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Baby[*baby crying*]One thousand different houses and Münchhausen I'mma make you wanna punch out some-fucking-one "Ouch!" What the fuck'd you hit me for? Scream "life" as I punch counter and bunches out of anger I once encountered a stranger In a dumb gown, black hood With a scythe Shit I laughed in his face spit Bitch gave me an extra life, like "Take this!" Now get your ass back in that game, bitch Don't take shit for granted And don't take shit, give it! Only bull you should take is by the horns A mixture of Whitey Ford and Mighty Thor I everlast, pen is mightier than sword Finish writing then record Replenish, keep writing more Nothing's riding on it but your pride is all you're fighting for So you fight, scratch, you claw Back's to wall No one was there to catch you fall You pick yourself back up, you dust your jacket off You grab your balls, like they're gargantuan and Ask yourself how fucking bad you want it Pull out your pass for whooping ass and flash it on 'em Nobody's gonna back you in the corner You're a hornet No one's more ignorant Than you fuckin' four in the morning You're at the laboratory, storming Like there's nothing that's more important MC's you better consider this a formal warning You're in for it Girl, what would you do if I said your body was off the chain And I told you I smile every single time I saw your face? I ain't finished, bitch I meant in half, oil the blades Nobody wants to play They say I'm a spoiled little baby But Nobody puts baby in the corner I'm only tryna warn ya 'Cause that baby gets mad And gets to throwing a tantrum He'll fucking flip on ya 'Cause nobody puts baby in the corner I'm only tryna warn ya 'Cause that baby gets mad And gets to throwing a tantrum He'll fucking flip on ya What goes through an addict's brain? Besides static pain and Big Daddy Kane Breakbeats and words An erratic train of thought Like splatter paint Scatter-brained Yeah maybe that explains Why you're back but don't rap the same And you're looking way thinner 'Cause your hunger got you looking like They took away dinner (chooka) "Sugar Ray" Leonard wouldn't sugar-coat a fucking booger though Just to wipe that bitch on a hooker's coat When you say you're a chooka what chooka what Now fling that bitch from your fingertips Hope it lands on another rap singer's lips Who can't think of shit Anything of wit, that's interesting to spit Who's king of this fucking English Lit? Let your middle fingers flip on each hand While extending this shit How low can you go? Lower than Chuck D ho Hear the bassiness in my voice? Rocky's back, where's my Adrian? Nobody's crazy as Shady in an eighty million mile radius I'm what Tom Brady is to the patriots to rap Not a man, I'm a weapon Who just happened to be a rapper Who just happen to be on the crapper When it happened I had an epiphany In the bathroom, I'd never be the same after Now I'm back with an appe-tite For destruction, the fucking recipe for disaster So let's eat 'cause I'm famished Every deed is a dastardly one Evilish bastard, even you askin' for me to be po-lite To people's like me havin' my teeth pulled Nobody puts baby in the corner I'm only tryna warn ya 'Cause that baby gets mad And gets to throwing a tantrum He'll fucking flip on ya 'Cause nobody puts baby in the corner I'm only tryna warn ya 'Cause that baby gets mad And gets to throwing a tantrum He'll fucking flip on ya So step inside a dimension The demented side of a mind That's like an inside of an engine While I multiply your undivided attention But be reminded: if I didn't mention I lose my mind and my temper You'll be the first one Who finds him offensive Got him climbing the fences Lost some time to addiction But look up rhyme in the dictionary I'm in the picture Eminem is the synonym for it I'm an enigma Fuck it, let's get to the meat balls I'm gonna skip the veg and potatoes Edumacator they are Shit legends are made of Spit treacherous data Shit that you would say to your worst enemy This wretched is What you get when you mix Treach with a Jada Then combine 'em with Method Man and Redman With methamphetamines in his left hand And in his right there's a sledge-hammer In pajamas, standing in front of a webcam Beating himself in the head, 'til Russell lets him off Def Jam Maybe I need my head examed Hannibal Lecter with a dead lamb Hanging from his ceiling dripping with a bed pan I need meds! Swear to God 'cause if I go off the edge T.I. ain't talking me off a ledge man Heart throb at a fart, ah nah More like a smart slob, part blob That'll stab you with a sharp object To the heart and leave claw marks All over the Wal-Mart walls Little baby with large balls Fuck mud slinging, I'm blood flinging There's nothing on this fucking Earth better than being The king of the playground I hate the swings but I love being an underdog 'Cause when I'm pushed I end up swinging up Nobody puts baby in the corner I'm only tryna warn ya 'Cause that baby gets mad And gets to throwing a tantrum He'll fucking flip on ya 'Cause nobody puts baby in the corner I'm only tryna warn ya 'Cause that baby gets mad And gets to throwing a tantrum He'll fucking flip on ya |