Elevator

Eminem

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    All aboard!
    Okay, next stop, my basement (Ha-ha)
    I'll meet you down there!

    There once was a saying that I used to say
    Back in the day, when I met Dre
    I used to sit and goof on the phone with my friend Proof
    That if I went gold, I'd go right through the roof
    He'd say: What if you went platinum?, I'd just laugh at him
    That's not happening, that I can't fathom
    Eighty-some million records worldwide later
    I'm living in a house with a fucking elevator

    Haters getting mad, they done had enough of Shady
    You slay me, nothing you say matters enough to touché me
    Rappers try to play me, they use Hailie as a ukulele
    Whoopsa-that-a-fucking-daisy
    That’s a no-no, even she knows Da-Da's fucking crazy
    Fucking animal, cuckoo, bananas, fucking-A, B
    Maybe it's because I never had a mother raise me
    Fuck around and throw a baby at another baby
    You may think it's 'cause of the way that I was brought up
    But it's all caught up to me now, karma's in the waters
    Every line I ever said has got me in a corner
    You might think it doesn't creep upon ya, but it all does
    You wouldn't listen, man, I tried to warn ya when you started
    Now your brain's all haunted 'cause of all the shit you thought of
    Chainsaw slaughters, turn your daughters into sawdust
    I never thought it'd come to this, I oughta just be honest, but

    There once was a saying that I used to say
    Back in the day, when I met Dre
    I used to sit and goof on the phone with my friend Proof
    That if I went gold, I'd go right through the roof
    He'd say: What if you went platinum?, I'd just laugh at him
    That's not happening, that I can't fathom
    Eighty-some million records worldwide later
    I'm living in a house with a fucking elevator

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    Sorry Lance, Mr. Lambert and Aiken ain't gonna make it
    They get so mad when I call them both faggots
    All these fucking voices in my head, I can't take it
    Someone shut that fucking baby up 'fore I shake it
    You're standing adjacent to Jason, slash, Leatherface, and
    Together makes 'em a fucking bad combination
    I lashed at the doctor in my last operation
    Shoved the Wiener Schnitzel up his ass, hopped away
    Somebody please stop the patient, get the cops to mace him
    Homie, I'm the Scheiße, ask Doctor Dreson
    I can't leave the game, I just can't walk away, son
    No, not a-now, not a chance, not today, son
    I can't believe I leave for one brief second
    And you pussies queef all over the rap game, naked
    And use a leaf to wipe up the crap stain, feck it
    I'll just keep saying the same exact saying, check it

    There once was a saying that I used to say
    Back in the day, when I met Dre
    I used to sit and goof on the phone with my friend Proof
    That if I went gold, I'd go right through the roof
    He'd say: What if you went platinum?, I'd just laugh at him
    That's not happening, that I can't fathom
    Eighty-some million records worldwide later
    I'm living in a house with a fucking elevator

    Elevator in my house, hah, smell ya later
    I blew the fuck up, a hamster in the microwave, I'm
    Thinking 'bout an escalator now, steps, I hate 'em
    Told the neighbors step away, then I just pepper-sprayed 'em
    Yeah, for every time you ride down the street
    Or hide out, drive by my house and beep
    Like, now motherfucker, try now to sleep
    Lie down fucker (bah), try counting sheep
    And you're tryna find out why now there's beef
    Mace in your face, bitch, cry now, pussy
    This is my house, all nine thousand feet
    So you can suck my dick with Amy Winehouse's teeth
    Then I shove 'em in the elevator, take 'em to the top
    Stand above 'em just to cut the fucking cable, let 'em drop
    Walk an hour to the damn refrigerator, get a pop
    While I let 'em fall all the way to the basement, yelling: Stop!

    There once was a saying that I used to say
    Back in the day, when I met Dre
    I used to sit and goof on the phone with my friend Proof
    That if I went gold, I'd go right through the roof
    He'd say: What if you went platinum?, I'd just laugh at him
    That's not happening, that I can't fathom
    Eighty-some million records worldwide later
    I'm living in a house with a fucking elevator

    You fucking son of a bitch, I can't believe this shit
    This must be all that there is, this must be it
    Fucking-A, even got a bidet
    To wash my ass after I shit with gold toilet paper
    Dishwasher's so big, when I'm pissed off, I can just toss a
    Flying saucer in it, the shit's awesome
    Yeah, fucking elevator, living in a house with a fucking elevator

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    Composición: Eminem y Luis Edgardo Resto

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