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ELVIS (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack) |
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(Verse 1: Eminem) |
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I rolled up like the bottom of a tooth paste tube |
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Blue suede shoes, one missin' a shoe lace too |
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Two chains, you can call me 2 Chainz |
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Ropes hang like Hussein's noose |
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Yeah, they let the fruitcake loose |
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It goes: one for the trailer park, two for my baby-ma's |
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Three for the tater tots, four if you ate a lot |
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Five if you came to rock, straight up while I'm shittin' on my comp' |
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I'm about to use the John like Grey Poupon |
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Money like a scroll, bitch, my paper long |
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Longer than it takes a blonde to put her makeup on |
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'Cause me and Elvis gelled together like cellmates |
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Yeah, this the Jailhouse, and I don't give a– (What?) |
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(Chorus: CeeLo Green & Eminem) |
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And I don't give a shit about a thing you say |
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I just wanna feel like a king again |
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And if you don't like it you can sit and spin |
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Middle fingers up (Yeah), we 'bout to do this shit again |
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(Verse 2: Eminem) |
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Modus operandi, bottled the blond dye |
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Top five since I discovered peroxide |
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Yeah, since I got signed, I went from pot pies |
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To Jack and the Bean–, I'm watchin' my stock rise (Woo!) |
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These little attention seekers, I'm finna treat 'em like diabetics |
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Got 'em all on pins and needles, just like Ozempic, meaning |
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Give these little pricks the finger, and when I stick this thing up |
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It's higher than Wiz Khalifa, soon as he lit the weed up |
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As I go pickin' speed up, like I was finna re-up |
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Rap is my new Vicodin, Moxin is how I treat it |
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Still goin' toe-to-toe, I'm still boxing with all my demons |
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A couple Xanny bars and I'm Danny Gar–, see-ya |
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Been stuntin' on you from the jump like Evel Knievel |
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I'm back in the cut and stackin' chips up like a can of Pringles |
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Sometimes I feel like Pete Rose, I got so many hit singles |
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Bitch, I barely have any free throws, you sleepin' on me like I'm ZzzQuil |
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(Chorus: CeeLo Green) |
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See, I don't give a shit about a thing you say |
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I just wanna feel like a king again |
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And if you don't like it you can sit and spin |
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Middle fingers up, we 'bout to do this shit again |
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Eminem |
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(Post-Chorus: Eminem & CeeLo Green) |
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It goes: one for the trailer park, two for my baby-ma's |
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Three for the tater tots, four if you ate a lot |
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Five if you came to rock, and you never gave a fuck |
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Middle fingers up, we 'bout to do this shit again |
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(Verse 3: Eminem) |
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I stole black music, yeah true |
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Perhaps used it as a tool to combat school |
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Kids way back on some bathroom shit |
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Now I call a hater a bidet (Why?) |
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'Cause they mad that they can't do shit (Haha) |
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And I know I'm such a dick, huh? (Yeah) |
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And it must be fuckin' with ya (Yeah) |
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To know I fuckin' quit the (What?) |
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Prescription drugs and liquor |
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And yet my house is bigger |
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Still wrappin' circles around you, like a boa constrictor (Break it down) |
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Now I'm about to explain to you all the parallels |
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Between Elvis and me, myself |
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It seems obvious: one, he's pale as me |
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Second, we both been hailed as kings |
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He used to rock the Jailhouse, and I used to rock The Shelter |
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I used to have no self-esteem |
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I used to cry myself to sleep |
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Honestly, my new doubt is me |
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(?) lost motivation |
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He done make you look stupid |
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Believers, a little faith is all I seek from you |
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All I need to do is hear you say the same shit |
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My father said to me when I was just a week or two |
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"Marshall, I be leavin' you" (Haha, stupid) |
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No more Guinness stout, but my belief in myself |
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Once again is stout, so many world records, I'm Guinness'ed out |
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Bitch, what you say goes in and out |
My ear canals, so either my hearing's out
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