Eminem - Sway In The Morning (Freestyle) lyrics

[Verse: Eminem (Paul Rosenberg/Sway)] Let's take them back to the future (bars) Bars, like Paul Rosenberg The small frozen turd (don't censor me man) Alright look, I had cla**, I just got expelled I excelled at nothing in school So if you're tryna test my patience it just failed But King Mathers, I still get hailed So call me sire, like I exhaled After I had a deep a** breath held I get swell, that'll make my size XXL So kiss your highness's hinded a** While I'm trying to stretch, it's time to exercise I'm flexing, ice-o-metrics Twice the reps 'til I get extra-sized And set my bi's and pecs and triceps on fire Cause I'm coming out guns blazing Like flaming pythons, my suggestion is parental discretion Be advised, due to this mental aggression We advise you to back up, like Byron Leftwich I'm infectious, I rhyme like I got a sinus infection A virus, I'm congested and I just ingested Five Allegras but the side effects from these anti-depressants, tryna mess with my mind I'm a regular Hyde and Jekyll White with freckles but I silence hecklers You might wanna head for the fire exits I'm coming through like a wrecking ball You would swear I think highly of Miley And I respect her, the way I backhand her Excuse my French, Montana, but I am worried about nutting God damn it, I'm a s**ist, I drive a Lexus Textses out of her mind, and I'm in Texas With a chainsaw, wait, what did I forget this Time, oh, my machetes getting upset, he said He was ready for me to come get him from inside the shed It was time, he's restless He wants to make blood shed like a storage unit But before I do it, let me think this through Cause if I behead this b**h then I'd be headless *slurping noise* Mic check, one, two I ain't barely check the mic just yet And I just sweared like twice as many times In less than ninety seconds Than Andrew f**ing Dice ever did in his f**ing life But I guess I'm expected to make these kinds of violent records It's why I keep rhyming reckless f** it, I swear, like a diamond necklace Since freestyling over phone tap, my line's connected With rhymes that kept in touch with the fans, that's why the more bars, the better my reception And I give a f** about sales, and f** pop, I don't even like refreshments Cindy Crawford tryna fend me off with a bendy straw At the waffle house, awful mouth But if you don't like what I'm talking about then block me out Just then Foxy Brown, walks up and knocks me down Kicks me and socks me, ow Apparently still mad over what i said last year On that Vegas track, I just look stupid and stand there And try to act like I can't hear What? Sorry dear, but I think Pam Grier just stuck a tampon in my damn ear That's when my man Denaun Porter ran behind me to pantomime That if you wanna kick his a**, stand in line Hands is down my pants as I fantasize taking advantage Of Brandy and Janet by grabbing my Spanish Fly Like a blind Hispanic guy with his zipper stuck Give a f**, it's all part of my grand design To get Amanda Bynes to come and f**ing blow me like a dandelion Better watch your step, you 'bout to cross an outlandish mine I'm what you get if Aaron Hernandez rhymed So stand aside unless you plan to find out how handy I am with a branding iron f** talking clear so you all can hear I'd rather rap like a f**ing auctioneer f** around and walk from here to the Southpaw premier Get on Paul's back, rapping Paul Revere So call me queer, cause I'm always weird So praise a Genius, hope this don't get taken out of text But Hillary, I promise to wipe my server clean if you face subpoenas Got a name that speaks for itself like Anthony Weiner Hands in between my pants in a theater, jacking my meat A fan of Trina, Angelina, and Christina and Serena and Selena Scarlett Johansson, Tiffani Amber Thiessen Give me a damn good reason and not wanna slip an Ambien in the Cappuccino And try to have a 3-sum with Janet Reno I'm f**ed worse than Donald Trump On Lexapro in Mexico across from a Texaco in McDonald's drunk Broke and out of gas, busted water pump Getting fondled up by Ronald, feeling him on his rump Oh yeah, and me and Alyssa Milano hump We do Bringing the horror to emcees like the aura of the Run DMC fedora Addidas and Diadoras but I need at least three to four of those Rita Oras In a four seater Taurus but tell them my face is the best seat in the house I’ll let them bleed in my mouth while I’m eating them out (that’s disgusting, ow Jesus) Heat seeking missile, duck, demented, sick, hate and see who gives a f** I invented prick, and that’s a true statement, I see the b**h in you Caitlyn I keep the pistol tucked like Bruce Jenner’s dick No disrespect though, not at all, no pun intended, that took a lot of balls (ay God damn) Oh and Azealia Banks just wanna tell you thanks Now I got trailer skanks sending me ballpark franks in the mail as pranks And hot pockets, thanks a lot Awful, I made monopoly off misogyny Sodomy, how many chocolatey jell-o pops can he possibly lace, walking atrocity No wonder you scoff at me, it’s still obvious I’m as off-putting as Bill Cosby is Treat women like property, possessive like a noun with an apostrophe S’s, I’d probably stalk broccoli, yes it’s Socrates with a block of cheese and a dollar stuck in this soda pop machine Got emcees dropping their knees, copping a plea bargain They keep sobbing, like, “please stop it” Aftermath, b**h, still Detoxing Looking for us? We over here Like we’re eavesdropping