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Eminem's Woobie
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Robbie:
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Now, this one's from a quote by Eminem's Mum, about him never leaving his "woobie" - that's his security blanket - behind. Plus, Scod used to get called "Egg Carton" at school. I dunno why. Neither does he.
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Tripod:
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Do do doo... do do do do...
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Do do doo... do do do do...
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Do do doo... do do do do...
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Do do doo... do do do do...
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Gatesy:
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Since the beginning of time I've been able to rhyme,
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The kids never gave me trouble, they could never burst my bubble.
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I was growing stubble at the age of five,
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An individual feature, it'd impress the lady teachers.
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But the principal never saw the funny side.
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He would send me home all alone, with my Mum working at the foam company,
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There'd never be anyone around to comfort me.
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I see... the me... I tried... to fly... but why... do I...
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Rely on an itty-bitty blanket?
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I'll cry... if you... refuse... to use...
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A little bit of class, my arse is on the line here.
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I'm confessing a line, I'll confide,
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I'd never be the man I am without the love my woobie provides.
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Gatesy:
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Come on!
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Gatesy:
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Not without...
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Yon:
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Not without...
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Scod:
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Not without...
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Tripod:
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My woobie.
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Gatesy:
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Not without...
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Yon:
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Not without...
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Scod:
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Not without...
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Tripod:
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My woobie.
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Gatesy:
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Not without...
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Yon:
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Not without...
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Scod:
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Not without...
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Yon:
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It's a blanket which is discoloured on account of saliva.
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As I stand in a court of law, awaiting my sentence for all the things that I did,
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Poisoning all the kids' minds, and pretending to kill my wife Kim,
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And befriending Sir Elton John.
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I'm sorry for that, I'm sorry for that.
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I won't apologise for killing a cat, or drowning a bat, but I'm sorry for that.
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I hope God's not a faggot.
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And will the members of the jury please stand up?
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I'm going to enter my plea, 'cause I'm guilty.
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And I'd do it again, but when you put me away today,
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I hope and I pray I can sway y'all.
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Don't fai-oll me, let me take my woobie into jai-oll.
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Gatesy:
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Not without...
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Yon:
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Not without...
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Scod:
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Not without...
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Tripod:
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My woobie.
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Gatesy:
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Not without...
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Yon:
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Not without...
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Scod:
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Not without...
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Tripod:
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My woobie.
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Gatesy:
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Not without...
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Yon:
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Not without...
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Scod:
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Not without...
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Tripod:
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Dynamite, you should thank me,
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'Cause I'm slim, never skanky.
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Laughing all the way to the bank-y,
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It's just me and my blankie.
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Dynamite, you should thank me,
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'Cause I'm slim, never skanky.
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Laughing all the way to the bank-y,
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It's just me and my blankie.
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Gatesy:
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Yo, introducing...
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Scod:
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Yo, and when I'm in the ground, and when I'm in the ground,
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And my rappin' is over and I'm heavenly-bound.
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And if I go supernova I'll be up in the clouds,
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The shroud I burned out, but I'm proud,
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'Cause I was too loud for you, and I was head of the crowd.
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St. Peter, what a treat-a, nice to meet'cha, nice white sheet-a.
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Won't you lead the way through the heavenly gate?
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But wait...
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Gatesy:
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Not without...
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Yon:
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Not without...
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Scod:
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Not without...
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Tripod:
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My woobie.
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Gatesy:
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Not without...
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Gatesy:
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That's Egg Carton playing the guitar, y'all!
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Yon:
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Not without...
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Scod:
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Not without...
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Scod:
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Thank you!
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Tripod:
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My woobie.
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Gatesy:
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Not without...
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Yon:
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Not without...
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Scod:
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Not without...
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Tripod:
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Dynamite, you should thank me,
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'Cause I'm slim, never skanky.
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Laughing all the way to the bank-y,
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It's just me and my blankie.
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