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    Eminem: Aite
    Fred Durst: Check! Slim Shady, do the mic. kid

    (Eminem)
    I don't do black music
    I don't do Withe music
    I make fight music
    For High School kids
    I pull side full grips
    When I drive like this {screech}
    With a slipped disk

    From a Limp Bizkit diss
    I just missed the gift list for Christmas gifts
    So I get pissed and can't pick which wrist to slit
    Little rich kids in cribs
    Don't attempt this shit
    Just step back
    While I prep up to pimp this bitch
    So I said to the girl, I'm like
    "What up girl?"
    "Shut up girl!"
    And showed her a cut-up squirrel
    She screamed bloody murder so loud everybody heard her
    Slapped me in the mouth and called me a nutty murderer
    I moved on to two blondes
    And kissed 'em on a futon
    {Ay yo baby!}
    {What do you want?!}
    I looked at 'em both and I was like
    "Look, check this out toots, I'm lookin' for cookie pus"
    I need to speak to 'em immediately
    They played my video on MTV last week
    And just when I was thinkin' I was all that and then some
    In comes Fred Durst

    (Fred Durst)
    Yo Shady let me get some
    Who knows what galaxy I came from
    One where a bass drum hung from my high chair
    Now I'm a nightmare
    You stay right there
    I got the diva
    Hold the flavor of a single
    See me and Shady?
    I think we got a lock down
    Shocked by the sound
    I got you cruisin' with your top down
    These two blondes
    I offered 'em both a drink
    And this you would think
    Could get the party started
    But instead them girls turned their heads
    Opened up their mouths
    Smelt like somebody farted
    So if it's time for me to move on
    Shady said the livin' room was a dance floor
    So turn me loose
    I was cuttin' the rug with this chick
    Bumped into this dude who was drunk
    And a prick
    Ramblin' on about how
    He was gonna kill me
    Wow!
    I spilled a drink on his shirt
    But no- He insisted we should go
    Before I could drop 'em
    Shady had to clock 'em
    The music stopped
    The party stood in shock
    So I looked around
    Grabbed the cutest girl and did the smurf

    Turn me loose
    Turn me loose
    Turn me loose
    Turn me loose
    This party's goin' my way
    Or no way at all
    But don't you
    Turn me loose
    Turn me loose
    Turn me loose
    This party's goin' my way
    Or no way at all

    (Eminem)
    Turn me loose
    You better tell 'em to come re-shingle the roof
    Just keep feedin' me free drinks till I puke
    And Fred'll ask me to lead sing in his group
    I'm sick at the barn
    I'm not bein' approached
    Cuz Fred's over there stealin' all of my hoes
    {Yo Fred save me some}
    I walked up to these saimese twins
    And asked to have a threesome
    Told 'em two heads are better that one
    Plus I respect how y'all roll together as one
    Got a slap in the teeth and a kick in the groin
    Stood up like "Ay wait, where you goin" {bye!}
    Oh well
    Three strikes and I'm out
    I struck out and stood tied to the road {ouch}
    I ain't tryin' no more
    Fuck it- I'm chillin'
    Get a shot of yable {ahhh}
    Fell asleep on the ceiling

    (Fred Durst)
    Who knows what galaxy I came from
    One where a bass drum hung from my high chair
    Now I'm a nightmare
    You stay right there
    I got the diva
    Hold the flavor of a single
    See me and Shady?
    I think we got a lock down
    Shocked by the sound
    I got you cruisin' with your top down
    These two blondes
    I offered 'em both a drink
    And this you would think
    Could get the party started
    But instead them girls turned their heads
    Opened up their mouths
    Smelt like somebody farted
    So if it's time for me to move on
    Shady said the livin' room was a dance floor
    So turn me loose
    I was cuttin' the rug with this chick
    Bumped into this dude who was drunk
    And a prick
    Ramblin' on about how
    He was gonna kill me
    Wow!
    I spilled a drink on his shirt

    Turn me loose
    Turn me loose
    Turn me loose
    Turn me loose
    This party's goin' my way
    Or no way at all
    But don't you
    Turn me loose
    Turn me loose
    Turn me loose
    This party's goin' my way
    Or no way at all

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