Just Rhyming with Proof Lyrics

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Around with my ass showing all over the fuckin town

....Then you get done up in chalk

You can hold my nuts steady and then
That means... you, her or him
It doesnt matter cause I'm Eminem

Ha ha....don't stop
We get in that ass Preparation-H style
Everybody tryina tell us to wait now
Tryin to dance around
How the fuck it feel lock in hand set now
Sever your style .. Divide and Parish
Part ish...when my cart is bustin thru this
Wassup to Bizarre Kid
Targets get hit and liftoff
Here it is we bout to rip off
Lick time...we gettin dick snot

Speakin of lift off
That they bore me and I woke up too late this morning
Or too early...wait a minute there goes Shirley
The girly I fucked last year when her hair was curly
Couldn't remember it cuz I was Infinite
And I met Ken Kaniff in Connecticut
He said his predicates and pronouns and wanted to throw down

And he said “I like you”...and then he walked up and said “Let me snake bite you”

Yo it's the D to the 1 - 2
What you wanna get done to
Your chest plate...eradicate
Get your flesh ate...easily done..Here it is need to write shit...cuz when we write shit
Y'all like to buy shit
...that why street light up when we write stuff
It's time to be the champions at's D-12
1-2 True crew...Slim Shady and Big Proof
Knockin over igloos in Alaska when we blast ya
A massacre creator, one time for data
Darker than Vader...go anybody hot as the Equator
Girls wanna blow us like Monica....Lewinsky
Come against me

Go and see I'm an invincible MC
If you dont believe it then you wanna try to convince me
That you're doper than me...which we'll hope
And nationwide...thats why my ass is wide
Thats why your ass just died on the passenger side
Like a fuckin ride...when it got shot up by a drive-by
When I drove by 5 times and gave it five tries
And still missed it

I got a fuckin' mental illness a gentle stillness
If you do I'll choke you and then I guarantee I'll out smoke you
You're crew's a joke too and I can stick my dick in a bitch and poke you

Knock ya eye out the sock...(sock)
We lunatics with mics and we dont stop we come to rock
The dirty dozen is non-stop
To the top from tree tops to ewoks that pop Reeboks
And men with pre-ops
Yo now there is 3-Pac's
Master P....Thug Life and now it's 2pac
Get back to that goes the rhyme that you dropped

The rhyme that I dropped is stickin up IHOP
In high tops and walking around like a one-eyed Cyclops
But I rock the microphone with my flyness

Ayo...a lot of people always try to tell us...that we gonna be better or failures
But me or Slim yo you can't tell me
You try to freestyle son we gon' put these verses on your LP

My whole LP...tha last one was screaming help me
You couldn't melt me if you was Vanilla Ice...Yo guess what
My Nuuuuuuuuutz!!
Here I go with the lyrical miracle...spiritual dont wanna hear it though
I rickety rock the microphone
I take a beat and loop it...I take a beat and troop it
What the fuck did that mean...I dont know but I got phat jeans on

Yo wheres the beds at so we can relax and catch Ease
Y'all dont want none of tha dirty Deez
From the 3-1 its for the three of thirds
One third MC yo we smoke y'all like herbs
Under the curb early morn take it to born
Y'all get broke up...put back together
Some times you see just a faggot

Faggot....uh oh...was that homophobic...?
But no one knows it...and I'm so homophobic
I won't even throw clothes in the closet

Acrossed it
This beer makes me wanna disappear this year
I'm so high I'm 'bout to die...and I'm so tired I'm 'bout to fry
You're so fired you're down

[Proof]'s's the hamster man
Coming all the way from Amsterdam

And I come to tell you all a little secret
So you can it got to grab your crackers

Quit spittin your writ shit bitch I'll kill you and kick you
In your motherfuckin' dick and your little pussy
Hermaphrodite with no appetite

And you ain't rappin' right but you was taking rapid bites
Of my dick when you was on brain is haunted
I walk up in a place in a T-shirt wit my stains on it
Give a piss give a dick give a lick

[Proof] and direct it's us
You better back up

You better back up before I jack off
Back off before I jack off

You better back off before he jack off (laughing)
You better back off before I jack off

Colder than Jack Frost...smack you across your face
While I'm still jackin off
Sittin' in the closet beatin' my shit
Ain't got nuttin' else to do cuz I'm thinkin' of a bitch
Wait a minute ...oh shit she's here
Look who walked in the door....come in it's Britney Spears!!!!
(Ken Kaniff)
Oh....come here little girl
Come here little girl

What happened? (I dunno)
We stopped rappin' (Oh it's clappin')
Gun clappin' ...and all I need is one napkin to wipe the cum off
When I come off with the drum off
Whatever the hell that meant...but I can still speak wit' a accent
A French accent
Excuse my French but

Damn cock

Yo while you're spraying ain't even fuckin' saying words
(THuuuG) Pronounce your words right...and you can ride around curbs
And bounce your herbs tight
What the fuck ? (Yo somethin' is in the beat that keeps talkin')
Yo put another beat on before you get peed on

Yo are we done or what? They want us to freestyle for 45 min—

Hi...Hi.... My name is name name is
Slim Shady...Slim Shady...
Bitch you're little just like that Kim lady
And I'm in sky rock radio...the shadiest bro on the radio
But you dont hear me though
