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Eminem, Kendrick Lamar - Love Game

Love Game
Eminem, Kendrick Lamar
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[Verse 1: Eminem]
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 fiancé, till you sucked on Wayne, André and Kanye, Lebron, Akon, Jay, Lil' Jon, Raekwon, Mase, Polow da Don, Dre,
Dante Ross, James Conway, Kwamé.
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 Lamar]
I'm a sucker for love you, a sucker for dick
Suckin' 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'ma 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 cliché, 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-C-K'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
Tat 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.

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