Eminem - Dumpin' Song lyrics

Dumpin' lyrics song by Eminem

Artist :Eminem  Lyrics : Dumpin'

Here is the song lyric of Eminem :

Intro (Eminem):
Ayo, yo, this motherfucken Eminem, Dirty Dozen,
Bout to show you how we set it when we come through,
Know what Im sayin, word up, bitch motherfuckers better raise up,
yall motherfuckers better raise up, ayo buss it

Verse 1 (Eminem):
Ayo
I'ma pit-bull terrier, triple darin' ya, scarin' ya with a derringer,
ready to make you wet like a Submariner, tearin ya frame out with
homicidal lines
Bringin the drama an the trauma to ya mamas vital signs (Blaw!)
A verbal shot fired, this mics been hot wired, uppercuts to your chin
knockin your snot skyward
Rappers wanna be screenplay actors, so Im givin them spine fractures,
like linebackers on the Green Bay Packers, an roll over em backwards
Dirty Dozen, Im someone you just dont wanna see like a nerdy cousin
So keep your distance when I get this tense, you see my fist clench
Its gonna be some bullets dispensed, you besta keep yo premescence fixed
Your mistense, any resistance, get you voided like mis-prints
Youll end up with no teeth left makin a beef threat
When I look up on your set, don't get it twisted like Keith Sweat

Chorus (Eminem):
When I get the bussin, you best be get to jumpin
Im touchin somethin, fool Im comin through dumpin
My beats bumpin, you hear it thumpin, that oughta tell you somethin
Bitch Im comin through dumpin
Bullets hit you, your heart stops pumpin, you blood starts clumpin
Im comin through dumpin
If you dont know you best make an assumption, I got you slumpin
Fool Im comin through dumpin

Verse 2 (Proof):
A proven fact my pact got your whole team movin back
We never losin slack, I paid dues in rap
Im runnin crews my shoes are tapped
My right is choosin' gats, my thugs ?-use ?-acks
Relax an catch a contact, to an amusin' track, slugs dispatched
On any street risen? mismatched
My teamll get busy like rednecks on some 6 packs
My fist crack the featherweight, my wordsll never break
A clever snakell be forever fake, let me get this cheddar straight
Makin dough is a part, so is the heart, my flow is the art
Me an the mic Gomez like Lois & Clark
Weapons concealed until death, now see em, my chrome shatter bones that
lack calcium,
Knockin domes out the ballpark, your dawgs is all bark, plus you got a
small heart
Now save them corny lines for Hallmark
I wanna the sunny days & money paid in they figures
A microphone fiend an on my own team theres fake nigga's
Mums they rocked the cradle, I spot the fable
They made the shop an stable, with grass top the table
The glock enable when I pop the fatal, phonies that I plot pre-natal wax
The player haters never make it back
Im dumpin

Chorus (Eminem):
When I get the bussin, you best be get the jumpin
Im touchin somethin, fool Im comin through dumpin
My beats bumpin, you hear it thumpin, that oughta tell you somethin
Bitch Im comin through dumpin
Bullets hit you, your heart stops pumpin, you blood starts clumpin'
Im comin through dumpin
If you dont know you best make an assumption, I got you slumpin
Im comin through straight dumpin

Verse 3 (B-Flat):
Ayo
We dont say fat, we stay scroll? bizness
The 3rd nigger on the mic, representin Rough Anopolies?
Aint shit stoppin us, old school like Cold Crush
Spice & dice MCs on the mic like cold cuts
Live N direct, comin straight from the debt? where nigga's
keep it real an make these girls panties wet
I cant forget the D.J., he play, we say funky type of
shit that make the crowd wanna flip
We dont bust clips, guns is not in us, but when shit gets deep its a must
that we bust
Ima lay lead on the head, for afros and fazaball heads all the way down
to the dreads
40s we drink, endos we smoke, and the rims that we ride on, is true these
are spokes, tryes
No ally the Micheals? but they don't live on ?Myers?
Bitches pussy tight, here comes the dick pliers
Whats my name, call me siah, rewind on the mic like titty dancers on a
fire
When you hear my beats, kickin live crowds jumpin, Im comin through
dumpin

Chorus (B-Flat):
Other MCs like Doug-E-Fresh aint sayin nuttin
Bitch nigga Im comin through dumpin
Go to the church, ill have the dick an cold humpin
Cause my shit be comin through dumpin

Verse 4 (Eye Kyu):
When Im lifted, dont quiz this it aint worth it to risk it
Im quick with the gift & twice as swift with a biscuit
Headed back to fresh off a nigga's ass around Christmas
They know it's what time of year, they be expectin' my visits
Doin' Ninety on the encil, rushin' to get there to twist you nigga's like a
pretzel
Blows come in three's like Godfather Trilogy
I'm Michael Corleone with this mic, bitch y'all aint killin me
Let me see some heads and make sure y'all feelin' me
I'm stickin' you up for all props and y'all gone give 'em up willingly
Rap is my life and that's why everyday i live it
Punchin' holes in the flow of wack rappers like a rivet
mad nigga's in here is bringin' drama this thick
When they try to come up shorter than floods on a mdget
Shiit, can ya dig it?

Chorus (Eye Kyu):
Crew comin through with somethin
Guaranteed to have your whole fucken block jumpin, we comin through
dumpin
When we come, we got your knees crumblin, yall nigga's aint sayin
nuttin
Cause we comin dumpin
What you talkin, nigga get to walkin', see ya bitch ass crew halkin'
But we goin get to dumpin'
You dont want it, go ahead an back up of it, Ima let you know how it is
niggas just be dumpin

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