YouTube.com slash Tim Westwood TV Yo blast me off Tim With a boom Blast me off son Right now we're doing this for Beijing baby Understand how it's going down That's how you talk Blastin' off right now son Real big re- We're the legendary. I'm in the game. Dripping in swagger juice. Yeah. We ready to go in this?
Yeah, yeah. Are we swaggered up? Swaggered up. Let's do it, baby. Radio on West.
We're on San Francisco. It's about to go down. Eminem. Come on, baby. Alchemist.
We're doing it like this. Let's go, baby. All right, look.
I wasn't born mean, I was pushed to dredge me I walk the streets looking for some push to fetch me I'm like a veggie, brain is turning mush, I'm edgy Edgy enough to give Reggie Bush a wedgie If he don't give me Kim, things could get messy So pass that ass to me, let me squish the left cheek And press against the right one till it's smushed against me And leave a dead body in the woods, the MC with the Christopher Reeves beef We started off on the wrong foot Or should I say fake leg made out of wood? I shouldn't, yes I should Riding through the hood, I'm chillin' with Westwood I'm quite mellow, a white fellow My pee is bright yellow, I like jello I'm like, hello To a cute little dyke on the mic, I'm kinda like See, I'm the first one to class and the last to leave I mean, the first one to leave out of class, believe Then I'm a mailbox pimp and my heart's locked out Even after I'm all gone and my ashes fried Went from an ashy guy, class clown as high To a grown-ass man stuck in paypal Run your naps to click, D12's decay We been spittin' this since we was little babies Gaga, Goo Goo, Nana, Nani, Doo Doo, never Where did my homie M? I'm just too, too clever A four, five shot, I leave her face lopsided The kick from the barrel make you think I'm cock-eyed When I bust it off in the crowd, it start divin' Greg Lucanus and Nova the bar, I ain't lyin' Hot iron ethos, not defiant a soldier Run your naps, soldier, equals death when it's over It's none colder than... This random struggle, apply the street muscle, we been had the hustle, we been had the hustle, we been had the muscle, apply the street muscle, we been had the hustle Me and Westwood blastin' off, jackin' off in a pair of acid wash, bumpin' ash and raw, cruisin' grasses it till I damn near crashed the car trying to smash them off and the dash hit the overpass went off over the bridge in the oncoming traffic caused a massive 42 car pile up not a scratch at all hopped up holding an axe and saw Jason mask is off but my face is plastered in Tabasco sauce Spittin' flames, kickin' fire out your ass You little f***, you can pass it on I'm battery acid, dawg You don't wanna get my ass ticked off I'm harder than playin' basketball While I'm goin' through crack withdrawal Dick so big, it's like elastic I tie it in a knot and it looks like Mr. Fantastic Cross the path of plastic, man, with a drastic force And when s***, put my penis on classic sports Woo!
Once again it's the sinister, cynical minister Shade Equipped the knight to Superman, he's a dentist to Amy Administer of the pain, just finished huffing the pain And muffler fumes like it was nothing because it ain't Anything in his way is enemies he displays His venom he sprays, reaches It's like beams of energy rays, menacing stares He clears, making the hairs all on the back of your neck Stand like Dracula, yeah, spectacular rep He's a tarantula, gargantuan, yeah, Angela So I command you to start dancing Part Manson, part Hannibal, part McKenna Shark throwing animal parts at Scarlett Johansson Into my gas chamber, your gangsta my ass He's got his fangs to your neck, he's set to strangle your ass Hater, your face in the task, raider, he's chasing your ass He's got his face in a mask, your blood stains on his glass table I'm checking the exposure of photos of me exposing Myself locked inside of a cozy hotel posing With and without clothing, next to the decomposing Bodies eroding while I'm dosing or overdosing Windows opening, shutting, doors opening, closing I think there's a ghost, too much hydrochlorone and codeine I was only supposed to swallow a half I took the whole thing, I'm not joking I think I just snorted my nose ring I need a drink, I'm standing over the sink Posing myself, self-loathing Cause I'm on the brink, mostly I don't wanna think This'll make everything rosy Beverly sings, scream while I'm severing three toesies Totally frozen while I close in I'm yodeling, Rosie Won't you come out to play? Nuisance, wasting time, cutting and pasting Headlines in the papers, making shrines Of my crimes and capers, my words are whirlwinds I murdered my girlfriend. Go to Europe and put Nerfins in my syrup and stir them You never heard of him like this So don't encourage him, the neurosurgeon Code Rear is a lyrics person The kind of person to get Katie Couric to curse him 80 Spirits of Ladies, Cachete, Murder the Virgins Crazy Turner, invented that he emerged to go for the world All the children, lured them into the building and killed them Parried them in the mud, and they'll do what he will Do what he feels and still can spin Drawing the gold like rubber stills can cotton the silk Multran the talent, all three pills, the real slim Shady's into the building, it's nothing but crumbled leaves And tumbleweeds up in his bitch, Mildred, he's ill with it He still shouldn't be ill, there's no one as sick as CMC So get frickin' seat on the grill then I have no idea what I'm doing I have no idea what I'm doing But everybody get up Sit up Christopher The miserable without you Superman is alive And he's flowing like the mystic river Girl don't act like you've never been Kiss before One, two, three, four Five, six, this-a Rhyme is about to hit you right in the kiss-a How did anybody ever find me?
I disappeared I was hiding in freeways Beard gissa Hot skip and a jump from my skin gushing Nails into my face that I've been pushing. Hair raising, my face is my pincushion. It's like when I'm on the mic, I can squish her.
Sucker like a vice grip, my pin putcher. In the slot the house, cause your style's been butchered. I'll spin chainsaw, take off like the blades on.
My brain's on hyperdrive, someone put the brakes on. Now here's a smidgen of midget to get your digits bridged. Don't try to fidget with it, or rip it, rip it.
I got you slipping on my swag juice, my swag juice. I got you slipping on my swag juice, my swag juice. Now here's a smidgen of midget to get your digits bridged.
BLEEP Don't try to fidget with it, uh-huh, ribbit, ribbit I got you slippin' on my Because he gets as busy as a bee, baby You can throw a frisbee in the blizzard He'll catch it in his teeth, what is he? He's a wizard Standin' in the disco with a disco biscuit And I'm pretty sure it isn't biscuit, is it? Now, baby, don't forget to bring your lipstick, witcher I want I'm like the kiss before I blow this to smither. Reams get the guillotine, this is a sitcher.
Wesson is critical, his dress spins hiser. Turntables and he cuts the record like a scissor. Jack a jigger, jack a jigger, jack a jack a jigger.
We'll wreck it in a second, tell me what the heck it says. Wait a minute, I just dropped my necklace in the liquor Now baby, just to make a little breakfast in the sixer Clock in the morning, let's see what to get some dessert So here's a smidgen, here's a ticket to Bridget's I got you slipping on my swag juice. My swag juice.
I got you slipping on my swag juice. I said, here's a smidgen of midget tickets and digits. Bridget, don't try to fidget with it.
Ribbit, ribbit. I got you slipping on my swag juice. My swag juice. I got you slipping on my swag.
My swag juice. Yeah Yo Just so everybody knows That was a Hook that we made On the way to the radio station And we were trying To get it right So we made it A couple times Or whatever But this is what We were trying to Like work out Before we came here Especially for Westwood man Especially for you Homie Damn Eminem We're with you baby YouTube.com slash Tim Westwood TV