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Music To Be Murdered By - Side B (Deluxe Edition)

Tone Deaf

Eminem Tone Deaf - Music To Be Murdered By - Side B (Deluxe Edition)
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Yeah, I'm sorry (Huh?)
What did you say?
Oh, I can't hear you
I have an ear infucktion
and I cunt finger it out (Out, haha)
(I need auto tune)
Yeah

It's my alter-ego's fault,
these evil thoughts can be so dark
Cerebral palsy, three Zolofts
I eat those off to Rico Suave,
look it up
Cadillac with a ladder rack in the back,
with a cracked axel
A backpack full of Paxil
A black satchel,
a nap sack and a flask full of
'gnac and Jack Daniels
Girl, let's go back, back to my castle (Yeah)
I don't wanna hassle you, Alexandra
But my dick's an acronym
'cause it stands for you (Oh)
You, wait, Alexandra who? (Damn)
All I know is Friday, I met you (What?)
Saturday, I'll probably forget you
Guess that's what the Molly and X do
(What the fuck?)
'Cause who the fuck am
I laying next to? (Heh)
But ever sincе D-Nice ＂To tha Rescue＂
Feel a frеsh crew (Uh),
been a lab rat (Yeah)
From a test tube (Uh),
I'm goin' in like the red roof (Red Roof Inn)
You don't like it,
eat a cock 'til your jaw breaks
Call it caught between
a rock and a hard place
Like a sasquatch in a crawlspace
'Cause you're watching
your heart race like you're Scarface
In a car chase with
the cops or an arcade
Stuck inside of a Mario Kart race,
stuck in saw blades
At a stop and a start pace
What I'm tryin' to say is,
I'm drivin' 'em all crazy

I can't understand a word you say
(I'm tone deaf)
I think this way I prefer to stay
(I'm tone deaf)
I won't stop even when
my hair turns grey (I'm tone deaf)
'Cause they won't stop until
they cancel me (Yeah, yeah)

I see the rap game
then attack the verses (Uh)
Turn into a graveyard
packed with hearses (Yeah)
Just like your funeral,
I'm at your service (What?)
Pockets on stuffed
like a taxidermist (Woo)
Just landed in Los Angeles
when this chick Angela
and her grandmother in a tan
Colored van pulled up
with a hand full of Xans
And a substantial amount of ganja,
just to ask what my
Plans for the night are (Yeah)
I said sneakin' to the Sleep Inn
for the weekend
and pretend it's a five star
Yeah, I leap into the deep end
of the pool, I can show you
where the dives are (Get it?)
We don't even gotta drive far
I know this spot that is so live,
but I'm tryna get some head first,
like a nose dive (Haha)
So many side chicks,
can't decide which
to slide with and which should I ditch
So when it comes to ass, bitch,
I get behind like the Heimlich (Yeah)
Had one chick who liked to flip
sometimes on some switchin' sides shit
Pushed her out the side,
kicked, then I flipped
The lil' white bitch off
like a light switch (Bitch)
It's okay not to like my shit
Everything's fine, drink your wine, bitch
And get offline, quit whinin',
this is just a rhyme, bitch
But ask me, will I stick to
my guns like adhesive tape?
Does Bill Cosby sedate once he treats
the cheesecake and the decent steak?
You think gettin' rid of
me's a piece of cake?
I'm harder than findin'
Harvey Weinstein a date (Haha)
And that's why they say
I got more lines than Black Friday
So save that shit for the damn library (Shh)
You heard of Kris Kristofferson?
(Yeah) Well, I am piss piss off'ed-eson (Oh)
Paul's askin' for Christmas off again
I said, ＂No,＂
then I spit this song for him, it goes:

I can't understand a word you say
(I'm tone deaf)
I think this way I prefer to stay
(I'm tone deaf)
I won't stop even when
my hair turns grey (I'm tone deaf)
'Cause they won't stop
until they cancel me (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Bitch I can make an orange
rhyme with banana, oranana
Eating pork rinds,
sword fightin' in pajamas
At the crib, playin'
Fortnite with your grandma
But I'm more like I'm 4'5＂
with the grammar
Bitch, 'bout to show you why
your five favorite rappers, can't touch this
But before I get the hammer,
I should warn you I'm
Thor-like in this manner
But the day I lose sleep over
you critiquin' me or
I ever let you cocksuckers eat at me
I'd need to be a motherfuckin' pizzeria,
but you ain't gettin' no cheese from me
I went from Lil' Ceasers,
BLT-ses, grilled cheeses
Bein' dirt poor to filthy rich,
I'm still me, bitch
Like a realtor, it's realty, bitch (Real talk)
Aftermath, bitch, whole camp's lit
We put out fire, Dre stamps it
With my cohorts, hit up Bogart
Yeah, got your whole squad yellin',
＂Oh, God＂
Here comes Marshall,
with no holds barred
Bitch, I'm a hurricane, you're a blow hard
Like your old broad,
she full of semen, like the coast guard
And life's been pretty good to me so far,
for the most part
Had a couple of run-in's with popo, caught
A couple assault charges,
got a few priors like crowbars
Which is so odd 'cause I'm forty-eight now
That 5-0's startin' to creep up
on me like a patrol car
I'll be an old fart,
but you don't want no part,
so bitch, don't start
Simmer down, compose yourself, Mozart
I ain't went nowhere, call me coleslaw
'Cause I'm out for
the cabbage and I'm so raw
And if time is money,
you have no clocks
And any folk caught within
close proximity's gettin' Colt cocked
My enemies I'm a chimney
give me the smoke, opps
And R.I.P. to King Von,
and it don't stop, and I know not
What the fuck you say?
I told y'all, it ain't me,
it's my alter-ego's fault
But if y'all wanna cancel me, no prob'
I'll tell you the same thing I told Paul

I can't understand a word you say
(I'm tone deaf)
I think this way I prefer to stay
(I'm tone deaf)
I won't stop even
when my hair turns grey
(I'm tone deaf)
'Cause they won't stop
until they cancel me (I'm tone deaf)