Eminem — Heat

[Intro: John C. Reilly] Wanna take it from the top? [Verse 1: Eminem] Lady, you remind me of my raps on that Relapse shit 'Cause you got an ass thick as them accents Two ass-cheek implants, call that an asset 'Cause you could set a glass on it, it's massive From the first time I saw you, I actually Said to myself: "I gotta meet her" 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'ma bust, maybe I'm just ahead of myself Let me slow down, slow your Camaro I'm tryna catch up, I'm tryna jump your bones to the marrow Got me under your control and your spell Wanna wrap you up, put you in a bow like an arrow Grab you by the (Meow!), 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 hundred like my speedometer's at I'm watchin' you rap, I'm the dude followin' back About six cars, I'm in the 'lac, and I wanna fack [Pre-Chorus: Eminem] All day, all day, all night You ask, I'll stay the night With you, you say you're fire Me too, you're burning up I want it— [Chorus: Mark Wahlberg (& John C. Reilly)] All day, all night You feel, my heat (fire) Feel, feel, feel, feel, feel My heat [Verse 2: Eminem] Hate to inconvenience you at the convenience store But them jeans you wore are like I've never seen before I pretend I work there while I clean the floor Checkin' you out like the clerk while he rings you up Pull out behind you when you're leavin' And you don't even know it (word, yo Rick, man!) She's brushin' her hair, adjustin' her mirror She's rappin' 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 for some to see So like a chick who thinks her coochie don't stink If she ain't plannin' to do shit this summer's eve Maybe she wants to keep me company But fuck the Pepé Le Pew shit! "Ain't steppin' to you, bitch," I say to myself Plus she's bumpin' my music, ain't chasin' 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 (Could you repeat that again?) "Letter" come to me—"mail." "Sweater", "heat," "some degree." Fail Fuck it, pull up beside her Sideswipe her Dodge Viper, wood is so bright I ask does she want a computer lodged in her vagina Said my dick is an apple, she said put it inside her I said— [Pre-Chorus: Eminem] All day, all day, all night You ask, I'll stay the night With you, you say you're fire Me too, you're burning up I want it— [Chorus: Mark Wahlberg (& John C. Reilly)] All day, all night You feel, my heat (fire) Feel, feel, feel, feel, feel My heat [Verse 3: Eminem] Black out, come to, hands covered in blood Motherfuckin' gloves and a shovel stuck in the mud I just bodied the beat, so that hole musta been dug 'Cause it just died like food coloring (duh!) So let's get turnt like a shish kabab Twist it, ma, like an air-conditioning knob We'd 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 rubbin' off on ya I love your personality, come on, little mama You're hot enough to melt Rick's beat, come jump in the water I bet you get your self-esteem from your persona With an ass to match, girl, your Body is lit, you're striking, I'm a gas, girl, you're Just gonna have to put them other chumps on the back burner You got buns, I got Asperger's Just let me rest my head between that set of D's While I shred MC's like cheddar cheese That's just the thoroughbred in me, ain't a better breed My dog thinks so too—look at my pedigree! (Roof!) Ma, the world is what I think of you I think you're divine, so I might swing on you I'm just kiddin', girl, I wouldn't lift a finger, too Unless it's the middle one to finger you [Pre-Chorus: Eminem] All day, all day, all night You ask, I'll stay the night With you, you say you're fire Me too, you're burning up I want it— [Chorus: Mark Wahlberg & John C. Reilly] Feel, feel, feel, feel, feel My heat [Outro: Eminem & Mark Wahlberg] On the ones and twos, to three or four in the mornin' Rick's on the cut like Neosporin (Girls!) He's mixin' it up for me, and you're in A teddy like short for Theodore We're outtie, five thousand I wanna fuck, it's my big dick So everybody get ready fucking now!