Heat - Eminem

(Wanna take it from the top?)

Lady you remind me of my raps on that Relapse shit
 Cause you got an ass thick as them accents
 Two ass cheek implants, call that an asset
 ‘Cause you could stick a glass on it, it’s massive
 From the first time I saw you I actually said to myself, “I gotta meet her like a taxi”
 Exactly, love affair in the backseat
 Sorry if I’m being graphic, but I’m stiff as a statue
 You sat on a shelf, I feel like I’m a bust
 Maybe I’m just ahead of myself
 Let me slow down, slow your Camaro
 I’m tryna catch up, I’m tryna’ jump your bones to the marrow
 Got me under your control and your spell
 Wanna wrap you up, put you in a bow like an arrow
 Grab you by the (meow), hope it’s not a problem in fact
 About the only fact I agree on with Donald is that
 So when I put this palm on your cat
 Don’t snap, it’s supposed to be grabbed
 Why do you think they call it a snatch
 I just wanna climb in the sack
 I’ma keep it 100, like my speedometer’s at
 I’m watching you rap, I’m the dude following in back
 About six cars back, I’m in the lac
 And I want to (uh)

All day, all day, all night
 You ask, I stay the night
 With you, you say you’re vile
 Me too, you’re burning up
 I’m running…

All day, all night
 You feel, my heat (fire…)
 Feel, feel, feel, feel, feel, my heat

Hate to inconvenience you at the convenience store
 But those jeans you wore, like I’ve never seen before
 I pretend to work there, while I clean the floor
 Checking you out, like the clerk, while he rings you up
 Pull up behind you while you’re leaving and you don’t even know it (ayo, Rick, man)
 She’s brushing her hair, adjusting her mirror, she’s rapping my shit
 But she wasn’t aware, I was there, or maybe she was, and just didn’t care
 Who knows, at least that isn’t up in the air
 It’s something to see
 But just like a girl who thinks her coochie doesn’t stink
 If she ain’t planning to do shit, this summers eve
 Maybe she wants to keep me company
 But fuck the Pepé Le Pew shit!
 “Ain’t steppin’ to you, bitch,” I say to myself
 Plus she’s bumpin’ my music, ain’t chasin’ no tail
 Like a skunk in heat
 I could sweat her to some degree
 But fuck it, I’m the male, let her come to me
 (Could you repeat that again?)
 Let her come to me, male sweater, some degree, fail
 Fuck it, pull up beside her
 Sideswipe her, Dodge Vipe-her
 What is a brighter ass if she wants a computer lodged in her vagina?
 Said my dick is an apple, she said put it inside her
 I said…

All day, all day, all night
 You ask, I stay the night
 With you, you say you’re vile
 Me too, you’re burning up
 I’m running…

All day, all night
 You feel, my heat (fire…)
 Feel, feel, feel, feel, feel, my heat

Black out, come to, hands covered in blood
 Motherfucking gloves and a shover stuck in the mud
 I just bodied the beat, so that hoe must’ve been dug
 Cause it just died like “ooh, food coloring, duh”
 So let’s get turnt, like a shish kebab, twist it Ma
 Like an Air Conditioning knob
 We be great together
 Don’t care if it takes forever
 If I gotta wait, I guess it’s better late than never
 You felt my heat, rubbing off on you
 I love your personality
 Come on, little mama, you’re hot enough to melt Rick’s beat
 Come jump in the water, I bet you get your self esteem
 From your persona
 With an ass to match, girl your body is lit
 You’re striking, I’m a gas
 Girl, you’re just gonna have to put the mother chumps on the back burner
 You got puns, I got asperger’s
 Just let me rest my head in between that set of Ds
 While I shred MC’s, like cheddar cheese
 That’s just the thoroughbred me in me, ain’t a better breed
 My dog thinks so too, look at my predigree
 Ma, the world is what I think of you
 I think you’re divine, so I might swing on you
 I’m just kidding girl, I wouldn’t lift a finger or two
 Unless it’s the middle finger, to finger you

All day, all day, all night
 You ask, I stay the night
 With you, you say you’re vile
 Me too, you’re burning up
 I’m running…

Feel, feel, feel, feel, feel, my heat

Under ones and twos, threes and four (the morning)
 Wait for the cut like Neosporin (what?)
 He’s mixing it up for me and Lauren
 A teddy like short for Theodore
 We’re outtie, five thousand

(Who the fuck, it’s my big dick, so everybody get ready right fucking now)
Artist: Eminem
Title: Heat