Karaoké Guilty Conscience Eminem & Dr. Dre

Alright stop

Now before you walk in the door of this liquor store

And try to get money out the drawer

You better think of the consequence

I'm your motherfuckin' conscience

That's nonsense

Go in, gaffle the money and run to one of your aunt's cribs

And borrow a damn dress and one of her blond wigs

Tell her you need a place to stay

You'll be safe for days

If you shave your legs with Renee's razor blades

Yeah but if it all goes through like it's supposed to

The whole neighborhood knows you and they'll expose you

Think about it before you walk in the door first

Look at the store clerk

She's older than George Burns

Fuck that

Do that shit, shoot that bitch

Can you afford to blow this shit

Are you that rich

Why you give a fuck if she dies

Are you that bitch

Do you really think she gives a fuck if you have kids

Man don't do it

It's not worth it to risk it

Not over this shit

Stop

Drop the biscuit

Don't even listen to Slim

Yo he's bad for you

You know what, Dre

I don't like your attitude

Now listen to me while you're kissin' her cheek

And smearin' her lipstick

I slip this in her drink

Now all you gotta do is nibble on this little bitch's earlobe

Yo this girl's only fifteen years old

You shouldn't take advantage of her

That's not fair

Yo look at her bush

Does it got hair

Fuck this bitch right here on the spot there

'Till she passes out and she forgot how she got there

Man ain't you ever seen that one movie Kids

No but I seen the porno with Sun Doobiest

Shit you wanna get hauled off to jail

Man fuck that, hit that shit raw dog then bail

Alright calm down

Relax, start breathin'

Fuck that shit

You just caught this bitch cheatin'

While you at work she's with some dude tryna get off

Fuck slittin' her throat

Cut this bitch's head off

Wait what if there's an explanation for this shit

What, she tripped, fell landed on his dick

Tsh alright Shady

Maybe he's right Grady

But think about the baby before you get all crazy

Okay thought about it

Still wanna stab her

Grab her by the throat

Get your daughter and kidnap her

That's what I did

Be smart, don't be a retard

You gonna take advice from somebody who slapped

Dee Barnes

What you say

What's wrong

Didn't think I'd remember

Imma kill you motherfucker

Uh uh temper, temper

Mister Dre, Mister N.W.A

Mister AK

Comin' straight outta Compton

Y'all better make way

How in the fuck you gonna tell this man not to be violent

'Cos he don't need to go the same route that I went

Been there, done that

Aw fuck it, what am I sayin'

Shoot 'em both Grady

Where's your gun at