Eminem-Under the infulence

So you can suck my dick if you don't like my shit Cuz I was high when I wrote this so suck my dick [Eminem] Two pills I pop, till my pupils swell up like two pennies I'm Clint Eastwood in his mid-20's A young-ass man with a trash can strapped to the back of his ass So the rats can't chew through his last pants I'm like a mummy at night, fightin with bright lightning Frightened with five little white Vicaden pills bitin him I'm like a fucking wasp in the hospital, lost Stingin the fuck out of everything I come across in the halls I light a candle and place it up on the mantle Grab a knife by the blade and stab you with the fucking handle So when you find yourself wrapped up in the blinds hurtin (Bitch it's too late) Cuz once you're hung from the drapes, it's "curtains" [Swifty] I'm an instigator, three-eighty slug penetrator They bring creating murders to kill haters Accused for every crime known to the equator They knew I did it, for havin blood on my gators My weed'll hit your chest like a double-barreled gaugean I'm a black grenade that'll blow up in your face(WA WA WA WA) With a fifth in me, when I guzzle Henny I do shit on purpose You'll never hear me say "forgive me" I'm snatchin every penny, it's gotta be that way Nigga face it, that weed I sold to you? Regate laced it You had it, I'll make the President get a face-lift Niggas just afraid, handin me their bracelets Chillin in the lab wasted I'm the type that'll drink Kaluha and Gin, and throw up on the mic Don't like this rule, you get socked right on sight And even at the Million Man March, we gon' fight So you can suck my dick if you don't like my shit Cos I was high when I wrote this so suck my dick Cos I don't give a fuck if you don't like my shit Cos I was high when I wrote this so suck my dick [Bizarre] I'm a compulsive liar, set my preacher on fire Slash your tires, find out, thinkin they're mine Plate's expired, so as soon as I'm hired, I'm fired Jackin my dick off in a band of barbed wires "Hey, is Bizarre performing?" Bitch, didn't you read the flyer? Special invited guest will be Richard Pryor "Aren't you a male dancer?" Naw bitch, I'm retired, for fuckin a bitch in the ass with a tire iron I'm ripped, I'm on an acid trip My DJ's in a coma for lettin the record skip Lettin the record skip - lettin the record skip (Damn!) (reverse revolving of record) I'm fuckin' anything when I'm snortin It's gonna cost $300 dollars to get my pit bull an abortion Some bitch asked for my autograph I called her a whore, spit beer in her face, and laughed I drop bombs like I was in Vietnam All bitches are hoes, even my stinkin ass mom [Proof] Ayo flashback, two seats, too deep up in that asscrack Weed laced with somethin, nigga pass that In Amsterdam we only hang out with hashrats At a Stop The Violence rally I blast gats, be it a mom or publishing Get your ASCAP-ed, the Kuniva, divider Yo cash that, run your motherfucking pockets ASAP, I don't need a platinum chain Bitch, I'll snatch Shaq's, born loser Half thief and half black Bring your boys and your guns, and get laughed at Bitch smack 'em, rich rappers get ejac-jacked And found chopped up in a trash bag [Kuniva] We stranglin rappers to the point they can't yell Cuz their crew is full of fags, sweeter than bake sells Wreckless, come from behind and snatch your necklace Cruisin and causin more trouble than nine hoodlums I rattle your Adam's Apple until it crackles Run right past you, turn around, grab you and stab you Get executed, cuz I'm a looney I got an adept mind, and it's polluted I cock it back then shoot it I love snatchin' up players, thugs, and young ballers Shoot up they household, even the young toddlers Brigades barricade to bring the noise While the bullets wrap you bones up like Christmas toys If I go solo, I'm doing a song with Bolo A big Chinese nigga, screamin "Kuniva yo-yo" I'll leave your face leakin Run up in church and smack the preacher while he's preachin Take a swing at the deacon [Kon Artis] I used to tell cats I sold weed and weight I was straight until I got caught sellin em shaped I'm ignorant, with the intent to snatch your rent I got kicked out of summer camp for havin sex in my tent With the superintendents daughter My brains out of order I've been a Kon Artis since I was swimmin in water In cahoots with this nigga named Carisle Von Who got fired from UPS for tryin' to send you a bomb (special delivery) I signed to a local label for fun Say I got cancer, get dropped an advancement and run Drive by you in the rain while you carry your son Call your house and hang up on you for not givin me none Born straight up out a pussy but the son of a gun Got a reputation for havin niggas run up they funds Used to be the type of nigga that was full of some ones Til I met your fat mama, now I'm rollin in dough So you can suck my dick if you don't like my shit Cos I was high when I wrote this so suck my dick Cos I don't give a fuck if you don't like my shit Cos I was high when I wrote this so suck my dick Suck my motherfucking dick... D12...Dirty motherfucking Dozen... Assed you like a snake slut bitch with 30 fucking husbands... Bizarre Kid...Swifty McVay...The Kon Artis...The Kuniva... Derty Hairy...Haha,and Slim Shady...