Eminem – Vegas – Lyrics

Vegas by Eminem

[Verse 1: Eminem]

Got a shady grin, bitch show me those itty-bitty titties again

We're in sin-city, since when did we begin

Bitch you need to go run and go get your friggidy-friends

I'm looking at your bum-stickdy-bum hun, the migidy max, bigidy back

Don't act wigidy-wack, you can get the fididy-finger, the middle

You little busy bitch [?]

6 o' clock cravings, stop get your rocks, it's about to be an unbelievable night

I call it surreal, so mix a lot tape in, hit the next spot to spot my next victim

I'm picky like I missed a spot shaving

Came to sip Vodaka, shit yeah, that little chick is hot but if she got rabies

I wouldn't give the bitch a shot, I poke her in the rear

But I bet if I lick her, she'd chase me (Haha)

What are you pit, rot, mixed or do you got [?]

Piss off you little snobby little pig snot nose

You think you're hot? Shit cause you're in heat, [?]

Then I'm your polar oppisite dog cause I'm colder than popsickle sticks, poppin' shit

Talkin' it, walkin' it, spit rocks then my sick thoughts are about to lick shots

Like this shits hopping, and did-dropping in chocolate-y whip-topping

So whether you're Hip Hop, Slipnot, Big Pac, Kid Rock, Kris Cross, Rick Ross [?] and flip flops

And I produced the track, so you don't have to ask when this shit knocks (TURN UP!)

So [?] and I'mma keep on saying all the shit I should be hung for, probably killed for saying

And I probably will, but not until the day I pop a pill again and drop a [?]

And Shady in a coma [?], Mohammad [?]

My brain made me Robin Williams crazy, boy end up with dimensia, rocking with a sadest

But ain't a sadest, but if the thought is entertaining, I ain't stopping till be sprayed it

Oh my god, for real man, not again I'm shaking, but before I tie a rope around this nob

If they don't like it, got a knob they can slob on until - wait I just forgot what I was thinking...

What's it called again? I'm blanking

Some thing about the balls between my legs and I think I can feel it danglling, it's throbbing and it's veining

Wait I think I got it, okay bitch I got you, Robin Williams [?]

Bitch go hang in the lobby unless you came to slob me, come on kemosabi

It's past time, like your favorite hobby

Cause if the way that I spit shit remains on my dick then she grab me by the nuts and tried to take my sausage as a hostage

Ain't it obvious? Pretty much a no brainer, or should I say Cobein-er? That shes plain addicted to my dick like Lorena Bobbet

Got a [?] off it, [?] of it, like she took my fucking peins, chopped it, and stuck it up between her armpits

And she begun to swing a [?] knife and paint the carpet, at least that's what her traier thought is

Cause I made came, saw, conqured, hit it, quit it, and made a [?]

And I always end up giving these bitches some complex

And I don't mean apartment

So spread your feet apart

And let me see you do some yoga stretches, splits

Now grab this squeezing art

And make me breakfast, bitch, thats a prerequisite

And that's just to get in this bedroom, bitch

Walked up to that Ke$ha chick (what up?)

Said my name is Booger, wanna catch a flick?

I'll even let you pick, make her fetch a stick

Bet you if you get this old dog these new tricks

To get familiar with I'll learn extra quick

Kick a pregnant bitch, oops, I guess the shit

Took an unexpected twist like the neck of the freaking exorcist

Bitch, I said that this mask ain't for hockey

Hate Versace, Versace, I got Munchausen by proxy

I'm making you sick, don't pretend you can't hear me

You deaf, girl, I said you was foxy

I'll tell a bitch like Bizarre

Bitch, shut the fuck up and get in my car

And suck my fucking dick while I take a shit

And I think with my dick so come blow my mind

And it tastes like humble pie

So swallow my pride, your lucky just to follow my ride

If I let you run alongside the Humvee

Unless you're Nicki, grab you by the wrist, let's ski

So what's it gon' be? Put that shit away Iggy

You don't wanna blow that rape whistle on me

(Scream!) I love it

'Fore I get lost with the gettin' off

[Bridge: Eminem]

(Party, party, party)

Vegas

Til we get to Las Vegas

(Party, party, party)

Vegas

Til we get to Las Vegas

(Party, party, party)

Vegas

Til we get to Las Vegas

[Chorus: Eminem]

Whatever happens here, stays here

So let's go off the rails here

Til we get to Las Vegas

[Verse 2: Royce da 5'9]

Whatever happens in my room, it stays in my room like movie night like cable

Treat every women in my stable like flavors

Looking like she kryptonite and I get weak after like 7 days

In 7 nights in the days and it's our Vegas

We rolling circles and packs, we the lifesavers

She got a boyfriend, I got a toy then

I'll bring her with me when I show up to her crib waving

And I ain't tryna be the nice neighbor

I'm so Jay Electronic I'm cut like I'm all out of razors

And all I got is a gun left with a bayonet on it

Next ho froze and it look like I walked in to a jewelry store

With a about a million dollars with your mama

And sat down did an ALS challenge, haaaan

I stole that adlib from French, Bad & Evil back at it again

About to get my back tatted again

About to get a pic of a backstabber with an axe in his hand

Sitting on a bike in the sand

If you ain't been through nothing

Then that shouldn't mean nothing to you like legs on a crab

If she [?] I keep her pussy purring like the lights on a lamp

We got her so chinky eyed

Look like she been getting high on a flight to Japan

I keep my jewelry on while I'm fucking

Sound like Im shaking up dice in a can

Listen, though this ain't Christmas I make you my ex miss

If this is my passion

I learn to give those who don't appreciate my presence

The gift of my absence

I don't know who you been listening to

Got me fucked up like pookie in the chicken coupe

Bitch, I don't give a two shits

Bitch, get the fuck out of my face

To make a long story short, I don't really gotta stand there

And listen to you while you throw a silly tantrum

Even though I have an affinity for witty banter

Starting to feel like foulplay like Billy [?]

Hold up, she misunderstood me

[?]

I knock a nigga face off

Give him the bottom of the nine a baseball (whatever..)

I leave the club with my tab still open

Won't even get a cab for you and your friend

The only fear I have is of loathing

And I won't even kick in til we get to Las Vegas

[Bridge: Eminem]

[Chorus: Eminem]