Jimmy, Brian And Mike Songtext

von Eminem

Yeah, woo, yeah
That′s the idea, man
The fuckin Red Wings are playin
Ayy, the fuckin Red Wings are playin, man
Fuck, shut up, man, you're gonna fuckin make me miss the game

It goes, one, two, three, four
Rush room, C4
Need more bleach, breathe more (Yo, I said)
Reach for ether, either or (Either one)
Markers, paint, inhale, faint
Yeah, heh, heh, smells great, heh (Whoa)

Acid, you don′t got that? Just melt plastic
That's it, now let it smoke and smell that shit
I can't see shit, you′re foggin up the room
Gimme that shit, bitch, you′re hoggin the balloon (Hey)

I might just suck nitrous all night long
If I just die, Mike, just call my mom (9-1-1)
Greg can drink a whole keg through a funnel
Put his foot through it and crawl in it like a tunnel
From the 3-1-3 to the 8-1-0

Hey Brian, you ain't coverin the rush hole
You′re not doin it right, pay attention
Who the fuck taught you to smoke, Bill Clinton?
C'mon, inhale, puff, pass, puff, pass, okay, that′s enough, damn
Tom, that's my mom′s lamp, goddamn, dude, fuckin calm down (Sorry for that)

Look at you guys, you're makin a mess, where's Jason?
"Dude, I′m in the basement with Jeff
He just dropped a bunch of weights on his chest
Help me get em off," wait, you′re breakin his neck (Alright)
You grab that end, dick, I'll grab this end
I told him not to lift when he sniffs, he don′t listen

Get me drunk, let me go and get me high tonight
Jimmy, don't, Jimmy don′t let me die tonight
Get me home, Jimmy, don't let me drive tonight
I just wanna get blown with Brian and Mike
Get me drunk, let me go and get me high tonight
Jimmy, don′t, Jimmy don't let me die tonight
Get me home, Jimmy, don't let me drive tonight
I just wanna get blown with Brian and Mike

(Chicka) Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky and Mike (Chicka)
Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky and Mike (Ch-)
Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky and Mike (Chicka)
Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky and Mike

I spilled beer on the carpet but the walls are drunk, you asshole
I ain′t leanin on em, I′m holdin em up
Shit, tonight, man, I ain't holdin em up

I′m openin up shop to the cops and closin it shut
Nineteen shots might seem like a lot, but it's not
I ain′t even buzzin, man, I swear to God (brrrr)
Tom, stop, you're gonna scare the dog
He′s gonna bark and Mr. Johnson's gonna come downstairs, and, ugh

"Hey, I want some peace and quiet here
Or I'm a send the goddamn police in riot gear"
Shut up Mr. Johnson, don′t even start
Go have another fuckin heart attack, you old fart
I hate that guy, Brian, that′s the hamper
What's the matter, you can′t go to the damn bathroom?

"Sorry, I had to shit, dude, where's the tissue?"
I dunno, just use this XXL issue
Look at this house, who put this couch crooked?
Ow, stupid, you just stepped on my foot, now look it
It looks like I just stepped in a mud puddle, you fuckin dick (I′m sorry)

Shut up, butthole, you prolly did it on purpose, you fuckin drunk bastard
Here, take your keys, go boozin up, grab shit
I hate you guys, you ain't my friends
Look what you just did to my mom′s eight by tens

Now she's gonna blame me, I hope you're happy now
Party′s over, everybody get your asses out
Out, I said out, put the beer down, out

Get me drunk, let me go and get me high tonight
Jimmy, don′t, Jimmy don't let me die tonight
Get me home, Jimmy, don′t let me drive tonight
I just wanna get blown with Brian and Mike
Get me drunk, let me go and get me high tonight
Jimmy, don't, Jimmy don′t let me die tonight
Get me home, Jimmy, don't let me drive tonight
I just wanna get blown with Brian and Mike

(Chicka) Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky and Mike (Chicka)
Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky and Mike (Ch-chicka)
Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky and Mike
Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky and Mike