Eminem - Macosa

Song Rating: 9.35/10

Song lyrics:

[Young Zee]
*Talking*
Im allowed to f** up whenever... whenever I want...
This the Outhouse...
Lemme smoke a joint first...
Here, Pace...
[Young Zee]
95% of all yall rappers butt
And yall ride dick so much yall gon make me nuts
Youll get your jaw clocked, Ill drag your a** for four blocks
Dunk your head in Clorox, use your dreads for my floor mop
Gay or straight, my Papermatell do a date rape
Zee cant wait, Ill go Great Bank on a blank tape
Lost like Spigg Nice, stick you for your thick ice
Good to hit twice fore you catch me usin trick dice
Go to parole off of two in stolen wheels
My colon holdin pills, f** takin some Golden Seal
I smoke leaky and black like BET
And f** hoes raw dog til my balls catch VD
Mess with us, straight up, yall better bust
Im the one youll never dust, its still the same as it ever was
Ill leave the crowd in a Coupe with white walls
And scream, If yall aint Outz then yall could ride my balls!
Beef with us you might just catch a black eye
And ride for your crispy 850-I
I f** with them d** cuz it gets me high
Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa
Been doin this rap sh** since 85
Then Clef put me down with the Fugee-la
Its only right me and Yah get a piece of the pie
Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa
Mama-se, Mama-sa, Ma-macosa
Mama-se, Mama-sa, Ma-macosa
Mama-se, Ma-sa, Ma-macosa
Mama-se, Mama-sa, Ma-macosa

[Slang Ton]
Yo, all the boys in the lobby get needles filled with poison ivy
Put em in the hospital and give em a poison IV
My crew get high much off brew and Thai skunk
It makes my style off the wall like suicide jumps
We sip lots of liq shots
It makes my hip-hop fat as your lip got when I
kickboxed with flip-flops
And give a disk jockey six copies of this floppy
sh** I be dyin for is your piece of sh** hobby?
You borin like Oran Dice, Im more than hype
Bungee jumpin with cordless mics, for tourists sites
Ton Slanga, Im dopin, pills and cokin
Lung cancer in my throat and still smokin

[Az-izz]
Now, when your partner die, who got the right
To do the homicide and you shot the guy?
And when yous bout to cry who got you high?
Say Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa
Ill blast the guy that dont pa** the lye
Leave him paralized and agonized
Fellas, grab the thighs thats by your side
Say Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa



[D.U.]
Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-maco
Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-maco
Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-maco
Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-maco

[Pace Won]
Wanna live this Outsida business
Blunt splitters, all that
Multiple musical contracts to fallback...
On... set like I was Liu Kang for Kombat...
Armed like Emmit when I rush crews
More hardcore than DMC and Krush Groove
Dont need hands to touch you
Mr. Perfect, the one you want to rap like
The name rap fiends have in their mouth like a crack pipe
Slap the f** out you, remember us
Im the man your father never was, or couldve been
Maybe if they pa**ed out weed in high school, I wouldve went
Got it down, yo
Even if you sing like Brownstone you couldnt Take The Crown Home
Try to call me out and get the dial tone
Pace Woner, dickin 5-0 in a stolen gray Hummer

[Eminem]
Me and Pace had to flee in haste from bein chased
For some E & Js we boosted out of some Korean place
I get drunk and hang-glide off of St. Ides
And spray-paint the plain sides of all the subway train rides
I got a pitbull that eats sheep and spits wool
And chews on human body tissue til its stomach gets full
Skip school, barely went to cla**, thinkin sh**s cool
Hid a loaded pistol under this retarded kids stool
I had a dream I blew up with half a mil sold
And still stole a credit card, a purse, and someones billfold
Im from the city where the weathers always real cold
And chill mode can turn into somebody gettin steel-toed
We be hangin on the block til dawn
Stayin spaced out like Dr. Octagon
Feelin for the beats like they Chaka Khan
Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa
Pace Won, Slang Ton, and Yah
Young Zee, Az-Izz, D.U., and muah
Bizarre Kid, Loon One and Rah
Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa

[Young Zee]
Beef with us you might just catch a black eye
And ride for your crispy 850-I
We f** with them d** cuz it gets us high
Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa
Been doin this rap sh** since 85
Then Clef put me down with the Fugee-la
Its only right me and Yah get a piece of the pie
Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa
Mama-se, Ma-sa, Ma-macosa
Mama-se, Ma-sa, Ma-macosa
Mama-se, Ma-sa, Macosa
Mama-mama-mama-mama-macosa

Date of text publication: 17.01.2021 at 09:48