Eminem - Instrumental "Through the Atmosphere" New songs January 2012

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[mroddballman]

But ya snitches get buck/ got the double barrel shotgun ta hit em in the gut/ bitch if you think I'm not one to stick you in the butt/ betta not tryta get yo Ass up in front/ know I got the pump I fuckin blast up a chump/ make ya sick to ya stomach then I ask ya for lunch/ little bit a money Shit I'm tryna get bunch/ lookin at me funny you could be the one I crunch/ cash money crash dummy I'm the one that ya want/ ya bet I burn like a blunt/ yea bitch cuz I'm hot/ you tell me to turn it up I'm

[FeddyTracks]

@mroddballman Heat Right Ther Fam!!

[Justatoxicmemory]

Theres a spirit in my lyrics either you can choose to fear it or endure either way you gotta hear it. Its music I make the music you forsake your first mistake was judging me from the gate. A mad rapper mad hatter set to kill you actors posing as jackers. Gangster on youtube sittin in your bedroom quoting mf doom like mommies calling MMM FOOD. Wild and I dont care, I didn't invent rap, But homie i was there so pull up a chair and see these dummies acting funny selling their souls for money,shit

[ciainthehouse]

i'm going to take all of yea'll rhymes and make a mixtape from them called busters with no rhymes

[TheWrongTool]

medic respond, cuz my life is almost gone, 12 acid drops looped in my brain, now its lost, feeling like im hanging on a cross, like a puppet of god, peaked high then dropped, like a coin worth less then a cardboard box, my skull full of rocks, thinking more then a brain full of clocks, seeing time as more then an escape from whats lost, they call me lurker tom, but im not hot, im beyond temps, ill make blood clot, with words that come from robots,

[freindsareforever1]

alot live in fictionary, looks like they took every word out a rhymin dictionary

that wack shit you said bout gettin fly, all from gettin high

no suprise the reason your career never gonna rise

no suprise the rest the world live in lies, why should yall do any different

[tfag2]

God dammit he's a calamity, sanity's vanishing, so how can he have his chance to see a fantasy? He cant challenge me when he's spittin all these fallacy's in reality, committin casualties casually savagely, come on battle me, ill tactically smash you B drastically, back on the attack with the tenacity to murder these rappers ass Cd's, man all my writtens are basically free's finished in minutes, diminish the innocent thats been a bitch, spittin ballistics relentless in vicious clinics

[tfag2]

man i love spittin writtens an shittin on the competition, visions of givin incisions sittin in prison, blood thirsty cannibalism driven, spittin rythm, kickin wisdom, hidden profits thicken fiction in the Christian Religion, this marijuana's turnin him into a monsta in this genre with entendre's im beyond ya, comin in as armed at your upcoming departure as the spanish armada, like it landed on top ya, i malice your partner after i vanish his armor, my sanity's gone sir, raps been conquered

[tfag2]

my lyrical content is constant, plus my dominance in this genre bitch, my spewin toxicants has been a problem since i stepped in Gods providence, destroying continents with this confidence and these documents, ima walkin monument with the skills of a fuckin novelist while you still on novice bitch, when i spit the consequence for these occupants is them in an outta consciousness, shit shit aint comin from anonymous, no bitch but the opposite, your artless not marvelous theres no arguments

[tfag2]

Heat? pshh shit man, if y'all could spit with me then God must enormously care, he's forming your prayers, but the majority of you doesn't compare/ i rip shit/ my bars are vicious, Gods my witness, its hard to grip it/ ill scar your mistress and miss-lodge my giftlist in your ass for callin me misogynistic/ an then lyrically murder you from start to finish, rip your heart in minutes when this artist visits, my arts prolific when i rip apart you critics. bars4days

[mroddballman]

@freddytracks good lookin out.