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Crack A Bottle

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Ooww Ladies and gentlemen
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The moment you?ve all been waiting for ..
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In this corner : weighing 175 pounds,
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with a record of 17 rapes,
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400 assaults, and 4 murders,
Slim Shady!
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So crack a bottle, let your body waddle
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Don?t act like a snobby model you just hit the lotto
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O-oh o-oh, bitch3s hopping in my Tahoe
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Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got clothes
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Now where?s the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers?
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I noticed there?s so many of them
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and there?s really not that many of us.
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Ladies love us and my posse?s kicking up dust.
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It?s on till the break of dawn
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and we?re starting this party from dusk
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Ok ? let?s go
Eminem
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Ok ? let?s go
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Back wit Andre, the giant, mister elephant tusk
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Fix your mugs, you?ll just be another one bit the dust
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Just one of my mothers son who got thrown under the bus
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Kiss my butt. Lick the Frumunda cheese from under my nuts
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It disgusts me to see the game the way that it looks
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Its a must I redeem my name n haters get mushed.
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Bitch3s lust. Man they love me when I lay in the cut.
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Fist the cup. The lady gave her eighty some paper cut.
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Now picture us. Its ridiculous you curse at the thought
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Cause when I spit the verse the sh-t
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gets worse then worcestershire sauce
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If I could fit the words as picture perfect, works every time
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Every verse, every line, as simple as nursery rhymes
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Its elementary. The elephants have entered the room.
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I venture to say we're the center of attention its true
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Not to mention back with a vengeance so here?s the signal
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Of the bat symbol. The platinum trio?s back on you hoes.
Chorus : Eminem
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So crack a bottle, let your body waddle.
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Don?t act like a snobby model.
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You just hit the lotto.
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O-oh o-oh, bitches hopping in my Tahoe .
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Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got clothes
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Now wheres the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers?
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I noticed there?s so many of them
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and there?s really not that many of us.
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Ladies love us and my posses kicking up dust.
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Its on till the break of dawn and were starting this party from dusk.
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Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Dre
Dr Dre
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They see that low rider go by they're, like Oh my!
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You ain?t got to tell me why you?re sick cuz I know why.
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I dip through in that six trey like sick em Dre.
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I?m an itch that they cant scratch, they?re sick of me.
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But hey, what else can I say? I love LA.
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Cuz over and above all, its just another day
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And this one begins where the last one ends.
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Pick up where we left off and get smashed again.
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I?ll be dammed, just f *cked around and crashed my Benz.
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Driving around with a smashed front end
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Lets cash that one in.
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Grab another one from out the stable
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The Monte Carlo, El Camino or the El Dorado
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The hell if I know.
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Do I want leather seats or vinyl?
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Decisions, decision
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Garage looks like Precision Collision.
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Or Maaco beats quake like Waco
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Just keep the bass low speakers away from your face though
Chorus : Eminem
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It?s bottle after bottle
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The money ain?t a thang when you party with me
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Its what we into its simple
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We ball out of control like you wouldn?t believe
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I?m the napalm the bomb the don i?m King Kong
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Get rolled on wrapped up and reigned on
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I?m so calm through Vietnam ring the alarm
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Bring the shaun dawn burn marajauan do what you want
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Nigga on and on till the break of what
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Get the paper man i?m caking you know i don?t give a f *ck
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I spend it like it don?t mean nothing
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Blow it like its supposed to be blown
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Motherf *cker i?m grown
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I stunt i style i flas