Celebrity - Eminem (埃米纳姆)/Akon (阿肯)/Lloyd Banks

I just touched down Ferrari to concrete

I ain't even home when they're talking about me

F**k out my ear if you talking about free

N**ga free don't pay the bills

I'm ballin all-out B

These rappers don't know me

Nah I ain't your homey

If your name ain't Em Ferrari or Tony

I like my wheel chromey

My Bentley my Rolly

My Magnum my phonie

South Jamaica shawty

These slugs I took in the gut yo

The work's still here I'm just cooking it up slow

Clear my mind and whipping the truck low

I pop death

You're looking to a sun dawg

If rap ain't work I be pimpin' on some ho

Still eating lobster and shrimp in the bungalow

I'm back like crack over the drum roll

You know wherever I go the gun go

We on the grind

All the time

Ain't 'bout to let a n**ga come and snatch mine

I keep a nine

To see the shine

I might let your a** slide this time

While I get this paper paper

While I get this paper paper

Cause I'm a celebrity

Ghetto celebrity

Cause I'm a celebrity

Ghetto celebrity

Ain't nothing changed n**ga

The media will test ya popularity is pressure

Porche Panamera platinum hammer through the metal

Wreck a booth up I'm too tough

That inner city grammar step your jewels up

They bruised up I'll sparkle for the camera

Harsh reality's what pulls them

And holding them back from opening

Verbal attack all over these n**gas

Push the herd to the back

I'm the kind that they prey on

Spending half of they day on

Lay on n**gas for days the shots spray on

My sound system knock and it pound 2 pac

6 4 jumping like the ground too hot

They spot me they chase a n**ga down two blocks

Two shots in the air for n**gas that ain't here

Two tone two door grey top blue floor

Green guap galore in and out of new hall

That bright light you saw was a paparazzi flash

I'm tryna snap a picture through your Maserati glass

We on the grind

All the time

Ain't 'bout to let a n**ga come and snatch mine

I keep a nine

To see the shine

I might let your a** slide this time

While I get this paper paper

While I get this paper paper

Cause I'm a celebrity

Ghetto celebrity

Cause I'm a celebrity

Ghetto celebrity

Ain't nothing changed n**ga

There are enough insults in my head to fill up a swear jar

And have it overflowing

So don't get me going don't dare start

You'll never see me again Amelia Earhart

I'm popping a wheelie off to a really unfair start

I'm past grinding for me guess I just be grounded up

Like ground round or a pound of chuck

Tightly wound as f**k

Till the Fire Marshalls come shut

Fire Marshall down and up

I suggest you better shut the f**k up

And stop f**king around and duck

I ain't playing this time I told you I'm out for blood

So to say I keep it 100 would probably sound redundant

Like calling a b**ch a ho or asking a gal to suck

And blow on your d**k c**k is she up to screwing down to f**k

It's a man's world and I'm trapped in a land of smut

With a thousand sluts strapped and muzzled

Running through a house of mutts

In other words I'm shutting every one of you b**ches' mouths up

And I'm watching my language if I tell you to kiss my f**king butt

And ain't sh*t changed my sh*t still don't stink player

My farts may have gotten staler ever since

I became a trailer park celebrity

Maybe my complexion became a little paler

Poster child for white trash

I'm a garbage pail kid sailor yeah

See me I'm all up on your b**ch means I'mma R**e her

All I got for these h*es is d**k duct tape and a stapler

So b**ch you better look for table scraps to scrape up

I don't subscribe to the news or the free press

But homie I get the paper

F**king stupid