Eminem Oh Shit Here We Go Again

Lyrics

'Cause some things but don't modify It's better when they stay the same Although the whole globe knows your proper name And so on the, biggest days, they came to see you spit your game Ooh Information technology shouldn't be hard, to explain Just why you lot came back again, you hate the fame Love the game, cold as ice, y'all remain Fuck em' all, tell 'em all, eat shit, here we get again So, god damn, is it that time once again already? Ha ha, you lot don't look too happy to encounter me Fuck homo, don't everybody welcome me back at once All right, fuck you lot then You can go the dick, just call me the brawl sac, I'm nuts Michael Vick in this bowwow dog, fall dorsum you lot mutts Fuck you worms, you never seen such a sick puppy Fuck information technology a sick duck, I'm on my duck sick mommy And my nuts, lick, gobble 'em up pull a fast one on, yummy Bitch you lot don't fucking think that I know that you suck dick dummy? Yous'll go your butt kicked, fuck all that love shit honey Yeah I laugh when I phone call you a slut, information technology'south funny! Shawty trip the light fantastic while I dis you to the beat, fuck the words You don't listen to 'em anyway, yeah struck a nerve sucker Motherfucker might too let my lips pucker Similar Elton John, cause I'k simply a mean cock sucker This shit is on, crusade you went and pissed me off Now I'1000 sitting and pissing on everybody Give a fuck if it'southward correct or incorrect Then buck the Buddha, light a bong But take a look at Mariah the adjacent time I inspire you to write a song, c'mon Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh, I'one thousand as cold as the cold wind blows When it snows and it's 20 be-low Enquire me why man I just don't know know know know know know know I'm as cold every bit the common cold wind blows blo-blo-blo-blo-blo-blows Oh oh oh oh oh Fuck it I'thousand a loose cannon, Bruce Imprint's back in the booth Y'all are sitting ducks, I'thou the only goose standing I set the world on burn down, piss on it, put information technology out Stick my dick in a circle, merely I'm not fucking around motherfucker I'll bear witness you pussy footin', I'll kick a bowwow in the cunt Til it makes her queef and sounds like a fucking whoopy absorber Who the fuck is you pushin', you musta mistook me for some sissy Soft punk looking for some nookie or bosom Become ahead, fucking hater push me I told you ain't no fucking way to shush me Call me a fagot cause I hate a pussy Man the fuck upwards sissy, G'south up All you lot gardeners freeze up, put your hoes downward (shady ease up!) (Man chill) nah I can't god dammit Rappers are country fill, drop the anvil These are shoes that you can't fill Shit the day that happens the world'll end spinning And Michael J. Pull a fast one on'll come to a stand all the same During an earthquake, urine in your face Crusade you're fake, ah what the fuck, that hurt wait! Ah what the fuck, I simply got struck past lightening Alright and then I quit, god I surrender Call it evil that men do, lord forgive me for what my pen do This is for your sins, I cleanse you You lot tin apologize just I warn you, if you lot keep To hell I'll send yous, and merely then the wind blew and I said Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh, I'm equally common cold as the cold air current blows When it snows and information technology's xx exist-low Ask me why man I just don't know know know know know know know I'thou equally cold as the common cold wind blows blo-blo-blo-blo-blo-blows Oh oh oh oh oh How long will I be this way? Shady until my dying day Til I hang upwardly the mic and it's fourth dimension for me to say And then long, til then I drop the fucking bombs Similar I miss the pass when I went long If you don't like it you can osculation my ass in a lint thong Now sing along, slut this, slut that, learn the words to the vocal Oh bitches don't similar that, homie I'll be nicer to women When the aqua man drowns and the human torch starts pond Man I'chiliad a common cold soul, I roll solo so So don't compare me to them other bums over there It's similar apples to oranges, peaches to plums yes I'm bananas pussy, cut off the grapes and abound a pair But I swear, you endeavour to dis me, I'll slaughter you I put that on everything, like everyone does with auto-tune That last thing you wanna practice is accept me spit out a rhyme And say I was writing this and I thought of you and so Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh, I'thousand as cold as the cold wind blows When it snows and it's twenty be-depression Ask me why man I just don't know know know know know know know I'm as common cold as the cold wind blows blo-blo-blo-blo-blo-blo-blows Oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh oh I don't know, I don't know what acquired, I don't know what caused me to exist this mode to be this fashion I don't know, I don't know by I probably exist this way til my dying solar day I don't know why I'm so, I'm then cold beat bangs, I don't need to say I guess this is how you made me

Annette Monica Synge, Ian Henry Murray Marsh, John Gerald Perry, Justin Gregory Smith, Marshall Bruce Mathers, Simon Richard Byrne

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This rails is on the 4 following albums: