Eminem - Slow Your Roll lyrics

[Intro: Eminem] Guess who, New sh**! D12 World, D-Twizzy! [Hook: Eminem] You don't got a reason to want no beef You ain't got no ends to justify the means You don't got a cause, you better put it on pause You don't got the balls to fit in them draws So whatever it is you thinking that's got you ga**ed You better start rethinking and thinking it fast Ain't nobody told you, homie, ya wanna ask You better pump them brakes and let off the gas (Swift) And slow your roll [Swift] Sinister, a menace to many, I'm not friendly You get shot in a Kennedy fashion Pop willingly you walking around with Pac's identity I'm a mockery you 'bout to watch what it's fin to be I'm not mentally focused but lyrically we got it locked And it's not about dropping albums, I'll sock a n***a on the spot You can't help it but to imagine this walking ma**acre A madman strapped with a magnum blow that spasm out ya back And just stand there and snatch your medallion See I can't fear any n***a that can not happen The immaculate Mack handler That got this wrapping by the back of his neck A scavenger I'm a threat then you feel me Like a hand full of syringes I'm ill enough to scream at your front do' Blow it off the hinges (n***a) I'm marksmatic to press marksman outta walking Cause soon your body they catch me shooting up your coffin So don't provoke sh**, I wish the whole Mankind was a neck so I can choke it Ferocious and you ain't gonna be knowing where ya folks is f** the milk cartons and posters it's over, they ghosts (hey) [Proof] n***as is b**h instead of digging a ditch I'mma see how filled this river can get even b**hes get hit I'm all dog on all fours barking with long claws Just fight for the wrong cause your boss with thong drawers You ain't in my bracket b**h following f*ggots With wa*ksta tats on their a** [Eminem:] Magic Stick If I get hit once you get hit twice [backwards] These scrubs need to do what he love and just play the back Before I'll put a sword on ya head like a raider cap You bust I'm spraying back, leave your hood laying flat Now what you gonna say to that? [Hook: Eminem] You don't got a reason to want no beef You ain't got no ends to justify the means You don't got a cause, you better put it on pause You don't got the balls to fit in them draws So whatever it is you thinking that's got you ga**ed You better start rethinking and thinking it fast Ain't nobody told you, homie, ya wanna ask You better pump them brakes and let off the gas (Bizarre) And slow your roll [Bizarre] Pull up new county truck, throw up, blow up, beat a handicap b**h up f** bu*ter I k**ed the DJ I don't need you, b**h, I got a instant replay Lay down b**h get bu*t naked And f** the viagra I'm trying to nut in two seconds All around the world, f** wit different cliques You ain't got no weed get the f** out my room b**h [Kuniva] I'm calm but I steal on n***as like I was clepto Put that chrome sh** to ya head like you was Destro Why stop n***as, why not pop n***as, we cop figures Keep them toast like I hop n***a, we breathe dirt so be alert Or get them guns on ya chest like a welcome to the hood T-shirt Let's go back before throw backs, before I dro sacks I used to blow gats, bullets'll find you like a low jack I'm hopeless, a ferocious dosage of dope sh** A culprit of culture a chaotic commotion Kuniva will blow sh** off the map I post it Knock you out of your penny loafers, f** that ho sh** [Hook: Eminem] You don't got a reason to want no beef You ain't got no ends to justify the means You don't got a cause, you better put it on pause You don't got the balls to fit in them draws So whatever it is you thinking that's got you ga**ed You better start rethinking and thinking it fast Ain't nobody told you, homie, ya wanna ask You better pump them brakes and let off the gas And slow your roll [Kon Artis] I point my fingers to the ground, throw my waist to left of me To knuckle should ship like a Em upside down and you best be On your p's and q's people we sees to use No one see's your views, so now you see's exclusives And put it in your little magazine, but you should Know that was the most desperate thing that you could Pull out of your crotch you f*ggots all owe us much Start doing h**n lines for as much as you gossip Like b**hes with Oscars, yall actresses 45's make bodies flip like flabby tits Bullets coming at your doom like a buck up 6th Now what the f** you gonna do to get up out of this sh**? Your record was released 17 years ago you dumb b**h Do the math, you'll never have a Shady/Aftermath Runyon Ave Kind of staff to back that a** up so back that a** up Before we clap that a** up [Hook: Eminem] You don't got a reason to want no beef You ain't got no ends to justify the means You don't got a cause, you better put it on pause You don't got the balls to fit in them draws So whatever it is you thinking that's got you ga**ed You better start rethinking and thinking it fast Ain't nobody told you, homie, ya wanna ask You better pump them brakes and let off the gas And slow your roll [Outro: Kon Artis] n***a you better ask somebody These n***as think they can just put sh** Out on their own, f** them