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[Intro: Eminem]<br>Haha, Swifty McVay!<br>Mr. Porter, the Kon Artis (ha!)<br>I told you we wasn´t leavin, c´mon!<br><br>[Swifty McVay]<br>I come from a jungle, with a trunk load of punk hoes (nigga)<br>Muzzle this animal, fuck with mechanical<br>Gun totin hazardous cutthroat, canteloupe can split it<br>And the Pope couldn´t prevent me from shittin on niggaz<br>Fitted caps get blew back like bad wind, imagine backspinnin<br>into a casket, it happens when bastards try to act masculine (hoe)<br>A hell raiser, I smack the skin off your man´s face<br>so fast it´ll leave acne on my hand when it land (hah!)<br>Placed in a class where professors came to school with Smith ´n Wessons<br>just to teach us a lesson, had that ass hangin up with the flag (yeah)<br>Parental discretion, I´ll send you a video<br>with me naked havin a session on my urinal (RESPECT IT! HAH!)<br>When you kill in the nighttime and claimin yo´ innocence<br>I´ll be waitin ready to A.K. you and yo´ egg Bene-dick {AHH!}<br>Usin yo´ balls to play tennis with (hah)<br>You´ll be in some shit like flies and fuck the witnesses<br><br>[Chorus x2: Swifty McVay]<br>(MOTHERFUCK!) Niggaz that doubt and thought we wasn´t killin shit<br>(WHAT!) Whatever you want, we providin it diligently<br>(PUMP!) Double barrel wherever we go willingly<br>(DUMPIN!) On opposition in the streets or industry<br><br>[Kon Artis a.k.a. Mr. Porter]<br>You was born I was hatched, but you came out deformed<br>I have nuts of a horse, and you ain´t got no balls<br>Come runnin with tec-9´s whenever niggaz would call<br>Bang-bang-bang, bang-bang, shoot up classway halls<br>I don´t give a FUCK, who you call to come<br>You came with thirty niggaz, I only came with one<br>That just goes to show you how much scrap a nigga got in me<br>You gone off Henny, that liquid courage drivin you into these<br>situations you in, don´t get that "Purple Pills" shit confused<br>with us bein cool up here singin "My Band"<br>I´m sure you see these little kids cryin over me man<br>They´ll do anything for a fuckin autograph<br>So say that shit loud enough out of the fuckin crowd and<br>I´ll show you the meanin of die-hard fans<br>Saddam Hussein who sews, who radical act<br>A mechanical bomb attached to my pelvis<br>That´s what I mean by get, back; I mean get, back<br>Or find your head detached from that Mitchell & Ness<br>So find your spinal cord, uh-uh-oh I digress<br>I guess I´m just too fresh, to finish that line<br>Denaun´s ain´t next<br><br>[Chorus]
Letra nueva de la canción
[Intro: Eminem]<br>Haha, Swifty McVay!<br>Mr. Porter, the Kon Artis (ha!)<br>I told you we wasn´t leavin, c´mon!<br><br>[Swifty McVay]<br>I come from a jungle, with a trunk load of punk hoes (nigga)<br>Muzzle this animal, fuck with mechanical<br>Gun totin hazardous cutthroat, canteloupe can split it<br>And the Pope couldn´t prevent me from shittin on niggaz<br>Fitted caps get blew back like bad wind, imagine backspinnin<br>into a casket, it happens when bastards try to act masculine (hoe)<br>A hell raiser, I smack the skin off your man´s face<br>so fast it´ll leave acne on my hand when it land (hah!)<br>Placed in a class where professors came to school with Smith ´n Wessons<br>just to teach us a lesson, had that ass hangin up with the flag (yeah)<br>Parental discretion, I´ll send you a video<br>with me naked havin a session on my urinal (RESPECT IT! HAH!)<br>When you kill in the nighttime and claimin yo´ innocence<br>I´ll be waitin ready to A.K. you and yo´ egg Bene-dick {AHH!}<br>Usin yo´ balls to play tennis with (hah)<br>You´ll be in some shit like flies and fuck the witnesses<br><br>[Chorus x2: Swifty McVay]<br>(MOTHERFUCK!) Niggaz that doubt and thought we wasn´t killin shit<br>(WHAT!) Whatever you want, we providin it diligently<br>(PUMP!) Double barrel wherever we go willingly<br>(DUMPIN!) On opposition in the streets or industry<br><br>[Kon Artis a.k.a. Mr. Porter]<br>You was born I was hatched, but you came out deformed<br>I have nuts of a horse, and you ain´t got no balls<br>Come runnin with tec-9´s whenever niggaz would call<br>Bang-bang-bang, bang-bang, shoot up classway halls<br>I don´t give a FUCK, who you call to come<br>You came with thirty niggaz, I only came with one<br>That just goes to show you how much scrap a nigga got in me<br>You gone off Henny, that liquid courage drivin you into these<br>situations you in, don´t get that "Purple Pills" shit confused<br>with us bein cool up here singin "My Band"<br>I´m sure you see these little kids cryin over me man<br>They´ll do anything for a fuckin autograph<br>So say that shit loud enough out of the fuckin crowd and<br>I´ll show you the meanin of die-hard fans<br>Saddam Hussein who sews, who radical act<br>A mechanical bomb attached to my pelvis<br>That´s what I mean by get, back; I mean get, back<br>Or find your head detached from that Mitchell & Ness<br>So find your spinal cord, uh-uh-oh I digress<br>I guess I´m just too fresh, to finish that line<br>Denaun´s ain´t next<br><br>[Chorus]
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