Elton John Rocket Man - The Definitive Hits
Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand
Jesus freaks out in the street
Handing tickets out for God
Turning back she just laughs
The boulevard is not that bad
Piano man he makes his stand
In the auditorium
Looking on she sings the songs
The words she knows the tune she hums
But oh how it feels so real
Lying here with no on-e near
nullly you and you can hear me
When I say softly slowly
Hold me closer tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
you had a busy day today
Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand
2. Almost Famous
Eminem 7집 Recovery
I stuck my dick in this game like a rapist
They call me Slim Roethlisberger
I go bezerker than a fed-up post-office worker
A merk her with a Mossberg
I'm pissed off get murdered
Like someone took a ketchup squirter
Squirted a frankfurter
For a gangster you shoulda shit your pants
When you saw the chainsaw get to waving
Like a terrible towel
I faced her around
But his fangs come out
Get your brains blown out
That's what I call blowing your mind
When I come back
Like nut on your spine
I'm a thumb tack
That you slept on son
Now here I come screaming attack like
I just stepped on one
Low on the totem till he showed 'em
Defiance, giant scrotum
He don't owe them bitches shit
His bridges, he out grow'd em
He's so out cold he's knocked out of the South Pole
And nobody fucks with him
Rigamortis and post-mortem
He's dying of boredom
Take your best rhymes, record 'em
Then try to flaunt 'em
He'll just take your punch lines and snort 'em
Shit stained drawers
You gon fuck with a guy who licks
the blades of his chainsaws
While he dips 'em in P.F. Chang's sauce
Game's up, homie, hang it up like some crank calls
You think I'm backing down you must
be out of your dang skulls
I'm back for revenge
I lost a battle that ain't happening again
I'm at your throat like strep
I step, strapped with a pen
Metaphors wrote on my hand,
Someone distorted my mint
Read some I wrote on a napkin
I do what I have to to win
Pull at it all stops, any who touch a mic prior's
Not even Austin Powers,
how the fuck are they Mike Meyers
And tell that psycho to pass the torch
To the whack before
I take a shit in his Jack-O-Lantern
And smash it on his porch
Now get off my dick
Dick's too short a word for my dick
Get off my antidisestablishmentarianism, you prick
You call me the champ
call me the space shuttle destroyer
I just blew up the challenger,
matter fact I need a lawyer
I displaced my clause with enough plaster
To make a cast beat his ass naked and peed
in his corner like burn choyder
You're the Eminem backwards, you're mini-me
See he's in a whole nother weight class
He smokes your BB's you beat back bullets
You're full of it; you were just in his CD's
Left at Infinite, now he's back like
someone pissed in his wheaties
No peace treaties, he's turned into a beast
His new Slim Shady EP's
got the attention of the mighty D. R. E
Now there he goes in Dre's studio cuppin his balls
Screaming the wood off the panel
And cussing the pain off the walls
Spewing his hate to these haters,
showing no love for these brauds
He ain't given them shit, he says
he'll pinch a penny so hard
He'll leave a bruise on the bronze
so dark you can see the mark
With the scars,
till Abraham Lincoln is screaming out AHH
These metaphors and similes
ain't similar to them, not at all
If they don't like it, they can all get fucked
instead of sucking him off
They can go get a belt or a neck tie,
to hand themselves by
Like David Carradine they can go
fuck themselves and just die
And eat shit while they at it
He's fucking had it, he's mad at the whole world
So go to hell and build a snowman girl
The bullies become bullied, the pussies get pushed
Then they better pull me,
take me back to 9th grade to school me
Cus I ain't looking back,
only forward, this whole spot blowing
Who coulda known he'd grow to be a poet and not know it
And while I'm being poetic let me get a? and raise the bar
Higher than my opinion of these winners and lords
So bare witness to some biblical shit
As a cold wind blowing this world
ain't gonna know what hit it
He did it, he made it, he's finally famous
They call me Slim Roethlisberger
I go bezerker than a fed-up post-office worker
A merk her with a Mossberg
I'm pissed off get murdered
Like someone took a ketchup squirter
Squirted a frankfurter
For a gangster you shoulda shit your pants
When you saw the chainsaw get to waving
Like a terrible towel
I faced her around
But his fangs come out
Get your brains blown out
That's what I call blowing your mind
When I come back
Like nut on your spine
I'm a thumb tack
That you slept on son
Now here I come screaming attack like
I just stepped on one
Low on the totem till he showed 'em
Defiance, giant scrotum
He don't owe them bitches shit
His bridges, he out grow'd em
He's so out cold he's knocked out of the South Pole
And nobody fucks with him
Rigamortis and post-mortem
He's dying of boredom
Take your best rhymes, record 'em
Then try to flaunt 'em
He'll just take your punch lines and snort 'em
Shit stained drawers
You gon fuck with a guy who licks
the blades of his chainsaws
While he dips 'em in P.F. Chang's sauce
Game's up, homie, hang it up like some crank calls
You think I'm backing down you must
be out of your dang skulls
I'm back for revenge
I lost a battle that ain't happening again
I'm at your throat like strep
I step, strapped with a pen
Metaphors wrote on my hand,
Someone distorted my mint
Read some I wrote on a napkin
I do what I have to to win
Pull at it all stops, any who touch a mic prior's
Not even Austin Powers,
how the fuck are they Mike Meyers
And tell that psycho to pass the torch
To the whack before
I take a shit in his Jack-O-Lantern
And smash it on his porch
Now get off my dick
Dick's too short a word for my dick
Get off my antidisestablishmentarianism, you prick
You call me the champ
call me the space shuttle destroyer
I just blew up the challenger,
matter fact I need a lawyer
I displaced my clause with enough plaster
To make a cast beat his ass naked and peed
in his corner like burn choyder
You're the Eminem backwards, you're mini-me
See he's in a whole nother weight class
He smokes your BB's you beat back bullets
You're full of it; you were just in his CD's
Left at Infinite, now he's back like
someone pissed in his wheaties
No peace treaties, he's turned into a beast
His new Slim Shady EP's
got the attention of the mighty D. R. E
Now there he goes in Dre's studio cuppin his balls
Screaming the wood off the panel
And cussing the pain off the walls
Spewing his hate to these haters,
showing no love for these brauds
He ain't given them shit, he says
he'll pinch a penny so hard
He'll leave a bruise on the bronze
so dark you can see the mark
With the scars,
till Abraham Lincoln is screaming out AHH
These metaphors and similes
ain't similar to them, not at all
If they don't like it, they can all get fucked
instead of sucking him off
They can go get a belt or a neck tie,
to hand themselves by
Like David Carradine they can go
fuck themselves and just die
And eat shit while they at it
He's fucking had it, he's mad at the whole world
So go to hell and build a snowman girl
The bullies become bullied, the pussies get pushed
Then they better pull me,
take me back to 9th grade to school me
Cus I ain't looking back,
only forward, this whole spot blowing
Who coulda known he'd grow to be a poet and not know it
And while I'm being poetic let me get a? and raise the bar
Higher than my opinion of these winners and lords
So bare witness to some biblical shit
As a cold wind blowing this world
ain't gonna know what hit it
He did it, he made it, he's finally famous
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