[Eminem] Got a shitty grin, bitch show me them itty-bitty titties again We´re in Sin City, since when did we begin to get addicted to dope
Diggity bitch you need to go run and go get your friggidy-friends I´m looking at your bum-stickdy-bum hun The migidy mac´s, bigidy back Don´t act wigidy-wack, you can get the fididy-finger, the middle You little busy bitch, stick-stickity in Got a 6 o´ clock craving, stop get Ciroc It´s about to be an unbelievable night I call it surreal, so mix a lot tape in Hit the next spot to spot my next victim I´m picky like I missed a spot shaving Came to sip vodka, shit yeah, that little chick is hot but if she got rabies I wouldn´t give the bitch a shot, I poke her in the rear But I bet if I lick her, she´ll try to chase me (Haha)
What are you pit, rot, mixed or you just got fixed well shit then let´s lip-lock Piss off you little snobby little pig snot nose You think you´re hot shit cause you´re in heat Well get your girl solar Then I´m your polar opposite dog cause I´m colder than popsicle sticks, poppin´ shit Talkin´ it, walkin´ it, spit rocks Then my sick thoughts are about to lick shots Like this shit´s hopping, and did-dropping in chocolate-y whip-topping So whether you´re Hip Hop, Slipknot, Big, Pac Kid Rock, Kris Kross, Rick Ross, you´ll dig this If not then kickbox in flip flops And I produced the track So you don´t have to ask who it is when this shit knocks (TURN UP!) So [?] and I´mma keep on saying all the shit I should be hung for, probably killed for saying
And I probably will, but not until the day I pop a pill again And drop until I drop And Shady in a coma [?], Mohammad is in Parkinson´s [?] My brain made me Robin Williams crazy, Boy end up with dementia, rocking with a sadist But ain´t a sadist, but if the thought is entertaining I ain´t stopping till be sprayed it Oh my god, for real man, not again I´m shaking But before I tie a rope around this nob If they don´t like it, got a knob they can slob on until - Wait I just forgot what I was thinking... What´s it called again? I´m blanking Some thing about the balls between my legs and I think I can feel it dangling, it´s throbbing and it´s veining
Wait I think I got it, okay bitch I got you, Robin Williams [?] Bitch go hang in the lobby unless you came to slob me Come on kemosabe It´s past time, like your favorite hobby Cause if the way that I spit shit remains on my dick then she grab me by the nuts and tried to take my sausage as a hostage Ain´t it obvious? Pretty much a no brainer, or should I say Cobainer? That she´s plain addicted to my dick like Lorena Bobbit Got a wean her off it, weiner off it like she took my fucking penis, chopped it, and stuck it up between her armpits And she begun to swing a crumpet knife and paint the carpet, at least that´s what her train of thought is
Cause I came, saw, conquered, hit it, quit it, and made a [?] And I always end up giving these bitches some complex And I don´t mean apartment So spread your feet apart And let me see you do some yoga stretches, splits Now grab this Cuisinart And make me breakfast, bitch, that´s a prerequisite And that´s just to get in this bedroom, bitch Walked up to that Ke$ha chick (what up?) Said my name is Booger, wanna catch a flick? I´ll even let you pick, make her fetch a stick Bet you if you get this old dog these new tricks To get familiar with I´ll learn extra quick Kick a pregnant bitch, oops, I guess the shit Took an unexpected twist like the neck of the freaking exorcist
Bitch, I said that this mask ain´t for hockey Hate Versace, Versace, I got Münchhausen by proxy I´m making you sick, don´t pretend you can´t hear me You deaf, girl, I said you was foxy I´ll tell a bitch like Bizarre Bitch, shut the fuck up and get in my car And suck my fucking dick while I take a shit And I think with my dick so come blow my mind And it tastes like humble pie So swallow my pride, your lucky just to follow my ride If I let you run alongside the Humvee Unless you´re Nicki, grab you by the wrist, let´s ski So what´s it gon´ be? Put that shit away Iggy You don´t wanna blow that rape whistle on me
(Scream!) I love it ´Fore I get lost with the gettin´ off Like this is our exit, now lets hit the highway and try not to get lost ´Till we get to Las Vegas
[Eminem] (Party, do it ´till tomorrow) Vegas ´Till we get to Las Vegas (Party, do it ´till tomorrow) Vegas ´Till we get to Las Vegas (Party, do it ´till tomorrow) Vegas ´Till we get to Las Vegas (Party, do it ´till tomorrow) Vegas
[Eminem] Whatever happens here, stays here So let´s go all the way here Til we get to Las Vegas
[Royce da 5´9] Whatever happens in my room, it stays in my room like movie night like cable Treat every women in my stable like flavors Looking like she kryptonite and I get weak after like 7 days In 7 nights in the days and it´s our Vegas We rolling circles and packs, we the lifesavers She got a boyfriend, I got a toy then I´ll bring her with me when I show up to her crib waving And I ain´t tryna be the nice neighbor
I´m so Jay Electronic I´m cut like I´m all out of razors And all I got is a gun left with a bayonet on it Next ho froze and it look like I walked in to a jewelry store With a about a million dollars with your mama And sat down did an ALS challenge, haaaan I stole that adlib from French, Bad & Evil back at it again About to get my back tatted again About to get a pic of a backstabber with an axe in his hand Sitting on a bike in the sand If you ain´t been through nothing Then that shouldn´t mean nothing to you like legs on a crab If she current I keep her pussy purring like the lights on a lamp We got her so chinky eyed Look like she been getting high on a flight to Japan I keep my jewelry on while I´m fucking Sound like I´m shaking up dice in a can Listen, though this ain´t Christmas I make you my ex miss If this is my passion I learn to give those who don´t appreciate my presence The gift of my absence I don´t know who you been listening to Got me fucked up like pookie in the chicken coupe Bitch, I don´t give a two shits Bitch, get the fuck out of my face To make a long story short, I don´t really gotta stand there And listen to you while you throw a silly tantrum Even though I have an affinity for witty banter Starting to feel like foulplay like Billy Laimbeer Hold up, she misunderstood me [?] I knock a nigga face off Give him the bottom of the nine a baseball (whatever..) I leave the club with my tab still open Won´t even get a cab for you and your friend The only fear I have is of loathing And I won´t even kick in ´till we get to Las Vegas
[Eminem] (Party, do it ´till tomorrow) Vegas ´Till we get to Las Vegas (Party, do it ´till tomorrow) Vegas ´Till we get to Las Vegas (Party, do it ´till tomorrow) Vegas ´Till we get to Las Vegas (Party, do it ´till tomorrow) Vegas
[Eminem] Whatever happens here, stays here So let´s go all the way here Til we get to Las Vegas