Текст песни Eminem - Vegas

[Verse 1: Eminem]Got a shady grin, bitch show me those itty-bitty titties againWe're in sin-city, since when did we beginBitch you need to go run and go get your friggidy-friendsI'm looking at your bum-stickdy-bum hun, the migidy max, bigidy backDon't act wigidy-wack, you can get the fididy-finger, the middleYou little busy bitch [?]6 o' clock cravings, stop get your rocks, it's about to be an unbelievable nightI call it surreal, so mix a lot tape in, hit the next spot to spot my next victimI'm picky like I missed a spot shavingCame to sip Vodaka, shit yeah, that little chick is hot but if she got rabiesI wouldn't give the bitch a shot, I poke her in the rearBut I bet if I lick her, she'd chase me (Haha)What are you pit, rot, mixed or do you got [?]Piss off you little snobby little pig snot noseYou think you're hot? Shit cause you're in heat, [?]Then I'm your polar oppisite dog cause I'm colder than popsickle sticks, poppin' shitTalkin' it, walkin' it, spit rocks then my sick thoughts are about to lick shotsLike this shits hopping, and did-dropping in chocolate-y whip-toppingSo whether you're Hip Hop, Slipnot, Big Pac, Kid Rock, Kris Cross, Rick Ross [?] and flip flopsAnd I produced the track, so you don't have to ask when this shit knocks (TURN UP!)So [?] and I'mma keep on saying all the shit I should be hung for, probably killed for sayingAnd I probably will, but not until the day I pop a pill again and drop a [?]And Shady in a coma [?], Mohammad [?]My brain made me Robin Williams crazy, boy end up with dimensia, rocking with a sadestBut ain't a sadest, but if the thought is entertaining, I ain't stopping till be sprayed itOh my god, for real man, not again I'm shaking, but before I tie a rope around this nobIf 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 blankingSome thing about the balls between my legs and I think I can feel it danglling, it's throbbing and it's veiningWait 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 kemosabiIt's past time, like your favorite hobbyCause 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 hostageAin't it obvious? Pretty much a no brainer, or should I say Cobein-er? That shes plain addicted to my dick like Lorena BobbetGot a [?] off it, [?] of it, like she took my fucking peins, chopped it, and stuck it up between her armpitsAnd she begun to swing a [?] knife and paint the carpet, at least that's what her traier thought isCause I made came, saw, conqured, hit it, quit it, and made a [?]And I always end up giving these bitches some complexAnd I don't mean apartmentSo spread your feet apartAnd let me see you do some yoga stretches, splitsNow grab this squeezing artAnd make me breakfast, bitch, thats a prerequisiteAnd that's just to get in this bedroom, bitchWalked 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 stickBet you if you get this old dog these new tricksTo get familiar with I'll learn extra quickKick a pregnant bitch, oops, I guess the shitTook an unexpected twist like the neck of the freaking exorcistBitch, I said that this mask ain't for hockeyHate Versace, Versace, I got Munchausen by proxyI'm making you sick, don't pretend you can't hear meYou deaf, girl, I said you was foxyI'll tell a bitch like BizarreBitch, shut the fuck up and get in my carAnd suck my fucking dick while I take a shitAnd I think with my dick so come blow my mindAnd it tastes like humble pieSo swallow my pride, your lucky just to follow my rideIf I let you run alongside the HumveeUnless you're Nicki, grab you by the wrist, let's skiSo what's it gon' be? Put that shit away IggyYou don't wanna blow that rape whistle on me

(Scream!) I love it'Fore I get lost with the gettin' off [Bridge: Eminem](Party, party, party)VegasTil we get to Las Vegas(Party, party, party)VegasTil we get to Las Vegas(Party, party, party)VegasTil we get to Las Vegas[Chorus: Eminem]Whatever happens here, stays hereSo let's go off the rails hereTil we get to Las Vegas [Verse 2: Royce da 5'9]Whatever happens in my room, it stays in my room like movie night like cableTreat every women in my stable like flavorsLooking like she kryptonite and I get weak after like 7 daysIn 7 nights in the days and it's our VegasWe rolling circles and packs, we the lifesaversShe got a boyfriend, I got a toy thenI'll bring her with me when I show up to her crib wavingAnd I ain't tryna be the nice neighborI'm so Jay Electronic I'm cut like I'm all out of razorsAnd all I got is a gun left with a bayonet on itNext ho froze and it look like I walked in to a jewelry storeWith a about a million dollars with your mamaAnd sat down did an ALS challenge, haaaanI stole that adlib from French, Bad & Evil back at it againAbout to get my back tatted againAbout to get a pic of a backstabber with an axe in his handSitting on a bike in the sandIf you ain't been through nothingThen that shouldn't mean nothing to you like legs on a crabIf she [?] I keep her pussy purring like the lights on a lampWe got her so chinky eyedLook like she been getting high on a flight to JapanI keep my jewelry on while I'm fuckingSound like Im shaking up dice in a canListen, though this ain't Christmas I make you my ex missIf this is my passionI learn to give those who don't appreciate my presenceThe gift of my absenceI don't know who you been listening toGot me fucked up like pookie in the chicken coupeBitch, I don't give a two shitsBitch, get the fuck out of my faceTo make a long story short, I don't really gotta stand thereAnd listen to you while you throw a silly tantrumEven though I have an affinity for witty banterStarting to feel like foulplay like Billy [?]Hold up, she misunderstood me[?]I knock a nigga face offGive him the bottom of the nine a baseball (whatever..)I leave the club with my tab still openWon't even get a cab for you and your friendThe only fear I have is of loathingAnd I won't even kick in til we get to Las Vegas [Bridge: Eminem][Chorus: Eminem]
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