Eminem
Текст песни Taking My Ball (свежак)

Make my vocals sound sexy
Come on man, come on man, okay

[Chorus]
It feels so wrong 'cause it feels so right
But it's alright, it's ok with me
I'll do my steps all by myself
I don't need nobody to play with me

But if you just give me a chance
I can put you in a trance the way I dance
But don't nobody wanna play with me
So I'm takin' my ball and goin' home, home

[Verse One]
I'm that guy man, shove a dime up in my hind end
And crush it with my butt muscles as I cut vocals
Slut poke holes in ya shirt jump in mud puddles
While I stomp mud holes in ya ass girl let's cuddle

Blood curdlin' on ya girdle what'll
I do for my next trick I'm feelin' wonderful
I think I might just do somethin' a little less subtle
Shove a fuckin' Tonka truck up a little kid's butt hole

Feel the wrath of a psychopath slash Ambassador
Of the Valentines Day massacre slash assassin
I slash her in ass with an icicle
And leave her in a blood bath while

I put a catheter in and jump in the bath with her
In my Spider Man mask just imagine
The fun I can have with a strap on
Stick up a Kim Kardashian's ass and make the bitch run a triathlon

Are those pistachios? Damn I'd like to have some
Layin' on the patio man rollin' a fat one
Shady drop the magic marker put the cap on
Goddamn man are you that much of an asshole

[Chorus]

[Verse Two]
I'm like Houdini, tuck my teeny, eenie, weenie between each
One of my thighs and make it disappear like Houdini
Make this shit disappear like Tara Ried in a bikini
Believe me homie you don't know the meanin' of a meanie

They call me the fruit loop from Jupiter
I'm tryna maneuver the hoover up in ya poop shoot, don't move
Or ya might get it stuck up so fuckin' far up in ya uvula
You ain't gonna know what he was tryna do to ya gloutius

Totally tubular, sniffin' glue through a tube in the studio
Now who do ya think is more fruitier?
Weenier's smothered in peanut butter, puddin' on the tube
Of ya eye shadow and that'd look nice, you shoulda seen it mother

I think I put a piece of art on my Visa card
Then I'll go beat Mischa Barton with some pleasin' art?
And mosy on over to Rosie O'Donnell's, with McDonald's
Jump in her lap and watch the Sopranos

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
Shady what're ya doin' chewin' on a human?
Grab an aluminum bat and hide a clue in the back room
And assumin' the fact that that dude's in the back room
Usin' the bathroom, vacuum in a raccoon

Skewin' a rat, a cat, screwin' a baboon
You shouldn't ask, "What is he doin' with that broom?"
You should be glad he ain't leave you full of stab wounds
You in a trance, I'm back doin' my dance, ooh

But they're afraid I might get Sarah Palin by the hair
And make her wear a bathin' suit and take her parasailin'
Shady why do you gotta pick on the lady for
Why you make her read 84 bed time stories to you and baby-tard?

'Cause I'm scared, there's monsters under my bed
Kelly Pickler hid my juicebox under my bassinet
No wonder my ass is wet, my diaper needs to be changed
Do you like graffiti dike? Well I can pee-pee and write ya name

[Chorus]