Eminem - Must Be The Ganja lyrics [HD] Chords

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I'm literally getting a chill, spitting at will
Me and Dre have just finished splitting a pill
You're submitting to skills, sitting still
I'm admitting I'm beginning to feel
Like I don't think anyone's real
Faced with a dilemma
I can be Dalai Lama and become a big drama
A step beyond the Dekiridama
Please don't upset me, mama
You're looking sexy, mama
Don't know if it's the lala or the rum and Pepsi, mama
Don't wanna end up inside my refrigerator freezer
But use this extra topping
The next time I make a pizza
How many people you know who can name
Every serial killer who ever existed in a row
Put them in chronological order
Beginning with Jack the Ripper
Name the time and place from the body
To bag the zipper
Location of the goods where the body was dragged and then dumped
The trunk that they were stuffed in the model
To make the plate and which model
Which slaked the ground during the hot air attack that it come
Say which murder weapon was used to do what
And which one, which knife or which gun
What kid would wipe the which nun
No, stop, I like this, it's fun
The fucking nicest people
It's the ganja, it's the marijuana
Creeping up on me while I'm so high
Maybe it's the inmate
That's got an inmate
Whatever's got into me, I don't mind
It's the ganja, it's the marijuana
Creeping up on me while I'm so high
Maybe it's the inmate
That's got an inmate
Whatever's got into me, I don't mind
When I'm behind I'm like dynamite
But it's kinda like
You're stuck with the same stick
That you're trying to like behind the boards
Grey, legends are made this way
Isn't it safe to say this is the way it should be
Maybe you need some lyric syrup
Serum for your symptoms
Here's a dosage of the antidote, now you give him some
He can give her some, she can give him some
Keep behind the lint drum
Make off a beat and kill the sucker syndrome
The spinning drum when it comes to lyrics
And ten and some
Starting from scratch and then ending up at the end
And a capable opinion of
Bullets are so unbelievable, it's a
Titanium, pranium, the full of surprises
When the smoke rises
Right before your very own eyes
Just staring to your stereo screens
Good evening, this isn't even a weeping
I ain't even smoke anything
I ain't even drinking
Maybe it's the ganja, it's the marijuana
Creeping up on me while I'm so high
Maybe it's the inmate
That's got an inmate
Whatever's got into me, I don't mind
Maybe it's the ganja, it's the marijuana
Creeping up on me while I'm so high
Maybe it's the inmate
That's got an inmate
Whatever's got into me, I