Greg / Bitches Ain’t Shit (Mixed)

Lyrics
[Verse] Met a retarded kid named Greg with a wooden leg Snatched it off and beat him over the fucking head with the peg Go to bed with the keg, wake up with the 40 Mix it with Alka Seltzer and Formula 44D Fuck an acid tab, I'll strap the whole sheet to my forehead Wait until it absorbed in and fell to the floor dead No more said, case closed, end of discussion I'm blowing up like spontaneous human combustion Leaving you in the aftermath of holocaust and traumas Cross the bombers? We blowing up your house, killing your parеnts And coming back to get your foster mamas And I'm as good at keeping a promise as Nostradamus 'Causе I ain't making no more threats I'm doing drive-bys in tinted Corvettes on Vietnam war vets I'm more or less sick in the head Maybe more 'cause I smoked crack today, yesterday and the day before Saboteur, walk the block with a Labrador Strapped with more corral for war than El Salvador Foul style galore, verbal cow manure Coming together like an eyebrow on Al B. Sure Motherfucker
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Credits
- Writers
- Eminem
- Dr. Dre
- Scram Jones