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 Ooww ladies and gentlemen 
The moment you've all been waiting for.. 
In this corner weighing 175 pounds,  
With a record of 17 rapes, 400 assaults, and 4 murders,  
The undisputed, most diabolical villain in the world 
Slim shady!  
[Chorus eminem] 
So crack a bottle, let your body waddle 
Don't act like a snobby model you just hit the lotto 
O-oh o-oh, bitches hopping in my tahoe 
Got one riding shotgun and no not one of em got clothes 
Now where's the rubbers? whose got the rubbers? 
I notice there's so many of em 
And there's really not that many of us. 
Ladies love us and my posse's kicking up dust. 
It's on till the break of dawn 
And we're starting this party from dusk 
Ok... let's go 
Back wit andre, the giant, mister elephant tusk 
Fix your musk, you'll just be another one bit the dust 
Just one of my mothers son who got thrown under the bus 
Kiss my butt. lick the wonder cheese from under my nuts 
It disgusts me to see the game the way that it looks 
It's a must I redeem my name n haters get mushed. 
Bitches lust. man they love me when I lay in the cut. 
Fist the cup. the lady gave her eighty some paper cut. 
Now picture us. it's ridiculous you curse at the thought 
Cuz when I spit the verse the sh-t 
Gets worse then worcestershire sauce 
If I could fit the words as picture perfect, works every time 
Every verse, every line, as simple as nursery rhymes 
It's elementary. the elephants have entered the room. 
I venture to say we're the center of attention it's true 
Not to mention back with a vengeance so here's the signal 
Of the bat symbol. the platinum trio's back on you hoes. 
[Chorus eminem] 
So crack a bottle, let your body waddle 
Don't act like a snobby model you just hit the lotto 
O-oh o-oh, bitches hopping in my tahoe 
Got one riding shotgun and no not one of em got clothes 
Now where's the rubbers? whose got the rubbers? 
I notice there's so many of em 
And there's really not that many of us. 
Ladies love us and my posse's kicking up dust. 
It's on till the break of dawn 
And we're starting this party from dusk 
Ladies and gentlemen, dr. dre 
[Dr. dre] 
They see that low rider go by they're, like oh my!  
You ain't got to tell me why you're sick cuz I know why. 
I dip through in that six trey like sick em dre. 
I'm an itch that they can't scratch, they're sick of me. 
But hey, what else can I say? I love la. 
Cuz over and above all, it's just another day 
And this one begins where the last one ends. 
Pick up where we left off and get smashed again. 
I'll be dammed, just f*cked around and crashed my benz. 
Driving around with a smashed front end 
Lets cash that one in. 
Grab another one from out the stable 
The monte carlo, el camino or the el dorado 
The hell if I know. 
Do I want leather seats or vinyl? 
Decisions, decisions 
Garage looks like precision collision. 
Or maaco beats quake like waco 
Just keep the bass low speakers away from your face though 
So crack a bottle, let your body waddle 
Don't act like a snobby model you just hit the lotto 
O-oh o-oh, bitches hopping in my tahoe 
Got one riding shotgun and no not one of em got clothes 
Now where's the rubbers? whose got the rubbers? 
I notice there's so many of em 
And there's really not that many of us. 
Ladies love us and my posse's kicking up dust. 
It's on till the break of dawn 
And we're starting this party from dusk 
And I take great pleasure in introducing 50 cent 
[50 cent] 
It's bottle after bottle 
The money ain't a thing when you party with me 
It's what we into it's simple 
We ball out of control like you wouldn't believe 
I'm the napalm the bomb the don I'm king kong 
Get rolled on wrapped up and reigned on 
I'm so calm through vietnam ring the alarm 
Bring the shaun dawn burn marajaun do what you want 
Nigga on and on till the break of what 
Get the paper man I'm caking you know I don't give a fuck 
I spend it like it don't mean nothing 
Blow it like it's supposed to be blown 
Mother fucker I'm grown 
I stunt I style I flash the shit 
I gets what the fuck I want so what I trick 
Fat ass burgundy bags classy shit jimmy choos shoes 
I say move a bitch move 
So crack a bottle, let your body waddle 
Don't act like a snobby model you just hit the lotto 
O-oh o-oh, bitches hopping in my tahoe 
Got one riding shotgun and no not one of em got clothes 
Now where's the rubbers? whose got the rubbers? 
I notice there's so many of em 
And there's really not that many of us. 
Ladies love us and my posse's kicking up dust. 
It's on till the break of dawn 
And we're starting this party from dusk 
            
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