[Verse 1: Big Tigger]
Listen
Ain't nothing changed, but the area code
I relax and relocate it down the road
Now, forever will be, be asking what I see
But right now representing for the DMV
You can catch me live from the den
Two to six P.M
But right now, 50, Denaun, and Eminem
Yes, indeed, that Relapse is on your shelves
But come on, Mr. Porter, rock for Old D12
[Verse 2: Denaun]
I'm Mr. Obnoxious
Open-hand slap a dude
You couldn't, you wouldn't
You'd run off crying like Cuba Gooding
[?]
[Verse 3: Eminem]
Woah, Nelly, tell Angelina Jolie I'm ready
With petroleum jelly, to smear it all over me belly
And tell her she can hit me on me mobile, me celly
And meet in the salami section of the grocery deli
And maybe we can find us an appropriate telly
A Motel 6 or 8, I think they both could be helly
I hit it, then I quit it and I told her "Email me
And don't call me, I'll call you— can you feel me? Ho, do you smell me?
Animal instinct, cannibalistic
I just ran out of lipstick, man, I'm a twisted
Sick, sadistic, son of a bitch, 666
Broke his crucifix made out of sticks, then fixed it
Chck-chck-chck, chick, chck-chck, chck-chck, chck!
Now play it backwards: "muscle relaxers mixed with
Liquid Dilaudid, it's diluted for quick fix
You're delusional, illusions look realistic
Listen
Ain't nothing changed, but the area code
I relax and relocate it down the road
Now, forever will be, be asking what I see
But right now representing for the DMV
You can catch me live from the den
Two to six P.M
But right now, 50, Denaun, and Eminem
Yes, indeed, that Relapse is on your shelves
But come on, Mr. Porter, rock for Old D12
[Verse 2: Denaun]
I'm Mr. Obnoxious
Open-hand slap a dude
You couldn't, you wouldn't
You'd run off crying like Cuba Gooding
[?]
[Verse 3: Eminem]
Woah, Nelly, tell Angelina Jolie I'm ready
With petroleum jelly, to smear it all over me belly
And tell her she can hit me on me mobile, me celly
And meet in the salami section of the grocery deli
And maybe we can find us an appropriate telly
A Motel 6 or 8, I think they both could be helly
I hit it, then I quit it and I told her "Email me
And don't call me, I'll call you— can you feel me? Ho, do you smell me?
Animal instinct, cannibalistic
I just ran out of lipstick, man, I'm a twisted
Sick, sadistic, son of a bitch, 666
Broke his crucifix made out of sticks, then fixed it
Chck-chck-chck, chick, chck-chck, chck-chck, chck!
Now play it backwards: "muscle relaxers mixed with
Liquid Dilaudid, it's diluted for quick fix
You're delusional, illusions look realistic
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