Eminem - Jimmy, Brian and Mike lyrics

Yeah, woo, yeah fetch me a beer, 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
Acid (Woah) , 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 (911)
Greg can drink a whole keg through a funnel
Put his foot through it and crawl
In it like a tunnel from the 313 to the 810
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?
Come on, inhale, puff, pass, puff, pass
Okay, that's enough, damn
Tom, that's my mom's lamp
Goddamn, dude, fuckin' calm down (Sorry)
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

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I spilled beer on the carpet
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
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'ma 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 don't know, 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 cruisin' up Gratiot
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 that 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
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