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"Pick It Up"
[feat. Proof]

Yo yo, back again
Turn it up a lil bit, pick it up pick it up
Yo pick it up pick it up
Yo yo pick it up
If you find a phone call in a ten westward line what the hell you gon' do? (Pick it up! Pick it up!)

If your ball falls out with a pad on the floor, what the hell you gon' do? (Pick it up! Pick it up!)

While I'm smackin' up girls to keep the hoes in check
The double S Slim Shady wreck the London set
Sit back and relax while my squad smokes crack
And tap your man back be like:
(You see that?)
Oh yes, comin' from the mother friggen mid west
Lift your shirt up and let me see them big breasts
We molest girls three times a day three times a night
I got G4s of criminal peoples
Jumpin' out when we ten deep
Beat you down and speed off in a benz jeep
Girls be like: Eminem changed his style up
Shut up the hell up I'm still seven mile slut!
It's 97 so get witt it
Peep that back in the day stuff on the Infinite tape resetin'
Listen, must we forget it
I originated all that ruff shit, that talk drug shit
That left mutha fuckas who said our sound is like horse shit
Detroit city is where I grew up bitch
Peace to all my outsiders and jers
Forget what you hurd this is three and one third

If you have an STD and your penis falls on the floor, what the hell you gon' do? (pick it up! pick it up!)
(ahhh yeah yeah yeah pick it up pick it up)
If you see a Slim Shady tape on the fuckin' rack, What is Dre gunna go? (ooohhhh)
(On the uckin rack, on the uck without the f)

I get def mcees stepped to the left
I bust mcees and my name is Wyclef
I play the banjo, piano what ever it is I rock like Berry Mantelo
Yo it's Slim Shady on the friggen' deck
Y'all don't check it out I wreck the Frim Shady set
The Frim Shady is what I said because I'm fuckin' drunk
I pick it up, pick it up, I sound like a punk

Ayo they wish they could ban me back
Yo you standin' back
Def methods ayo got my hand in that
Who ever runnin' it ayo you get a jammed knee cap
Make the healthiest of your fam handicap
You a fan of rap, my clan will tap your school, home, ya bitch house
Pull my nine milli you gon' die with your fist out
Henemous is over with
Venemous is cobra spit
Aggressive dialect with aggressive sober bitch
My bite on phonics, demonish your lonic, demonic can't stand the chronic impossible to hold on like vomit
Mics I palm it, cause they the bombit
Like terroristict Islamic I enter your atma, feel like a comet
The new god of rap, call me Bigger Thor
Snap your back when I slap your ass in a figure 4
From miles around they can feel us, lethal
I make hardcore groups like Wu Tang sound like the village people
Be no sequel, of the generize, finish style, bust em' down right now, the winner is me
Then my man Mr. Paul we gon' star
Make your heart beat for your tryna' get down with us
We ball to the end, it's time to pretend
My friend to the left of me, the death of me
Me recipe to be with this don't even test mcees
Y'all can't get with us it's the dress, dress on ya

[Eminem & Proof:]
You can hate me now
I'm so drunk I'm throwin up now
Throwin up now

Hand me an .8
Beam me up and land me in space
I'm a sit on top of the world and spit on Brandy and Mase
I'm more than I'll
Scarier than a white person trapped in a room with Lauryn Hill
Human horror film
But with a lot funnier plot, and people will feel me
Cause I'm a still be the Madd Rapper
Whether I got money or not
As long as I'm on pills, and I got plenty of pot
I'll be in a canoe paddlin', makin fun of your yacht
But I would like an award
For the best rapper to get one mic in The Source
And a wardrobe I can afford
Otherwise I might get sent up back-strike in a Ford
And you wonder what the hell I need more Vicadin for
Everybody's pissin' me off
Even the No Limit Tank looks like a middle finger sideways flippin me off
No damn I'm a great danger to my health
Why else would I kill you then jump in the grave and bury myself?

Yah need to run for cova'
Eminem is white but he's still my brotha
Yes, yes in the flesh
I'm the mc from the mid west I take it through the kids chest
They say they wanna battle us~

[Cuts out]

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