L.M.B.W. Interlude Lyrics

Prepare to literally have your fucking mind blown

Oh damn, putting back together all the pieces of the puzzle

Mr. Russell bout to hustle right after just looking at you, muzzle

Quit the fuss, you fuck shit's on me okay I know you're mad that my game's in lock

Girl

Fuck that you're acting like a turn-off, I'm a jerk-off, watching you take your fucking

top off

Peeping through the damn box, acting like you run up every block, fuck a cop mob

Let's start a riot knowing that this shit is non-stop, head-bop, ask what took you so

long, wait until the song drops

See I told you it was worth the wait about to hit you with the rub-a-dub-a-dub-a-doo

Oh, ain't no scooby-dooby-doo, where are you

All of my exes live in Texas, sipping on that liquor, harder and harder, bitter more

bitter

By the second, bio-weapons and the voices inside of my head, oh

Just a little too much serotonin, chemical reaction, getting into action

Rid of these actors, rid of these fractures, rid of these phonies, rid of these reasons, rid of these

Motherfuckers with the name of Jackson

Wearing the Pacson, posing up caption, achieve your dreams and when you reach them celebrate

em

RC's algorithm's to the music, got you going, going

Oooooooooooh, shit man, this shit is really, really, really, really sick

Kinda lit, pretty quick, I'm a nitwit, little bit

Can I hit your nic, little prick, pretty bad for a chick

Hit a lick, tough shit, ain't slick, you ain't never seen me coming bout to hit you with

A little motherfuckin' summer loving shit, my gutter running, looking like I'm out of luck

Cluck fifty, no buck, no bout

To hit you with a motherfuckin' autumn, I just snuck in the wrong place at the wrong

Time, you a fuck, go suck a dick, little bitch, you think you a nemesis, little kid, L-M-A-O-I-L-E-G-I-T

Do not give a shit, cause I'm on that Mr. Eminem-inem shit, shit, no counterfeit

Bare dome, miss fit, kinda lit, committed, little superstitious, back to bad, that's it