Album Name

Relapse: Refill

Artist

Eminem

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2009.12.21

Release Agency

Universal Music Group

Must Be The Ganja - Eminem
Yea oh oh yea yea oh
I feel like dancing
I feel like dancing
I smell something in the air
thats making me high
I said I smell something
in the air thats making me high
ok here we go
do re mi fa so fa so la ti da so
Lyrical Rosco give back the Tabasco
You mother fuckers
must just not know
the tic tock song
Time to show you
the most kick ass flow
in the cosmos
Picasso with a pick axe a
sick asshole
Tic tac toe frozen six pack
with exacto
knives Strangling wives
with big lasso
Few bags of the grass zig zags
I'm with the Doc so
You know how that go
skull and the crossbones
This is poison the boys and girls
who do not know
You do not want to try
this at home my novato
This is neither the time
nor the place to get mac ho
So crack a six pack
sit back with some nachos
Maybe some popcorn and watch
the show and just rock slow
It's not what you expected
nor what you thought so
About time to you wake
the fuck up smell the pot smoke
It must be the Ganja
It's the marijuana
Thats creeping up on me
while I'm so high
Maybe it's the Henney that
has gotten in me
Whatever's gotten
into me I don't mind
It must be the Ganja
It's the marijuana
What's creeping up on me
while I'm so high
Maybe it's the Henney that
has gotten in me
Whatever's got into me
I don't mind
Your dreams are getting
fulfilled you are literally
getting the chills
Spitting at will me
and Dre have just finished
splitting a pill
You're submitting
to skill sitting still
I'm admitting
I'm beginning to feel like
I don't think anyone's real
Faced with a dilemma
I can be Dali Llama
and become a bin gramma a step
beyond a Jeffrey
Dahmer Please
don't upset me mama
you lookin sexy mama
Don't know if it's the lala
or the rum and Pepsi mama
Don't want to end up inside
my refrigerator freezer
Be used as extra
topping the next time
I make a pizza
How many people
you know can name every serial
killer who ever existed in a row
Put em in chronological
order beginning with
Jack the Ripper
Name the time and place
from the body the bag the zipper
Location of the woods
where the body was
dragged and then dumped
The trunk that they were stuffed
in the model the
make the plate
and which model
which lake they found her in
and how they attacked the victim
Say which murder weapon was
used to do what and which one
which knife and which gun
what kid what wife and which nun
Don't stop I like this it's fun
the fuckin night's just begun
It must be the ganja
It's the marijuana
That's creeping up on me
while I'm so high
Maybe it's the Henney that
has gotten in me
Whatever's gotten into me
I don't mind
It must be the Ganja
It's the marijuana
What's creeping up on me
while I'm so high
Maybe it's the Henney that
has gotten in me
Whatever's got into me
I don't mind
When I'm behind a mic
dynamite is what it's kinda like
Get stuck with the same
stick that you're trying to light
Behind the boards is Dre
legends are made this way
Isn't it safe to say this is the way
it should be Maybe you need
some lyric syrup
serum for your symptoms
Here's a dosage of the
antidote now you give him some
He can give her some
she can give them some
Get behind a lynn drum
make up a beat and
kill the sucka syndrome
You're spinning drama
when it comes to lyrics
and penning some
Starting from scratch
and then ending up
at the end enough
Capable of bringing a Pulitzer
strong believe a bullet's a
Titanium cranium
that's full of surprises
When the smoke
rises right before
your very own eyes
You stare into your stereos
high Good evening
this ain't even a weed thing
I ain't even smoke anything
I ain't even drink anything
It must be the ganja
It's the marijuana
That's creeping up on me
while I'm so high
Maybe it's the Henney that
has gotten in me
Whatever's gotten into me
I don't mind
It must be the Ganja
It's the marijuana
That's creeping up on me while
I'm so high
Maybe it's the Henney that
has gotten in me
whatever's got into me
I don't mind