Whitey's Revenge歌词-Eminem
Whitey's Revenge
Eminem
Diss Me Diss You
Whitey's Revenge - Eminem (埃米纳姆)
What Did I hurt your feelings
Aah I'm supposed to be scared now right
Yo I like to dedicate this record right here
To Mr Marshall Mathers mother
Yeah here's one for your moms
Here comes the mighty
The one they call whitey
Oh your son's a whitey
An all dick writer
So won't that b**ch Slim Shady please act up
Get smacked up
Get your eye's blacked up
Your got a candy assed name
Your a candy assed rapper
I'll smack you up shut you off like the clapper
Who ever said you were raw son they lied
I know that sh*t I spit on Dilated hurt your pride
Screamin' on a record on how you wish I died
But you don't want to see me on this phsyical side
You just a fake tough guy tryin' to act hard
But won't walk into a lobby without a body guard
You ain't finding my car you ain't ridin' the train
Back in the day kids like you got robbed for their chains
Step to me like a man and the hands get slain
Matter of fact when you see me b**ch give me some brain
Yo it's like that
We can fight jack
Let's put the mics down
You'll catch a beat down
I get love in New York
Got fam in LA
I heard you might be the MC thats gay
With your platium blunt season you look like a hoe
Like Eminem stands for Marilyn Monroe
Talking about killin' sprees you ain't like that yo
Making a lot of enemies that's all for show
Your punk extesie junkie you waste of skills
Stop ridin' my deals
Stay high on pills
Boy I hope you go bleed
Don't be playin' with me
Little b**ch need to watch what you sayin' to me
Talkin' sh*t for shock value boy you ain't real
Turn hard the day Dre gave you a record deal
You went and sold your soul for some mass appeal
Serve up that orderve kid now eat this meal
Instead worry about you should be dissin'
Need to worry about who your wifey been kissin'
And when go to prison while you doin' your bid
I'll do look in on your lady and do things for your kid
Make her write you letters about the things we did
Send you pictures of me chillin' all up in your crib
And that sh*t about Sway and Tek that was a fib
The first time you met me I showed you love in DC
But you were scared like a p**sy with your eyes on the floor
While your crew showed me love outside the front door
Talkin' about hey yo what's up ain't you Whitey Ford
I love that song what it's like and jam praise the lord
I don't do this for the money I do it for fun
You might hang around some gangsters but you ain't one
And you won't be slappin' me with no empty gun
Talkin' about a fag
But your the one in drag
You can't keep your woman from going a stray
Better run and go check that kid for your DNA
I take care of my moms
And you get sued by yours
What's your corny metaphors
About *** and crack whores
You're a sucka
Word up for real
You wanna talk some sh*t money
Come talk it with the hands b
I ain't wastin' no more time with you
F**k this sh*t that's it
