Desperados Songtext / Lyric

Yo, aiyo turn the heads and the mics up

We got the Dreadknaughts, you know wha' I'm sayin'?

Super MC, ya know wha' I mean?

Bugz, Dirty and all that, all that shit

You know wha' I'm sayin'?

Desperados with the cars, Eminem






Chauvinist pig, drove in this Big Lincoln

Till it went over the

Jumped out and dove in the ditch

Broke in a mobile home and stole a stove and fridge

Kidnapped the parents and left the ransom note for the kids

I'ma go for your mids

Here's a body blow for your ribs

While you're clutching your stomach and bleeding all over your bitch

I know where you live, your girl showed me your crib

Unless she told me a fib

Then I'ma have both of ya dead

Burning incense, facing a murder sentence

Under intent, for investigation for killing infants

While I sit in padded rooms doing shrooms

Having visions of dead pregnant women wit' brooms jammed in they wounds

Slit your carpet and rugs, and fucked your apartment up

Sticking up all the drugs, and jumping in garbage trucks

I'm from the shitty slums that look like the city dumps

Give you a kidney punch, and mug you to get me lunch

See me every summer, layin' up against the dumpster

With a one hundred dollar jumper, smothered in southern comfort

Got my Slim Shady sticker on your mother's bumper

She came home screamin', a bunch of motherfuckers jumped her



Aiyo

Pursue to list 'em, there's no need to diss 'em

They be behavin', make sure your whole breathing system

Twist them like big caps, who wants to hear that

Rap, murder rates, and I snap vertebrates

Collapse further states, my tribe reserves the grave

Your pack deserve a crate, in fact the word is fake

I'll cook you slow like egg sufficient nuts

I'm holding vandanna like seven great-molested sluts

Calling me a bitch nigga, you need to stop

Reality, one on one

How many times you got dropped

I'm cut throat when any track runs, I smack none's

It's the rough method that makes Muslims run and pack guns

I'm volcanic (volcanic), the sermon preacher (preacher)

Burning MC's most wanted by Herman Kefa

You tried to get a squad, they was like "Money oh no"

Leavin' you brain dead, hittin' trees with Sonny Bono

I kick without a dojo, D-12 slow flow

Shoot down your mother ship and pimp slap mojo

No pro wanna go knuckle blades with renegade

Nigga tried to go pop, and plus they minute made

My lieutenant spray your brigade, and trampled your flow

Big P, the reason MC's canceled they shows

The truth will hurt, see Proof will work your shame in it

The best part of your show is when you put my name in it

My squad, godly, fearin' shit hardly

So I hope when I die, I dope like Chris Farley

Fuck that



Who run shit, watch these drums hit

You dove head first into some old dumb shit

Here's a can of ass whip, for you to come get

Your clique made their trip, I made them hoes submit

Ask your girl, she knows the scoop don't fuck with Bugz bitch

I'll chop off her titty, have you sucking one tit

Them pink belly niggas is who you run wit'

Making half ass songs, shitty snares and one kick

I hate your damn sound, don't like it one bit

You can make a double album, won't have one hit

Your entire outfit is on some bullshit

And there's not a damn one that I can't out wit'

I admit, that my style is unfit

For mamma's baby boy because I'm on some dumb shit

Like I commit arsony, get harm quick

You pull the alarm switch, I'll stab you in your armpit

Now who the nitwit wanna come get wit'

This egotistic, hip-hop fundal mentalisitic

Don't risk it, you'll get your shit split

Now keep your distance, and keep existence

I'm the persistent when it comes to bench shit

I smoked a blunt with my judge before my sentence

I'm relentless to deny you're senseless

Yo bitch, pay my bill that's where the hell your rent went

Fuck that



I killed competition, with no way out as an opposition

Execute the passengers on the flight my executive decision

Then reminisce on how shady the business

Terrorists asked by Israelis when they visit

Bombed in insentient

One word in three in the making, murdered the exhibition team finish

Beat the ref senseless

No timeout extended play papers over your intermission

And increasing the battlefield with the blood of Christians

Cryin' for the messiah, but he don't listen

I pop my wing when I top the stove frame boil sizzling

I fight a maniac cook, I do damage to kitchens

Fuck Home Depot, I demolition

When I home improve, I'll be there to fix it

For my school is supervision, for down finical aid smoked up my intuition

Only hang out with rappers with explicit lyrics

And pistol grip punks with a beef, bitch do you wanna get eaten



I got a mind full of troubles

Everything is in doubles

I buy my guns in couples

No time to replace fumbles

'Cause MC's come and MC's go, we both flow

Injured from head to toe

No fit a model, we full throttle

You stuck in low, incapable to master flow

Everything is tactical, living mathematical

Watch master flow, unleash and let go

I shit like lava, original designer, married to marijuana since a minor

Making it a chance to see my battleship could get you wet like fibs, what

Applying death-defying feets, maintain to keep my peace

Flow like to see, when I release these beats over concrete



My president transitions has taken place

As eyes spread folk ally on the M-I-CR-O

Power he's cyphin' not quality, I deal it

Lays the track and made it real, I know my people feel it

Keep their head bobbin', and the emotional sobbin'

Plus a cultural cipher after shows, hoes slobbin'

Knobs, love the fuckin' flavor of the icing

Plus I'm precision, my double edge will continue slicin'