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Elevator

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Elevator

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All aboard!

Okay, next stop, my basement (Ha-ha)

I'll meet you down there!

There once was a saying that I used to say

Back in the day, when I met Dre

I used to sit and goof on the phone with my friend Proof

That if I went gold, I'd go right through the roof

He'd say: What if you went platinum?, I'd just laugh at him

That's not happening, that I can't fathom

Eighty-some million records worldwide later

I'm living in a house with a fucking elevator

Haters getting mad, they done had enough of Shady

You slay me, nothing you say matters enough to touché me

Rappers try to play me, they use Hailie as a ukulele

Whoopsa-that-a-fucking-daisy

That’s a no-no, even she knows Da-Da's fucking crazy

Fucking animal, cuckoo, bananas, fucking-A, B

Maybe it's because I never had a mother raise me

Fuck around and throw a baby at another baby

You may think it's 'cause of the way that I was brought up

But it's all caught up to me now, karma's in the waters

Every line I ever said has got me in a corner

You might think it doesn't creep upon ya, but it all does

You wouldn't listen, man, I tried to warn ya when you started

Now your brain's all haunted 'cause of all the shit you thought of

Chainsaw slaughters, turn your daughters into sawdust

I never thought it'd come to this, I oughta just be honest, but

There once was a saying that I used to say

Back in the day, when I met Dre

I used to sit and goof on the phone with my friend Proof

That if I went gold, I'd go right through the roof

He'd say: What if you went platinum?, I'd just laugh at him

That's not happening, that I can't fathom

Eighty-some million records worldwide later

I'm living in a house with a fucking elevator

Sorry Lance, Mr. Lambert and Aiken ain't gonna make it

They get so mad when I call them both faggots

All these fucking voices in my head, I can't take it

Someone shut that fucking baby up 'fore I shake it

You're standing adjacent to Jason, slash, Leatherface, and

Together makes 'em a fucking bad combination

I lashed at the doctor in my last operation

Shoved the Wiener Schnitzel up his ass, hopped away

Somebody please stop the patient, get the cops to mace him

Homie, I'm the Scheiße, ask Doctor Dreson

I can't leave the game, I just can't walk away, son

No, not a-now, not a chance, not today, son

I can't believe I leave for one brief second

And you pussies queef all over the rap game, naked

And use a leaf to wipe up the crap stain, feck it

I'll just keep saying the same exact saying, check it

There once was a saying that I used to say

Back in the day, when I met Dre

I used to sit and goof on the phone with my friend Proof

That if I went gold, I'd go right through the roof

He'd say: What if you went platinum?, I'd just laugh at him

That's not happening, that I can't fathom

Eighty-some million records worldwide later

I'm living in a house with a fucking elevator

Elevator in my house, hah, smell ya later

I blew the fuck up, a hamster in the microwave, I'm

Thinking 'bout an escalator now, steps, I hate 'em

Told the neighbors step away, then I just pepper-sprayed 'em

Yeah, for every time you ride down the street

Or hide out, drive by my house and beep

Like, now motherfucker, try now to sleep

Lie down fucker (bah), try counting sheep

And you're tryna find out why now there's beef

Mace in your face, bitch, cry now, pussy

This is my house, all nine thousand feet

So you can suck my dick with Amy Winehouse's teeth

Then I shove 'em in the elevator, take 'em to the top

Stand above 'em just to cut the fucking cable, let 'em drop

Walk an hour to the damn refrigerator, get a pop

While I let 'em fall all the way to the basement, yelling: Stop!

There once was a saying that I used to say

Back in the day, when I met Dre

I used to sit and goof on the phone with my friend Proof

That if I went gold, I'd go right through the roof

He'd say: What if you went platinum?, I'd just laugh at him

That's not happening, that I can't fathom

Eighty-some million records worldwide later

I'm living in a house with a fucking elevator

You fucking son of a bitch, I can't believe this shit

This must be all that there is, this must be it

Fucking-A, even got a bidet

To wash my ass after I shit with gold toilet paper

Dishwasher's so big, when I'm pissed off, I can just toss a

Flying saucer in it, the shit's awesome

Yeah, fucking elevator, living in a house with a fucking elevator

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