Under The Influence

D12

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    [Eminem]
    Chem-le-le-le-le-le-le-le, le-le, le-le
    Chem-le-le-le-ne-miah-nuf-niah, ne-nish, ne-ne
    (Translation)
    So you can suck my dick if you don't like my shit
    'Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dick, haha!

    Two pills I pop, till my pupils swell up like two pennies
    I'm Clint Eastwood in his mid-twenties
    A young-ass man with a trash can, strapped tô 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 lightnin'
    And frightened with five little white Vicodin pills bitin' him
    I'm like a fuckin' wasp in the hospital, lost
    Stingin' the fuck outta everything I come across in the halls
    I light a candle and place it up on the mantel
    Grab a knife at the blade and stab you with the fuckin' handle
    So when you find yourself wrapped up in the blinds, hurtin'
    (Bitch, it's too late)
    ‘Cause once you're hung from the drapes, it's curtains

    [Swifty]
    I'm an instigator, . 380 slug penetrator
    Degradin', creatin' murders tô kill haters
    Accused for every crime known through the Equator
    They knew I did it for havin' blood on my 'gators
    My weed'll hit your chest like a double barrel gauge and
    I'm a black grenade that'll blow up in yo' face
    With a fifth in me, when I guzzle Remy I do shit on purpose
    You never hear me say: Forgive me
    I'm snatchin' every penny, it gotta be that way, nigga, face it
    That weed I sold tô you, Brigade laced it
    You hidin', I make the president get a facelift
    Niggas just afraid, handin' me they bracelets
    Chillin' in the lab, wasted, I'm the type
    That'll drink Kahlua and gin, throw up on the mic
    Your life is ruined, you get socked right on sight
    And even at the Million Man March, we gon' fight

    [Eminem]
    So you can suck my dick if you don't like my shit
    'Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dick!
    'Cause I don't give a fuck if you don't like my shit
    'Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dick!

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    [Bizarre]
    I'm a compulsive liar, settin' my preacher on fire
    Slashin' your tires, flyin' down Fenkell and Meyers
    Plates expired, soon as I'm hired I'm fired
    Jackin' my dick off in a bed of barbed wire
    (Hey, is Bizarre performin'?) Bitch, didn't you read the flyer?
    The special invited guest will be Richard Pryor
    (Aren't you a male dancer?) No, bitch, I'm retired
    Fuckin' your 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!)

    I'm fuckin' anything when I'm snortin'
    It's gonna cost 300 dollars tô get my pitbull 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 is hoes, even my stinkin'-ass mom

    [Proof]
    Ayo, flashback, two feets, two deep up in that ass crack
    Weed laced with somethin', nigga, pass that!
    In Amsterdam we only hang out with hash rats
    At a Stop the Violence rally, I blast gats
    BMI on publishin', get yo' ass capped
    The Kuniva divide up yo' cash stack
    Run yo' motherfuckin' pockets, ASAP
    I don't need a platinum chain, bitch, I snatched Shaq's
    Born loser, half thief and half black
    Bring your boys and your guns and get laughed at
    Bitch smacker, rich rappers get they Jag jacked
    And found chopped up in a trash bag

    [Kuniva]
    We stranglin' rappers until the point they can't yell
    'Cause they crew is full of fags and sweeter than bake sales
    Reckless, come from behind and snatch your necklace
    Gruesome, and causin' more violence than nine hoodlums
    I grapple your Adam's apple until it crackle
    Run right past you, turn around, grab you and stab you
    Get executed, ‘cause I'm a Luni, I got a Yukmouth
    And it's polluted, I cock it back, then shoot it
    I love snatchin' up players, thugs and young ballers
    Shoot up the household, even the young toddlers
    Brigade barricade tô bring the noise
    While the bullets break your bones up like Christmas toys
    If I go solo, I'm doin' a song with Bolo
    A big Chinese nigga screamin': Kuniva, yo, yo!
    I leave ya face leakin', run up in church
    And smack the preacher while he's preachin'
    Take a swing at the deacon

    [Kon Artis]
    I used tô tell cats that I sold weed and weight
    I was straight till I got caught sellin' them shake
    I'm ignorant, with the intent tô snatch your rent
    I got kicked out of summer camp for havin' sex in my tent
    With the superintendent's daughter, my brain's out of order
    I'vê been a Kon Artis since I was swimmin' in water
    In cahoots with this nigga named Carlisle Von
    Who got fired from UPS for tryin' tô send you a bomb
    (Special delivery) I sign tô a local label for fun
    Say I got cancer, get dropped, take the 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 a son of a gun
    Got a reputation for havin' niggas runnin' they funds
    Used tô be the type of nigga that was foldin' some ones
    Till I met your fat mama, now I'm rollin' in dough

    [Eminem]
    So you can suck my dick if you don't like my shit
    'Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dick!
    'Cause I don't give a fuck if you don't like my shit
    'Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dick, haha!

    Suck my motherfuckin' dick!
    D12, dirty-motherfuckin'-dozen
    Nasty like a stank slut bitch with thirty fuckin' husbands
    Bizarre Kid, Swifty McVay, the Kon Artis
    The Kuniva, Derty Harry and Slim Shady

    Song details

    Composition: Jeff Bass, Mark Bass, Eminem, Rufus Johnson, Von Carlisle, Mr. Porter, Proof, and Swifty Mc Vay

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