Eminem — Just Lose It | караоке з текстом і вимкненням вокалу

Down, down, down, down, down, down, okay. Guess who's back, back, back again, gain. Shady's back, back. Tell a friend, friend. Now everyone report to the dance floor, to the dance floor, to the dance floor. Now everyone report to the dance floor. All right, stop. Pajama time. Come here, little kiddies, on my lap. Guess who's back with a brand-new rap, and I don't mean rap as in a new case of child investigation accusations. Ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh! No worries, papa's got a brand-new bag of toys. What else could I possibly do to make noise? I done touched on everything but little boys. That's not a stab at Michael. That's just a metaphor. I'm just psycho. I go a little bit crazy sometimes. I get a little bit out of control with my rhymes. Good God, just do a little slide. Bend down, touch your toes, and just glide up the center of the... God, just do a little slide. Bend down, touch your toes, and just glide up the center of the dance floor. Like TP for my bum hole, and it's cool if you let one go. Nobody's gonna know who'd hear it. Give a little toot toot, it's okay. Oops, my CD just skipped, and everyone just heard you let one rip. Now I'm gonna make you dance. It's your chance. Yeah, boy, shake that ass. Oops, I mean girl, girl, girl, girl. Girl, you know you're my world. All right, now lose it. Ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh! Just lose it. Ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh! Go crazy. Ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh! Oh, baby. Ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh! Oh, baby, baby. It's Friday, and it's my day just to party all the way to Sunday, maybe till Monday. I don't know what day. Every day's just a holiday. Cruising on the freeway, feeling kind of breezy. Got the top down and my hair blow. I don't know where I'm going. All I know is, when I get there, someone's gonna touch my body. Excuse me, miss, I don't mean to sound like a jerk, but I'm feeling just a little stressed out from work. Could you punch me in the stomach and pull my hair? Spit on me, maybe gouge my eyes out? Yeah. Now, what's your name, girl? What's your sign? Man, you must be up out your mind. Dre! Ahh ahh! Beer goggles, blind! I'm just trying to unwind. Now I'm... Now I'm gonna make you dance. It's your chance. Yeah, boy, shake that ass. Oops, I mean girl, girl, girl, girl. Girl, you know you're my world. All right, now lose it. Ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh! Just lose it. Ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh! Go crazy. Ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh! Oh, baby. Ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh! Oh, baby, baby. It's Tuesday and I'm locked up. I'm yelling. I don't know what happened. They say I was running butt naked down your street screaming, "Ahh ahh ahh ahh!" Your Honor, I'm sorry. I don't remember. All I know is this much: I'm not guilty. They said, "Save it, boy. We've got you on tape yelling at an old lady to touch my body." Now this is the part where the rap breaks down. It gets real intense. No one makes a sound. Everything looks like it's 8 Mile now. The beat comes back and everybody lose themselves. Snap back to reality. Look, it's B-Rabbit. Are you trying to get to battle? I'm a grown man, chubby, chubby, chubby, chubby, chubby, chubby, chubby. I don't have any lines, so go right here. So chubby, tell a chubby fellas. What? Fellas. Grab your left nut, make your right one jealous. What? Black girls, white girls, skinny girls, fat girls, tall girls, small girls. I'm calling all girls. Everyone report to the dance floor. It's your chance for a little romancer. Let's squeeze in. It's the season. Just go ahh ahh ahh ahh. So appeasing. Now I'm gonna make you dance. It's your chance. Yeah, boy, shake that ass. Oops, I mean girl, girl, girl, girl. Girl, you know you're my world. All right, now lose it. Ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh! Just lose it. Ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh! Go crazy. Ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh! Oh, baby. Ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh! Oh, baby, baby. Mm-mm-mm, touch my body. Mm-mm-mm, touch my body. Ooh, boy, just touch my body. I mean girl, just touch my body, body, body