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Eminem, Young M.A - Unaccommodating

Unaccommodating
Eminem, Young M.A
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[Intro: Young M.A & Eminem]
Oh, this what we doin'? Alright.
Amen.

[Verse 1: Young 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 chasin',
I hate complainin', I hated waitin', 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 your 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.

[Verse 2: Eminem]
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,
A police officer's at least cuffin' me up for evadin' and I don't stop,
Please, dawg, I need y'all to keep talkin' 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, cuttin' off your oxygen,
And I hit them pads like a boxing gym,
Better watch for Slim, better get to poppin' when I'm at the top again,
I won't topple and I'm givin' 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 movin' 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 watchin' my pupils get cornier. (Uh)
But I'm contemplatin' yellin' "Bombs away" on the game,
Like I'm outside of an Ariana Grande concert waitin'.

[Chorus: Eminem]
Here comes Saddam Hussein, Ayatollah Khomeini.
Where's Osama been? I been laden lately.
Look at how I'm behavin', 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 André, baby,
And the doctor's operatin',
But he never put no scrubs on from Snoop kid out to Shady.

[Verse 3: Eminem]
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 gettin' head like a Pillow Pet,
That bimbo Kim 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 rollin' Indo,
And I keep it one comma, zero, zero, zero, zero,
Real, real, real, murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, kill,
Nickle-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 as a cowardly act
Like a Saudi attack when the towers collapse.

[Chorus: Eminem]
Here comes Saddam Hussein, Ayatollah Khomeini.
Where's Osama been? I been laden lately.
Look at how I'm behavin', they want me gone away,
They wanna JonBenet me, (Fuck you) I'm unaccommodating.

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