Eminem - Rush Ya Clique Lyrics
{Pace Won}Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what?Outz in the area tearing things upCrush your chick, touch your trick, what?Outz in the area tearing things up (Sing it with me!)Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what?Outz in the area tearing things upCrush your chick, touch your trick, what?Outz in the area tearing things up{Az-Izz}Yo, I'm finally convinced my kindness and innocenceIs a crime in a sense, climbing a fenceDiagonally bent, dying in agony in a magically eventOutz in a fear of family presentsCapped in clak smoke, pack toast in a black coatTo roast mother*****ers, over lactoseStay skeed off laced weedI take cheese, and page trees in the BricksRolling box of Tracies{Pace Won}Call a go-go dancerGet up in that ass and wreck shop like colon cancerHit it from the back, ***** can't hold her pants upOnce for my *****, twice for my block,I got it locked like handcuffsPacer got a razor, get you and your man cutSwing a blow you can't duckThrow up your hands, what?Nobody on earth could see PacerI get your shit then peel off like Speed Racer{Pace Won}Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what?Outz in the area tearing things upCrush your chick, touch your trick, what?Outz in the area tearing things up (Sing it with me!)Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what?Outz in the area tearing things upCrush your chick, touch your trick, what?Outz in the area tearing things up{Slang Ton}I hit you bastards raps fast as Janet Jackson's coochieYour raps is half mastered, mad average, wack bolognaAnd if you ever wanna get a dealYou should either OD off skill pillsOr steal my reel-to-reelMost of y'all emcees ain't tight as y'all should be whenI'm tighter than the jeans that show hoochie chicks' coochie printsOutsidaz, we hot as Hell's flames isAnd I'm Slang-iz, my tapes get pumped like twelve gauges{Eminem}I'm so weeded (How weeded are you?)I'm so weeded I can freestyle for sixteen bars (Ha ha ha)Right off the top, then go back to the topAnd then repeat it (Ha)Write it down on the paperAnd still be able to read it (Sorry)I can't read, but I still write to my pen pals (Uh, uh, dear)I can't fly, but I still float on cement clouds (Whee!)I can't see cause my eyes already been gouged outI been down with the Outz for ten thou-sand years({Pace Won} So dunn, here?)Some weird kids with piercings in more than one earLauryn, huh? Hill?({Pace won} There's more than one? IIIllll)What? You want me to stop? Here?{Pace Won}Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what?Outz in the area tearing things upCrush your chick, touch your trick, what?Outz in the area tearing things up (Sing it with me!)Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what?Outz in the area tearing things upCrush your chick, touch your trick, what?Outz in the area tearing things up{Young Zee}YeaYour girl could suck my dick chewing Big RedTill she choke and scrape her wisdom tooth on my dick headPuff a tray bag, Outz never pay cabsBust a A-rab, front on taking us up eighth AveYea, we all of the a volumesWhat be the outcome?We selling twenty million albumsAy your record, ain't nobody buy thatYou fell off, and had to take your five micAnd push a Withe Ac, with a bike rack{Axe}It's the A, the X, the EWhy pay for ass, if I can sex for free?F' with we, what you expect to seeDeath's your destiny, when it's my time for rest in peaceBet they find my pistol next to meMy dick is giving ecstasyShit I say, spread like leprosyI'm on a quest to be, the best emceeLiving recklessly, ***** the weaponryLay you on your back like Lei Wulong from Tekken 3Yo follow, never question me{Pace Won}Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what?Outz in the area tearing things upCrush your chick, touch your trick, what?Outz in the area tearing things up (Sing it with me!)Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what?Outz in the area tearing things upCrush your chick, touch your trick, what?Outz in the area tearing things up{Pace Won}C'mon yoBust your lip, rush ya clique, what?Crush your chick, touch your trick, what?Snuff your *****, crush your whip, what?Outz in the area tearing things upOutworld baby
