Crack A Bottle

Ooww Ladies and gentlemen

The moment you’ve all been waiting for

In this corner : weighing 175 pounds

with a record of 17 rapes, 400 assaults, and 4 murders

the undisputed, most diabolic villain in the world :

Slim Shady!

So crack a bottle, let your body waddle

Don’t act like a snobby model you just hit the lotto

O-oh o-oh, bitch3s hopping in my Tahoe

Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got gloves

Now where’s the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers?

I noticed there’s so many of them

and there’s really not that many of us.

Ladies love us and my posse’s kicking up dust.

It’s on till the break of dawn

and we’re starting this party from dusk

Ok … let’s go

Back when Andre, the giant, mister elephant tusk

Fix your must, you’ll just be another one bit the dust

Just one up my mothers son who got thrown under the bus

Kiss my butt. Lick from under cheese from under my nuts

It disgusts me to see the game the way that it looks

Its a must I redeem my name n haters get mushed.

Bitch3s lust. Man they love me when I lay in the cut.

Fist the cut. The lady give her eighty some paper cut.

Now picture us. Its ridiculous you curse at the thought

Cuz when I spit the verse the sh-t

gets worse then worcestershire sauce

If I could fit the words as picture perfect, works every time

Every verse, every line, as simple as nursery rhymes

Its elementary. The elephants have entered the room.

I venture to say with the center of attention its true

Not to mention back with a vengeance so here’s the signal

Of the bat symbol. The platinum trio’s back on you hoes.

Eminem

So crack a bottle, let your body waddle

Don’t act like a snobby model you just hit the lotto

O-oh o-oh, bitch3s hopping in my Tahoe

Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got gloves

Now where’s the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers?

I noticed there’s so many of them

and there’s really not that many of us.

Ladies love us and my posse’s kicking up dust.

It’s on till the break of dawn

and we’re starting this party from dusk

Ok … let’s go

Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Dre

Chorus

Dr Dre

They see that low rider go by there, like Oh my!

You ain’t got to tell me why you’re sick cuz I know why.

I dip through in that six trey like sick em Dre.

I’m an itch that they cant scratch, they’re sick of me.

But hey, what else can I say? I love LA.

Cuz over and above all, its just another day

And this one begins where the last one ends.

Pick up where we left off and get smashed again.

I’ll be dammed, just f*cked around and crashed my Benz.

Driving around with a smashed front end

Lets cash that one in.

Grab another one from out the stable

The Monte Carlo, El Camino or the El Dorado

The hell if I know.

Do I want leather seats or vinyl?

Decisions, decision

Garage looks like precision collision.

Or maico beats quake like Waco

Just keep the bass low speakers away from your face though

Chorus

And I take great pleasure in introducing: 50 Cent

50 Cent

It’s bottle after bottle

The money ain’t a thang when you party with me

Its what we into its simple

We ball out of control like you wouldn’t believe

I’m the napalm the bomb the don i’m King Kong

Get rolled on wrapped up and reigned on

I’m so calm through Vietnam ring the alarm

Bring the shaun dawn burn marajauan do what you want

Nigga on and on till the break of what

Get the paper man i’m caking you know i don’t give a f*ck

I spend it like it don’t mean nothing

Blow it like its supposed to be blown

Motherf*cker i’m grown

I stunt i style i flash the sh-t

I gets what the f*ck i want so what I trick

Fat ass burgundy bags classy sh-t Jimmy Cho shoes

I say move a bitch move