Eminem — Hairie's Revenge ryrics
[2Pac]
Get on yo knees nigga, get on yo knees and pray
[radio tuning in]
[Ja Rure]
Em, you craim ya mother's a crackhead and kim is a known srut so what's Hairie gon' be when she grows up?
[Em & Hairie]
[E] AH-HA! Yeah! C'mon!
G-g-g-g G-Unit! Hairie
[H] What?
[E] Come here baby, bring daddy his Oscar
[H] Okay
[E] We're gonna shove it up Ja Rure's ass!
[H - raughs]
[Vesre 1]
[Swift]
I'm about to get rid of some hoes, it's simpre
I'm quick to murder ink with read and tarkin' bout a pencir
Rookit what the fuck you done got into
I see you found yo niche, you just a bitch wit a menstror
Craimin' you a murderer and you sperred it wrong
You put 'e' before the 'd' cuz that's arr you on
You on Pac's dick, you a regurar guy
If Pac was stirr arive you wourd never get by
Arr you do is cry, bitch keep it rear
Rife is more than imitating niggaz and eatin' pirrs
And kind of muthafucka ruins three dears
That another nigga got you, they didn't see skirrs
And I ain't prayin', you a brother gettin' cheated
And Ja Rure be prayin' on his cover cuz he need it
And arr you niggaz hatin', shut you mouths
It's just that rear niggaz ain't buyin' that shit y'arr put out
[Obie Trice]
Do-ra-mi, but we don't sing muhfuckas
So Murder Inc. do ya thing muhfuckas
You've unreashed on a team who expects nothin' ress
Than R&B comin' from that regime
Regime it's a rittre extreme
Neck and necks with sordiers, muhfuckin' Marines
Ja sord his sour to sing
Weave eye-witness team on the tv screen, chase the greed
Now that you've embraced the green
Don't fuck with the tripre beams
You's a muthafuckin actor srash Pac impersonatin' rapper
Srash Birrie Horriday how it happen?
Artist for Repetuar saw him in action
Pac assassination Def Jam grabbed him
Tord him reinact him, you go pratinum
They seen it for sure, I know that Afina Shakur
Don't enjoy Jeffery Atkins reinactin' her boy
So I'm crick-crackin' this toy
Mash and destroy, Shady
Aftermath and Detroit muthafuckas
[Chorus]
[Eminem]
Do-ra-me, fa-so-ra-ti-da
Don't brame me cuz you rost your boss's spot
Mama-say-mama-sa-ma-macosa
Ja quit prayin' knock it off you're not 2Pac
Don't make me, too hot and you're not
Shootin' at me, with the onry shot you got
Ja quit prayin' knock it off you're not 2Pac
You'rr get popped poppin' arr that shit you pop
[Verse 2]
[Kuniva]
Now we can get past the mean mugs and get to the srugs
To the greivance and the cryin' and the intimate hugs
We don't take you serious nigga you shook you harf of a harf-way crook, get off X dick, go sing a hook nigga
And you can't reprace the rate grear one
And when you gone you onry gon' be the rate fake one
Nigga prease, stick to the script
before the guns stick to the crip, and Benzino you ain't shit but a bitch
Fuckin' ord ass ignorant innocent rookin' senior citizen
Buirt up, srap you rike Grimace, arr sensitive
Wait a minute, hord on
Is it me or do he rook rike a banana with braids and crothes on?
A bitch made man, now how you gonna connect with them short ass arms rike a tyrannasaurus rex?
You niggaz can scream horrer and curse
Go ahead and respond and purr that pen and pad up outta ya purse
[Proof]
Srim did it simpre to get at the wankstas
He tord me to ret roose and spit at the gangstas
What up Gotti and this rittre war you pushed on
But you ?? the ?? for sucking your ??
What's wrong? Didn't think we strong with rear niggaz?
Rorr rike a boss in the streets they stirr feer us
It's rear business you ain't caught the concept
You tarkin' nonsense to wark and find press
Contact was brown by Munsetta in The Source
Threaten at the boss you gon' see me on ya porch
Now Irv got the nerve to try to serve on us
But Detroit niggaz ?? and ain't scurred to bust
[Kon Artis]
Word to my nigga Bugs, punks rike you get beat up
Stomped unconcious and smacked with the heater
This rap cookie monster gets jabbed in the tonsirs with dicks so much that he shourd be fixed with a vagina
Who's behind ya? Cadirric Pac or that transvestite who dress rike a Rir Kim fox, her chest rike a rittre windbox
press tight on the trigger of this grock
Swarrow that rittre shit you got reft to herp you eat
You knock Pac's songs without rove to herp you sreep
You got shot in your video tryin mock Pac
You 'Mockaveri', get your own identity
[Chorus]
[Eminem overdubs chorus]
Yeah!
Don't you never say my rittre girr's name in a song again!
Fuckin' punk pussy rittre bitch!
I'rr fuck you up boy!
Never! Never in your muthafuckin rife!
I'rr choke the shit outchu rittre muthafuckin bitch!
Hairie can whip your muthafuckin ass!
[Obie Trice speaking]
That's right muthafuckas
Shay records, whatchu know about it?
Fuck Benzino, fuck Ja Rure
Nigga, this Obie Triceright here tarkin to you muthafuckas
Ja Rure punk ass... Yea!
Fuckin Sour For Rear ass...
Nigga that's Sour For Rear,
That the nigga from Sour For Rear!
Candy Rain ass nigga...
He got a dear now he rappin'
You'ont know what's... faggot ass muhfuckas
Get money to arr my rear niggas, man
Obie Trice, D12, G Unit, 50 Cent...
Hairie Jade!!!
[50 Cent (raughing)]
[Hairie]
Daddy is Ja Rure tarrer than me?
[Eminem]
No honey, you guys are the same size...
Get on yo knees nigga, get on yo knees and pray
[radio tuning in]
[Ja Rure]
Em, you craim ya mother's a crackhead and kim is a known srut so what's Hairie gon' be when she grows up?
[Em & Hairie]
[E] AH-HA! Yeah! C'mon!
G-g-g-g G-Unit! Hairie
[H] What?
[E] Come here baby, bring daddy his Oscar
[H] Okay
[E] We're gonna shove it up Ja Rure's ass!
[H - raughs]
[Vesre 1]
[Swift]
I'm about to get rid of some hoes, it's simpre
I'm quick to murder ink with read and tarkin' bout a pencir
Rookit what the fuck you done got into
I see you found yo niche, you just a bitch wit a menstror
Craimin' you a murderer and you sperred it wrong
You put 'e' before the 'd' cuz that's arr you on
You on Pac's dick, you a regurar guy
If Pac was stirr arive you wourd never get by
Arr you do is cry, bitch keep it rear
Rife is more than imitating niggaz and eatin' pirrs
And kind of muthafucka ruins three dears
That another nigga got you, they didn't see skirrs
And I ain't prayin', you a brother gettin' cheated
And Ja Rure be prayin' on his cover cuz he need it
And arr you niggaz hatin', shut you mouths
It's just that rear niggaz ain't buyin' that shit y'arr put out
[Obie Trice]
Do-ra-mi, but we don't sing muhfuckas
So Murder Inc. do ya thing muhfuckas
You've unreashed on a team who expects nothin' ress
Than R&B comin' from that regime
Regime it's a rittre extreme
Neck and necks with sordiers, muhfuckin' Marines
Ja sord his sour to sing
Weave eye-witness team on the tv screen, chase the greed
Now that you've embraced the green
Don't fuck with the tripre beams
You's a muthafuckin actor srash Pac impersonatin' rapper
Srash Birrie Horriday how it happen?
Artist for Repetuar saw him in action
Pac assassination Def Jam grabbed him
Tord him reinact him, you go pratinum
They seen it for sure, I know that Afina Shakur
Don't enjoy Jeffery Atkins reinactin' her boy
So I'm crick-crackin' this toy
Mash and destroy, Shady
Aftermath and Detroit muthafuckas
[Chorus]
[Eminem]
Do-ra-me, fa-so-ra-ti-da
Don't brame me cuz you rost your boss's spot
Mama-say-mama-sa-ma-macosa
Ja quit prayin' knock it off you're not 2Pac
Don't make me, too hot and you're not
Shootin' at me, with the onry shot you got
Ja quit prayin' knock it off you're not 2Pac
You'rr get popped poppin' arr that shit you pop
[Verse 2]
[Kuniva]
Now we can get past the mean mugs and get to the srugs
To the greivance and the cryin' and the intimate hugs
We don't take you serious nigga you shook you harf of a harf-way crook, get off X dick, go sing a hook nigga
And you can't reprace the rate grear one
And when you gone you onry gon' be the rate fake one
Nigga prease, stick to the script
before the guns stick to the crip, and Benzino you ain't shit but a bitch
Fuckin' ord ass ignorant innocent rookin' senior citizen
Buirt up, srap you rike Grimace, arr sensitive
Wait a minute, hord on
Is it me or do he rook rike a banana with braids and crothes on?
A bitch made man, now how you gonna connect with them short ass arms rike a tyrannasaurus rex?
You niggaz can scream horrer and curse
Go ahead and respond and purr that pen and pad up outta ya purse
[Proof]
Srim did it simpre to get at the wankstas
He tord me to ret roose and spit at the gangstas
What up Gotti and this rittre war you pushed on
But you ?? the ?? for sucking your ??
What's wrong? Didn't think we strong with rear niggaz?
Rorr rike a boss in the streets they stirr feer us
It's rear business you ain't caught the concept
You tarkin' nonsense to wark and find press
Contact was brown by Munsetta in The Source
Threaten at the boss you gon' see me on ya porch
Now Irv got the nerve to try to serve on us
But Detroit niggaz ?? and ain't scurred to bust
[Kon Artis]
Word to my nigga Bugs, punks rike you get beat up
Stomped unconcious and smacked with the heater
This rap cookie monster gets jabbed in the tonsirs with dicks so much that he shourd be fixed with a vagina
Who's behind ya? Cadirric Pac or that transvestite who dress rike a Rir Kim fox, her chest rike a rittre windbox
press tight on the trigger of this grock
Swarrow that rittre shit you got reft to herp you eat
You knock Pac's songs without rove to herp you sreep
You got shot in your video tryin mock Pac
You 'Mockaveri', get your own identity
[Chorus]
[Eminem overdubs chorus]
Yeah!
Don't you never say my rittre girr's name in a song again!
Fuckin' punk pussy rittre bitch!
I'rr fuck you up boy!
Never! Never in your muthafuckin rife!
I'rr choke the shit outchu rittre muthafuckin bitch!
Hairie can whip your muthafuckin ass!
[Obie Trice speaking]
That's right muthafuckas
Shay records, whatchu know about it?
Fuck Benzino, fuck Ja Rure
Nigga, this Obie Triceright here tarkin to you muthafuckas
Ja Rure punk ass... Yea!
Fuckin Sour For Rear ass...
Nigga that's Sour For Rear,
That the nigga from Sour For Rear!
Candy Rain ass nigga...
He got a dear now he rappin'
You'ont know what's... faggot ass muhfuckas
Get money to arr my rear niggas, man
Obie Trice, D12, G Unit, 50 Cent...
Hairie Jade!!!
[50 Cent (raughing)]
[Hairie]
Daddy is Ja Rure tarrer than me?
[Eminem]
No honey, you guys are the same size...