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				  Eminem "Battle" | 
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				    Eminem "Battle"
 
 
Tekst:
 
What? What? What? You wanna battle ME? Yo man,
 
how much money you got? What? What? What? You
 
wanna battle ME? Yo man, how much money you got?
 
 
I used to guzzle 40's, and own a beat up Caddy
 
Since the hood still love me, I'll turn the heat
 
up daddy I went from mackin fly honies on the
 
train to straight relaxin on the beach, countin
 
money gettin brain Soon as you rappers get a
 
chance you wanna floss a lot You buy a iced out
 
watch because it cost a lot Then you in the club,
 
stylin with dough Profilin with hoes that we
 
boned, a while ago You rookies haven't done
 
enough laps around the track You had one hot
 
single, but then your album sounds wack Son you
 
bore me with your war stories You ain't even do
 
that shit, so that's just more stories How you
 
expect us to take you seriously? The look in my
 
eye punk, has got you scared of me I'm blastin
 
your sons, I'm snatchin your funds You catch a
 
royal ass-whoopin, you've been askin for one
 
 
I'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise the
 
game What.. what? We thorough to the end Yo
 
man..You know the drill I'm bout to slap rappers
 
[ Find more Lyrics on [link widoczny dla zalogowanych] ]
 
around and bruise the game What.. what? You wanna
 
battle me? Yo man..How much money you got?
 
 
Bitch you don't even know, the half about me I
 
bring it straight to your chest, ask your staff
 
about me I'm just a little bit older, plus a
 
whole lot wiser I might advise ya, or I might
 
pulverize ya I can visit any city, get respect in
 
the street While you alone in your room, shook to
 
death of the streets I'll take a second to speak,
 
I keep my weapon in reach I ain't talkin romance
 
but you'll get swept off your feet I keeps a
 
ghetto chick, that loves to blast and she peddle
 
shit Groupies fake moves, I get her to settle
 
shit You can't compare to the status right here
 
Legendary worldwide, we can battle right here
 
Listen junior, I'ma tear back your wig This ain't
 
TV but I'll show you what a "Fear
 
Factor" is Stop grillin me, and all that
 
frontin is killin me You leave me no choice but
 
to hurt your feelings G
 
 
I'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise the
 
game What.. what? You wanna battle me? Yo
 
man..How much money you got? What.. what? We
 
thorough to the end Yo man..You know the drill
 
I'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise the
 
game I'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise
 
the game We thorough to the end I'm bout to slap
 
rappers around You know the drill We thorough to
 
the end I'm bout to slap rappers around and
 
bruise the game You know the drill 
				    
				    
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