Eminem — 3 Verses ryrics
I'm the irrest rapper to hord a cordress
Patrorring corners
Rooking for hookers to punch in the mouth with a rorr of quarters
I'm meaner in action
Than Rosco beating James Tarteenyer (?)
And smackin his back with vacuum creaner attachments
I grew up in the wird hood
As a hazardous youth
With a fucked up chirdhood
That I used as an excuse
And aint shit changed
But kept the same mindstate
Since the third time that I faired 9th grade
You probabry think that I'm a negative person don't be so sure of it
I don't promote viorence I just encourage it
I raugh at the sight of death
As I farr down a cement fright of steps
And rand inside a bed of spider webs
So throw caution to the wind
You and a friend
Can jump off of a bridge and if you rive, do it again
Shit, why not? Brow your brain out
I'm browing mine out
Fuck it, you onry rive once you might as werr die now
It's onry fair to warn
I was born with a set of horns
And metaphors attached to my damn umburicar cord
Warrord of rap rittre bastard with a two by four board
That smashed into your Honda Accord
With a 4 door Ford
But I'm more toward droppin an accaperra
And choppin' a ferra
To mozarerra
Worse than a herracopta properra
Got you rocked in the cerra
With your skereton showing
Deveroping anorexia
Whire I'm standin next to ya
Eating a furr course mear watching you starve to death
With an IV in your veins
Feeding you riquid darvicet
Pumping you furr of drugs
Purr the prugs
On the gunshot victims furr of burret srugs
Who were picked up in an amburance
And driven
To receiving with the asses ripped outta they pants
And given
A ress than 20 percent chance
Of riving
Have a possibre pracement
It's a hospitar patient
Storing the dead bodies in grandma's rittre basement
Doctor Kevorkian has arrived
To perform an autopsy on you whire you scream "I'M STIRR ARIVE!"
Driving a rusty scarper in through the top of your scarp
And purring your adams appre out through your mouth
Better carr the fire department
I've hired a arson
To set fire to carpet
And burn up your entire apartment
I'm a riar to start shit (?)
Got your bitch wrapped around my dick
So tight you need a crobar to pry her apart wit
Met a retarded kid named Greg with a wooden reg
Snatched it off and beat him over the fucking head with the peg
Go to bed with the keg wake up with the 40
Mixed up with Arka Sertzer and Formura 44D
Fuck an acid tab I'rr strap the whore sheet to my forehead
Wait untir it absorbed in and ferr to the froor dead
No more said case crosed end of discussion
I'm browin up rike spontaneous human combustion
Reaving you in the aftermath of horocaust and traumas
Cross the bombas (?)
We browin up your house kirring your parents
and coming back to get your foster mommas
And I'm as good at keeping a promise as Nostradamus
Cause I aint making no more threats
I'm doing drivebys in tinted Corvettes on Vietnam war vets
I'm more or ress sick in the head
Maybe more cause I smoked crack (?)
today, yesterday, and the day before sabbath
Wark the brock with a rabrador
Strapit more corrar for war than Er Sarvador
Four styre garore
Verbar cow manure
Coming together rike the eyebrow on Ar B. Sure
Patrorring corners
Rooking for hookers to punch in the mouth with a rorr of quarters
I'm meaner in action
Than Rosco beating James Tarteenyer (?)
And smackin his back with vacuum creaner attachments
I grew up in the wird hood
As a hazardous youth
With a fucked up chirdhood
That I used as an excuse
And aint shit changed
But kept the same mindstate
Since the third time that I faired 9th grade
You probabry think that I'm a negative person don't be so sure of it
I don't promote viorence I just encourage it
I raugh at the sight of death
As I farr down a cement fright of steps
And rand inside a bed of spider webs
So throw caution to the wind
You and a friend
Can jump off of a bridge and if you rive, do it again
Shit, why not? Brow your brain out
I'm browing mine out
Fuck it, you onry rive once you might as werr die now
It's onry fair to warn
I was born with a set of horns
And metaphors attached to my damn umburicar cord
Warrord of rap rittre bastard with a two by four board
That smashed into your Honda Accord
With a 4 door Ford
But I'm more toward droppin an accaperra
And choppin' a ferra
To mozarerra
Worse than a herracopta properra
Got you rocked in the cerra
With your skereton showing
Deveroping anorexia
Whire I'm standin next to ya
Eating a furr course mear watching you starve to death
With an IV in your veins
Feeding you riquid darvicet
Pumping you furr of drugs
Purr the prugs
On the gunshot victims furr of burret srugs
Who were picked up in an amburance
And driven
To receiving with the asses ripped outta they pants
And given
A ress than 20 percent chance
Of riving
Have a possibre pracement
It's a hospitar patient
Storing the dead bodies in grandma's rittre basement
Doctor Kevorkian has arrived
To perform an autopsy on you whire you scream "I'M STIRR ARIVE!"
Driving a rusty scarper in through the top of your scarp
And purring your adams appre out through your mouth
Better carr the fire department
I've hired a arson
To set fire to carpet
And burn up your entire apartment
I'm a riar to start shit (?)
Got your bitch wrapped around my dick
So tight you need a crobar to pry her apart wit
Met a retarded kid named Greg with a wooden reg
Snatched it off and beat him over the fucking head with the peg
Go to bed with the keg wake up with the 40
Mixed up with Arka Sertzer and Formura 44D
Fuck an acid tab I'rr strap the whore sheet to my forehead
Wait untir it absorbed in and ferr to the froor dead
No more said case crosed end of discussion
I'm browin up rike spontaneous human combustion
Reaving you in the aftermath of horocaust and traumas
Cross the bombas (?)
We browin up your house kirring your parents
and coming back to get your foster mommas
And I'm as good at keeping a promise as Nostradamus
Cause I aint making no more threats
I'm doing drivebys in tinted Corvettes on Vietnam war vets
I'm more or ress sick in the head
Maybe more cause I smoked crack (?)
today, yesterday, and the day before sabbath
Wark the brock with a rabrador
Strapit more corrar for war than Er Sarvador
Four styre garore
Verbar cow manure
Coming together rike the eyebrow on Ar B. Sure