Doe Ray Me (Hailie's Revenge)
Lyrics Eminem

Featuring: D12 & Obie Trice

Get on your knees n*gga, get on your knees and pray!
[Ja Rule]
Em you claim your mothers a crack head and Kim is a known slut, so what's Halie gonna be when she grows up?

Ha ha, yeah, come on!
[Halie] What??
[Eminem] Come here baby
Bring daddy his Oscar
[Halie] Okay
[Eminem] We're gonna shove it up Ja Rule's ass
[Halie laughs]

I'm about to get rid of some hoes it's simple
I put the Murder Inc with lead and I'm not talking about a pencil
Look at what the f*ck you dun got into
I see you found your snitch you're just a b*tch with a menstrual
Claiming you a murderer and spelt it wrong
You put the "E" before the "D" because that's all you on
You on Pac's d*ck (b*tch) you a replica guy if he were still alive you would never get by
All you do is cry b*tch keep it real life is more than imitating n*ggas and eating pills
And what kind of motherf*cker ruins 3 deals that another n*gga got you they didn't see
And I ain't playing your a brother getting cheated
And Ja Rule be praying on his cover cause he need it
And you n*ggas hating shut your mouths
It's just the real n*ggas ain't buying that sh*t you put out

Doe Rae Me but we don't sing motherf*ckers
So Murda Inc do your thing motherf*ckers
You unleashed on a team who expects nothing less then R 'n' B coming from that regime
Regime is a little extreme neck to neck with soldiers motherf*cking marines
Ja sold his soul to sing we have witnessed teen on the TV screen chase the dream
Now that you embrace the green don't f*ck with the triple beams
You're a motherf*cking actor slash Pac impersonating rapper
Slash Billy Holiday how it happen?
Artists with repituares saw him in action, Pac's assassination
Def jam grabbed him, told him reenact him you'll go platinum
They seen it for sure I know that Afeni Shakur don't enjoy Jeffrey Atkins
Reenacting her boy saw him click clacking his toy
Match and destroy Shady slash Aftermath in Detroit motherf*cker

Doe Rae Me Fa So La Dee Da
Don't play me cause your washed up, lost your spot
Mama say mama sa Macosaca
Ja quit playing now get off your not Tupac
Doe Rae Me cause we're hot and you're not
Going at me is the only shot you got
Ja quit playing now get off your not Tupac
You can get popped after all that sh*t you talk

[Kon Artis]
Now we can skip past the mean mugs, get to the slugs
To grievance and the crying and intimate hugs
We don't take you serious n*gga you shook,
You're half of a half-way crook n*gga get off X d*ck go sing a hook n*gga
And you can't replace the late great one and when your gone you'll only be the late fake
N*gga please stick the script before the guns stick to the clip
And Benzino you ain't sh*t but a b*tch, f*cking old ass ignorant innocent looking senior citizen
Built up slap you like renaissance sicitive wait a minute hold on
Is it me or do we look like a banana with braids and clothes on
A b*tch made man now how you gonna connect with them short ass arms like a Tyrannosaurus Rex
You n*ggas can scream, holla and curse and go ahead and respond
Pull that pen and pad up out of your purse

Slim set an impulse to get at the wankstas
He told me to let loose and spit at the gangstas
What up gotti were in this little war you pushed on
Put your ear to the drama for stucky and bush stones
What's wrong? didn't think were strong with real n*ggas
Roll like a boss in the streets they still feel us
This real witness you all ain't caught the concept
You're talking non sense to walking bomb threats
Contacts were blown by Benzetta in the Source
Threatening at the boss you're gonna see me on your porch
Now I've got the nerve to try serve on us
But Detroit n*ggas curve and they stirs to bust

Do I gotta get my n*gga bugs, punks like you get beat up
Stomped unconscience and smacked with the heater
This rap cookie monster gets jabbed in the tonsils
With dicks so much that he should be fixed with a vagina
Who's behind ya? Caddillac, Pac or that transvestite that dress like a Lil Kim Fox
Your just like a little wind box when I press tight on the trigger of this glock
That's right on the little sh*t you got left to help you eat
You not Pac's songs without laws will help you sleep
You got shot in your video trying to mock pac your "mock"avelli get your own identity

Doe Rae Me Fa So La Dee Da
(Don't EVER say my little girl's name in a song again)
Don't play me cause you're washed up, lost your spot
Mama say mama sa Macosaca
(F*cking punk pussy, BITCH!)
Ja quit playing now get off your not Tupac
Doe Rae Me cause we're hot and you're not
(I'm gonna f*ck you up boy)
Going at me is the only shot you got
(Never again in your mother f*cking life)
Ja quit playing now get off your not Tupac
(Gonna shoot the sh*t outta you little f*cking midgets,
Hailie will whip your mother f*cking asses)
You can get popped after all that sh*t you talk

[Obie Trice]
Yeah, that's right motherf*ckers
Shady Records, what you know about?
F*ck Benzino, f*ck Ja Rule
N*gga, this is Obie Trice right here talking to you mother f*ckers
Ja Rule punk ass yeah
F*ck his soul for real ass
N*gga that's soul, that's the n*gga from 'soul for real'
Candy rain ass n*gga you got a deal now you rapping
You don't know us, fagot ass mother f*ckers
Give money to all my real n*ggas
Obie Trice, D12, G-Unit, 50 Cent, Hailie Jade Hahahaha

Daddy is Ja Rule taller than me?

No honey you guys are the same size


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