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	Artist: Eminem Song Title: Under the Influence Album: The Marshall Mathers LP
[Eminem] Translation So you can suck my d* if you don't like, my st Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck, my d* - ha ha! Two pills I pop, 'til my pupils swell up like two pennies I'm Clint Eastwood in his mid-twenties A young a man with a trash can strapped to the back of his a so the rats can't chew through his last pants I'm like a mummy at night, fightin with bright lightning Frightened with five little white Vicadin pills bitin him I'm like a fkin wasp in the hospital lost Stingin the fk outta everything I come across in the halls I light a candle and place it up on the mantle Grab a knife at the blade and stab you with the fkin handle So when you find yourself wrapped up in the blinds, hurtin [Swifty] B**** it's too late [Eminem] Cause once you're hung from the drapes, it's curtains [Swifty] I'm an instigator, .380 slug penetrator Degradin, creatin murders to kill haters Accused for every crime known through the equator They knew I did it (uh-huh) for havin blood on my 'gators My weed'll hit yo' chest like a double barrel gauge an' I'm a black grenade that'll blow up in yo' face {BLAM} With a fifth in me, when I guzzle Remi I do st on purpose You never hear me say, "Forgive me" I'm snatchin every penny - it gotta be that way n, face it That weed I sold to you, Brigade laced it You hidin, I make the president get a facelift Nz just afraid, handin me they bracelets Chillin in the lab wasted I'm the type that'll drink Kahlua and gin - throw up on the mic Your life is ruined, you get socked right on site And even at the Million Man March, we gon' fight Chorus: Eminem So you can suck my d* if you don't like, my st Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck, my d* Cause I don't give a fk if you don't like, my st Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck, my d* [Bizarre] I'm a compulsive liar, settin my preacher on fire Slashin your tires, flyin down Fenkel and Meyers Plates expired, soon as I'm hired, I'm fired Jackin my d* off in a bed of barbed wire (Hey, is Bizarre performing?) B** didn't you read the flyer? Special invited guest will be, Richard Pryor (Aren't you a male dancer?) Nah b, I'm retired Fkin your b** in the a with a tire iron I'm ripped, I'm on an acid trip My DJ's in a coma for lettin the record skip.. {needle pops} Lettin the record skip.. {needle pops} Lettin the record skip.. {needle pops} (Damn!) {DJ reverses the record and scratches it back on beat} I'm f*kin anything when I'm snortin It's gonna cost 300 dollars to get my pit bull an abortion {dog whines} Some b* asked for my autograph I called her a whore, spit beer in her face and laughed I drop bombs like I was in Vietnam All bes is hoes, even my stinkin a mom [Proof] Aiyyo flashback, two feets, two deep up in that a** crack Weed laced with somethin {gun cocks} n** pass that In Amsterdam we only hang out with hash rats At a 'Stop the Violence' rally, I blast gats Be your mom on publishin, get your ASCAP-ped The Kuniva, divide up your cash stack Run your motherfkin pockets, ASAP I don't need a platinum chain, b** I snatch Shaq's Born loser, half theif and half black Bring your boys and your guns and get laughed at B smacker, rich rappers get they Jag jacked and found chopped up in a trash bag [Kuniva] We stranglin rappers until the point they can't yell cause they crew is full of fags and sweeter than bake sales Reckless, come from behind and snatch your necklace Gruesome, and causin more violence than nine hoodlums I grapple your adam's apple until it crackle Run right past you, turn around, grab you and stab you Get executed, cuz I'm a "Luni" I got a "Yukmouth" and it's polluted I cock it back then shoot it I love snatchin up players thugs and young ballers Shoot up the household, even the young toddlers Brigade barricade to bring the noise While the bullets break your bones up like Christmas toys If I go solo, I'm doin a song with Bolo A big Chinese n, screamin "Kuniva yo yo.." I leave ya face leakin, run up in church and smack the preacher while he's preachin Take a swing at the deacon [Kon Artis] I used to tell cats I sold weed and weight I was straight 'til I got caught sellin em shake I'm ignorant, with the intent to snatch your rent I got kicked out of summer camp for havin sex in my tent with the superintendent's daughter, my brain's out of order I've been a Kon Artis since I was swimmin in water In cahoots with this n named Carlisle Von who got fired from UPS for tryin to send you a bomb (Special delivery!) I signed to a local label for fun Say I got cancer, get dropped, take the advancement and run Driveby you in the rain while you carry your son Call your house and hang up on you for not givin me none Born straight up out a py but a son of a gun Got a reputation for havin n*z runnin they funds Used to be the type of n that was foldin some one's 'til I met your fat mama, now I'm rollin in dough Chorus [Eminem] Haha.. suck my motherfkin d* D-12.. Dirty motherfkin Dozen Nasty like a stank slut b** with thirty fkin husbands Bizarre kid Swifty McVeigh The Kon Artis The Kuniva Dirty Harry Haha, and Slim Shady..