Eminem - Vegas Lyrics
[Verse 1: Eminem]Got a shitty grin, ***** show me them itty-bitty titties againWe're in Sin City, since when did we begin to get addicted to dopeDiggity ***** you need to go run and go get your friggidy-friendsI'm looking at your bum-stickdy-bum hunThe migidy mac's, bigidy backDon't act wigidy-wack, you can get the fididy-finger, the middleYou little busy *****, stick-stickity inGot a 6 o' clock craving, stop get CirocIt's about to be an unbelievable nightI call it surreal, so mix a lot tape inHit the next spot to spot my next victimI'm picky like I missed a spot shavingCame to sip vodka, shit yeah, that little chick is hot but if she got rabiesI wouldn't give the ***** a shot, I poke her in the rearBut I bet if I lick her, she'll try to chase me (Haha)What are you pit, rot, mixed or you just got fixed well shit then let's lip-lockPiss off you little snobby little pig snot noseYou think you're hot shit cause you're in heatWell get your girl solarThen I'm your polar opposite dog cause I'm colder than popsicle sticks, poppin' shitTalkin' it, walkin' it, spit rocksThen my sick thoughts are about to lick shotsLike this shit's hopping, and did-dropping in chocolate-y whip-toppingSo whether you're Hip Hop, Slipknot, Big, PacKid Rock, Kris Kross, Rick Ross, you'll dig thisIf not then kickbox in flip flopsAnd I produced the trackSo you don't have to ask who it is when this shit knocks (TURN UP!)So [?] and I'mma keep on saying all the shit I should be hung for, probably killed for sayingAnd I probably will, but not until the day I pop a pill againAnd drop until I dropAnd Shady in a coma [?], Mohammad is in Parkinson's [?]My brain made me Robin Williams crazy,Boy end up with dementia, rocking with a sadistBut ain't a sadist, but if the thought is entertainingI ain't stopping till be sprayed itOh my god, for real man, not again I'm shakingBut before I tie a rope around this nobIf they don't like it, got a knob they can slob on until -Wait I just forgot what I was thinking...What's it called again? I'm blankingSome thing about the balls between my legs and I think I can feel it dangling, it's throbbing and it's veiningWait I think I got it, okay ***** I got you, Robin Williams [?]***** go hang in the lobby unless you came to slob meCome on kemosabeIt's past time, like your favorite hobbyCause if the way that I spit shit remains on my dick then she grab me by the nuts and tried to take my sausage as a hostageAin't it obvious? Pretty much a no brainer, or should I say Cobainer?That she's plain addicted to my dick like Lorena BobbitGot a wean her off it, weiner off it like she took my *****ing penis, chopped it, and stuck it up between her armpitsAnd she begun to swing a crumpet knife and paint the carpet, at least that's what her train of thought isCause I came, saw, conquered, hit it, quit it, and made a [?]And I always end up giving these *****es some complexAnd I don't mean apartmentSo spread your feet apartAnd let me see you do some yoga stretches, splitsNow grab this CuisinartAnd make me breakfast, *****, that's a prerequisiteAnd that's just to get in this bedroom, *****Walked up to that Ke$ha chick (what up?)Said my name is Booger, wanna catch a flick?I'll even let you pick, make her fetch a stickBet you if you get this old dog these new tricksTo get familiar with I'll learn extra quickKick a pregnant *****, oops, I guess the shitTook an unexpected twist like the neck of the freaking exorcist*****, I said that this mask ain't for hockeyHate Versace, Versace, I got Münchhausen by proxyI'm making you sick, don't pretend you can't hear meYou deaf, girl, I said you was foxyI'll tell a ***** like Bizarre*****, shut the ***** up and get in my carAnd suck my *****ing dick while I take a shitAnd I think with my dick so come blow my mindAnd it tastes like humble pieSo swallow my pride, your lucky just to follow my rideIf I let you run alongside the HumveeUnless you're Nicki, grab you by the wrist, let's skiSo what's it gon' be? Put that shit away IggyYou don't wanna blow that rape whistle on me(Scream!) I love it'Fore I get lost with the gettin' offLike this is our exit, now lets hit the highway and try not to get lost'Till we get to Las Vegas[Bridge: Eminem](Party, do it 'till tomorrow)Vegas'Till we get to Las Vegas(Party, do it 'till tomorrow)Vegas'Till we get to Las Vegas(Party, do it 'till tomorrow)Vegas'Till we get to Las Vegas(Party, do it 'till tomorrow)Vegas[Chorus: Eminem]Whatever happens here, stays hereSo let's go all the way hereTil we get to Las Vegas[Verse 2: Royce da 5'9]Whatever happens in my room, it stays in my room like movie night like cableTreat every women in my stable like flavorsLooking like she kryptonite and I get weak after like 7 daysIn 7 nights in the days and it's our VegasWe rolling circles and packs, we the lifesaversShe got a boyfriend, I got a toy thenI'll bring her with me when I show up to her crib wavingAnd I ain't tryna be the nice neighborI'm so Jay Electronic I'm cut like I'm all out of razorsAnd all I got is a gun left with a bayonet on itNext ho froze and it look like I walked in to a jewelry storeWith a about a million dollars with your mamaAnd sat down did an ALS challenge, haaaanI stole that adlib from French, Bad & Evil back at it againAbout to get my back tatted againAbout to get a pic of a backstabber with an axe in his handSitting on a bike in the sandIf you ain't been through nothingThen that shouldn't mean nothing to you like legs on a crabIf she current I keep her ***** purring like the lights on a lampWe got her so chinky eyedLook like she been getting high on a flight to JapanI keep my jewelry on while I'm *****ingSound like I'm shaking up dice in a canListen, though this ain't Christmas I make you my ex missIf this is my passionI learn to give those who don't appreciate my presenceThe gift of my absenceI don't know who you been listening toGot me *****ed up like pookie in the chicken coupe*****, I don't give a two shits*****, get the ***** out of my faceTo make a long story short, I don't really gotta stand thereAnd listen to you while you throw a silly tantrumEven though I have an affinity for witty banterStarting to feel like foulplay like Billy LaimbeerHold up, she misunderstood me[?]I knock a nigga face offGive him the bottom of the nine a baseball (whatever..)I leave the club with my tab still openWon't even get a cab for you and your friendThe only fear I have is of loathingAnd I won't even kick in 'till we get to Las Vegas[Bridge: Eminem][Chorus: Eminem]
