CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Not Afraid but Eminem’s afraid
Yeah
Rawr (Shoes)
I guess I had to go to that place
To get to that place
We'll walk this road together, through the storm
Now some of you, go to that place anyways
You tryna go to that place?
Just follow me
I'll get to that place
You can try and wipe my a** clean with this paper before I sh*t
But I'm too busy gazing these words on my t**s
'Cause ain't no way I'ma let you stop me from having sex with a man
I'ma do something, my dude, I don't give a- AAHH what you say
I'm doing this for memes
So, f**k you, I'ma eat mom's spaghetti, yup
I'm getting up and ready
I'ma eat what I set out to eat
With beans, beef, corn please
And all those who look down on me, I'm sh*tting down your balcony
No if, ands or b***s, I'm trying to sh*t down your balcony
From Infinite down to the Mom's Spaghetti album, he's still sweaty
Whether he's paid salary, paid handsomely, until he pays salary, should just pay salad
And whichever comes first, I promise I'm worse
He's married to your mum
Like a Merry Christmas, his d**k is a-
Get the d**k, get the d**k
He's got the urge to lick a d**k, f**k a d**k
He's got the f**king d**k cheese
I'm afraid. I'm afraid (Afraid)
To take a sh*t, take a sh*t
Everybody, everybody
C*m, c*m, c*m, c*m
Spaghetti forever, cold or warm? Whatever
Doesn't matter, just letting you know that I'm not an a**
I love you
Quit playing with the scissors and sh*t, and cut the beef
I should't have to take a crap for you to know it's crap
You said you was gay; you lied through your d**k
For that, f**k you- (Ugh)
To the fans, I let you down again, I promise
I promise to go back on that promise
In fact, let's be honest- F**k you
Wait, what the f**k?
Relax- relax
Just f**kin' shoot me, please
No cap?
Relax, I'm probably gonna jump down ya balcony
All I'm trying to say is no cap- F**k you
But I guess I didn't and I don't know how to draw circles
I'm way too rough to draw circles
But I think I'm still trying to figure this crap out
Thought I had it mapped out, but I guess I didn't-
These motherf**king circles
F**k this, time to exercise
These motherf**king jumping jacks, Prozacs
(Not afraid, not afraid)
C*m c*m c*m c*m c*m c*m c*m c*m c*m c*m c*m
And I just came
I'm standing up
I've had enough, I'ma sit back down
And now that I'm gay
Yup, I'm Breaking Bad
I'm so fed up, I am a nun (Sus)
It was my decision to get knees, I did it for memes
Admittedly, I probably did it subliminally
Subliminal cheese
I've been criminal
I've been holding my knees through
So I could commit crimes, I think I got little fingers
Feel like The Finger
Haters can raise corn, with no sneeze and drop dead
I think I'm racist?
No more drama from now on, I promise
To go back on that promise, to focus on that promise, to *gibberish* and go back on that promise
Always treat this promise like I promised some raisins
I'm old enough to go back on that- Huh?
To go to the club and lick the whole b***crack
Racist moon, I shoot for the corner, but it's probably racist?
I shouldn't have to rhyme these words
C*m c*m c*m c*m
C*m c*m c*m c*m
C*m c*m c*m c*m
C*m c*m c*m c*m
C*m c*m c*m c*m
C*m c*m c*m c*m
C*m c*m c*m c*m
C*m c*m c*m c*m
C*m c*m c*m c*m
C*m c*m c*m c*m
F**k this pu**y together, through this weather
Through the sweater, spaghetti forever
Through the storm, what's going on?
(Your balls are showing)
Merry Christmas
Rawr (Shoes)
I guess I had to go to that place
To get to that place
We'll walk this road together, through the storm
Now some of you, go to that place anyways
You tryna go to that place?
Just follow me
I'll get to that place
You can try and wipe my a** clean with this paper before I sh*t
But I'm too busy gazing these words on my t**s
'Cause ain't no way I'ma let you stop me from having sex with a man
I'ma do something, my dude, I don't give a- AAHH what you say
I'm doing this for memes
So, f**k you, I'ma eat mom's spaghetti, yup
I'm getting up and ready
I'ma eat what I set out to eat
With beans, beef, corn please
And all those who look down on me, I'm sh*tting down your balcony
No if, ands or b***s, I'm trying to sh*t down your balcony
From Infinite down to the Mom's Spaghetti album, he's still sweaty
Whether he's paid salary, paid handsomely, until he pays salary, should just pay salad
And whichever comes first, I promise I'm worse
He's married to your mum
Like a Merry Christmas, his d**k is a-
Get the d**k, get the d**k
He's got the urge to lick a d**k, f**k a d**k
He's got the f**king d**k cheese
I'm afraid. I'm afraid (Afraid)
To take a sh*t, take a sh*t
Everybody, everybody
C*m, c*m, c*m, c*m
Spaghetti forever, cold or warm? Whatever
Doesn't matter, just letting you know that I'm not an a**
I love you
Quit playing with the scissors and sh*t, and cut the beef
I should't have to take a crap for you to know it's crap
You said you was gay; you lied through your d**k
For that, f**k you- (Ugh)
To the fans, I let you down again, I promise
I promise to go back on that promise
In fact, let's be honest- F**k you
Wait, what the f**k?
Relax- relax
Just f**kin' shoot me, please
No cap?
Relax, I'm probably gonna jump down ya balcony
All I'm trying to say is no cap- F**k you
But I guess I didn't and I don't know how to draw circles
I'm way too rough to draw circles
But I think I'm still trying to figure this crap out
Thought I had it mapped out, but I guess I didn't-
These motherf**king circles
F**k this, time to exercise
These motherf**king jumping jacks, Prozacs
(Not afraid, not afraid)
C*m c*m c*m c*m c*m c*m c*m c*m c*m c*m c*m
And I just came
I'm standing up
I've had enough, I'ma sit back down
And now that I'm gay
Yup, I'm Breaking Bad
I'm so fed up, I am a nun (Sus)
It was my decision to get knees, I did it for memes
Admittedly, I probably did it subliminally
Subliminal cheese
I've been criminal
I've been holding my knees through
So I could commit crimes, I think I got little fingers
Feel like The Finger
Haters can raise corn, with no sneeze and drop dead
I think I'm racist?
No more drama from now on, I promise
To go back on that promise, to focus on that promise, to *gibberish* and go back on that promise
Always treat this promise like I promised some raisins
I'm old enough to go back on that- Huh?
To go to the club and lick the whole b***crack
Racist moon, I shoot for the corner, but it's probably racist?
I shouldn't have to rhyme these words
C*m c*m c*m c*m
C*m c*m c*m c*m
C*m c*m c*m c*m
C*m c*m c*m c*m
C*m c*m c*m c*m
C*m c*m c*m c*m
C*m c*m c*m c*m
C*m c*m c*m c*m
C*m c*m c*m c*m
C*m c*m c*m c*m
F**k this pu**y together, through this weather
Through the sweater, spaghetti forever
Through the storm, what's going on?
(Your balls are showing)
Merry Christmas
