SKorpioN's Blog

What?
Did I hurt your feelings?
Uh…I’m supposed to be scared now, right?
Yo…I’d like to dedicate this record right here
To Mr. Marshall Mathers’ mother, yeah
This one’s for your moms

Here come the mighty
One they call Whitey
All you sons of Whitey
Are all dickbiters
So won’t the bitch Slim Shady please act up?
Get smacked up
Get your eyes blacked up
With your candy-ass name you’re a candy-ass rapper
I’ll smack you up, shut you off like the Clapper
Whoever said you was raw, son, they lied
I know that shit I spit on Dialated hurt your pride
Screamin’ on a record how you wish I died
But you don’t wanna see me on this physical side
You’re just a big tough guy, tryin’ to act hard
But you won’t walk a lobby without your bodyguard
You ain’t pullin’ my card, you ain’t ridin’ the train
Back in the day, kids like you got robbed for they chain
Step to me like a man, with the hands, and get slain
Matter of fact, when you see me bitch, gimme some green
Yo, it’s like that, we could fight, Jack
Let’s put the mics down, you’ll catch a beatdown
I get love in New York, got fam in L.A.
And I heard you might be the MC that’s gay
With your platinum blonde Caesar, you look like a ho
Like M and M stands for Marilyn Monroe
Talkin’ ’bout killin’ sprees, you ain’t like that, yo
Makin’ lots of enemies, but that’s all for show
You punk ecstasy junkie, you waste of skills
Stop ridin’ my dill, stay high on pills
Yo, I hope you OD, don’t be playin’ with me
Little bitch need to watch what you’re sayin’ to me
Talkin’ shit for shock value, boy, you ain’t real
Turned hard the day Dre gave you a record deal
You went and sold your soul for some mass appeal
Servin’ up that hors d’oeuvre, kid, now eat this meal
Instead of worryin’ about who you should be dissin’
You need to worry about who your wifey been kissin’
Or if you go to prison while you’re doin’ your bid
I’ll look in on your lady and do things for your kid
Make her write you lots of letters about the things that we did
And send you pictures of me chillin’ all up in your crib
That shit about Sway n’ Tek? That was a fib
First time you met me I showed you love in D.C.
But you were scared like a pussy with your eyes on the floor
While your crew showed me love outside the front door
Talkin’ ’bout “Yo, whassup, ain’t you Whitey Ford?
I love that song ‘What It’s Like’ and that jam ‘Praise the Lord’”
I don’t do this for the money, yo, I do it for fun
You might hang around some gangstas, but you ain’t one
And you won’t be slappin’ me with no empty gun
Talkin’ ’bout a fag but you a one in drag
And you can’t keep your woman from goin’ astray
Better run and check your kid for your DNA
I take care of my moms, you get sued by yours
With your corny metaphors about drugs and crack whores
You’re a sucker

Word up, for real
You wanna talk some shit money, come talkin’ with the hands, B
I ain’t wastin’ no more time with you, man, fuck that shit, that’s it

[50 Cent]
When you’re breakin it down, keep breakin it down
This is what it sounds like, when I’m breakin it down
Yeah I’m breakin it down
Man this is what it feels like, when I’m breakin it down
When you’re breakin it down, keep breakin it down
It’s not my fault c’mon, it’s not my fault
I’m hot man! It’s not my fault c’mon, it’s not my fault

‘Til the sun comes up, every night (c’mon)
We party and we party ’til daylight
We be gettin it in, c’mon we gettin it in
A lil’ Hennessy, a lil’ juice and Gin
It’s not a fantasy (nah) it’s not pretend
We gon’ do it, we gon’ do it, we gon’ do it again
‘Til the sun comes up, every night
We party and we party ’til daylight
I shouldn’t have to tell you shorty you should know
I’m really really gettin into your freak show
You give me a little baby then I’ma want mo’
O.D.B. said it, “I like it raw!”
Exotic erotic we’re movin on the floor
Enough to make a nigga lose control
I’m down to go wherever you wan’ go
You got a man, I keep it on the low
I do my thing you know I gets my dough
I got a few stacks me and you could blow
We headed to the hotel after the show
I know how to romance you be my private dancer

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
On your mark, get set girl now here we go
Racin off to see yo’ peep show
It turn me on to see you on the flo’
When you’re breakin it down, keep breakin it down
Ready or not shorty now here I come
Shake that thing girl now back it up
Work it, work it girl you turn me on
When you’re breakin it down, keep breakin it down

[50 Cent]
They say I’m not the same it’s cause I’m filthy mayne
I’m off the chain, I don’t play no games
I’m hustlin hard homie I do my thang
You fuck with the paper then watch the hammer go bang
Now shorty I like the way she move them hips
I’m tryin to get her in my bedroom and shit
We could take a long time or get it done quick
We can camcord this shit make a boom-boom flick
It’s oh so many places that we can go
I really want you shorty, shorty now you should know
Girl your body’s callin me, hear you loud and clear
We ain’t got to leave now we can do it right here

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]
The way you move (the way you move)
You make me lose (you make me lose)
All control (all control)
I know you know (I know you know)
You’re so seductive you make me wanna touch it
I ain’t got to tell you, you know I wanna fuck you
I’m feelin your style, you better watch me now
My tongue’ll be in your mouth, my hands’ll be in your blouse
When you get me aroused you put a spell on me
Man if I can’t have you I’ma go crazy
I want you bad now and if you want me
Girl killin me now, or succumb to me now

[Eminem]
Come to me now, you don’t come to now
Apple in your mouth, tackled on the couch
Shackled in the house, I’ll be back in about
20 minutes or less, with my Hannibal mask
So when you wiggle around and giggle in that cage
I knew I couldn’t wait to get you off that stage
From the moment I met you had to let you know
I just wanted to get you through my bedroom do’
You makin me feel like I’m in middle school still
You squeal like a little girl, you’re pitiful, chill
We gon’ fuck, I just popped this little blue pill
You can leave but wait, I gotta shit on you still (phbbt)
I shouldn’t have to say it shorty you should know
I hope you really gettin into my creep show
Let me shit on your chest and if some weed comes out
Just guzzle it down, just guzzle it down

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]
It’s not my fault c’mon, it’s not my fault
I could break it down, it’s not my fault c’mon, it’s not my fault
Can you break it down? It’s not my fault c’mon, it’s not my fault
I can break it down, it’s not my fault c’mon, it’s not my fault
Can you break it down? It’s not my fault c’mon

[50 Cent talking]
Ay Em you know my favorite white boy right…
I.. I owe you for this one

[Chorus]
I’ve been patiently waiting
For a track to explode on (yea)
You can stun if you want
And yo ass’ll get rolled on (It’s 50)
It feels like my flows
Been hot for so long (yea)
If you thinking I’ma fucking
Fall off your so wrong

[50 Cent]
I’m innocent in my head
Like a baby born dead
Destination heaven
Sitting political passengers from 9-11 (yea)
The Lords blessing left me lyrically incline (uh huh)
Shit I ain’t even got to try to shine
God’s a seamstress who tailorfitted my pain
I got scriptures in my brain
I can spit at your thang
Straight out the good book
Look niggaz is shook
50 fear no man warrior
Swing swords like Conan
Picture me pen in hand
Write lines knowin’ THE SOURCE will quote it
When I die they’ll read this
And say a genius wrote it
I grew up without my Pops
Should that make me bitter
I caught cases and got out
Does that make me a quitter
In this white mans world
I’m similar to a squirrel
Looking for a slut
Wit a nice butt to get a nut
If I get shot today my phone
Will stop ringing again
These industry niggaz ain’t friends
They know how to pretend

[Chorus (2x)]
I’ve been patiently waiting
For a track to explode on (yea)
You can stun if you want
And yo ass’ll get rolled on (It’s 50)
It feels like my flows
Been hot for so long (yea)
If you thinking I’ma fucking
Fall off your so wrong
(It’s 50!!)

[Eminem]

You’ve been patiently waiting
To make it through all the hate
Debating whether or not
You can even weather the storm
As you lay on the table
They operating to save you
It’s like a Angel came to you
Sent from the heavens above
They think they crazy
But they ain’t crazy lets face it
Shit basically they just playing sick
They ain’t shit they ain’t saying shit
Spray umh 50 [gun shots]
A to K get in the way
I bring Dre and them wit me
And turn this day into fucking mayhem
You staying wit me
Don’t let me lose you
I’m not trying to confuse you
When I let lose wit this uzi
And just shoot through your Izuzu
You get the message
Am I getting through to you
You know it’s coming
You motherfuckers don’t even know do you
Take some BIG and some PAC
And you mix them up in a pot
Sprinkle a lil “BIG L” on top
What the fuck do you got?
You got the realest and illest killers
Tied up in a knot
The Juggernauts of this rap shit
Like it or not it’s like a fight to the top
Just to see who die for the spot
You put your life in this
Nothing like surviving a shot
Y’all know what time it is
Soon as 50 signs on this dot
Shit what you know about death threats
Cause I get a lot
Shady Records was 80 seconds
Away from the towers
Some cowards fucked with the wrong building
They meant to hit ours
Better evacuate all children
Nuclear showers theres nothing spookier
Your now about to witness the power of fuckin’ 50!

[Chorus]
I’ve been patiently waiting
For a track to explode on (yea)
You can stun if you want
And yo ass’ll get rolled on (It’s 50)
It feels like my flows
Been hot for so long (yea)
If you thinking I’ma fucking
Fall off your so wrong
(It’s 50!!)
It’s the Gun Squad here
And you hear the shots go off
(It’s 50, They say It’s 50)
You see a nigga laid out
Wit his fucking top blown off
(It’s 50, Man that wasn’t 50)
They don’t holla my name

[50 Cent]
You shouldn’t throw stones
If you live in a glass house
And if you got a glass jaw
You should watch your mouth
Cause I’ll break your face
Have you ass running
Mumbling to the J
Your going against me dogg
You making a mistake
I split yo lip
You looking like them
Michael Jackson Jackets
Wit all them zippers
I’m the boss on this boat
You can call me Skipper
The way I turn the money over
You should call me Flipper
Your Bitch a regular Bitch
Your calling her Wifey
I fucked her feed her fast food
You keepin’ her Icey
I’m down to sell records
But not my soul
Snoop said this in ‘94
“We don’t love them ho’s”
I got pennies for my thoughts
Now I’m rich
See the 20’s spinnin’
Looking mean on the 6
Nigga’s wearing flags
Cause the colors match they clothes
The get caught in the wrong hood
And filled up with holes
Motherfucka’

[Chorus (2x)]
I’ve been patiently waiting
For a track to explode on (yea)
You can stun if you want
And yo ass’ll get rolled on (It’s 50)
It feels like my flows
Been hot for so long (yea)
If you thinking I’ma fucking
Fall off your so wrong
(It’s 50!!)