Love Game feat. Kendrick Lamar – Eminem
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Love Game feat. Kendrick Lamar – Eminem Testo:
Something’s burnin’ I can’t figure out what (Out what) it’s either lust, or a cloud of dust, judgment is clouded must Just be the powder from the power of (Love) but I’m in somethin’ I don’t know how ta get outta Left my girl in the house alone, is that my ‘soon to be spouse’s’ moan and the further I walk the louder Pause for a minute to make certain that’s what I heard, ’cause after all this is her place So I give her the benefit of the doubt I Think I might be about ta busta, bust her, the thought’s scary yo, though and it hurts-brace Hope it ain’t “here we go, yo” ’cause my head already goes to worst case scenario, though in the first place But you confirmed my low end theory though, should of known when I made it all the way to third base And that was only the first date, could of made it to home plate But you slid straight for the dome and dove face First “no [slurp] you don’t [slurp] under [slurp] stand [slurp] I [slurp] don’t [hic] do [slurp] this for anyone ever” – yeah, that ain’t what they all say I’ll say, you can suck a softball through a straw, used to be my fiance, till you sucked on Wayne, Andre and Kanye, Labron, Akon, Jay, Lil’ Jon, Raekwon, Mase, Polow da Don, Dre Dante Ross, James Conway, Kwame Guess I’m gettin’ my g-God dang Jigga on, eh? ‘Cause your name I’m beyond sayin’ But fuck it I’m movin’ on, you women are all cray But I’ll probably always keep on playin’ The game of love, love, love, love, la-la-la-la-la love [Chorus:] She doesn’t love me, no she don’t love me no more She hates my company, guess she don’t love me no more, I tried to get her up out of my head, left my bags at the door She screamed she loved me, like she never did before And I told her: go where you wanna go, go do what ‘cha wanna, I don’t care And I told her: go where you wanna go, go do what ‘cha wanna, I don’t care I told that bitch [Verse 2 – Kendrick:] I’m a sucker for love you, a sucker for dick Suckih’ dick in your mama tub, then your granny walked in Told the stupid nigga to duck unda’ the water he drowned, like an abortion, they booked you for manslaughter You beat the case and I called ya’ ‘Sherane is not available now leave a message at the tone’ And Kendrick don’t forget to buy two pair of those Expensive heels ya little fuckin’ ferris wheel Fuckin’ spinnin’ on me, fuck ya think we’re gonna get married still? Fucking Mary had a little lamb this ain’t no fairy tale Fairy God mama better tell you how I fuckin’ feel Like you should fuckin’ beat it or fuckin’ eat it while I’m on my period Now have a blessed day… ‘ bitch you serious? I’m in the mirror with this look on my face, curious Why you ain’t fuckin’ with me, you cut me deep as a cesarean You know I want you bad as a Benjamin, I’m delirious I want you bad as the head shattered on George Zimmerman After the Dillinger hit him diligently and killin’ ‘im His mouth piece for a Cadillac emblem That’s analogy and metaphor for you I should win a medal for all the ways I adore you This is me talkin’ cordial, yeah I got some home trainin’ That ain’t what you like, ain’t it? what about if I was as famous As Marshall, would you give fellatio in the carpool? Cops pull us over, they just wanna know if you gargle Singin’ “I hope she’s good enough Meanwhile ya chasing her” Chlamydia couldn’t even get rid of her, pity the fool and pity the fool in me I’m a live with the Game of love, love, love, love, la-la-la-la-la love [Chorus] [Verse 3 – Eminem:] So needless to say, I’m feelin’ betrayed, snatch my house key off her key chain She jumps off ‘Wee-Bey’ from the Wire’s dick now she’s chasin’ me with a cheese grater Here goes that broken record cliche, it’s all my fault anyway she’s turnin’ the tables, I’m a beat-break She treats my face like Serato, she cuts and scratches like a deejay, each day is an Instant Replay They say what we display, is symptomatic of attack behave Ior, back together, but forgot today was her B-Day She cut me off on the freeway Simple misunderstandin’ but just as I went to slam on the brakes, that’s when I realized that she may be crazy as me, wait Bitch cut my fuckin’ brake line, stepped on them fuckers eight times, still goin’ 73 thank God there’s an exit comin’ up, what the mother F-U-cock’s Wrong with her, hit the off-ramp, ’til I coasted to a God damn halt, hit a fucking tree now here she comes at full speed she’s racing at me, OK, you wanna fuck with me ‘eh? Snatch that bitch out her car through the window she’s screamin’ I body slam her on the cement until the concrete gave And created a sink hole, buried the stink hoe in it, then paid to have the street repaved Woke up in a dream state In a cold sweat like I got hit with a freeze ray, durin’ a heat wave Guess I eventually caved though, cause she’s layin’ next to me in bed Directly aimin’ a gat at my head Woke up again and jumped up like fuck it, I’ve had it I’m checkin’ into rehab I confess I’m a static addict I guess That’s why I’m so clingy every girl I’ve ever had either says I got too much baggage or I’m too fuckin’ dramatic, man what the fuck is the matter? I’m just A fuckin’ romantic, I fuckin’ love you, you fuckin’ bitch! combative, possessive, in fact last time I was mad at an ex I actually set off a chain reaction of tragic events I said “hit the road”, then after she left I sent that bitch a text That said “be careful driving don’t read this and have an accident! “, she glanced to look at it and wrecked Too bad, thought we had a connect- no sense dwelling makes Never been a more compelling case, than the model covered in L’oreal and Mace Who fell from grace eleven stories, for story telling, while the whore was yelling rape Till her vocal chords were swelling and her voice was more horser than Tori Spellings’ face Still they swarm the gates Of my fancy estates to greet Norman Bates with a warm embrace Less your Andrea Yates, don’t ask me for a date though you’re late, well, the sentiment’s great But wait, think there’s been a mistake You wanted an intimate date, I wanna intimidate I have infinite hate in my blood It’s mainly cause of the game of [Phone ring] wait, “dinner at eight?” I have infinite hate in my blood And it’s mainly cause of the game of love [Outro:] Love, love, love La-la-la-la-la love
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