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      Macosa (Demo Version, Previously Unreleased)

      Macosa (Demo Version, Previously Unreleased)

      Eminem

      Album: Eminem Is Back

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      Eminem - Macosa (Demo Version, Previously Unreleased) Música y Letra

      [Young Zee] {*Talking*}
      I'm allowed to fuck up whenever... whenever I want...
      This the Outhouse...
      Lemme smoke a joint first...
      Here, Pace...
      
      [Young Zee]
      95% of all y'all rappers butt
      And y'all ride dick so much y'all gon' make me nuts
      You'll get your jaw clocked, I'll drag your ass for four blocks
      Dunk your head in Clorox, use your dreads for my floor mop
      Gay or straight, my Papermate'll do a date rape
      Zee can't wait, I'll go Great Bank on a blank tape
      Lost like Spigg Nice, stick you for your thick ice
      Good to hit twice 'fore you catch me usin' trick dice
      Go to parole off of two in stolen wheels
      My colon holdin' pills, fuck takin' some Golden Seal
      I smoke leaky and black like BET
      And fuck hoes raw dog 'til my balls catch VD
      Mess with us, straight up, y'all better bust
      I'm the one you'll never dust, it's still the same as it ever was
      I'll leave the crowd in a Coupe with white walls
      And scream, "If y'all ain't Outz then y'all could ride my balls!"
      Beef with us you might just catch a black eye
      And ride for your crispy 850-I
      I fuck with them drugs 'cause it gets me high
      Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa
      Been doin' this rap shit since '85
      Then 'Clef put me down with the Fugee-la
      It's only right me and Yah get a piece of the pie
      Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa
      Mama-se, Mama-sa, Ma-macosa
      Mama-se, Mama-sa, Ma-macosa
      Mama-se, Ma-sa, Ma-macosa
      Mama-se, Mama-sa, Ma-macosa
      
      [Slang Ton]
      Yo, all the boys in the lobby get needles filled with poison ivy
      Put 'em in the hospital and give 'em a poison IV
      My crew get high much off brew and Thai skunk
      It makes my style off the wall like suicide jumps
      We sip lots of liq' shots
      It makes my hip-hop fat as your lip got when I
      kickboxed with flip-flops
      And give a disk jockey six copies of this floppy
      Shit I be dyin' for is your piece of shit hobby?
      You borin' like Oran Dice, I'm more than hype
      Bungee jumpin' with cordless mics, for tourists sites
      Ton Slanga, I'm dopin', pills and cokin'
      Lung cancer in my throat and still smokin'
      
      [Az-izz]
      Now, when your partner die, who got the right
      To do the homicide and you shot the guy?
      And when you's 'bout to cry who got you high?
      Say Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa
      I'll blast the guy that don't pass the lye
      Leave him paralyzed and agonized
      Fellas, grab the thighs that's by your side
      Say Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa
      
      [D.U.]
      Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-maco
      Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-maco
      Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-maco
      Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-maco
      
      [Pace Won]
      Wanna live this Outsida business
      Blunt splitters, all that
      Multiple musical contracts to fallback...
      On... set like I was Liu Kang for Kombat...
      Armed like Emmit when I rush crews
      More hardcore than DMC and Krush Groove
      Don't need hands to touch you
      Mr. Perfect, the one you want to rap like
      The name rap fiends have in their mouth like a crack pipe
      Slap the fuck out you, remember us
      I'm the man your father never was, or could've been
      Maybe if they passed out weed in high school, I would've went
      Got it down, yo
      Even if you sing like Brownstone you couldn't "Take The Crown Home"
      Try to call me out and get the dial tone
      Pace Woner, dickin' 5-0 in a stolen gray Hummer
      
      [Eminem]
      Me and Pace had to flee in haste from bein' chased
      For some E & Js we boosted out of some Korean place
      I get drunk and hang-glide off of St. Ides'
      And spray-paint the plain sides of all the subway train rides
      I got a pitbull that eats sheep and spits wool
      And chews on human body tissue 'til its stomach gets full
      Skip school, barely went to class, thinkin' shit's cool
      Hid a loaded pistol under this retarded kid's stool
      I had a dream I blew up with half a mil' sold
      And still stole a credit card, a purse, and someone's billfold
      I'm from the city where the weather's always real cold
      And chill mode can turn into somebody gettin' steel-toed
      We be hangin' on the block 'til dawn
      Stayin' spaced out like Dr. Octagon
      Feelin' for the beats like they Chaka Khan
      Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa
      Pace Won, Slang Ton, and Yah
      Young Zee, Az-Izz, D.U., and muah
      Bizarre Kid, Loon One and Rah
      Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa
      
      [Young Zee]
      Beef with us you might just catch a black eye
      And ride for your crispy 850-I
      We fuck with them drugs 'cause it gets us high
      Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa
      Been doin' this rap shit since '85
      Then 'Clef put me down with the Fugee-la
      It's only right me and Yah get a piece of the pie
      Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa
      Mama-se, Ma-sa, Ma-macosa
      Mama-se, Ma-sa, Ma-macosa
      Mama-se, Ma-sa, Macosa
      Mama-mama-mama-mama-macosa

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