Elevator
Eminem
Intro
All aboard, okay, next stop, my basement… haha
I'll meet you down there
Chorus
There once was a saying that I used to say
Back in the day when I met Dre
I used to sit and goof on the phone with my friend proof
That if I went gold, I’d go right through the roof
He said what If I went platinum, I’d just laugh at him
That’s not happening, that I can’t fathom
Eighty something million records worldwide later,
I’m living in a house with a fucking elevator
Haters getting mad, they done had enough of shady
You slay me, nothing you say matters enough to touche me,
Rappers try to play me, they use Hailie as a ukulele
Woopsa a fucking daisy
That’s an honour who even she knows dada’s fucking crazy
Fucking animal, cookoo, bananas, fucking AP
Maybe it’s because I never had a mother raise me
Fuck around and throw a baby at another baby
You may think it’s cause of the way that I was brought up
But it’s all caught up to me now, palm is in the waters
Every line I ever said has got me in a corner
You might think it doesn’t creep upon ya, but it all does
You wouldn’t listen man, I tried to warn ya when you started
Now your brains all horny cause of all the sh!t you thought of
Chainsaw slaughters turn your daughters into sawdust
I never thought it’d come to this
I outta just be honest but
Chorus
There once was a saying that I used to say
Back in the day when I met Dre
I used to sit and goof on the phone with my friend proof
That if I went gold, I’d go right through the roof
He said what If I went platinum, I’d just laugh at him
That’s not happening, that I can’t fathom
Eighty something million records worldwide later,
I’m living in a house with a fucking elevator
Sorry Lance, Mr. Lambert and Aiken ain’t gonna make it
They get so mad, when I call them both fake it’s
All these fucking voices in my head I can’t take it
Someone shut that fucking baby up, ‘for I shake it
You’re standing adjacent to Jason’s last slut, they’re facing
Together makes ‘em, a fucking bad combination
I lashed at the doctor in my last operation
Shoved the weiner snitzel up his ass, hopped away some
body please stop the patient, get the cops to mase him
Homie, I’m the shizer, pass doctor dre some
I can’t leave the game, I just can’t walk away son
No not-a now, not a chance, not today son
I can’t believe I leave for one brief second
You pussy queef all over the rap game, naked
And use a leaf to wipe up the crap stains, feck it
I just keep saying the same exact saying, check it
Chorus
There once was a saying that I used to say
Back in the day when I met Dre
I used to sit and goof on the phone with my friend proof
That if I went gold, I’d go right through the roof
He said what If I went platinum, I’d just laugh at him
That’s not happening, that I can’t fathom
Eighty something million records worldwide later,
I’m living in a house with a fucking elevator
Elevator in my house, I’ll smell ya later
I blew the fuck up, a hamster in a microwave
Think about an escalator now, steps, I hate ‘em
Told the neighbor step away, then I just pepper sprayed ‘em
Yeah, for every time you ride down the street
Or hideout, drive by my house and beep
Like now motherfucker, try now to sleep
Lie down fuck-up, try countin’ sheep
And you’re tryna find out, why now there’s beef?
Mase in your face bitch, cry now pussy
This is my house, all nine thousand feet
So you can suck my d!ck with Amy Winehouse’s teeth
Then I shove ‘em in the elevator, take ‘em to the top
Stand above em,just to cut the fucking cable, let ‘em drop
Walk an hour to the damn fucking refrigerator, get a pop
While I let ‘em fall all the way to the basement yelling stop
Chorus
There once was a saying that I used to say
Back in the day when I met Dre
I used to sit and goof on the phone with my friend proof
That if I went gold, I’d go right through the roof
He said what If I went platinum, I’d just laugh at him
That’s not happening, that I can’t fathom
Eighty something million records worldwide later,
I’m living in a house with a fucking elevator
Fucking son of a bitch, I can’t believe this shit
This must be all that there is, this must be it
Fuckin-A even got a potato
Wash my ass after I shit with gold toilet paper
Dishwasher’s so big, when I’m pissed off
I can just toss a flying saucer in it
This shit’s awesome, yeah, fucking elevator
Living in a house with a fucking elevator
compositores: Luis Edgardo Resto, Marshall B. III Mathers
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Compartilhe com seus amigos.
All aboard, okay, next stop, my basement… haha
I'll meet you down there
Chorus
There once was a saying that I used to say
Back in the day when I met Dre
I used to sit and goof on the phone with my friend proof
That if I went gold, I’d go right through the roof
He said what If I went platinum, I’d just laugh at him
That’s not happening, that I can’t fathom
Eighty something million records worldwide later,
I’m living in a house with a fucking elevator
Haters getting mad, they done had enough of shady
You slay me, nothing you say matters enough to touche me,
Rappers try to play me, they use Hailie as a ukulele
Woopsa a fucking daisy
That’s an honour who even she knows dada’s fucking crazy
Fucking animal, cookoo, bananas, fucking AP
Maybe it’s because I never had a mother raise me
Fuck around and throw a baby at another baby
You may think it’s cause of the way that I was brought up
But it’s all caught up to me now, palm is in the waters
Every line I ever said has got me in a corner
You might think it doesn’t creep upon ya, but it all does
You wouldn’t listen man, I tried to warn ya when you started
Now your brains all horny cause of all the sh!t you thought of
Chainsaw slaughters turn your daughters into sawdust
I never thought it’d come to this
I outta just be honest but
Chorus
There once was a saying that I used to say
Back in the day when I met Dre
I used to sit and goof on the phone with my friend proof
That if I went gold, I’d go right through the roof
He said what If I went platinum, I’d just laugh at him
That’s not happening, that I can’t fathom
Eighty something million records worldwide later,
I’m living in a house with a fucking elevator
Sorry Lance, Mr. Lambert and Aiken ain’t gonna make it
They get so mad, when I call them both fake it’s
All these fucking voices in my head I can’t take it
Someone shut that fucking baby up, ‘for I shake it
You’re standing adjacent to Jason’s last slut, they’re facing
Together makes ‘em, a fucking bad combination
I lashed at the doctor in my last operation
Shoved the weiner snitzel up his ass, hopped away some
body please stop the patient, get the cops to mase him
Homie, I’m the shizer, pass doctor dre some
I can’t leave the game, I just can’t walk away son
No not-a now, not a chance, not today son
I can’t believe I leave for one brief second
You pussy queef all over the rap game, naked
And use a leaf to wipe up the crap stains, feck it
I just keep saying the same exact saying, check it
Chorus
There once was a saying that I used to say
Back in the day when I met Dre
I used to sit and goof on the phone with my friend proof
That if I went gold, I’d go right through the roof
He said what If I went platinum, I’d just laugh at him
That’s not happening, that I can’t fathom
Eighty something million records worldwide later,
I’m living in a house with a fucking elevator
Elevator in my house, I’ll smell ya later
I blew the fuck up, a hamster in a microwave
Think about an escalator now, steps, I hate ‘em
Told the neighbor step away, then I just pepper sprayed ‘em
Yeah, for every time you ride down the street
Or hideout, drive by my house and beep
Like now motherfucker, try now to sleep
Lie down fuck-up, try countin’ sheep
And you’re tryna find out, why now there’s beef?
Mase in your face bitch, cry now pussy
This is my house, all nine thousand feet
So you can suck my d!ck with Amy Winehouse’s teeth
Then I shove ‘em in the elevator, take ‘em to the top
Stand above em,just to cut the fucking cable, let ‘em drop
Walk an hour to the damn fucking refrigerator, get a pop
While I let ‘em fall all the way to the basement yelling stop
Chorus
There once was a saying that I used to say
Back in the day when I met Dre
I used to sit and goof on the phone with my friend proof
That if I went gold, I’d go right through the roof
He said what If I went platinum, I’d just laugh at him
That’s not happening, that I can’t fathom
Eighty something million records worldwide later,
I’m living in a house with a fucking elevator
Fucking son of a bitch, I can’t believe this shit
This must be all that there is, this must be it
Fuckin-A even got a potato
Wash my ass after I shit with gold toilet paper
Dishwasher’s so big, when I’m pissed off
I can just toss a flying saucer in it
This shit’s awesome, yeah, fucking elevator
Living in a house with a fucking elevator
compositores: Luis Edgardo Resto, Marshall B. III Mathers
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