Ricky Ticky Toc Lyrics - Encore - Eminem

Once you call my name out 

Things will never be the same 

They should have never let us 

Get off foot in this game 

Ever since I was duced to rap music 

I been missin' a screw like Bishop and Juice 

I could lose it at any moment 

Those who know me know it 

So they probaly told you go with the flow 

Just so that I don't explode and 

Have another episode where I let it go 

As far as the one with Benzino did 

I'm waitin' for that next beef 

I'm cocked, locked and loaded 

I'm ready to go so bad I'm goin' bananas 

My dick's so hard Anna Nicole could 

Use it to fuckin' pole vault with 

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Oh, shit! I mean when she was still bloated 

Before they cut her stomach open and lypo'ed it 

Anybody I throw flames at gets a name, it's a game 

'Cause they know that they don't spit the same 

It's a shame what people do for ten minutes of fame 

Everyday, it's the same thing 

People in this game try to buddy, buddy us 

Just to get close enough to study us 

Everybody just wants to have somethin' to do with that 

They all tryin' to get that stamp 

They after that Shady, aftermath money 

It's like a monopoly 

They probably just now finally 

Understand how to rob fully 

50 Cent was like a fuckin' jackpot for me 

And Dre, it's like we hit the fuckin' lottery 

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And a damn slot machine at the same time as each other 

Why the fuck you think we ride like we brothers 

When we rhyme with each other? 

In time we discovered that we have more in common 

Then we thought with each other 

Both robbed of our mothers 

Our fathers ain't want us 

What was wrong with us, was it our fault 

'Cause we started thinkin' God doesn't love us 

Two odd motherfuckers 

Who just happened to meet at the right time 

What a coincidence 'cause when 50 got shot up in Jamaica Queens 

I still remember the call up at Chung King 'cause 

Big L had just got popped just a month before 

If 50 lives, he's gettin' dropped from Columbia 

Two years later me and Doc had to come and operate 

That's when he popped up a number one 

And we ain't never gonna stop if you wonderin' 

Even if I'm under the gun 

You ain't gotta agree all the time with me 

Or see eye to eye 

There'll always be animosity between you and I 

But see the difference is if it is I could give a shit 

Still gonna conduct motherfuckin' business as usual 

Ego's aside 'fore I bruise 'em all 

Swallow your pride 'fore I step on it with shoes you call 

Nike's, Earthlings, how do you like these? 

You gotta love 'em, look at the bottom of 'em, they're like cleats 

Stompin', I been rompin' 

Since Tim Dogg was hollerin' 'Fuck Compton' 

I was whilin', freestylin' 

Back when they was still makin' Maxell cassettes 

I wasn't even raps Elvis yet 

That tells us that 

Any doubts in your head that seals the shit 

Ricky Ticky Toc, Ticky Ticky Toc 

Still with the Diggy Diggy Doc, Diggy Diggy Doc 

And ya don't stop 

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MARSHALL MATHERS III; LUIS RESTO; STEVEN KING