Taking My Ball

Eminem

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    Yo, Dre Man
    Make my vocals sound sexy, woo!
    Come on, man, come on, man, okay

    It feels so wrong 'cause it feels so right
    But it's all right, it's okay with me
    I'll do my steps all by myself
    I don't need nobody to play with me
    But if you just give me a chance
    I can put you in a trance the way I dance
    But don't nobody wanna play with me
    So I'm taking my ball and going home, home

    I'm that guy man, shove a diamond up my hind end
    And crush it with my butt muscles while I cut vocals
    Slut poke holes in ya shirt, jump in mud puddles
    While I stomp mudholes in ya ass girl, now let's cuddle
    Blood curdlin', you're gurglin' on your blood, what'll
    I do for my next trick? I'm feelin' wonderful
    I think I might just do somethin' a little less subtle
    Shove a fuckin' Tonka truck up a little kid's butthole
    Feel the wrath of a psychopath slash ambassador
    Of the Valentine's Day Massacre slash assassin
    I slash her in the ass with a icicle
    And leave her layin' a blood bath while I
    Put a catheter in and jump in the bath with her
    In my Spider-Man mask, man
    Just imagine the fun I can have with a strap-on
    Stick it up Kim Kardashian's ass and make the bitch run a triathlon
    Are those pistachios? Damn, I'd like to have some
    Laying on the patio, man, rolling a fat one
    Shady, drop the magic marker, put the cap on
    Goddamn, man, are you that much of an asshole?

    It feels so wrong 'cause it feels so right
    But it's all right, it's okay with me
    I'll do my steps all by myself
    I don't need nobody to play with me
    But if you just give me a chance
    I can put you in a trance the way I dance
    But don't nobody wanna play with me
    So I'm taking my ball and going home, home

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    I'm like Houdini, tuck my teenie eenie weenie between each
    One of my thighs and make it disappear like a genie
    Make the shit disappear like Tara Reid in a bikini
    Believe me, homie, you don't know the meaning of a meanie
    They call me the fruit loop from Jupiter
    I'm tryna maneuver the Hoover up in your poop shoot
    Don't move or ya might get it stuck so fuckin' far up in your uvula
    You ain't gonna know what he was tryna do to ya gluteus
    Totally tubular, sniffin' glue through a tube in the studio
    Now who do ya think is more fruitier?
    Wiener smothered in peanut butter, puttin' on a tube of ya
    Eye shadow and man, it looked nice, you should've seen it, mother
    I think I'll put a piece of art on my Visa card
    Then I'll go beat Mischa Barton with a Cuisinart
    Then mosey on over to Rosie O'Donnell's with McDonald's
    Jump on her lap and watch The Sopranos

    It feels so wrong 'cause it feels so right
    But it's all right, it's okay with me
    I'll do my steps all by myself
    I don't need nobody to play with me
    But if you just give me a chance
    I can put you in a trance the way I dance
    But don't nobody wanna play with me
    So I'm taking my ball and going home, home

    Shady, what are you doin' chewin' on a human?
    Grab an aluminum bat, hit Heidi Klum in the back, boom!
    And assumin' the fact that that dude's in the back room
    Usin' the bathroom, vacuumin' a raccoon
    Skewin' a rat, a cat screwin' a baboon
    You shouldn't ask what is he doin' with that broom
    You should be glad he ain't leave you full of stab wounds
    You in a trance, I'm back doing my dance, ooh
    But they're afraid I might get Sarah Palin by the hair
    And make her wear a bathin' suit and take her parasailin'
    Shady, why do you gotta pick on the lady for?
    Why you make her read 84 bedtime stories to you in baby talk?
    'Cause I'm scared there's monsters under my bed
    Kellie Pickler hid my juice box under my bassinet
    No wonder my ass is wet, my diaper needs to be changed
    You like graffiti, dyke? Well, I can pee-pee and write your name

    It feels so wrong 'cause it feels so right
    But it's all right, it's okay with me
    I'll do my steps all by myself
    I don't need nobody to play with me
    But if you just give me a chance
    I can put you in a trance the way I dance
    But don't nobody wanna play with me
    So I'm taking my ball and going home, home

    Fine, nobody wants to play with me?
    Fuck you then, bitch!
    You guys are always mean to me anyways
    All you ever do is rub gum in my hair and stuff
    You guys are gonna make me, make me sad, I'm sad
    I'm gonna cry, I'm crying
    I'm going to tell my mom, mom!

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    Composición: A. Young, Marshall Mathers, D. Parker, M. Batson y T. Lawrence

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