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Artist:
Eminem
Released: 2008
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Eminem:
This is your Fucking captain speaking

We will soon be reaching an altitude of four million and a half feet

That’s eight million miles in the sky

Please, undo your seatbelt for takeoff

You are now free to smoke about the cabin



Dr.Dre:

I’m Dre from back in the day from

NWA from black and the gray from

Choking a bitch to smacking her face from

Stacking up bodies to

Racking their kegs up

from Racking a bitch to

Stacking them crates up

I’m still hungry and I’m back with a tapeworm

And we was happening and rapping Entertainment

Me & Shady for us competition

Faggot, There ain’t none



Eminem:

Speak of the devil

It’s attack of the rain man

Chainsaw in hand, blood stain on my apron

Soon as the blade spun run, they run away from

Who wanna play dungeon?

No one is safe from

In search of a brain surgeon

A great one

Wait, it ain’t funny man

It’s urgent I need one

Two boxes of detergent and a paint gun

And an emergency squirt gun to spray A-1





So one more time for old time’s sake

Dre, drop that beat and scratch that brake

Now just blow a little bit of that smoke my way

And let’s go

We’re now smoking with the best (the best)

I said one more time for old time’s sake

Dre, drop that beat and scratch that brake

Now just send a little bit of that smoke my way

And let’s go

We’re now smoking with the best (the best)





Smoke signal in the sky like Verizon wireless

A nice environment

Surprised, entirely hypnotized by the sound I surround the hydrants

taking lives of firemen

Say goodbye, here I am again

Naked wives and vicadin

Before I begin to get so high; pussy boy, I could spin

Fin, fin

Fuck the handle I fly off the hinge

Let that boy off the bench, coach and throw it to him

There he goes in his trench coat, no clothes again

Baby, make us some French toast and show us some skin

I'll show you every inch grows of my foreskin

Show me nipple I pinch, throw up, and throw up a ten

Now you know it’s a sin to tease, blow us again

The sorcerer of intercourse - if it’s forced, it’s him

Don’t fight the feeling if you’re feeling the force within

And when you wake up in the morning next to the porcelain





So one more time for old time’s sake

Dre, drop that beat and scratch that brake

Now just blow a little bit of that smoke my way

And let’s go

We’re now smoking with the bst (the best)

I said one more time for old time’s sake

Dre, drop that beat and scratch that brake

Now just send a little bit of that smoke my way

And let’s go

We’re now smoking with the best (the best)



Dr.Dre:

Now where’s smoke, there’s fire

Where there’s fire, there’s flames

Where’s there’s flames, there’s chronic

Either you high or you ain’t

I got no time for no games



Eminem:

Nah, uh he ain’t playing

He’s gonna get the AKA and aim it right at your brain

I’m slightly insane

Vodka and creatine

Hypnotic and red bull

It’s an incredible energy drink

And it’s given me wings

I believe I can fly

While I pee on a girl

You catch me, CSI

It’s as easy as pie

And as simple as cake

Dre, get on the mic and make them tremble and shake



Dr.Dre:

Now put your smoke up in the air

And raise your henny and coke

And if you really wanna get Fucked up, just let me know

We can smoke till there’s no more lighter fluid to do it

Let's get into it

You smoking with the triest and truest

I got the Midas touch

When it comes to rolling shit up

You MotherFuckers ain’t smoking

You just holding Shit up

Now here we go

Let’s get up, get down hold up a blunt

I smoke the kinda stuff that make the records go number one

Cuz if at first you don’t succeed, won’t hurt to smoke some weed

Now them words are just a little more personal for me

Seeing is how I blew up off of puffing them trees



Eminem:

Well puffing ain’t enough for me

Fuck yeah, light it up Cheech, come on

Smoke me out, cuz

Give me contact buzz

Get me on track

They love me when I’m on that stuff

But this earth calling Shady, man come on back


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