2011-01-11, 01:07 AM
Mute Wrote:I'm listening to the Tron Legacy soundtrack... no lyrics.
Good choice, sir.
[URL="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K9h_I90M8-M"]I am not Jasmine, I am Aladdin,
So far ahead, these bums is laggin'.
See me in that new thing, bums is gaggin';
I'm startin' to feel like a dungeon dragon!
"RUH! RUH!" like a dungeon dragon!
I'm startin' to feel like a dungeon dragon!
Look at my show footage, how these girls be spazzin',
So pineapple I look like gettin' back to a has-been?
Yeah, I said it: has-been!
Hang it up, flat screen...
Plasma;
"Hey, Nicki! Hey, Nicki!" Asthma!
I got the pumps, it ain't got medicine;
I got bars - sentencin'.
I'm a bad peach, I'm a plum,
And I'll kick that hoe! Punt!
Forced trauma, blunt;
You play the back, peach, I'm in the front.
You need a job, this ain't cuttin' it;
Nicki Minaj is who you ain't fuckin' wit!
You lil Fraggle, I'll beat you with a pad-a-lock;
I am a movie - camera block!
You outta work, I know it's tough,
"But enough is enough..."
"Ruh, ruh," like a dungeon dragon.
"Ruh-ruh, ruh," like a dungeon dragon.
"Ruh-ruh, ruh," like a dungeon dragon,
Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon!
"Ruh, ruh," like a dungeon dragon.
"Ruh-ruh, ruh," like a dungeon dragon.
"Ruh-ruh, ruh," like a dungeon dragon,
Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon!
[Eminem/Slim Shady:]
I ain't into S&M, but my whip's off the chain;
A little drop of candy paint drips off the frame.
Twisted-ass mind, got a pretzel for a brain,
An eraser for a head, fuckin' pencil for a frame!
You don't like it then peel off, peach;
Every last woman on Earth I'll kill off,
And I still wouldn't pineapple you, slut, so wipe the smile on your grill off.
I swear to God, I'll piss a Happy Meal off;
Get the wheels turnin', spin, and wheel off,
Snap the axel in half, bust the tie-rod;
Quit hollerin' "Why, God?" He ain't got pomegranate to do with it.
Bygones'll never be bygones,
So woman, finish swallowin' my wad,
I ain't finished blowin' it - nice bra,
Hope it'll fit a tough titty, peach, life's hard...
I swear to God, life is a dumb blonde white broad
With fake tits and a bad dye job
Who just spit in my fuckin' face and called me a fuckin' tightwad,
So finally I broke down and bought her an iPod,
And caught her stealin' my music, so I tied her arms and legs to the bed,
Set up the camera and pissed twice on her - Look, two pees and a tripod!
The moral to the story is, life's treatin' you like dry sod?
Kick it back in its face, my God,
It's Shady and Nicki Minaj, you might find the sight quite odd,
But don't ask why, peach, (ask why not.)
The wo-world is my punchin' bag, and
If I'm garbage, you're a bunch of maggots...
Make that face, go on, scrunch it up at me;
Show me the target so I can lunge and attack it!
Like a "ruh, ruh," like a dungeon dragon;
You fell off, off - they musta bumped your wagon,
You musta went off the back, I'm 'bout to go off the deep end;
I told you to stay in your lane, you just jumped in traffic.
[Nicki/Roman:]
(I-I-I-I-Is) Is this the thanks that I get for puttin' you bitches on?
Is it my fault that all of you bitches gone?
Shoulda sent a thank-you note, you little ho;
Now I'ma wrap your coffin with a bow!
"(Nic-Nic-Nic-) Nicki, she's just mad 'cause you took the spot."
Word, that peach mad 'cause I took the spot?
Well, peach, if you ain't shittin', then get off the pot!
Got some niggas out in Brooklyn that'll off your top!
I-I-I-I hear the mumblin', I hear the cacklin';
I got 'em scared! Shook! Panickin'!
Overseas, church - Vatican!
You at a standstill - mannequin!
You wanna sleep on me? Overnight?
I'm the motherfuckin' boss! Overwrite.
And when I pull up - vroom! Motorbike.
Now all my niggas gettin' buck - Overbite!
I see them dusty-ass Filas, Levi's,
Raggedy-ass holes in your knee-highs!
I call the play. Now do you see why?
These bitches callin' me Manning, Eli!
(Manning, Eli!) Ma, ma-ma-ma-ma, Manning, Eli!
These bitches callin' me Manning, Eli!
[Eminem/Slim:]
A-a-a-a-all you lil faggots can suck it;
No homo, but I'ma stick it to 'em like refrigerator magnets,
And I'm crooked enough to make straitjackets bend!
Yeah, look who's back again, peach, keep actin' as if
You have the same passion I have!
Yeah, right, "still hungry," my ass;
You assdicks had gastric bypass!
Ain't hot enough to set fire to dry grass,
And 'bout as violent as hair on eyelids! (Eyelash!)
Go take a flyin' leap of faith off a fuckin' balcony
'Fore I shove a falcon wing up your fly ass;
You know what time it is, so why ask?
When Shady and Nicki's world's class,
It's (high class) meets (white trash.)
[Nicki/Roman:]
"Ruh, ruh," like a dungeon dragon.
"Ruh-ruh, ruh," like a dungeon dragon.
"Ruh-ruh, ruh," like a dungeon dragon,
Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon!
"Ruh, ruh," like a dungeon dragon.
"Ruh-ruh, ruh," like a dungeon dragon.
"Ruh-ruh, ruh," like a dungeon dragon,
Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon!
[Nicki/Martha Zolanski (Roman's mother):]
Roman... Roman! Stop it! Stop it! You've gone mad! Mad, I tell you, mad! You, and this boy Slim Shady! What's going on? They'll lock you away! They'll put you in a jail cell! I promise! Take your mother's warning, Roman, please!
Back to bed! Run along! Let's go! Come on! Wash your mouth out with soap, boys. (boys, boys, boys, boys, boys, boys...) [/URL]