Something's burnin' I can't figure out what
(out what) it's either lust, or a cloud of dust, judgment is clouded must
just be the powder from the power of
(love) but I'm in somethin' I don't know how ta get outta
pause for a minute to make certain that's what I heard, 'cause after all this is her place
think I might be about ta busta, bust her, the thought's scary yo, though and it hurts--brace
hope it aint "here we go, yo" 'cause my head already goes to worst case scenario, though in the first place
and that was only the first date, could of made it to home plate
first "no (slurp) you don't (slurp) under (slurp) stand (slurp) I (slurp) don't (hic) do (slurp) this for anyone ever"- yeah, that ain't what they all say
Dante Ross, James Conway, Kwamé
'cause your name I'm beyond sayin'
but fuck it I'm movin' on, you women are all cray
but I'll probably always keep on playin'
the game of love, love, love, love, la-la-la-la-la love
She doesn't love me, no she don't love me no more
she hates my company, guess she don't love me no more, I tried to get her up out of my head, left my bags at the door
she screamed she loved me, like she never did before
and I told her: go where you wanna go, go do what 'cha wanna, I don't care
I told that bitch
I'm a sucker for love you, a sucker for dick
suckin' dick in your mama tub, then your granny walked in
you beat the case and I called ya'
and Kendrick don't forget to buy two pair of those
expensive heels ya little fuckin' ferris wheel
fucking Mary had a little lamb this ain't no fairy tale
like you should fuckin' beat it or fuckin' eat it while I'm on my period
now have a blessed day…' bitch you serious?
why you ain't fuckin' with me, you cut me deep as a cesarean
I want you bad as the head shattered on George Zimmerman
after the Dillinger hit him diligently and killin' 'im
his mouth piece for a Cadillac emblem
I should win a medal for all the ways I adore you
this is me talkin' cordial, yeah I got some home trainin'
that ain't what you like, ain't it? what about if I was as famous
as Marshall, would you give fellatio in the carpool?
cops pull us over, they just wanna know if you gargle
singin' "I hope she's good enough
meanwhile ya chasing her"
game of love, love, love, love, la-la-la-la-la love
Verse 3 (Eminem)
So needless to say, I'm feelin' betrayed, snatch my house key off her key chain
she jumps off 'Wee-Bey' from the Wire's dick now she's chasin' me with a cheese grater
she treats my face like Serato, she cuts and scratches like a deejay, each day is an Instant Replay
ior, back together, but forgot today was her B-Day
she cut me off on the freeway
bitch cut my fuckin' brake line, stepped on them fuckers eight times, still goin' 73 thank
god there's an exit comin' up, what the mother F-U-C-K's
wrong with her, hit the off-ramp, 'til I coasted to a god damn halt, hit a fucking tree now here she comes at full speed she's racing at me, OK, you wanna fuck with me 'eh?
and created a sink hole, buried the stink hoe in it, then paid to have the street repaved
in a cold sweat like I got hit with a freeze ray, durin' a heat wave
guess I eventually caved though, cause she's layin' next to me in bed
directly aimin' a gat at my head
I confess I'm a static addict I guess
that's why I'm so clingy every girl I've ever had either says
I got too much baggage or I'm too fuckin' dramatic, man what the fuck is the matter? I'm just
a fuckin' romantic, I fuckin' love you, you fuckin' bitch! combative, possessive, in fact last time I was mad at an ex
I said "hit the road", then after she left I sent that bitch a text
that said "be careful driving don't read this and have an accident!", she glanced to look at it and wrecked
never been a more compelling case, than the model covered in L'oreal and Mace
who fell from grace eleven stories, for story telling, while the whore was yelling rape
till her vocal chords were swelling and her voice was more horser than Tori Spellings' face
of my fancy estates to greet Norman Bates with a warm embrace
'less your Andrea Yates, don't ask me for a date though you're late, well, the sentiment's great
but wait, think there's been a mistake
I have infinite hate in my blood
it's mainly cause of the game of
(phone ring) wait, "dinner at eight?"
I have infinite hate in my blood
and it's mainly cause of the game of love