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Eminem - Under The Influence (Featuring Lyrics - Lyrics2You
Song:Under The Influence (Featuring
Album:The Marshall Mathers LPGenres:Rap
Year: Length:322 sec


Na na na na na na na na na na, na na
So you can suck my dick if you don't like my shit
'Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck my dick

Two pills I pop till my pupils swell up like two pennies
I'm Clint Eastwood in his mid-20's
A young-ass man with a trash can strapped to the back of hisass
So the rats can't chew through his last pants

I'm like a mummy at night, fightin with bright lightning
Frightened with five little white Vicodin pills bitin' him
I'm like a fucking wasp in the hospital, lost
Stingin the fuck out of everything I come across in the halls

I light a candle and place it up on the mantle
Grab a knife by the blade and stab you with the fucking handle
So when you find yourself wrapped up in the blinds hurtin'
(Bitch it's too late)
'Cause once you're hung from the drapes, it's "curtains"

I'm an instigator, three-eighty slug penetrator
Degrading, creatin' murders to kill haters
Accused for every crime known to the Equator
They knew I did it, for havin blood on my gators

My weed'll hit your chest like a double-barreled gaugean
I'm a black grenade that'll blow up in your face
With a fifth in me, when I guzzle Remy
I do shit on purpose, You'll never hear me say "forgive me"

I'm snatchin every penny, it's gotta be that way, nigga face it
That weed I sold to you? Regate laced it
You had it, I'll make the President get a face-lift
Niggas just afraid, handin' me their bracelets

Chillin in the lab wasted
I'm the type that'll drink Kahlua and Gin, and throw up on the mic
Don't like this rule, you get socked right on sight
And even at the Million Man March, we gon' fight

So you can suck my dick if you don't like my shit
'Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck my dick
'Cause I don't give a fuck if you don't like my shit
'Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck my dick

I'm a compulsive liar, set my preacher on fire
Slash your tires, find out, thinkin they're mine
Plate's expired, so as soon as I'm hired, I'm fired
Jackin my dick off in a band of barbed wires

"Hey, is Bizarre performing?"
Bitch, didn't you read the flyer?
Special invited guest will be Richard Pryor
"Aren't you a male dancer?"
Naw bitch, I'm retired,
for fuckin a bitch in the ass with a tire iron

I'm ripped, I'm on an acid trip
My DJ's in a coma for lettin the record skip
Lettin the record skip - lettin the record skip (Damn!)
(Reverse revolving of record)

I'm fuckin' anything when I'm snortin
It's gonna cost $300 dollars to get my pitbull an Abortion
Some bitch asked for my autograph
I called her a whore, spit beer in her face and laughed
I drop bombs like I was in Vietnam
All bitches is hoes, even my stinkin ass mom

Ayo flashback
Two seats, too deep up in that asscrack
Weed laced with somethin, nigga pass that
In Amsterdam we only hang out with hashrats

At a Stop The Violence rally, I blast gats
Be it a mom or publishing, Get your ASCAP-ed
The Kuniva, divider Yo cash that
Run your motherfucking pockets ASAP

I don't need a platinum chain, Bitch, I'll snatch Shaq's
Born loser -- Half thief and half black
Bring your boys and your guns, and get laughed at
Bitch smack 'em, rich rappers get ejac-jacked
And found chopped up in a trash bag

We stranglin rappers to the point they can't yell
'Cause their crew is full of fags, sweeter than bake sales
Wreckless, come from behind and snatch your necklace
Cruisin and causin more trouble than nine hoodlums

I rattle your Adam's Apple until it crackles
Run right past you, turn around, grab you and stab you
Get executed, 'cause I'm a looney
I got an adept mind, and it's polluted
I cock it back then shoot it

I love snatchin' up players, thugs, and young ballers
Shoot up they household, even the young toddlers
Brigades barricade to bring the noise
While the bullets break you bones up like Christmas toys

If I go solo, I'm doing a song with Bolo
A big Chinese nigga, screamin "Kuniva yo-yo"
I'll leave your face leakin
Run up in church and smack the preacher while he's preachin
Take a swing at the deacon

Kon Artis
I used to tell cats I sold weed and weight
I was straight until I got caught sellin em shake
I'm ignorant, with the intent to snatch your rent
I got kicked out of summer camp for havin sex in my tent

With the superintendent's daughter
My brains out of order
I've been a Kon Artis since I was swimmin in water
In cahoots with this nigga named Carisle Von
Who got fired from UPS for tryin' to send you a bomb
(Special delivery)

I'll sign to a local label for fun
Say I get cancer, get dropped, take the advancement and run
Drive by you in the rain while you carry your son
Call your house and hang up on you for not givin me none

Born straight up out a pussy but the son of a gun
Got a reputation for havin niggas run up they funds
Used to be the type of nigga that was full of some ones
Til I met your fat mama, now I'm rollin in dough

So you can suck my dick if you don't like my shit
'Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck my dick
'Cause I don't give a fuck if you don't like my shit
'Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck my dick

Suck my motherfucking dick...
D12... Dirty motherfucking Dozen...
Assed you like a snake slut bitch with 30 fucking husbands...
Bizarre Kid... Swifty McVay... The Kon Artis... The Kuniva...
Derty Hairy... Haha, and Slim Shady...


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