The Alchemist and Eminem - Chemical Warfare

You are now listening to the sounds
Of Shady and Alchemist, Alchemist, Alchemist

Got an axe in the duffel bag, couple of fags (what?)
Stuffed in the backseat, muzzled and gagged
Wrapped in bubble wrap, two lesbians, ahh (what?)
Couple Hustler mags, now grab the Pez dispenser
Fill it up to the max, with muscle relaxers (what?)
The governor of Alaska, she lusts when I ask her
To shove my Pulaski sausage up in her ass, huh (what?)
While we hover over Nebraska
Shooting at the fucking buffalo pasture
In the helicopter, man, I can't fuck her no faster (what?)
She's screaming, "Grab my titties, Shady suck on those bastards"
But I ain't no sucker, I won't snuggle up with her after
I'm a gigolo, bitch, I look like the Juggalo rapper?
Every day, man, I just seem to get a little bit doper
Shit, back down? Man, I'd rather lick on a scrotum
And eat the fucking Octomom's pussy lips with some okra
While I watch Whoopi Goldberg scissor with Oprah
While Rosie pussy-farts and takes a piss on the sofa
Get a boner and play dick swords with the Jonas Brothers
Your motherfucking mother's aromas like no other
I keep thinking of her smothered in somas

It's chemical warfare, drop bombs like Saddam
I'm bringing the drama, Like Barrack Obama
Playing Rock 'Em Sock 'Em robots with the Octomama
I'm vato loco, homie, I'll cock those llamas for chemical warfare

Did I just say Octomom twice in the same rap?
Fucking wack
Chemical warfare
Chemical warfare

Written by:
Marshall Mathers, Alan Maman

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