Session One - Eminem

Ladies and gentlemen, make some noise!

You ready to get this shit started or what?

Alright, cause I brought some friends with me too

Now I ain't back just for the sake of just sayin I'm back

I could relax but I'd rather stack ammo on tracks

Couple Xanax, light a couple wax candles then black

Out and relapse 'til I yack Jack Daniels and 'gnac

Burp bubbles, attitude's immaturing

Double shot of Bacardi, party, vision is blurring

Whoa-oh, I can't see shit, my words get to slurring

Uh-oh! You can call me R. Kelly now, you're in

Trouble! What's occurring befo', after, and during the show

Has no bearing on the bad news I'm bearing, whoa

What is it, wordplay? No, I'm pushing you out the do'

So suck my dick on the couch if you wanna cushion the blow

Now stomp your fucking feet 'til you get to squishing a ho

It's pandemonium, standing o when you see him, oh

Damn baby you look good, you're giving me wood

You should pull over like a sweat-shirt with a hood

It's neck work, get her polly on, you and me both

Break bread while I'm copping over this game to pinch a loaf

Now homie who's your favorite pain in the ass?

Who claims to be spitting the same flames as me? I'm Kanye

when he crashed

In other words I got the hood on smash like I stepped on the


Destroyed the front end

Deployed the damn airbags from the dash

Went through 'em and laughed

Came back an hour after the accident

And bit a goddamn Jawbreaker in half!

So stop faking the funk and start shaking your ass

Slaughterhouse in the house with the Caucasian of rap

And Just Blaze on the track, what's the fuck's more amazing

than that?

Slut, answer me that, Royce where you at?

I'm right here Fire Marshall, verbal pair of pliers I pry

apart you

Lump on your head designed by a bar stool

Designed by a cartoon

Before I need to be hired, Jimmy I'll fire Marshall

The 9 tucked against the lining

I pull it out and flip your partner upside-down

Like y'all are a couple 69ing

It's like Rick James is shooting up your house, nigga!

{rapid gunfire} FUCK YO' COUCH NIGGA!

You're screaming, Fuck the world! with your middle finger


While I'm over here shoving my dick in a hole in the mud

My bitch know I'm perfectly fit for murder

Because I murdered her, so you can call me

Nickel to O.J. to Glove

I got a Posse of Insane Clowns

Blow your brains on your opposite ear

And ask you how your brain sounds

Bad, Evil, we go Alfred E. Neumann mad cerebral

You on your last burrito!

(What that mean Nickel?) It's a wrap if you eating

Get a beat then terrorize that bitch like I'm Middle Eastern

Slaughterhouse on FIRE, nobody touching that

Good day and good night, Ortiz, yo, where the FUCK you at?

I'm right here in my Nike Airs, Buzz Light-years

Ahead of my mic peers, quite scary to look at a nightmare

Where my book at? I write fear in the heart of you tight


I harbor the art of my nice wear

It's type weird cause that made me hotter than my dear

Uncle Al's breath after polishing off his ninth beer

Homie chill, listen, I swear

I'm God, I give tracks a Holy-feel, and they bite ears

I'm right here, why wouldn't I be?

Just waiting to be hooked to IV as Mumm-Ra's

Well, when you look at my pee

And this joint no exception, so just point a direction

And record the pig's oink when I rip his intestine

This isn't just an infection

This won't go away with penicillin injections

Millions of questions arose

After they did an inspection, what I exhibit

Seems to be non-contagious yet anybody can get it

Aw shiddit, I did it again, when I liddift this pen

I emitted this phlegm, this time it's alongside Emiddinem

So tell a friend to tell a friend write a disgusting hook

Jump in shark water and swim, yo where the fuck is Crook?

I'm right here letting the shotty pop, quick as a karate


Get your body shot, get your top chopped, like a lollipop

Call it Maserati drop, in the body shop

Get your mommy knocked

And your Uncle Tommy molli-wopped

I take your life to the ninth inning

A knife in the gunfight, I love it, me and my knife winning

I laugh when you fall, the shit'll be funny

I'll buy my bitch a new ass and watch her sit on my money

Man, all the bitches holla - they wanna drop my britches

Then jaw on my dick and swallow, leave drawers in this


I ball like Iguodala

I bear more arms than 6 koalas

As soon as I draw, get sent to Allah

Bilinguist don, I kill with the tongue, I'm Atilla the Hun

I'm Genghis Khan, I'm a genius spawn

I pillage your village for fun, an egregious con

A syllable gun, real as they come, Long Beach Saddam!

Slaughterhouse equals swine flu, are South flying

We do it to try to do without tryin

(Slaughterhouse!) Cause to it's us it's so easy

Where's Jumpoff Joe Beezy?

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