Heat - 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 stick 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’m a 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 fact I agree on with Donald is that

So when I put this palm on your cat

Don’t snap, it’s supposed to be grabbed

Why do you think they call it a snatch

I just wanna climb in the sack

I’ma keep it 100, like my speedometer’s at

I’m watching you rap, I’m the dude following in back

About six cars back, I’m in the lac

And I want to (uh)

All day, all day, all night

You ask, I stay the night

With you, you say you’re vile

Me too, you’re burning up

I’m running…

All day, all night

You feel, my heat (fire…)

Feel, feel, feel, feel, feel, my heat

Hate to inconvenience you at the convenience store

But those jeans you wore, like I’ve never seen before

I pretend to work there, while I clean the floor

Checking you out, like the clerk, while he rings you up

Pull up behind you while you’re leaving and you don’t even know it (ayo, Rick,

man)

She’s brushing her hair, adjusting her 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 isn’t up in the air

It’s something to see

But just like a girl who thinks her coochie doesn’t stink

If she ain’t planning to do shit, this summers 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?)

Let her come to me, male sweater, some degree, fail

Fuck it, pull up beside her

Sideswipe her, Dodge Vipe-her

What is a brighter ass if she wants a computer lodged in her vagina?

Said my dick is an apple, she said put it inside her

I said…

All day, all day, all night

You ask, I stay the night

With you, you say you’re vile

Me too, you’re burning up

I’m running…

All day, all night

You feel, my heat (fire…)

Feel, feel, feel, feel, feel, my heat

Black out, come to, hands covered in blood

Motherfucking gloves and a shover stuck in the mud

I just bodied the beat, so that hoe must’ve been dug

Cause it just died like «ooh, food coloring, duh»

So let’s get turnt, like a shish kebab, twist it Ma

Like an Air Conditioning knob

We 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, rubbing off on you

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 the mother chumps on the back burner

You got puns, I got asperger’s

Just let me rest my head in between that set of Ds

While I shred MC’s, like cheddar cheese

That’s just the thoroughbred me in me, ain’t a better breed

My dog thinks so too, look at my predigree

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 or two

Unless it’s the middle finger, to finger you

All day, all day, all night

You ask, I stay the night

With you, you say you’re vile

Me too, you’re burning up

I’m running…

Feel, feel, feel, feel, feel, my heat

Under ones and twos, threes and four (the morning)

Wait for the cut like Neosporin (what?)

He’s mixing it up for me and Lauren

A teddy like short for Theodore

We’re outtie, five thousand

(Who the fuck, it’s my big dick, so everybody get ready right fucking now)