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Curtains Up (Skit)

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White America

Intro America hahaha We love you

How many people are proud to be citizens of this beautiful country of ours? The stripes and the stars for the rights of men who have died for the protect? The women and men who have broke their necks for the freedem of speech the United States Government has sworn to uphold

Yo, I want everyone to listen to the words of this song

Or so we're told...

Verse #1 I never woulda dreamed in a million years id see so many mutha fuckin people who feel like me Who share the same views And the same exact beliefs Its like a fuckin army marchin in back of me So many lives i touched So much anger aimed at no perticular direction Just sprays and sprays Straight through your radio wavs It plays and plays Till it stays stuck in your head For days and days who woulda thought standin in this mirror Bleachin my hair wit some Peroxide Reachin for a T shirt to wear That i would catipult to the fore-front of rap like this How can i predict my words And have an impact like this I musta struck a chord wit somebody up in the office Cuz congress keeps tellin me I aint causin nuttin but problems And now they sayin im in trouble wit the government Im lovin it I shovelled shit all my life And now im dumpin it on

Chorus WHITE AMERICA I could be one of ur kids WHITE AMERICA Little erik looks just like this WHITE AMERICA Erica loves my shit I got to TRL Look how many hugs i get

Verse #2 Look at these eyes baby blue baby just like urself If they were brown Shady knew shady sits on the shelf But Shadys cute Shady knew Shady's dimples would help Make ladies swoon baby (ooo baby) Look at myself! Lets do the math If i was black i woulda sold half I aint have to graduate From Lincoln High School to know that But i can rap so fuck school Im too cool to go back Gimme the mic Show me where the fuckin studio's at When i was underground No one gave a fuck i was white No lables wanted to sign me Almost gave up, i was like "Fuck it" Until i met Dre The only one who looked past Gave me a chance And i lit a fire up under his ass Helped him get back to the top Every black that i got Was probly his In exchange for every white fan that he's got Like damn we just swapped Sittin back look at this shit wow Im like "Does this skin work for my benifit now?"

Chorus

Verse #3 See the is i speak to suberban kids Who otherwise Woulda never knew these words exist These moms probly woulda never gave 2 squirts of piss Till i created so much mutha fuckin turbulence Straight out the tube right into ya livin rooms i came And kids Flipped When they found out i was produced by Dre Thats all it took And they were instantly hooked right in And they connected wit me too cuz i looked like them Thats why they put my lyrics up under this microscope Searchin wit a fine toothed comb Its like this rope waitin to choke Tightenin around my throat Watchin me while i write this like "I dont like this, NO!" All i hear is Lyrics lyrics constant controversy Sponsors workin round the clock To try to stop my concerts early Surely is never a problem In Harlem only In Boston After it bothered ya fathers of daughters startin to blossom Now im catchin the flack from these activists When they raggin Actin like im the 1st rapper to smack a bitch and say Shit Just look at me like im ya closest pal A poster child the mutha fuckin spokesman now! Chorus

Outro So to the parents of America I am the damager aimed at little Erica To attack her character The ring leader of the circus of worthless pawns Sent to lead the march right up to the steps of Congress And piss on the lawns of the whitehouse To burn the casket and replace it with a sticker To spit liquor in the faces of this democracy of hipocracy Fuck you Ms Cheeney Fuck you Tipper Gore Fuck you with the free-este of space this divided state of embarrasment will allow me to have Fuck You hahaha! im just playin america, you know i love you

Business

Intro: Dr Dre: Marshall, sounds like an S.O.S.

Eminem: Holy wack auto lyrical lyrics Andre, you're fucking right!

Dr Dre: To the rap mobile, let's go!

Lady: Marshall! Marshall!

Eminem: Bitches and Gentleman! It's showtime! Hurry, hurry step right up! Introducing the star of our show, his name is...

Lady: Marshall!

Eminem: You wouldn't wanna be anywhere else in the world right now So without futher endo, I bring to you...

Lady: Marshall! Verse #1: Your bout to witness hip hop in its Most pourest, most rawest form flow, almost flawless Most hardest, most honest, known artist Chip off the old block but old doc is back! Looks like Batman, brought his own Robin Oh god, Sadam's got his own Laden With his on private plane, his on pilot Set to blow college dorm room doors off the hinges Oranges, peach, pairs, plums, oranges *VRRM VRRM* Yeah, here I come My inches away from you, here fear none Hip hop is in a state of 911, so

Chorus 2x: Let's get down to business I don't got no time to play around with this diss Must be a circus in town that shut the shit down On these clowns, and I gotta witness

Dr Dre: Hell Yeah

Verse #2: Dre gotta move fast, gotta perform mirracles Gee willycores Dre, only bat syllables Look at all the bullshit that goes on in Gotham When I'm gone time to get rid of these rap criminals So, skip to your lou, while I do what I do best You ain't even impressed no more, you used to wait Flows too wet, nobody clost to wet Nobody says it was till everyone knows the shit The most hated on outta all those who say it hate it On an eighties songs and exagerate it all So much they make it all up There's no such thing Like a female with good looks who cooks and cleans It just means so much more to so much more People when you and you know what for The show must go on, so I'd like to welcome ya'll To Marshall and Andre's carnival C'mon, now!

Chorus 2x:

Verse #3: It's just like old times, the dynamic duel Two old friends, why panic? You allready know whos capable, the two caped heroes Dial straight down the center 8 0 0 You can even call collect, the most feared duet Since me and Elton, play career russian roulett And never even seen me blinging get me busting a sweat People stepping over people just to rush to the set Just to get to see a MC who breathes so freely Ease over these beats, and be so breezy Jesus, how can shit be so easy How can one Sandra be so leavy Turn on these beats MC's dont see me Believe me, BET and MTV Your gonna agree when we leave, dawg fo sheezy Can't leave rap alone the game needs me Til we grow beards, get weird and disappear into the mountains Nothing but clowns down here But we, ain't fucking around round here Yo Dre!

Dr Dre: Whuddup?

Eminem: Can I get a hell yeah?

Dr Dre: Hell Yeah

Chorus 2x:

Outro:

Eminem: So there you have it folks

Lady: Marshall!

Eminem: Has come to save the day Back with his friend Andre And to remind you that bullshit does not pay Because

Lady: Marshall! Eminem: And Andre are here to stay and never go away Until our dying day, until we're old and grey

Lady: Marshall!

Eminem: So until next times friends Same blonde hair, same rap channel Goodnight everyone, thank you for coming Your host for the evening

Lady: Marshall!

Eminem: Oh, hah

Cleanin Out My Closet

Intro: Where's my snare? I have no snare on my headphones There you go Yeah Yo yo

Verse #1 Have you ever been hated, or discriminated against? I have, I've been protested and demostrated against Picket signs for my wickid rhymes, look at the times Sick as the mind of the mother fucking kid that's behind... All this commotion, emotions run deep as oceans exploding Tempers flaring from parents just blow em off and keep going Not taking nothing from no one, give em hell long as I'm breathing Keep kicking ass in the morning, and taking names in the evening Leaving with the taste of sour with viniger in they mouth See they can trigger me, but they'll never figure me out Look at me now, I betcha prolly sick of me now Ain't you mama, I'ma make you look so ridiculous now

Chorus x2 I'm sorry mama I never meant to hurt you I never meant make you cry But tonight, I'm cleaning out my closet One More Time I'm sorry mama I never meant to hurt you I never meant make you cry But tonight, I'm cleaning out my closet Ha!

Verse #2 I got some skeletons in my closet And I dont know if no one knows it So before they throw me inside my coffin and close it I'ma expose it, I'll take you back to '73 Before I ever had a multi-platinum selling CD I was a baby maybe I was just a couple of months My faggot father must've had his panties up in a bunch 'Cause he split, I wonder if he even kissed me goodbye No I don't, on second thought I just fucking wished he would die I look at Hailey, and I couldn't picture leaving her side Even if I hated Kim, I grin my teeth and I try to make it work With her atleast for Hailie's sake I maybe made some mistakes But I'm only human but I'm man enough to face them today What I did was stupid, no doubt it was dumb But the smartest shit I did was take the bullets outta that gun Cause I'd of killed em, shit I would've shot Kim and them both It's my life, I'd like to welcome ya'll to

Chorus x2

Verse #3 Now I would never diss my own mama just to get recognition Take a second to listen for who you think this record is dissing But put yourself in my position, just try to invision Witnessing your mama popping prescription pills in the kitchen bitching that someone's always going through her purse when shit's missing Going through public housing systems, victim of munchasen syndrome My whole life I was made to believe I was sick when I wasn't 'Til I grew up, now I blew up it makes you sick to your stomach, doesn't it? Wasn't it the you made a CD for me, ma? So you could try to justify the way you treated me, ma? But guess what, your getting older now and it's cold when your lonely And Nathan's growing up so quick he's gonna know that your phoney And Hailie's getting so big now, you should see her, she's beautiful But you'll never see her, she wont even be at your funeral *hahaha* See what hurts me the most, is you wont admit you was wrong Bitch, do your song, keep telling yourself that you was a mum But how dare you try to take what you didn't help me to get You selfish bitch, I hope you fucking burn in hell for this shit! Remember when Ronnie died and you said you wished it was me? Well guess what, I am dead, dead to you as can be

Chorus x2 Square Dance

Intro: People! *Echos* Get ready! It feels so good to be back! Ladies and gentleman Introducing the new me Improved youth No fool

Verse #1 Never been too type to bend or budge The wrong button to push, no friend, no bush I'm the centerpiece, you're a mortice, i'm a off his leash All this peace-talkin cease All these people i had to leave in limbo I'm back now and i've come to release this info I'll be brief and let me just keep shit simple Cannabitch, don't want no beef with slim, NOO! Not even on my radar So won't you please jump off my dick, lay off and stay off and follow me cos i put these crayons to chaos from seance to seance.

Chorus 2x: So come on down So get on down Doh si doh now Dont have a good plan Dont be scerrrd (scared), cuz therrr (there) ain't nuttin' to werrr (worry) 'bout Let your hair down Square dance

Verse #2: Let your hair down to the track, yeh, keep goin back (BOO!) The boogie-monster of rap, yeh, the man's back! With a plan to ambush this bush administration Moosh the senate's facin', push this generation O' kids to stand and fight for the right to say somethin' You might not like, this white hot light that im under No wonder i look so sunburnt, Oh no, i won't leave no stone unturned Oh no, i won't leave one goin' nowhere Doh-si-soh oh! yo! ho! hello there! Oh yeh! don't think i won't go there Go to beyreuth and do a show there Yeh you laugh til your motherfuckin' ass gets drafted When you're in bed here thinkin' the draft cant happen 'Til you fuck around gettin anthrax napkin Inside a package wrapped in sarandrap wrappin' Open the plastic, and then you stand back gaspin' Fuckin' assassins hijackin' anthrax crashin' All this terror, america demands action Next thing you know, you've got uncle sam's ass askin' To join our army, or what you do for their navy You just a baby gettin' recruited at 18 You're on a plane now eatin' that food and that baked beans I'm 28, they gon take you 'fore they take me Crazy insane or insane crazy? When i say hussein, you say shady! My views ain't changed to lean humane way for Rain 2 days late, the date's today Hey team!

Chorus 2x:

Verse #3 Nothing moves me more than a groove that suits me Nothing suits me more than a groove that boosts me Nothing boosts me more or suites me beautifully There's nothing you can do to me, stab me, shoot me Physcotic hypnotic product I gotta take antibotic Ain't nobody hotter and so on and yada yada Gotta talk alot of hum-hei-la-da-da-der Oochie walla-walla-mmm-de-da-da but you gotta gotta Keep moving there's more music to make Keep making new shit, produce hits to break The monotony whats gotten into me? Drugs, rock and hennesey, thug like I'm 'Pac on my enemies On your knees, got you under siege Somebody you would give a lung to be Hungry like a fucking younger me Fuck the fee, I can get you jumped for free Yeah, buddy, laugh is funny, I have the money To have you killed by somebody who has nothing I'm past bluffing, pass the KY Lets get ready for some intense serious ass fucking

Chorus 2x

Outro: Dr Dre wants to square dance with me Nasty wants to square dance with me X to the Z wants to square dance with me wants to square dance with me Cannabitch won't square dance with me Cannabitch won't square dance with me