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

Unaccommodating (Feat. Young M.A)

Eminem Unaccommodating (Feat. Young M.A) - Music To Be Murdered By - Side B (Deluxe Edition)
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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, uh
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 squads
of 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 (Huh?)
I'm a clown like John Wayne Gacy (What?)
They call me Kanye crazy (Yah)
APESHIT, Beyonce, Jay-Z (Woo)
And I'm back with Andre, baby (Yeah)
And the doctor's operating (What?)
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