Spitshine - Xzibit - Eminem
Artist : “Eminem”
Song title : “Spitshine - Xzibit”
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verse 1
I ma clean this whole shit out like climax
With words put togeather better then sony electronics
King of the jungle
Humbly stay honest
Eat with the lions
Swim with peranas
Gassoline the scene
Strike the match
Inferno
Im to throue nigga
So stand back
I spit shine
Get mine and rip rhyme
And make my career take a incline
Im strick with knives
Straight with razors
Good with grenades and great with gadges
Yeah
Been around the world on a million stages
Watch niggas bitch up and go through changes
I had guns before guns was in fashion
I mashed out before niggas knew mashin
I knew terror before the plane started crashin
I got punch lines and niggas aint laughin
Chorus
Im gon be here after the smoke dye down
Insomnia style i wont lye down
fight the good fight dont need no help
Keep your hands up defend yourself
Move like i move and live lifelong
Cant move up if your hearts not strong
Get your own shit cause this shits mine
Every time i spit
I shine
Verse 2
Cock-sucker i preach what i practise
Back shit up
Wrap this
Rap shit up
Still actin up
Get found in the trunk of an acuva
Yall suck like jail in dracula
X turn up the heat
Increase the hatred
Straight stone face dont fuck with gay shit
So i guess that means i cant fuck with you now
Drew down
Let off
facate to new town
You feel like bishop
Induced now
Gotta flame thrower that will burn
Great holes till you goose down
Yeah
Rough sound
Same strong background
Bent on black the big boys playin tips down
My whole train of thought is the party
Any motherfucker with problems and not get caught
I was blessed with life when i cursed to death
Im a spit till my very last breath
fuck yall
Chorus
Verse 3
Let me get a three second look
I hit a million dollar target
You aint came up yet well nigga let me show ya
Aaaa
Come across dope like planes and boats
Like baloons filled with coke
Down a mexicans throat
You ever seen a man get smoked and shit on himself
The body shake for a second
Then it cant stop a second
The evidence are the weapon and the people involved
Let one nigga talk
Everybody gettin caught
for sure
I say that
To say this
If you cant handle the time then ride the beach
Might as well touch your tail and jump the fence
Castrate yourself expose the bitch
X go head up
The fuck never ran from it
I got engadged with buck shots that you cant stomach
You aint a killer you a album filler
You aint a soldier you a rap premoter
Game over
Chorus