Eminem
Eminem — Vegas
Eminem — Vegas (текст песни)
[Verse 1: Eminem] Got a shady grin, bitch show me those itty-bitty titties again We’re in sin-city, since when did we begin Bitch you need to go run and go get your friggidy-friends I’m looking at your bum-stickdy-bum hun, the migidy max, bigidy back Don’t act wigidy-wack, you can get the fididy-finger, the middle You little busy bitch [?] 6 o’ clock cravings, stop get your rocks, it’s about to be an unbelievable night I call it surreal, so mix a lot tape in, hit the next spot to spot my next victim I’m picky like I missed a spot shaving Came to sip Vodaka, shit yeah, that little chick is hot but if she got rabies I wouldn’t give the bitch a shot, I poke her in the rear But I bet if I lick her, she’d chase me (Haha) What are you pit, rot, mixed or you just got fixed well shit lets lip lock [?] Piss off you little snobby little pig snot nose You think you’re hot? Shit cause you’re in heat, [?] Then I’m your polar oppisite dog cause I’m colder than popsickle sticks, poppin’ shit Talkin’ it, walkin’ it, spit rocks then my sick thoughts are about to lick shots Like this shits hopping, and did-dropping in chocolate-y whip-topping So whether you’re Hip Hop, Slipknot, Big Pac, Kid Rock, Kris Cross, Rick Ross [?] and flip flops And I produced the track, so you don’t have to ask when this shit knocks (TURN UP!) So [?] and I’mma keep on saying all the shit I should be hung for, probably killed for saying And I probably will, but not until the day I pop a pill again and drop a [?] And Shady in a coma [?], Mohammad [?] My brain made me Robin Williams crazy, boy end up with dimensia, rocking with a sadest But ain’t a sadest, but if the thought is entertaining, I ain’t stopping till be sprayed it Oh my god, for real man, not again I’m shaking, but before I tie a rope around this nob If they don’t like it, got a knob they can slob on until - wait I just forgot what I was thinking... What’s it called again? I’m blanking Some thing about the balls between my legs and I think I can feel it danglling, it’s throbbing and it’s veining Wait I think I got it, okay bitch I got you, Robin Williams [?] Bitch go hang in the lobby unless you came to slob me, come on kemosabi It’s past time, like your favorite hobby Cause if the way that I spit shit remains on my dick then she grab me by the nuts and tried to take my sausage as a hostage Ain’t it obvious? Pretty much a no brainer, or should I say Cobein-er? That shes plain addicted to my dick like Lorena Bobbet Got a [?] off it, [?] of it, like she took my fucking peins, chopped it, and stuck it up between her armpits And she begun to swing a [?] knife and paint the carpet, at least that’s what her traier thought is Cause I made came, saw, conqured, hit it, quit it, and made a [?] And I always end up giving these bitches some complex And I don’t mean apartment So spread your feet apart And let me see you do some yoga stretches, splits Now grab this squeezing art And make me breakfast, bitch, thats a prerequisite And that’s just to get in this bedroom, bitch Walked up to that Ke$ha chick (what up?) Said my name is Booger, wanna catch a flick? I’ll even let you pick, make her fetch a stick Bet you if you get this old dog these new tricks To get familiar with I’ll learn extra quick Kick a pregnant bitch, oops, I guess the shit Took an unexpected twist like the neck of the freaking exorcist Bitch, I said that this mask ain’t for hockey Hate Versace, Versace, I got Munchausen by proxy I’m making you sick, don’t pretend you can’t hear me You deaf, girl, I said you was foxy I’ll tell a bitch like Bizarre Bitch, shut the fuck up and get in my car And suck my fucking dick while I take a shit And I think with my dick so come blow my mind And it tastes like humble pie So swallow my pride, your lucky just to follow my ride If I let you run alongside the Humvee Unless you’re Nicki, grab you by the wrist, let’s ski So what’s it gon’ be? Put that shit away Iggy You don’t wanna blow that rape whistle on me (Scream!) I love it ’Fore I get lost with the gettin’ off[Bridge: Eminem] (Party, party, party) Vegas Til we get to Las Vegas (Party, party, party) Vegas Til we get to Las Vegas (Party, party, party) Vegas Til we get to Las Vegas [Chorus: Eminem] Whatever happens here, stays here So let’s go off the rails here Til we get to Las Vegas[Verse 2: Royce da 5’9] Whatever happens in my room, it stays in my room like movie night like cable Treat every women in my stable like flavors Looking like she kryptonite and I get weak after like 7 days In 7 nights in the days and it’s our Vegas We rolling circles and packs, we the lifesavers She got a boyfriend, I got a toy then I’ll bring her with me when I show up to her crib waving And I ain’t tryna be the nice neighbor I’m so Jay Electronic I’m cut like I’m all out of razors And all I got is a gun left with a bayonet on it Next ho froze and it look like I walked in to a jewelry store With a about a million dollars with your mama And sat down did an ALS challenge, haaaan I stole that adlib from French, Bad & Evil back at it again About to get my back tatted again About to get a pic of a backstabber with an axe in his hand Sitting on a bike in the sand If you ain’t been through nothing Then that shouldn’t mean nothing to you like legs on a crab If she [?] I keep her pussy purring like the lights on a lamp We got her so chinky eyed Look like she been getting high on a flight to Japan I keep my jewelry on while I’m fucking Sound like Im shaking up dice in a can Listen, though this ain’t Christmas I make you my ex miss If this is my passion I learn to give those who don’t appreciate my presence The gift of my absence I don’t know who you been listening to Got me fucked up like pookie in the chicken coupe Bitch, I don’t give a two shits Bitch, get the fuck out of my face To make a long story short, I don’t really gotta stand there And listen to you while you throw a silly tantrum Even though I have an affinity for witty banter Starting to feel like foulplay like Billy [?] Hold up, she misunderstood me [?] I knock a nigga face off Give him the bottom of the nine a baseball (whatever..) I leave the club with my tab still open Won’t even get a cab for you and your friend The only fear I have is of loathing And I won’t even kick in til we get to Las Vegas[Bridge: Eminem] [Chorus: Eminem]