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Artist: Lil Wayne (Feat. Eminem & Joe Budden)
Song: The Bad, The Sad, The Hated
Mixtape: Starring In Mardi Gras (200
DJ: DJ Cinema
Link: Lil Wayne - Mardi Gras Hosted by DJ Cinema // Free Mixtape @ DatPiff.com
[Women Speaking On Eminem]
[Eminem - Verse 1]
There's a certain mystique when I speak.
That you notice that's sorta unique.
Cause you know it's me, my poetry's deep.
And I'm still matic the way I flow to this beat.
You can't sit still, it's like tryin' to smoke crack.
And go to sleep, I'm strapped.
Just knowing any minute I could snap.
I'm the equivalent of what would happen if Bush rapped.
I bully these rappers so bad lyrically.
It ain't even funny, I ain't even hungry.
It ain't even money, you can't pay me enough.
For you to play me, it's cockamamie.
You just ain't Zane enough to rock with Shady.
My noodle is cock-a-doodle, my clocks cuckoo.
I got screws loose, yeah, the whole 'Kit and Kaboodle'.
I'm just brutal, it's no rumor, I'm numero-uno, assume it.
There's no humor in it no more, you know.
[Gillie Da Kid Dissing Lil Wayne]
[Lil Wayne - Verse 2]
I ain’t never killed nobody I promise.
And I promise if you try me.
You gonna have to rewind this track and make me go back.
That thing’ll go bllapp.
That boy will lay flat, so flat.
That act is what I perform amongst you haters.
Got Nina in my palm and I’m masturbating
Black Peter Pan flies ’til I die what you saying.
Baden ape, Yves Saint, Evisu what I stand.
Got me feelin’ like Scarface, like the Koheba.
Streets reply I look right in the four seater.
You know I be out here riding the four seater.
Top floor of the for Seasons, four of them whores.
And they all know how to cook it up.
And look I got some.
And only one know how to bag, b*tch bundle up.
See it’s a cold world so homie bundle up.
We ain’t on this grind for nothing.
Now get you hustle up.
[Joe Budden - Verse 3]
Aye, I'm dealing with some sh** homey, it's in the back of my head.
And it's some shit homey, but I just rap it instead.
See I got wolverine bones in me.
But the whole world is throwin stones at me like they all gotta bone with me.
Got a child's mother, and I hate her to death.
But that's my child's mother, so that's my mate to the death.
That's why how I love her for puttin little me here.
And me and huck'll beef forever, she gon still be there.
And there's some other n*ggas, I just a character role.
Be they some other n*ggas, now let's get back to the song.
I got a drug problem, but I ain't tell the truth.
Because I got enough problems.
And my solution is to stuff problems.
But if something goes wrong with that.
Then it's back to PCP and solong with Rap.
See I'm depressed lately, but nobody understands.
That I'm depressed lately, I'm sorta feeling repressed lately.
But y'all been hearin and seein me less lately.
Like it's anyone noticed the redress lately.
Look deep n*gga don't I seem stressed lately.
Seem disturbed, alot of repress lately.
[Chorus]
Song: The Bad, The Sad, The Hated
Mixtape: Starring In Mardi Gras (200
DJ: DJ Cinema
Link: Lil Wayne - Mardi Gras Hosted by DJ Cinema // Free Mixtape @ DatPiff.com
[Women Speaking On Eminem]
[Eminem - Verse 1]
There's a certain mystique when I speak.
That you notice that's sorta unique.
Cause you know it's me, my poetry's deep.
And I'm still matic the way I flow to this beat.
You can't sit still, it's like tryin' to smoke crack.
And go to sleep, I'm strapped.
Just knowing any minute I could snap.
I'm the equivalent of what would happen if Bush rapped.
I bully these rappers so bad lyrically.
It ain't even funny, I ain't even hungry.
It ain't even money, you can't pay me enough.
For you to play me, it's cockamamie.
You just ain't Zane enough to rock with Shady.
My noodle is cock-a-doodle, my clocks cuckoo.
I got screws loose, yeah, the whole 'Kit and Kaboodle'.
I'm just brutal, it's no rumor, I'm numero-uno, assume it.
There's no humor in it no more, you know.
[Gillie Da Kid Dissing Lil Wayne]
[Lil Wayne - Verse 2]
I ain’t never killed nobody I promise.
And I promise if you try me.
You gonna have to rewind this track and make me go back.
That thing’ll go bllapp.
That boy will lay flat, so flat.
That act is what I perform amongst you haters.
Got Nina in my palm and I’m masturbating
Black Peter Pan flies ’til I die what you saying.
Baden ape, Yves Saint, Evisu what I stand.
Got me feelin’ like Scarface, like the Koheba.
Streets reply I look right in the four seater.
You know I be out here riding the four seater.
Top floor of the for Seasons, four of them whores.
And they all know how to cook it up.
And look I got some.
And only one know how to bag, b*tch bundle up.
See it’s a cold world so homie bundle up.
We ain’t on this grind for nothing.
Now get you hustle up.
[Joe Budden - Verse 3]
Aye, I'm dealing with some sh** homey, it's in the back of my head.
And it's some shit homey, but I just rap it instead.
See I got wolverine bones in me.
But the whole world is throwin stones at me like they all gotta bone with me.
Got a child's mother, and I hate her to death.
But that's my child's mother, so that's my mate to the death.
That's why how I love her for puttin little me here.
And me and huck'll beef forever, she gon still be there.
And there's some other n*ggas, I just a character role.
Be they some other n*ggas, now let's get back to the song.
I got a drug problem, but I ain't tell the truth.
Because I got enough problems.
And my solution is to stuff problems.
But if something goes wrong with that.
Then it's back to PCP and solong with Rap.
See I'm depressed lately, but nobody understands.
That I'm depressed lately, I'm sorta feeling repressed lately.
But y'all been hearin and seein me less lately.
Like it's anyone noticed the redress lately.
Look deep n*gga don't I seem stressed lately.
Seem disturbed, alot of repress lately.
[Chorus]
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