Eminem comes after Trump in explosive ballad on Big Sean’s brand-new book

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Eminem would like to be the American buster who gets away with saying the most ridiculous and and offensive events again. Thanks, Donald Trump, he’ll take it from here.

Eminem comes after Trump and everything he braces dear( his label) in a lyric on Big Sean’s “No Favors” from his just-released book, I Decided. “I’m anti, can’t no government handle a commando, ” spits Slim Shady. “Your man don’t miss it, Trump’s a bitch!/ I’ll oblige his whole brand go under.”

Eminem too raps about abusing and killing ladies because some things will never change.

Read his entire polarizing poem below 😛 TAGEND

If she was flavor, I won’t save her
No taste buds, ho, subsequently!
Fuck you lookin’ at, hater?
I understood them attentions, like an ass raper
Try to emulate my swag like a cheating classmate
I’ll be the last appearance you verify before you pass
When you get your fuckin’ ass graded like a math paper
So ahead of my era, “late” means I’m early
My age is altering, I’m basically 30
Amazingly sturdy, zany and wordy
Brainy and nerdy, blatantly dirty
Insanely perverted, rapey and scurvy
They blame me for murdering Jamie Lee Curtis
Said I placed her face in the furnace, hit her with a infinite heater
A piece of furniture, egg beater, thermos
It may be disturbing, what I’m saying’s cringeworthy
But I’m urinating on Fergie, announce Shady number 81
Surely I’m turning into the Aaron Hernandez of rap
State of emergency, the planet’s having panic attacks
Brady’s returning, matter of fact I may be deserving
Of a pat on the back, like a Patriots jersey
Inexplicable stomach growling from the cavity of it
Like a fuckin’ Terrier hittin’ it
Despicable, dumb it down, ridiculous
Tongue is fouled, shoot off at the fuckin’ mouth
Like a missile, a peal cloud
Hundred pound pistol, pull the trigger, this grease-gun will sound
And you’ll get a round, like Digital Underground
And fuck Ann Coulter with a Klan poster
With a lamp post, entrance manage, shutter
A damn bolt cutter, a sandal, a can opener, a candle, rubber
Piano, a tweed, sucker, some hand soap, butter
A banjo and manhole cover
Hand over the mouth and nose smother
Trample passed over the tramp with the Land Rover
The band, the Lambo, Hummer and Road Runner
Go ham donut, or move Rambo, gotta make an example of her
That’s for Sandra Bland, ho, and Philando
Hannibal on the lamb , no think I am so stubborn
I’m anti, can’t no government treat a commando
Your man don’t want it, Trump’s a bitch
I’ll represent his whole label go under( Yeah)
And tell Dre I’m meet him in L.A
White Bronco like Elway, speeding
I’m bout to run over a chick, Del Rey CD in?
Females stay beatin em, bet you they’ll lay bleeding
And yell, “Wait! ” pleadingbut bellowing is pointless
Like feeding Michel’le helium
Leaving them pale-faced, medium-sized welt
Straight plowing ’em like a cellmate
Seedy, I’m climbing hell’s gate
Bitch, I’m like your problems: self-made
Meaning someone else’s help ain’t necessary, ’cause I’ma

Marshall Mathers also came for most recent racetrack, “Campaign Trail, “ exhausted prior to the election.

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