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These are a possible lyrics from another collab by Weezy and Shady.This song is supposed to get an unofficial release.
Chorus-Lil Wayne
Don’t mind us
On fucking top is where you’ll find us
Sitting on the moon skipping galaxies with comets
Be honest
It wouldn’t be a game without us
You fuckers would go from your warm-ups to the showers
1st Verse-Eminem
I’m compelling your hearing
Shady’s one fucking a hell of a MC
I’m back I heard that you missed me
Lyrically I’m Lewinski
If you fuck with me I guarantee your career is shot
I’ll keep you from seeing yourself in this game
In other words faggot, rap’s mirror’s locked
When the beat is dropped, I guarantee weak he’s not
Skinny white trash on top
Roles reversed like it was Rodney who beat the cop
I excel at verbal exercise
My shit’s got my tongue stretching
Some reckon I'm unseated, well motherfucker, fuck guessing
Comprehending one verse will fuck your head in, it’s upsetting
Put you on the spot, you're stuck stressing
your luck's out like Rosie’s belly in sundresses undressing
If im unimpressive then your most likely a deaf kid
That’s eyeless, if he reads then he still knows I write the best shit
Every breath spent is a blessing
I’ll leave records blessed
Until I’m breathless, subjected to Death’s kiss
Chorus-Lil Wayne
Don’t mind us
On fucking top is where you’ll find us
Sitting on the moon skipping galaxies with comets
Be honest
It wouldn’t be a game without us
You fuckers would go from your warm-ups to the showers
2nd Verse-Lil Wayne
I’m like putting a third letter on an old soldier, you see a vet
Place a safe bet on that motherfucking Weezy F
Correct with the lazy step
World known fiend, set the Wayne hazy rep
No Wayne Brady, but I’m a show, yep can’t hate me yet
You ***** think you climbing charts but you ain’t taking baby steps
I’ll keep taking all I can from life since the Lord ain’t paid me yet
Red flag, that’s a warning
When red flags on your corner
Meet coroners so soon
Me and Marshall greet the mourners
You think you rising but you ain’t seen morning
Dark side of the moon, you just Pink Floyding
You ***** just wanna join us
We on top and you watching, camcorders
But I’ll be watching my borders
Try to cross them, deport ya
Tearing down your walls, you could say I de-fort ya
No syrup, no valium
We back so valiant
Three packs get at ‘em
They stashed, ain’t tobacco
So much green like I’m living in a meadow
Well hello, let me introduce myself
I’m mister fucking hell flow
Chorus-Lil Wayne
Don’t mind us
On fucking top is where you’ll find us
Sitting on the moon skipping galaxies with comets
Be honest
It wouldn’t be a game without us
You fuckers would go from your warm-ups to the showers
3rd Verse-Eminem
The method to my madness is perfected in my labyrinth
Doctors dissect it on their pads with
Assistance from police dispatches
I’m like Codeine to the masses
Knocking ‘em out with every track that’s
So ridiculous, I’m off the graphs
Shit on the Richter, they’re more fucking shook than
Half way crooks, man you have to look
My flow’s Katrina’s, yours ain’t half a brook
Your rhymes ain’t baked
Mine are half past cooked
Every time I spit I have HAZMAT booked
A toxic spill on a verse
Pop a pill for the hurt
Nah fuck that, I’m just dropping ills, win the purse
Take the crown, whatever cliché you prefer
I’m plagued with this curse
Me and Wayne are the worst
Thing to happen if you ever pray that you’ll work
In this industry, a fanatical display will emerge
You think you're cooking, boy, I’ll stomp your soufflé in the dirt
Fuck getting, you’re dancing figure eights on my nerves
Chorus-Lil Wayne
Don’t mind us
On fucking top is where you’ll find us
Sitting on the moon skipping galaxies with comets
Be honest
It wouldn’t be a game without us
You fuckers would go from your warm-ups to the showers
1st Verse-Eminem
I’m compelling your hearing
Shady’s one fucking a hell of a MC
I’m back I heard that you missed me
Lyrically I’m Lewinski
If you fuck with me I guarantee your career is shot
I’ll keep you from seeing yourself in this game
In other words faggot, rap’s mirror’s locked
When the beat is dropped, I guarantee weak he’s not
Skinny white trash on top
Roles reversed like it was Rodney who beat the cop
I excel at verbal exercise
My shit’s got my tongue stretching
Some reckon I'm unseated, well motherfucker, fuck guessing
Comprehending one verse will fuck your head in, it’s upsetting
Put you on the spot, you're stuck stressing
your luck's out like Rosie’s belly in sundresses undressing
If im unimpressive then your most likely a deaf kid
That’s eyeless, if he reads then he still knows I write the best shit
Every breath spent is a blessing
I’ll leave records blessed
Until I’m breathless, subjected to Death’s kiss
Chorus-Lil Wayne
Don’t mind us
On fucking top is where you’ll find us
Sitting on the moon skipping galaxies with comets
Be honest
It wouldn’t be a game without us
You fuckers would go from your warm-ups to the showers
2nd Verse-Lil Wayne
I’m like putting a third letter on an old soldier, you see a vet
Place a safe bet on that motherfucking Weezy F
Correct with the lazy step
World known fiend, set the Wayne hazy rep
No Wayne Brady, but I’m a show, yep can’t hate me yet
You ***** think you climbing charts but you ain’t taking baby steps
I’ll keep taking all I can from life since the Lord ain’t paid me yet
Red flag, that’s a warning
When red flags on your corner
Meet coroners so soon
Me and Marshall greet the mourners
You think you rising but you ain’t seen morning
Dark side of the moon, you just Pink Floyding
You ***** just wanna join us
We on top and you watching, camcorders
But I’ll be watching my borders
Try to cross them, deport ya
Tearing down your walls, you could say I de-fort ya
No syrup, no valium
We back so valiant
Three packs get at ‘em
They stashed, ain’t tobacco
So much green like I’m living in a meadow
Well hello, let me introduce myself
I’m mister fucking hell flow
Chorus-Lil Wayne
Don’t mind us
On fucking top is where you’ll find us
Sitting on the moon skipping galaxies with comets
Be honest
It wouldn’t be a game without us
You fuckers would go from your warm-ups to the showers
3rd Verse-Eminem
The method to my madness is perfected in my labyrinth
Doctors dissect it on their pads with
Assistance from police dispatches
I’m like Codeine to the masses
Knocking ‘em out with every track that’s
So ridiculous, I’m off the graphs
Shit on the Richter, they’re more fucking shook than
Half way crooks, man you have to look
My flow’s Katrina’s, yours ain’t half a brook
Your rhymes ain’t baked
Mine are half past cooked
Every time I spit I have HAZMAT booked
A toxic spill on a verse
Pop a pill for the hurt
Nah fuck that, I’m just dropping ills, win the purse
Take the crown, whatever cliché you prefer
I’m plagued with this curse
Me and Wayne are the worst
Thing to happen if you ever pray that you’ll work
In this industry, a fanatical display will emerge
You think you're cooking, boy, I’ll stomp your soufflé in the dirt
Fuck getting, you’re dancing figure eights on my nerves
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