Gueringer The 13th – This Is It Lyrics

[Intro: Gueringer]

Wanna love you girl, wanna love you girl
You so Robin Thicke
Wanna love you girl, wanna love you girl

[Hook: Gueringer]
Why you wanna go and do that love huh?
With a face so cute, and ass so fun
Face so cute, and ass so fun
Face so cute, and ass so fun
Why you wanna go and do that thug cuh?
We can count these ones, and hit these huns
Count these ones, and hit these huns
Count these ones, and hit these huns

[Chorus: Gueringer]
This is it what
Luchini pouring from the sky, let’s get rich what
You got a gun up on your waist, don’t trip bruh
I see some ladies in this place who can get cuffed
You is it girl
This is it what
Luchini pouring from the sky, let’s get rich what
You got a gun up on your waist, don’t trip bruh
I see some ladies in this place who can get cuffed
You is it girl

[Verse 1: Gueringer]
You here with your crew
Tell me what you really trying to do
We can leave here around about 2
I ain’t running game on you
Cause that’s what a lame gone do
But I’m go keep it true
We can live jiggy
Sip Remy, and count stacks
You can stay with me
Face pretty, and ass fat
My tribe real, your girls will like that
Playing drinking games, and get us a night cap
Wanna love you girl, wanna love you girl
You so Robin Thicke
Wanna love you girl, wanna love you girl
Now you rubbing on my
My crew heavy
Spread legs, like used levees
We move deadly
Break hearts, and ain’t petty
Your crew ready?
We can dip, exchange celly’s
Let’s relocate, discussions in pool telly’s

[Hook: Gueringer]
Why you wanna go and do that love huh?
With a face so cute, and ass so fun
Face so cute, and ass so fun
Face so cute, and ass so fun
Why you wanna go and do that thug cuh?
We can count these ones, and hit these huns
Count these ones, and hit these huns
Count these ones, and hit these huns

[Chorus: Gueringer]
This is it what
Luchini pouring from the sky, let’s get rich what
You got a gun up on your waist, don’t trip bruh

I see some ladies in this place who can get cuffed
You is it girl
This is it what
Luchini pouring from the sky, let’s get rich what
You got a gun up on your waist, don’t trip bruh
I see some ladies in this place who can get cuffed
You is it girl

[Verse 2: Gueringer]
No time to lose
Baby it’s about time you choose
If our crews is about to cruise
Back to the room
Then we consume, that’s if you let me
Laughing, and then we touching
Damn baby I swear you sexy
I got no shame
To tell you that you got it, yeah the whole thang
You perfect, and they nothing
Them girls so plain
And I promise my niggas never saying the same thang
We run no game
You dealing with a player
We can kick it now or see you later
I don’t lose sleep nor prayer
So if you want to leave I don’t care
But miss the lifetime of the year
For me to arch ya back, and pull ya hair
So baby if you ready, I’m ready
I’ll drop this bomb in your belly
Fiji explosions in panties
Now you just resting your head
I tap your ass like I’m Sammie
I cook you breakfast in bed
It taste just like your Grannies
What?!

[Hook: Gueringer]
Why you wanna go and do that love huh?
With a face so cute, and ass so fun
Face so cute, and ass so fun
Face so cute, and ass so fun
Why you wanna go and do that thug cuh?
We can count these ones, and hit these huns
Count these ones, and hit these huns
Count these ones, and hit these huns

[Chorus: Gueringer]
This is it what
Luchini pouring from the sky, let’s get rich what
You got a gun up on your waist, don’t trip bruh
I see some ladies in this place who can get cuffed
You is it girl
This is it what
Luchini pouring from the sky, let’s get rich what
You got a gun up on your waist, don’t trip bruh
I see some ladies in this place who can get cuffed
You is it girl

[Outro: Gueringer]
Wanna love you girl, wanna love you girl
You so Robin Thicke
Wanna love you girl, wanna love you girl

Wrekonize – Unknown Number

[Pre-Hook]
It’s the same story, the same story again (damn)
Last night you want a fall guy, today you want it to end
You said that I should never call you again, or talk to your friends, or even try to knock on your door
And I can understand that, it’s time to step back, but just as I was moving along

[Hook]
You had to text me, who the hell is this?
I took your number out my phone the second that you split
So tell me why is it you text me, who the hell is this?
I took your number out my phone the second that you split
(new message)

[Verse 1]
And I’ve been tryin’ to escape ya since the moment you left
Gathered up your shit and patiently put it to the left
I didn’t think of it but you were mostly part of the stress
The things you put me through, I don’t that my friends would have guessed
Who could’ve known it was a devil in a blue fitted dress
That got me into such a hellish place, a juvenile test
This is the shit my pops would tell me ’bout
I knew what he meant
Whenever he told me the sirens would take you to the depths
I just wish I would ever leave them
Everything you did deceiving
The reason that I be turning off my phone this evening
Is you
And you send me signals and they’re mixed a lot
Baby left and baby got back, like Sir Mix-a-lot
Now have you ever danced with a devil in the pale blue
A picture self, a paradise you know you couldn’t sail to
I tried to climb a tower for Rapunzel to enslave you
I just need an exit, not the crooked road you pave, boo

[Pre-Hook]
It’s the same story, the same story again (damn)
Last night you want a fall guy, today you want it to end
You said that I should never call you again, or talk to your friends, or even try to knock on your door
And I can understand that, it’s time to step back, but just as I was moving along

[Hook]
You had to text me, who the hell is this?
I took your number out my phone the second that you split
So tell me why is it you text me, who the hell is this?
I took your number out my phone the second that you split
(new message)

[Verse 2]
And every time I think I’ve left you, you’re calling again
It’s like as if you know the moment that I’m starting to mend
You come around and bash my brains in, thank you hun’
I don’t know what I’d do without you, you don’t let me run
I kinda find it hard to focus on my job and shit
You sneak your way into my writing like I’m Robin Thicke
But I’m not sorry love, no no, no I’m not sorry love
I keep repeating myself, well shit I’m probably drunk
And the bottle’s my friend
I know you always hated whenever I bottled it in
But know I’m insane, looking at the front door, in range
Why the hell you standing in the way, this ain’t a kid’s game
I need a chance to get the right mind
How’s about a lifetime, yeah that seems quite fine
I just need you to keep from hitting up my line
So we can keep the peace and move beyond the guidelines

[Pre-Hook]
It’s the same story, the same story again (damn)
Last night you want a fall guy, today you want it to end
You said that I should never call you again, or talk to your friends, or even try to knock on your door
And I can understand that, it’s time to step back, but just as I was moving along

[Hook]
You had to text me, who the hell is this?
I took your number out my phone the second that you split
So tell me why is it you text me, who the hell is this?
I took your number out my phone the second that you split
(new message)

[Outro]
Why you textin’ my phone? (don’t hit me)
Why you textin’ my phone? (don’t hit me)
(new message)
Why you textin’ my phone? (don’t hit me)
Why you textin’ my phone? (don’t hit me)
Why you textin’ my phone? (don’t hit me)
Why you textin’ my phone, yeah? (don’t hit me)
(new message)
Why you textin’ my phone? (don’t hit me)
Why you textin’ my phone? (don’t hit me)
(new message)
Why you textin’ my phone? (don’t hit me)
Why you textin’ my phone? (don’t hit me)
Why you textin’ my phone? (don’t hit me)
Why you textin’ my phone? (don’t hit me)
(new message)
Why you textin’ my phone? (don’t hit me)
Why you textin’ my phone? (don’t hit me)
(new message)
Why you textin’ my phone? (don’t hit me)
Why you textin’ my phone?
(new message)

Robin Thicke – One Shot (feat. Juicy J)

[Intro: Robin Thicke]
1, 2, 3, 4

[Chorus: Robin Thicke]
It took five shots, and we were getting it on
And then four shots, we had nothing on
Three shots, we were out of there
Two shots, whispering in your ear
I got one shot, one shot to love you all night long

[Pre-Verse: Juicy J]
Yessir
Juicy J

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Bartender ‘nother round on me
Two or three shots you goin’ down on me
I’m a king, go ahead, put a crown on me
I’m an OG, only pouring Crown in my drink
Apple martini, now she in my Lamborghini
Coming out of her bikini, ’bout to rub me like a genie
Get her all alone, knock her off, then I dip
If she work it good enough, she might leave with a tip

[Pre-Chorus 1: Robin Thicke]
Two tequilas, shoot ’em down
One tequila, third round
Come with me, let me buy you a drink
I’mma tell you how the story goes

[Chorus: Robin Thicke]
It took five shots, and we were getting it on
And then four shots, we had nothing on
Three shots, we were out of there
Two shots, whispering in your ear
I got one shot, one shot to love you all night long

[Pre-Verse: Juicy J]
Yessir
Robin Thicke

[Verse 2: Robin Thicke]
So you sayin’ you ain’t from ’round here
I can tell by your accent dear
You got an "ain’t been hurt yet" smile
And an "I don’t give a fuck what you think" style

[Pre-Chorus 2: Robin Thicke]
Two tequilas, shoot ’em down
One tequila, third round
Now you’re giving me eyes
Like you just had Henny for the first time

[Interlude: Robin Thicke]
Hey there baby
I’d be patient
But you leave town tomorrow
Oh no, let me tell you how the story goes

[Chorus: Robin Thicke]
It took five shots, and we were getting it on
And then four shots, we had nothing on
Three shots, we were out of there
Two shots, whispering in your ear
I got one shot, one shot to love you all night long

[Bridge: Robin Thicke & Juicy J]
Two tequilas, shoot ’em down (hey)
Two tequilas, shoot ’em down (hey)
Two tequilas, shoot ’em down (hey, hey)
Two tequilas, come on
I got one shot, one shot to love you all night long, oh

[Verse 3: Juicy J]
All it took was two shots of tequila
Unless you wanna get it in in a two-seater
She just wanna be single for a night
So I told the bartender, "give her anything she like"
Good girl, work it out
You can touch it from the south
Takin’ shots, no rocks, so you know what she about
Rounds goin’ down, so we order up some more
And the club ’bout to close, so she puttin’ on a show
We’re all stumblin’ out the parking lot
Still goin’ up at the afterspot
It’s your boy, Juicy J
I’m that [?] lover
Got Molly and Becky lickin’ shots off each other

[Pre-Chorus 3: Robin Thicke]
Two tequilas, shoot ’em down
One tequila, third round
But you leave town tomorrow
Oh no, let me tell you how the story goes

[Chorus: Robin Thicke]
It took five shots, and we were getting it on
And then four shots, we had nothing on
Three shots, we were out of there
Two shots, whispering in your ear
I got one shot, one shot to love you all night long

[Outro: Robin Thicke & Juicy J]
Two tequilas, shoot ’em down (hey)
Two tequilas, shoot ’em down (hey)
Two tequilas, shoot ’em down (hey, hey)
Two tequilas, come on
I got one shot, one shot to love you all night long, oh

ROBIN THICKE – One Shot lyrics

1, 2, 3, 4

It took five shots, and we were getting it on
And then four shots, we had nothing on
Three shots, we were out of there
Two shots, whispering in your ear
I got one shot, one shot to love you all night long

Yessir
Juicy J

Bartender ‘nother round on me
Two or three shots you goin’ down on me
I’m a king
Go ahead, put a crown on me
I’m an OG, only pouring Crown in my drink
Apple martini, now she in my Lamborghini
Coming out of her bikini
‘Bout to rub me like a genie
Get her all alone, knock her off, then I dip
If she work it good enough, she might leave with a tip

Two tequilas, shoot ’em down
One tequila, third round
Come with me, let me buy you a drink
I’mma tell you how the story goes

It took five shots, and we were getting it on
And then four shots, we had nothing on
Three shots, we were out of there
Two shots, whispering in your ear
I got one shot, one shot to love you all night long

Yessir
Robin Thicke

So you sayin’ you ain’t from ’round here
I can tell by your accent dear
You got a [?] hurt that smile
And an “I don’t give a fuck what you think” style

Two tequilas, shoot ’em down
One tequila, third round
Now you’re giving me eyes like you just had Henny for the first time

Hey there baby
I’d be patient
But you leave town tomorrow
Oh no, let me tell you how the story goes

It took five shots, and we were getting it on
And then four shots, we had nothing on
Three shots, we were out of there
Two shots, whispering in your ear
I got one shot, one shot to love you all night long

Two tequilas, shoot ’em down (hey)
Two tequilas, shoot ’em down (hey)
Two tequilas, shoot ’em down (hey, hey)
Two tequilas, come on
I got one shot, one shot to love you all night long, oh

All it took was two shots of tequila
Unless you wanna get it in in a two-seater
She just wanna be single for a night
So I told the bartender, “give her anything she like”
Good girl, work it out
You can touch it from the south
Takin’ shots, no rocks, so you know what she about
Rounds goin’ down, so we order up some more
And the club ’bout to close, so she puttin’ on a show
We’re all stumblin’ out the parking lot
Still goin’ up at the afterspot
[?], Juicy J
I’m that [?] lover
Got Molly and Becky lickin’ shots off each other

Two tequilas, shoot ’em down
One tequila, third round
But you leave town tomorrow
Oh no, let me tell you how the story goes

It took five shots, and we were getting it on
And then four shots, we had nothing on
Three shots, we were out of there
Two shots, whispering in your ear
I got one shot, one shot to love you all night long

Two tequilas, shoot ’em down (hey)
Two tequilas, shoot ’em down (hey)
Two tequilas, shoot ’em down (hey, hey)
Two tequilas, come on
I got one shot, one shot to love you all night long, oh

Eminem – Campaign Speech lyrics

Jumped out of the 2nd floor of a record store
With a Treacherous Four cassette and a cassette recorder
In Ecuador with Edward Norton
Witness the metamorphosis
Of a legend growin’ like an expert swordsman
From the Hessian war and
Hence the origin of the Headless Horseman
Born with the endorphins of a pathetic orphan
Endless source and reservoir
Of extension cords in dresser drawers
And deadbolts on the bedroom doors
And sexual torture kits kept in a separate storage bin
Excellent boyfriend

Use intercourse to settle scores
With women who have been vendettas towards men
Dickhead is forced in ’til there’s shredded foreskin
Reddish torn and they’re only bein’ fed a portion
Bed sores and sore shins
Pregnant whores can get abortions
Fetish for stickin’ metal forks in, self-absorption
Skeletor, I went to Hell and fell a floor
A predator, I’m headed for competitors
Better warn ’em, what I lack in tact and a set of morals
I make up for in metaphors like a cosmetic store
Stegosaurus, Chuck Norris with a thesaurus
Yes, of course, a mess of warrants
You want some? Come and get some, boys!
I’m givin’ Daniel Pantaleo a refresher course
On excessive force and pressure points
And dressin’ George Zimmerman in a fluorescent orange
Dress and four inch heels to address the court
With a bullseye on his back, his whole chest and torso
Or left on the doorsteps of Trayvon’s dad as a present for him
In my present form I’m Desert Storm
Appetite for destruction there’s no suppressant for
Aggressive, forceful, and less remorseful in every morsel
Unpleasant, horrible; hello, gorgeous!
The rebel with devil horns just fell off the yellow short bus
Met a contortionist, said, “When you wanna get sexual?”
She said, “However I fit in your schedule. I’m flexible.”
Expired tags on the Saturn, got Catherine Bach
In the back in Daisy Dukes with the hazards on
At a traffic stop gettin’ harassed, sign an autograph
For this asshole cop’s daughter
Laugh ’cause I called her a brat on it
He spat on it and brought it back lookin’ half in shock
Had a heart attack and dropped dead
Started fallin’ back with it
And got slapped with a Colin Kaepernick practice sock

One ball and half a dick, Apple Watch
Crack front axle, walked in a Bass Pro Shop with David Hasselhoff, pulled Tabasco sauce out of my satchel
Knocked over a fisherman’s tackle box and *crash sound*
Asked if they had a laughin’ stock
That was fuckin’ stupid…

You got it twisted, all ’cause I offered this bitch
A doggie biscuit, you call me misogynistic
Bitch, get to massagin’ this dick!
Like spas in this bitch, slob on it with gobs of lipstick
Got a shoppin’ list for you to run some odds and ends with
It’s not a bitch on this earth I can be monogamous with
She’s non-existent
Robin Thicke with a throbbin’ dick on some suave and slick shit
But I shout derogatives at bitches like fuckin’ missile launches
Misfit, blond and nitwit
Like I’ve gone ballistic, with a frostin’ tip kit
Screamed, “I hate blondes,” and became one, I’m optimistic
Love to start shit
Shovin’ Clark Kent’s undergarments in the glove compartment
Of the bucket, bumpin’ Bubba Sparxxx
I’m double parkin’ up at Targets, trouble ’causer, a double crosser
Shadiest mothafucka you’ll ever come across
Olympic gymnast, been known for some assaults
A couple lawsuits, enough to cause a stomach ulcer
Same damn brain scan results as Rainman’s is
Something’s off, but when Dustin Hoffman’s
Dressin’ up in your mummy costume
On stage dancin’ to “Brain Damage,” what’s the problem?
Nothing’s wrong, the name brand is back to reclaim status
Run the faucet, I’ma dunk
A bunch of Trump supporters underwater
Snuck up on ’em in Ray Bans in a gray van with a spray tan
It’s a wrap, like an Ace bandage
Don’t-give-a-fuck persona, to my last DNA strand
E&J in the waistband, at the VMAs with the stagehand
She wants kielbasa, pre-arrange an escape plan
Three-inch blade on point, like a See-and-Say
Consider me a dangerous man
But you should be afraid of this dang candidate
You say Trump don’t kiss ass like a puppet
‘Cause he runs his campaign with his own cash for the fundin’
And that’s what you wanted
A fuckin’ loose cannon who’s blunt with his hand on the button
Who doesn’t have to answer to no one—great idea!

If I was president
Gettin’ off is the first order of business
Once I get in office
Second thing that’ll make me happy’s walkin’ up to Uncle Sam
Naked, laughin’, dick cupped in hand
Screamin’, “Fuck safe sex!”
Throw a latex and an AIDS test at him
Tell Congress I run this land
And I want the rubber banned, and make it snappy
Addiction to friction and static
Addict who can’t escape the habit
Continue to chase the dragon
But as fate would have it, I walked up in major Magics
Dressed as the maintenance man
In a laser tag vest and a racin’ jacket
With a gauge to blast it
And sped away in the station wagon
Stacey Dash’s and Casey Anthony’s
Crazy asses in the backseat
Throwin’ Stayfree pads at me
Dead passenger in the passenger seat
Unfasten the safety latches
And slam on the brakes in traffic so hard
I snapped the relocation brackets for the monster tires
‘Finna get a murder case and catch it
Like you threw it at me encased in plastic

And send Dylan Roof through the windshield of the Benz
Until he spins like a pinwheel and begins feelin’…
Like a windmiller with a thin build while his skin’s peelin’
And skids ’til he hits a cement pillar
Swing for the fence like Prince Fielder
Knock it into the upper peninsula
You wanna go against ‘zilla? The Rap God
When will I quit? Never been realer
The in-stiller of fear, not even a scintilla of doubt
Whose pens iller than Prince in a chinchilla
Or Ben Stiller in a suspense thriller
Revenge killer, avenge syllable binge
Fill a syringe, ’til I
Draw first blood
Even pop shit on my pop shit, and it’s popular
Couldn’t be more awkwarder
Cause you’re innocence I robbed you of
It’s my fingers that got stuck up
Taught ya ta, not give a
Slapstick, hockey puck
The broad hunter with the sawed off
Like an arm when it’s lopped off of ya
But I’m not gonna, get the shotgun
Or the Glock, I’m gonna opt for the ox
Cause I’m into objects that are sharp when I shop
And it’s not a shock, I’m such an obnoxious fucker
The Rock Hudson of rock ’cause who would have thought
This much of a cocksucker to go across the buttocks of Vivica Fox with a box cutter
That was for 50, little slap on the wrist be warned
I’m unrevealin’ quickly
My squabbles, I’m grappling with your time traveling with me
Try and follow, as I wobble, relapse into history, with a flask of the whiskey
Tip it back then I’m twisting wine bottles
Like what happened to Chris Reeves’ spine column
That’s the plan of attack when I’m fixing my problems
Wish my chest wasn’t having to get these rhymes off ’em
But the fact that I have so many rappers against me mind boggles
And why I haven’t come back on these faggots who diss me is
More of a spectacular mystery than a fucking Agatha Christie crime novel

But my patience is wearing thin
Swear I been contemplatin’ rubbing shit in your face ’til I smear it in
Diss you in every lyric until you fear the pen
And never appear again
If you actually had fuckin’ careers to end
But then I think of Molly Qerim and I steer ’em in that direction and forget my ideas for them
Molly, I’m gone off you
Man, light some kush
You’re my first take, I’ll nail you
Can’t lie, I gush
If I won you over, you would be the grand prize
I’m entranced by your looks, come and give the Shady franchise a push
You can get it in the can like some Anheuser Busch
Jeans too small, least three pant sizes tush
Mushed against your damn side, your puss
And thighs are squished
What kind of attires that?
I’m ready to be rode
Psychopath, bet you we’ll get it poppin’ like a flat
Light the match to ignite the wrath
Got knives to slash and slice hermaphrodites in half
Piper Chapmans might just have to picket me
Like a scab
Hard to describe in fact
Startling violent perhaps
Are things that come to mind as soon as I start spitting rhymes like that
And you aren’t really surprised at that
But as far as these lines I rap
And these bars, wouldn’t dial it back if I star 69ed the track

Why am I such a dick?