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lirik lagu d 12 - blow my buzz

[swifty mcvay]
hmm, yeah
this just one of them days when yo’ -ss just wanna chill out
and motherf-ckers be all in yo’ ear and sh-t, yknowhati’msayin?
or that naggin b-tch, that just like to hear herself talk
blowin all yo’ high away
now that’s some f-cked up sh-t, heh
but it happens, yknowhati’msayin? yo

[eminem]
yo yo yo yo
schizophrenia, how many of ya got it?
how many motherf-ckers can say they psychotic?
how many motherf-ckers can say they brain dry-rotted from pot?
you got it like i got it or not?
if you did, you would know just what i’m talkin bout
when your tongue’s rottin out from cotton-mouth
when you end up becomin so dependent on weed
that you end up spendin a g in the vendin machine
you got the munchies, look at you, junk food junkie
potato chips and lunch meat, up in the front seat
sometimes you can get so paranoid from ganja
that’s it gotcha thinkin the whole world is watchin ya
or maybe you don’t smoke, maybe you just roll
but whatever your drug’s yo, go for the gusto
just don’t, come f-ck with me when i’m doin my drugs
you see me in the club don’t come f-ckin my high up and

[chorus: d-12]
blow, my, buzz
you want to want to just don’t blow, my, buzz
(do what you want to) and i’m gon’ sit here and just roll, my, drugs
(smoke my weeeeed) and if you talk i’m gonna f-ck, you, up
(i might just whoop yo’ -ss) just don’t say sh-t and we’ll be cool

[bizarre]
[ding dong] b-tch let me in the house (avon?)
no, i just came to eat your mother out
it’s the big guy, doin a b-tterfly to the ground (go ‘head!)

[eminem] bizarre sit yo’ nasty -ss down

[bizarre]
i spot this fat b-tch from across the room
now suck my d-ck while your boyfriend’s in the bathroom (yea yea!)
my face is pink, lookin for a sink
and don’t worry bout what i put in your drink
it’s called a date-rape drug, ten minutes you’ll be f-cked up
open your nasty–ss legs up (yeah you wh-r-)
b-tches i’m catchin, blunts i’m matchin
don’t call me bizarre, i’m the reverand jesse jackson

[swifty mcvay]
who the f-ck is this guy, why the h-ll you in my presence?
it’d be cool if you was askin me some reasonable questions
but you on some bullsh-t n-gg-, this yo’ last beer (f’real)
get the f-ck off my d-ck and tell yo’ b-tch to bring here -ss here
i kick a hoe out without givin her cabfare
and leave her barefooted just for naggin in my d-mn ear
when i’m out eatin, you f-gs’ll interfere
they don’t go until i let ’em know a mag’ is sittin here
i get drunk and i smoke weed, whatcho’ -ss wanna hear?
i didn’t answer you clear, i met manson this year okay?
you want some yay? i’ll front yo’ -ss a play
but other than that, get the h-ll out my face
because you n-gg-z tryin to

[chorus w/ variations]

[kun] yo denaun you seem shook
[kon] i really am dawg look
this fat b-tch keep chasin me tryin to give me the nook
[kun] aww man you probably lead her on
[kon] i just bought her a beer!
[kun] i saw her rubbin on your head while she was wipin your tears
[kon] i admit, i was high, but you ain’t seen me cryin
[kun] n-gg- you lyin, and you blowin my high, just stop denyin it
[kon] well at least somebody in this bar is, this big b-tch did
the ultimate by sayin she wanted to have my kids
[kun] look man you grown, just leave me alone, i’m in the zone
call it a night, get stoned, and take that fat sl-t home
just drink the drink, hit the dank, do some drugs
go kill yourself
[kon] f-ck you!
[kun] well stop blowin my buzz!

[proof]
i’m at the front of the bar by the lounge in the back
with a sl-t on my arm while i’m downin the ‘gnac
got the pills in my system, floatin around
everytime i start driftin, someone open they mouth
yo my ear been spit licked and freestyled in
i think i’m goin def like old senile men
only one good demo out of three thousand
(yo i ain’t wanna rap for you anyway, so keep talkin)
next n-gg- that b-mp me, i’ma do the humpty
and elbow b-tches, ’til everybody jump me

(yo man wh-ssup wit you man why you keep b-mpin me and sh-t)
wh-ssup fool? f-ck you punk!
(motherf-cker, the f-ck? it’s on fool it’s on! wh-ssup then n-gg-?)

[chorus w/ variations]

we’ll be cool
we’ll be cool if you don’t talk while i’m just tryin to smoke my weed
smoke my weed..
i’m tryin to drink with my n-gg-z; just shut the f-ck up
while i’m just tryin to get blowed
spittin to me some mo’.. (hehehe)

i’ll see you at eight, b-tch

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