diarrhea of the mouth, till your speakers crap out, *fart* Ohp what
  Girl you got a hot butt like a lit cigarette, "Chik-Chigarette"
  But you won't get a hot fudge Sundae from me, so do not strut my way slut, because
  
  (You don't own me) Now here we go go go
  
  And now that I got your panties in a bunch, and your bowels in an uproar
  I'ma show you why I came, so you stop askin' me what the fuck for
  Now look you little slut cunt whore, I know you want more
  Bitch it's time to put the math back in the Mathers, 'cause I'm a fuckin' problem, run boy
  
  Every flow got it mastered, so every last word that you fuckin' fags heard
  Comes straight from the fishes ass, yeah in other words I'm a bass-turd
  Lookin' at me like I killed Kenny, gas in the tank yeah still plenty
  No morals are instilled in me, so remorse I really don't feel any
  
  Eat your heart out Hannibal, understandable why you're jealous, fuck an animal
  I got cannibal magnetism, can't resist him now, can ya hoe
  Shady I don't understand your flow, understand my flow, bitch I flow like Troy
  Polamalu's hair boy, don't you dare try to follow or compare boy
  
  I'm raw, you ain't even medium rare, stay the fuck outta my hair boy
  You can look, you can stare point, but you can't touch, I'm too clairvoyant
  I don't get it man is there a void, all this weak shit, what am I steroids
  Well bitch I'm back, with some shit for that ass, and your trunk, elephant hemorrhoids, and remember boys
  
  (You don't own me) Now here we go go go
  
  Thank you for coming out
  Hope you enjoyed the show
  Till next time
  Haha
  Peace
  
  
czwartek, 31 maja 2012
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