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Eminem Vegas feat. Royce Da 5`9

Eminem Vegas feat. Royce Da 5`9

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[Verse 1: Eminem]

Got a shitty grin, bitch show me them itty-bitty titties again

We`re in Sin City, since when did we begin to get addicted to dope

Diggity bitch you need to go run and go get your friggidy-friends

I`m looking at your bum-stickdy-bum hun

The migidy mac`s, bigidy back

Don`t act wigidy-wack, you can get the fididy-finger, the middle

You little busy bitch, stick-stickity in

Got a 6 o` clock craving, stop get Ciroc

It`s about to be an unbelievable night

I call it surreal, so mix a lot tape in

Hit the next spot to spot my next victim

I`m picky like I missed a spot shaving

Came to sip vodka, shit yeah, that little chick is hot but if she got rabies

I wouldn`t give the bitch a shot, I poke her in the rear

But I bet if I lick her, she`ll try to chase me (Haha)

What are you pit, rot, mixed or you just got fixed well shit then let`s lip-lock

Piss off you little snobby little pig snot nose

You think you`re hot shit cause you`re in heat

Well get your girl solar

Then I`m your polar opposite dog cause I`m colder than popsicle sticks, poppin` shit

Talkin` it, walkin` it, spit rocks

Then my sick thoughts are about to lick shots

Like this shit`s hopping, and did-dropping in chocolate-y whip-topping

So whether you`re Hip Hop, Slipknot, Big, Pac

Kid Rock, Kris Kross, Rick Ross, you`ll dig this

If not then kickbox in flip flops

And I produced the track

So you don`t have to ask who it is when this shit knocks (TURN UP!)

So [?] and I`mma keep on saying all the shit I should be hung for, probably killed for saying

And I probably will, but not until the day I pop a pill again

And drop until I drop

And Shady in a coma [?], Mohammad is in Parkinson`s [?]

My brain made me Robin Williams crazy,

Boy end up with dementia, rocking with a sadist

But ain`t a sadist, but if the thought is entertaining

I ain`t stopping till be sprayed it

Oh my god, for real man, not again I`m shaking

But before I tie a rope around this nob

If they don`t like it, got a knob they can slob on until –

Wait I just forgot what I was thinking…

What`s it called again? I`m blanking

Some thing about the balls between my legs and I think I can feel it dangling, it`s throbbing and it`s veining

Wait I think I got it, okay bitch I got you, Robin Williams [?]

Bitch go hang in the lobby unless you came to slob me

Come on kemosabe

It`s past time, like your favorite hobby

Cause if the way that I spit shit remains on my dick then she grab me by the nuts and tried to take my sausage as a hostage

Ain`t it obvious? Pretty much a no brainer, or should I say Cobainer?

That she`s plain addicted to my dick like Lorena Bobbit

Got a wean her off it, weiner off it like she took my fucking penis, chopped it, and stuck it up between her armpits

And she begun to swing a crumpet knife and paint the carpet, at least that`s what her train of thought is

Cause I came, saw, conquered, hit it, quit it, and made a [?]

And I always end up giving these bitches some complex

And I don`t mean apartment

So spread your feet apart

And let me see you do some yoga stretches, splits

Now grab this Cuisinart

And make me breakfast, bitch, that`s a prerequisite

And that`s just to get in this bedroom, bitch

Walked up to that Ke$ha chick (what up?)

Said my name is Booger, wanna catch a flick?

I`ll even let you pick, make her fetch a stick

Bet you if you get this old dog these new tricks

To get familiar with I`ll learn extra quick

Kick a pregnant bitch, oops, I guess the shit

Took an unexpected twist like the neck of the freaking exorcist

Bitch, I said that this mask ain`t for hockey

Hate Versace, Versace, I got Münchhausen by proxy

I`m making you sick, don`t pretend you can`t hear me

You deaf, girl, I said you was foxy

I`ll tell a bitch like Bizarre

Bitch, shut the fuck up and get in my car

And suck my fucking dick while I take a shit

And I think with my dick so come blow my mind

And it tastes like humble pie

So swallow my pride, your lucky just to follow my ride

If I let you run alongside the Humvee

Unless you`re Nicki, grab you by the wrist, let`s ski

So what`s it gon` be? Put that shit away Iggy

You don`t wanna blow that rape whistle on me

(Scream!) I love it

`Fore I get lost with the gettin` off

Like this is our exit, now lets hit the highway and try not to get lost

`Till we get to Las Vegas

[Bridge: Eminem]

(Party, do it `till tomorrow)


`Till we get to Las Vegas

(Party, do it `till tomorrow)


`Till we get to Las Vegas

(Party, do it `till tomorrow)


`Till we get to Las Vegas

(Party, do it `till tomorrow)


[Chorus: Eminem]

Whatever happens here, stays here

So let`s go all the way here

Til we get to Las Vegas

[Verse 2: Royce da 5`9]

Whatever happens in my room, it stays in my room like movie night like cable

Treat every women in my stable like flavors

Looking like she kryptonite and I get weak after like 7 days

In 7 nights in the days and it`s our Vegas

We rolling circles and packs, we the lifesavers

She got a boyfriend, I got a toy then

I`ll bring her with me when I show up to her crib waving

And I ain`t tryna be the nice neighbor

I`m so Jay Electronic I`m cut like I`m all out of razors

And all I got is a gun left with a bayonet on it

Next ho froze and it look like I walked in to a jewelry store

With a about a million dollars with your mama

And sat down did an ALS challenge, haaaan

I stole that adlib from French, Bad & Evil back at it again

About to get my back tatted again

About to get a pic of a backstabber with an axe in his hand

Sitting on a bike in the sand

If you ain`t been through nothing

Then that shouldn`t mean nothing to you like legs on a crab

If she current I keep her pussy purring like the lights on a lamp

We got her so chinky eyed

Look like she been getting high on a flight to Japan

I keep my jewelry on while I`m fucking

Sound like I`m shaking up dice in a can

Listen, though this ain`t Christmas I make you my ex miss

If this is my passion

I learn to give those who don`t appreciate my presence

The gift of my absence

I don`t know who you been listening to

Got me fucked up like pookie in the chicken coupe

Bitch, I don`t give a two shits

Bitch, get the fuck out of my face

To make a long story short, I don`t really gotta stand there

And listen to you while you throw a silly tantrum

Even though I have an affinity for witty banter

Starting to feel like foulplay like Billy Laimbeer

Hold up, she misunderstood me


I knock a nigga face off

Give him the bottom of the nine a baseball (whatever..)

I leave the club with my tab still open

Won`t even get a cab for you and your friend

The only fear I have is of loathing

And I won`t even kick in `till we get to Las Vegas

[Bridge: Eminem]

[Chorus: Eminem]