Chemical Warfare Songtext
[Eminem:]
You are now, listening, to the sounds
Of Shady, and Alchemist
Alchemist, Alchemist
Got an axe and a duffle bag, couple of fags
Stuffed in the backseat, muzzled and gagged
Wrapped in bubble-wrap two lesbians up, couple Hustler mags
And I grab a Pez dispenser, fill it up to the max
With muscle relaxers, the governor of Alaska
You are now, listening, to the sounds
Of Shady, and Alchemist
Alchemist, Alchemist
Got an axe and a duffle bag, couple of fags
Stuffed in the backseat, muzzled and gagged
Wrapped in bubble-wrap two lesbians up, couple Hustler mags
And I grab a Pez dispenser, fill it up to the max
With muscle relaxers, the governor of Alaska
She loves when I ask her, shove my Polaski
Sausage up in her ass, huh, while we hover over Nebraska
Shooting at the fuckin buffalo pasture
In the helicopter, man I can't fuck her no faster
She's screamin "Grab my titties, Shady suck on those bastards"
But I ain't no sucker, I won't snuggle up with her after
I'm a gigolo, but y'all look like a juggalo rapper
Every day man I just seem to get a little bit doper
Shit, back down, man I'd rather lick on a scrotum
And eat the fuckin Octo-mom's pussy lips with some okra
While I watch, Whoopi Goldberg, sizzle with Oprah
While Rosie pussy-farts and takes a piss on the sofa
Get a boner, and play dick-swords with the Jonas
Brothers; your motherfuckin mother's aroma's
Like no other, I keep thinkin of her smothered in Somas
It's chemical warfare, drop bombs like Saddam
I'm bringin the drama, like Barack Obama
Playin Rock 'Em Sock 'Em Robots with the Octo-momma
I'm vato loco homie, I cock those llamas For chemical warfare
Sausage up in her ass, huh, while we hover over Nebraska
Shooting at the fuckin buffalo pasture
In the helicopter, man I can't fuck her no faster
She's screamin "Grab my titties, Shady suck on those bastards"
But I ain't no sucker, I won't snuggle up with her after
I'm a gigolo, but y'all look like a juggalo rapper
Every day man I just seem to get a little bit doper
Shit, back down, man I'd rather lick on a scrotum
And eat the fuckin Octo-mom's pussy lips with some okra
While I watch, Whoopi Goldberg, sizzle with Oprah
While Rosie pussy-farts and takes a piss on the sofa
Get a boner, and play dick-swords with the Jonas
Brothers; your motherfuckin mother's aroma's
Like no other, I keep thinkin of her smothered in Somas
It's chemical warfare, drop bombs like Saddam
I'm bringin the drama, like Barack Obama
Playin Rock 'Em Sock 'Em Robots with the Octo-momma
I'm vato loco homie, I cock those llamas For chemical warfare
ALAN MAMAN / MARSHALL BRUCE MATHERS III
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