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Freestyle #2 - Live From Tramps, New York / 1999 by Eminem
Lyrics & Translation
English
Hand me an eighth, beam me up and land me in space
I'mma' sit on top of the world and spit on Brandy and Ma$e
I'm more than ill
Scarier than a white person trapped in a room with Lauryn Hill
Human horror film
But with a lot funnier plot, and people that feel me
Cause I'mma' still be the Madd Rapper
Whether I got money or not
As long as I'm on pills, and I got plenty of pot
I'll be in a canoe paddlin', makin' fun of your yacht
But I would like an award
For the best rapper to get one mic in The Source
And a wardrobe I can afford
Otherwise I might just end up back striking at Ford
And you wonder what the hell I need more Vicodin for?
Everybody's pissin' me off; even the No Limit Tank
Looks like a middle finger sideways flippin' me off
No wonder I'm a great danger to my health
Why else would I kill you then jump in a grave and bury myself?
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Freestyle #2 - Live From Tramps, New York / 1999 by Eminem
Freestyle #2 - Live From Tramps, New York / 1999* (original Eminem)
Hand me an eighth, beam me up and land me in space
I'mma' sit on top of the world and spit on Brandy and Ma$e
I'm more than ill
Scarier than a white person trapped in a room with Lauryn Hill
Human horror film
But with a lot funnier plot, and people that feel me
Cause I'mma' still be the Madd Rapper
Whether I got money or not
As long as I'm on pills, and I got plenty of pot
I'll be in a canoe paddlin', makin' fun of your yacht
But I would like an award
For the best rapper to get one mic in The Source
And a wardrobe I can afford
Otherwise I might just end up back striking at Ford
And you wonder what the hell I need more Vicodin for?
Everybody's pissin' me off; even the No Limit Tank
Looks like a middle finger sideways flippin' me off
No wonder I'm a great danger to my health
Why else would I kill you then jump in a grave and bury myself?
Freestyle #2 - Live From Tramps, New York / 1999 (traducción LyricVerse Team)
Dame un octavo, teletranspórtame y aterriza en el espacio
Voy a sentarme en la cima del mundo y escupirle a Brandy y Ma$e
Estoy más que enfermo
Más aterrador que una persona blanca atrapada en una habitación con Lauryn Hill
Película de terror humana
Pero con una trama mucho más divertida, y gente que me entiende
Porque seguiré siendo el Madd Rapper
Tenga dinero o no
Mientras esté con pastillas, y tenga mucha hierba
Estaré en una canoa remando, burlándome de tu yate
Pero me gustaría un premio
Para el mejor rapero en conseguir un micrófono en The Source
Y un guardarropa que pueda permitirme
De lo contrario, podría terminar de nuevo en huelga en Ford
¿Y te preguntas para qué diablos necesito más Vicodin?
Todos me están cabreando; incluso el No Limit Tank
Parece un dedo medio de lado haciéndome un corte de manga
No me extraña que sea un gran peligro para mi salud
¿Por qué más te mataría y luego saltaría a una tumba y me enterraría?
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