Karaoké Crack a Bottle Eminem & Dr. Dre & 50 Cent

Oh, ladies and gentlemen

The moment you've all been waiting for

In this corner weighing one hundred and seventy-five pounds

With a record of seventeen rapes four hundred assaults and four murders

The undisputed most diabolical villain in the world

Slim Shady

Ha ha

Let's go

So crack a bottle let your body waddle

Don't act like a snobby model you just hit the lotto

Oh-oh, oh-oh, bitches hoppin' in my Tahoe

Got one ridin' shotgun and no not one of 'em got clothes

Now, where's the rubbers

Who's got the rubbers

I noticed there's so many of 'em and there's really not that many of us

And ladies love us my posse's kickin' up dust

It's on 'till the break of dawn and we're startin' this party from dusk

Okay

Let's go

Shady

Ha ha

Back with Andre the Giant

Mister Elephant Tusk

Fix your musk you'll be just another one bit the dust

Just one of my mother's sons who got thrown under the bus

Kiss my butt lick fromunda cheese from under my nuts

It disgusts me to see the game the way that it looks

It's a must, I redeem my name and haters get mushed

Bitches lust, man, they love me when I lay in the cut

Fisticuffs, the lady give her eighty-some paper cuts

Now picture us it's ridiculous, you curse at the thought

'Cos when I spit the verse the shit gets worse than

Worcestershire sauce

If I could fit the words it's picture perfect works every time

Every verse, every line as simple as nursery rhymes

It's elementary, the elephants have entered the room

I venture to say we're the center of attention, it's true

Not to mention back with a vengeance, so hence the signal of the bat symbol, the platinum trio's back on you, hoes

So crack a bottle let your body waddle

Don't act like a snobby model you just hit the lotto

Oh-oh, oh-oh, bitches hoppin' in my Tahoe

Got one ridin' shotgun and no not one of 'em got clothes

Now, where's the rubbers

Who's got the rubbers

I noticed there's so many of 'em and there's really not that many of us

And ladies love us my posse's kickin' up dust

It's on 'till the break of dawn and we're startin' this party from dusk

Ladies and gentlemen

Doctor Dre

They see that low rider go by they're like, oh my

Wooh

You ain't got to tell me why you're sick 'cos I know why

I dip through in that Six-Trey like, sick 'em, Dre

I'm an itch that they can't scratch, they're sick of me

But hey, what else can I say

I love LA

'Cos over and above all it's just another day

And this one begins where the last one ends

Pick up where we left off and get smashed again

I'll be damned, just fucked around and crashed my Benz

Drivin' 'round with a smashed front end, let's cash that one in

Grab another one from out the stable

The Monte Carlo, El Camino or the El Dorado

The hell if I know

Do I want leather seats or vinyl

Decisions, decisions

Garage looks like

Precision Collision or Maaco, beats quake like Waco

Just keep the bass low speakers away from your face though face though

So crack a bottle let your body waddle

Don't act like a snobby model you just hit the lotto

Oh-oh, oh-oh, bitches hoppin' in my Tahoe

Got one ridin' shotgun and no not one of 'em got clothes

Now, where's the rubbers

Who's got the rubbers

I noticed there's so many of 'em and there's really not that many of us

And ladies love us my posse's kickin' up dust

It's on 'till the break of dawn and we're startin' this party from dusk

And I take great pleasure in introducing

Fifty Cent

It's bottle after bottle

The money ain't a thing when you party with me

It's what we into it's simple

We ball out of control like you wouldn't believe

I'm the napalm, the bomb the Don, I'm King Kong

Get rolled on wrapped up, and reigned on

I'm so calm, through Vietnam ring the alarm

Bring the Chandon, burn marijuan', do what you want

Nigga, on and on 'till the break of what

Get the paper, man, I'm cakin' you know I don't give a fuck

I spend it like it don't mean nothin'

Blow it like it's supposed to be blown

Motherfucker, I'm grown

I stunt, I style

I flash the shit, uh uh

I gets what the fuck I want so what I trick, yeah

Fat-ass Birkin bags some classy shit

Jimmy Choo shoes

I say, move, a bitch move

So crack a bottle let your body waddle

Don't act like a snobby model you just hit the lotto

Oh-oh, oh-oh, bitches hoppin' in my Tahoe

Got one ridin' shotgun and no not one of 'em got clothes

Now, where's the rubbers

Who's got the rubbers

I noticed there's so many of 'em and there's really not that many of us

And ladies love us my posse's kickin' up dust

It's on 'till the break of dawn and we're startin' this party from dusk