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Eminem — Love game

♙ Исполнители: Eminem▣ Альбом: The Marshall Mathers LP 2 (2013)◈ Просмотры: 1
Something's burnin', I can't figure out what (Out what)
It's either lust or a cloud of dust
Judgement is clouded; must
Just be the powder from the power of (Love!)
But I'm in something I don't know how to get out of
Left my girl in the house alone
Is that my soon-to-be-spouse’s moan?
And the further I walk,
The louder
Pause for a minute
To make certain that's what I heard
‘Cause after all, this is her place
So I give her
the benefit of the doubt
I think I might be about to bust her, bust her
The thought's scary, yo,
Though and it hurts — brace!
Hope it ain't,
"Here we go, yo!"
‘Cause my head already goes to worst-case
Scenario, though in the first place
But you confirmed my low-end theory though
Should've known when I made it
Аll the way to third base
And that was only the first date
Could've made it to home plate
But you slid straight for the dome
Аnd dove face first
"No, you don't understand,
I don't do this for anyone, ever"
Yeah, that ain't what they all say?
I'll say, you can
Suck a softball through a straw
Used to be my fiancé
'Til you sucked on Wayne, André, and Kanye
LeBron, Akon, JAY, Lil Jon, Raekwon,
Ma$e, Polow da Don, Dre,
Dante Ross, James Conway, Kwamé!
Guess I'm gettin' my g-goddang Jigga on, eh?
'Cause your name, I'm beyond sayin'
But fuck it, I'm movin' on
You women are all cray
But I'll probably always keep on playin' the

Game of love, love, love, love
La-La-La-La-La love

Kendrick Lamar:
She doesn't love me, no, she don't love me no more
She hates my company,
Guess she don't love me no more
I tried to get her up out of my head,
Left my bags at the door
She screamed she loved me
Like she never did before

And I told her, "Go where you wanna!
Go do whatcha wanna do, I don't care!"
And I told her, "Go where you wanna!
Go do whatcha wanna do, I don't care!"

I told that bitch, "I'm a sucker for love,
You a sucker for dick"
Suckin' dick in your mama tub,
Then your granny walked in
Told the stupid nigga
to duck under the water
He drowned, like an abortion
They booked you for manslaughter
You beat the case
And I called ya
"Sherane is not available now,
Leave a message at the tone
And Kendrick, don't forget to buy two pair of
Those expensive heels, you little fuckin' Ferris wheel
Fuckin' spinnin' on me
Fuck you think, we gon' get married still?
Fuckin' Mary had a little lamb,
This ain't no fairy tale
Fairy godmama better tell you how I fuckin' feel
Like you should fuckin' beat it
Or fuckin' eat it while I'm on my period
Now have a blessed day!"
Bitch, you serious?
I'm in the mirror with this look on my face, curious
Why you ain't fuckin' with me?
You cut me deep as Caesarean
You know I want you bad as a Benjamin, I'm delirious
I want you bad
As the head shattered on George Zimmerman
After the Dillinger hit him diligently and killin' him
His mouthpiece
for a Cadillac emblem
That's analogy and metaphor for you
I should win a medal for all the ways I adore you
This is me talkin' cordial, yeah,
I got some home training
That ain't what you like, ain't it?
What about if I was as famous
as Marshall?
Would you give fellatio in the carpool?
Cops pull us over,
Тhey just wanna know if you gargle
Singin', "I hope she's good enough
Meanwhile you're chasin' her"
Chlamydia couldn't even get rid of her
Pity the fool
Аnd pity the fool in me, I'ma live with her

Game of love, love, love, love
La-La-La-La-La love

She doesn't love me, no, she don't love me no more
She hates my company,
Guess she don't love me no more
I tried to get her up out of my head,
Left my bags at the door
She screamed she loved me
Like she never did before

And I told her, "Go where you wanna!
Go do whatcha wanna do, I don't care!"
And I told her, "Go where you wanna!
Go do whatcha wanna do, I don't care!"

So needless to say I'm feelin' betrayed
Snatch my house key
off her key chain
She jumps off Wee-Bey
from The Wire's dick
Now she's chasin' me with a cheese grater
Here goes that broken record cliché
It's all my fault anyway
She's turnin' the tables,
I'm a beat-break
She treats my face like Serato,
She cuts and scratches like a DJ
Each day is an Instant Replay
They say what we display
Is symptomatic of addict behaviour
Back together
But forgot today was her B-day
She cut me off on the freeway
Simple misunderstanding
But just as I went to slam on the brakes
That's when I realized that she may be
Crazy as me, wait
Bitch cut my fuckin' brakeline
Stepped on them fuckers eight times
Still goin'
Seventy-three,
Thank God there's an exit comin' up
What the mother-F-U-C-K's wrong with her?
Hit the off ramp
'Til I coasted to a goshdamn halt
Hit a fuckin' tree,
Now here she comes at full speed
She's racin' at me, okay, you wanna fuck with me, eh?
Snatch that bitch out her car through the window
She screamin', I body slam her on the cement
Until the concrete gave and created a sinkhole
Buried the stink ho in it,
Then paid
To have the street repaved
(The fuck?)
Woke up in a dream state in a cold sweat
Like I got hit with a freeze ray
During a heat wave
Guess I eventually caved though,
'Cause she's layin' next to me in bed
Directly aimin' a gat at my head!
Woke up again and jumped up
Like, "Fuck it! I've had it, I'm checkin' into rehab"
I confess I'm a static addict,
I guess that's why I'm so clingy
Every girl I've ever had
Either says
I got too much baggage
Or I'm too fuckin' dramatic
Man, what the fuck is the matter?
I'm just a fuckin' romantic
I fuckin' love you, you fuckin' bitch!
Combative, possessive,
In fact last time I was mad at an ex
I actually set off a chain reaction of tragic events
I said, "Hit the road", then after she left
I sent that bitch a text that said,
"Be careful driving
Don't read this
And have an accident"
She glanced to look at it
Аnd wrecked
Too bad
Thought we had a connect
No sense dwelling makes
Never been a more compelling case
Than the model covered in L'Oréal and mace
Who fell from grace eleven stories for storytellin'
While the whore was yellin',
"Rape!"
'Til her vocal cords were swellin'
And her voice were more hoarser
Тhan Tori Spellings' face
Still they swarm the gates of my fancy estates
To greet Norman Bates with a warm embrace
'Less you're Andrea Yates, don't ask me for a date though
Don't be late, well,
Тhe sentiment's great
But wait, think there's been a mistake
You wanted an intimate date,
I wanna intimidate
I have infinite hate in my blood
It's mainly 'cause of the game of
Wait, "dinner at eight?"
I have infinite hate in my blood
It's mainly 'cause of the

Game of love, love, love, love
La-La-La-La-La love
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