Eminem - Macosa (feat. Outsidaz) (demo) Lyrics
[Young Zee]*Talking*I'm allowed to ***** up whenever... whenever I want...This the Outhouse...Lemme smoke a joint first...Here, Pace...[Young Zee]95% of all y'all rappers buttAnd y'all ride dick so much y'all gon' make me nutsYou'll get your jaw clocked, I'll drag your ass for four blocksDunk your head in Clorox, use your dreads for my floor mopGay or straight, my Papermate'll do a date rapeZee can't wait, I'll go Great Bank on a blank tapeLost like Spigg Nice, stick you for your thick iceGood to hit twice 'fore you catch me usin' trick diceGo to parole off of two in stolen wheelsMy colon holdin' pills, ***** takin' some Golden SealI smoke leaky and black like BETAnd ***** hoes raw dog 'til my balls catch VDMess with us, straight up, y'all better bustI'm the one you'll never dust, it's still the same as it ever wasI'll leave the crowd in a Coupe with white wallsAnd scream, "If y'all ain't Outz then y'all could ride my balls!"Beef with us you might just catch a black eyeAnd ride for your crispy 850-II ***** with them drugs 'cuz it gets me highMama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosaBeen doin' this rap shit since '85Then 'Clef put me down with the Fugee-laIt's only right me and Yah get a piece of the pieMama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosaMama-se, Mama-sa, Ma-macosaMama-se, Mama-sa, Ma-macosaMama-se, Ma-sa, Ma-macosaMama-se, Mama-sa, Ma-macosa[Slang Ton]Yo, all the boys in the lobby get needles filled with poison ivyPut 'em in the hospital and give 'em a poison IVMy crew get high much off brew and Thai skunkIt makes my style off the wall like suicide jumpsWe sip lots of liq' shotsIt makes my hip-hop fat as your lip got when Ikickboxed with flip-flopsAnd give a disk jockey six copies of this floppyShit I be dyin' for is your piece of shit hobby?You borin' like Oran Dice, I'm more than hypeBungee jumpin with cordless mics, for tourists sitesTon Slanga, I'm dopin', pills and cokin'Lung cancer in my throat and still smokin'[Az-izz]Now, when your partner die, who got the rightTo do the homicide and you shot the guy?And when you's 'bout to cry who got you high?Say Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosaI'll blast the guy that don't pass the lyeLeave him paralized and agonizedFellas, grab the thighs that's by your sideSay Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa[D.U.]Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macoMama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macoMama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macoMama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-maco[Pace Won]Wanna live this Outsida businessBlunt splitters, all thatMultiple musical contracts to fallback...On... set like I was Liu Kang for Kombat...Armed like Emmit when I rush crewsMore hardcore than DMC and Krush GrooveDon't need hands to touch youMr. Perfect, the one you want to rap likeThe name rap fiends have in their mouth like a crack pipeSlap the ***** out you, remember usI'm the man your father never was, or could've beenMaybe if they passed out weed in high school, I would've wentGot it down, yoEven if you sing like Brownstone you couldn't "Take The Crown Home"Try to call me out and get the dial tonePace Woner, dickin' 5-0 in a stolen gray Hummer[Eminem]Me and Pace had to flee in haste from bein' chasedFor some E & Js we boosted out of some Korean placeI get drunk and hang-glide off of St. Ides'And spray-paint the plain sides of all the subway train ridesI got a pitbull that eats sheep and spits woolAnd chews on human body tissue 'til its stomach gets fullSkip school, barely went to class, thinkin' shit's coolHid a loaded pistol under this retarded kid's stoolI had a dream I blew up with half a mil' soldAnd still stole a credit card, a purse, and someone's billfoldI'm from the city where the weather's always real coldAnd chill mode can turn into somebody gettin' steel-toedWe be hangin' on the block 'til dawnStayin' spaced out like Dr. OctagonFeelin' for the beats like they Chaka KhanMama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosaPace Won, Slang Ton, and YahYoung Zee, Az-Izz, D.U., and muahBizarre Kid, Loon One and RahMama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa[Young Zee]Beef with us you might just catch a black eyeAnd ride for your crispy 850-IWe ***** with them drugs 'cuz it gets us highMama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosaBeen doin' this rap shit since '85Then 'Clef put me down with the Fugee-laIt's only right me and Yah get a piece of the pieMama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosaMama-se, Ma-sa, Ma-macosaMama-se, Ma-sa, Ma-macosaMama-se, Ma-sa, MacosaMama-mama-mama-mama-macosa
