Eminem Spitshine Lyrics:
Verse 1 I 'ma clean this whole shit out like
climax, with words put togeather better then sony
electronics, king of the jungle, humbly stay
honest, eat with the lions, swim with peranas,
gassoline the scene, strike the match, inferno,
I'm to throue nigga, so stand back, I spit shine,
get mine and rip rhyme and make my career take a
incline, I'm strick with knives, straight with
razors, good with grenades and great with gadges,
(yeah) been around the world on a million stages,
watch nigga's bitch up and go through changes, I
had gun's before guns was in fashion, I mashed out
before niggas knew mashin, I knew terror before
the plane started crashin, I got punch lines and
nigga's aint laughin...

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I'm gon be here after the smoke dye down,
Insomnia style I won't lye down, fight the good
fight don't need no help, keep your hands up
defend yourself, move like I move and live
lifelong , can't move up if your hearts not
strong, get your own shit cause this shit's mine,
every time I spit, I shine

Verse 2

cock-sucker I preach what I practise, back shit
up, wrap this, rap shit up, still actin up, get
found in the trunk of an Acuva, yall suck like
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jail in dracula, X turn up the heat, increase the
hatred, straight stone face don't fuck with gay
shit, so i guess that means I cant fuck with you
now, drew down, let off, facate to new town, you
feel like bishop, induced now, gotta flame thrower
that will burn great holes till you goose down,
(yeah) rough sound, same strong background, bent
on black the big boys playin tips down, my whole
train of thought is the party, any motherfucker
with problems and not get caught, I was blessed
with life when I cursed to death, I'm a spit till
my very last breath...

(fuck yall)

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Verse 3

Let me get a three second look, I hit a million
dollar target, You ain't came up yet well nigga'
let me show ya, (aaaa) Come across dope like
planes and boats, Like baloons filled with coke,
down a mexican's throat, you ever seen a man get
smoked and shit on himself, the body shake for a
second, then it can't stop a second, the evidence
are the weapon and the people involved, let one
nigga talk, everybody gettin caught, for sure, I
say that, to say this, if you cant handle the time
then ride the beach, might as well touch your tail
and jump the fence, castrate yourself expose the
bitch, X go head up, the fuck never ran from it, I
got engadged with buck shots that you can't
stomach, You ain't a killer you a album filler,
You ain't a soldier you a rap premoter, Game
over...

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Lyrics: Spitshine, Eminem [end]