Bad Motherfucker Wallet

if theres and electric guitar in it, and some men cheering in the background of the chorus, and some alarm sqeaky thing goes with the pace .. its super cool and I love it ..


Lyrics

Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
I am a M80, you Lil 'Kim, as this lady
I'm Buzzin, Dirty Dozen, naughty rotten rhymer
Cursin you players worse than Marty Schottenheimer
You Wacker ************ that your style bits
You will not sell two copies if you press on a double album
Admit it, it ****, while we come to the open air
I acid, crack, smack, coke and dope and smocking
My name is Marshall Mathers, I'm an alcoholic (Hi Marshall)
I have a disease and they do not know what to call
Better hide your wallet cause I go to the band quickly your money
I bought a ticket to your concert just to come and whip your ***
*****, I'm going out swinging, so quickly, it turns the eyes
You gettin hit the'**** stars like Mike Tyson
The + + is the proof in the pudding, just ask the DeShaun Holton
I'll slit your throat ************* worse than Ron Goldman

[Chorus:]
So when you see me on your block with two guns
Screaming _**** the World_ like Tupac
I do not give a ****!!
Talking that **** behind my back, dirty Mackin
tell your boys that I'm on crack
I do not give a ****!!
So put my tape backup support
Go run and tell your friends my **** is wack
I do not give a ****!!
But I see in the street and duck
Because you'll be stuck, stoned, and stifled
Because I can not give a ****!!

[Verse Two:] Eminem
I'm Nicer than Pete, but I'm looking to crush a Miilkbone
I'm Everlast-ing, I melt Vanilla Ice like silicone
I'm sick enough to straight up diss you for no reason
I'm colder than snow season when he was twenty below friezing
Flavor without seasoning, is the preview
I'll diss your magazine and still will not review low
I'll make you quit your monster, the smell of Folgers crystals
It is a lyrical combat, gentlemen hold your pistols
But I form like Voltron and furnaces you with my shoulder missiles
Slim Shady, Eminem was the old initials (Bye-bye!)
Extortion, sniffing, supporting abortion
pathological liar, blowing **** out of proportion
The looniest, more zany, spontaneous, sporadic
Impulsive thinker, compulsive drinker, addict
Half animal, half man
Dumping your dead body inside a trash can *******
With more holes than an Afghan

[Chorus]

[Verse Three:] Eminem
Someone let me out this limousine (hey, let me out!)
I'm a caged demon, on stage screaming like Rage Against the Machine
I am convinced that I am a demon, shootin up while this drive
Clinically brain dead, I do not need a second opinion
**** Droppin the jewel, I'm flippin the sacred treasure
I'll bite your style *************, just to make it cooler
I can not take the pressure, I'm sick of bitches
Sick of bosses naggin bitchin while I'm washing the dishes
At school, I never said, too busy having a Headrush
To precipitate too had my face flushed like Red Blush
Then I went to Jim Beam, that's when my face grayed
I went to gym in eighth grade, raped the women's swim team
Do not take me for a joke, I'm not a comedian
Too many mental health problems to me snorting coke and smoking weed again
I ride on the sidewalk, driving on the median
Finally made it home, but I have not had the key to enter

(Chorus)

The one I got is.