There He Is - Eminem feat Bobby Creekwater
[Intro: Bobby Creekwater]
Yesssss, ladies and gentlemen (yeah man)
Bobby Creekwater, today's host
Today's narrator, yeah
(We do this sh_t every year around this time)
Today's what-the-f_ck-ever you wanna call it
But I need y'all to sit back, and listen
Listen man (f_ck what you write man, just go get 'em)
[Verse One]
An executive mindframe, f_ck tryin to rap
N_ggaz represent a corner, I refined the map
Artesian water, this is flow untapped
And rep for 'em like Mike on playoff night; that's if the payoff right
The dream team, Bobby Creek, Em, 50 and them
We +Run the City+ like Diddy and them
The opposition we just pityin them, it's no chance
Put you n_ggaz in the special olympics is no dance
I'm nice like a meal twice, n_gga no grams
Get them b_tches out they pants, I did it with no hands!
See, one thing's for sure I'm pure uncut
Baby you can either stay down or get gunned up
Mr. Night Life, I can give you n_ggaz sun up
I just get an order, let my n_ggaz pick the gun up
That's when I bone ya, n_gga wake yo' punk ass up
This is ammonia, f_ck your face up
B_tches won't even telephone ya
I can space age pimpin, a pocket full of stone ya
Ya dig? Take the world over that's the gig
Sell enough units have Paul and Jimmy dancin the jig
Roll the Maserati through the city, me and Riggs
Bumpin Obie Trice, shoot a bird at the pigs
Ever since a n_gga got rich
Life is still a b_tch but she a high class b_tch
I just wanna f_ck with me a high class b_tch
N_gga pitch that on some eyeglass sh_t
See I classic, enough to get the mics back right
And I'm a fan of record sales, I don't like that hype
I'm here to end it
[Chorus]
Oh Lord that n_gga mean, ain't he?
Yea, goddamn that n_gga clean, ain't he?
Yea, see he a greedy baby
But some people tend to call him the return of Shady
There he is - goddamn that n_gga clean, ain't he?
Yea, oh Lord that n_gga mean, ain't he?
Yea, see he a greedy baby
But some people tend to call him the return of Shady
Bobby Creek, Bobby Creek...
[Verse Two]
Yea, yeah
Nice like Mike right, you n_ggaz soft as night lights
Diamond's a tall order I'm just tryin to get the hype right
I'm throwed off, so hard, so soft, sold out
Bought the Coupe a color of nice weather and rolled out
I can't hold out, hot like a fish fried
Who the f_ck is this guy? The ruler on the disc I
Hit you in your suit coolers, I'm in the Coupe cooler
than pigskin men base runners and hoop shooters
A loose screw ban money like the legendary Roots crew
This is just the sh_t that I am used to
Oh nah, I don't bust a chopper but I used to
Now I put the word out - I'm sure you n_ggaz heard 'bout
Young boss sold money, old school new paint
Ball knowin you can't, give a f_ck what you think
Member of the mighty Shady Records, n_gga you ain't
Think you f_ckin with me then double whatever you drink
You can't fathom what the b_tch throwin at him
Couple n_ggaz hatin on him but the fans waitin on him
like a, PlayStation 3, money for your advance
My vacation fee, ain't no use in hatin me n_gga
And don't sh_t-talk pimp, I'd rather flush
anyone with big enough nuts to come and f_ck with us
I bust but keep in mind, pressure bust pipes
And you n_ggaz wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight
What the f_ck? (yeah)
[Chorus]
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