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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Eminem
Eminem
Vocals
Beastie Boys
Beastie Boys
Sampled Artist
Jason Lader
Jason Lader
Bass
John C. Reilly
John C. Reilly
Sampled Artist
Rick Rubin
Rick Rubin
Turntables
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rick Rubin
Rick Rubin
Songwriter
Marshall Mathers
Marshall Mathers
Songwriter
J. Simmons
J. Simmons
Songwriter
Adam Keefe Horovitz
Adam Keefe Horovitz
Songwriter
Darryl McDaniels
Darryl McDaniels
Songwriter
L. Smith
L. Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rick Rubin
Rick Rubin
Producer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Dr. Dre
Dr. Dre
Mixing Engineer
Mike Strange
Mike Strange
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Wanna take if from the top?
[Verse 2]
Lady, you remind me of my raps on that "Relapse" shit
'Cause you got an ass thicker than them accents
Two ass cheek implants, call that an ass set
'Cause you can sit a glass on it, it's massive
From the first time I saw you, I actually said to myself
"I gotta meter, 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 gonna bust
Maybe I'm just ahead of myself
Let me slow down, slow your Camaro
I'm trying to catch up
I'm trying to jump your post to the mail
Got me under your control and your spell
Wanna wrap you up and put you in a bow like and arrow
Grab you by the p****, hope it's not a problem, in fact
About the only thing I agree on with Donald is that
So when I put this palm on your cat, don't snap
It's supposed to get grabbed
Why you think they call it a snatch?
I just wanna climb in the sack
I'ma keep it a hunnid, like my speedometer's at
I'm watching you rap, I'm the dude following back
About six cars, and I'm in the 'Lac, and I wanna hit
[Verse 3]
All day, all day, all night
You asked, I stayed all night with you
You say you're on fire, me too
I'm burning up, I want it
All day, all night, you feel my heat
Fire!
Feel, feel, feel, feel, feel
My heat
[Verse 4]
Hate to inconvenience you at the convenience store
But them jeans you wore are like I never seen before
I pretend I work there, while I clean the floor
Checking you out like the clerk, while he rings you up
Pull up behind you when you leave and you don't even know it
(You should've seen this chick man, yo Rick man)
She's brushing her hair, adjusting the 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 ain't up in the air
But some deceive, so like a chick who thinks her coochie don't stink
If she ain't planning to do shit
This summers eve, maybe she wants to keep me company
But fuck the Pepe Le Pew shit
"Ain't stepping to you, bitch" I say to myself
Plus she's bumping my music, ain't chasing 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
[Verse 5]
(Repeat that again)
Let her, come to, me, male, sweat her
Leave, some degree, fail
[Verse 6]
Fuck it, pull up beside her
Side swipe her Dodge Viper
Wood is so bright, I asked
If she wants a computer lodged in her vagina
Said my dick is an Apple, she said put it inside her
[Verse 7]
I said, all day, all day, all night
You asked, I'll stay the night with you
You say you're on fire, me too
I'm burning up, I want it
All day, all night, you feel my heat
Fire!
Feel, feel, feel, feel, feel
My heat
[Verse 8]
Blackout, come to hands covered in blood
Mother fuckin' gloves and a shovel stuck in the mud
I just bodied the beat, so that hole must've been dug
'Cause it just died, like food coloring does
So let's get turnt like a shish-kebab
Twist it ma, like an air conditioning knob
We be 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 loving off on ya
I love your personality, come on little mama
You're hot enough to melt Ricks beat, come jump in the water
I bet ya give yourself a steam from your persona
With an ass to match, girl your body is lit
You're striking, I'm aghast
Girl, you're just gonna have to put them other chumps on the back burner
You got buns, I got Aspergers
Just let me rest my head between that set of D's
While I shred emcees like cheddar cheese
It's just the thoroughbred in me, ain't a better breed
My dog thinks so too, look at my pedigree
(Ruff!)
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 to
Unless it's the middle one, to finger you
[Verse 9]
All day, all day, all night
You asked, I'll stay the night with you
You say you're on fire, me too
I'm burning up, I want it
Feel, feel, feel, feel, feel
My heat
[Verse 10]
On the ones and twos, the three and four and
Good morning, Rick's on the cut like Neosporin (Whuttup!)
He's mixing it up for me and your and
A Teddy, like short for Theodore and
We're Audi five thousand
[Verse 11]
(I wanna fuck, it's my big dick, so everybody get ready, fucking now!)
Written by: Adam Horovitz, D. McDaniels, J. Simmons, L Smith, Marshall Mathers, R. Rubin
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