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lirik lagu eminem - frolic and play

[verse 1: eminem & proof]
last night i od’d on rush, mushrooms and dust
and got rushed to the hospital to get my system flushed (what)
shucks, i’m an alcoholic and that’s all i can say
i’ve called in to work ’cause all i do is frolic and play
i swallow grenades and take about a bottle a day
of tylenol 3 and talk about how violent i’ll be (yeah)
give me 11 excedrin and my head’ll spin
medicine’ll get me revvin’ like a 747 jet engine (woo)
scratched my b~lls ’til i shred the skin
doctor check this rash, look how red it’s been
it’s probably aids, forget it then (ha ha)
i’ll strike a still pose and hit you with some ill flows
that don’t even make sеnse like dyk~s usin’ d~ld~s
so rеach in your bill folds for 10 duckets
and pick up the slim shady stuff that’s on rawkus (yeah)
somethin’ somethin’ somethin’ somethin’, i can’t read it (i got your back)
my daughter scribbled over that rhyme, i couldn’t read it (i got your back)

[verse 2: proof]
ayo, the truth hurt when proof hurt
move the whole earth beneath your feet just like loose dirt
so f your politics if you swallow, feel the hollow tips rip
through your collar disc, learn your knowledges
then burn your colleges, i touch your grill
with the sk!ll of a dermatologist, your turn to follow this
acknowledge this head cracker, ho smacker
whack rapper attacker, internet hacker
no slacker, best factor, midwest bracket
yeah, you know about it, it’s us on your jacket
dj headscratcher like a hatchet, who can match it?
make you go~go like gadget, perform magic
without a wand, i drop bombs without saddam
a vet’ without ‘nam, i make sense without common ground
i’m still down y’all with my first crew
you got a fly style, i down that just like curfew
yo, i’m worth two ears and a mind full of attention
plus i’m ceo of the whack mc prevention
listen to a real gift over ill riffs
’cause you on the mic, me and slim ain’t tryna hear like will smith
your career’s not over with, come here to cope a spit
we heat the sub y’all before the supernova hit
i know the truth, so now i’m baring all
i made r. kelly confess he stole his first style from aaron hall
a whack mc with a gun, i’m not one
and when see kurt cobain tell him “bring back my shotgun”
i got one style for all y’all bazooka
ayo, if i was 2pac, i’d come back from cuba
rhyme with me when i push on her tooters
tryna get wild and then we bust like lugers
me and my man slim shady, we pen great~y
take our 80 mc’s, you know west what, what
what, what, what
what
[verse 3: eminem & proof]
aight, aight
yo, yo yo (yeah)

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