Artist: dj jazzy jeff f/ eminem and parl yams
(scratched) (3x):
"no...you hear me! you go to hell" -> mr. garrison
[eminem]
Yo
At birth i was born with the biggest middle finger on earth
The first time i went to stick it up the sh** hurt
Moms wouldn't take it, the b**h still hates me
One day she said, "go rake leaves," i said, "make me!"
I'm proud to announce i was probably the first kid
Who was kicked out of his house for making fart sounds with his mouth
Arguing with me and mom was on-going
She called law enforcement when i broke the law mower
The s*ut gave me a truck when i turned sixteen
I went to start it and it screamed, "please fix me!"
Back then, when will smith was still the fresh prince
And him and jeff were still best friends, i guess then
I decided to cut cla** to rap full time
And get the f** outta the fake school and rhyme
Anybody who thinks this f**in attitude is a gimmick
Come and see me, see if i don't live up to this image
Break sh**!
(scratched) (4x):
"no...you hear me! you go to hell!"
[parl yams]
Yo, y'all rappers have never learned
That's why i'm f**in wit y'all
Run around telling n***as they can f** wit parl
I bring it to your high school, smoke the prom
Put your brother in an air lock, choke your mom
Cause any horror like a play off loss in game seven
Walk around ripping on n***as madder than james evans
My left hand's sharp it moves freestyle ultra
Slap my dick like kool keith
f** like you stole from me, and rules the streets
I don't wanna have to f** you up, so cool cease
Parl yams be the chosen thug
What i spit be cold juice like a fruitful hug
Run the streets while you're stuck at home
My temper life bushwick bill f**er leave me the f** alone
I've been jealous since n***as was windmillin'
These cats just started to rhyme, my pen's spillin'
And moms just told me to act, i've been wheelin'
So boy just slow your deck, i've been stealin'
I wet rappers cause it's me and em
I guess i just ain't give a f** like eminem
Burglarize take busts with the slugs
Come in your window like (? ? ?) and bustin' your club
Put the heat up i teach them n***az what to s**
And my young lords, when to stand up and light the dutch
(scratched) (4x):
"no...you hear me! you go to hell!"
[eminem]
I ended my last show with a horse swingin' a la**o
Drunk with the a**hole ripped out of an old bathrobe
Cause i don't give a f**, you better understand that
Two zantacs i give a f** if i sound whack
Billboard, d** is what i k** for
I'm happy gilmore, you slip me anything in pill form
I'm in to mingle but i plan to stay single
Play bingo and drink, get old and watch my face wrinkle
Sike, i'm 24 thursday; six more birthdays
And i'm blowin my brains out when i'm thirty
As long as my heart beats i'ma keep tryin to see
How much speed i can eat before i fall the f** asleep
So "i'm the rapper, he's the dj"
I'm the one thats got the six year old nephew screamin "f/u/c/k"
So jeff, give me a scratch (scratched: "no!")
Y'all can kiss my a** until your lips stick to my pants
(scratched) (5x):
"no...you hear me! you go to hell!"