Dumpin lyrics - Eminem

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Dumpin lyrics

Ayo, yo, this is motherf***in' Eminem
Dirty Dozen, 'bout to show you
How we set it when we come through
Know what I'm sayin'?
Word up, bitch-motherf***ers better raise up
Y'all motherf***ers better raise up!
Ayo, buss it! Ayo…


I'm a pit bull terrier, triple darin' ya
Scarin' ya with a derringer
Ready to make you wet like a submariner
Tearin' ya frame out with homicidal lines
Bringin' the drama and the trauma to your mama's vital signs (Blaow!) A verbal shot fired, this mic's been hot wired
Uppercuts to your chin, knockin' your snot skyward
Rappers wanna be screenplay actors
So I'm givin' they spine fractures
Like linebackers from the Green Bay Packers
And roll over 'em backwards, Dirty Dozen
I'm someone you just don't wanna see, like a nerdy cousin
So keep your distance when I get this tense
You see my fist clench? It's gonna be some bullets dispensed
You best to keep your premises fenced
You missed hints, any resistance
Get you voided like misprints
You'll end up with no teeth left makin' a beef threat
When I roll up on your set
Don't get it twisted like Keith Sweat


When I get to bustin', you best to get to jumpin'
I'm touchin' somethin'
Fool, I'm comin' through dumpin'
My beat's bumpin', you hear it thumpin'?
That oughta tell you somethin'
Bitch, I'm comin' through dumpin'
Bullets hit you, your heart stops pumpin'
Your blood starts clumpin'
I'm comin' through dumpin'
If you don't know, you best make an assumption
I got you slumpin'
Fool, I'm comin' through dumpin'


A proven fact, my pact got your whole team movin' back
We never losin' slack, I paid dues in rap
I'm runnin' till my shoes are tapped
My writers use them gats, my thugs fuse them cracks
Relax and catch a contact to an amusin' track
Slugs dispatched on any street riz and mismatch
My team'll get busy, like rednecks on some six packs
My fist crack the featherweight, my words'll never break
A clever snake'll be forever fake
Let me get this cheddar straight
Makin' dough is a part, so is the heart, my flow is the art
Me and the mic Gomez like Lois & Clark
Weapons concealed until death, now see 'em
My chrome shatter bones that lack calcium
Knockin' domes out the ballpark
Your dawgs is all bark, plus you got a small heart
Now save them corny lines for Hallmark
I want the sunny days and money paid in them figures
A microphone fiend
And on my own team there's fake niggas
Mums they rocked the cradle, I spot the fable
They made the shop and stable, with grass top the table
The Glock enable when I pop the fatal
Phonies that I plot prenatal wax
The player haters never make it back; I'm dumpin'


When I get to bustin', you best to get to jumpin'
I'm touchin' somethin'
Fool, I'm comin' through dumpin'
My beat's bumpin', you hear it thumpin'?
That oughta tell you somethin'
Bitch, I'm comin' through dumpin'
Bullets hit you, your heart stops pumpin'
Your blood starts clumpin'
I'm comin' through dumpin'
If you don't know, you best make an assumption
I got you slumpin'
Fool, I'm comin' through dumpin'

Ayo, we don't say fat, we stay [scrow?] business
The third nigga on the mic, representin' [roughanopolous?]
Ain't shit stoppin' us, old school like Cold Crush
Slice and dice MC's on the mic like cold cuts
Live and direct, comin' straight from the ghet'
Where niggas keep it real and make these girls' panties wet
I can't forget the DJ, he play, we say
Funky type of shit that make the crowd wanna flip
We don't bust clips, guns is not in us
But when shit get deep it's a must that we bust
Arm, leg, leg, arm and head
Or afros and facing bald heads all way down to the dreads
40s to drink, endos we smoke
And the rims that we ride on are true, deez spokes
Tires, know a lot of Michaels, but they don't live on Myers
Bitch's p**** tight, here come the dick pliers
What's my name? Call me sire on the mic, like titty dancers on the fire
When you hear my beat, live crowds jumpin'
I’m comin' through dumpin’


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Ayo, yo, this is motherf***in' Eminem Dirty Dozen, 'bout to show you How we set it when we come through Know what I'm sayin'? Word up, bitch-motherf***ers better ra...


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