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Вот тексты фристала эминема и его друга, когда они на тачке приезжают в шэлтэр, перед тем как Боб скажет "Yeah, fuck the free world".
You forced to listen to the individual, the metaphysical,
The Mac Mitten ryhme ritual,
Heterosexual,
Syllables, they sound complex to you,
Line's perplexin' you,
With words that could put a hex on you,
Snap that neck on you,
Murder you, boil you,
We keep a white boy or two,
Let my man grab the mike,
You'll see how Bunny Rabbit do!
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Your style is generic,
Mine's authentic made.
I roll like a renegade,
You need clinic aid.
My techniques bizarre and ill
I scar and kill,
You were a star until I served
You like a bar and grill.
As I proceed to cook and grill ya,
Thats all it took to kill ya,
You better recongnize me
Like I look familiar.
You wanna battle
You beat around the bush
Like you scared to lick pussy
So you eat around the tush.
I need a clown to push,
Someone that I can bully.
Wait a minute,
I don't think you understand me fully
Me without a style is like mustard without the Heinz
I lead the new school
You're a buster without the rhymes,
I'll crush the shit out ya lines.
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Now I'm Da Sheki
Smokin' da leaky leaky.
Ten freaky girls inside the Chin Tiki.
Girl, when you see me
You better believe me,
This ain't a game
And pimpin' ain't easy.
Anything goes when it come to ho's,
I'm the kingpin when it comes to flows.
You better ask someone if you don't know,
When you see me girl say
What up, doe
Chin Tiki girls
Chin Chin Chin Tiki girls
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(tnx to kalelia)
В саундтреке это track 4 и 5
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