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Jimmy, Brian and Mike Lyrics – Eminem

Jimmy, Brian and Mike Lyrics by Eminem is latest English song with music also given by Eminem, Mike Elizondo & Dr. Dre. Jimmy, Brian and Mike song lyrics are written by Luis Resto, Ronnie DeVoe, Ricky Bell, Ralph Tresvant, Michael Bivins, Mike Elizondo, Dr. Dre & Eminem.

Jimmy, Brian and Mike Lyrics - Eminem

Jimmy, Brian and Mike Song Detail

Song Name: Jimmy, Brian and Mike
Singer: Eminem
Composer: Eminem, Mike Elizondo, Dr. Dre
Lyrics by: Luis Resto, Ronnie DeVoe, Ricky Bell, Ralph Tresvant, Michael Bivins, Mike Elizondo, Dr. Dre, Eminem

Jimmy, Brian and Mike Lyrics

 

Yeah! Woo, yeah!
Fetch me a beer, man
The fu*king red wings are playing
Aye! The fu*king red wings are playing, man
Fu*k, shut up, man
You’re gonna fu*king 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 (whoa)
Acid, you don’t got that? Just melt plastic
That’s it, now let it smoke and smell that sh!T
I can’t see sh!T, you’re fogging up the room
Gimme that sh!T, b!Tch
You’re hogging the balloon (hey!)
I might just suck nitrous all night long
If I just die, mike, just call my mom (9-1-1)
Greg can drink a whole keg through a funnel
Put his foot through it and crawl in it like a tunnel
From the 3-1-3 to the 8-1-0
Hey! Brian, you ain’t covering the rush hole
You’re not doing it right, pay attention
Who the fu*k taught you to smoke, bill clinton?
C’mon, inhale, puff, pass, puff, pass
Okay, that’s enough, damn
Tom, that’s my mom’s lamp, goddamn
Dude, fu*king calm down (sorry for that)
Look at you guys, you’re making 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 them off,” wait
You’re breaking his neck (alright)
You grab that end, d!Ck, 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

Chicka!
Ronnie, bobby, ricky and mike (chicka)
Ronnie, bobby, ricky and mike (ch-)
Ronnie, bobby, ricky and mike (chicka)
Ronnie, bobby, ricky and mike

I spilled beer on the carpet
But the walls are drunk, you a$$hole
I ain’t leaning on them, I’m holding them up
Sh!T, tonight, man, I ain’t holding them up
I’m opening up shop to the cops and closing it shut
Nineteen shots might seem like a lot, but it’s not
I ain’t even buzzing, man, I swear to god
Tom, stop, you’re gonna scare the dog
He is gonna bark and mr. Johnson’s gonna come downstairs
And, ugh
“Hey! I want some peace and quiet here
Or I’ma send the goddamn police in riot gear”
Shut up mr. Johnson, don’t even start
Go have another fu*king heart attack, you old fart
I hate that guy, brian, that’s the hamper
What’s the matter, you can’t go to the damn bathroom?
“Sorry, I had to sh!T, dude, where’s the tissue?”
I dunno, just use this xxl issue
Look at this house, who put this couch crooked?
Ow, stupid, you just stepped on my foot, now look it
It looks like I just stepped in a mud puddle
You fu*king d!Ck (I’m sorry)
Shut up, butthole, you prolly did it on purpose
You fu*king drunk bastard
Here, take your keys, go cruising up gratiot
I hate you guys, you ain’t my friends
Look what you just did to my mom’s eight by tens
Now she’s gonna blame me, I hope you’re happy now
Party’s over, everybody get your a$$es out
Out, I said out, put the 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 (ch-chicka)
Ronnie, bobby, ricky and mike
Ronnie, bobby, ricky and mike

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