Eminem - We Made You (Single Version) lyrics

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Eminem - We Made You (Single Version) lyrics

Guess who? Did you miss me? Jessica Simpson, sing the chorus When you walked through the door, ( whoo) it was clear to me ( clear to me) You're the one they adore, who they came to see ( who they came to see) You're a rock star ( baby), everybody wants you ( everybody wants you) Player, ( oh) who can really blame you ( who can really blame you) We're the ones who made you Back by popular demand Now pop a little Zan-tac for antacid if you can You're ready to tackle any task that is at hand How does it feel, is it fantastic is it grand? Well look at all the ma**ive ma**es in the stands Shady man, no don't ma**acre the fans Damn, I think Kim Kardashian's a man She stomped him just 'cause he asked to put his hands On her ma**ive gluteus maximus again Squeeze it and squish it and pa** it to a friend Can he come back, as nasty as he can Yes he can-can, don't ask me this again He does not mean to lesbian offend But Lindsay, please come back to seein' men Samantha's a two, you're practically a ten I know you want me girl, in fact I see you grin Now come in girl When you walked through the door, ( whoo) it was clear to me ( clear to me) You're the one they adore, who they came to see ( who they came to see) You're a rock star ( baby), everybody wants you ( everybody wants you) Player, ( oh) who can really blame you ( who can really blame you) We're the ones who made you The enforcer, looking for more women to torture Walk up to the cutest girl and charley horse her Sorry Portia, but whats Ellen DeGeneres Have that I don't, are you telling me tenderness Well I can be as gentle and as smooth as a gentleman Give me my Ventolin inhaler and two Xenedrine And I'll invite Sarah Palin out to dinner then Nail her, baby say hello to my little friend Brit forget K-Fed, let's cut out the middlemen Forget him or you're gonna end up in hospital again And this time it wont be for the Ritalin binge Forget them other men girl, pay them little attention And little did I mention, that Jennifer's in Love with me John Mayer, so sit on the bench Man I swear them other guys, you give 'em an inch They take a mile, they got style but it isn't Slim When you walked through the door, ( whoo) it was clear to me ( clear to me) You're the one they adore, who they came to see ( who they came to see) You're a rock star ( baby), everybody wants you ( everybody wants you) Player, ( oh) who can really blame you? ( who can really blame you) We're the ones who made you And that's why my love, you'll never live without I know you want me girl 'cause I can see you checkin' me out And baby, you know, you know you want me too Don't try to deny it baby, I'm the only one for you Damn girl, I'm beginning to sprout an alfalfa Why should I wash my filthy mouth out You think that's bad, you should hear the rest of my album Never has there been such finesse and nostalgia Man, Cash, I don't mean to mess up your gal but Jessica Alba put her breast in my mouth (blup) Wowzers, I just made a mess in my trousers And they wonder why I keep dressin' like Elvis Lord help us, he's back in his pink ALF shirt Lookin' like someone shrinked his outfit I think he's about ta flip, Jessica Rest a**ured Superman's here to rescue ya Can ya blame me, you're my Amy I'm your Blake Matter fact, bake me a birthday cake With a saw blade in it, to make my jail break Baby, I think you just met your soul mate Now break it down, girl When you walked through the door, ( wooo) it was clear to me ( clear to me) You're the one they adore, who they came to see ( who they came to see) You're a - rock star ( baby), everybody wants you ( everybody wants you) Player, ( oh) who can really blame you? ( who can really blame you) We're the ones who made you So baby Baby, get down, down down Baby, get down, down down Baby, get down, down down Baby, get down, get down Baby, get down, down down Baby, get down, down down Baby, get down, down down Baby, get down, get down Oh, Amy Rehab never looked so good I can't wait, I'm going back Ha-ha, wooo Dr. Dre, two-thousand and twenty Yeah