Session One Lyrics - Eminem

Ladies and gentlemen, make some noise! 

You ready to get this shit started or what? 

Alright, cause I brought some friends with me too 

Now I ain't back just for the sake of just sayin I'm back 

I could relax but I'd rather stack ammo on tracks 

Couple Xanax, light a couple wax candles then black 

Out and relapse 'til I yack Jack Daniels and 'gnac 

Burp bubbles, attitude's immaturing 

Double shot of Bacardi, party, vision is blurring 

Whoa-oh, I can't see shit, my words get to slurring 

Uh-oh! You can call me R. Kelly now, you're in 

Trouble! What's occurring befo', after, and during the show 

Has no bearing on the bad news I'm bearing, whoa 

What is it, wordplay? No, I'm pushing you out the do' 

So suck my dick on the couch if you wanna cushion the blow 

Now stomp your fucking feet 'til you get to squishing a ho 

It's pandemonium, standing o when you see him, oh 

Damn baby you look good, you're giving me wood 

You should pull over like a sweat-shirt with a hood 

It's neck work, get her polly on, you and me both 

Break bread while I'm copping over this game to pinch a loaf 

Now homie who's your favorite pain in the ass? 

Who claims to be spitting the same flames as me? I'm Kanye when he crashed 

In other words I got the hood on smash like I stepped on the gas 

Destroyed the front end 

Deployed the damn airbags from the dash 

Went through 'em and laughed 

Came back an hour after the accident 

And bit a goddamn Jawbreaker in half! 

So stop faking the funk and start shaking your ass 

Slaughterhouse in the house with the Caucasian of rap 

And Just Blaze on the track, what's the fuck's more amazing than that? 

Slut, answer me that, Royce where you at? 

I'm right here Fire Marshall, verbal pair of pliers I pry apart you 

Lump on your head designed by a bar stool 

Designed by a cartoon 

Before I need to be hired, Jimmy I'll fire Marshall 

The 9 tucked against the lining 

I pull it out and flip your partner upside-down 

Like y'all are a couple 69ing 

It's like Rick James is shooting up your house, nigga! 

{rapid gunfire} FUCK YO' COUCH NIGGA! 

You're screaming, "Fuck the world!" with your middle finger up 

While I'm over here shoving my dick in a hole in the mud 

My bitch know I'm perfectly fit for murder 

Because I murdered her, so you can call me 

Nickel to O.J. to Glove 

I got a Posse of Insane Clowns 

Blow your brains on your opposite ear 

And ask you how your brain sounds 

Bad, Evil, we go Alfred E. Neumann mad cerebral 

You on your last burrito! 

(What that mean Nickel?) It's a wrap if you eating 

Get a beat then terrorize that bitch like I'm Middle Eastern 

Slaughterhouse on FIRE, nobody touching that 

Good day and good night, Ortiz, yo, where the FUCK you at? 

I'm right here in my Nike Airs, Buzz Light-years 

Ahead of my mic peers, quite scary to look at a nightmare 

Where my book at? I write fear in the heart of you tight squares 

I harbor the art of my nice wear 

It's type weird cause that made me hotter than my dear 

Uncle Al's breath after polishing off his ninth beer 

Homie chill, listen, I swear 

I'm God, I give tracks a Holy-feel, and they bite ears 

I'm right here, why wouldn't I be? 

Just waiting to be hooked to IV as Mumm-Ra's 

Well, when you look at my pee 

And this joint no exception, so just point a direction 

And record the pig's oink when I rip his intestine 

This isn't just an infection 

This won't go away with penicillin injections 

Millions of questions arose 

After they did an inspection, what I exhibit 

Seems to be non-contagious yet anybody can get it 

Aw shiddit, I did it again, when I liddift this pen 

I emitted this phlegm, this time it's alongside Emiddinem 

So tell a friend to tell a friend write a disgusting hook 

Jump in shark water and swim, yo where the fuck is Crook? 

I'm right here letting the shotty pop, quick as a karate chop 

Get your body shot, get your top chopped, like a lollipop 

Call it Maserati drop, in the body shop 

Get your mommy knocked 

And your Uncle Tommy molli-wopped 

I take your life to the ninth inning 

A knife in the gunfight, I love it, me and my knife winning 

I laugh when you fall, the shit'll be funny 

I'll buy my bitch a new ass and watch her sit on my money 

Man, all the bitches holla - they wanna drop my britches 

Then jaw on my dick and swallow, leave drawers in this Impala 

I ball like Iguodala 

I bear more arms than 6 koalas 

As soon as I draw, get sent to Allah 

Bilinguist don, I kill with the tongue, I'm Atilla the Hun 

I'm Genghis Khan, I'm a genius spawn 

I pillage your village for fun, an egregious con 

A syllable gun, real as they come, Long Beach Saddam! 

Slaughterhouse equals swine flu, are South flying 

We do it to try to do without tryin 

(Slaughterhouse!) Cause to it's us it's so easy 

Where's Jumpoff Joe Beezy? 

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