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Unaccommodating (Feat. Young M.A)

Eminem Unaccommodating (Feat. Young M.A) - Music To Be Murdered By
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Oh, this what we doin' Alright
M.A

I like a bitch that like to wobble, wobble
Shake it, shake it, break it, break it
Nigga, we made it, 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 Hate that
And I made a mil'
without a major deal I made that
Yeah, her ass fake
but she came for real She came, uh
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 Migo
Man, I just get high
let my hoes lay low Ooh
I just want some face
but this is no facial Ooh
Do right and kill er'body
Drake mode Hello
Bitch, I'm tryna eat out
take your plate mode Hello
Disrespect that life
and I'm in gang mode Grrr
You can leave this earth, bitch
I'm in rake mode Huh
I'm in cake mode Huh
I'm in brave mode, uh
What up, Marshall I'm a martian
I'm in Wayne mode Facts
Neck wet, big drip
I'm in rain mode Drip, drip, drip
Eight niggas, eight hittas
take eight souls Brrr
Collect pesos Huh
and I'm paid, so Paid
Self-made goals Hey
When the pain leaves Huh
Where does the pain go Where
Tip of the backwood is
where the flame goes There
To the sky is where my brain goes Wow
Same pack, same fiend
sellin' the same clothes Wow
Pinocchio and my pistol
they got the same nose
Me and my niggas gotta eat
we share the same stove What
Case closed, bodies in my lane, bitch
lane closed

Game over, Thanos on you H-O's
On my petty shit
but I don't paint toes Yeah
Get the plunger Plunger
'cause Marshall and M.A go plum crazy
Call us liquid plumber
'cause even Dre know Dre know
Beat knocks like a beefed up Detox
You're gonna need three SWATs
or police officers at least to come
pull me off of it and I don't stop
Please dawg, I need y'all
to keep talking shit 'cause I feed off of it
I am the complete opposite
of these retards who spit
these weak bars, I'ma leave carnage
Each thought'll be so toxic
it'll block the wind
through your esophagus
Stop it, cutting off your oxygen
And I hit them pads like a boxing gym
Better watch for Slim
better get to popping and
when I'm at the top again
I won't topple, I'm giving it to anyone
who wanna come and get it
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 and the Lord forgives
even the devil worshippers
I'm moving on but you know
your scruples are gone
when you're born with Lucifer's horns
And you're from the school
of Notorious, Puba, Cube and
The Poor Righteous Teachers
tutored my students
Showed them
all the blueprint and formula
But it seems like the more
they studied my music
the more they remind me of eyeballs
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

They call me Saddam Hussein
Ayatollah Khomeini
Where's Osama been
I been laden lately
Look at how I'm behaving
they want me gone away
They wanna JonBenet me Fuck 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
APESHIT, Beyonce, Jay-Z
And I'm back with Andre, baby
And the doctor's operating
But he never put no scrubs
on from Snoop, K. Dot to Shady
Shady like a shadow
or your silhouette, intellect
I better check to see why you feel upset
'Cause I met your bitch on the internet
now I'm getting head like a Pillow Pet
That bimbo can 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, zero
Real, real, real
murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, kill
Nickel-plated, twenty two, two, two
Bitch, shut the fuck up
'fore I shoot you too
Ain't shit 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
But, 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 Yeah
That's why they call me Kamikaze
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 up out of my hat
I'm about to relapse and I betcha
that you won't know how to react
But a look of disgust
I don't doubt it'd be that
As I begin to fuckin' devour the track
And you backpedal that is a cowardly act
Like a Saudi attack
when the towers collapsed

They call me Saddam Hussein
Ayatollah Khomeini
Where's Osama been I been laden lately
Look at how I'm behaving
they want me gone away
They wanna JonBenet me Fuck you
I'm unaccommodating