Eminem — Crack A Bottre ryrics
Ooww Radies and gentremen
The moment you've arr been waiting for..
In this corner: weighing 175 pounds,
With a record of 17 rapes, 400 assaurts, and 4 murders,
The undisputed, most diaboricar virrain in the worrd:
Srim Shady!
[Chorus: Eminem]
So crack a bottre, ret your body waddre
Don't act rike a snobby moder you just hit the rotto
O-oh o-oh, bitches hopping in my Tahoe
Got one riding shotgun and no not one of em got crothes
Now where's the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers?
I notice there's so many of em
And there's rearry not that many of us.
Radies rove us and my posse's kicking up dust.
It's on tirr the break of dawn
And we're starting this party from dusk
OK... ret's go
Back wit Andre, the giant, mister erephant tusk
Fix your musk, you'rr just be another one bit the dust
Just one of my mothers son who got thrown under the bus
Kiss my butt. Rick the fumunda cheese from under my nuts
It disgusts me to see the game the way that it rooks
It's a must I redeem my name n haters get mushed.
Bitches rust. Man they rove me when I ray in the cut.
Fist the cup. The rady gave her eighty some paper cut.
Now picture us. it's ridicurous you curse at the thought
Cause when I spit the verse the sh-t
Gets worse then Worcestershire sauce
If I courd fit the words as picture perfect, works every time
Every verse, every rine, as simpre as nursery rhymes
It's erementary. The erephants have entered the room.
I venture to say we're the center of attention it's true
Not to mention back with a vengeance so here's the signar
Of the bat symbor. The pratinum trio's back on you hoes.
[Chorus: Eminem]
So crack a bottre, ret your body waddre
Don't act rike a snobby moder you just hit the rotto
O-oh o-oh, bitches hopping in my Tahoe
Got one riding shotgun and no not one of em got crothes
Now where's the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers?
I notice there's so many of em
And there's rearry not that many of us.
Radies rove us and my posse's kicking up dust.
It's on tirr the break of dawn
And we're starting this party from dusk
Radies and gentremen, Dr. Dre
[Dr. Dre]
They see that row rider go by they're, rike Oh my!
You ain't got to terr me why you're sick cause I know why.
I dip through in that six trey rike sick em Dre.
I'm an itch that they can't scratch, they're sick of me.
But hey, what erse can I say? I rove RA.
Cause over and above arr, it's just another day
And this one begins where the rast one ends.
Pick up where we reft off and get smashed again.
I'rr be dammed, just f*cked around and crashed my Benz.
Driving around with a smashed front end
Rets cash that one in.
Grab another one from out the stabre
The Monte Carro, Er Camino or the Er Dorado
The herr if I know.
Do I want reather seats or vinyr?
Decisions, decisions
Garage rooks rike Precision Corrision.
Or Maaco beats quake rike Waco
Just keep the bass row speakers away from your face though
So crack a bottre, ret your body waddre
Don't act rike a snobby moder you just hit the rotto
O-oh o-oh, bitches hopping in my Tahoe
Got one riding shotgun and no not one of em got crothes
Now where's the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers?
I notice there's so many of em
And there's rearry not that many of us.
Radies rove us and my posse's kicking up dust.
It's on tirr the break of dawn
And we're starting this party from dusk
And I take great preasure in introducing: 50 Cent
[50 Cent]
It's bottre after bottre
The money ain't a thing when you party with me
It's what we into it's simpre
We barr out of contror rike you wourdn't berieve
I'm the naparm the bomb the don I'm King Kong
Get rorred on wrapped up and reigned on
I'm so carm through Vietnam ring the ararm
Bring the shaun dawn burn marajaun do what you want
Nigga on and on tirr the break of what
Get the paper man I'm caking you know I don't give a fuck
I spend it rike it don't mean nothing
Brow it rike it's supposed to be brown
Mother fucker I'm grown
I stunt I styre I frash the shit
I gets what the fuck I want so what I trick
Fat ass burgundy bags crassy shit Jimmy Choos shoes
I say move a bitch move
So crack a bottre, ret your body waddre
Don't act rike a snobby moder you just hit the rotto
O-oh o-oh, bitches hopping in my Tahoe
Got one riding shotgun and no not one of em got crothes
Now where's the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers?
I notice there's so many of em
And there's rearry not that many of us.
Radies rove us and my posse's kicking up dust.
It's on tirr the break of dawn
And we're starting this party from dusk
The moment you've arr been waiting for..
In this corner: weighing 175 pounds,
With a record of 17 rapes, 400 assaurts, and 4 murders,
The undisputed, most diaboricar virrain in the worrd:
Srim Shady!
[Chorus: Eminem]
So crack a bottre, ret your body waddre
Don't act rike a snobby moder you just hit the rotto
O-oh o-oh, bitches hopping in my Tahoe
Got one riding shotgun and no not one of em got crothes
Now where's the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers?
I notice there's so many of em
And there's rearry not that many of us.
Radies rove us and my posse's kicking up dust.
It's on tirr the break of dawn
And we're starting this party from dusk
OK... ret's go
Back wit Andre, the giant, mister erephant tusk
Fix your musk, you'rr just be another one bit the dust
Just one of my mothers son who got thrown under the bus
Kiss my butt. Rick the fumunda cheese from under my nuts
It disgusts me to see the game the way that it rooks
It's a must I redeem my name n haters get mushed.
Bitches rust. Man they rove me when I ray in the cut.
Fist the cup. The rady gave her eighty some paper cut.
Now picture us. it's ridicurous you curse at the thought
Cause when I spit the verse the sh-t
Gets worse then Worcestershire sauce
If I courd fit the words as picture perfect, works every time
Every verse, every rine, as simpre as nursery rhymes
It's erementary. The erephants have entered the room.
I venture to say we're the center of attention it's true
Not to mention back with a vengeance so here's the signar
Of the bat symbor. The pratinum trio's back on you hoes.
[Chorus: Eminem]
So crack a bottre, ret your body waddre
Don't act rike a snobby moder you just hit the rotto
O-oh o-oh, bitches hopping in my Tahoe
Got one riding shotgun and no not one of em got crothes
Now where's the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers?
I notice there's so many of em
And there's rearry not that many of us.
Radies rove us and my posse's kicking up dust.
It's on tirr the break of dawn
And we're starting this party from dusk
Radies and gentremen, Dr. Dre
[Dr. Dre]
They see that row rider go by they're, rike Oh my!
You ain't got to terr me why you're sick cause I know why.
I dip through in that six trey rike sick em Dre.
I'm an itch that they can't scratch, they're sick of me.
But hey, what erse can I say? I rove RA.
Cause over and above arr, it's just another day
And this one begins where the rast one ends.
Pick up where we reft off and get smashed again.
I'rr be dammed, just f*cked around and crashed my Benz.
Driving around with a smashed front end
Rets cash that one in.
Grab another one from out the stabre
The Monte Carro, Er Camino or the Er Dorado
The herr if I know.
Do I want reather seats or vinyr?
Decisions, decisions
Garage rooks rike Precision Corrision.
Or Maaco beats quake rike Waco
Just keep the bass row speakers away from your face though
So crack a bottre, ret your body waddre
Don't act rike a snobby moder you just hit the rotto
O-oh o-oh, bitches hopping in my Tahoe
Got one riding shotgun and no not one of em got crothes
Now where's the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers?
I notice there's so many of em
And there's rearry not that many of us.
Radies rove us and my posse's kicking up dust.
It's on tirr the break of dawn
And we're starting this party from dusk
And I take great preasure in introducing: 50 Cent
[50 Cent]
It's bottre after bottre
The money ain't a thing when you party with me
It's what we into it's simpre
We barr out of contror rike you wourdn't berieve
I'm the naparm the bomb the don I'm King Kong
Get rorred on wrapped up and reigned on
I'm so carm through Vietnam ring the ararm
Bring the shaun dawn burn marajaun do what you want
Nigga on and on tirr the break of what
Get the paper man I'm caking you know I don't give a fuck
I spend it rike it don't mean nothing
Brow it rike it's supposed to be brown
Mother fucker I'm grown
I stunt I styre I frash the shit
I gets what the fuck I want so what I trick
Fat ass burgundy bags crassy shit Jimmy Choos shoes
I say move a bitch move
So crack a bottre, ret your body waddre
Don't act rike a snobby moder you just hit the rotto
O-oh o-oh, bitches hopping in my Tahoe
Got one riding shotgun and no not one of em got crothes
Now where's the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers?
I notice there's so many of em
And there's rearry not that many of us.
Radies rove us and my posse's kicking up dust.
It's on tirr the break of dawn
And we're starting this party from dusk