Heat Lyrics – Eminem
The Fire Marshall returns with “Heat,” the latest addition to Em’s collection of playful and light-hearted songs. An example of a such song from an earlier album is “My Fault” from The Slim Shady LP.| Song Name : | Heat |
| Album / Movie : | Revival |
| Singer : | Eminem |
| Music Label : | Aftermath Entertainment, Shady Records, and Interscope Records |
| Cast : | Eminem |
You wanna take it from the top?Lady, you remind me of my raps on that Relapse shit‘Cause you got an ass thick as them accentsTwo ass-cheek implants, call that an asset‘Cause you could set a glass on it, it’s massiveFrom the first time I saw you, I actuallySaid to myself: “I gotta meet her” like a taxiExactly, love affair in the backseatSorry if I’m being graphicBut I’m stiff as a statue, you sat on a shelfI feel like I’ma bust, maybe I’m just ahead of myselfLet me slow down, slow your CamaroI’m tryna catch up, I’m tryna jump your bones to the marrowGot me under your control and your spellWanna wrap you up, put you in a bow like an arrowGrab you by the (meow), hope it’s not a problem, in factAbout the only thing I agree on with Donald is thatSo when I put this palm on your catDon’t snap, it’s supposed to get grabbedWhy do you think they call it a snatch?I just wanna climb in the sackI’ma keep it a hundred like my speedometer’s atI’m watchin’ you rap, I’m the dude followin’ backAbout six cars, I’m in the ‘lac, and I wanna fack
All day, all day, all nightYou ask, I’ll stay the nightWith you, you say you’re fireMe too, you’re burning upI want it
All day, all nightYou feel, my heat (fire)Feel, feel, feel, feel, feelMy heat
Hate to inconvenience you at the convenience storeBut them jeans you wore are like I’ve never seen beforeI pretend I work there while I clean the floorCheckin’ you out like the clerk while he rings you upPull out behind you when you’re leavin’And you don’t even know it (word, yo Rick, man)She’s brushin’ her hair, adjustin’ her mirrorShe’s rappin’ my shit, but she wasn’t awareI was there, or maybe she was and just didn’t careWho knows? At least that ain’t up in the air for some to seeSo like a chick who thinks her coochie don’t stinkIf she ain’t plannin’ to do shit this summer’s eveMaybe she wants to keep me companyBut fuck the Pepé Le Pew shit“Ain’t steppin’ to you, bitch, ” I say to myselfPlus she’s bumpin’ my music, ain’t chasin’ no tail like a skunk in heatI could sweat her to some degreeBut fuck it, I’m the male, let her come to me(Could you repeat that again?)Letter, come to me, mail, sweater, heat, some degree, failFuck it, pull up beside herSideswipe her Dodge Viper, wood is so brightI ask does she want a computer lodged in her vaginaSaid my dick is an apple, she said put it inside herI said
All day, all day, all nightYou ask, I stay the nightWith you, you say you’re fireMe too, you’re burning upI want it
All day, all nightYou feel, my heat (fire)Feel, feel, feel, feel, feelMy heat
Black out, come to, hands covered in bloodMotherfuckin’ gloves and a shovel stuck in the mudI just bodied the beat, so that hole musta been dug‘Cause it just died like food coloring (duh)So let’s get turnt like a shish kababTwist it, ma, like an air-conditioning knobWe’d be great togetherDon’t care if it takes foreverIf I gotta wait, I guess it’s better late than neverYou felt my heat rubbin’ off on yaI love your personality, come on, little mamaYou’re hot enough to melt Rick’s beat, come jump in the waterI bet you get your self-esteem from your personaWith an ass to match, girl, yourBody is lit, you’re striking, I’m a gas, girl, you’reJust gonna have to put them other chumps on the back burnerYou got buns, I got Asperger’sJust let me rest my head between that set of D’sWhile I shred MC’s like cheddar cheeseThat’s just the thoroughbred in me, ain’t a better breedMy dog thinks so too, look at my pedigreeMa, the world is what I think of youI think you’re divine, so I might swing on youI’m just kiddin’, girl, I wouldn’t lift a finger or twoUnless it’s the middle one to finger you
All day, all day, all nightYou ask, I stay the nightWith you, you say you’re fireMe too, you’re burning upI want it
Feel, feel, feel, feel, feelMy heat
On the ones and twos, to three or four in the mornin’Rick’s on the cut like Neosporin (girls)He’s mixin’ it up for me, and you’re inA teddy like short for TheodoreWe’re outtie, five thousandI wanna fuck, it’s my big dickSo everybody get ready fucking now