Слова песни Things Get Worse B.O.B Ft. Eminem

[Chorus: Eminem]
There's no need to say shit, you already know,
The question is just how far will this go?
How far will he take it?
And when will he stop?
Shady, man, I done told you once, homie, to easy up,
But you just won't listen, will ya? Nah, guess not.
You just can't, can ya? Man, I can't stand ya.
You're rotten, what you plottin' for us?
Man, when are you gonna let up?
I guess things are gonna get much worse ‘fore they get better.

[Verse 1: Eminem]
Holy Toledo! It's Angelina Jolie, amigo,
She told me, “Yo, Shady just hand your penis to me, I'll deep throat.”
And, Brad, if you try to stand between us ,then we're gonna see, bro,
Who was a fantasy, I don't mean to damage your ego.
You faggots wanna rassle?
I shove a fuckin' jar of Vaseline up inside your asshole,
And rope it shut with a lasso.
Couple of crushed Lexapro broken up with the capsule or Paxil
Just in case I ain't dope enough with the raps, though.
Coke is cut with tobacco,
Smoke it up, then go wacko,
This is what happens when you mix a coconut with Tabasco.
Shady, let go, the ho has been choked up enough, let her ass go!
Not till Jessica Simpson lets go off the tuna casserole,
I used to love her hooters, now Carmen Elektra's cuter,
Strap an extension cord to her arm and electrocute her,
I'm off my fuckin' meds, but I'm on an electric scooter,
I might just scoot by and shoot my mum in the neck with Rugers,
Spit in Jason's face while I vomit on Freddy Kruger,
They can't even get Jeffrey Dahmer to pet the cougar,
Now I'm gon' get the rectal thermometer, get the lubri-
Cation and get the patient some Darvocet to chew ‘cause...

[Chorus]
[Eminem:]
There's no need to say shit, you already know,
The question is just how far will this go?
How far will he take it?
And when will he stop?
[B.o.B:]
B.o.B, I done told you once, homie, to easy up, jeez!
There's no need to say shit, you already know,
The question is just how far will this go,
‘Cause I will never lay down,
And I will never let up.
[Eminem:]
I guess things are gonna get much worse ‘fore they get better.

[Verse 2: B.o.B]
With the soul of a shaman
I leave the beat then vomit
Like a bulimic woman with an uneasy stomach,
I pass by people on the street, they seem like sheep and zombies,
Stiffer than a therapeutic pair of jeans you run in,
So can you hear me comin'?
Eminem, this beat is absolutely disgusting,
It's probably got diseases on it.
I'm just bein' honest, I can see the comets,
I can see the evolution as we creep up on it.
I put that music in your veins like a needle junkie,
Shit, I just do this for the haters, I don't need the money,
I'm diarrhea on track, so it needs plungin',
Somebody tell these girls, please, release my undies.
Nobody really understands my language,
I find it complicated just to hold a conversation,
But still I got a whole lot of patience,
Sittin' back watchin' Earth from my Space station.

[Chorus: Eminem]
There's no need to say shit, you already know,
The question is just how far will this go?
How far will he take it?
And when will he stop?
Shady, man, I done told you once, homie, to easy up,
But you just won't listen, will ya? Nah, guess not.
You just can't, can ya? Man, I can't stand ya.
You're rotten, what you plottin' for us?
Man, when are you gonna let up?
I guess things are gonna get much worse ‘fore they get better.

[Verse 3: Eminem]
Oh my gosh! I put Natasha Bedingfield in a washer,
Watch it go from rinse to spin cycle,
It's like I got ya hypnotizin', like I gotcha.
My God, ya psychologically fucked!
Michael, would like an apology, what?
Tell that psycho to stick a Tyco and a white tricycle up his butt
And glue the seat of bicycle to his nuts.
I'm as cold as a mothafuckin' icicle on my nut,
I ain't nuthin' nice, man, I like to pull knives and I like to cut.
The poster addict for posttraumatic stress,
I guess this is the most dramatic I've been in a while,
This is the closest that it's come to the Marshall Mathers,
I can hear him start to gather,
I don't paint the portrait of the picture perfect Partridge family.
This ain't your orphan Annie, no this is more uncanny,
Kick down Dakota Fanning's front door while the whore is tanning.
He can't say whore!
Of course he can! Man, he just saw her fanny then murdered her,
While he danced around the room and wore her panties.

[Chorus]
[Eminem:]
There's no need to say shit, you already know,
The question is just how far will this go?
How far will he take it?
And when will he stop?
[B.o.B:]
B.o.B, I done told you once, homie, to easy up, jeez!
There's no need to say shit, you already know,
The question is just how far will this go,
‘Cause I will never lay down,
And I will never let up.
[Eminem:]
I guess things are gonna get much worse ‘fore they get better.