מילים לשיר Rush Ya Clique – Eminem

Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what?
(Pace Won)
Outz in the area tearing things up
Crush your chick, touch your trick, what?
Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what?
Outz in the area tearing things up (Sing it with me!)
Outz in the area tearing things up
Outz in the area tearing things up
Crush your chick, touch your trick, what? (AzYo, I'm finally convinced my kindness and innocence
Is a crime in a sense, climbing a fence
Outz in a fear of family presents
Diagonally bent, dying in agony in a magically event
Capped in clak smoke, pack toast in a black coat
Stay skeed off laced weed
To roast motherfuckers, over lactose
I take cheese, and page trees in the Bricks Rolling box of Tracies
(Pace Won)
Get up in that ass and wreck shop like colon cancer
Call a goHit it from the back, bitch can't hold her pants up
Once for my cock, twice for my block,
I got it locked like handcuffs
Pacer got a razor, get you and your man cut
Swing a blow you can't duck
Nobody on earth could see Pacer
Throw up your hands, what?
I get your shit then peel off like Speed Racer (Slang Ton)
I hit you bastards raps fast as Janet Jackson's coochie
Your raps is half mastered, mad average, wack bologna
And if you ever wanna get a deal
You should either OD off skill pills
Or steal my reelMost of y'all emcees ain't tight as y'all should be when
Outsidaz, we hot as Hell's flames is
I'm tighter than the jeans that show hoochie chicks' coochie prints
And I'm Slang
I'm so weeded (How weeded are you?)
(Eminem)
I'm so weeded I can freestyle for sixteen bars (Ha ha ha)
Right off the top, then go back to the top
And then repeat it (Ha)
And still be able to read it (Sorry)
Write it down on the paper
I can't read, but I still write to my pen pals (Uh, uh, dear)
I can't fly, but I still float on cement clouds (Whee!)
I can't see cause my eyes already been gouged out
I been down with the Outz for ten thouSome weird kids with piercings in more than one ear
((Pace Won) So dunn, here?)
Lauryn, huh? Hill?
((Pace won) There's more than one? IIIllll)
What? You want me to stop? Here? (Young Zee)
Yea
Your girl could suck my dick chewing Big Red
Till she choke and scrape her wisdom tooth on my dick head
Puff a tray bag, Outz never pay cabs
Bust a AYea, we all of the a volumes
What be the outcome?
We selling twenty million albums
Ay your record, ain't nobody buy that
You fell off, and had to take your five mic
And push a white Ac, with a bike rack (Axe)
It's the A, the X, the E
Why pay for ass, if I can sex for free?
F' with we, what you expect to see
Death's your destiny, when it's my time for rest in peace
Bet they find my pistol next to me
My dick is giving ecstasy
Shit I say, spread like leprosy
I'm on a quest to be, the best emcee
Living recklessly, cock the weaponry
Lay you on your back like Lei Wulong from Tekken 3
Yo follow, never question me (Pace Won)
C'mon yo
Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what?
Snuff your bitch, crush your whip, what?
Crush your chick, touch your trick, what? Outz in the area tearing things up
Outworld baby.