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8 Mile Soundtrack Lyrics

313 Freestyle

[Rabbit]

Your style is generic

Mines authentic made

I roll like a renegade

You need clinicaid

My technique is bizarrenile

I scar and kill

You were a star until I served you like a bar and grill

As I proceed to cook and grill ya

That’s all that took to kill ya

You better recognize me like I look familiar

You want to battle

You beat around the bush

Like your scared to lick pussy so you eat around the tush

I need a clown to push

Someone that I can bully

Wait a minute I don’t think you understand fully

See me without a style

Is like mustard without the Hind’s

I lead the new school

You a BUSTA without the RHYMES

I crush the shit out your lines

 

8 Mile Road

[Eminem]

Sometimes I just feel like, quittin I still might

Why do I put up this fight, why do I still write

Sometimes it's hard enough just dealin with real life

Sometimes I wanna jump on stage and just kill mics

And show these people what my level of skill's like

But I'm still white, sometimes I just hate life

Somethin ain't right, hit the brake lights

Case of the stage fright, drawin a blank like

Da-duh-duh-da-da, it ain't my fault

Great big eye balls, my insides crawl

and I clam up I just slam shut

I just can't do it, my whole manhood's

just been stripped, I've just been ripped

So I must then get, hope the bus didn't split

Man fuck this shit yo, I'm goin the fuck home

World on my shoulders as I run back to this 8 Mile Road

[Chorus]

I'm a man, I'ma make a new plan

Time for me to just stand up, and travel new land

Time for me to just take matters into my own hands

Once I'm over these tracks man I'ma never look back

(8 Mile Road) And I'm gone, I know right where I'm goin

Sorry momma I'm grown, I must travel the alone

Ain't gonna follow no footsteps, I'm makin my own

Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road

[Eminem]

I'm walkin these train tracks, tryin to regain back

the spirit I had 'fore I go back to the same crap

To the same plant, in the same pants

Tryin to chase rap, gotta move ASAP

And get a new plan, momma's got a new man

Poor little baby sister, she don't understand

Sits in front of the TV, buries her nose in the pad

And just colors until the crayon gets dull in her hand

While she colors her big brother, her mother and dad

Ain't no tellin what really goes on in her little head

Wish I could be the daddy that neither one of us had

But I keep runnin from somethin I never wanted so bad!

Sometimes I get upset, cause I ain't blew up yet

It's like I grew up, but I ain't grow me two nuts yet

Don't gotta rep my step, don't got enough pep

The pressure's too much man, I'm just tryin to do what's best

And I try, sit alone and I cry

Yo I won't tell no lie, not a moment goes by

That I don't pray to the sky, please I'm beggin you God

Please don't let me be piegon holed in no regular job

Yo I hope you can hear me homey wherever you are

Yo I'm tellin you dawg I'm bailin this trailer tomorrow

Tell my mother I love her, kiss baby sister goodbye

Say whenever you need me baby, I'm never too far

But yo I gotta get out there, the only way I know

And I'ma be back for you, the second that I blow

On everything I own, I'll make it on my own

Off to work I go, back to this 8 Mile Road

[Chorus]

[Eminem]

You gotta live it to feel it, you didn't you wouldn't get it

Or see what the big deal is, why it was and it still is

To be walkin this borderline of Detroit city limits

It's different, it's a certain significance, a certificate

of authenticity, you'd never even see

But it's everything to me, it's my credibility

You never seen heard smelled or met a real MC

who's incredible, up on the same pedestal as me

But yet I'm still unsigned, havin a rough time

Sit on the porch with all my friends and kick dumb rhymes

Go to work and serve MC's in the lunchline

But when it comes crunch time, where do my punchlines go

Who must I show, to bust my flow

Where must I go, who must I know

Or am I just another crab in the bucket

Cause I ain't havin no luck with this little Rabbit so fuck it

Maybe I need a new outlet, I'm startin to doubt shit

I'm feelin a little skeptical who I hang out with

I look like a bum, yo my clothes ain't about shit

at Salvation Army tryin to salvage an outfit

And it's cold, tryin to travel this road

Plus I feel like I'm old, stuck in this battlin mode

My defenses are so up, and one thing I don't want

is pity from no one, the city is no fun

There is no sun, and it's so dark

Sometimes I feel like I'm just bein pulled apart

from each one of my limbs, by each one of my friends

It's enough to make me just wanna jump out of my skin

Sometimes I feel like a robot, sometimes I just know not

what I'm doin I just blow, my head is a stove top

I just explode, the kettle gets so hot

Sometimes my mouth just overloads the gas that I don't got

But I've learned, it's time for me to U-turn

Yo it only takes one time for me to get burned

Ain't no fallin on next time I meet a new girl

I can no longer play stupid or be immature

I got every ingredient, all I need is the courage

Like I already got the beat, all I need is the words

Got the urge, suddenly it's a surge

Suddenly a new burst of energy is occured

Time to show these free world leaders the three and a third

I am no longer scared now, I'm free as a bird

Then I turn and cross over the median curb

Hit the burbs and all you see is a blur from 8 Mile Road

[Chorus]

Sweet Home Alabama Freestyle

[Future]

Well Jimmy moved in with his mother

Cuz he ain’t got no place to go

[Eminem]

And I’m now I’m right back in the gutter

With a garbage bag that’s full of clothes

[Future]

Cuz you live at home in a trailer

What the hell u gonna do?

[Eminem]

Cuz I live at home in a trailer

Mom I’m coming home to you

Well my names jimmy and his names Greg Buel

And me him n u went to the same school.

This ain’t cool, I’m in a rage, he tappin my mom

Were almost the same age

On the microphone I drop bombs

Look at this car, thanks a lot mom!

“Here happy birthday rabbit

Here’s a brand new car, u can have it”

Its 1928 delta. this shit wont even get me to the shelter.

And I cant even stand for a motel.

Cause I’m back in the 810 now

Cuz I live at home in a trailer,

Mom I’m commin’ home to you…

8 Miles And Runnin'

[Jay-Z]

Yeah, Renegades is back

Em the B the sick

It's Young, Freeway, 8 Miles, let's go

8 miles and running, got my 7th album droppin'

And my 8th album comin', feedin' a thousand growlin' stomachs

But I can rewind the calendar back, back when it was now or nothin'

People said I would amount to nothin', that I had talent for nothin'

Said I would succumb to violence or be silenced by your gunmen

I could just hear the folks now, "He got what he had coming"

Now that my eighth album's comin' everybody's smilin'

Wantin' something, claimin' that they done something for him

Got their Jay-Z pom poms and their whole uniform

Claimin' they been runnin' and tellin' everybody like Martin Lawerence

'Bout how hot my rap performance was before I was who I was

Claimin' that they threw it up before I threw it up

You what? Where was you before I blew this up?

I didn't see you in the courtroom when everybody was suin' us

I didn't see you in all black when everybody was suitin' up

Back on the block, gettin' it in, there wasn't no you with us

[Chorus: Jay-Z]

8 miles and running, got my 7th album droppin'

And my 8th album comin', feedin' a thousand growlin' stomachs, Free

[Freeway]

6 miles and running, got my fist strip poppin'

And my first album comin', feedin' twenty growlin' stomachs

[Jay-Z]

8 miles and running, got my 7th album droppin'

And my 8th album comin', feedin' a thousand growlin' stomachs, Free

[Freeway]

6 miles and running, got my fist strip poppin'

And my first album comin', feedin' twenty growlin' stomachs

[Freeway]

6 miles and running in the Pontiac

Six thousand eighty six, trans might shift while the engine run

Anyone tell ya rider give me one more chance

Hear them smokers screamin' "One more gram"

So I'ma bring 'em one

Homie, son, and my pop, stick close to my MOMMA

Keep toasters for DRAMA, mix a lot with my son

My son growin' and he learnin' a lot

That's when them toasters will the burners will pop, brain on ya own

Well a nigga, tell 'em niggas

That's like the biblical scripture

Look back, turn assault like the sin is in

Most of ya heartless and self-centered like "Me Shaq and me Shaq"

Set up ya brother cuz you jealous nigga

The heat back, like you never left

I ever rep, cops watch every step

Six miles and running dodgin' every trap

The rap gingerbread man, cheer us up

You precious breath, State P the second attack

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z]

Back when nobody would found he had talent, nobody would sign me

Nobody believed in me, nobody but mommy blindly

But how can she deny me? Me being the youngest runt

To come up outta her tummy, she got nothin' but love for me

When niggas would want me, the industry shunned me

That's why I'm takin' all the industry's money

Revenge is sweet honey, we run this

Young is the illsest, Free is the future

Bean's and Bleek is right now, we can see our 8 miles nigga

[Chorus]

Adrenaline Rush

Get the fuck out motherfucker...

Hey yo...

When I step up in the bar, everybody hit the fucking floor,

Lucky motherfuckers make it to the door,

Cause when I spit on mic's I spit raw,

Which cause confusion from the bar to the dance floor,

I keep the club on the vex,

Cause he gotta pay me when I spit, plus replace alot of shit,

Niggas get a whiling,

When my words echo's the room like, Get your hand out my pocket,

You suck shit when my topics rockin,

I'm banned from clubs 'cause my toxic tonsils,

Loud speaker like a fucking sports announcer,

I spit the baa-haa till you rush the bouncer,

I rush the mutherfucker in your way who's bouncing,

You know old christ get their yak's pronouncin...

Get live motherfucker when I speak motherfucker,

Out your seat motherfucker, I'm a reach motherfuckers

Shady-records till I sleep motherfucker

Obie-Trice nothin but street motherfucker

Tear this bitch up till you bleed motherfucker

I wouldn’t give a fuck who you be motherfucker

Punk, pussy, bitch or G motherfucker

Adrenaline rush before you leave motherfucker

When I speak I blow out your tweeters, a dog,

Show out in speakers roll out with heaters,

I'm just an animal eating the game,

Jumbo monkey, funky and obie's the name,

I rose solo, never been a hoe though,

Keep yak's vocal when cats act loco,

Where you at when I'm moving the crowd,

You get trampled, mashed on detroit style,

Up out your seats, pump out the E's,

Off the beat's the crowd overpleased,

Where my nigga's at smoking them tree's,

Off the cognac, finger fucking the ski's,

That's how it is when you party with me,

You don't like it, you L-7 like a square beat...

Get live motherfucker when I speak motherfucker,

Out your seat motherfucker, I'm a reach motherfucker,

Shady-records till I sleep motherfuckers

Obie-Trice nothin but street motherfucker

Tear this bitch up till you bleed motherfucker

I wouldn’t give a fuck who you be motherfucker

Punk, pussy, bitch or G motherfucker

Adrenaline rush before you leave motherfucker

Yo, yo, since I came I rearrange the place with blaze,

Spays dope with coke-fevers DNA, I'm so addicted,

To gettin nigga's lifted, drunk off a liquid,

Obie Trice the misfit,

Douse'in the crowd with piss and voul's,

We underground motherfucker fix your frown's,

I beat the bore with a wisty tour,

Off a whisky you never been this deep before,

So throw up your hands and peep out your man's

When I come through next quarter trust it in you's,

And trust I'm attackin it,

I cook up the hot shit like Ainsley Harriot

That's why I'm so miraculous,

And hope to get you nigga's pumped up,

I see you next time I see him chump,

That's right, you go through Obie Trice fucked up,

on your knees drop for these...

Get live motherfucker when I speak motherfucker,

Out your seat motherfucker, I'm a reach motherfucker,

Shady-records till I sleep motherfuckers

Obie-Trice nothin but street motherfucker

Tear this bitch up till you bleed motherfucker

I wouldn’t give a fuck who you be motherfucker

Punk, pussy, bitch or G motherfucker

Adrenaline rush before you leave motherfucker

B-Rabbit And Sol (Car Park Battle)

[B-Rabbit](eminem)

Your style is generic

mines authentic made

i roll like a renegade, u need clinic aid

Ma techniques bizarre 'n' ill

I scar 'n' kill

You were a star till i served u like a bar n grill

But i proceed to cook n grill ya

Thats all it took to kill ya

You betta recognise me like i look familiar

If u wanna battle

You beat it round da tush like ya scared ta lick pussy so u eat it round da tush

I need a clown ta push, sum1 that i can bully

Wait a minute, i dnt think u undastand fully

See me without a style is like mustard without the Heinz

I lead the new skool

Youre a Buster without the Rhymes

Ill bust this shit out ya line

[Sol]

Yo im da man chicky

Smokin d lick licky

10 freaky girls inside da chin chicky

Oh when ya see me ya better believe me

This aint a game

and pimpin aint easy

Anything goes when it comes ta hoes

Im d kingpin when it comes ta flowz

Ya betta ask sum1 if u dnt know

when ya see me girls say 'Whaddup Dog!'

Battle

(scratched: "What? You wanna battle ME?")

(scratched: "Yo man, how much money you got?")

(scratched: "What? You wanna battle ME?")

(scratched: "Yo man, how much money you got?")

I used to guzzle 40's, and own a beat up Caddy

Since the hood still love me, I'll turn the heat up daddy

I went from mackin fly honies on the train

to straight relaxin on the beach, countin money gettin brain

Soon as you rappers get a chance you wanna floss a lot

You buy a iced out watch because it cost a lot

Then you in the club, stylin with dough

Profilin with hoes that we boned, a while ago

You rookies haven't done enough laps around the track

You had one hot single, but then your album sounds wack

Son you bore me with your war stories

You ain't even do that shit, so that's just more stories

How you expect us to take you seriously?

The look in my eye punk, has got you scared of me

I'm blastin your sons, I'm snatchin your funds

You catch a royal ass-whoopin, you've been askin for one

(scratched: "I'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game")

"What.. what?" (scratch: "We thorough to the end")

"Yo man.." "You know the drill"

(scratched: "I'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game")

"What.. what?" (scratch: "You wanna battle me?")

"Yo man.." "How much money you got?"

Bitch you don't even know, the half about me

I bring it straight to your chest, ask your staff about me

I'm just a little bit older, plus a whole lot wiser

I might advise ya, or I might pulverize ya

I can visit any city, get respect in the street

While you alone in your room, shook to death of the streets

I'll take a second to speak, I keep my weapon in reach

I ain't talkin romance but you'll get swept off your feet

I keeps a ghetto chick, that loves to blast and she peddle shit

Groupies fake moves, I get her to settle shit

You can't compare to the status right here

Legendary worldwide, we can battle right here

Listen junior, I'ma tear back your wig

This ain't TV but I'll show you what a "Fear Factor" is

Stop grillin me, and all that frontin is killin me

You leave me no choice but to hurt your feelings G

(scratched: "I'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game")

"What.. what?" (scratch: "You wanna battle me?")

"Yo man.." "How much money you got?"

"What.. what?" (scratch: "We thorough to the end")

"Yo man.." "You know the drill"

(scratched: "I'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game")

(scratched: "I'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game")

(scratch: "We thorough to the end")

(scratched: "I'm bout to slap rappers around")

"You know the drill"

(scratch: "We thorough to the end")

(scratched: "I'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game")

"You know the drill"

Broke Is Not Fun

i be talkin this shit like im gonna change the rap game

but these motherfuckers dont even know my name

everyone may think my shit all sounds the same

but forreal if u been thru some of the shit ive been thru

u would act, walk, talk, and think the same way i do

u gotta understand that im tired of having a lack of funds

reaching down into my pockets and pullin out a wad of ones

this world gets more materialistic with every day

and all u hang on every word that i say, so y would i play

im not here to fancy yal out and impress a town

i dont need to worry about that

i got bigger things to worry about now

all im lookin for in this world is a change

to make me feel better im tired of hustlin and bustlin

and strugglin all that shit is getting old and making me cold

Happy

Happy?

isn’t it strange

that the stars don’t shine no more now since you’re gone

isn’t it strange

that we can’t look back and see just what went wrong

i wanna know now where we are,

should i pretend and let things be

and knowing what you’ve done,

could you come face to face with me

isn’t it strange

that you told me one thing and suddenly changed your mind

isn’t it strange

that you’d come here for me turn away and leave me behind

now it feels like i’m drowning,

feels like i’m drowning without you

i know the feeling,

cause i’ve felt this all before

i hope you don’t feel just like me,

i hope you don’t feel just like me

i hope you don’t feel just like me,

i hope you’re happy

isn’t it strange

that the world seems to turn away when i try to explain

why it’s so strange

that two can be as one yet not the same

and it feels like i’m drowning,

feels like i’m drowning without you

i know the feeling,

cause i’ve felt this all before

and it feels like i’m dying,

feels like i’m dying now i know the truth

i hope you don’t feel just like me,

i hope you don’t feel just like me

i hope you don’t feel just like me,

i hope you’re happy

don’t feel just like me,

i hope you don’t feel just like me

i hope you don’t feel just like me,

i hope you’re happy

don’t feel just like me,

i hope you don’t feel just like me

fuck i hope you feel much worse than me,

maybe not so happy

not so happy, yeah,

not so happy, yeah

not so happy,

welcome to my world

not so happy, yeah,

not so happy, yeah

not so happy,

welcome to my world

I Live At Home In A Trailer

[Future]

Well jimmy moved in with his mother

Cuz he ain’t got no place to go

[Eminem]

And I’m now I’m right back in the gutter

With a garbage bag that’s full of clothes

[Future]

Cuz you live at home in a trailer

What the hell u gonna do

[Eminem]

Cuz I live at home in a trailer

Mom I’m coming home to you

Well my names jimmy and his names Greg Buel

And me him n u went to the same school.

This ain’t cool- I’m in a rage- he's tappin my mom-

Were almost the same age

On the microphone I drop bombs

Look at this car, thanks a lot mom!

“Here happy birthday rabbit

Here’s a brand new car, u can have it”

Its 1928 delta. this shit wont even get me to the shelter.

And I cant even stand for a motel.

Cause I’m back in the 810 now

Cuz I live at home in a trailer,

Mom I’m commin’ home to you…

J,O,N,E

I live in a shed with jeans and ben

Who knows what we get up to?

time and time again

I'm such a prick and so proud of it

But my moms husband

Still sneaks out to suck mens dicks

What a stupid prick

He's still getting pissed

i'm supprised he aint in the corner

tokin' on some wizz

My moms last husband john doe

He upt and left

And now he's gone bald

I'm supprised she aint dead

She's so fucked up in the head

I left my sister when she just turned 12

And now we're planning on getting mom

Back into hell

I'v got to save her ass

From the motherfucking past

And not do what my mother had to ask?

My bitch ass girlfriend stacey

Asks way too much of me

What's she trying to do

Motherfucking kill me

I loved her to bits

so now i'v fucking said it

And yet i still aint getting

No shitty fucked up credit

I fucked her last week doggy style

without no greace

And riped her plump white ass cheeks

But now i'v used greace

She has no meat on her cute white cheeks

But now to find my mother

and dig a hole just over 6ft

And cover her ass with rubble and peat

Thats it for this shit

Love john'o and

his dick

xxxx

Lose Yourself

Look, if you had one shot, or one opportunity

To seize everything you ever wanted in one moment

Would you capture it or just let it slip?

His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy

There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti

He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready

To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgettin

What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud

He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out

He's chokin, how everybody's jokin now

The clock's run out, time's up over, plow!

Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravity

Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked

He's so mad, but he won't give up that easy

No he won't have it , he knows his whole back city's ropes

It don't matter, he's dope

He knows that, but he's broke

He's so stacked that he knows

When he goes back to his mobile home, that's when it's

Back to the lab again yo

This old rhapsody

He better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him

[Hook:]

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

You own it, you better never let it go, oh

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, oh

The soul's escaping, through this hole that it's gaping

This world is mine for the taking

Make me king, as we move toward a, new world order

A normal life is borin, but superstardom's close to post mortem

It only grows harder, homie grows hotter

He blows it's all over these hoes is all on him

Coast to coast shows, he's know as the globe-trotter

Lonely roads, God only knows

He's grown farther from home, he's no father

He goes home and barely knows his own daughter

But hold your nose cuz here goes the cold water

these hoes don't want him no mo, he's cold product

They moved on to the next schmoe who flows

He nose dove and sold nada

So the soap opera is told it unfolds

I suppose it's old potna, but the beat goes on

Da da dum da dum da da dum

[Hook]

No more games, I'ma change what you call rage

Tear this mothafuckin roof off like 2 dogs caged

I was playin in the beginnin, the mood all changed

I been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage

But I kept rhymin and stepped, writin the next cypher

Best believe somebody's payin the pied piper

All the pain inside amplified by the fact

That I can't get by with my 9 to 5

And I can't provide the right type of life for my family

Cuz man, these God damn food stamps don't buy diapers

And it's no movie, there's no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life

And these times are so hard and it's getting even harder

Tryin to feed and water my seed, plus teeter-totter

Caught up between bein a father and a prima donna

Baby mama drama's screamin on and

Too much for me to wanna

Stay in one spot, another day of monotony

Has gotten me to the point I'm like a snail

I've got to formulate a plot or end up in jail or shot

Success is my only mothafuckin option, failure's not

Mom, I love you, but this trailer's got to go

I cannot grow old in Salem's lot

So here I go here's my shot.

Feet fail me not this may be the only opportunity that I got

[Hook]

You can do anything you set your mind to, man

Love Me

[Obie Trice]

You don’t see me in the hood

It’s cuz I’m doin this man

[Obie Trice]

Niggaz I’m still grindin’

I’m still hearin’ those sirens

I’m still getting chased by those lights

Only the lights lime, and my mics on

And my time is none

Because I’m writing more

And I aint here to meet a soul in this business

I’m here to eat, speak until these hoes feel this

And I can’t let y’all derail me man

I got young Kobe hommie, you gotta let go of Obie

Cuz Obie be back, we get them craps going on and that giach going on

Soon as a nigga touch down backs from tourin

Cuz whatever put that on the cheddar man

But in the meantime its Jimmy Ivean time

Chase cheese rhyme till my voice give out

This is it my nigga’s, this what we boast about

Now I’m here, so shut your muthafuckin mouth

And show me love bitch

[Chorus]

I just wanna love you, for the rest of my life

I wanna hold you in the morning, hold you through the night

I just wanna love you, for the rest of my life

I wanna hold you in the morning, hold you through the night

[Eminem]

There’s a certain mystique, when I speak

That you notice that’s sorta unique, cause you know its me

My poetries deep and I’m stillmatic, the way I flow to this beat

You can’t sit still, its like trying to smoke crack and go to sleep

I’m strapped, just know in any minute I could snap

I’m the equivalent of what would happen if bush rapped

I bully these rappers so bad, lyrically

It aint even funny, I aint even hungry, it aint even money

You can’t pay me enough, for you to play me, its cock-a-many

You just aint zanney enough, to rock with shady

My noodle is cock-a-doodle, my clock’s coo-coo

I got screws loose, yeah the whole kitten kaboodle

I’m just brutal, its no rumor, I’m numero uno

Assume it, there’s no humor in it

No more you know, I’m rollin with a swollen bowlin’ ball in my bag

You’ll need a fag to come and tear a new hole in my ass

You better love me… bitch

[Chorus]

I just wanna love you, for the rest of my life

I wanna hold you in the morning, hold you through the night

I just wanna love you, for the rest of my life

I wanna hold you in the morning, hold you through the night

[50 Cent]

My boys is crazy in the hood, they holler my name

If it aint about the flow it’s about the stones and the chain

If I was you, id love me too, I roll like a boss

9/11 paws same color as cranberry sauce

I aint gonna front, I thought R. Kelly was your shit

Let me find out he fuckin round with Bow Wow bitch

Niggaz eatin popcorn right, rewindin the tape

Now Shorty, Momma in the precenct, hollerin rape

I’m convinced man, sumtin really wrong with these hoes

I thought Lil’ Kim was hot, till she start fuckin with her nose

Used to listen to Lauren hill, and tap my feet

Then the bitch put out a CD, didn’t have no beat

That boy D’Angelo, he determined not to fail

That nigga went butt-ass for his record to sell

My back shots help Ashanti hit them high notes

Then Big Ben taught Charli B’more to deep throat

Yea…

[Chorus]

I just wanna love you, for the rest of my life

I wanna hold you in the morning, hold you through the night

I just wanna love you, for the rest of my life

I wanna hold you in the morning, hold you through the night

 

Lunch Truck Freestyle

"ok folks, enough with the gay jokes

specially from a gay broke bitch aye lope?

this how i do-do, you been here longer then me

and i get payed more then you do

dogg take a seat

whats this guy standing in line for

he aint got money to eat

check this out

yo yo

this guy cash his whole check and baught 1 ho-ho

fucking homo

little maggot

you cant hack it

pauls gay your a faggot

least he admits it

dont even risk it

this guys starving to death

someone get him a biscuit

i dont know what they told you, mike

you must have dem corn rows rolled to tight

this job you wanna quit but you cant

you worked at this plant so long, your a plant

look at your god damn boots

for christs sakes there startin to grow roots

and this mic you be faded

you look like a pissed off rapper who never made it

and why you fucking with the gay guy G

when really your the 1 whose got the HIV

man im done with this clown

hes soft, fuck it

i'll let home girl finish you off"

Places To Go

yeah

Shady

Aftermath

G Unit

I got places to go, I got people to see,

The penitentiary, ain't the place for me,

I'm warnin you do, not tempt me,

I'll run up and squeeze

And put a hole in you, hole in you

I got places to go, I got people to see,

The penitentiary, ain't the place for me,

I'm warnin you do, not tempt me,

I'll run up and squeeze

And put a hole in you, hole in you

you mistaken me for somebody that you should be testing,

your should be stressin I'm gonna fuckin teach you a lesson,

MAC 101's in session and lace the track that I'm blessin,

smith and wesson's, the weapon, in case you just guessing, (God Damhn)

these straight busters kept-in, kept-in my benz, hop-in the end's,

watch the 22 spin , my hoe's they perfect 10

I got shot up but I got up and i'm back at it again,

motherfuckers they thought I wouldn’t win, pretend to be friends,

at first you fail, try, try, try, try again,

i'm the best don't you get it, forget it, when I spit it, its crazy,

you love it, admit it, you like that I live it, its Shady,

aftermath in your ass bitch, if its not a classic,

When it's dumped we trash it, so I got it mastered,

stop and get your ass kicked, bastered, when measures get drastic,

glock made out of plastic, cock-it aim it blast it, run nigga I'll stash it...

I got places to go, I got people to see,

The penitentiary, ain't the place for me,

I'm warnin you do, not tempt me,

I'll run up and squeeze

And put a hole in you, hole in you

I got places to go, I got people to see,

The penitentiary, ain't the place for me,

I'm warnin you do, not tempt me,

I'll run up and squeeze

And put a hole in you, hole in you

There is a genie in that bottle of that dom Perignon,

I'm a drink till I get to that bitch Em and Dre,

Introduce me to the burbs they gonna listen to my words,

In the hood they feel my shit...

(break-it down!)

Picture a perfect picture, picture me in the paper

Picture me starting shit, picture me busting my gat,

picture police man they aint gotta picture of that,

picture me being broke, picture me smokin a sack,

picture me comin up, picture me rich from rap,

picture me blowin up, now picture me going back,

to my momma basement to live, shit, picture that,

where I'm from its a fact, you gotta watch your back,

you wear a vest without a Gatt, you'se a target jack,

hastle hard, money stack, sell that dope, sell that crack,

sell that pack, sell that gat, sell that pussy, crew are back,

50 Cent, too much spent?, man I'm bent, I'm outta here

I got places to go, I got people to see,

The penitentiary, ain't the place for me,

I'm warnin you do, not tempt me,

I'll run up and squeeze

And put a hole in you, hole in you

I got places to go, I got people to see,

The penitentiary, ain't the place for me,

I'm warnin you do, not tempt me,

I'll run up and squeeze

And put a hole in you, hole in you

Ha-ha

Man I aint going to jail

Not even to visit a nigga

You want to holla at me, you wright me,

Matter a fact, you gotta send it to Sunset Boulevard,

In Montreal,

Ha-ha-ha

riding around in one of Dre's Farrari's nigga,

or matter a fact I might be in Detroit,

riding down 8 Mile road,

you know, for one of them en-joints and shit,

Ha-ha

ya heard, I got place to go man,

you know, Shady/Aftermath,

we finished our print money,

puttin our faces on this motherfuckin bill thug shit,

Ha ha ha ha ha,

aint seem to be doing much...

 

R.A.K.I.M

Ra!

Ra!

Ra!

Ra!

Ra!

Ra!

Ra!

R: Rugged and rough that's how I do it

A: Allah who I praise to the fullest

K: Keep it moving,

I: Stand alone

M: It's my crown, my world, my throne

R: Rugged and rough that's how I do it

A: Allah who I praise to the fullest

K: Keep it moving,

I: Stand alone

M: It's my crown, my world, my throne

Aiyyo when Rakim Allah attack, it's a wrap y'all relax

The arm in that, you show me where the party's at

Seminars and tracks, hors, comas, and cardiacs

Broads and cats screaming "Oh my God he's back"

Just imagine, I hit the lab and get it crackin'

A thousand styles in one verse, rhythms will switch patterns

Chicks get stabbed in the back, till they get spasms

Known to spit a magnum, or split an atom

Who woulda known that Jesus would come back to the ghetto

On that level, and that thorough, like a black hero

And pack metal, so rap rebels, will back pedal

The pharaoh of five boroughs, and take over the rap world

Gettin' bizarre, hardcore, this is for y'all

The crib or the park, play it when you get in the car

Chill at the bar, sip somethin' or split a cigar

Get with your dogs, don't be alarmed, this kid is the bomb

R: Rugged and rough that's how I do it

A: Allah who I praise to the fullest

K: Keep it moving,

I: Stand alone

M: It's my crown, my world, my throne

R: Rugged and rough that's how I do it

A: Allah who I praise to the fullest

K: Keep it moving,

I: Stand alone

M: It's my crown, my world, my throne

Uh, yeah yo, I used to paint this flow, on ancient scrolls

And learn ta, make this dough, where gangstas roll

Think like the late great Capone when the bank is closed

It's cats that claim they bold, but they ain't this cold

I'm from New York City even pretty chicks act up

Niggas get clapped up, you stack up, they stick that up

Put the strap up, you think my name was "Kid back up"

Big niggas (spittin' noise) pick that up, or lift that up

Raised by gangstas and gamblers, hustlers, con artists

And convicts, killers and dons

Drug dealers, playas and pimps, smooth talkers

Stick up kids, thugs, real niggas and gods

Haunted by every soul that lay dead in the turf

Close by every spirit, that never made it to birth

Since the Moon separated from Earth

That's why they say I'm the greatest that ever orchestrated a verse

It's the

R: Rugged and rough that's how I do it

A: Allah who I praise to the fullest

K: Keep it moving,

I: Stand alone

M: It's my crown, my world, my throne

R: Rugged and rough that's how I do it

A: Allah who I praise to the fullest

K: Keep it moving,

I: Stand alone

M: It's my crown, my world, my throne

[Verse 3]

Ay yo, we toast to that, it's the cat that broke backs

To a soul slap, a smoke a track, how dope is that

Poet for rap, wrote backs that most slack,

That know rap before they turned coke to crack

To my dogs hearin' sirens on and firearms

Outcome die in wars or behind iron bars

The boulevard, tire frauds when I evolve

Try and rob, my dialogue, I am God

Chicks moan just to get next to my throne

And sniff my cologne and get Ra alone

Sex spot's at home, I'm testosterone

Caress spots, stress drops, bedrock's the bone

Hit the floor, it's hot for 2003

Hit's galore, who rock a style as wild as me

Rest assure, when I rock dance crowds and scream

Bis-Mi-Allah A-Rahman A-Rahim it's the

R: Rugged and rough that's how I do it

A: Allah who I praise to the fullest

K: Keep it moving,

I: Stand alone

M: It's my crown, my world, my throne

R: Rugged and rough that's how I do it

A: Allah who I praise to the fullest

K: Keep it moving,

I: Stand alone

M: It's my crown, my world, my throne

R: Rugged and rough that's how I do it

A: Allah who I praise to the fullest

K: Keep it moving,

I: Stand alone

M: It's my crown, my world, my throne

R: Rugged and rough that's how I do it

A: Allah who I praise to the fullest

K: Keep it moving,

I: Stand alone

M: It's my crown, my world, my throne

R: Rugged and rough that's how I do it

A: Allah who I praise to the fullest

K: Keep it moving,

I: Stand alone

M: It's my crown, my world, my throne

R: Rugged and rough that's how I do it

A: Allah who I praise to the fullest

K: Keep it moving,

I: Stand alone

M: It's my crown, my world, my throne

 

Rabbit Vs. Papa Doc

[Rabbit]

Now everybody from the 313,

put your mother-fuckin hands up and follow me,

everybody from the 313 put your mother-fuckin hands up.

Look, look,

Now while he stands tough,

notice that this man did not have his hands up.

The Free World got you gassed up

but whos afraid of the big bad woof?

1, 2, 3 and to the 4

1pac, 2pac, 3pac, 4,

4pac, 3pac, 2pac, 1,

You're pac, he's pac, you're pac, none.

This guy aint a mother-fuckin MC,

I know everything he's got to say against me,

I am white, I am a fuckin bum, I do live in a trailer with my mom,

My boy future is an uncle tom.

I do got a dumb friend named Cheddar Bob who shoots

himself in the leg with his own gun,

I did get jumped by all 6 of you chumps

and Wink did fuck my girl,

I'm still standin here screamin "FUCK THE FREE WORLD!"

And never try and judge me dude

You don't know what the fuck i've been through.

But I know something about you,

You went to Cranbrook, thats a private school,

Whats the matter dawg you embarrased?

This guys a gangster?

His real name's Clearance.

And Clearance lives at home with both parents,

And Clearance's parents have a real good marriage,

this guy dont wanna battle, hes shook,

cuz ain't no such things as halfway crooks,

He's scared to death,

He's scared to look in his fuckin yearbook, fuck Cranbrook.

Fuck the beat I go accapella,

fuck a papa doc, fuck a clock, fuck a trailer, fuck everybody,

fuck y'all if you doubt me,

I'm a piece of fuckin white trash i say it proudly,

and fuck this battle i dont wanna win im audi,

here tell these people something they dont know about me.

 Rap Game

[Bizarre]

`The Rap Game`

Hip-hop 1-0-1

The hardest 9 to 5 you will ever have

You can’t learn this shit in no history-book

You ready to rap mothafucker?

You ready to sell your soul… gheh-gheh-gheh

`The Rap Game` ...motherfucker

[Swifty]

I’m a disruptive nigger

You made me crazy

You should a slayed me as a baby

Behavin shadier than Wes Craven

And you aint even gotta pay me

I take pleasure of layin a nigga down daily

You face me drunk of sober

You’ll faint fast

I’m never fucked up to where I can’t whoop your ass

Your neck will get snapped wit bear hands fuck music

Is he rappin is cool but fool don’t confuse it

What happens these dudes get rude and then I lose it

Im scantlas

I blow your two kids off the atlas

With a gat that’s bigger

Then Godzilla’s back nigga

You are not real and in fact

Your fruity effect of a crack dealer

Yall president sends me smack

Den got a mack 10 wit it

So I aint gotta rap

But im thankful for that

dont mistaken me black

Or u be stankin in back of a fuckin caddillac

[Eminem]

I’ma get snuffed

Cause I aint said enough to pipe down

I pipe down when the white house is whipped out

when I see that lil Cheney dyke get snipped out

lights out bitch adios goodnight

now put that in your lil pipe and bite down

think for a minute cause the hype has died down

that I wont go up in the oval office right now

and flip whatever ain’t tied down upside down

I’m all for America, fuck the government

tell that C. Doloris Tucker slut to suck a dick

mutha fucker duck what the fuck son of a bitch

take away my gun and I’m a tuck some other shit

cant tell me shit about the tricks of this trade

switch blade with a lil switch to switch blades

switch from a 6 to a 16 inch blade

shits like a samurai sword a sensei

shit just don’t change to this day

im this way still till I utslay itchbay

ucksay my ickday

scuse my igpay atinlay

but uckfay a igpay

[50 Cent]

this rap game

this rap game

I aint sellin my soul for this rap game

I aint digging a whole for this rap game

but im telling ya no it aint happ-ning

this rap game

this rap game

I aint sellin my soul for this rap game

I aint digging a whole for this rap game

this rap game

this rap game

[Kon Artis]

i bet you rather me

drink n drown in my own eniquity

but fuck that ima rap till u all get sick of me

and clutch my nut sack and spit on who pick on me

im hittin a rock next fuck a dogg who sickin me

im sayin you mutha fuckers dont know and quit playin

if im broke then im brakin open the place where you layin

you know, same shit every nigga done in his life

i lived it thats why i speak on what i want when i write

so why... should i... ever fear another man

if he bleed like i bleed take a piss an he stand

ok, you win... you can say we cant rap

but no source never mean we aint buyin on what they say is wack

[Kuniva]

i walk in the party and just start bustin

right after i hear the last verse of "Self Destruction"

this liquor make me wanna blast the chrome

to let you know that time without more is getting jerome

im low down and shifty, quickly called swifty

to do a drive by on a 10-speed with "50"

you feelin lucky? squeeze

i catch you outside of chucky cheese

well just see, who be an unlucky G

my life style is unstable, a partyin attic

they said no fighting in the club so i brought me a matic

coughin estatic, I jump niggas call me a rabbit

popin a tablet, and guns that saw you in half

[50 cent]

beleive me

we run this rap shit fo shizzie

make makin millions look easy

every where ya turn you see me

you hear me

believe me

for ya see my pistol in 3-D

no time to call a peace treaty

dial 9-1-1 cause u need de

police to help you believe me

[Proof]

i snatch the tounge from the sidewalk and piss on the curb

this is absurb

these street niggas twistin my words

we finally could

say goodbye to hollywood

cause proof an shaun

share nuttin in common

the nastyest band

with gats in each hand

we never bomb down to be a flash and a pan

no remorse

fuck you stature dog

nuttin to do wit hands when i clap at yall

put ya jaw on the ground

wit the 4 and a pound

im goin out of town

for the long come around

so we can battle wit raps

so we can battle wit gats

matter fact we can battle wit plaques

[50 Cent]

this rap game

[Bizarre]

im too fuckin retarded

i dont give a fuck about my dick

thats why im dating Loraina Bobbet

my crew had an argument

who was the largest

now they all is dead

and im rolling as a solo artist

plus i made all the beats and wrote all the raps

well i really didnt

but i did according to this contract

i was stoned in the snow

wit no where to go

freezin 20 below

forced to join Bell Biv DeVoe

my little girl she shouldnt be listening to these lyrics

thats why i glued the headphones to her ear to make sure she hear it

if rap dont work, im starting a group wit garth brooks (hahhaha)

50 sing the hook

[50 Cent]

this rap game

this rap game

I aint sellin my soul for this rap game

I aint digging a whole for this rap game

And im telling ya no it aint happ-ning

this rap game

this rap game

I aint sellin my soul for this rap game

I aint digging a whole for this rap game

this rap game

this rap game

Run Rabbit Run

some days I just wanna up and call it quits

I feel like i'm surrounded by a wall of bricks

everytime I go to get up I just fall in piss

my life's like one great big ball of shit

if I could just put it all in to all I spit

instead I always try to swallow it

instead of staring at this wall and shit

while I sit writers block sick of all this shit

can't call it shit, all I know is i'll hit the wall

if I have to see another one of mom's alcoholic fits

this is it, last straw, that's all, that's it

I ain't dealing with another fucking politic

i'm like a skillet bubblin till it filters up

i'm about to kill it, I can feel it building up

blow this building up, i've concealed enough

my cup run'ith over i've done and filled it up,

the pen explodes and busts, ink spills my guts

you think all I do is stand here and feel my nuts,

well i'm a show you what, you gonna feel my rush

you dont feel it then it must be to real to touch

Bill the dutch, i'm about to tear shit up

goosebumps, yeah i'ma make your hair sit up

yeah sit up, i'm a tell you who I be

i'ma make you hate me cause you aint me

you aint, it aint to late to finally see

what you close minded fucks were to blind to see

whoever find me, is gonna get a finders fee

out this world and aint no one out their mind as me

you need peace of mind, well here's a piece of mine

all I need's a line but sometimes

I dont always find the words to rhyme

to express how i'm really feeling at that time

yeah sometimes, sometimes, sometimes

just sometimes, its always me

how dark can these hallways be

the clock stikes midnight, 1, 2, then half past 3

this half ass rhyme with this half ass piece of paper

i'm desperate at my desk if I could just get the rest

of this shit off my chest, again, stuck in this slump

cant think of nothing, fuck i'm stumped

but wait here comes something

nope, its not good enough, scribble it out

new pad, crinkle it up and throw that shit out

i'm fizzling now thought I had figured it out

ball's in my court but i'm scared to dribble it out

i'm afraid, but why am I afraid, why am I a slave to this trade

sign that i'll spit to the grave, real enough to rile you up

want me to flip it I can rip it any style you want

i'm a switch hitter, bitch, jimmy smith aint a quitter

i'm a sit here till I get enough

for me to finally hit a fucking boiling point

put some oil in your joints

flip the coin bitch come get destroyed

an MC's worst dream I make 'em tense

they hate me, see me and shake like a chain linked fence

by the looks of 'em you would swear jaws was commin'

by the scream of 'em you would swear i'm sawing someone

by the way they running you would swear the law was commin

its now or never and tonight it's all or nothing

momma, jimmy keep leaving on us, he said he'd be back

he pinky promised, I dont think he's honest

I'll be back baby I just gotta beat this clock

fuck this clock, i'ma make 'em eat this watch

dont believe me watch, i'm a win this race

and i'm a come back and rub my shit in your face

bitch, I found my nitch, you gonna hear my voice

till you sick of it you aint gonna have a choice

if I gotta scream till I have half a lung

if I have half a chance I grab it, rabbit run...

Spitshine

I'm a clean this whole shit out like climax,

with words put together better then sony electronics,

king of the jungle, humbly stay honest,

eat with the lions, swim with piranhas,

gasoline the scene, strike the match,

inferno, I'm to thru nigga, so stand back,

I spit shine, get mine and rip rhyme

and make my career take a incline,

I'm strick with knives, straight with razors,

good with grenades and great with gadges, (yeah)

been around the world on a million stages,

watch niggas bitch up and go through changes,

I had guns before thugs was in fashion,

I mashed out before niggas knew mashin,

I knew terror before the plane started crashin,

I got punch lines and niggas aint laughin...

I'm gon’ be here after the smoke die down,

Insomnia style I won't lie down,

fight the good fight don't need no help,

keep your hands up defend yourself,

move like I move and live life long ,

can't move up if your heart's not strong,

get your own shit cause this shit's mine,

every time I spit, I shine

cock-sucker I preach what I practise,

back shit up, wrap this, rap shit up,

still actin up, get found in the trunk of an Acura,

yall suck like jail in dracula,

X turn up the heat, increase the hatred,

straight stone face don't fuck with gay shit,

so i guess that means I cant fuck with you now,

drew down, let off, facate to new town,

you feel like bishop, induced now,

gotta flame thrower that will burn

great holes till you goose down, (yeah)

rough sound, same strong background,

bent on black the big boys playin tips down,

my whole train of thought is the party,

any motherfucker with problems and not get caught,

I was blessed with life but I curse to death,

I'm a spit till my very last breath...

FUCK Y’ALL!

I'm gon’ be here after the smoke die down,

Insomnia style I won't lie down,

fight the good fight don't need no help,

keep your hands up defend yourself,

move like I move and live life long ,

can't move up if your heart's not strong,

get your own shit cause this shit's mine,

every time I spit, I shine

Let me get a three second look, I hit a million dollar target,

You ain't came up yet well nigga' let me show ya, (aaaa)

Come across dope like planes and boats,

Like baloons filled with coke, down a mexican's throat,

you ever seen a man get smoked and shit on himself,

the body shake for a second, then it can't stop a second,

the evidence are the weapon and the people involved,

let one nigga talk, everybody gettin caught, for sure,

I say that, to say this,

if you cant handle the time then ride the beach,

might as well touch your tail and jump the fence,

castrate yourself expose the bitch,

X go head up, the fuck never ran from it,

I got engadged with buck shots that you can't stomach,

You ain't a killer you a album filler,

You ain't a soldier you a rap premoter,

Game over...

I'm gon’ be here after the smoke die down,

Insomnia style I won't lie down,

fight the good fight don't need no help,

keep your hands up defend yourself,

move like I move and live life long ,

can't move up if your hearts not strong,

get your own shit cause this shit's mine,

every time I spit, I shine

Wanksta

It's 50 a.k.a Farrari

F 50

break it down

I got alot of loving to do before i die

And i aint got time to waste

Lets make it

you said you a gansta

But you neva pop nuthin

You said you a wanksta

And you need to stop frontin

You ain'ta friend of mine, (huh)

You ain't a kin of mine, (nah)

What makes you think Ima run up on you wit the nine

We do this all the time

Right now we on the grind

So hurry up and cop and we go selling nicks and dimes

Shorty she so fine

I gotta make her mine

A ass like that gotta be one of a kind

I Crush em' every time

Push em' with every line

I'M fuckin wit they mind

I make em' press rewind

They know they can't shine if i'm around the rhyme

land on paroal since 94 cause I commit the crime

I send you my line, I did it 3 to 9

The D's ran up in my crib

You know who droppin dimes

You said you a gangsta

but you neva pop nothin

You said you a wanksta

and you need to stop frontin

You go to to the dealership

but you neva cop nothin

You been hustling a long time

and you ain't got nothin

You said you a gangsta

but you neva pop nothin

You said you a wanksta

and you need to stop frontin

You go to to the dealership

but you neva cop nothin

You been hustling a long time

and you ain't got nothin

Damn Homie, In highschool you was the man homie

What the fuck happened to you

i got the sickest vendeta when it come to the cheddar

And if you play with my paper, you gonna meet my berreta

Now shorty think Ima sweat her, sippin on a merada

I'm livin once then deta, i know i could do beta

She look good but i know she after my cheddar

She tryna get in my pockets

Homie and i ain't gon' lett her

Be easy, start some bullshit

you get your whole crew wet

We in the club doin the same ol' two step

Gorilla unit cause they say we bugged out

cause we don't go nowhere without toast we thugged out

You said you a gangsta

but you neva pop nothin

You said you a wanksta

and you need to stop frontin

You go to to the dealership

but you neva cop nothin

You been hustling a long time

and you ain't got nothin

You said you a gangsta

but you neva pop nothin

You said you a wanksta

and you need to stop frontin

You go to to the dealership

but you neva cop nothin

You been hustling a long time

and you ain't got nothin

Me I'm no mobster

Me I'm no ganster

Me I'm no hitman, me i'm just me, me

Me I’m no wankster

Me I'm no actor

But It's me you see on your t.v

cause i hustle baby

This rap shit is so easy

I'm getting what you get for a brick to talk greasy

By any means, partner, i got to eat on these streets

If you play me close, for sure I'm gonna pop me heat

Niggas sayin they going murder 50 how

We ridin roung with guns the size of Little Bow Wow

What you know about a.k and a.r's 15

Equipped, with night vision, shell catchers and them things, huh

You said you a gangsta

but you neva pop nothin

You said you a wanksta

and you need to stop frontin

You go to to the dealership

but you neva cop nothin

You been hustling a long time

and you ain't got nothin

You said you a gangsta

but you neva pop nothin

You said you a wanksta

and you need to stop frontin

You go to to the dealership

but you neva cop nothin

You been hustling a long time

and you ain't got nothin

Wasting My Time/Boomkat

I don't think you understand

That what you're doing is not so cool

You think it's funny to mess with my mind

Don't you…

You know I like you so you just tease me

You give me just enough to hang on enough

When you're just wasting my time

You're simply wasting my time

So quit wasting my time

Do you hear me when I say

So let me ask you something

Do you think I'm pretty or don't you

Do you wanna get with me or not and how

Or are you just wasting my time

You're simply wasting my time

So quit wasting my time

And what would you've got to say

Well things have got to change

See this just isn't right

I don't wanna have to fight

And I think I'd better go

Cause this ain't working out any more

and I'm sorry, sorry, sorry

Understand

That what you did

Was just not so cool

Baby, you're just not that cool

Wasting My Time

I don't think you understand

That what you're doing is not so cool

You think it's funny to mess with my mind

Don't you...

You know I like you so you just tease me

You give me just enough to hang on enough

When you're just wasting my time

You're simply wasting my time

So quit wasting my time

Do you hear me when I say

So let me ask you something

Do you think I'm pretty or don't you

Do you wanna get with me or not and now...

Are you just wasting my time

You're simply wasting my time

So quit wasting my time

And what have you got to say

Well things have got to change

See this just isn't right

I don't wanna have to fight

And I think I'd better go

Cause this ain't working out any more

and I'm sorry, sorry, sorry

(oh, oh, ohhhh)

Understand

That what you did

Was just not so cool

Baby, you're just not that cool

 

 

 

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