Proof - Kurt Loder Car Freestyle lyrics

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Proof - Kurt Loder Car Freestyle lyrics

[Eminem] Yo, yo, I start it off, yo, yo My name is Shady, his name is Proof Yo, we used to have a roof up on my house And now we had a mouse that ate the cheese out of the fridge Didn't want to admit that I was on welfare when I was three Plus when I was four, my mother used to leave She used to always slam the door and say "Goodbye, goodbye Marshall, I'm leaving I'm single and right now I'm going to mingle at bingo "Yeah, see you later alligator" is what she said And I would always stay at house freezing til I'm dead Cause it was cold inside that house we never had no heat Yo Proof used to come walking up right up the street and be like "Yo what up Em? How you doing?" I used be like "Yeah man it's good to see you dawg But my life's ruined cause my mom just left" She left my brother Nate and I hate the fact We never had no food on our plate So then Proof said "What up Em?" Yo, so I said "Proof won't you come in?" [Proof] Yeah, yeah, come in what's up with dat Tango and Cash Came to mingle and blast Together tougher than Alcatraz prison bars Driving foreign cars Yes it's me and my man compadre Black and white, white and ivory and black ebony They can't step to me Rubbery and heavenly They can't see us in the 313 vicinity Aiyyo Em, ha, ha, ha, ha [Eminem] What up? Ha, ha, I'm coming like ha, ha I'm ill like nah, nah And y'all don't wanna see me because I'm ill with the sk** And I can grill and I always keep it real When I built my garage back after it just got burnt down Sorry that my parents weren't always around But it was really hectic growing up But now I'm blowing up so it don't matter Every show I do I'm always showing up To the club drunk as hell, drunk as f**, drunk as what? Can't say that on MTV But remember it?, little, old, wimpy me Who used to always dream be on MTV Now you can't see me I know you remember that rhyme Ay, wait a minute, yo check it out, I'm about to flatline Pa** the mic back to Proof, cause we get loose We drink gin and juice, sip it cause we always raise the roof [Proof] Aiyyo, aiyyo, we all up in your sight like cataracts Me and Em tag team Beat any of y'all on some battle rap See us next time we stripping out your Cadillacs How you like that? Soon you down like a battle axe [Eminem] I'm down like a battle axe I got a phatter axe to smash And I smash your cataracts Cause it'a a Cadillacs that I be driving When I be high off f**ing vivarin Now you can't see me cause I'm reviving and surviving in the D Every single day in Detroit If rappers wanna step to me they better get to the point Cause they don't understand the way that I do it The fluid that I be spittin' is never written Cause I'm always, always bitten, cause it... [Proof] Aiyyo, you make your neck crack like a snare pop We're fresh and they're not So give it up, don't even do this You're wack, in fact you get flat-lined You need practice We stick you like a cactus Nah you're not a guy you're an actress The fact is... [Eminem] Here's my address This is my old address And called: a street called Dresden Yo, dead president is what I'm resurrecting Gotta say "what's up?" to Desmond and J.L.B But yo they don't help me do a thing, they never did When I was a clever kid rhyming I always used to go to school And climb in the back baseball diamond [Proof] Hey yo, aboard, hold up Hurt shoulder Peace for Kurt Loder Yeah, we're doing an interview In a minute or two we're gonna enter in you [Eminem] In the nude, when we intrude Don't mean to be rude but yo what's up dude? How you doing MTV? How you doing Kurt? How you doing everybody else in the world? You getting hurt by this freestyle that I be coming up with Erupting and kicking your mother in the tummy and in the stomach [Proof] Aiyyo, aiyyo, and all of this we just done is freestyle Ah, ah, ah, don't touch that dial Yeah [Eminem] Hold it right there I'm your worst nightmare Wiping diapers on my high chair [Proof] What?! Yeah [Eminem] When I was this big, now I'm still bigger But I'm skinny like a twig Skinny little white boy growing up I liked noise I spike punch and light joints [Proof] Aiyyo, everybody looks for us to follow We thrust the bottle, thrust the throttle Bust a bottle over your head Train your thoughts just like Cus d'Amato Your guts is hollow Back up, Proof and Em [Eminem] And all them wack MC's steppin' to me at Saint Andrews Just remember that I hate you and yo I can't stand you Em & proof: Yeah! bye bye, goodbye good night, bye bye, good night, bye bye, good night, bye bye “nine deuce”

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