Eminem
Pick It Up
[Eminem]Yo, yoBack again..Ha, ha ha!Turn it up a little bit, pick it up pick it upPick it up pick it upYo, pick it upIf you find a phone call in a tin westword line, what the hell you gonna do?Pick it up, pick it up!If your ball falls out with a pad on the floor, what the hell you gonna do?Pick it up, pick it up!While I'm smackin up girls to keep the hoes in checkThe double S, Slim Shady wreck the London setSit back relax while my squad smokes crackAnd tap your man back and be like, yeah you see that??Ah yes, comin from the motherfuckin midwestLift your shirt up and lemme see them big breastsWe molest girls three times a day three times a nightI got G Fools and criminal peoplesJumpin out when we ten deepBeat you down and speed off in the Benz JeepBrothers be like, Eminem changed his style upShut the hell up, I'm still 7 miles, slut!It's 9-7 so get with itLetras de cancionesPeep that back in the day stuff when that Infinite tape was hittinListen, must we forget?I originated all that rough shitThat talk drug shitThat left motherfuckers who try to sound like tough shitDetroit City is where I grew up, bitchPeace to all my outsiders in JersForget what you heard, this is 3 and one third!If you got a STD and yur penis falls on the floor, what the hell you gonna do?Pick it up, pick it up!Hah! Yeahhh, yeah yeahhhAnd if you see a Slim Shady tape on the fuckin rack, what is Dre gonna do?Ohhh..On the oven rack..I give deaf MC's step to the leftI bust MC's and my name is WyclefHow are you doing I play the banjo, pianoWhatever it is, I rock like Barry ManilowYo its Slim Shady on the frickin deckY'all don't check it out I wreck the Frim Slady setThe Frim Shady is what I said because I'm frickin drunkI pick it up pick it up, I sound like a punk[Proof]They wish to make a Bambi black, yo you standin backDeath methods, aiyyo got my hand in thatWhoever runnin it, aiyyo you get a damn knee cappedMake the healthiest in your fam.. handicappedYou a fan of rap, my clan'll have your school home, your bitch housePull my nine mili you gon' die with your fists outThe new God of rap, call me Bigger ThorSnap your back when I slap your ass in the Figure FourFor miles around, they can feel us lethalI make hardcore groups like Wu-Tang sound like the Village People[Hate Me Now music]You can hate me nowPop me in the face right nowYou can hate me nowI'm so drunk that I'm throwin up nowYou can hate me nowDeflate me nowAhhhhHand me an 8th, beam me up, land me in spaceI'mma sit on top of the world and spit on Brandi and MaseI'm more than ill, scarier than a white person trapped in a room with Lauren HillHuman orifile, be a lot funnier a plotAnd people will feel because I'mma still be the Mad Rapper whether I got money or notLong as I'm on pills and I got plenty of potI'll begin the canoe paddlin, makin fun of your yachtBut I would like an award, for the best rapper to get one mic in the SourceAnd a wardrobe I can affordOtherwise I might just end up back strikin a FordAnd you wonder what the hell I need more Vicodin for?Everybody's pissin me offEven a No Limit tank looks like a middle finger sideways flippin me offNo duh I'm a grave danger to my healthWhy else would I kill you, then jump in the grave and bury myself?You can hate me now..Hate us..Ha! Ha!
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