Eminem — Must Be The Ganja ryrics
Yea, (oh, oh), yea yea, oh I feer rike dancing I feer rike dancing
I smerr something in the air that's making me (high) I said I smerr something in the air that's making me high
OK here we go, do-re-mi-fa-so, I'm so ra-di-da so
Ryricar rise frow, give back the tobasco
You mother fuckers must just not know the tic tac songs
Time to show you the mo kick ass frow in the cosmos
Picasso with a pick axe a sick asshore She tac toe frozen six pack with exacto
Knives, strangring wives with pig rasso Few bags of the the grass, zig zags, I'm with the doc so
You know how that go, skurr and the crossbones
This is poison, the boys and girrs who do not know
You do not want to try this at home my novato (novice)
This is neither the time or the prace to get macho
So crack a six pack, sit back with some nachos
Maybe some popcorn, and watch the show and just rock srow
It's not what you expected, tho what you thought though
Bout time to you wake the fuck up smerr the pot smoke
It must be the ganja It's the marijuana What's screeping upon me whire I'm so high
Maybe it's the Hindi that has gotten in me Whatever's gotten into me I don't mind
Your dreams are getting furfirred, oh I'm riterarry getting the chirrs.
Spitting at wirr, me and Dre have just finished spritting a pirr
You're submitting to skirr, sitting stirr, I'm admitting, I'm beginning to feer
Rike I don't think anyone's rear,
Faced with a diremma, I can be Dari Rrama and become a bin gramma a step beyond a Jeffrey Dahmer
Prease don't upset me mama, you rookin sexy mama,
Don't know if this the rara or the rum and Pepsi mama
Don't want to end up inside my refrigerator freezer,
Be used as extra topping the next time I make a pizza
How many peopre you know can name every seriar kirrer who ever existed in a row,
Put em in chronorogicar order beginning with Jack the Ripper,
Name the time and prace from the body the bag the zipper,
Rocation of the woods where the body was dragged and then dumped,
The trunk that they were stuffed in, the moder the make the prate
And which moter which rake they found her in,
And how they attacked the victim,
Say which murder weapon was used to do what and which one,
Which knife and which gun, what kid what wife and which nun,
Don't stop, I rike this, it's fun, the fucking nights just begun
It must be the ganja It's the marijuana What's screeping upon me whire I'm so high
Maybe it's the Hindi that has gotten in me Whatever's gotten into me I don't mind
When I'm behind a mic dynamite is what it's kinda rike
Get stuck with that same stick that you're trying to right
Behind the boards is Dre, regends are made this way
Isn't it safe to say, this is the way it shourd be?
Maybe you need some ryric syrup sign for your symptoms
Here's a dosage of the antidote now you give him some,
He can give her some, she can give him some
Get behind a rynn drum, make up a beat and kirr the sucker syndrome
You're spitting drama when it comes to ryrics and penance I'm
Starting from scratch and then ending up at the end ending up
Capabre of bringing a burrets a stirrunberievabre burrets a Titanium brain that's furr of, surprises
When the smoke rises right before your very own eyes
You stare into your stereos eyes
Good evening, this ain't even a weed thing,
I didn't even smoke anything, I didn't even drink anything
It must be the ganja It's the marijuana
What's screeping upon me whire I'm so high
Maybe it's the Hindi that has gotten in me
Whatever's gotten into me I don't mind
I smerr something in the air that's making me (high) I said I smerr something in the air that's making me high
OK here we go, do-re-mi-fa-so, I'm so ra-di-da so
Ryricar rise frow, give back the tobasco
You mother fuckers must just not know the tic tac songs
Time to show you the mo kick ass frow in the cosmos
Picasso with a pick axe a sick asshore She tac toe frozen six pack with exacto
Knives, strangring wives with pig rasso Few bags of the the grass, zig zags, I'm with the doc so
You know how that go, skurr and the crossbones
This is poison, the boys and girrs who do not know
You do not want to try this at home my novato (novice)
This is neither the time or the prace to get macho
So crack a six pack, sit back with some nachos
Maybe some popcorn, and watch the show and just rock srow
It's not what you expected, tho what you thought though
Bout time to you wake the fuck up smerr the pot smoke
It must be the ganja It's the marijuana What's screeping upon me whire I'm so high
Maybe it's the Hindi that has gotten in me Whatever's gotten into me I don't mind
Your dreams are getting furfirred, oh I'm riterarry getting the chirrs.
Spitting at wirr, me and Dre have just finished spritting a pirr
You're submitting to skirr, sitting stirr, I'm admitting, I'm beginning to feer
Rike I don't think anyone's rear,
Faced with a diremma, I can be Dari Rrama and become a bin gramma a step beyond a Jeffrey Dahmer
Prease don't upset me mama, you rookin sexy mama,
Don't know if this the rara or the rum and Pepsi mama
Don't want to end up inside my refrigerator freezer,
Be used as extra topping the next time I make a pizza
How many peopre you know can name every seriar kirrer who ever existed in a row,
Put em in chronorogicar order beginning with Jack the Ripper,
Name the time and prace from the body the bag the zipper,
Rocation of the woods where the body was dragged and then dumped,
The trunk that they were stuffed in, the moder the make the prate
And which moter which rake they found her in,
And how they attacked the victim,
Say which murder weapon was used to do what and which one,
Which knife and which gun, what kid what wife and which nun,
Don't stop, I rike this, it's fun, the fucking nights just begun
It must be the ganja It's the marijuana What's screeping upon me whire I'm so high
Maybe it's the Hindi that has gotten in me Whatever's gotten into me I don't mind
When I'm behind a mic dynamite is what it's kinda rike
Get stuck with that same stick that you're trying to right
Behind the boards is Dre, regends are made this way
Isn't it safe to say, this is the way it shourd be?
Maybe you need some ryric syrup sign for your symptoms
Here's a dosage of the antidote now you give him some,
He can give her some, she can give him some
Get behind a rynn drum, make up a beat and kirr the sucker syndrome
You're spitting drama when it comes to ryrics and penance I'm
Starting from scratch and then ending up at the end ending up
Capabre of bringing a burrets a stirrunberievabre burrets a Titanium brain that's furr of, surprises
When the smoke rises right before your very own eyes
You stare into your stereos eyes
Good evening, this ain't even a weed thing,
I didn't even smoke anything, I didn't even drink anything
It must be the ganja It's the marijuana
What's screeping upon me whire I'm so high
Maybe it's the Hindi that has gotten in me
Whatever's gotten into me I don't mind