Things Get Worse (Feat. B.o.B) lyrics - Eminem

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[Hook: Eminem]
There's no need to say shit, you already know
The question is just how far will this go?
How far will he take it?
And when will he stop?
Shady man, I done told you once homie to ease up
But you just won't listen, will ya? Nah, I guess not
You just can't, can ya? Man I can't stand ya
You're rotten, what you plottin' for us?
Man, when are you gonna let up?
I guess things are gonna get much worse
'fore they get better

[Verse 1: Eminem]
Holy Toledo, it's Angelina Jolie, amigo
She told me, "Yo Shady, just hand your penis to me,
I'll deep throat."
And Brad if you try to stand between us then
We're gonna see, bro, who was a fantasy
I don't mean to damage your ego
You faggots wanna rassle
I shove a f***ing jar of vaseline up inside your asshole
And rope it shut with a lasso
Couple of crushed Lexapro
broken up with the capsule or paxil
Just in case I aint dope enough with the raps, though
Coke is cut with tobacco
Smoke it up, then go wacko
This is what happens when you mix a cocunut
with tabasco
Shady let go, the hoe has been choked up enough
Let her ass go
Not till Jessica Simpson lets go of the tuna casserole
I used to love her hooters now Carmen Elektra's cuter
Strap an extension cord to her arm and electrocute her
I'm off my f***ing meds, but I'm on an electric scooter
I might just scoot by and shoot
My mum in the neck with rugers
Spit in Jason's face while I vomit on
Freddy Krugar
They can't even get Jeffrey Dahmer to pet the cougar
Now I'm gone get the rectal thermometer, get the lubra-
cation and get the patient some Darvocet to chew cause

[Hook: Eminem + B.o.B]
There's no need to say shit you already know
The question is just how far will this go?
How far will he take it?
And when will he stop?
B.o.B I done told you once homie to ease up, geez
There's no need to say shit you already know
The question is just how far will this go
Cause I will never lay down
And I will never let up
I guess things are gonna get much worse
'fore they get better

[Verse 2: B.o.B]
With the soul of a Shaman
I leave the beat than vomit
Like a bullemic woman with an uneasy stomach
I pass by people on the street
They seem like sheep and zombies
Stiffer than a therapeutic pair of jeans you run in
So can you hear me coming
Eminem this beat is absolutely disgusting
It's probably got diseases on it
I'm just being honest, I can see the comments
I can see the evolution as we creep up on it
I put that music in your veins like a needle junkie
Shit I just do this for the haters,
I dont need the money
I'm diarrhea on track so it needs plunging
Somebody please tell these girls
To release my undies
Nobody really understands my language
I find it complicated just to hold a conversation
But still I got a whole lot of patience
Sittin' back watching Earth from my Space station

[Hook: Eminem]
There's no need to say shit, you already know
The question is just how far will this go?
How far will he take it?
And when will he stop?
Shady man, I done told you once homie to ease up
But you just won't listen, will ya? Nah, I guess not
You just can't, can ya? Man I can't stand ya
You're rotten, what you plottin' for us?
Man, when are you gonna let up?
I guess things are gonna get much worse
'fore they get better

[Verse 3: Eminem]
Oh my gosh I put Natasha Bendingfield in a washer
Watch it go from rinse to spin cycle
Its like I got ya hypnotising like I gotcha
My God, ya pychologically f***ed
Michael 'd like an apology, what?
Tell that psycho to stick a Tyco
And a white tricycle up his butt
And glue the seat of his bicycle to his nuts
I'm as cold as a muthaf***ing icicle on my nut
I aint nuttin' nice, man
I like to pull knives and I like to cut
The poster addict for post tramatic stress
I guess this is the most dramatic I've been in a while
This is the closest that its come
To the Marshall Mathers
I can hear him start to gather
I don't paint the portrait of the picture
Perfect Partridge family
This aint your orphan Annie, no this is more uncanny
Kick down Dakota Fanning's front door
While the whore is tanning
(He can't say whore)
Of course he can, man he just saw her fanny
Then murdered her while he danced around the room
And wore her panties

[Eminem - Chorus]
There's no need to say shit, you already know
The question is just how far will this go?
How far will he take it?
And when will he stop?
Shady man, I done told you once homie to ease up
But you just won't listen, will ya? Nah, I guess not
You just can't, can ya? Man, I can't stand ya
You're rotten, what you plottin' for us?
Man, when are you gonna let up?
I guess things are gonna get much worse
'fore they get better



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