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Feeling kinky, lip syncing to Too $hort's "Freaky Tales" (Biatch!) Having creepy visions of whiskey drinking And envisioning sneaking into where Christie Brinkley dwells I know this is risky thinking but I wanna stick her like she's decals But when murdering females Better pay attention to these details or you could be derailed Better wear at least three layers of clothing or be in jail If you get scratched because your DNA'll Be all up under her fingernails Man, he hears you, I don't think he cares He gives a fuck, even his pinky swears Three personalities burstin' out of me, please beware Her TV blares, can't hear the creaking stairs She's unaware in no underwear, she's completely bare Turns around and screams, I remember distinctly I said, "I'm here to do sink repairs" Chop her up, put her body parts In front of Steven Avery's trailer and leave 'em there
But hey man, I was framed I know what this looks like, officers Please just give me one minute I think I can explain I ain't murdered nobody I know these words are so nutty But I'm just here to entertain How come your shirt is so bloody? There's a missing person, so what? He's got nothin' to do with me I'm almost certain I was framed
Woke up, it was dawn, musta knew somethin' was wrong Think I'm becomin' a monster 'cause of the drugs that I'm on Donald Duck's on, there's a Tonka Truck in the yard But dog, how the fuck is Ivanka Trump in the trunk of my car? Gotta get to the bottom of it to try to solve it Must go above and beyond, 'cause it's incumbent upon me Plus I feel somewhat responsible for the dumb little blonde Girl, that motherfuckin' baton twirler that got dumped in the pond Second murder with no recollection of it Collectin' newspaper articles, cuttin' out sections from it Memory's too fucked to remember, destructive temper Cut my public defender's jugular then stuck him up in a blender Another dismembered toddler discovered this winter probably 'Cause the disassembled body Was covered up in the snow since the month of November oddly I'm wanted for questioning Them son of a bitches probably just wanna pin this on me
But hey man, I was framed I know what this looks like, officers Please just give me one minute I think I can explain I ain't murdered nobody I know these words are so nutty But I'm just here to entertain How come your shirt is so bloody? There's a missing person, so what? He's got nothin' to do with me I'm almost certain I was framed
About this track
"Framed" is a song by Eminem from the album Revival, released in 2017. The song was written by David Byron, Eminem, FredWreck, Ken Hensley, Fredwreck Nassar, Marshall Mathers. It was produced by Eminem, FredWreck, Fredwreck Nassar.
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Produced by Eminem, FredWreck, Fredwreck Nassar
Still on the loose, they Spotted me inside McDonald's Tuesday In a Toronto Blue Jays cap, lookin' like your college roommate With Rihanna, Lupe, Saddam Hussein, Bobby Boucher Or was it Cool J? The cops is on a goose chase Just escaped from the state pen For effin' eight women who hate men Don't make it no weirder, I'm naked When I break in your basement Under your baby's blanket, I lay in, wait adjacent Facin' the door, remainin' patient while stayin' complacent Blatant sexual implications are continuin' to get thrown Insinuations are placed in little riddles and poems Left on your pillow in hopes, that when you get home You'll get the hint, ho I'm in your window But it never occurred to me I could describe a murder scene In a verse and be charged with first degree 'Cause it just happened to match up perfectly With the massacre or the Burger King burglary No, officer, you see
I was framed I know what this looks like, officers Please just give me one minute I think I can explain I ain't murdered nobody I know these words are so nutty But I'm just here to entertain How come your shirt is so bloody? There's a missing person, so what? He's got nothin' to do with me I'm almost certain I was framed
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