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Eminem ft. Young M.A. – Unaccommodating Lyrics





Oh, this what we doin’? Alright

I like a bitch that like to wobble, wobble
Shake it, shake it, break it, break it
Nigga, we made it, made it, they hate it, hate it
Pro professional, pure persistent, I’m paper chasing
I hate complaining, I hated waiting, I’ll pay for patience
But I hate to pay a bill (Hate that)
And I made a mil’ without a major deal (I made that)
Yeah, her ass fake, but she came for real (She came, uh)
Money ain’t a thing, that ain’t a thing for real
It’s the broke lingo (Huh)
And no, ain’t nothing Saweetie, this is no Quavo (Migo)
Man, I just get high, let my hoes lay low (Ooh)
I just want some face but this is no facial (Ooh)
Do right and kill er’body, Drake mode (Hello)
Bitch, I’m tryna eat out, take your plate mode (Hello)
Disrespect your life and I’m in gang mode (Grrr)
You can leave this earth, bitch, I’m in rake mode (Huh)
I’m in cake mode (Huh), I’m in brave mode, uh
What up Marshall? I’m a martian, I’m in Wayne mode (Facts)
Neck wet, big drip, I’m in rain mode (Drip, drip, drip)
Eight niggas, eight hittas, take eight souls (Brrr)
Collect pesos (Huh), and I’m paid, so? (Paid)
Self-made goals (Hey)
When the pain leaves (Huh)
Where does the pain go? (Where?)
Tip of the backwood is where the flame goes (There)
To the sky is where my brain goes (Wow)
Same pack, same fiend, sellin’ the same clothes (Wow)
Pinocchio and my pistol, they got the same nose
Me and my niggas gotta eat, we share the same stove (What?)
Case closed, bodies in my lane, bitch, lane closed

Game over, Thanos on you H-O’sOn my petty shit but I don’t paint toes (Yeah)Get the plunger (Plunger) ’cause Marshall and M.A go plum crazyCall us liquid plumber, ’cause even Dre know (Dre know)Beat knocks like a beefed up DetoxYou’re gonna need three SWATs or police officers at least to come pull me off of it and I don’t stopPlease dawg, I need y’all to keep talking shit ’cause I feed off of itI am the complete opposite of these retards who spit these weak bars, I’ma leave carnageEach thought’ll be so toxic, it’ll block the wind through your esophagusStop it, cutting off your oxygenAnd I hit them pads like a boxing gymBetter watch for Slim, better get to popping when I’m at the top againI won’t topple, I’m giving it to anyone who wanna come and get it and I’m not gonna stopBut when they ask me is the war finished with MGK? Of course it isI cleansed him of his mortal sins, I’m God and the Lord forgives even the devil worshippersI’m moving on but you know your scruples are gone when you’re born with Lucifer’s hornsAnd you’re from the school of Notorious, Puba, Cube and The Poor Righteous Teachers tutored my studentsShowed them all the blueprint and formulaBut it seems like the more they studied my music, the more they remind me of eyeballsI’m watching my pupils get cornier (Uh)But I’m contemplating yelling “Bombs away” on the gameLike I’m outside of an Ariana Grande concert waitingHere comes Saddam Hussein, Ayatollah KhomeiniWhere’s Osama been? I been laden latelyLook at how I’m behaving, they want me gone awayThey wanna JonBenet me (Fuck you), I’m unaccommodatingMan, I don’t see why they hate meI’m a clown like John Wayne GacyThey call me Kanye crazyAPESHIT, Beyonce, Jay-ZAnd I’m back with Andre, babyAnd the doctor’s operatingBut he never put no scrubs on from Snoop kid out to Shady

Shady like a shadow or your silhouette, intellect, I better check to see why you feel upset‘Cause I met your bitch on the internet now I’m getting head like a Pillow PetThat bimbo Kim put her lips all the way around this bone and then blowLike a dusty cartridge from an old NintendoThose were the days but I bet you, I’m never gonna be broke again, noI don’t smoke but I got paper, to be blunt, I’m rolling IndoAnd I keep it one comma, zero, zero, zero, zeroReal, real, real, murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, killNickle-plated, twenty two, two, twoBitch, shut the fuck up ‘fore I shoot you tooAin’t shit I won’t do just to get a few YouTube viewsRun up in a church like pew, pew, pew‘Cause that’s what I do, do, doBut, even to the untrained human eyeWe ain’t the same, you and ISomebody should have explained to you whyFor you to go against me, it’s simply insane, you will die (Yeah)That’s why they call me Kamikaze, it’s plain suicide, yeahBut I know magic and here go my last trickI’m ’bout to say “Abracadabra” and pull a B Rabbit up out of my hatI’m about to relapse and I betcha that you won’t know how to reactBut a look of disgust, I don’t doubt it’d be thatAs I begin to fuckin’ devour the trackAnd you backpedal that is a cowardly actLike a Saudi attack when the towers collapsed

Where’s Osama been? I been laden latelyLook at how I’m behaving, they want me gone awayThey wanna JonBenet me (Fuck you), I’m unaccommodating


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