Eminem - Macosa (demo) lyrics

[Young Zee] *Talking* I'm allowed to f** up whenever... whenever I want... This the Outhouse... Lemme smoke a joint first... Here, Pace... [Young Zee] 95% of all y'all rappers bu*t And y'all ride dick so much y'all gon' make me nuts You'll get your jaw clocked, I'll drag your a** for four blocks Dunk your head in Clorox, use your dreads for my floor mop Gay or straight, my Papermate'll do a date rape Zee can't wait, I'll go Great Bank on a blank tape Lost like Spigg Nice, stick you for your thick ice Good to hit twice 'fore you catch me usin' trick dice Go to parole off of two in stolen wheels My colon holdin' pills, f** takin' some Golden Seal I smoke leaky and black like BET And f** hoes raw dog 'til my balls catch VD Mess with us, straight up, y'all better bust I'm the one you'll never dust, it's still the same as it ever was I'll leave the crowd in a Coupe with white walls And scream, "If y'all ain't Outz then y'all could ride my balls!" Beef with us you might just catch a black eye And ride for your crispy 850-I I f** with them d** 'cuz it gets me high Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa Been doin' this rap sh** since '85 Then 'Clef put me down with the Fugee-la It's only right me and Yah get a piece of the pie Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa Mama-se, Mama-sa, Ma-macosa Mama-se, Mama-sa, Ma-macosa Mama-se, Ma-sa, Ma-macosa Mama-se, Mama-sa, Ma-macosa [Slang Ton] Yo, all the boys in the lobby get needles filled with poison ivy Put 'em in the hospital and give 'em a poison IV My crew get high much off brew and Thai skunk It makes my style off the wall like suicide jumps We sip lots of liq' shots It makes my hip-hop fat as your lip got when I Kickboxed with flip-flops And give a disk jockey six copies of this floppy sh** I be dyin' for is your piece of sh** hobby? You borin' like Oran Dice, I'm more than hype Bungee jumpin with cordless mics, for tourists sites Ton Slanga, I'm dopin', pills and cokin' Lung cancer in my throat and still smokin' [Az-izz] Now, when your partner die, who got the right To do the homicide and you shot the guy? And when you's 'bout to cry who got you high? Say Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa I'll blast the guy that don't pa** the lye Leave him paralized and agonized Fellas, grab the thighs that's by your side Say Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa [D.U.] Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-maco Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-maco Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-maco Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-maco [Pace Won] Wanna live this Outsida business Blunt splitters, all that Multiple musical contracts to fallback... On... set like I was Liu Kang for Kombat... Armed like Emmit when I rush crews More hardcore than DMC and Krush Groove Don't need hands to touch you Mr. Perfect, the one you want to rap like The name rap fiends have in their mouth like a crack pipe Slap the f** out you, remember us I'm the man your father never was, or could've been Maybe if they pa**ed out weed in high school, I would've went Got it down, yo Even if you sing like Brownstone you couldn't "Take The Crown Home" Try to call me out and get the dial tone Pace Woner, dickin' 5-0 in a stolen gray Hummer [Eminem] Me and Pace had to flee in haste from bein' chased For some E & Js we boosted out of some Korean place I get drunk and hang-glide off of St. Ides' And spray-paint the plain sides of all the subway train rides I got a pitbull that eats sheep and spits wool And chews on human body tissue 'til its stomach gets full Skip school, barely went to cla**, thinkin' sh**'s cool Hid a loaded pistol under this retarded kid's stool I had a dream I blew up with half a mil' sold And still stole a credit card, a purse, and someone's billfold I'm from the city where the weather's always real cold And chill mode can turn into somebody gettin' steel-toed We be hangin' on the block 'til dawn Stayin' spaced out like Dr. Octagon Feelin' for the beats like they Chaka Khan Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa Pace Won, Slang Ton, and Yah Young Zee, Az-Izz, D.U., and muah Bizarre Kid, Loon One and Rah Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa [Young Zee] Beef with us you might just catch a black eye And ride for your crispy 850-I We f** with them d** 'cuz it gets us high Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa Been doin' this rap sh** since '85 Then 'Clef put me down with the Fugee-la It's only right me and Yah get a piece of the pie Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa Mama-se, Ma-sa, Ma-macosa Mama-se, Ma-sa, Ma-macosa Mama-se, Ma-sa, Macosa Mama-mama-mama-mama-macosa