DJ Green Lantern - Armaggedon (The Invasion Part 3) lyrics

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DJ Green Lantern - Armaggedon (The Invasion Part 3) lyrics

[Intro:] [DJ Green Lantern] f**er Yeah Oh sh**, it's the evil genius [Eminem] Green lantern Yeah [DJ Green Lantern] A yo Em Ha ha What we call this sh** right here [Eminem] The invasion You have part one u got part two now its Part three The final chapter mother f**ers Armageddon, lets go [Hook] I got a riddle what's little and talks big With midget arms and creamy white fillin' in the middle That will do anything to throw dirt on my name If it means walkin' the whole Mediterranean Is he an Albanian, Armenian, Iranian, Tasmanian no His name's Raymond and oh, oh sorry yo so sorry whoah But that was a long time ago when I was just Joe Shmoe Rappin' in Joe Blows basement I apologized for it befo', so Either except it or you don't and lets move on If I've shown that I've grown and get the bone Keep lickin' these nuts you industry mutts Keep walkin' around sniffin' each others bu*ts Or should I say a**es What would be the more politically correct term to use for the ma**es [Lloyd Banks] Hold up hold up hold up New york city man It's the kid Lloyd Banks And if you hearin' what I'm hearin' right now You know this ain't no regular sh** homy This something special and we gotta bring this back Green come on Countdown to [Eminem] Armageddon Lets go [Hook] [Verse 1:] The question I ask is How can I explain this How can I swing this in English language If I switch to slang and turn mayn to mayn Do I do it in vain or simply to entertain Am I being real or am I being fake Am I just a fraud or am I truly genuine Or am I caught up in this hot water wody on my daughter I told ya I love this culture don't let em' insult ya I'm tell ya one more (a)gain this is the environment that I was brought up in But every now and then I use my pen to get rid of some frustration Or should I say or should I say shun Is it just another one of my subliminal ways of racism Your face is numb your stunned your look is cold Like that of a man of seventy some years old And it only gets colder which Is why I understand And can't be mad at a forty four year old fan With a chip on his shoulder who only owns a half of a magazine And the only way to have it seen is to put me on the front of it again Only thing that makes him grin is to see me frown Papa can't stand me papa needs to take his medication and sit the f** down In his new chair that goes round and round That he bought from new money in his bank account That I get him every issue when the thang comes out Sit back and let his puffy clown hair come out And let his black side arm wrestle his white side Yell Apartheid loud enough that he might slide He might find someone dumb enough who might ride But ain't nobody over here buyin' two white guys disguised as pro black There is no slack Far heart for college grad. In a fitted hat and a hunch back Standin' by the clearance coat rack In some old slacks and tomorrows old throw backs Yeah [Outro:] Shady in the place to be seen And i got what it takes to rock the mic right Still not gonna cater these punks f**in' co*ks**in' p**y lips haters dicks c*nts