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Eminem - My First Single Fanmade Remix Lyrics

[Intro]
Oh!
Yeah!
So much for first single on this one

[Verse 1: Eminem]
Shady's the label, Aftermath is the stable
That the horses come out of—erra
Of course we're about to stir up
Some shit thick as Mrs. Buttersworth's syrup
It's the Mr. Picked-on-Christopher-Reeves-just-for-no-reason
Other than to—just to tease him
'Cause he was his biggest (*burp*) fan
He used to be Superman, now I'm pourin'
Liquor on the curb in his name for him
"Eminem, you wait 'til we meet up again, fucker
I'm kickin' your ass for everything you've ever said!"
It goes one for the money, two for the fuckin' show
Ready, get set, let's go
Here comes the buckin' bronco
Stompin' and stampedin' up the damn street like them buffalo
Soldiers, I told ya I'm 'bout to blow, so look out below, Geronimo
Motherfuckers, it's dominoes, I'm on a roll
Around and around I go
When will I stop? I don't know
Tryin' to pick up where The Eminem Show left off
But I know anything's possible
Though I'm not gonna top what I sold
I'm at the top of my game, that shit is not gonna change
Long as I got Dr. Dre on my team I'll get away
With murder: I'm like O.J., he's like my Cochran today
We keep the Mark Fuhrman tapes
In a safe, locked 'em away (*slam*)
Better watch what you say
Just when you thought you were safe
Them fuckers got you on tape
You swear to God you was playin'
Whether or not you was little Joshua
Gosh, I wish I could've told you to not do the same
'Cause one day it could cost you your name
[Chorus]
And this was supposed to be my first single (*burp*)
But I just fucked that up, so
Fuck it, let's all have fun, let's mingle (*burp*)
Slap a bitch and smack a hoe
This was supposed to be my catchy little jingle (*fart*)
That you hear on your radio
But shit's about to hit the shingle (*fart*)
Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-no, erra

[Post-Chorus]
Oh, ah, erra, oh, ah, erra
Oh, ah, erra, oh-oh-ah-ah
Oh, ah, erra, oh, ah, erra
Oh, ah, erra, poo-poo-ka-ka

[Verse 2: Redman]
Redman jump on a DWB
Cause my BMW be doing 180, better warn a brother like WB
Fuck if you bubble a ki, put up your knuckles
Make you Hollywood, shuffle duff you, bag you up so call me Hustle Man
Uptown strawberries haze, switch blades in my dungarees
Pineapple weed, look what Branson done done to me
Hash like Government cheese, burning til my pen run out of ink
Before you blink I surrender you like the roller rink
Fuck a gram, I want your dividence or Timbalands
Silenced the lamb and my hood just as hot as my hand
Welcome back Carter, I'm playing, I give a job to the mayor
My flow ain't hard to compare like martial arts in the air
We get lost in the land, bitch licking balls in her chair
Get nut involved in her hair, bitch I am a dog and I swear
This popping dude, papi chulo kinda cocky, smooth
Operator, no alligator shoe, nobody move
Oil up a jam, packed like a Pakistani, yeah
You can't be him so click your heels, go back to Annie, yeah
Ready, cam, action, whether Brooklyn or Acrinel
High-o listen like a wire, turn the big apple to cider
I steal your lighter, ATL throw them bowls
Leave them shells, and the flow like Mossberg or the code
[Chorus]
Find out it was Justin sayin', "I'm gon—nuh cum!" And this was supposed to be my first single (*burp*)
But I just fucked that up, so
Fuck it, let's all have fun, let's mingle (*burp*)
Slap a bitch and smack a hoe
This was supposed to be my catchy little jingle (*fart*)
That you hear on your radio
But shit's about to hit the shingle (*fart*)
Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-no, erra

[Post-Chorus]
Oh, ah, erra, oh, ah, erra
Oh, ah, erra, oh-oh-ah-ah
Oh, ah, erra, oh, ah, erra
Oh, ah, erra, poo-poo-ka-ka

[Verse 3: Edwardmusik]
Yo, I'm ballin' hard, stackin' paper like a boss
Fake friends lurkin', but they payin' the cost
In the club flexin’, light it up like a torch
Countin' greenbacks, while these haters just scorch
Got my crew tight, we roll deep like a tank
Sippin' on that liquor, got that haze in my brain
Bitches on my jock, see the drip, they adore
But I know they just schemin', always hungry for more
Thuggin' in the VIP, watch me pop that bottle
Enemies lurkin’, but I'm feelin' like throttle
Money over bitches, that's the motto I preach
Stackin' up my chips, got goals I wanna reach
[Chorus]
And this was supposed to be my first single (*burp*)
But I just fucked that up, so
Fuck it, let's all have fun, let's mingle (*burp*)
Slap a bitch and smack a hoe
This was supposed to be my catchy little jingle (*fart*)
That you hear on your radio
But shit's about to hit the shingle (*fart*)
Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-no, erra

[Post-Chorus]
Oh, ah, erra, oh, ah, erra
Oh, ah, erra, oh-oh-ah-ah
Oh, ah, erra, oh, ah, erra
Oh, ah, erra, poo-poo-ka-ka