Ken Kaniff - Without You lyrics

[Aristotle] Cause, I'm not saying it about Dre, you know what I mean, Eminem whatever [Ken Kaniff] Hey dude, hey dude dude dude don't even trip dude, f** Dre! Obie trice, em's gimmick, b**h! [Intro:] One blonde haired rapper likes it inside, likes it inside, likes it inside One blonde haired rapper likes it inside, likes it inside, likes it inside, yeeeaaaah Guess who's back, back again? Ken is back, Tell some men Guess who's back, Guess who's back, Guess who's back, Guess who's back, Guess who's back, Guess who's back, Guess who's back Oooooooh yeah Oooooooh yeeeah [Verse 1:] A-tisket a-tasket, man I get my a** licked By little slim baby, hes obsessed with f*ggots Obies mad that Eminem's an addict Proof's getting jealous, so he signed to maverick Boy bands rule, man I love Kirkpatrick And Timberlake too, now that Britney pa**ed it Elton John's cute, for an older ba*tard I shouldn't talk about your boyfriend like that, slim Im back di di di da da da daddy day I saw you holding hands the other night with Dr. Dre What you say? Cause then you know what I'm telling You're a b**h with no clip in your gun, you ain't a felon Ken Kaniff kid, got you screaming who's real 8 mile then, and now you live in Bluefield This is over, man I'm done, its outro Another diss song that will rip your a**hole [Hook:](X2) Now this looks like another job for Ken So everybody, women and men Scream, shout it out loud now, "fu*k YOU SLIM" Cause my voice sounds whack when its done by him [Verse 2:] f** Eminem, L-man, Xzibit and Dre Two thousand and trey, all hell dissing away I'm Still a barfly, motherf**er siphon in starlight Black rappers hate me like a honkey with the foureyes Alright, D12, Double personality 6 MC's on a one person salary I know it sounds bizarre and Bizarre's just a b**h Nobody knows why slim shady signed swift Detroit, oh sh**, that's a scary place to live Its way worse than Los Angeles where everyones a critic 8 mile, 9 mile, that's hella complicated The way you making sure people don't get lost when they're faded Im sick of the bullsh** lets bury the gats I just drank a fifth of vodka, dare me to rap? I'm off this track, I'm pointing a finger at you Call Dido and spawn by singing a tune [Hook:](X2) [Verse 3:] Ken Kaniff is what Eminem isn't Another white rapper, that ain't like Limp Bizkit This is b**h sh**, you're a punk to risk it Come over to Connecticut and get your wrists slit For real now, you ain't gotta rap to talk it Your baby mother's fat, and she runs your pocket 7 platinum, but you signed to Weber Your moneys f**ed up, dip down in the red Eminem's gay, I'm a h*mos** But Eminem's played, I don't know whats next Ya'll I'm on my period and ovulating Shut the f** up, you're a b**h Miss Shady Come on f*gs hit me for the sh** I'm talking I got your whole fan base going and jacking Feeling what I spit, when I diss the icon And get your a** f**ed, by an orange pylon [Hook:](X2) [Outro:] Aww, yeah Cmon, come over here, Eminem Im'a give you a milk chocolate Let me slide up in that Hershey highway JD was telling me about how you and Dre used to get f**ing naked at the hotel and s** each others co*ks Black white, looked like a f**ing vanilla yogurt twist or something like that Come on b**h, come here b**h, you're just a b**h Ken Kaniff, f** you And everybody you roll with Come on Dre, I'll turn you out, call me Call me, I'll s** your co*k, I'll plug your booty hole And you talk all the sh** anymore Come on, make it happen And s** Ken's co*k, baby You know you want to You want to s** on the shaft of my penis and lick my balls And lick the cum while it squirts out, get your a** pregnant or something...