looking down on you smiling And I didn't feel a thing So baby don't feel no pain Just smile back Sixty thousand people, all jumping out their seat The curtain
fellas, what, fellas, what Grab your left nut, make your right one jealous what Black girls, white girls, skinny girls, fat girls Tall girls, small girls, I'm callin
only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo No more games, I'ma change what you call rage Tear
Shady, Aftermath There she goes shakin' that *** on the floor Bumpin' and grindin' that pole The way she's grindin' that pole I think I'm losin' control
No, not fuck, I said fack F A C K, F A C K, fack, fack, fack, fackin' freak me Oh yeah girl, see baby, they call me Mr. Freaky Lets call your sister
elevated 'cuz once you put someone's kids in it The shit gets escalated, it ain't just words no more is it? It's a different ball game, callin' names
Whoo, hey, how you guys doin'? You want more? Alright, then shut up Shoo bee doo (Shoo bee doo) Shoo bee doo (Shoo bee doo) Shoo bee doo (Shoo bee doo
me and if you offend me I'm liftin' you 10 feet in the air I don't care who is there and who saw me just jaw you Go call you a lawyer, file you a lawsuit
Yeah, I know sometimes Things may not always make sense to you right now But hey, what daddy always tell you? Straighten up, little soldier Stiffen up
[Burp] Hey, how you guys doing? You want more? Alright... Then SHUTUP! Shubi-doo (Shubi-doo) Shubi-doo (Shubi-doo) Shubi-doo (Shubi-doo) Shubi-doo (
Traducción: Eminem. Intro (Curtain Call).
my God I wanna facking fack No, not fuck I said fack F A C K F A C K fack fack facking freak me oh yeah girl c baby They call me mr freaky Lets call your
: [Burp] Hey, how you guys doing? You want more? Alright... Then SHUTUP! Shubi-doo (Shubi-doo) Shubi-doo (Shubi-doo) Shubi-doo (Shubi-doo) Shubi-doo
bad.. 1st Chorus: volume gradually grows over raindrop background 2nd Chorus: full volume with beat right after "thunder" noise [Eminem as 'Stan'] Dear Slim, I wrote but you still ain't callin
: [Verse 1] These ideas are nightmares to white parents Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings Like whatever they say has
unfolds I suppose it's old partna', but the beat goes on Da da dum da dum da da [Hook] No more games, I'ma change what you call rage Tear this mothafuckin
