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    Default Eminem - Welcome 2 Hell

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    Welcome 2 Hell Lyrics

    Yeah, told you weíd be back
    Welcome 2 Hell

    Thereís a switch, I flip, emotions cut off
    So cold I done froze my butt off
    And this ainít even the tip of the iceberg yet
    Itís like squirting a squirt gun in the ocean, **** off
    Other words I didnít put a dent in the game compared
    To the damage Iíve yet to do
    As long as you still have feelings to hurt
    Iíll be around as long as you let me get to you
    Long as I got two balls to palm
    Iíll be the bomb, youíre just a false alarm
    Get scared little pissants
    And see if I donít come along and stomp your farm
    Thunder and lightning, rain, hail
    Sleet with a tornadoís the kind of brainstorm I get
    So when the wind starts blowing, shit
    Talking about going in? Going insane is more like it
    Wizard of words when he spits hazardous with it
    Like a disastrous blizzard
    So you better listen quick fast donít miss it
    Yeah, go ahead little prick bastard, diss it
    But when you get hit with a sick ass explicit flow
    Donít ask how much of his passion is it that goes in it
    Just know, that all he knows is this
    Itís better to kick ass than kiss it
    **** dastardly of audacity
    Mental capacity, unmatched it has to be stopped
    But it canít be, but man I canít just keep
    Doing them like that or no one will rap with me
    Except one, you asked who is it?

    Guess who just came through the blast, you *****es
    With the ratchet, the book of Matthew
    A book of matches, lighting them under white linen
    You about to have to admit it, they pass you the mic
    Asked you to spit it, you got handed your own ass
    Your ass in your own hands, Iím sure they goní laugh
    When youíre going to the bathroom with it
    Now with what would you come against us
    Better be something with a big foot pedigree
    Easily these are the reasons
    That we need to be in your prayers
    Each region breeds some MCs that wanna be
    Which means they wanna breath our air
    With these ideas, anybody thinkiní
    That the game donít need, the Bad and the Evil regime
    Thatís like saying that bad boy Piston team didnít need Isaiah

    Sip piss and bleed, this is a different breed of MCs
    I swear, better be aware, thereís too much at stake
    And to find someone this raw on a beat is rare
    You can kiss my ass and the shit stains on my underwear that I donít even wear

    This gotta be no fair
    This like hittiní the lottery, oh yeah
    Who you know hotter there gotta be no pair
    Shotty that I got a lobotomy, your hair
    Classic, smack it, smother it, read it and weep it
    And perhaps youíll have no rebuttaliní
    In fact, you seeiní me in this rap
    And itís like saying Tila Tequila can sing like Jasmin Sullivan

    Back to bash her skull again
    Push a ***** out the Aspen until I get the **** out of Dodge (Dodge Aspen)
    Shouldnít have to explain my metaphors
    You has-beens are duller than color books that ainít colored in
    Second and third, fourth wind, gotta another win
    Here they come again, none other than, Bad and Evil
    Also known as Saddam and Osama Bin
    Itís been a long time
    But I bet neither one of us have felt sicker than we do right now
    And we only get iller with time
    Me and Nickel ****ing shit up on the dime so telliní us to pipe down
    Itís like talking to a meth head
    Bruce Willis on his death bed, last breath with an infection
    Fighting it while heís watching internet porn
    About to meet his death with an erection
    My God, what I mean is
    David Carradine jacking his ***** in front of his tripod
    Choking his own neck, what part you donít get?
    Iím saying I die hard

    When you listen to my bars, nothiní but the F-I-R/ E
    Cominí out your iPod (we) come up in a place
    Chicks heads start spinning like mother****iní white walls

    Got your mother suckiní my balls
    (While we) **** each other, we punch each other in the eyeballs
    And I never say Iím sor-ry, the Five-Nine and the Fire Marshall
    (We) spit with an intensity to shut shit down in the industry
    Two different entities, with a propensity
    To put these N-U-T-S up inside of your ****ing mouth
    Welcome to the CD



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