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Unaccommodating (Explicit)

Eminem, Young M.A
2020-01-173:22 MinSynchronisierter Text

"Unaccommodating (Explicit)" ist ein Song von Eminem, Young M.A, 2020, Pop. Der Song dauert 3:22, 80 lines / 786 words.

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0:00Oh, this what we doin'? Alright
0:01Amen
0:01Wobble wobble, shake it, shake it, break it, break it
0:05***** we made it, they hate it, hate it
0:08Pro, professional, pure persistent, I'm paper chasing
0:11I hate complaining, I hated waiting, I'll pay for patience
0:13But I hate to pay a bill and I made a mil without a major deal
0:17Yeah, her ass fake, but she came for real
0:20Money ain't a thing, that ain't a thing for real
0:23It's the broke lingo (Huh)
0:25And no, ain't nothing Saweetie, this is no Quavo
0:28Man, I just get high, let my hoes lay low
0:30I just want some face but this is no facial
0:33Do right and kill everybody, Drake mode (Hello)
0:36*****, I'm tryna eat out, take your plate mode (Hello)
0:39Disrespect your life and I'm in gang mode (Grrr)
0:42You can leave this earth, *****, I'm in rake mode
0:44I'm in cake mode, I'm in brave mode
0:46What up Marshall? I'm a martian, I'm in Wayne mode (Facts)
0:49Neck wet, big drip, I'm in rain mode
0:52Eight *****s, eight hittas, take eight souls (Brrr)
0:55Collect pesos, and I'm paid, so?
0:57Self-made goals, when the pain leaves, where does the pain goes?
1:01Tip of the backwood is where the flame goes
1:04To the sky is where my brain goes
1:06Same pack, same fiend, sellin' the same clothes
1:08Pinocchio on my pistol, they got the same nose
1:11Me and my *****s gotta eat, we share the same stove
1:14Case closed, bodies in my lane, *****, lane closed
1:17Game over, Thanos on you H-oes
1:19On my petty **** but I don't paint toes
1:21Get the plunger 'cause Marshall and M.A go plum crazy
1:24Call us slick with plumber, 'cause even Dre know
1:27detox, you're gonna need three spots
1:30Police officers
1:31An
1:31Please dawg, I need y'all to keep talking **** 'cause I feed off it
1:34I am the complete opposite of these retards who spit these weak bars, I'ma leave carnage
1:38so toxic, it'll block the wind through your oesophagus
1:41Stop it, cutting off your oxygen
1:42Hit them pads like a boxing gym
1:43Better watch for Slim, get to popping when I'm at the top again
1:46I'm on top and I'm not gonna stop
1:48But when they ask me is the war finished with MGK? Of course it is
1:51I cleansed him of his mortal sins, I'm God, I'm the Lord, forgives even the devil worshippers
1:55I'm moving on but you know your screw***** are gone when you're born with Lucifers' horns
1:59And you're from the school of Notorious
2:01But you know
2:01Just teach
2:03Showed them all the blueprint and formula
2:05But it seems like the more they studied my music, the more they remind me of eye*****, I'm watching my pupils get cornier (Uh)
2:10But I'm contemplating yelling "Bombs away" on the game
2:12Like I'm outside of an Ariana Grande concert waiting
2:15Here comes Saddam Hussein, Ayatollah Khomeini
2:18Where's Osama Bin? I been Laden lately
2:20Look at how I'm behaving, they want me gone away
2:23They wanna JonBenet me (**** you), I'm unaccommodating
2:25Man, I don't see why they hate me, I'm a clown like John Wayne Gacy
2:28They call me Kanye crazy, APE****, Beyonce, Jay-Z
2:31And I'm back with Andre, baby, and the doctor's operating
2:33But he never put no scrubs on from Snoop kid out to Shady
2:36Shady like a shadow or your silhouette, , better check why you feel upset
2:39'Cause I met your ***** out on the internet now I'm getting head like a pillow pet
2:42That bimbo Kim put her lips all the way around this bone and then blow like a dusty cartridge from an old Nintendo
2:47Those were the days but I bet you, I'm never gonna be broke again, no
2:49I don't smoke but I got paper, to be blunt, I'm rolling Indo
2:52And I keep it one comma, zero, zero, zero
2:54Real, real, real, murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, kill
2:56Nickle-plated, twenty two, two, two
2:57*****, shut the **** up 'fore I shoot you too
2:59Ain't **** I won't do just to get a few Youtube views
3:01Run up in a church like pew, pew, pew
3:02'Cause that's what I do, do, do
3:03Even to the untrained human eye, we ain't the same, you and I
3:06Somebody should have explained to you why for you to go against me, it's simply insane, you will die
3:10That's why they call me ********, it's plain suicide, yeah
3:13But I know magic and here go my last trick, I'm 'bout to say "Abracadabra" and pull a B Rabbit out of my hat
3:17I'm about to relapse
3:21As I begin to ****in' devour the track
3:22Like a Saudi attack when the towers collapse
Oh, this what we doin'? Alright
Amen
Wobble wobble, shake it, shake it, break it, break it
***** we made it, they hate it, hate it
Pro, professional, pure persistent, I'm paper chasing
I hate complaining, I hated waiting, I'll pay for patience
But I hate to pay a bill and I made a mil without a major deal
Yeah, her ass fake, but she came for real
Money ain't a thing, that ain't a thing for real
It's the broke lingo (Huh)
And no, ain't nothing Saweetie, this is no Quavo
Man, I just get high, let my hoes lay low
I just want some face but this is no facial
Do right and kill everybody, Drake mode (Hello)
*****, I'm tryna eat out, take your plate mode (Hello)
Disrespect your life and I'm in gang mode (Grrr)
You can leave this earth, *****, I'm in rake mode
I'm in cake mode, I'm in brave mode
What up Marshall? I'm a martian, I'm in Wayne mode (Facts)
Neck wet, big drip, I'm in rain mode
Eight *****s, eight hittas, take eight souls (Brrr)
Collect pesos, and I'm paid, so?
Self-made goals, when the pain leaves, where does the pain goes?
Tip of the backwood is where the flame goes
To the sky is where my brain goes
Same pack, same fiend, sellin' the same clothes
Pinocchio on my pistol, they got the same nose
Me and my *****s gotta eat, we share the same stove
Case closed, bodies in my lane, *****, lane closed
Game over, Thanos on you H-oes
On my petty **** but I don't paint toes
Get the plunger 'cause Marshall and M.A go plum crazy
Call us slick with plumber, 'cause even Dre know
detox, you're gonna need three spots
Police officers
An
Please dawg, I need y'all to keep talking **** 'cause I feed off it
I am the complete opposite of these retards who spit these weak bars, I'ma leave carnage
so toxic, it'll block the wind through your oesophagus
Stop it, cutting off your oxygen
Hit them pads like a boxing gym
Better watch for Slim, get to popping when I'm at the top again
I'm on top and I'm not gonna stop
But when they ask me is the war finished with MGK? Of course it is
I cleansed him of his mortal sins, I'm God, I'm the Lord, forgives even the devil worshippers
I'm moving on but you know your screw***** are gone when you're born with Lucifers' horns
And you're from the school of Notorious
But you know
Just teach
Showed them all the blueprint and formula
But it seems like the more they studied my music, the more they remind me of eye*****, I'm watching my pupils get cornier (Uh)
But I'm contemplating yelling "Bombs away" on the game
Like I'm outside of an Ariana Grande concert waiting
Here comes Saddam Hussein, Ayatollah Khomeini
Where's Osama Bin? I been Laden lately
Look at how I'm behaving, they want me gone away
They wanna JonBenet me (**** you), I'm unaccommodating
Man, I don't see why they hate me, I'm a clown like John Wayne Gacy
They call me Kanye crazy, APE****, Beyonce, Jay-Z
And I'm back with Andre, baby, and the doctor's operating
But he never put no scrubs on from Snoop kid out to Shady
Shady like a shadow or your silhouette, , better check why you feel upset
'Cause I met your ***** out on the internet now I'm getting head like a pillow pet
That bimbo Kim put her lips all the way around this bone and then blow like a dusty cartridge from an old Nintendo
Those were the days but I bet you, I'm never gonna be broke again, no
I don't smoke but I got paper, to be blunt, I'm rolling Indo
And I keep it one comma, zero, zero, zero
Real, real, real, murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, kill
Nickle-plated, twenty two, two, two
*****, shut the **** up 'fore I shoot you too
Ain't **** I won't do just to get a few Youtube views
Run up in a church like pew, pew, pew
'Cause that's what I do, do, do
Even to the untrained human eye, we ain't the same, you and I
Somebody should have explained to you why for you to go against me, it's simply insane, you will die
That's why they call me ********, it's plain suicide, yeah
But I know magic and here go my last trick, I'm 'bout to say "Abracadabra" and pull a B Rabbit out of my hat
I'm about to relapse
As I begin to ****in' devour the track
Like a Saudi attack when the towers collapse

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