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Buffalo Bill Lyrics Ahh! You sick asshole, let me go Somebody please! Help! Oh my God, please help me! Oh It fits perfect Better watch out, sucker, now I got you where I want ya Onslaught coming, and Im packing in my lunch a Bunch of missile launchers and a bunch of contra– –band, van full of ganja; now, come on, jump Man, stop moshin Marshall; oh my God, ya Doing the cha-cha and the Cucaracha with a quadra– –plegic, boogying down to Frank Sinatra Lindsay to the Lohan, lick it while you let me watch ya Whoda knew the Buddhad do to me what its done? Such cynicism when there’s izm in my system Blunt hypnotism, lift the spliff up to my lips, son So much on my hands, I got to give my kids a fist bump Christo-pher Reeves swimmin in my swim trunks Mister – Help me, is what he said to me, and then sunk Women, skinning them and cutting them up in chunks In comes the woman with cocoa butter skin, once Once again, they call me Buffalo Bill Buffalo Bill, Buffa-Buffalo Bill Skin em up, hem em, sew em up in those kilts Up in those kilts, uppa-up in those kilts Man, you dont want to go up in those hills Up in those hills, uppa-up in those hills You better beware, stay clear of Buffalo Bill Buffalo Bill, Buffa-Buffalo Bill Always, you can see him lurkin in the hallways Carcasses of Caucasian females in his crawl space How the hell did he fit em all into such a small place? Hide em in the wall, well, how long will the drywall take? Well, fuck it then, I got nothing but time, Ill wait Until it dries, for the moment, I guess youre all safe After I sand it and buff it I guess that Ill paint My chainsaws out of gas, my regular saw aint Now, here I come again, damn stomach rumbling You can even hear the evil spirits coming from within Someones in the back of my damn house, rummaging Its a girl, she looks pretty thin, but I want her skin Vinn— On the hunt again, when will it ever end? Evelyn, why you trying to fight? You will never win Severin legs, arms; damn, there goes another limb Pull the lever, then; trapdoor, death is evident Once again, they call me Buffalo Bill Buffalo Bill, Buffa-Buffalo Bill Skin em up, hem em, sew em up in those kilts Up in those kilts, uppa-up in those kilts Man, you dont want to go up in those hills Up in those hills, uppa-up in those hills You better beware, stay clear of Buffalo Bill Buffalo Bill, Buffa-Buffalo Bill Now, what you know about Buffalo Bill? Nothin, so chill Fuckin ho, you better fuckin hold still Make sure none of that lotion in the bucket dont spill Cut em, gut em, and just get to stuffin those girls Man, I think she had enough of those pills Sedate her, then I wait, I come back later Just a-clutching those steel Blades, baby, when I cut ya dont squeal I hate the loud noises, I fuckin told you! I keep hearing voices, like Wouldnt you like to go and get your butcher knife And push it right through her While you put your shish kebab skewers into her Barbecue her, would you do to her What you usually do to a girl whose skins newer? (In a world of sin you are, this is turning into a Torment tournament of sorts, Christmas ornament you are) Ill be sure to Ginsu ya til theres no more skin to ya Boo-yah! Who ya think youre fucking with? Duck, because here he comes again Once again, they call me Buffalo Bill Buffalo Bill, Buffa-Buffalo Bill Skin em up, hem em, sew em up in those kilts Up in those kilts, uppa-up in those kilts Man, you dont want to go up in those hills Up in those hills, uppa-up in those hills You better beware, stay clear of Buffalo Bill Buffalo Bill, Buffa-Buffalo Bill47Embed

Never Enough Lyrics Theres not much you could do or say to phase me People think Im a little bit crazy I get it from all angles, even occasionally Doc Dre-zie Will have to step in every once in a while to save me To make me stop and think about it fore I just say things Sometimes I forget what other people just may think A lot of rappers probably wouldnt know how to take me If they heard some shit, Id lay the tape fore they erased me I may be a little too fast-paced and racy Sometimes the average listener rewinds and plays me Twenty times cause I say so many rhymes it may seem Like Im goin too fast cause my mind is racing And I could give a fuck what category you place me Long as when Im pushing up daisies And gone as long as you place me amongst one of them greats When I hit the heavenly gates Ill be cool beside Jay-Z For every single die-hard fan who embraced me Im thankful for the talent in which God gave me And Im thankful for the environment that he placed me Believe it or not, I thank my mom for how she raised me In the neighborhood daily that jumped and chased me It only made me what I am today, see Regardless of what anybody believes who hates me You aint gonna make or break me Tryna strip me of my credibility and make me look fake, G Youre only gonna be in for a rude awakening Cause sooner or later you haters are all gonna face me And when you face me with all the shit youve been saving To say to me, you had all this time to think about it Now dont pussy out and try to about face me Cause Ive been patiently waiting for the day That we finally meet in the same place to see No matter how many battles I been in and won No matter how many magazines on my nuts No matter how many emcees I eat up Oh, its never enough No matter how many battles I been in and won No matter how many magazines on my nuts No matter how many emcees I eat up Oh oh, its never enough My flows untouchable, now you gotta face it Uh oh, it gets worse when I go back to the basics You gon say the wrong shit and get your whole face split The smell of victory, love it so much I can taste it I spot my target, blaze it, direct hit Graze it, your peace talk, save it Your shit sounds dated, youre overrated Im obligated to study your moves then crush you motherfuckers If Im the best and the worst, then Gods gift is a curse Soldier trained to destroy – you payin attention, boy? I spit shit, slick shit, so quick you miss it To be specific I go ballistic as hieroglyphic My music is a drug, press play, you aint gotta sniff it Shoot it or pop it, roll it, bag it or chop it Itll get you high over and over, but you gotta cop it When its hot, its hot, your hatin is undeniable, stop it No matter how many battles I been in and won No matter how many magazines on my nuts No matter how many emcees I eat up Oh, its never enough No matter how many battles I been in and won No matter how many magazines on my nuts No matter how many emcees I eat up Oh oh, its never enough41Embed

C’mon Let Me Ride Lyrics And the wheels go around and round, and round If you got a sweet tooth, you can taste my watermelons If the swingset bores you, I can show you all my talents I can wear a tan like other bitches cant You can have all this, boy and there’s only one thing that I want from you Cmon, let me ride your bicycle It’s so fantastical, on your bicycle We can get a little more physical Baby, after all, it’s only natural I feel it comin’, comin’ comin’, ohh I feel it runnin’, runnin’, runnin’, oh! C’mon, let me ride your bicycle It’s so fantastical, on your bicycle, whoa! You want to ride my bicycle, you want to ride my bike If the world starts freezing, I can make it hot and humid If you get a bee sting, I can suck out all the poison I can make you last like other bitches can’t Have I made it clear, boy? Theres only one thing that I want from you, hey C’mon, let me ride your bicycle It’s so fantastical, on your bicycle We can get a little more physical Baby, after all, it’s only natural I feel it comin’, comin’ comin’, ohh I feel it runnin’, runnin’, runnin’, oh! C’mon, let me ride your bicycle It’s so fantastical, on your bicycle, whoa! I’m only fucking with you Fuck you for thinking it’s true I’m not like the sluts in this town They make me blech in my mouth I wanna ride on your bike ‘Cause you’re the boy that I like It’s like I’m a sellout for you But your bike’s so shiny and new She’s distracted, by my reflectors Man, I can tell this chick’s attracted My wheels spoke to her, my Schwinn is a chick magnet Bagging up chicks like a bag of chips With a bag of prophylactics as big as Mick Jagger lips Shagging’s not something Im a pro at, but I ain’t practicing shit Allen Iverson of safe sex Condoms are for practice, man, I skip practice Flip backwards while I flip this bike on its banana seat My fantasy is to have you land where the kickstand is Got this bitch gaggin’, they call me the broad killer I’m the cousin of Godzilla ‘Cause I spit fire and my dick’s draggin, zig-zaggin up the avenue Pullin’ these chicks in my antagonist wagon, screamin’ C’mon, let me ride your bicycle It’s so fantastical, on your bicycle We can get a little more physical Baby, after all, it’s only natural I feel it comin’, comin’ comin’, ohh I feel it runnin’, runnin’, runnin’, oh! C’mon, let me ride your bicycle It’s so fantastical, on your bicycle, whoa! You want to ride my bicycle, you want to ride my bike You want to ride my bicycle, you want to ride my bike, ha ha20Embed

Hello Lyrics Look at these Niggas With Attitudes Look at these Niggas With Attitudes Look at these Niggas With Attitudes Look at these Niggas With Attitudes Hello I started this gangsta shit And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? I started this gangsta shit And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? The motherfuckin world is a ghetto Full of magazines, full clips, and heavy metal When the smoke settle Im just lookin for a big yellow In six inch stilettos Dr. Dre, Hello, perculatin, keep em waitin While you sittin here hatin, yo bitch is hyperventilatin Hopin that we penetratin, you gets naythin Cause I never been to Satan for hardcore administratin Gangbang affiliatin, MC Renll have you Wildin off a zone and a whole half a gallon 9-1-1 emergency Its my son, hes hurtin me On parole for robbery Aint no coppin a plea, aint no stoppin a G Im in the 6, you got to hop in the 3, company monopoly You handle shit sloppily, I drop a ki properly They call me the Don Dada Pop a collar, drop a dollar, if you hear me you can holla Even rottweilers follow the Impala Wanna talk about this concrete? Nigga, Im a scholar The incredible, heterosexual, credible Beg a ho, let it go, dick aint edible Nigga aint federal, I plan shit While you, hand picked motherfuckers, givin up transcripts Look at these Niggas With Attitudes Look at these Niggas With Attitudes I started this gangsta shit And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? I started this gangsta shit And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? Villain blows up yo spot Take yo notebook, yo bitch and yo Glock This motherfucker thought the coochie had a padlock You slapped her ass, thats alarmin Cause she want my Worm like Carmen We chin check niggas, them thin check niggas Run trains on gold diggers, beware these fo niggas Scarin motherfuckers like Stephen King flicks Makin niggas clear the room like a dyke fleein dick Makin 2nd II None shit, nigga like Quik So when I bomb first, nigga, who you rollin with? Fuck that ice on your wrist, fuck yo fine ass bitch Cause you could lose it in a tussle, nigga, watch me hustle Watch niggas kiss my ass without flexin a muscle Bitches, all in the back, they knees waitin to buckle Same time, same channel, dont change the dial Niggas 4 Life, fuckin your wife, these niggas wild I started this gangsta shit And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? I started this gangsta shit And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? Did I fall off? Got you in your room Rippin every Chronic poster on your wall off Just cause I put away the sawed off Now I got you sittin back with a smirk Listening with your arms crossed Questioning Dres credibility Wondering if its still in me to produce hits Yall be killin me As if I need to make mo, I got a mansion And six cars that are paid fo, suck my dick! We came a long way from not givin a fuck Sellin tapes out of a trunk to movin this far up Now we got the whole world starstruck Made a million-plus and still dont give a motherfuck Motherfucker, Im Dre! I dont need your respect I dont need to make another album, bitch, I dont gotta do shit I do it because I want to, not to stay in the game Fuck the fame, Im still stayin the same, lil bitch! I started this gangsta shit And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? I started this gangsta shit And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? Look at these Niggas With Attitudes Look at these Niggas With Attitudes Look at these Niggas With Attitudes Look at these Niggas With Attitudes Look at these Niggas With Attitudes Look at these Niggas With Attitudes Look at these Niggas With Attitudes Look at these Niggas With Attitudes20Embed

That’s All She Wrote Lyrics Now, I dont really care what you call me You can even call me cold These bitches knew as soon as they saw me Its never me theyll get the privilege to know I roll like a desperado Now I never know where Im gonna go Still I ball like theres no tomorrow Until its over and thats all she wrote Youre starin straight into a barrel of hate, terrible fate Not even a slim chance to make a narrow escape Cupid shot his arrow and missed – wait, Sarah, youre late Your train left, mascara and eggs smeared on your face Nights over, goodbye, ho, I thought that I told ya That spilled nut aint nothin to cry over Never shoulda came within range of my Rover Shoulda known I was trouble soon as I rolled up Any chick whos dumb enough after I blindfold her To still come back to the crib must want me to mess with her mind Hold up, she mistook me for some high roller Well, I wont buy her soda unless its Rock & Rye Cola Buy you a bag of Fritos? I wouldnt let you eat the fuckin chip on my shoulder If you was bleach and I was hair I wouldnt dye for ya Tryin to pull five bucks from me is like tryin to pull five molars Youll get your eyes swoll up Im on my straight grizzly, so why would I buy you a gay-ass teddy bear? Bitch, youre already bi-polar Now, I dont really care what you call me You can even call me cold These bitches knew as soon as they saw me Its never me theyll get the privilege to know I roll like a desperado Now I never know where Im gonna go Still I ball like theres no tomorrow Until its over and thats all she wrote TIP told me on this ho tip, best tip I could give you to hip you Is never to let these tricks trick you Mighty ambiguous of you to think I love you slut, shit Dig you, ho? Take a shovel and dig you some dignity, bitch! Shit, you talk about some advice that sticks with you If I should listen to anyone, tell me to stick to my guns Like double stick, its you, but fuck ‘em, TIP, its cool Im chillin like a villain Like the penguin in its fuckin igloo eating fudgesicles I’d rather slip and fall in shit than fall in love with you Before I tie the fuckin knot I’d tie you in one, bitch You think this is some Nintendo game, how fuckin dumb is you? I’ll give you some lumps before I split some lump sums with you So here’s a penny for your thoughts But it won’t buy you a cheeseburger But a nickel might just get you one pickle Fuck it, its official, so blow the whistle, I got a trust issue Theres a bombshell: Scud missile Like I just cuss at you to fuckin cuss at you Like before I rapped I was a motherfuckin stud, slut, thisll Teach you not to come drunk stumbling my way, for shizzle I still live like I budget a Gilberts Lodge check stub, bizzle So fuck Sizzler! These checkers are bust like a blood blister Now, I dont really care what you call me You can even call me cold These bitches knew as soon as they saw me Its never me theyll get the privilege to know I roll like a desperado Now I never know where Im gonna go Still I ball like theres no tomorrow Until its over and thats all she wrote Yeah, I guess life is a bitch – ain’t it, TIP? And each one thinks they the shit Shirt off my back? I wouldnt give you the dirt off my handkerchief I’m givin these hoes a dose of their own medicine Let em get a good taste of it I’m sure you got that relationship memo by now But in case you didnt, I’ll stick this whole pad full of sticky notes to your forehead and staple it Life is too short and I got no time to sit around just wastin it So I pace this shit a little bit quicker; that clock, Im racin it Double timin it, but I still spit triple the amount of insults In a tenth of the time that it may take you pricks To catch on; while you strong arm like Stretch Armstrong Man, I still say K-marts like theres an apostrophe S on it, dog And they say McDonalds isn’t a restaurant, well, I guess I’m wrong But if you gonna tell me that A&W aint the spot For the best hot dogs, you can get the F on, dawg Now, I dont really care what you call me You can even call me cold These bitches knew as soon as they saw me Its never me theyll get the privilege to know I roll like a desperado Now I never know where Im gonna go Still I ball like theres no tomorrow Until its over and thats all she wrote All she wrote, all she wrote I said its over and thats all she wrote All she wrote, all she wrote Yeah, goodnight, it’s over And thats all she wrote14Embed

The Sauce Lyrics Its all bad now, man, its all bad But yall done fucked up now! Yeah! Haha! New shit! Ayo, I just want the whole world to know That I did not start this, but I will finish it Comin up, it never mattered what color you was If you could spit, then you could spit Thats it, thats what it was Back when motherfuckers was straight backpackin Cipherin, fightin for life in this rap For the mic to get passed, and you psyched and you gassed Then you hype, ‘cause you last And you might whoop some ass; if you lost, then you lost Shake hands like a man and you swallowed it When the Unsigned Hype column in The Source was like our only source of light When the mics used to mean somethin, a four was like You were the shit, now its like the least you get Three and a half now just means youre a piece of shit Four and a half or five means youre Biggie, Jigga, Nas Or Benzino—shit, I dont even think you realize Youre playin with motherfuckers lives I done watched Dre get fucked on The Chronic Probably ‘cause I was on it Now you fucked me out of my mics twice, I let it slide I said I wouldnt hold my fuckin breath to get a five Shit, I was right, Ida fuckin died already tryin I swear to God, I never lie, I bet its why You let that bitch give me that bullshit review I sat and took it, I aint look at the shit, we knew Youd probably try and fuck us with Obie and 50 too Fuck a relationship! We through! No more Source to street cred, them days is dead Rays got AKs to Dave Mayss head Every issue theres an eight-page Made Men spread Will somebody please tell whoever braids his head That I am not afraid of this fuckin waste of lead On my pencil, for me to write some shit this simple So, listen closely, as I break it down and proceed This old Gs bout to get smoked like rolled weed You dont know me or my motherfuckin mother You motherfuckin punk! Put me on your fuckin cover just to sell your little sell-out mag I aint mad, I feel bad, heres an ad Heres a poster of Ray-Ray and his dad You wanna talk about some shit That you dont know about, yeah? Lets talk about how youre puttin your own son out there To try to eat off him because you missed your boat Youre never gonna blow, bitch, youre just too old No wonder youre sore now, lordy, youre bored now Im pushin 30, youre kickin 40s door down Bitch, this is war now, and youll never beat me All you do is cheat me out of Quotables But you know that youll always see me on your TV ‘Cause youve got to stay up til three in the mornin To see your video played once on BET So, hee hee hee, who has the last laugh? Aftermath, yeah So, on behalf of our whole staff, kiss our asshole cracks Well never fold or hold back Just know that Benzinos wack; no matter how many times I say his name, hell never blow, jack Youre better off tryin to bring RSO back Look at your track record, thats how far it goes back Its extortion, and Ray owns a portion So, half of the staff up there is fresh out of jail from Boston Bullyin and bossin Dave like a slave They completely brainwashed him, and forced him to stay Locked in his own office Afraid of the softest, fakest, wannabe gangsta in New York And its pitiful, ‘cause I would have never said shit if youd Have kept your mouth shut, bitch, now what? Hit it, Clue! Spit it, Slay! New shit, Exclusive Yo, Lantern, yo Whoo Kid You know what to do with this Use it, Im through, this is stupid I cant believe I stooped to this bullshit to do this And who you callin a bitch, bitch? You owe me!43Embed

American Psycho Lyrics Im the devil, if ever there was such a thing The results of much too many drugs what youre seeing Im a mindfuck, completely dis--sting Im a human mutt, fuck a being Im a dog, fuck lambs, Im silencing em all Im involved in murders forensic science couldnt solve Giant set of balls too big to buy a set of drawers Might as well unzip my fly and let em fall to the floor Each thoughts completely warped Im like a walking, talking Ouija board Speaking in tongues, Ive never spoke this speech before Hhem-delle-la, ennich-me-noughh-mi-niche-mick-norrf Have you ever experienced spirits in lyrics when you hear em Til you scared to stare into any mirrors when you near em? Well if so, get ready for some shit yo Is this some kind of sick joke? Shit no, motherfucking schizo So disturbed, he just goes so berserk, he tiptoes Fist first with scissors to slit throats of just hoes Just goes to shizzow you dizzont fizzuck with So-someone this disturbed, sa-sippin on si-zzurp So lock your doors, drop to the floors Get your shotguns drawn, here comes another Clockwork Orange Look at Bizarre, you really think hes right in his mind? What the fuck you thinks goin through it when hes writin his rhyme? You bout to journey into the mind of a psychopath killer Blood spiller, mentality much iller Than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams Youll feel his pain in his silent screams You bout to journey into the mind of a psychopath killer Blood spiller, mentality much iller Than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams Youll feel his pain in his violent screams Its Friday night, Im at a rave again Picking up transvestites on my Harley-Davidson My girlfriends a crackhead whore Shell come to your door, suck your dick on the floor And take your bottles to the store Have you ever seen a bitch get beat because she wont cheat Run the street and suck another niggas meat? My sons sixteen years old with nowhere to stay I told him he wasnt mine, slammed the door in his face And I aint got no food, my job Ive been cheated My girlfriend had a miscarriage I had to eat it My dick is burning, it aint cause of disease Because Im jacking off with gasoline mixed with antifreeze Im living in Waco, Texas, me and my girl Fuck David Koresh, Im starting my own world Its called Bizarre Cemetery, its scary Eating a virgins cherry; theyre all gonna laugh at you, Carrie! Journey into the mind of a psychopath killer Blood spiller, mentality much iller Than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams Youll feel his pain in his silent screams You bout to journey into the mind of a psychopath killer Blood spiller, mentality much iller Than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams Youll feel his pain in his violent screams I was born feet first, smoke 40s and drink weed The Lord rehearsed my birth, Im the worst breed Of nigga you ever set sight on, my right arms Got more power than 5 of Ivan Dragos pythons so Journey into the mind of a psychopath killer Light yo ass like a liquid nitro-gas spiller Psycho slash Michael Myers, Michael Jacks Thriller Rifle slash knife faggot thats your Cop Killer As a yungun, I was beat where I was living Cross-dressed just to get thrown in the womens prison I guess I was just stressed to be a hoodlum Being pressed caused the stress that caused the Ritalin Pressed stressed and Ritalin caused the cops feelings To be hurt after they seen what I did to those children Im vulgaric, you Bo Derek, I throw you face flat off the terrace So you can have somethin to stare at Journey into the mind of a psychopath killer Blood spiller, mentality much iller Than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams Youll feel his pain in his silent screams You bout to journey into the mind of a psychopath killer Blood spiller, mentality much iller Than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams Youll feel his pain in his silent screams25Embed

If I Told You Lyrics Uh What if I told you that I was different? What if I told you that somethings missin? And what if I told you were not alike And the way that I feel inside is different than what you picture What if I told you I feel divided? Keep to myself and Im awfully quiet And what if I told you I been conflicted by my own thoughts Trapped in the dark, and I tried to hide it No, Im not a slave to no fuckin fairy tale I bet you think that you know me very well Make no mistake, this is not a cry for help Cause I dont owe no one no explanation on how I feel But on the real, what if I told you that I was brave? I grew up different than I was raised But still, what if I told you Im out of place? Wait What if I told you that I was gay? Duh nuh, duh nuh nuh duh Duh nuh, duh nuh nuh duh Duh nuh, duh nuh nuh duh Duh nuh Duh nuh, duh nuh nuh duh Duh nuh, duh nuh nuh duh Duh nuh, duh nuh nuh duh Duh nuh Yeah What if I told you Im not alright? I mean, I dont feel dead, but Im not alive And what if I told you, Im not like you And the shit Ive been goin through, itll prolly make you cry And what if I told you, Im not this And the person you think you know dont exist Look, Im not who you know, Im not who you wish Im not who you want me to be, what you want from me isnt this I grew up in church where I couldnt be myself I felt like a prisoner, couldnt leave my cell They told me, God dont like ugly, and this an ugly world And if I ever seen things different, then I would burn in hell And on the real, this is not new, this is not a phase I grew up different than I was raised But still, what if I told you Im out of place? Wait What if I told you that I was gay? Duh nuh, duh nuh nuh duh Duh nuh, duh nuh nuh duh Duh nuh, duh nuh nuh duh Duh nuh Duh nuh, duh nuh nuh duh Duh nuh, duh nuh nuh duh Duh nuh, duh nuh nuh duh Duh nuh What if I told you Im homophobic? And you have zero control over your impulses And the genetic flaw in your chromosomes is the culprit Its something I cant sugarcoat, its repulsive We were homies, since children, I thought it But thought I was buggin, though Cause wed sit, chill and just talk chicks Now how can we be friends still after all this Unless, I can convince you to repent Ask God to forgive you for your sins And begin healin your conscience And rid you of this sick illness that causes it Part of me wishes youd kept this shit, still in the closet Im white but Im gettin mixed feelings like Logic Yeah, Im pissed off a little, this is a choice We were supposed to be boys Youre actin like this aint optional What if I said you was weak? Cause you dont got the strength to conquer some biological monster thats part of you Thats responsible for them homosexual thoughts If you dont want a lecture, part Like a sofa section or long as you Make your decision and stand by it, but I cant be beside it Cause for me, thatd be next to impossible Or you learn to control your urges You say, Its like pullin teeth and morals are oral surgeons But how would you even know anyways if youre a virgin Why cant you be a normal person? What if I tried steerin you towards a girlfriend? Wouldnt work, would it? You seem pretty surefooted Im sure good at judgin, but I have no right I know goodbye seems cold, right? Not even a flicker of hope like a strobe light As I leave and I swear I stayed up that whole night And no, I didnt know you would go right home and go take your own life I aint mean for that shit to happen, I said I wont cry I let the best friend that Ive ever known die Alone, was gonna tell you the next day Im so sorry, Im fightin my own demons, I wont lie They wont leave me alone, eating at my soul, this whole time Ive been tortured, imprisoned in my own mind A born again Christian but Lord if youre listenin We might be headed for a collision Cause when I told my boy I couldnt support his decision I was tryna make it seem like a choice, when it isnt Cant be cured with a prayer to Saint Jude What If I told you my wish never came true? What if Im a hypocrite whos afraid to just face truth? Wait What if I told you Im gay too? Duh nuh, duh nuh nuh duh Duh nuh, duh nuh nuh duh Duh nuh, duh nuh nuh duh Duh nuh Duh nuh, duh nuh nuh duh Duh nuh, duh nuh nuh duh Duh nuh, duh nuh nuh duh Duh nuh Duh nuh, duh nuh nuh duh Duh nuh, duh nuh nuh duh Duh nuh, duh nuh nuh duh Duh nuh Duh nuh, duh nuh nuh duh Duh nuh, duh nuh nuh duh Duh nuh, duh nuh nuh duh Duh nuh19Embed

Loud Noises Lyrics “Loud noises!” Life handed me lemons, I jumped back in the public eye And squirted lemon juice in it, by now, you just wish I’d fuckin’ die But I electrify, get electrocuted, executed by the execution Of my flow, too quick for the human eye to detect zoomin’ by Choom chigga choom choom choom choom waa Yep, yep—guess who, what’s happenin’, guy? They told me to shit, I fell off that pot Hopped right back on that crapper and I Said, “Fuck it,” with a capital I, look who’s back to antag-g-onize You don’t like it? You can eat shit, fuck off, little faggot, and die You right back like a magnet on my dick grabbin’ at my Shit, better get to the back of the line If you wanna get your shot at me, what kinda crap is that battle? What kind of rapper would I be Fore I let another rapper think he’s hot? Ill bury my face in his stinky twat and go... Girl, my head space is limited Ain’t even room in the back of my mind That’s why I ain’t thinking about you, I don’t got time I done told you a thousand times So how can I find the time to put An alkaline battery in Royce’s back And at the same time put juice in mine? Goddammit, Slaughterhouse is signed! Slaughterhouse! I’m a menace villain, my pen is sick and spillin’, my lyrics killin’ Then I let you witness shit when it hit the ceilin’ A nigga’s willin’ to give the listeners the sickest feelin’ Like mixin’ some Benadryl and penicillin, then I’m fillin’ the clip With a written , can you picture my pistol drillin’? A million women and children when I’m illin’ but it isn’t real It’s a rap, on the real, it’s a wrap, how could you possibly Stop the Apocalypse when I’m atomic bombin’ the populace? Shock the metropolis, hostile as a kid Poppin’ the Glock at his mom’s and his pop’s Then he hops in his drop with his iPod Rockin’ his slaughter-ish documentation of lyrics I write with confidence, write like a columnist-slash-novelist I’m in this game to demolish it Establish my dominance over prominent rappers You poppin’ shit ’til ya opposite, I can spit ominous so spit politics Now I’m Haile Selassie, Gandhi and Pac Of this hip hop genre, bitch! Slaughterhouse! Lyrically, I’m a cocaine Altoid Ability so brain, it’s a no brain bow, boy Physically, I’m literally a cocaine cowboy Wait-wait, did I just go almost four bars Without talking about my big dick? The other day me and your thick bitch Had a great date and we ate cake And then we walked and then she tried to jack me off but she lost ’Cause she couldn’t handle my Shake Weight I swear, the irony of Ryan is I am bipolar while I’m rhyming Standing beside a big ol’, white bear Neither one of us fight fair You are literally looking at Woody and Wesley In a movie where the white boy ain’t got to jump Nowhere ’cause I’m here Nigga I’m on fire, yeah and I’m every bitch’s dream One, two I’m coming for you, I’m a big ol’, nightmare Nigga, this the slaughter, step it up I’ll pretty much slap your ass and tell you to shut the fuck up After that, I’ll slap your ass again And tell you to shut the fuck up shutting up And that’s how you body a fucking beat Slaughterhouse! Uh, I should be the one that goes slow Nah, get a stopwatch, clock my flow, hit the button on top Watch your jaw drop, oh-oh, dot-dot, oh, Yaowa When I drop, I go outer space Blackout like Darth Vader’s face placed in a molten shower Say something and get done proper Mama, Poppa pouring out vodka, mama mia Em, pass me the scissors There’s visitors in the Slaughterhouse casa Better jet, boy, go home, better jet, boy, G4 Chrome Better jet, boy, Mark Sanchez, Santonio Holmes I’m not your any old homeboy Sitting in the lab picking up a pad, I be spitting bad I’mma get you mad with this gift I have Little ducks sufferin’ succotash when the trigger blast I’ma put your beak on your fitted hat Where the liquor at? Sip a yac bad bitch and a vicious track I relididax slide Pro-Dools to both So smooth I coast to the West like where Crooked living at? New York, here’s a piggy back ride To the motherland, hold on, brother man On the other hand, get down, I’m gutter, fam Gun butt you with the Eagle handle Cunningham I don’t wanna talk, I just wanna beef, I don’t want a piece I want it all, baby boy, I don’t wanna eat, I wanna feast Stuff my cheeks with rough beats and shit You done, weak, I’m the one, capisce? Slaughterhouse! Uh, insane what they call us, how you married to the game But you probably shouldn’t have came to the altar Every bar like propane for the sawed-off You shoulda hang and they’ll fault ya Eminem, Mr. Porter, slaughter my sentiments, eminent torture All of you feminine marauders They’re swimming that water, men will assault ya Tommy’s and bats to resemble Lasorda Kidnap your trembling daughter At least a quarter, I’m a menacing supporter It’s got an aura more like Sodom and Gomorrah Normally, something’s wrong with me Blame it on quantity of the porn I see on the pawns to me When I fix the game, y’all think shit came with a warranty How the fuck are they gonna stop what I was born to be? Corner me, shit belong to me Two choices, you can get along with me Or sit your faggot ass right there in dormancy Wait, all he missing is heels to be RuPaul Ain’t nobody that’s real ever knew y’all And I’m second to none and I’m dealing with bums Whose timell never come, now deal with the blue balls You ain’t gotta fear me but you respect me Niggas who never met me threaten me, want to Gillette me Comin’ to a sword fight against a machete Swinging spaghetti like it’s heavy Some said he deserve an ESPY, in a Chevy like Andretti Put the desi where his chest be Slaughterhouse!32Embed

313 Lyrics Now what you know about a sweet MC from the 313? None of these skills you bout to see come free So you wanna be a sweet MC, you gotta become me If you ever wanna be one, see Man, what you know about a sweet MC in the 313? None of these skills youre bout to see come free So you wanna be a sweet MC, you better become me If you ever wanna be one, see Yo, some people say Im wack, now if thats right Im The freshest whack MC that you ever heard in your lifetime My slick acapella sounds clever with the beats Boy, Im the deepest thing since potholes to ever hit the street Forget a gold diggers succubus My souls thick with ruggedness With the mic Im like a dyke: cant no nigga fuck with this I got more different strokes than Philip Drummound On open mic I bone your woman just to keep my lyrics comin We elevated to new heights, premeditated Let it be that I stated, they hate it Now that they see that I made it He escalated can be put to the test of greatness Snatch the heart from MCs and I ate it So I take it, thats the reason Im hated To represents my temperament If rap was a dick, all you so-called hard MCs would not be impotent, but pimpin it And actin like you could rock a show Harder than LLs Rock the Bells and yous a ho Now, everything that you collaborate I lacerate My lines they keep comin like nymphomaniacs that masturbate At a faster rate, yeah I got somethin for your ass to hate I blast your hate and have you all runnin past the gates And as for face clutchin and touchin the flows I got em open like marijuana smoke up in your nose Buckin these hoes, I got that shit down to a science Leavin em hot and bothered, turned on like an appliance Defiance? No, we wont have that You want your shit to blow up? Well, Ima stuff some dynamite in your ass crack And blast that shit to kingdom come Then bring em some of this real hip-hop Ill drop beats and you aint singin or gonna do a thing but run And you all knew from Meeko That you couldnt hold your own with the strength of Lou Ferrigno So stop that bullshit flow Yo, you need to come with them real skills and act like you know So what you know about a sweet MC in the 313? None of these skills you bout to see come free So you wanna be a sweet MC, you better become me If you ever wanna be one, see Now what you know about a sweet MC from the 313? None of these skills you bout to see come free So you wanna be a sweet MC, you gotta become me If you ever wanna be one, see Look, so what you know about a sweet MC in the 313? You dont know shit so when you see one, flee You can be Run-D, youll never be the MC I stopped the alphabet at S and got it down to a T Im sure youre bound to agree, a sweet MC crash the spot I make the roof hot like I was Rock Master Scott Your ass forgot, so just in case you dont remember me Ill run your brain around the block to jog your fuckin memory Its either them or me, man, kill or be killed Your willll be sealed, your casket closed, you stilld be billed My facilitys filled with fans packed to capacity Ill send a rapper back with the crack of his ass shitty If hes actin soft and he cowers He better come cleaner than Jeru jackin off when he showers You flowers got no clout with a thing You could date a stick of dynamite and wouldnt go out with a bang I shout with a slang simple as ABCs Skip over the Ds and rock the microphone with ease Dethrone MCs and Ima max alone Relax your dome, like a solo from a saxophone So facts are known, biters get treated with shots I rock a beat harder than you could beat it with rocks Im greeted with flocks of fellow followers singers You couldnt make the fans throw up their hands if they swallowed their fingers But you can bring yours, lets see what you got But dont front, and never try to be what youre not Cause you can be quick, jump the candlestick, burn your back And fuck Jill on a hill, but you still aint jack So what you know about a sweet MC from the 313? None of these skills that you just seen come free So you wanna be a sweet MC, youll never become me So you aint ever gonna be one, see So what you know about a sweet MC in the 313? None of these skills that you just seen come free So you wanna be a sweet MC, youll never become me So you aint ever gonna be one, see29Embed

My 1st Single Lyrics Oh! Yeah! So much for first single on this one Shadys the label, Aftermath is the stable That the horses come out of—erra Of course were about to stir up Some shit thick as Mrs. Buttersworths syrup Its the Mr. Picked-on-Christopher-Reeves-just-for-no-reason Other than to—just to tease him Cause he was his biggest fan He used to be Superman, now Im pourin Liquor on the curb in his name for him Eminem, you wait til we meet up again, fucker Im kickin your ass for everything youve ever said. It goes one for the money, two for the fuckin show Ready, get set, lets go Here comes the buckin bronco Stompin and stampedin up the damn street like them buffalo Soldiers, I told ya Im bout to blow, so look out below, Geronimo Motherfuckers, its dominoes, Im on a roll Around and around I go When will I stop? I dont know Tryin to pick up where The Eminem Show left off But I know anythings possible Though Im not gonna top what I sold Im at the top of my game, that shit is not gonna change Long as I got Dr. Dre on my team Ill get away With murder: Im like O.J., hes like my Cochran today We keep the Mark Fuhrman tapes In a safe, locked em away Better watch what you say Just when you thought you were safe Them fuckers got you on tape You swear to God you was playin Whether or not you was little Joshua Gosh, I wish I couldve told you to not do the same Cause one day it could cost you your name And this was supposed to be my first single But I just fucked that up, so Fuck it, lets all have fun, lets mingle Slap a bitch and smack a ho This was supposed to be my catchy little jingle That you hear on your radio But shits about to hit the shingle Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-no, erra Oh, ah, erra, oh, ah, erra Oh, ah, erra, oh-oh-ah-ah Oh, ah, erra, oh, ah, erra Oh, ah, erra, poo-poo-ka-ka Eri-Eri-Erick swallowed some generic sleeping pills And woke up in bed next to his best friend Derrick, bare-naked Jig-a-jig-ji-ji-Janean just turned 16 and used a fake ID To sneak in V.I.P. to see R. Kelly Hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee to be so young and naïve Oh what I wouldnt give to live so Kim and carefree Paris and Nickys parents must be so tickled, they cherish Every picture with their kids with hickeys all over their necks Hickory-dickory Dirk Diggler, look at me work wizardry With these words – am I a jerk or just jerk chicken? Or chiga-chigga-chig-chig-jer-chig-jer jerkin your chain Twenty-two jerks in a jerk circle, or is it a circle jerk? Wait a minute, what am I sayin? Allow me to run it back And rewind it {blblblblblblblb} – wait, let me ask you again Am I just jerkin your chain? Am I berserk or insane? Or am I just one of them damn amateurs workin the dang Cameras, filmin one of them Paris Hilton homemade Pornos, who keeps tiltin the lens at an angle Jigga-ji-just recently somebody just discovered Britney and Justin videotapes of em fuckin When they was just Mouseketeers in the Mickey Mouse Club And dusted em and went straight to The Source with em Cause they couldve sworn someone said, Ni— And then tried to erase and record over it But if you listen close enough to it you can hear the Ga-hu and then they come to Find out it was Justin sayin, Im gon—nuh cum! And this was supposed to be. my first single But I just fucked that up, so Fuck it, lets all have fun, lets mingle Slap a bitch and smack a ho This was supposed to be my catchy little jingle That you hear on your radio But shits about to hit the shingle Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-no, erra Oh, ah, erra, oh, ah, erra Oh, ah, erra, oh-oh-ah-ah Oh, ah, erra, oh, ah, erra Oh, ah, erra, poo-poo-ka-ka Any opinions or somethin you just wanna get off your chest And address it about my lyrics Id love to hear it All you gotta do is pick up the phone and just dial up this number Its 1-800-IM-A-DICK-SUCKER-ID-LOVE-TO-SUCK-A-DICK And if someone picks up You can talk all the shit you want about me Just type in your number back and follow it by the pound key And Ill be sure to get back as soon as there comes a day That I fall out with Dre, wake up gay and make up with Ray So fuck a chicken, lick a chicken, suck a chicken, beat a chicken Eat a chicken like its a big cock, big-a-big-cock! Or suck a dick, and lick a dick, and eat a dick, and stick a dick in your mouth Im done, you can fuck off, fuck-a-fuck-off! And this was supposed to be my first single But I just fucked that up, so Fuck it, lets all have fun, lets mingle Slap a bitch and smack a ho This was supposed to be my catchy little jingle That you hear on your radio But shits about to hit the shingle Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-no, erra Oh, ah, erra, oh, ah, erra Oh, ah, erra, oh-oh-ah-ah Oh, ah, erra, oh, ah, erra Oh, ah, erra, poo-poo-ka-ka 30Embed

8 Mile: The Lunch Truck Battle Lyrics Man, Im gettin so sick and tired of fuckin with this steel They only give us thirty minutes to eat lunch and chill My body achin just to get a buck I’m sick of eatin this shit off this fuckin lunch truck Nasty-ass food, Im in a nasty-ass mood I shouldve called in sick, shit, I had somethin to do I cant believe that Im hearing all this ravin and rantin From Vanessa up in here at the New Detroit stampin You need to get your food and take your ass back to work Youre dreamin if you think them corny-ass rapsll work Look at yall standin out here, freezin like dumb fucks Rappin away for food off this raggedy lunch truck Who want what? Who pumped up to get rolled up? I spit venom in every direction, soak some up Look at this fat-ass nigga, sloppy sucker Youre a ugly motherfucker, your pop shouldve wore a rubber Stop rhymin, keep your day job, Vanessa Next time, leave that bullshit home on the dresser Speaking of dresses, take a look at Paul the fruitcake When you travel, you probly pack panties in your suitcase Made out of lace from Victoria’s Secret If ten men came in a cup, you’d probly drink it Okay, folks, enough with the gay jokes Especially from a gay broke bitch yourself, hey lo This styles doo-doo, youve worked here longer than me And I get paid more than you do, dawg, take a seat Whats this guy standin in line for? He ain’t got money to eat! Check this out, yo, yo This guy cashed his whole check and bought one ho-ho Fuckin homo! Little maggot You can’t hack it; Pauls gay, youre a faggot At least he admits it, don’t even risk it This guys starvin to death, someone get him a biscuit! I don’t know what they told you, Mike You must had them cornrows rolled too tight This job, you wanna quit, but you cant Youve worked at this plant so long, youre a plant Look at your goddamn boots! For Christ sakes, theyre startin to grow roots! On this mic, you get faded You look like a pissed-off rapper who never made it And why you fuckin with the gay guy, G? When really youre the one whos got the HIV Man, Im done with this clown, hes soft Fuck it, Ill let homegirl finish you off Guy like youd never get a real woman You jackass, go jack off; thats the only way you cummin you hangin from the tree Fuck with me, 3Embed

Low Down, Dirty Lyrics Im low down and dirty, but not ashamed! Low down dirty, even, Im low down and Im shifty! And if you hear a man that sounds like me, smack him Then ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps from! Im low down and dirty, but not ashamed! Low down dirty, even, Im low down and Im shifty! And if you hear a man that sounds like me, smack him Then ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps from! Warnin, this shit gon be rated R: restricted You see this bullet hole in my neck? Its self-inflicted Doctor slapped my mama, Bitch, you got a sick kid Arrested, molested myself, and got convicted Wearin visors, sunglasses, and disguises Cause my split personality is havin an identity crisis Im Dr. Hyde and Mr. Jekyll, disrespectful Hearin voices in my head while these whispers echo Murder-murder, redrum!, brain size of a bread crumb Which drug will I end up dead from? Inebriated til my stress is alleviated How in the fuck can Eminem and Shady be related? Illiterate, illegitimate shit spitter Bitch getter, hid in the bush like Margot Kidder Jumped out , killed the bitch and did her Used to let the babysitter suck my dick when I was littler Smoke a blunt while Im titty fucking Bette Midler Sniper, waiting on your roof like the Fiddler Yall thought I was gonna rhyme with Riddler, didnt ya? Bring yo bitch, I wanna see if this dick gon fit in her Im low down and dirty, but not ashamed! Low down dirty, even, Im low down and Im shifty! And if you hear a man that sounds like me, smack him Then ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps from! Im low down and dirty, but not ashamed! Low down dirty, even, Im low down and Im shifty! And if you hear a man that sounds like me, smack him Then ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps from! I lace tunes, thats out this world like space moons With a bunch of crazed loons dismissin brains like graze wounds Nothing but idiots and misfits, dipshits Doin whippets, passed out like sampler snippets Wheres the weed? I wanna tamper with it Ima let your grandpa hit it Lace it up with cocaine, so he cant forget it Fuck it, maybe Im a bum But I was put on this earth to make your baby mama cum So what Im on is way beyond the rum Or any alcoholic beverage, losing all of my leverage Went up inside the First National Bank broke and left rich Walking biohazard causing wreckage, smoked out like Eckrich Dandruffs making my neck itch, what the fuck? Give me the check, bitch! You just lost your tip, theres a pubic hair in my breakfast Got shit popping off like bottle cap tips Get your cap peeled like the dead skin of your mamas chapped lips Slap dips, support domestic violence Beat your bitchs ass while your kids stare in silence Im just joking, is Dirty Dozen really dust smoking? If all your shits missing, then probably one of us broke in Im low down and dirty, but not ashamed! Low down dirty, even, Im low down and Im shifty! And if you hear a man that sounds like me, smack him Then ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps from! Im low down and dirty, but not ashamed! Low down dirty, even, Im low down and Im shifty! And if you hear a man that sounds like me, smack him Then ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps from! My heads ringing, like it was Spider-Sense tingling Blitzin like Green Bay did when they shitted on New England Im out the game, put the second string in This Brandy got me swinging, bobbing back and forth like a penguin Delinquent, chokin microphones with broken English Make your mama be like, Ooh, this is good! Who sings this? Slim Shady, his tape is dope, I dug it Its rugged, but he needs to quit talking all that drug shit It was predicted by a medic, Id grow To be an addicted diabetic, livin on liquid Triaminic Pathetic, but I dont think this headaches ever vanishin Panicking, I think I might have just took too much Anacin Frozen mannequin, posin stiffer than a statue I think Im dying; God, is that you? Somebody help me, before I OD on an LP Take me to ER ASAP for an IV Motherfuck JLB, they dont support no hip-hop They say thats where it lives, the closest they gon come is 2Pac Its politics, its all a fix Set up for these white blue-collared hicks Its to make a dollar off of black music With a subliminal ball of tricks For those who kiss ass and swallow dicks Im low down and dirty, but not ashamed! Low down dirty, even, Im low down and Im shifty! And if you hear a man that sounds like me, smack him Then ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps from! Im low down and dirty, but not ashamed! Low down dirty, even, Im low down and Im shifty! And if you hear a man that sounds like me, smack him Then ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps from! 27Embed

8 Mile: 313 Cypher Lyrics I use my voice to spit the fiery frame Try and refrain, dying in vain Soon as Im replyin your name I be the nigga in the Shelter who be eyein your chain Yo, yo 313 area, bound to bury ya with vengeance My rhymes sentencesll put an end to your existence with The rigorousness, niggas, Im serious, delirious, cause A curious—pause the fury calls from my jaws From devourin yall raw Woo, okay, okay. 313rd, we in the house. you know what I mean, finest. Yo DJ Iz, lemme get that beat, baby. Gimme that beat. Come on, come on. Uh, uh, uh, uh You forced to listen to the individual, the metaphysical The Mac Mitten, rhyme ritual, heterosexual Syllables they sound complex to you, lines perplexin you With words that could put a hex on you, snap that neck on you Murder you, boil you, we keep a white boy or two Let my man grab the mic, you see how Bunny Rabbit do Come on, man. Come on, man Kick that shit, baby, come on Come on, man Uh, uh, watch that nigga kick this shit, uh Uh Alright, speed it up a little bit, Iz Come on, baby Alright, look Yo, yo Your style is generic, mines authentic-made I roll like a renegade, you need clinic aid My techniques bizarre and ill; I scar and kill You were a star until I served you like a bar and grill As I proceed to cook and grill ya, thats all it took to kill ya You better recognize me like I look familiar You wanna battle? You beat around the bush Like youre scared to lick pussy, so you eat around the tush I need a clown to push, someone that I can bully Wait a minute, I don’t think you understand fully See me without a styles like mustard without the Heinz I lead the new school, youre a Busta without the rhymes I crush the shit out your line Now Im the Rashiki, smokin the lick-licky Ten freaky girls inside The Chin Tiki Girl, when you see me, you better believe me This aint a game and pimpin aint easy Anything goes when it comes to hoes Im the kingpin when it comes to flows You better ask someone if you dont know When you see me, girl, say What up, though? Ten freaky girls Ten, ten, ten freaky girls21Embed

She Loves Me Lyrics She loves me, she loves my knot Not for who I am, but what I got, yeah And I dont wanna blow up her spot But da-na-na, na-na, da-naa Lady, I been watchin you from the back every time that you walk past Hate to put you on blast but you got a bomb ass Been checkin you out ever since the second you Stepped in through Naunies dressing room, girl, youre stunning, Id bet that youd Zap me if I was next to you, sparksll fly, I expect em to Id be shocked if they didnt, cause youre Carmen Electra-cute And those aint just sound effects I knew something was special soon as we swapped info, I knew that She loves me, she loves me not For who I am, but what I got But she loves me, she loves me not She loves me I said, cause she loves me , she loves me not For who I am , but what I got But she loves me, she loves me not She loves me Sorry I missed your call again, I be in the studio usually But tomorrow afternoon for med work beautifully If your schedules open, you say, Thats cool with me But you stood me up twice, Slim, youre 0-for-2 with me Cause like a basket, youve been going through hoops for me Well, if the balls in my court, why dont we shoot for three? Yeah, Ill pick you up and well cruise through the D And as soon as we hung up, Im like, Woo Cause she loves me , she loves me not For who I am , but what I got But she loves me, she loves me not She loves me She pulls me close and whispers to me, oh-oh Lies in my ear, but thats all I wanna hear Thats okay, long as we both know this is all it is, woah She can have my love for as long as we both are here Were back in my spot now , the music is loud, so I turn the boombox down , we cut off our cell phones Youre killin me soft now, wanna hit it like Balboa Cause girl, youre a knockout, your body is out cold I put the moves on you like a U-Haul Bend you over the foosball table, your shoes fall To the floor, but canoodlin, Im not in the mood for Gotta get me out of these drawers if you wanna spoon, doll But before we get to droppin these drawers, theres options to explore We can fuck in the closet or on my elevator And maybe when it stops and the door opens We fall out and we just get off on this floor You say youre falling for me, but not cause Im famous Then explain to me who that tattoo thats on your legs of Girl, your game is an A-plus, but you think I dont notice Who the screensaver on your damn phone is It aint cause who I am, bullshit, I like you Just dont take me for no stupid ass, no disrespect Cause even though youre like my truest fan, know its Clear you only love me cause Im Superman, Lois, but fuck it Cause she loves me , she loves me not For who I am , but what I got But she loves me, she loves me not She loves me I said, cause she loves me , she loves me not For who I am , but what I got But she loves me, she loves me not She loves me She loves my knot, haha Im just playin, I aint got no foosball table38Embed

My Name Lyrics This aint beef man I dont know what the fuck to call it But no beef What up, X? Just hit em I float like Bigs spirit in this bitch, Im ghostly Rush me, cause you aint gonna live to roast me Ill have my motherfucking ass kicked by Moby If I let some bitch in the can like Bis cop over me To do war and try to bring my crew back down Ill never stoop to that level to do that now I got a new cat, this time Im pulling two gats out With bullets I finally got something to shoot at now Lets see who got they city on lock Lets see who got the better aim with the Glock Lets see who come out on top Lets see who really want their name in the streets Lets see who wanna die the same time as me and make ends meet Now was I blessed with a gift or cursed with a curse? I follow hearse after hearse spit verse after verse And Ill be damned if I let Billy Dance Dupri Or anybody swing an axe at my family tree So now! I love it when you niggas be talking, saying my name Seems like your mouth is not connected to your brain Two-zero-zero-three, and shit, it aint the same Better have a strap, my nigga, simple and plain Put your nuts on the table, my nigga, lets play the game Hurt you so long, youll be a-ddicted to pain I dont wanna hear what you meant, do not explain Right before you lay in your coffin, ho, say my name Why do you hate me? I came from nothing Blood, sweat, and tears, you did not create me How can you doubt me? You dont know shit about me Thered be no West Coast without me Cut with the bullshit, I struggle for survival And now you tryna act like my rival? Watch what you say, partner, its a small earth Dont play games with your life, nigga, its not worth... All the pain , all the agony All the horror , all the tragedy Put your hands up people, its time to fight now! I beat holes in your chest, remain hostile Threaten my life? One day, youll understand They say that pride is the sign of a foolish man So who the FUCK! you think you talking to? Live and direct in the flesh, Im right in front of you! I love it when you niggas be talking, saying my name Seems like your mouth is not connected to your brain Two-zero-zero-three, and shit, it aint the same Better have a strap, my nigga, simple and plain Put your nuts on the table, my nigga lets play the game Hurt you so long, youll be a-ddicted to pain I dont wanna hear what you meant, do not explain Right before you lay in your coffin, ho, say my name I never really smashed on Jermaines ass, Dre smashed him Nobody ganged up til he came back and jacked him I never really brought it to his ass, I tapped him I could have been like Treach, poom-papped and slapped him Purple, for mimicking him with two rapping Urkels I could have snapped, took it past rap and hurt you But I didnt, I kept it on wax and served you I square dance cause Im sick of rapping circles Around these clowns, steady trying to call me out Its like Im listening to motherfucking dogs meow Youd probably do better trying to come and stomp me out You dont want it with rap, this is what Im all about No gangsta, you aint either But I know that I spit ether I shouldve crossed your belly Show you Im not R. Kelly Pass me the weed Ima put my ashes out on his ass for the last time, man: Watch your fucking mouth I love it when you niggas be talking, saying my name Seems like your mouth is not connected to your brain Two-zero-zero-three, and shit, it aint the same Better have a strap, my nigga, simple and plain Put your nuts on the table, my nigga, lets play the game Hurt you so long, youll be a-ddicted to pain I dont wanna hear what you meant, do not explain Right before you lay in your coffin, ho, say my name Its the last time, man Im through18Embed

Let’s Get High Lyrics All these niggas and all these hoes in here Somebody here gon fuck All these niggas and all these hoes in here Somebody here gon fuck All these niggas and all these hoes in here Somebody here gon fuck All these niggas and all these hoes in here Somebody here gon fuck Talking that, walking that, spittin at hoes Smoking this, drinking that, gettin at hoes Fuck this Im hitting that Im hitting em both Have one riding dick, one licking my toes When Im loving these hoes there aint no love involved No hugs, no kisses, bear rugs, bare britches Rare bitches like them hoes in them Black Tail pictures Bitch jumped off my dick Yeah, I just took some Ecstasy Aint no telling what the side effects could be All these fine bitches equal sex to me Plus I got this bad bitch laying next to me No doubt, sat back on the couch Pants down, rubber on, set to turn that ass out Laid the bitch out, then I put it in her mouth Pulled out, nutted on a towel and passed out Come on lets get high Lets get high Come on lets get high Lets get high, all my ladies Lets get high High Lets get high Come on lets get high I make the four hop Pull up at the spot Weed by the barrels in my Gd up apparel Stomping in the party Kurupt, Young Gotti Im fucking something in this bitch Hit em with some gangsta shit Put something in your mouth bitch real tasty Im looking real saucy in my gangsta-ass Stacys Hit the party, ease up, Kurupt with an ounce an Got all the hoes in this motherfucker bouncing Bouncing Yo, whattup, Scruncho? Mel-Man. whats cracking? Wassup wit all these ol punk ass hoes in here? Nigga what, Im a hustling bitch I like them get rich niggas Them hit the switch niggas Niggas bout the sex and which bitch to hit next While Im kicking my game and collecting them checks Got all yall niggas vexed to fuck this triple-X rated ho You say you aint eat it, you ate it though And uh, Roq dont stop, cant be dropping no drawers To the niggas how you figure got you shitting in yours Yeah, little dicks always running they mouth While a bitch is better off to masturbate and be out All you bitches up in here know what Im talkin about Get the loot, get the ice, fuck the wife, no doubt Trying to live lavy, marry a big dick and stay cavi Holla back at them niggas that hollered at me Pop the Cris Whip the six and shit And have all yall niggas limp when I twist my shit Yeah, bitch ass niggas19Embed

Ghost Lyrics The only way, for me to come back, is by Makaveli Thats it! All these motherfuckers stole from me Im taking back whats mine You motherfuckers cant stop me Even if I die, Im gon be a fuckin problem Do you believe in ghosts, motherfucker? Real live black... ghosts Feel me? Some say Im crazy, these punk-ass cops cant fade me Mama tried to raise me, but had too many babies Papa was a motherfuckin, joke Used to find dope in his coat And nearly choked when hed tell me not to smoke Daaamn, dont get me started My mama smoked so goddamn much When she was pregnant Im surprised I aint retarded At night I cant sleep, count sheep As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep Starin at the wall, heard a scream Wake up in the mornin See the blood in the hall from the murder scene Dont cry, just ask why, and try not to die As I take you through a ghetto niggas lullaby On the corner, where the niggas slang they crack And the undercovers jack those that dont watch they back I daydream about the dope world Take a puff from the blunt and watch the smoke swirl My mossberg goes BOOM, whats another plug Snatchin drugs, pumpin slugs in these other thugs Dont run out of breath Every step could be death til you blast And be the last nigga left, then Ill be ghost Dont cry, just ask why, and try not to die As I take you through a ghetto niggas lullaby Dont cry, just ask why, and try not to die As I take you through a ghetto niggas lullaby A seven-deuce full of niggas goes by Thought I was trippin the second time they rolled, by Recognized the plates, the faces looked familiar Everybody swear they know the nigga thats gonna, kill ya Dont murder me murder me, kill a nigga in his sleep Let me die as I rest in peace, deep Back to these niggas in the seven-deuce A Mac-10 out the window bout to let it loose, what could I do Run for cover and return fire DIE MOTHERFUCKIN DIE, hope your ass fry, dont ask why But I let off everything I have An empty clip, hit the ground as a nigga dash On my ass was the motherfuckin cops now Barely breathin tryin to keep from gettin shot down BOO-YAOW is the sound, bullet whizzed by Still runnin like a nigga got nine lives Dont know why but Im running to my fucking block Took a shot, tired of running from the niggas and the cops Time to be a ghost And then well be ghost Dont cry, just ask why, and try not to die As I take you through a ghetto niggas lullaby FUCK THE POLICE NIGGA!27Embed

Let’s Roll Lyrics Yeah I’m throwed off Aint about the money I’ma blow it all I made my own name Let’s roll, lets roll Yeah, I’m going off Aint got a whole lot but I’ma show it off Better recognize game, lets roll, lets roll Yeah now let me welcome you to my small town Big trucks in the yard, big bucks on the wall, country folks all around How I was raised 808 drums quaking, they shake that box, 88 And the dope boys hotter than hells gate But I, still in the shade With a fold out chair, with a thirty pack on the back of that tailgate A-L-A, B-A-M-A I’m off I might be in the lake I might go to Talladega and see me a race And bring me a case Yeah I’m bringing the case I’m getting throwed off Yeah I’m throwed off Aint about the money I’ma blow it all I made my own name Let’s roll, lets roll Yeah, I’m going off Aint got a whole lot but I’ma show it off Better recognize game, lets roll, lets roll And I’m all the way throwed off Z71 take the bow off Dipped in mossy oak with a mullet mohawk Yeah with a bright orange hat and a bag underneath that Chevy seat Yeah buddy, might go off Split you like a bowling ball Spit chew in my overalls Yeah home of the gumbo Got a couple folks that’d do it to you for the hundo And when them elephant feet rumble That dixie cups gonna fall off the console You don’t wanna have a convo with not understand that Bama slanguage Like hollering aint it But I come to paint it, so it won’t be throwed off Yeah I’m throwed off Aint about the money I’ma blow it all I made my own name Let’s roll, lets roll Yeah, I’m going off Aint got a whole lot but I’ma show it off Better recognize game, lets roll, lets roll I’m just a Kid that Rocks I’m just a boy with a dream That bet it all with the last bill that I had hid in my socks Used to keep a .22 in a shoebox Now I bang Beretta She’s twenty-two and I keep her in a tube top White trash and all Take us all the way to the top and then laugh it off Like how the fuck did I get a catalogue with more hits than a fucking jackhammer dog Cause I planned it all Crimson Tide standing tall Shit, I’m another lit cannon ball Fuck around and I’m going off and I’m getting throwed off Yeah I’m throwed off Aint about the money I’ma blow it all I made my own name Let’s roll, lets roll Yeah, I’m going off Aint got a whole lot but I’ma show it off Better recognize game, lets roll, lets roll18Embed

Get You Mad Lyrics Yo, mic-check Testing, one, two, fuck My nuts My attitude is worse than N.W.As was Ill battle you over stupid shit And diss people who aint have shit to do with it Like Cool J does You see me standin outside of your buildin Screamin, Puffy is good, but Slim Shady is for the children I look at my life in a new light Fuck it, give me two mics I write songs for me, fuck what you like You probably hear me rap half-hearted Cause I dont like rap anyway Im just tryna get my porno career started Every place and event, been there, done that Shit, Dre stuck me in a suitcase when he went Want a deal? Study these five chapters Lesson 1, throw demos as hard as you can at signed rappers Lesson 2, face em and diss em Dont give em a demo, kidnap em And make em come to your basement and listen Lesson 3, get a job at a label Switch demos with Canibus and put yours on the owners table Lesson 4, know you heard this before Hey, let me get your number, Ill call you tomorrow for sure Dont act like a fan, you wanna get signed Get the whitest A&R you can find Pull him aside and rap as wack as you can Lesson 5, get a hook-up at Jive Dress up like I.C.P. and have them come see you perform live And thats the key, but when you see me on the street I aint givin you shit, bitch, dont even bother askin me Toilet water splashes me right in the ass when Im spittin Cause Im always shittin when Im rappin, like Master P Got a blowjob from Paula Jones and stuffed it so far in her mouth My balls broke both of her collarbones Told Mya this shit was all about me-ah Gave Alyssa Milano syphilis, mono and gonorrhea And all three of my main girls said, See ya Cause Brandy and Monica walked in And caught me fuckin Aaliyah I splish-splash while Im takin a bath Grab a handful of pills, break em in half, take em and laugh White trash, fuckin your wife in the ass While youre out siphonin gas For your lawn mower to cut the grass So if I hurt your self-esteem and you get dissed too bad You know I just be sayin that to get you mad And when I rap about a buncha shit you wished you had You know I just be sayin that to get you mad I cant listen to that song, that shits too sad You know I just be sayin that to get you mad Hell never make it, his wrist is slit too bad You know I just be sayin that to get you mad What a wonderful day, I should go outside and play Aint no need to sit inside the house and hibernate Hi, Renée I was just about to toss a live grenade In your driveway and drive away Are you afraid of a blade made of a razor with AIDS? Blood drippin from it Rippin your stomach like a paper mâché You talk a lot of shit, but you was never ill, though Im sick enough to beat you to death with a feather pillow Tipped over some cows, just for a joke and a laugh Jumped up, choked a giraffe Snapped his neck and broke it in half Wagin wars, went on stage And sprayed Cage with Agent Orange And wiped my ass with his page in Source The demon is here, Im steamin this year I rip voice box out and scream in his ear Its not a gimmick, bitch, its an image, I live it Give a fuck? I dont know what a fuck is to give it Yeah, I dont think this guy is well Im high as hell, Ill beat you with a live cat When Im swingin him by his tail Ill fuckin, Ill fuckin, lay your nuts on the dresser Just your nutsack by itself And bang them shits with a spiked bat Cut your neck off, then sew your head right back And leave you like that You just triggered a prick who just mixed liquor Whos itchin to leave you disfigured And stiffer than Christopher Reeves I was dealing with strep throat While your mother was breastfeeding And gave her the flesh-eating disease Im iller than takin a hammer and beating your knees And walkin through South Central L.A., bleeding in jeans Wakin up the next day in breathing machines Flashin back to bein shot and repeating the scenes On how you just got smoked, and if you do live Youll be too scared to tell it, like a Biggie and Pac joke So if I hurt your self-esteem and you get dissed too bad You know I just be sayin that to get you mad And when I rap about a buncha shit you wished you had You know I just be sayin that to get you mad I cant listen to that song, that shits too sad You know I just be sayin that to get you mad Hell never make it, his wrist is slit too bad You know I just be sayin that to get you mad I know that makes you real mad, dont it? Thats right, Slim Shady Sway and Tech, sprayin wreck And we dont give a heck Or a damn or a fuck or a shit So suck my mothafuckin dick The Wake Up Show, let me tell you what it mean to me It mean hard beats, hard rhymes, B-boys Hip-hop, baby, all the way, forever13Embed

Places to Go Lyrics Yeah, Shady Aftermath G-Unit! I got places to go , got people to see The penitentiary aint the place for me Im warnin you, do not tempt me Ill run up, squeeze and put a hole in you I got places to go, got people to see The penitentiary aint the place for me Im warnin you, do not tempt me Ill run up, squeeze and put a hole in you You mistakin me for somebody that you should be testin You should be stressin, Im finna fuckin teach you a lesson Rap 101s in session, Em laced the track that Im blessin Smith & Wessons the weapon in case you was guessin, escape lesson Cappin em, kept in my Benz, hot beginnin to end Watch the 22s spin, my hoes they perfect ten I got shot up but I got up and Im back at it again Motherfuckers that thought I wouldnt win pretend to be friends At first you fail, try, try, try, try again Im the best, dont you get it? Forget it, when I spit it, its crazy You love it, admit it, you like that I live it, its Shady Aftermath in yo ass, bitch If its not a classic, when its done we trash it Flow I got it mastered, stunt and get yo ass kicked, bastard When measures get drastic, Glocks made out of plastic Cock it, aim it, blast it, run nigga, now stash it I got places to go, got people to see The penitentiary aint the place for me Im warnin you, do not tempt me Ill run up, squeeze and put a hole in you I got places to go, got people to see The penitentiary aint the place for me Im warnin you, do not tempt me Ill run up, squeeze and put a hole in you If theres a genie in a bottle of that Dom Perignon Ima drink til I get to that bitch Em and Dre gonna introduce me to the burbs They gonna listen to my words In the hood they feel my shit Picture a perfect picture, picture me in a pimp hat Picture me startin shit , picture me bustin my gat Picture police mad, they aint got a picture of that Picture me bein broke, picture me smokin a stack Picture me comin up, picture me rich from rap Picture me blowin up, now picture me goin back To my momma basement to live, shit, picture that Where Im from its a fact, you gotta watch your back You wear a vest without a gat, yous a target, Jack Hustle hard, money stack , sell that dope, sell that crack Sell that pack, sell that gat, sell that pussy, holla back 50 Cent, too much Henny, man Im bent, Im outta here I got places to go, got people to see The penitentiary aint the place for me Im warnin you, do not tempt me Ill run up, squeeze and put a hole in you I got places to go, got people to see The penitentiary aint the place for me Im warnin you, do not tempt me Ill run up, squeeze and put a hole in you Ha-ha, man, I aint goin to jail, not even to visit a nigga You wanna holler at me, you write me Matter of fact, you gotta send it to Sunset Boulevard up in the Mondrian Ridin round in one of Dres Ferraris, nigga Oh, matter of fact, I might be in Detroit ridin down 8 Mile Road You know, to one of Ems joints and shit Ya heard? I got places to go, man, you know Shady/Aftermath, we finna start printin money Puttin Ems face on these motherfuckin bills, shit Aint shit you can do about it9Embed

Shit On You Lyrics Ill shit on you, ha Da-da, da-da Da-da, Ill shit on you Da-da, da-da Da-da, Ill shit on you Da-da, da-da Da-da, Ill shit on you Da-da, da-da Da-da, Ill shit on you I will shit on you Ill shit on you Girl you know, its true Ill shit on you Bitch or man, or dude Ill shit on you I will shit on you I remain Fatter than gluttony, tapin bombs on the back of record companies Blow em up if they aint wantin me The National Guards, they scared of huntin me I love beef; I got you hoes ducking me A drug thief, bitch, Ill take your marijuana These slugsll keep your ass away from my corner I drown niggas in hundred-degree saunas You can act a fool if ya wanna Its this lyrical piranha, strapped with a grenade In the pool with ya mama, attack her by the legs Then I pull her to the bottom Swifts nuttin up like a condom Slappin if you fuckers got a problem When I see em you hoes ending up in a fuckin mausoleum Or hidden in the trunk of a black and gold BM Pull in the garage while you screamin Keep the motor on then Im leavin, Ill shit on you I will shit on you I dont care who you are Ill shit on you I dont give a fuck about you or your car Ill shit on you Fuck your house, fuck your jewelry and fuck your watch Ill shit on you Fuck your wife, fuck your kids, fuck your family Ill s... Im a alcoholic, wheres the fucking toilet? Pass the hot dog Bitch, shut your fucking mouth, Ima keep eatin til Richard Simmons Comes to my house with a chainsaw to cut me out Ill fuck your wife; I had sex since I met her Too busy fuckin a twelve-year-old baby sitter And all women aint shit Only good for cookin, cleanin, and suckin dick, and thats it Im responsible for killin John Candy Got Jon Benet Ramsey in my 98 Camry I dont give a fuck who you are Ill shit on anybody; truly yours, the idiotic Bizarre My adolescent years werent shit to what I do now I never grew up, I was born grown and grew down The older I get, the dumber the shit I get in The more ignorant, the incident is I fit in Ignoring the shit how boring it gets When theres no one to hit, I dont know when to quit throwin a fit I know Im a bit flaky, but they make me Its they who egged me and say they can take me Its they who legs I break and make achy Cause they who mistake me make me so angry Ill spit on you Start pissin and do the opposite on you You werent listenin, I said Ill cop a squat on you Start spilling my guts like chicken cordon bleu and Straight shit like Notorious B.I.G. did to that bitch On his skit on his last album, pull my pants down and I will shit on you I dont care who you are Ill shit on you I dont give a fuck about you or your car Ill shit on you Fuck your house, fuck your jewelry and fuck your watch Ill shit on you Fuck your wife, fuck your kids, fuck your family Ill shit on you Is Richard Pryor still alive? If not Im sicker than he was prior to him dyin Born brainless, this steel aint stainless Your bloodstains are all over this steel god dang-it Bitch, bring it, these niggas that I hang withll Hang you up naked by your ankles danglin My need I stay strangling, I dont need your help If you wont give me the pussy, I dont loosen my belt Im what your daddys not, your moms kinda cock Your sisters teen crush, your aunts supply of rocks Buck fifty cross your neck Floss your TEC; Ill beat you wit it across your chest Yo, its only right I jack your car keys and run Spent all of my advancements on weed and guns For fun, when Im drunk, Ill run a truck through the weed house Jump out and beat ya peeps down worse than Steve Stoute Put you in chokeholds I learned last week From the Police man who caught me stealing weed from his jeep I see hoes biting, yall dont wanna brawl Thats like Deebo fighting Peabo Bryson Fuck what you hollerin and yellin about Ill reach in your mouth and pull your fuckin skeleton out Niggas get hit wit a two piece Wit a poisonous sting, Im such a violent thing I will shit on you I dont care who you are Ill shit on you I dont give a fuck about you or your car Ill shit on you Fuck your house, fuck your jewelry and fuck your watch Ill shit on you Fuck your wife, fuck your kids, fuck your family Ill shit on you Once I get on two Hits of ex my disk slips and disconnects Til I walk around this bitch with a twisted neck But still shit on the first bitch who disrespects Over reaction is my only reaction Which only sets off a chain reaction It puts five more zany actin maniacs in action A Rat Pack in black jackets who pack ten Nine millimeters, five criminals pulling heaters And spilling liters of blood like swimming pools Shiesty individuals shoot at bitches too A lot of people say misogynistic which is true I dont deny it, matter of fact I stand by it So please stand by as I start up a damn riot If you dont wanna get stampeded then stand quiet Boy, girl, dog, woman, man, child, Ill shit on you I will shit on you I dont care who you are Ill shit on you I dont give a fuck about you or your car Ill shit on you Fuck your house, fuck your jewelry and fuck your watch Ill shit on you I will fuck your wife if you fuck with me Ill shit on you You heard me Bitch, Ill shit on you D12 will shit on you Your life, your wife, your kids, your car Ill shit on you Your house, your spouse, your rings, your things Ill shit on you Ill shit on you Ill shit on you19Embed

Eminem Sway In The Morning Freestyle Lyrics Lets take them back to the future Bars, like Paul Rosenberg The small frozen turd Alright look, I had class, I just got expelled I excelled at nothing in school So if youre tryna test my patience it just failed But King Mathers, I still get hailed So call me sire, like I exhaled After I had a deep ass breath held I guess well, thatll make my size double XL So kiss your highnesss hinded ass While Im trying to stretch, its time to exercise Im flexing, isometrics Twice the reps til I get extra-sized And set my bis and pecs and triceps on fire Cause Im coming out guns blazing Like flaming pythons, my suggestion is parental discretion Be advised, due to this mental aggression We advise you to back up, like Byron Leftwich Im infectious, I rhyme like I got a sinus infection A virus, Im congested and I just ingested Five Allegras but the side effects from these anti-depressants, theyre tryna mess with my mind Im a regular Hyde and Jekyll White with freckles but I silence hecklers You might wanna head for the fire exits Im coming through like a wrecking ball You would swear I think highly of Miley And I respect her, the way I backhand her Excuse my French, Montana, but I am worried about nutting God damn it, Im a sexist, I drive a Lexus Textses out of her mind, and Im in Texas With a chainsaw, wait, what did I forget this Time, oh, my machetes getting upset, he said He was ready for me to come get him from inside the shed It was time, hes restless He wants to make blood shed like a storage unit But before I do it, let me think this through Cause if I behead this bitch then Id be headless Mic check, one, two I aint barely check the mic just yet And I just sweared like twice as many times In less than ninety seconds Than Andrew fucking Dice ever did in his fucking life But I guess Im expected to make these kinds of violent records Its why I keep rhyming reckless Fuck it, I swear, like a diamond necklace Since freestyling over phone tap, my lines connected With rhymes that kept in touch with the fans, thats why the more bars, the better my reception And I give a fuck about sales, and fuck pop, I dont even like refreshments Cindy Crawford tryna fend me off with a bendy straw At the waffle house, awful mouth But if you dont like what Im talking about then block me out Just then Foxy Brown, walks up and knocks me down Kicks me and socks me, ow Apparently still mad over what I said last year On that Vegas track, I just look stupid and stand there And try to act like I cant hear What? Sorry dear, but I think Pam Grier just stuck a tampon in my damn ear Thats when my man Denaun Porter ran behind me to pantomime That if you wanna kick his ass, stand in line Hands inside my pants as I fantasize taking advantage Of Brandy and Janet by grabbing my Spanish Fly Like a blind Hispanic guy with his zipper stuck Give a fuck, its all part of my grand design To get Amanda Bynes to come and fucking blow me like a dandelion Better watch your step, you bout to cross an outlandish mine Im what you get if Aaron Hernandez rhymed So stand aside unless you plan to find out how handy I am with a branding iron Fuck talking clear so you all can hear Id rather rap like a fucking auctioneer Fuck around and walk from here to the Southpaw premier Get on Pauls back, rapping Paul Revere So call me queer, cause Im always weird So praise a Genius, hope this dont get taken out of text But Hillary, I promise to wipe my server clean if you face subpoenas Got a name that speaks for itself like Anthony Weiner Hands in between my pants in a theater, jacking my meat A fan of Trina, Angelina, and Christina and Serena and Selena Scarlett Johansson, Tiffani Amber Thiessen Give me a damn good reason and not wanna slip an Ambien in the Cappuccino And try to have a 3-sum with Janet Reno Im fucked worse than Donald Trump On Lexapro in Mexico across from a Texaco in McDonalds drunk Broke and out of gas, busted water pump Getting fondled up by Ronald, feeling him on his rump Oh yeah, and me and Alyssa Milano hump We do Bringing the horror to emcees like the aura of the Run DMC fedora Addidas and Diadoras but I need at least three to four of those Rita Oras In a four seater Taurus but tell them my face is the best seat in the house I’ll let them bleed in my mouth while I’m eating them out Heat seeking missile, duck, demented, sick, hate and see who gives a fuck I invented prick, and that’s a true statement, I see the bitch in you Caitlyn I keep the pistol tucked like Bruce Jenner’s dick No disrespect though, not at all, no pun intended, that took a lot of balls Oh and Azealia Banks just wanna tell you thanks Now I got trailer skanks sending me Ball Park Franks in the mail as pranks And Hot Pockets, thanks a lot Awful, I made monopoly off misogyny Sodomy, how many chocolatey jell-o pops can he possibly lace, walking atrocity No wonder you scoff at me, it’s still obvious I’m as off-putting as Bill Cosby is Treat women like property, possessive like a noun with an apostrophe S’s, I’d probably stalk broccoli, yes it’s Socrates with a block of cheese and a dollar stuck in this soda pop machine Got emcees dropping to knees, copping a plea bargain They keep sobbing, like, “please stop it” Aftermath, bitch, still Detoxing Looking for us? 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We Ain’t Lyrics Hahahah, ladies and gentleman You are now about to witness the strength of Aftermath Straight out the mothafuckin streets of Compton Put your hands together, for Game, bitch! Hahahaha Yeah! Yeah, mothafuckas! Comptons back on the mothafuckin map Aftermath in that ass, bitch Game, lets go Me and Marshall aint start shit, they listen to our shit Then talk shit about us but that shit is foul when Im tryna feed my son and drop multi-platinum albums Make my mother proud that her son made it out But its hard when they hate us, and think Em a racist They say shit but fuck them, Shady one of the greatest Like Biggie and Pac was, we saw the throne was empty And decided to chase it, me, him and 50 racin This rap shit is basic, I followed that Jay shit Think of what I wanna say, step in the booth and one-take it How could I not sell a million when Im rappin on Dre hits Then spit that classical L.A. N.W.A. shit The media is bullshit, now we cant even say bitch They accusin Michael of touchin kids in the wrong places At first they embraced him, had a couple of facelifts Now people wanna place him with murderers and rapists They comin, I can taste this, swear to God I aint racin Put the clip in and waste em before I go out on that fake shit Im so sick and tired of this black shit, this white shit So I sit here and write shit, Em they aint gon like this So they callin us We aint goin Nowhere, so fuck you We aint goin Nowhere, so fuck you This day, the game, will never be the same Things just aint the same for gangstas The game just isnt the same, its changing Its a new game! Youre now about to witness the power Nowhere, so fuck you Only Dre can judge me for the mistakes Im making If Im faking, Im Clay Aiken You aint 50 and you aint Game, you lame, youre tame, bitch Youre mild sauce, you aint ready to make that flame switch Youll end up in the same situation, same shit Different day, just with different gangstas in your face, which Way do you wanna face when your brains hit pavement? Think of what youll say to Pastor Mase and save it For the day that they got them affidavits waving In my face, looking for answers, rap sensation Eminem battles to ward off accusations That he had somebody blasted, the mask of Jason Was found at the scene of the task with masking tape And the victims penis up his ass, a basket case And they ask him to clean up his act, you bastards wasting Too much time, me no kiss ass, and if thats the case then We aint going! We aint, goin Nowhere, so fuck you We aint, goin Nowhere, so fuck you This day, the game, will never be the same Things just aint the same for gangstas The game just isnt the same, its changing Its a new game! Youre now about to witness the power Nowhere, so fuck you Lo, get Dre on the phone quick Tell him Em just killed me on my own shit Im walking through 8 Mile, startin to get home sick Ima do Shady numbers, Im ridin my own dick Yeah the chrome sick, the windows tinted If Eminem is in it, body armor under the Pendleton These niggas is killing it, take a minute to listen Turn down my Jimi Hendrix, Ill throw your demo out the window For telling me its hot, when its not and you got What you got from them rocks, on the block, you just stopped Telling Dre you got shot with a Glock, that dont fade me Im crazy, why the fuck you think Im rhyming with Shady? I dont care if the radio dont play me, I say What I say when I feel like Im feeling today And get hard when these bitches see my car in the streets I cant even take my son to cop them G-Unit sneaks So Im gone, bitch We aint, goin Nowhere, so fuck you We aint, goin Nowhere, so fuck you This day, the game, will never be the same Things just aint the same for gangstas The game just isnt the same, its changing Its a new game! Youre now about to witness the power Nowhere, so fuck you Oh, G-shit homie Told you knock my respect Shut your ass up Aftermath motherfucker, haha Game, Slim Shady, Dr. Dre, G-Unit G-G-G-Unit24Embed

Goodbye Lyrics Oy yeah Beautiful I remember it like it just happened I couldve sworn it was a dream But in reality it hit me like a nightmare Or at least thats how it seemed I just got a grip on our relationship We was ironing things out, started picking up steam And when we didnt need it is when it all got heated And we both said some things that we probably didnt mean Then God intervened, guess more was at stake Thought we left nothing over, he put more on the plate She came home from the doctor with news Ive been wanting Says family was incoming, shes pregnant, twins coming But thats gotta be a lie She sighed, couldnt stop the tears coming from her eyes That birth control she on, for them its suicide As long as its still inside, two of them wouldnt survive Hard turn from memorable to cynical Picturing clothes for what wouldve been identical Similar outfits, similar names My deceased kids ultrasound in a frame So Im deprived of my chance to be a better dad Staring at my twins that I never had I shed a tear, looking up in the sky Even though yall just got here, goodbye Goodbye, goodbye, so long, farewell But its not the end of the chapter Goodbye, goodbye, so long, farewell Ill see you again in the afterlife My biological sperm donor, didnt wanna be a daddy So he hopped in his Caddy and turned corners on us Turned on us out the clear blue His last memory of his son is seeing me through his rearview I still love him yo, but I love his brother more My uncle showed me love no one could know Young and poor with a tougher road To suffer hunger was nothing but Unc would hold Us down, help moms lift the motherload I got grown and I used to wonder what it would be like to speak to pops as a grown man He provided that feeling, told me to take my career into my own hands He was there when I had no fans My cellphone rings, and after I answer A voice says Your uncles been diagnosed with cancer Worst news in my life Him and chemo going 12 rounds with a disease and theyre both losing the fight Im rushing up to Cedars-Sinai Praying for a miracle, I dont wanna see my idol die Before he did, the look in his eyes Said Even though you just got here, goodbye Goodbye, goodbye, so long, farewell But its not the end of the chapter Goodbye, goodbye, so long, farewell Ill see you again in the afterlife Ill see you again in the afterlife Someday in heaven we will reunite The flesh disappears but the soul survives Till next time, my friend, farewell, goodbye I walked in your daughters house, knowing that you gone But still looking out the corner of my eye, hoping youre on the couch That call felt like I was beef that had got shot up Ironic, I was on tour with Tech N9ne and Slaughterhouse D tried to talk to me, Crystal rubbed my back, as they was pouring out I caught the next thing soaring out Now Im in the air, in the midwest somewhere They said turbulence was severe, I dont know what they talking bout I aint feel a bump, body numb, mind drifting Im sniffling, asthma acting up, Im whistling Im wishing my mothers face looked so much different Im kissing my son, my aunt pacing in the kitchen My vision blurry, still I saw your face clear What a loss, this time I did more than waste beer Michelles strong, she held on, we got all the way there Then we walked in, she fell on the floor, this aint fair You was the voice when I considered them thoughts that aint clear Hey granny, I was fifth row at the Grammys An award they aint hand me, but I sat behind Will And right in front of Wayne, and got seen by the family I miss the early morning convos, believe me Regis on the TV, and the best baked ziti But you had an all white affair, grandpas all fly Even though you been got there, goodbye Goodbye, goodbye, so long, farewell But its not the end of the chapter Goodbye, goodbye, so long, farewell Ill see you again in the afterlife16Embed

2.0 Boys Lyrics Ryans a homicidal misfit, I write the solution of biophysics On the side of a cliff in some hieroglyphics This my admission to having violent psychotic wit Devour, polish it, politics By the way Im higher than the Eiffel Tower tip I like writing, but I will stick this pencil in your ass Before I write your shit, pause, inhaling hella kush Us and Yelawolf like a heavy foot gas pedal push Felons, crooks, going door-to-door Like we selling books, Dolly Parton style, melons mushed Now my bitch a dancer, Im about as sick as cancer If you could swallow my style, youd probably rip your pants up If you could bottle my style and sell it to somebody It probably will smell like cologne made out of bits of panther They call me anchorman, I hold down the ship Leave you niggas floating in water, then go and drown a fish Fuck, Im fucking heinous, I make you fucking famous Them lead showers is coming, fuck is you saying? Fuck! Its fucking raining, shit! Theres lightning, bitch! Its thundering cause Im cussing up a storm if you wondering, shit! Shit! You couldnt muster up enough thought Just take a dump during a brain fart, chump If you want urine in your face, all you had to do was say That you wish you wouldve just stayed pissed off in the first place We came to monopolize the game, Illuminati is here Yeah, human oddities, at odds with us your squads gotta be Cause we started out cold in a snowball, we froze Soon as we rolled up on these hoes, alls we know Is yall lowered the bar like limbo, you know who you are So quit fucking the dog before we start calling you Bizarre Shit, screw the pooch, yall done raped a pitbull Fell in love with the Shih Tzu, this missiles directed directly at you And this for these hoes who dont know me from a can of paint You must be huffing, fuck a ball sack If the taints cant take you on a date, you mistake me for a gentleman You 2000 and late, man, and Will I aint, Im the bad guy Type of guy that will drag five girls up on stage Pour ice in their pants, and the first one who pees gets a black eye Must be outta your mind You think you fucking with us Suck on these nuts, bitch, hang it up This game is over Puffin loosies, watching I Love Lucy with Gary Busey Crazy, how the fuck could you son me? Im Shady Will there ever come a day when they could slay me? I dont know, fifth month, black and yellow insect, maybe Til then I kill the bad man tryna slay me Everything you kick weak, your spit kung fugazi All my homeboys, 2.0 Boys Nickel, I just picked up a Phantom, look how it rolls, Royce Even if I wanted to quit, I aint got no choice Verses keep coming, I should invoice my own voice You should see the kind of asses that my pole hoist Hoes be like diamonds in your chain, man, so moiss Bang bang, bang bang, House Gang, chainsaw Here to kill you pussies, dont ask what we came for I write until my right arm veins sore Forearm feel like Thors arm in a gang war You hear that? Yaowa, you know who finna fall out Definitively finish you, my fist take out that eyeball Piranha mentality with a Jaws bite all night Coming up, never saw light, but never lost sight Jets and movers, cesspoolers, meth abusers You step to us, TECs, Rugers to respect the shooters My men think in sync, roll with the best crew Move to the beat of the same drum without Lex Luger Welcome to neighborhood, big in the jects, G Cheated death multiple times without rigging the deck So Im well-prepped if you just want war There will be blood everywhere, you be laying on the Louboutin floor Its raw, you keeping acting like you dont know Mouse, nigga And you going to need the best doctors, House nigga Guard your jewels and avoid large tools Cause after I spill you at the light, you be in a car pool Keep your distance from idiots, cause the truth told They food for thoughts rotten, they gems are fools gold Need results from my actions, mistakes Ill exonerate Im Martin King staring at a picture of Obamas face Talking funds, niggas aint never seen stock I dont need the key to the game, I pick a mean lock Must be outta your mind You think you fucking with us Suck on these nuts, bitch, hang it up This game is over Take off, you invited inside of the mind of A psychotic rhymer, Im kind of a Im grinding up rappers Im lining up jackers Im climbing up ladders I buy enough clappers to retire you factors, fire at drama You liars and actors, Im the genuine article But read me wrong, get my gun and split you to particles Tell me when and Im there Not only heir to the throne, but my chair is suspended in air Stay fly like unlimited fare You got us pegged wrong, my circle dont fit in with squares I smell shit and piss, know where its coming from You stepped on number two just to be number one Now Imma step on you, bring it to your yard Bogart for arts, we go hard You frauds just blow hard like broads, I coast guard the West Im Mozart, I compose dark shit with no heart I got Jim Beam in the liver, getting head like clean clippers With haters on my dick like a jeans zipper When I throw up 16s like I drink liquor You think you seen sick? Well, bitch, you aint seen sicker Than a cracker thatll hop around in a hospital gown Popping the trunk, my pump will stay cocking the rounds I shit logs and I piss river brown Cause I drink creek water and spit the river Nile And thats as close as I get to a pyramid Shit, they think Im Illuminati, so fucking ignorant Sick with a grin, here with this pen, so innocent But when you win, they say you a sin, but in the end They jump on the bandwagon and dance to the band playing Skinny-ass pants sagging, its only yourself you playing Call me a clown, but you love what the clowns sanging Im a freak shows at the county carnival, then you paying Bitch, Im on a trapeze with no legs in the dark Yelling Go Shady!, driving slower than an old lady In an old 89, no piece if you pay me Give me peace sign on my grill, no Mercedes Im getting paid for these shows that I throw lately Same shows a year ago would have broken most of you crazies They call me crazy cause I made it Bitch, you crazy cause you quit, look at my clique lately You aint fucking with Budden, you aint got no choice with Royce You dont want to see the Crooked I, well, listen to Ortiz voice That dirt road hit the 8 Mile, the point oh boys And if Marshall want me to clap then homie I deploy, game over Yo, I dont think they heard you, tell em again Game over!24Embed

Thug 4 Life Lyrics Hahaha, right, thug for life, nigga Cant you read the signs? Mobbin like a motherfucker, stuck Can you picture a middle finger out the window, gettin fucked Off liquor; get loaded, cant control it Nigga, pass me the blunt and let me roll it You get the bozack to the ho-stack, thats for sho, black So be a mack and keep your dough fat And tell me, what does it take to be a G? I started with a quarter ounce, soon bounced to a ki You gotta watch your back, stay strapped, be alert Started as a young motherfucker doin dirt And now Im in the rap game, like the crack game, I got enemies Cant pretend to see my friends are not my enemies And even thug motherfuckers wanna have fun Stuck in, buckin my motherfuckin Magnum What does it take to be a G? Silence is a must, violence is a plus Bust shots at my adversaries, them niggas scurry Pick a spot to be buried, ‘cause Ill be buckin in a fuckin hurry Thug for life, high til I die When them stupid-ass bitches ask why, tell em Shootin crooked ass cops, let me fry Do or die, to my brothers in the penitentiary Raise hell, when them niggas mention me Thug for life, high til I die When them stupid-ass bitches ask why, tell em Thug for life, high til I die When them stupid-ass bitches ask why, tell em Thug for life, high til I die When them stupid-ass bitches ask why, tell em Game thicker than most of these tricks I got my mind on makin money But you stuck on these fake bitches And jealous motherfuckers cant see Thats its the fame that causes These stupid bitches to pass the pussy free So tell me, why you sweat a motherfucker like me? A young nigga tryin to hustle up some Gs You pussy-ass playa hatin hoes Freakin down on niggas, jumpin around at the shows And you the first motherfucker to jump To the trunk when its time for funk, little trick-ass punk Thug motherfuckers dont die We get high and we multiply, motherfucker Give a holla to my niggas in the Bay Im livin in L.A., still clutchin on my AK Thug for life, high til I die When them stupid-ass bitches ask why, tell em Shootin crooked ass cops, let me fry Do or die, to my brothers in the penitentiary Raise hell, when them niggas mention me Thug for life, high til I die When them stupid-ass bitches ask why, tell em Thug for life, high til I die When them stupid-ass bitches ask why, tell em Thug for life, high til I die When them stupid-ass bitches ask why, tell em Thug for life, beyatch! Yeah, nigga, Thug Life From now until for motherfuckin forever Have-nots in this, motherfucker18Embed

Session One Lyrics Ladies and gentlemen, make some noise! Aw, shit! Yeah You ready to get this shit started or what? Aight, well, I brought some friends with me too Now I aint back just for the sake of just sayin Im back I could relax, but Id rather stack ammo on tracks Couple Xanax, light a couple wax candles, then black- -out and relapse til I yack Jack Daniels and gnac Burp bubbles, attitudes immaturin, double Shot of Bacardi, party, vision is blurrin— woah-ho I cant see shit, my words get to slurrin— uh-oh! You can call me R. Kelly now, youre in trouble! Whats occurrin before, after, and durin the show Has no bearin on the bad news Im bearin, woah What is it, wordplay? No, Im pushin you out the do So suck my dick on the couch if you wanna cushion the blow Now stomp your fuckin feet til you get to squishing a ho Its pandemonium, standing o when you see him, oh Damn, baby, you look good, youre givin me wood You should pull over like a sweatshirt wit a hood Its neck work, get our polly on, you and me both Break bread while Im coppin over this game to pinch a loaf Now, homie, whos your favorite pain in the ass? Who claims to be Spittin the same flames as me? Im Kanye when he crashed In other words, I got the hood on smash like I stepped on the gas Destroyed the front end, deployed the damn airbags from the dash Went through em and laughed, came back an hour after the accident And bit a goddamn Jawbreaker in half! So stop fakin the funk and start shakin your ass Slaughterhouse in the house with the Caucasian of rap And Just Blaze on the track, whats the fucks more amazin than that Slut? Answer me that! Royce, where you at? Im right here, Fire Marshall, verbal pair of pliers, I pry apart you Lump on your head designed by a bar stool Designed by a cartoon Before I need to be hired, Jimmy, Ill fire Marshall The 9 tucked against the linin I pull it out and flip your partner upside-down like yall are a couple 69ing Its like Rick James is shootin up your house, nigga! Fuck yo couch, nigga! You screamin, Fuck the world! with your middle finger up While Im over here shovin my dick in a hole in the mud My bitch know Im perfectly fit for murder Because I murdered her, so you can call me Nicole to O. J. to Glove I got a posse of insane clowns Blow your brains on your opposite ear and ask you how your brain sounds Bad, Evil, we go Alfred E. Neu- -mann, mad cerebral, you on your last burrito! Its a wrap if you eatin Get a beat, then terrorize that bitch like Im Middle Eastern Slaughterhouse on fire, nobody touchin that Good day and good night! Ortiz, yo, where the fuck you at? Im right here in my Nike Airs, Buzz Light-years Ahead of my mic peers , quite scary to look at, a nightmare Where my book at? Ill write fear in the heart of you tight squares I harbor the art of you nice wear Its type weird cause that made me hotter than my dear Uncle Als breath after polishin off his ninth beer Homie, chill, listen, I swear Im god, I give tracks a Holy-feel, and they bite ears Im right here, why wouldnt I be? Just waiting to be hooked to IV As Mumm-Ras well, when you look at my pee And this joint , so just point And record the pigs oink This isnt just an infection This wont go away with penicillin injections Millions of questions arose after they did an inspection, what I exhibit Seems to be non-contagious yet anybody can get it Aw shiddit, I did it again, when I liddift this pen I emitted this phlegm, this time its alongside Edeminem So tell a friend to tell a friend write a disgusting hook Jump in shark water and swim! Yo, where the fuck is Crook? Im right here, lettin the shotty pop, quick as a karate chop Get your body shot, get your top chopped, like a lollipop Call it Maserati drop, in the body shop Get your mommy knocked and your Uncle Tommy molli-wopped I take your life to the ninth innin A knife in the gunfight, I love it, me and my knife winnin I laugh when you fall, the shitll be funny Ill buy my bitch a new ass and watch her sit on my money Man, all the bitches holla— they wanna drop my britches Then jaw on my dick and swallow, leave drawers in this Impala I ball like Iguodala, I bear more arms than six koalas As soon as I draw, get sent to Allah Bilinguist don, I kill with the tongue, Im Atilla the Hun Im Genghis Khan, Im a genius spawn I pillage your village for fun, an egregious con A syllable gun, real as they come, Long Beach Saddam! Slaughterhouse equals swine flu, are South flying We do it to try to do without tryin Cause to its us its so easy Wheres Jumpoff Joe Beezy?26Embed

Steve Berman Lyrics door opening Instrumental for Whats the Difference by Dr. Dre plays in the background Aye! Hey, Em, whats up? Steve Berman, whats going on, man? How you doin? Good to see you again, whats up? Em, could you come here and have a seat, please? Umm, yeah, whats u- Vanessa, shut the door Okay, door closes So, whats up? Hows orders lookin for the first week? It would be better if you gave me nothing at all Wh- This album is less than nothing I cant sell this fucking record Wha- Do you know whats happening to me out there? Wh-wha-whats the problem? Violet Brown told me to go fuck myself! Whos Violet- Tower Records told me to shove this record up my ass! Do you know what it feels like to be told to have a record Shoved up your ass? But I- Im gonna lose my fucking job over this Do you know why Dres record was so successful? Hes rapping about big-screen TVs, blunts, 40s and bitches Youre rapping about homosexuals and Vicodin I mean... I cant sell this shit! What- Either change the record or its not comin out! What? I- Now get the fuck out of my office! What am I sposed- Now! sigh Alright, man-7Embed

The King and I Lyrics A-doopy-doo-doo-duh I roll up like the bottom of a toothpaste tube Blue suede shoes, one missin a shoelace to it Two new chains, you can call me 2 Chainz Ropes hang like Husseins noose Yeah, they let the fruitcake loose It goes: one for the trailer park, two for my baby-ma Three for the tater tots, four if you ate a lot Five if you came to rock, straight up while Im shittin on my comp Im about to use the John like Grey Poupon Money like a scroll, bitch, my paper long Longer than it takes a blonde to put her makeup on Cause me and Elvis gelled together like cellmates Yeah, this the Jailhouse, bitch, and I dont give a– And I dont give a shit about a thing you say I just wanna feel like a king today And if you dont like it you can sit and spin Middle fingers up , we bout to do this shit again Modus operandi, bottle of blond dye Top five since I discovered peroxide Yeah, since I got signed , I went from pot pies To Jack and the Bean– , Im watchin my stock rise These little attention seekers, Im finna treat em like diabetics Got em all on pins and needles , just like Ozempic, meaning Give these little pricks the finger, and when I stick this thing up Its higher than Wiz Khalifa , soon as he lit the weed up As I go pickin speed up , like I was finna re-up Rap is my new Vicodin, Suboxene is how I treat it Still goin toe-to-toe, Im still boxing with all my demons But a couple Xanny bars and Im Danny Gar–, see ya! Been stuntin on you from the jump like Evel Knievel Back in the cut and stackin chips up like a can of Pringles Sometimes I feel like Pete Rose , I got so many hit singles Bitch, I barely have any wrinkles, you sleepin on me like Im ZzzQuil So I dont give a shit about a thing you say I just wanna feel like a king today And if you dont like it you can sit and spin Middle fingers up, we bout to do this shit again And it goes: one for the trailer park, two for my baby-ma Three for the tater tots, four if you ate a lot Five if you came to rock and you never gave a fuck Middle fingers up, we bout to do this shit again I stole black music, yeah true Perhaps used it as a tool to combat school Kids came back on some bathroom shit Now I call a hater a bidet Cause they mad that they cant do shit And I know Im such a dick, huh? And it must be fuckin with ya To know I up and quit the Prescription drugs and liquor And yet my buzz is bigger Still rappin circles around you Like a boa constrictor Now Im about to explain to you all the parallels Between Elvis and me, myself It seem obvious: one, hes pale as me Second, we both been hailed as kings He used to rock the Jailhouse, and I used to rock The Shelter We sell like Velveeta Shells & Cheese But yall miss the meaner me, back when I had felonies That went over your head because you just fell on knees You just literally knelt to me, I used to have no self-esteem I used to cry myself to sleep Honestly, I need doubters because you motherfuckers Motivate me to make you look stupid Believers, a little faith is all I seek from you All I need to do is hear you say the same shit My father said to me when I was just a week or two Marshall, I be leavin you No more Guinness Stout, but my belief in myself Once again is stout , so many world records, Im Guinnessed out Shit you say goes in and out My ear canals, so either my hearings out Or I dont give a shit about a thing you say I just wanna feel like a king today And if you dont like it you can sit and spin Middle fingers up, we bout to do this shit again36Embed

It’s O.K. Lyrics Check it out! Hey, Kyu! Its a broke day but everything is okay Im up all night but everything is alright Its a rough week and I dont get enough sleep Its a long year pretendin I belong here Its a broke day but everything is okay Im up all night but everything is alright Its a rough week and I dont get enough sleep Its a long year pretendin I belong here One day I plan to be a family man, happily married I want to grow to be so old that I have to be carried Til Im glad to be buried, and leave this crazy world And have at least a half a million for my baby girl It may be early to be plannin this stuff Cause Im still strugglin hard to be the man, and its tough Cause man, its been rough, but still I manage enough Ive been taken advantage of Damaged and scuffed, my hands have been cuffed But I dont panic and huff, frantic and puff, or plan to give up The minute shit hits the fan and erupts Im antein up, double or nothin Ive been troubled enough and Im sick of strugglin and sufferin See, my destinys to rest in ease Til Im impressed and pleased With my progress I wont settle for less than cheese Im on a quest to seize all, my own label to call Way before my baby is able to crawl Im too stable to fall, the pressure motivates To know I hold the weight of boulders on my shoulder blades I see the golden gates to Heaven on Earth Where they dont pull a weapon on you when youre steppin on turf, Kyu Its a broke day but everything is okay Im up all night but everything is alright Its a rough week and I dont get enough sleep Its a long year pretendin I belong here Its a broke day but everything is okay Im up all night but everything is alright Its a rough week and I dont get enough sleep Its a long year pretendin I belong here Im goin for broke, gamblin and playin for keeps Every day in the streets, scramblin and payin for cheap Prayin for sleep, dreamin with a waterin mouth Wishin for a better life for my daughter and spouse In this slaughterin house Caught up in bouts with the root of all evil Ive seen it turn beautiful people crude and deceitful And make em do shit illegal for these Grants and Jacksons These transactions explain a mans actions But in the midst of this insanity, I found my Christianity Through God and theres a wish he granted me He showed me how to cope with the stress And hope for the best, instead of mopin depressed Always gropin a mess of flyin over the nest To sellin dope with the rest I quit smokin cess to open my chest Life is stressful inside this cesspool Tryin to wrestle, I almost bust a blood vessel My little brothers tryin to learn his mathematics Hes asthmatic, runnin home from school away from crack addicts Kids attract static, children with automatics Takin target practice on teens for Starter jackets Im usin smarter tactics to overcome this slum I wont become as dumb as some and succumb to scum Its cumbersome, Im tryin to do well on this Earth But its been hell on this Earth since I fell on this Earth Its a broke day but everything is okay Im up all night but everything is alright Its a rough week and I dont get enough sleep Its a long year pretendin I belong here Its a broke day but everything is okay Im up all night but everything is alright Its a rough week and I dont get enough sleep Its a long year pretendin I belong here Ah Its okay Yeah, its alright Even though I cant sleep Ah, yeah Its okay Its alright I cant sleep 31Embed

Parables Lyrics Gotta ride with em, ride with em Ride with em, roll with the, whoa, whoa, whoa Tell em, Ride with em, we could ride with em Ride with em, whoa, we could, whoa, whoa, whoa I tell the odd, gotcha, odd, getcha, woo, what Check it out, nigga, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Nigga, I need, we could fight with em, ride Yeah, uh, yeah Done seen some shit within my lifetime, my light shine bright Protect yo energy from poison when the python strike My first mistake was doin robberies on Niken bikes Watch my movеs and Ima show you what a icon like Yall let bygones bе bygones, right? Nigga, fuck yo truce, bust yo move And if that nigga touch your shoes You better blast on em and on my mama, nigga Ima get that cash on em, hunnid on the dash on em Swerve, born from the trench, you from the burbs Nigga, fuck the early bird, nigga Ima get this motherfuckin chicken And if a nigga ever got a problem, nigga We can fuckin solve it, on my mama, nigga I just been itchin to prove myself I just pray throughout the struggle I dont lose myself Glock, no safety, Plaxico, I might shoot myself They catchin bullets like two Odells, and, nigga, you gon tell But listen I can tell you bout the time was goin hard up in the paint And I can tell you shit that other niggas cant, lemme tell you I can tell you bout the time I had to drop a nigga rank And I can tell you shit I did up off the drank, lemme tell you I can tell you bout the time I signed a deal for twenty bands And used that shit to get my brother out the can, lemme tell you I can tell you bout the time I had a penny and a plan I can tell you shit, but you wont understand, lemme tell you, nigga First and foremost, for every door thats opened, a door close Beat a nigga, take his Bordeauxs, upgrade my wardrobe And Lord knows livin like this, it leads a short road A dead end, or prison time, where we was headin Instead, when I got bread, broke it with brethren Eyes open, leave the house, move like a veteran Made a couple dollars from come-ups, my niggas flexin Nigga got a problem, then I can make some corrections Okay, cool, still with the same niggas since grade school Give a fuck about your Shade Room when I had made room For everybody on that late moon, and word to Rae Sremm Had to bring the motherfuckin swang on em And I aint even wanna have to blank on em That Lam truck got a full tank on em But, a nigga better not look at me wrong Its certain shit that I cant say on this song, but let me tell you, nigga I can tell you bout the time was goin hard up in the paint And I can tell you shit that other niggas cant, lemme tell you I can tell you bout the time I had to drop a nigga rank And I can tell you shit I did up off the drank, lemme tell you I can tell you bout the time I signed a deal for twenty bands And used that shit to get my brother out the can, lemme tell you I can tell you bout the time I had a penny and a plan I can tell you shit, but you wont understand, lemme tell you, nigga I done seen some shit within my lifetime, at one time I Can still remember just how bad I used to want 5 mics My biggest dream was just to make it into Unsigned Hype Its so hard for me to fathom this was once my life Shitll make you wanna cop out like a plea deal So I treat a beat like its Tekashi, spit on that bitch like Meek Mill My addiction got me weak-willed Im relapsing, I think I cant seem to stop eating Beat Pills And Doctor D-R-E he still keeps on giving me refills Send em at me, bullets hit indiscriminately Women and men and little kids senior citizens till the Sig is empty Whipped Gen-Z into a frenzy, but no give, is in me, Im stingy And that is the motherfuckin difference between them and me And thats the reason Im, in my Louis Vuitton Gorier than Eva Long This rap shit, is somethin that youll never see me at, like senior prom What I means the bars, higher than Cheech and Chong When you give them each a bong I call my Stans a, fan club cause whoever its unleashed upon Fuckin beats up on, like police batons Yall are window shoppers, bunch a Peeping Toms Still got that bullseye on my back, red dot on my head Yeah, blood on my hands for some of the rhymes that Ive said Police squad on the task Got em hot on my trail, like my stepfather with the belt, I got S.W.A.T on my ass I was painfully shy, now Im proud of myself Like Obamas kids, I came outta my shell And I can promise this On my mama, shit, no daughters, bitch That every single wordll be true so with out further adieu Its return of the ruthless more murderous than Mook is so what youre gonna dos think Im allergic when I point this motherfuckin burner at chu I throw shade itll be curtains for you Pray for the verse to get through, birth of a new Worser me whos determined to do Permanent damage with the words that I threw, birds-eye view Im referred to as Zeus Circlin you like Im a vulture features are tournaments, I turn em into Turning me loose is like verbal abuse, language hurtful to use cursin at you Made a couple of mistakes that occurred in my youth, jumped a hurdle or two word but Im through With tellin you about the food stamps and the government cheese And how we used to get school lunches for free Already told ya, bout the holes up in my Pony shoes and Rustler jeans When it was Mother, lil brother and me I told you bout, being kicked out 20 degrees, no money to eat Bout the thrift stores and being piss poor, the Christmases Ma had gifts for us, when bro and me discovered that she Was wrappin shit up around the house, to stick it under the tree Damn32Embed

Heartbreak Lyrics You used to be so cool, what the fuck happened to you? Look at what all this rapping and money-stacking will do I couldve been stuck out in Bama, had I not flew the coop And my babies would suffer Christmas cause Santa aint got no loot Uh, money aint the issue you said, thats funny now Cause moneys all I could give you to shut your motherfucking mouth Here, take 20 grand and buy yourself a lawyer Shit, heres a whip so my kids aint gotta walk to the store for ya, fuck Momma told me I should keep it real My record aint selling, momma, Im trying hard enough to keep a deal Meanwhile Im throwing paper down into an empty pit I got a business Im trying to run, man, fuck this bitch I shouldve seen it coming, she never pulled her weight Im carrying her like an elephant on a dinner plate You gassed em, Yelawolf, you better pump your fucking brakes, asshole You got the nerve to Wanna talk about heartbreak, oh, oh Baby, Ive been around, you know Ive been around And I cant pretend to love you right now So you can go cry your heart out until you drown Hope you can swim it out cause I cant be friends with a friend like you tryna hold me down You got some nerve to be mad at me for, fuck, anything What have I done besides give you what I could not afford? The kids are happy cause they really dont know anything If they only knew what toys that their momma could afford The vacation they could be taking when daddys on tour Wait, you are on vacation, thats what this shit is for I get it, Im like the fountain of youth Youre in the bed with your boo and you two are sipping courvoisier, true? This song aint no diss, its a living proof Skit of skin and tooth, the witch in you bit, left me with cracked roofs I aint done, bitch, put this shit in loop Heres a melody so it sticks in your head like your tracks do, ooh You wanna walk around like its all good Cause Im the golden ticket to get out of the hood You better hope somebody cares more than I do Cause my will dont include you Wanna talk about heartbreak, oh, oh Baby, Ive been around, you know Ive been around And I cant pretend to love you right now So you can go cry your heart out until you drown Hope you can swim it out cause I cant be friends with a friend like you tryna hold me down There aint no fucking way Imma let you take this hard-earned money, bitch And I cant pretend to love you right now So you can go cry your heart out until you drown Hope you can swim it out cause I cant be friends with a friend like you tryna hold me down Hold up, wait a minute, let me drop this shit up in it Therell always be a special place For you in my bank account You fucking bitch Wanna talk about heartbreak, oh, oh Baby, Ive been around, you know Ive been around And I cant pretend to love you right now So you can go cry your heart out until you drown Hope you can swim it out cause I cant be friends with a friend like you tryna hold me down There aint no fucking way Imma let you take this hard-earned money, bitch And I cant pretend to love you right now So you can go cry your heart out until you drown Hope you can swim it out cause I cant be friends with a friend like you tryna hold me down39Embed

I’m Supposed to Die Tonight Lyrics Ah-ha man! Ayy you know where them niggas be at right? Take me to em All through the hood I keep hearin niggas sayin Im supposed to die tonight Niggas done put a hit out and they talkin like the shit okay Im gonna ride tonight We rollin, whip stolen, AK loaded Im gonna ride tonight We smokin , straight locn, lockin loadin Somebody gon die tonight This is not new, I been in this position before Grandma crib, niggas outside of her door Different day, same shit, old MAC, new clip 32 hollow-tips, gloves, no rubber grip Im a boss, but niggas never show no respect I catch em slippin, Ill have em tongue-kissin my TEC Go on, come, test me, pussy boy, dont try it Police response never fast enough to shots fired Dont be stupid, find out who you fuckin with son Fore we find out where yo bitch get her hair and nails done Its elementary, life is but a dream You know row, row your boat, your blood forms a stream After you get hit, you shoulda thought about the shit You took that paper you take a life or yo life get took bitch Sometimes I sit and look at life from a different angle Dont know if Im Gods child or Im Satans angel All through the hood I keep hearin niggas sayin Im supposed to die tonight Niggas done put a hit out and they talkin like the shit okay Im gonna ride tonight We rollin, whip stolen, AK loaded Im gonna ride tonight We smokin, straight locn, lockin loadin Somebody gon die tonight In 2002, if you asked me to make a wish I simply woulda wished that my music would be a hit Big said, Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper And pray for my downfall, I understand it all But me, Im a little more flashy a nigga So chances are, Ima have to blast me a nigga Im on that Kevlar vest shit, that Wild Wild West shit Theres 81 one karat stones in my necklace I shine so hard, I make motherfuckers wan kill me Every projects in every hood I go, they feel me Know it sounds like rap, but this shit is real B I dont talk that rich shit, but nigga Im filthy When I come out to play, and my mob aint with me You can bet your bottom dollar that revolver with me Homeboy, frontin on mell shorten your lifespan Hold the mic with my left, my knife in my right hand Yeah! All through the hood I keep hearin niggas sayin Im supposed to die tonight Niggas done put a hit out and they talkin like the shit okay Im gonna ride tonight We rollin, whip stolen, AK loaded Im gonna ride tonight We smokin, straight locn, lockin loadin Somebody gon die tonight20Embed

Revelation Lyrics I dont wanna go to school, I dont need no education! I dont wanna be like you, I dont wanna save the nation! I just wanna live my life, every day a celebration! One day, Ima leave this world, Im waiting for the revelation! I wanna kill myself! Im still debating In front of a Baptist church masturbating, praying to Satan Think Im crazy cause I smoke crack Live on B with the mac in a two family flat Tired of getting hit in the face with a broom My moms on her period, my dads in my room I got ten rocks and I need to get out I sold them in five minutes, at my own damn house My poor grandmother, God bless her soul The bitch got AIDS , she just waiting to die of a cold Theres three things that keep me from being a Nazi: Im black, a fag, and my dads Liberace No matter how bad the beating, I went to school cheating My dad whooped my ass at a PTA meeting Skipping school I had to have nuts just to do it Got bored and became truant When I had the gall to go I just couldnt do it I was lured into corners by the peer pressure shit How would you feel if you was held by the tip of a barrel Getting threatened to get your skin ripped to bone marrow? Bet suburban kids never got rushed for their apparel Like me, outcast, last to class First to leave, when the teacher called on me Best believe I had something up my sleeve Ive been praised and labeled as crazed My mother was unable to raise me, full of crazy rage An angry teenager, nothing can change me back Gangsta rap made me act like a maniac I was boosting, so influenced by music I used it As an excuse to do shit, ooh, I was stupid No one can tell me nothing hip-hop overwhelmed me To the point where it had me in a whole nother realm It was like isolating myself was healthy It felt like we was on welfare but wealthy Compelled me to excel when school had failed me Expelled me and when the principal would tell me I was nothing, and I wouldnt amount to shit I made my first million and counted it Now look at, a fucking drop-out that quit Stupid as shit, rich as fuck, and proud of it Thats why I dont wanna go to school, I dont need no education! I dont wanna be like you, I dont wanna save the nation! I just wanna live my life, everyday a celebration! One day, Ima leave this world, Im waiting for the revelation! I was raised with a rifle and mask Steadily beating my psychiatrists ass just for asking about my past I was never on that punk shit; fucking around Can get your beloved abducted, smothered in blood quick You couldnt pay Swift to give a fuck Was crazy like my father, it mustve been poison in that niggas nut Far as probation, fuck peeing in cups I violate at any time, let them see the blunt I grew up steadily masturbating inside of cells Young as hell, having conversations with myself You could tell I wasnt lenient, a disobedient Lynched and slapped teachers, bitch, Im not reading it You dont know what dogs go through, a little nigga Sipping liquor with my old dude, what the fuck you gon do? Im quick to curse you, I told my mother that Ima hurt you If you ever again mention that curfew Look, my family ignores me and I dont like that They dont even listen when I tell them Ill be right back This nice beautiful house, ma, it dont mean shit Cause you know daddys a drunk and he dont clean shit And yesterday, he hit me like a grown fucking man I couldnt stand up to him, I just ducked and ran Im sick of this, I wish on Christmas That I can get a loaded four-fifth and put a fucking end to this I got no friends and I cant get a bitch Only thing I have is dirty magazines and sticky fingertips Nothing to smile about, Im about to lose my mind Got me an automatic .9, now Im wilding out When schools over, pu-pil are people to shoot through Kids going cuckoo, with a two-two Since my friend is this new dude, in this high school Losing his noodle learn that people dont like you The football jocks is, spitting on him Popular kids in school is now picking on him Burn out youngster niggas now hitting on him And his teacher in his english class keep flipping on him And now hes grounded with no allowances For drinking forty ounces, cause he was caught by his counselors And why the fuck I gotta ride the bench coach? Already got expelled for wearing a trench coat All I ever seen is... Told me to keep silent, stop battin my eyelids Its apparent that my parents werent parents at all Thats why I blow out my brains and slaughter you all I dont wanna go to school, I dont need no education! I dont wanna be like you, I dont wanna save the nation! I just wanna live my life, everyday a celebration! One day, Ima leave this world, Im waiting for the revelation! If you dont eat your meat, how can you have any pudding? How can you have any pudding if you dont eat your meat? If you dont eat your meat, you cant have any pudding! You cant have any pudding if you dont eat your meat!13Embed

Taking My Ball Lyrics Yo, Dre, Man Make my vocals sound sexy... woo! Come on, man, come on, man, okay It feels so wrong cause it feels so right But its all right, its okay with me Ill do my steps all by myself I dont need nobody to play with me But if you just give me a chance I can put you in a trance the way I dance But dont nobody wanna play with me So Im taking my ball and going home, home Im that guy, man, shove a diamond up my hind end And crush it with my butt muscles while I cut vocals Slut poke holes in ya shirt, jump in mud puddles While I stomp mudholes in ya ass, girl, now lets cuddle Blood curdlin, youre gurglin on your blood, whatll I do for my next trick? Im feelin wonderful I think I might just do somethin a little less subtle Shove a fuckin Tonka truck up a little kids butthole Feel the wrath of a psychopath slash ambassador Of the Valentines Day Massacre slash assassin I slash her in the ass with a icicle And leave her layin in a blood bath while I Put a catheter in and jump in the bath with her In my Spider-Man mask, man, just imagine the Fun I can have with a strap-on Stick it up Kim Kardashians ass and make the bitch run a triathlon Are those pistachios? Damn, Id like to have some Laying on the patio, man, rolling a fat one Shady, drop the magic marker, put the cap on Goddamn, man, are you that much of an asshole? It feels so wrong cause it feels so right But its all right, its okay with me Ill do my steps all by myself I dont need nobody to play with me But if you just give me a chance I can put you in a trance the way I dance But dont nobody wanna play with me So Im taking my ball and going home, home Im like Houdini, tuck my teenie eenie weenie between each One of my thighs and make it disappear like a genie Make the shit disappear like Tara Reid in a bikini Believe me, homie, you dont know the meaning of a meanie They call me the fruit loop from Jupiter, Im tryna maneuver the Hoover up in your poop chute, dont move or ya Might get it stuck so fuckin far up in your uvula You aint gonna know what he was tryna do to ya gluteus Totally tubular, sniffin glue through a tube in the studio Now who do ya think is more fruitier? Wiener smothered in peanut butter, puttin on a tube of ya Eye shadow and man, it looked nice, you shouldve seen it, mother I think Ill put a piece of art on my Visa card Then Ill go beat Mischa Barton with a Cuisinart Then mosey on over to Rosie ODonnells with McDonalds Jump on her lap then watch The Sopranos It feels so wrong cause it feels so right But its all right, its okay with me Ill do my steps all by myself I dont need nobody to play with me But if you just give me a chance I can put you in a trance the way I dance But dont nobody wanna play with me So Im taking my ball and going home, home Shady, what are you doin chewin on a human? Grab an aluminum bat, hit Heidi Klum in the back, boom! And Assumin the fact that that dudes in the back room Usin the bathroom, vacuumin a raccoon Skewin a rat, a cat screwin a baboon You shouldnt ask what is he doin with that broom You should be glad he aint leave you full of stab wounds You in a trance, Im back doing my dance, ooh But theyre afraid I might get Sarah Palin by the hair And make her wear a bathin suit and take her parasailin Shady, why do you gotta pick on the lady for? Why you make her read eighty-four bedtime stories to you in baby talk? Cause Im scared, theres monsters under my bed Kellie Pickler hid my juice box under my bassinet No wonder my ass is wet, my diaper needs to be changed You like graffiti, dyke? Well, I can pee-pee and write your name It feels so wrong cause it feels so right But its all right, its okay with me Ill do my steps all by myself I dont need nobody to play with me But if you just give me a chance I can put you in a trance the way I dance But dont nobody wanna play with me So Im taking my ball and going home, home Fine, nobody wants to play with me? Fuck you then, bitch! You guys are always mean to me anyways All you ever do is rub gum in my hair and stuff You guys are gonna make me... make me sad, Im sad Im gonna cry... Im crying Im going to tell my mom... Mom!20Embed

Stimulate Lyrics Psst, hey, listen Haha, I love my job Makes me feel like ... Superman! Haha Can you fly? I can, wanna see? Im only entertainin you, my Goal is to stimulate, makin you high And take you and I To a place that you cant see but I believe you can fly I dont mean nobody harm, Im just partyin Im not your dad, not your mom, not your guardian Just the man whos on the mic So let me entertain you My lyrical content is constantly under fire No wonder why I constantly bomb back To combat attacks with constant concepts When lyrics are constantly took outta context Failure to communicate with Congress has Been a problem for the longest, I guess, but Maybe one day we can make some progress Food for thought, see how long it takes to digest Feelin good when I should be ashamed Shit, I really shoulda fell but I stood, see, I came Like a flame in the night, like a ghost in the dark Theres a ray, theres a light, theres a hope, theres a spark But when planets collide theyll never see eye to eye Until they decide to set their differences aside And this is why only one of us will survive So children, follow my lead and feel the vibe, because Im only entertainin you, my Goal is to stimulate, makin you high And take you and I To a place that you cant see but I believe you can fly I dont mean nobody harm, Im just partyin Im not your dad, not your mom, not your guardian Just the man whos on the mic So let me entertain you My music can be slightly amusin You shouldnt take lyrics so serious, it might be confusin Tryin to separate the truth from entertainment Its stupid, aint it? I get sick of tryin to explain it See, I could sit and argue with you, but it goes beyond Just being a snot, pointy-nosed bleach-blond Cause I came here to uplift, let your woes be gone Tell em to get fucked and just mosey on Constantly movin, constantly usin The Constitution as a form of restitution Bless the children, nothin less than brilliant Let me entertain you like Robbie Williams Ill be here when yall are gone, rebuildin World revolvin, still evolvin, still Slim How many kids’ll copy? Probly millions But Ima do this as a fuckin hobby till then, cause Im only entertainin you, my Goal is to stimulate, makin you high And take you and I To a place that you cant see but I believe you can fly I dont mean nobody harm, Im just partyin Im not your dad, not your mom, not your guardian Just the man whos on the mic So let me entertain you My lyrical content contains subject matter That sucks up all these fucked-up young kids At a alarming rate, common denominate Add it up and youll see just why I dominate I try to stimulate, but kids emulate And mimic every move you make, Slim, you great! But wait, cant you see Im only here to entertain? I gotta be the one to go against the grain Cause, man, I see it, feel it, live it, but its inhumane For me to see you be influenced and pretend you aint But they dont understand that Ive been through pain If you get to know me I could be a friend you gain But you cant just stand there and try to judge It hurts but your jealousy probably tears you up inside as much And its such a pleasure, every button that I touch I treasure every glutton that I punish in my lust, but Im only entertainin you, my Goal is to stimulate, makin you high And take you and I To a place you that cant see but I believe you can fly I dont mean nobody harm, Im just partyin Im not your dad, not your mom, not your guardian Just the man whos on the mic So let me entertain you Enif eb lliw gnihtyreve dnA Uoy niatretne em tel oS Edir eht rof ereh ylno mI Uoy evas ot ereh ton mI31Embed

Throw It Up Lyrics Aye Boo get these motherfuckers and pass that Jack I see you bitches talking loud but you aint saying shit Get the fuck from round here, you dont rep my shit You aint from my city, you dont know about this You dont want that drama, you aint ready for it, bitch Now throw it up, yeah, ho, throw it up Throw it up, yeah, ho, you aint ready for it, bitch Throw it up, yeah, ho, throw it up, throw it up You aint ready for it, bitch I already got, two cars in the yard that dont run So why would I wanna break shit down for you Better me confuse with the punchlines and bars that I launch Here the king of debauchery come, with a cracker dick To fuck you in that pussy carpet you munch If Im not hardly the one You must be barely the one billionth Really you kidding, bitch Im the prodigal son And Im stunting like my Daddy D-dr-d-drinking like my Mama C-c-country like my uncles Stuttering like a CD in a donk BUMP, BUMP, BUMP, BUMP And Im in a blue Chevy Running over motherfuckers in first I aint even shift gears yet I aint even here yet, Im outta this Earth Right, yeah ho But I just hit the surface And Im bout to walk into a bank With a shank and a black can of paint to check the clerk Where the keys Bitch you better check your purse I gotta brick of herb And I hit the syrup And Im feeling like I might just hit the curb So get the fuck outta my way buddy You dont wanna run around the chicken house with a heart of a puppy dog Yelawolf and Eminem shit Sufferin succotash, yeah suck a dick bitch I see you bitches talking loud but you aint saying shit Get the fuck from round here, you dont rep my shit You aint from my city, you dont know about this You dont want that drama, you aint ready for it, bitch Now throw it up, yeah, ho, throw it up Throw it up, yeah, ho, you aint ready for it, bitch Throw it up, yeah, ho, throw it up, throw it up You aint ready for it, bitch Bitch please you dont wanna step up to this Misses G-A-N-G-S-T-A Boo make a nigga hit his knees when Im up in the building, preachin to my children I dont be taking no shit from you haters Youll make me hurt one of your feelings Ha ha ha ha Nah nah ni nah nah Pick your face up off the floor I got you feeling sad now You be on that Hokiewag, Hokiewag is bullshit Run into this Gangsta, have your preacher at the pulpit bitch I was born on the Mississippi River Take no shit from a bitch or a nigga So, so crazy gotta fucked up temper Bi-pola, not Nicki Im worser, Ill hurt ya I got a crazy-ass mind game Ma nigga, Im a lion, untamed Hunt ya ass down in my jungle, I do this I tell them hoes, you aint ready for it bitch I see you bitches talking loud but you aint saying shit Get the fuck from round here, you dont rep my shit You aint from my city, you dont know about this You dont want that drama, you aint ready for it, bitch Now throw it up, yeah, ho, throw it up Throw it up, yeah, ho, you aint ready for it, bitch Throw it up, yeah, ho, throw it up, throw it up You aint ready for it, bitch Me and Yelawolf Tear the roof off this motherfucker You aint got the umph Youre a hoof to the foot of an elephant Hello toots, you look so eloquent Thats what I tell a cunt Come sit up front cause youre kicking my seat And Im trying to tell the cashier what I want They say I act like an asshole When I pull up at the White Castle And I ask for an appli-cation Throw it back in her face and Tell the bitch Im a rapper, then I wack her In the head with a Whopper That I bought from BK, you expect me to be proper Bitch you better pop in a CD of me immediately slut, ho Skidda dee da da Prada, not a chance I was thinking about buying you some clothes But Targets closed So I decided to mosey on over to K-Mart but the doors Was locked, what about some shoes I thought Great I suppose So I go to Payless but whatdya know They didnt carry a size eight in hoes Oh, this is ugly boy swag Putting toe tags on you motherfucking ho bags What a Trailer Trash pioneer I am yeah, thats why Im here I dont got a rhyme book its more like a motherfuckin diary of diarrhea Me, Yelawolf and Gangsta Boo came here to show you a thing or two Bout sign language, middle fingers aimed at you So we dont gotta scream at you Ow, I just bit my bottom lip, it was an accident I went to go tell em all to go get fucked But Im never gonna bite my tongue Little bitch, throw it up What the fuck is this, White dog Yo Yo, what up? What up? Uh, you do that verse? Yeah, I just killed that shit What? Nah, nothin. Urm, yo, you know what I was thinking, man? I think the one thing that er... that the album dont have That might be missing Is like er... a song for, like, for girls Uh, what do you mean? For like bitches? Nah, girls. Like a love song No?! We need one! Like—love song, love song? Yeah, man, bitches like love songs!19Embed

American Psycho II Lyrics Yeah, homie I thought we told you, we been fucking loco Cypress Hill, D12, bitch! Im a little bit off the chain, call me insane But the fact remains that Im a psycho Better get it through your brain When you say my name Never say it in vain cause Im a psycho Im a motherfucking omen, I bow down to no man Split a nigga open, killing folks compulsive A soldier with a motive, scrotum big as boulders I hold em then unload on you, put it on a poster So everyone can notice who was focused on us poking They nose in our business, hoping that I dont come smoke em No one knows my notions or emotions, Im a vulture You niggas close to croaking any moment and I know when I could fuck the culture up, probably rap A maniac with anxiety attacks, I dont wanna chat Speak when you spoken to And I dont have to read a fucking magazine or quotable To notice what you hoes will do We all soldiers, we move as a unit, we all roll up And show up at your residence, light your front door up Get scared, life aint fair And Im prepared to blast you just as fast as Dre can say Hell yeah! So watch what you say cause it can happen either today or the next minute I can draw the heater and spray and Im dead serious You could be dead period, end of story Im on your porch with a gun and your son, sipping a forty Nobody can hold me, I does it all by my lonely I stomp your head when you awake, you be looking like Gumby Aftermath and Shady, bitch, you can read it and weep You see my poster in the hood for the G of the Week Im a little bit off the chain, call me insane But the fact remains that Im a psycho Better get it through your brain When you say my name Never say it in vain cause Im a psycho They found Saddam, but they aint gon find me Ill be under a tree in Buttfuck, Tennessee And I dont know too much about my daddy Except he spit in my face and fucked me in the fanny I aint a racist, I just hate whites Fags and dykes, blacks and transvestites Thirteen years old and joined a fucking gang Hair under my ass cheeks feeling the fucking pain Am I insane? Who really knows? Cause any second my temper can fucking blow I get colder than December Black the fuck out, tomorrow wont even remember See Bizarre can show you what violence is all about And this Dr. Dre beat done brought it the fuck out Run in your house and put a gun in your mouth And blow your brains the fuck out! I probably got a screw loose or two Or maybe three or four of em Some fell out and hit the floor All I know is ever since my fucking head hit the snowbank I been a little neanderthalish, no thanks to my man DAngelo Bailey But I just take it slow daily, my biggest dilemmas Trying to figure whether to use the flat head or the Phillips Or just go to the Home Depot and pick the new power drill up Its been two hours and six days and Im still up I feel like Im about to snap any minute Theres a new Tower Records about to stop and get a fill-up Pick the new Cypress Hill up And go find who did that shit to Xzibit And go fill up a whole liquor bottle with piss And shatter his fucking lips with it Im a little bit off the chain, call me insane But the fact remains that Im a psycho Better get it through your brain When you say my name Never say it in vain cause Im a psycho Karnail Pitts a.k.a. Bugz Rest in peace, homie24Embed

Alfred Lyrics How do you do? Ladies and gentlemen My name is Alfred Hitchcock and this is Music To Be Murdered By It is mood music in a jugular vein So why dont you relax? Lean back and enjoy yourself Until the coroner comes16Embed

Drop the Bomb on ’Em Lyrics Yeah, boy Dem better ring the alarm, boy Dem know whats comin, boy Buck! Buck! Buck! Haha Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh my God, fuckin bomboclaat Im hard as Kenard, the little boy who shot Omar in The Wire Tie a whore up with barbed wire, youre nothing but a bra, boy Im the real deal, and charbroil her on the bonfire And bon voyage, bitch, Im like Chef Boyardee In this bitch, send a bomb to my moms lawyer Im a problem for you, boy, you think youre Tom Sawyer Til I pull you out the fuckin storybook and stomp on ya Fuckin fictitional characters and fairy tales Prepare yourself for Captain America on Ferris wheels But it aint fiction, its fact, boy, beware, its real Them lyrics you wield equal zero to a heros shield Mr. Fly-By-The-Seat-Of-His-Pants parasail Fall, hit the trampoline, bounce and grab a pair of stilts And I aint wearin zilch, zip, zero, nothing, no, nada Like your father fuckin your mother Drop the bomb on em Please dont drop the bomb on me Shady, please, please dont drop the bomb on me Drop the bomb on em I dont want no doggone beef, see Aint no reason to sic the dogs on me Drop the bomb on em Please dont drop the bomb on me Shady, please, please dont drop the bomb on me Drop the bomb on em I dont want no doggone beef, see Aint no reason to sic the dogs on me Boy, Im the Real McCoy, you little boys cant even fill voids Partys over, kids, kill the noise, here come the killjoys Me and Dre the steel alloys, the Rap Crown Royals Who scalp cowboys, now, how that sound for you? Yeah, boy, you know were bout to put it down for you So kick your shoes off in the foyer, have a sound voyage And sayonara, see you fuckers tomorrow Get some R&R and marinate in some marinara And have a Coke and a smile, dont make me open a jar Of whip-ass on ya, thats the last straw youre hopin to draw Yeah, youre fresher than most, boy, Im just doper than all Boy, Im that boy, boy, them boys, them no up to par I just show up, go up to the stage and blow up the spot There aint no boy who can do what I do, boy, Im a star Boy, I told you, boy, Im a soldier boy, Im Deshaun Holton in this bitch, Im the proof, boy, youre a fraud Ill destroy you, boy, fuck around and blow you to sod Oh my God, boy, you didnt go there, no, you did not I got a whole storyboard for you, boy, youre the plot Youre gettin got, whether you try to avoid it or not Apology not accepted, boy, Detroit is a rock We get to beefin, aint no tellin at what point itll stop All I got to do is point to the spot when the bomb drops Boy, does it drop and when it does, boy, theres a problem Drop the bomb on em Please dont drop the bomb on me Shady, please, please dont drop the bomb on me Drop the bomb on em I dont want no doggone beef, see Aint no reason to sic the dogs on me Drop the bomb on em Please dont drop the bomb on me Shady, please, please dont drop the bomb on me Drop the bomb on em I dont want no doggone beef, see Aint no reason to sic the dogs on me Boy, dont jinx yourself, boy, Im Micheal Spinks with the belt Stringer Bell, boy, my name rings bells for itself Im sick as hell, boy, you better run and tell someone else Bringin hell, boy, singin telegrams and get dealt And to that boy on them sedative meds who said he was better I bet he never seen Freddy in a black and red little sweater Back, better than ever, the cheddar shredder, the grater The beef grinder, Ill settle vendettas a little later Givin haters incubators, think you made a mistake By sayin Shady was ghost, I aint even close to the gate You got one foot in the grave, just stay put and behave Im bout to turn this fuckin place to Beirut in a day So, hey, wouldnt you say Im the shit? Couldnt agree with you more If you were to say that my fuckin shit doesnt stink Shady-fuckin-Aftermath, boy, the ship doesnt sink It just floats in the fuckin water til we fill up the tank Drop the bomb on em Please dont drop the bomb on me Shady, please, please dont drop the bomb on me Drop the bomb on em I dont want no doggone beef, see Aint no reason to sic the dogs on me Drop the bomb on em Please dont drop the bomb on me Shady, please, please dont drop the bomb on me Drop the bomb on em I dont want no doggone beef, see Aint no reason to sic the dogs on me36Embed

Nowhere Fast Lyrics Sandy Hook, Stoneman Douglas Another lone-wolf gunman Sometimes I dont know what this World has come to, its blowin up And this whole country is goin nuts And the NRA is in our way Theyre responsible for this whole production They hold the strings to control the puppets And they threaten to take away donor bucks So they know the government wont do nothin And no ones budgin, gun owners clutchin Their loaded weapons They love their guns more than our children Shhh, think another one just entered in our buildin And well be— Ashes blowin in the air Our worlds on fire, but we dont care, yeah Wasted youth, always on the road Never lookin back and were never gettin old Cause the skies are black But our hearts made of gold Fuck doin what youre told Were goin nowhere fast I feel sorry for this beat, sympathy pains for this track This road is takin me back Down memory lane with this rap I can still look out in this crowd, be wowed and be taken aback Im simply stating a fact I had Wembley Stadium packed But now were on a path headed to nowhere and fast Another terrorist attacks Like a tariff blows half of Madison Square up, alas We perish in the blast But that isnt scaring us, we pass Nowhere were fearless, cause were just— Ashes blowin in the air Our worlds on fire, but we dont care, yeah Wasted youth, always on the road Never lookin back and were never gettin old Cause the skies are black But our hearts made of gold Fuck doin what youre told Goin nowhere fast Fuck doin what youre told, act like a two-year-old Shit is soon to go kaboom and blow Anyways; for MCs its a funeral When Im devisin this rhyme Cause Im awake and youre mourning Thats why I rise and I shine Like a new day has dawned on me Gusto, guts, bravado Nuts and plus I kick up dust and cuss a lot I musta got you in somewhat of a debacle Cause some stuff thats awful Really dont mean nothin although Theres a lot of shit I said in jest thats tough to swallow But if at times my heart it seems Like its in the wrong place, its probably cause its on my sleeve Keanu Reeves speed of life, avoid or veer Or just steer toward it, were only lookin forward But where were goin we have no idea Nowhere to go, but hysterical, its gettin warm in here I set the world on fire, was born to be an arsonist Just one spark and its lit But Ima still get dark on this shit Told you Id leave my mark on this bitch—war machine But you forced me in a corner Im sure to have somethin for your rear And in the course of the assault as torture gets more severe Go to war with me, youll end up blew to Timbuktu I send at you a ten-ton nuke like Kim Jong-Un And end up ruinin your career But when all is said and done And at the end of my run, Ill just rewind clocks, forever young Make time stop, will I ever fall off? That day will never come Til the pine box, bitch fuck you! Im better than I ever was Til the bomb drops, hope it never does But Im not gonna sweat it cause This worlds screwed, its already fucked And Im on top, so everyones just— Ashes blowin in the air Our worlds on fire, but we dont care, yeah Wasted youth, always on the road Never lookin back and were never gettin old Cause the skies are black But our hearts made of gold Fuck doin what youre told Were goin nowhere fast Cause were goin no, goin no Goin no, goin no, goin no Goin nowhere Going nowhere fast You cant tell us nothin Hard-headed and were stubborn So, one ear and out the other When were young, were young Who knows what the future for us could hold Another shooter? Uh-oh No more tomorrows, were done And all we are is— Ashes blowin in the air Our worlds on fire, but we dont care Wasted youth, always on the road Never lookin back and were never gettin old Cause the skies are black But our hearts made of gold Fuck doin what youre told Were goin nowhere fast Cause were goin no, goin no Goin no, goin no, goin no Goin nowhere Goin nowhere fast26Embed

Murder Murder Lyrics All I see is murder murder, my mindstate Makes it too late for cops to try and stop the crime rate All I see is murder murder, my mindstate Murder, murder, murder and kill, kill, kill All I see is murder murder, my mindstate Makes it too late for cops to try and stop the crime rate All I see is murder murder, my mindstate Murder, murder, murder and kill, kill, kill Left the keys in the van with a gat in each hand Went up in Eastland and shot a policeman Fuck a peace plan if a citizen bystands This shit is in my hands, heres your lifespan And for what your lifes worth, this money is twice than Grab a couple grand and lay up in Iceland See, Im a nice man, but money turned me to Satan Im thirsty for this green so bad Im dehydratin Hurry up with the cash, bitch, I got a ride waitin Shot a man twice in the back when he tried skatin I want the whole pie, I wont be denied Nathan Maybe I need my head inside straightened Brain contemplatin, clean out the register Dip before somebody catches ya Or gets your description and sketches ya Then connects you as the prime suspect But I aint set to flee the scene of the crime just yet Cause I got a daughter to feed And two hundred dollars aint enough to water the seed The best thing would be for me to leave Taco Bell And hit up Chess King and have the lady at the desk bring Money from the safe in the back, stepped in wavin a MAC Co-operate and we can operate and save an attack This bitch tried escapin the jack Grabbed her by the throat, its murder she wrote You barely heard a word as she choked It wasnt nothin for her to be smoked Then I slammed her on her back til her vertebrae broke Just then the pigs bust in yellin, Freeze! But Im already wanted for sellin kis And a bunch of other felonies from A to Z like spellin bees So before I dropped to the ground and fell on knees I bust shots, they bust back Hit me square in the chest, wasnt wearin a vest All I see is murder murder, my mindstate Makes it too late for cops to try and stop the crime rate All I see is murder murder, my mindstate Murder, murder, murder and kill, kill, kill All I see is murder murder, my mindstate Makes it too late for cops to try and stop the crime rate All I see is murder murder, my mindstate Murder, murder, murder and kill, kill, kill Left the house, pullin out the drive, backin out Blew the back end out this ladys Jag, started blackin out Pulled the MAC-10 out Stuck it in her face: Shut your yackin mouth Fore I blow the brain from out the back ya scalp! Drug her by her hair, smacked her up Figured, Fuck it—mug her while youre there, jacked her up Stole her car and made a profit Grabbed the tape from out the deck and loft it Out the window like the girl in Set It Off did Jetted off kid, stole the whip, now Im a criminal Drove it through somebodys yard, dove into they swimmin pool Climbed out and collapsed on the patio I made it out alive, but Im injured badly though Parents screamin, Johnny, go in and call the police! Tell em theres a crazy man disturbing all of the peace! Tried to stall him at least long enough to let me leap up Run in they crib and at least leave with some little cheap stuff Actin like they never seen nobody hit a lick before Smashed the window, grabbed the Nintendo 64 When they sell out in stores, the price triples I ran up the block jumpin kids on tricycles And collided with an eighty-year-old lady with groceries There goes cheese, eggs, milk and Post Toasties Stood up and started to see stars Too many siren sounds, it seemed like a thousand police cars Barely escaped, musta been some dumb luck Jumped up and climbed the back of a movin dump truck But I think somebody seen me maybe Plus I lost the damn Nintendo and I musta dropped a Beanie Baby Fuck it, I give up, Im surrounded in blue suits Came out with a white flag hollerin, truce-truce! And surrendered my weapon to cops Wasnt me, it was the gangster rap and the peppermint Schnapps All I see is murder murder, my mindstate Makes it too late for cops to try and stop the crime rate All I see is murder murder, my mindstate Murder, murder, murder and kill, kill, kill22Embed

We All Die One Day Lyrics Yeah! You rocking with the Talk of New York Tony Yayo Shady Aftermath and Soul Assassins Here we go! Niggas know what Im about out here I dont toot my own horn cause I dont have to You could run your mouth I dont care But if you get too close Im gon clap you Its too real out here to be scared A real nigga gonna do whatever he has to A man is a last thing you should fear It aint considered a crime unless they catch you We all die one day Niggas, when I step up in a bar , faggots wanna look Like you motherfuckers got Obie Trice shook Like Imma stand here as a man and Let some queer-ass, funny-looking nigga get the upper hand I got issues, got no time Got guns that mourn niggas moms Shoot up clubs and destroy niggas vibes Everybody running for their motherfucking lives Tough club niggas, we leave early, cock back surely Open up your fade your gray brain meets Motor City pave Your nervous system still twitch off Jay-Z O is an animal, skirts get murked Dont ever let a nigga tell you slugs dont hurt Dont ever let a nigga tell you to play the bar hard Trust in God cause yous about to get catch a bullet scar I give a fuck where you from, who you be with Keep this a secret right by the nuts A 4-5 thatll light niggas up and this 4-5 high make me not give a fuck Niggas know what Im about out here I dont toot my own horn cause I dont have to You could run your mouth I dont care But if you get too close Im gon clap you Its too real out here to be scared A real nigga gonna do whatever he has to A man is a last thing you should fear It aint considered a crime unless they catch you We all die one day But as long as Im here Im gonna grab checks And make my cash stretch longer than giraffe necks Povertyll make your ass bet My words touch niggas in jail, make them wanna finish they last set They say you live by the gun, you die by the next nigga gun If thats the case, then get a bigger one You dont think I pack the pump cause Im out the hood? Thats a stereotype, like everybody thats Black can jump Im in the white mink, the fabric is done Got rings like Mike, Bird, Magic, and them Out in Dallas to the Palace where the Mavericks is from Living lavish Im established, so the cabbagell come Im in the clouds, you dont see me on the train I travel first class, you aint even got a TV on your plane You should be easy on my name cause I aint going back and forth Your boss and your captain soft Niggas know what Im about out here I dont toot my own horn cause I dont have to You could run your mouth I dont care But if you get too close Im gon clap you Its too real out here to be scared A real nigga gonna do whatever he has to A man is a last thing you should fear It aint considered a crime unless they catch you We all die one day Cause we gon bring it to anybody who want it You want it, you gon get it Name em we gon hit em chew em up and spit em out Too much venom and if you roll with em We gon fuck you up with em I got too much momentum moving in my direction to lose My shoes will explode as soon as you go to step in them, You know how we do it when we do How we do it when we come through G-Unit, D-1-2 and Obie we all move like assassins Ski mask and gloves consider this as a warning Disaster comes faster than you can react to it, just ask Muggs But we are fizz-ast, fuck your little bitch ass up We are not killers, my vato will have you shot, though Dragged through the barrio and fucked like Kim Osorios Little sorry ho ass, go ask B-Real We burn Source covers like fucking Cypress Hill Did in the 90s, when you was in diapers still Shady Records, you better believe the hype is real This is no joke, I dont smoke But I toke enough secondhand to make my fucking P.O. choke Im an OG, youre fucking with a G.I. Joe Bia Bia, mira mio la vida loc Im a psycho, Mariah aint got shit on me When I retire Ill be spitting baby food on people At San Ysidro Ranch huddled up next to her With Hello Kitty slippers on, humping her legs You ever had your cap peeled back or your shit pushed in? I put my blade in you like a fucking pin cushion Slice your ear clear off, Smirnoff and Hen, dog Ill show you how to kill a fucking man like Sen Dog Nobody told you that Im loco, ése? I lack every sane chemical in my membrane Im Slim Sha-D and the D is for deez nuts And you can get each one for free so feast up Ill pee in a cup for three months Im having an E party for Easter please come Cause we gon We gon bring it to anybody who want it You want it, you gon get it You name em and well hit em, chew em up and spit em out Hock-ptui Too much venom and if you roll with em We gon fuck you up with em You can do all them push ups to pump up your chest I got a twelve gauge Mossberg to pump up your chest Have you gasping for air after that shell hit your vest Fear me like you fear God cause I bring death Silverback gorilla in the concrete jungle Im the strongest around, you know how I get down I watch gangsta flicks and root for the bad guy And turn it off before it end cause the bad guy die If you trying to buy guns, Im the nigga to look to So what they got bodies on them? They still look new You can raise your voice like you fitting to touch something When I raise my knife, shit, Im fitting to cut something They say I walk like Ron ONeal, and talk like Goldie If the bitch think I love her, the bitch dont know me Hahaha, sorry Kim Niggas know what Im about out here I dont toot my own horn cause I dont have to You could run your mouth I dont care But if you get too close Im gon clap you Its too real out here to be scared A real nigga gonna do whatever he has to A man is a last thing you should fear It aint considered a crime unless they catch you We all die one day14Embed

My Life Lyrics This is my mothafuckin life My life, oh yeah Ay, S-L-A, U-G-H, T-E-R, H-O-U-S-E Yes we are, the best in the biz, the West in the bitch, this East side LB Money over coochie, mayne, 645 when dip through the burbs I be on my Gucci Mane, smash on the gas, kick a bitch to the curb House in the hills, thousands and mills Getting wild in the field with your spouse in Brazil On ounces and pills, how does it feel? To count dollar bills that I piled off skills Check it out, Jets fly private Nigga S5 Hybrid, baby test drive my whip I’m in Bed Stuy with my chick On my West side fly shit Pulling out minks when the weather get chilly Left Eye side kick Now don’t you niggas go chasing waterfalls These bitches wall to wall and they love them Slaughters yall This is my motherfucking life My life, oh yeah This is my motherfucking life Sometimes I look around and I just, I just can’t believe it I’m on a high like a falsetto, maybe that’s why I feel like I’m dreaming My eyes just quit, look what I’m seeing My life just shifted, I feel like I’m breathing Light that spliff Nah, I don’t even smoke cause it burn my throat but tonight I’m steaming Patron in my cup, holding mine up Toasting with a slut, that I know Im gon fuck In these five star sheets, put her right to sleep, then kick the bitch out when I wake up Even though baby girl got a large ol ass I remember praying that my cargos last Now my car so fast, I dont think you understand in a Murcielago dash When it hurts but you ride through the dirt, and you work till it hurt, and you end up on Marshall’s staff Hoping that your granny get to see you at the Grammy’s, get a call from your family that your grandma passed Then you know what you promised her So you stay hot as a, thermometer, dipped in lava So proud to be part of a, conglomerate, like this This is my mothafuckin life My life, oh yeah Every time that they play this Put your hands up high if Youre happy you made it Its bittersweet when I say it But since Im alive, might as well celebrate This is my mothafuckin life My life, oh yeah What a success story, when the film plays it gets less gory My son didn’t know who his pop was for years, now its less Maury God put it there as a test for me Used to walk around with the vest and 40 Cops tryna mess hall me Now babes with the 34F’s adore me I took the rock and a hard place and made the best orgy Now the fans approach, I get paranoid Where I’m from, they tell me never let your guard rest But it’s simple to disregard stress Hoes run to the bone and it ain’t farfetched Now jets fly high shit That Panamera Porsche that’s Ryan’s fly whip As a kid I was poor, playing tag, now I’m it! For those of yall that don’t remember me I’m a Detroit Oak Parker Went from no office to offers I told ya’ll I would get my daddy out the post office And so far I don’t really need to own my city Just as long as the D is on my fitted My sons and my daughter and my wife is along for the ride This is the motherfucking life This is my mothafuckin life My life, oh yeah11Embed

Living Proof Lyrics Yeah, Bad and Evil is We bout to get into a tale of a gunner that details the dungeon Just as the pale moon illuminates the hail and thunderin 01s the year where I fell from blunderin Shady lifted his wing, then I fell from under it Now I’m freefallin’, my career is gone into re-calling Regardless of who’s fault, I was speedballin God bubble wrapped me and dropped me on top of the Earth Then Marshall doubled back and got me from on top of the Hearse I’m alive, nigga, Justin T ain’t got nothin on me Cause I done cried Mary J. Blige rivers I realized that God’s with us, soon as I decided To put that bottle down and pick up my Todd Bridges The writings on the wall Since niggas seen me at the baseball game With Shady and Jay-Z, suddenly everybody calls Like, I’m just checking on you, dog! While I throw up this message on the stall When them bottles stop poppin’ and them dollars start stopping Do what you did to get it and dont stop I made a promise to my momma, Imma out live her How can I be a quitter when haters dont stop? I’m living proof, nigga, its pretty safe to say God giveth and God taketh away Its the Worldwide American way, I’m living proof, nigga Your body language is sayin’ your confidence is gone Well, pick ya ass up, lil homie, come on You just gon sit there and take it or make em suck it? Tell em where to shove it straight up You gon make love to the world or you gon fuck it? The last time that life kicked me in the ass I pulled down its pants and put a foot up its ass Man, what a catastrophe it’d be for me to be a bitch-ass pussy And not open a can of whoop-ass, let you piss-ants whoop me Will be the day I say I ate poop, shit, the day that I dont straight shoot, Ill drop outta my anti-women hate group Say I’m a sissy faggot, record it, play it back And put it on straight loop, you haters look like you ate a grape fruit To see me climbing back on that wagon, got my swagger back I was dragging, hopped back on it, grab the reigns on that bastard And came back on em without remorse man Man, of course, I’m a one-trick pony Cause I’ll be screaming on these whores til I’m hoarse! When them bottles stop poppin’ and them dollars start stopping Do what you did to get it and dont stop I made a promise to my momma, Imma out live her How can I be a quitter when haters dont stop? I’m living proof, nigga, its pretty safe to say God giveth and God taketh away Its the Worldwide American way, I’m living proof, nigga Nah, I aint fading yet, I’d rather stay and rap I mightve made a debt but I find excitement in wondering what I’ma write next so I dont stay in debt Me broke, you might as well cut the embryo Out of my momma and play catch With the baby with AKs with baby bayonets I’ma get rich or I’ma die trying Thats why its either kill or be killed So call me suicide homicide Ryan Theres a bomb inside my head, I’m a live wire I am on the edge, teetering on it like a totter, I might Get on a nut like a tire iron, I have no desire stopping So why would I drop and roll? Thats how much on fire I am Rappers are fun and I’m the time cause I’m just flying by ‘em Man, I’m laughing at ‘em the entire time, why am I up? Cause tribulations I have triumphed, bitch, I’m fired up So one time for me, just let your fuckin lighters light the sky up When them bottles stop poppin’ and them dollars start stopping Do what you did to get it and dont stop I made a promise to my momma, Imma out live her How can I be a quitter when haters dont stop? I’m living proof, nigga, its pretty safe to say God giveth and God taketh away Its the Worldwide American way, I’m living proof, nigga21Embed

Bin Laden Lyrics Man, you hear this bullshit they be talking Every day, man Its like these motherfuckers is just like professional liars You know what Im sayin? Its wild Listen Bin Laden didnt blow up the projects It was you, nigga Tell the truth, nigga Bush knocked down the towers Tell the truth, nigga Bush knocked down the towers Tell the truth, nigga Bin Laden didnt blow up the projects It was you, nigga Tell the truth, nigga Bush knocked down the towers Tell the truth, nigga Bush knocked down the towers I pledge no allegiance, nigga, fuck the Presidents speeches! Im baptized by America and covered in leeches The dirty water that bleaches your soul and your facial features Drownin you in propaganda that they spit through the speakers And if you speak about the evil that the government does The Patriot Actll track you to the type of your blood They try to frame you and say you was tryna sell drugs And throw a federal indictment on niggas that show you love This shit is run by fake Christians, fake politicians Look at they mansions, and look at the conditions you live in All they talk about is terrorism on television They tell you to listen, but they dont really tell you they mission They funded al-Qaeda, and now they blame the Muslim religion Even though Bin Laden was a CIA tactician They gave him billions of dollars and they funded his purpose Fahrenheit 9/11? Thats just scratchin the surface Bin Laden didnt blow up the projects It was you, nigga Tell the truth, nigga Bush knocked down the towers Tell the truth, nigga Bush knocked down the towers Tell the truth, nigga Bin Laden didnt blow up the projects It was you, nigga Tell the truth, nigga Bush knocked down the towers Tell the truth, nigga Bush knocked down the towers They say the rebels in Iraq still fight for Saddam But thats bullshit, Ill show you why its totally wrong Cause if another country invaded the hood tonight Itd be warfare through Harlem and Washington Heights I wouldnt be fightin for Bush or White Americas dream Id be fightin for my peoples survival and self-esteem I wouldnt fight for racist churches from the South, my nigga Id be fightin to keep the occupation out, my nigga You ever clock someone who talk shit or look at you wrong? Imagine if they shot at you and was rapin your moms And of course Saddam Hussein had chemical weapons We sold him that shit after Ronald Reagans election Mercenary contractors fightin a new era Corporate military bankin off the war on terror They controllin the ghetto with the fear of attack Tryin to distract the fact that they engineerin the crack So Im strapped like Lee Malvo, holdin a sniper rifle These bullets will touch your kids, and I dont mean like Michael Your body be sent to the morgue, stripped down and recycled I fire on house niggas that support you and like you Cause innocent people get murdered in the struggle daily And poor people never get shit and struggle daily This aint no alien conspiracy theory, this shit is real Written on the dollar underneath the Masonic seal I dont rap for dead presidents Id rather see the President dead Its never been said, but I set precedents Bin Laden didnt blow up the projects It was you, nigga Tell the truth, nigga Bush knocked down the towers Tell the truth, nigga Bush knocked down the towers Tell the truth, nigga Bin Laden didnt blow up the projects It was you, nigga Tell the truth, nigga Shady Records was eighty seconds away from the Towers Some cowards fucked with the wrong building They meant to hit ours19Embed

Biterphobia Lyrics Sneakin in through the back door, booty MCs get ambushed Rammed and squooshed, slammed and pushed, crammed and mushed Then I move it on down from the right to left So bite the method, prepare to fight to death To get jacked, attacked and cracked in two Smackin through til youre black and blue for actin, true Im dreaded like a man whose hair is all strands Crews battle me, sniffin on aerosol cans Im stomping em, kicking em, choking em, stamping em Clompin em, sticking em, poking em, clampin em To electric chairs and tightenin bolts Hit em with frightening jolts of lightning bolts Im zappin rappers, singers and dancers Faster than you can snap your fingers for answers Cancer is in the flesh, alive and breathin Survivin by connivin and thievin I had a dream I was gettin jacked by biters It felt like I was bein attacked by spiders Developing a fear from biterphobia Im holdin a gas can and lighter over ya If I detect ya, Ima pulverize Dissect your brain, diggin in your skull for lies Then Ima torture With material iller than a stark ravin mad serial killer Im more dangerous than a loaded chamber is A major risk to a plagiarist So, beware of the aura A terror the horrible will scare ya tomorrow Its the airborne assault of the rappers Either start developing skills Or head for the border and run like hell up in hills The choice is yours Besides all these noises force me to scream til my voice is hoarse Cause Im sick of these jabber jaws And crabs that grab at yours And saboteurs that bite like Labradors Youre in range of my double-barrel and your life is in danger, trouble and peril I trample and stamp liars like they were campfires Cause vampires bite on my balls and clamp pliers and swing on my big thingamajig So, Im bringin my nig, Proof, for backup when I sing at my gig Cause biters are fallin head over heels in love with every rhyme that Ive said over reels Thats how I became paranoid Chewing my fingernails, pulling my hair, annoyed Cause every time you bit, it was deliberate So, Im forced to hit a little quicker with an ultimatum I assault and slayed em with rhymes and insults And made em difficult to fade em Energetic and imaginative pronouns and verbs Predicates and adjectives will reach out and grab you nine times out of ten Thats why Im spitting one-of-a-kind rhymes out a pen52Embed

One Day at a Time Lyrics Sometimes its hard to wake up in the morning Mind full of demons, I dont wanna hear em anymore Got me heartbroken, fine, so many babies screamin ‘Cause they seeing destruction before they see a human bein So they start smokin weed, well never get our day Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shape ‘Cause they all broken, why do ghetto birds die Before we learn to fly? Somebody elses child Caught in gun smoke and we, can all make a change So Im told, but I havent seen the change unfold Ill keep hoping, please, if you prefer to breathe Communities in need of people that will lead Keep your eyes open, I can only say Ill try Until the day I die, I promise to be wise With my heart open, greed brings only misery A way to tragedy, so I stay sucker free Only a few chosen rise, my ghetto queens rise Dont be afraid to try, too many of us die For the door to open wide, my brothers speak wise Stay focused on the prize, though everybody dies We can only learn to take, our anger and our hate Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight Maybe we can learn to take a second to pump our brakes Before we said it, regret it later and let it escalate ‘Cause by then its just too late, theres so much we can take And theres only so much someone can swallow and tolerate To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and its all it takes You think that we was learnin from other rappers mistakes But we aint, its grain to go against With every artist comes the image he portrays And the picture that he paints But in the midst of all this anger and this angst Never once did you hear me say Im a gangster And I aint hear no complaints But I know that I will always continue to grow As long as I lead, and never follow in no one elses shadow There will never be another me, and that I can guarantee Thats why the fuck I remain sucker free To this day, the game will never be the same No matter how much fame and success they attain There will never be another me And no matter what they do, there will never be another you You can search, but youll never find You can try to rewind time, but in your hearts and your minds We will never die, we are forever alive And we continue growin, one day at a time Dont get caught in the publicity and caught in the hype Rappers are regular people minus money and lights Searchin for fortune and fame and superstardom All the jewelry, all the cars, whose crews the hardest Theres not a hip-hop police, the villains is watchin And the kids think beef is they only option Outlawz born filthy, guilty as charged My memories of Kadaf while Makaveli lives on You think the industry is fun, aint no pity with guns And when your money is up, thats when your enemies come So if he died and came back, would he try to save rap? We needin a change, the drama remains the same I spend my whole life fightin myself That I cant win, so Im invitin some help And every now and then, I take rights from the left Im still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt Yeah, and that there is a fight in itself So I just pray and hope God, take a like to myself No matter how much I try to stay alive Ima die a man, still standin and in love with my pride Heard frivolous beats, we past that Im tryin to keep some income coming in And collect on my ASCAP The rappers in the game aint changed And I finally realize that were not in the same game The hatin will never end, so I guess Ill deal with it Them .45s will pop killas, yes, Im still with it The streets is military, you gotta be a soldier Gotta stay leery, and keep your eyes on the rollers They do what they gotta do to shackle and hold us So we gotta do what we gotta do to keep rollin One way at a time, keep the faith in your mind \And we continue growin, one day at a time, damn17Embed

The Man, The Myth, The Legend Lyrics What do you see in Juice WRLD? Like, talk about the talent that you see from him You just brought him out on stage in front of all these people I see you said he is like the best freestyler alive He like He like that 2009 or 2000, he probably like the 2006, maybe 2006 to 2009 Lil Wayne He that, he that nigga And then they seen him do the, uh Hell do another version of the song freestyle He did like three, three, four songs Over one beat All freestyle, like which one we like? Yeah, man, just let me know, Ima text you Aight, bet For sure, guys I fuck with you, bro Pleasures mine, bro Nice to meet yall, bro Aight, bro, aight, bro Be blessed, bro Yeah, you too, bro Congratulations on your... Yo, shoutout to Juice too, man Like, yo, he, that kid was so talented, man He like, his, his freestyle he did on Westwood Where he rapped for an hour, like what the fuck? And to be so young He like mastered that so fucking quickly Yeah Its really sad man, that, that Like his potential was so off the charts Period You know who the best freestyler Ive ever seen is? Yeah? Juice WRLD Juice, yeah Have you ever seen his freestyles? Yeah Theyre, theyre so, theyre never-ending He can do it for like an hour Ju-ice, yeah And he makes total sense the entire time And is actually really, like good, like intricate flow patterns He, like to me, he was the best freestyler Ive ever seen And he was like the best hitmak- he was like I really feel like he was the most talented, eh, like songwriter in music If, I cant imagine there just goin in there and doin one- Juice did that, my friend, Benny worked with Juice Yeah And he would say, he would go in the booth Go three minutes over the beat, and it be a hit And then he said, Okay, another one And then hed go three minutes over the beat And it be a different hit Shit And then hed be like, Just pick whatever version you want He would tell Benny to cut it up? No, not even cut it up, just like pick Like, which hit do you want? He freestyled- the whole song is freestyled Ugh Hits Ugh Like smash hits How, how, how? I sit in my room for six months and write a verse This guy goes in there and its four minutes and its a smash I think, like, what What Juice was to our generation, bro And the impact that he had on us is what Biggie did for New York, for real Like, I really think, um What he had, that like, that Biggie, Pac effect You know what Im sayin? In his short time here15Embed

Don’t Approach Me Lyrics Pssh, man, I need a lighter, man Yeah… whassup, Slim? Hit this shit Psh, is that right? (What is it with motherfuckers thinkin that Because were in the spotlight, or whatever, that They can do or say whatever they want to us And that we wont retaliate?) Protect my motherfuckin self, by any means necessary ‘Cause you dont know me, I dont know you So dont approach me, I wont approach you And dont insult me, I wont insult you ‘Cause you dont know what I will or I wont do ‘Cause you dont know me, and I dont know you So dont approach me, I wont approach you And dont insult me, I wont insult you ‘Cause you dont know what I will or I wont do Make no mistake, Im the Golden State heavyweight Being underrated gave me time to create Can you relate? I renovate, straight out the gate Carried my weight, but seem to receive nothin but hate Millionaires snatchin crumbs off my little son plate Kidnapped, locked in a trunk and shot in the face No hoes, no clothes, no one showin up for my shows You know how it goes, I might as well kick it at home But my baby mama hate my guts and cant stand me Packed up, moved out, started a new family So all this strugglin for what, so I can blow up? Marry a slut but cant watch my seed grow up? Fuck that! This the fuckin thanks I get For tryin to edutain assholes and feed my bitch? Yo, I feel like my whole life is upside down ‘Cause you seein more support than Im seein my child Its like, every day I wake up, another drama Its a wonder Im alive survivin this karma If I can hold on to my private life for five minutes longer I might get my wife to let go of this knife and just calm her Without these cameras in our faces like animals For your Channel 2 Action News to follow our ambulance up the avenue And catch a glimpse of all the suicide attempts And what we do in private since they wont let us put up a fence And you wonder why I carry every gun under the Sun Whether its unloaded, full or an unregistered one No bullets? Youre so full of shit This clip is so full, itll spit if I dont pull it And dont give me no bullshit, Im not in the mood I just got in a feud in some parking lot with a dude Over Kim and she just slit both of her wrists over this shit Dont tell me bout the show business shit, I know what this is Bitch ‘Cause you dont know me, I dont know you So dont approach me, I wont approach you And dont insult me, I wont insult you ‘Cause you dont know what I will or I wont do ‘Cause you dont know me, and I dont know you So dont approach me, I wont approach you And dont insult me, I wont insult you ‘Cause you dont know what I will or I wont do This aint business, this is personal, bitch You dont know Xzibit from shit, new school, class dismissed I had a very fucked up day, Im needin this fifth Shuttin motherfuckers up like they pleadin the fifth Yo, Em, its time to get serious with it Time for everybody to feel it, similar to the egg in the skillet This is your brain on drugs, Xzibit rain on thugs Aint no neighborhood thats big enough to bang on us Aint no love lost, my niggas, relax yourself Im about to snatch it all and start spreadin the wealth To my niggas who never seen it, I mean it when I holla At the top of my lungs about my guns and my loved ones Got tons of ammo to crack your enamel Changin your channel, you played like a fuckin piano Ridin slow through Cali like Im ridin a camel Millionaire motherfuckers with their brains in their flannels I feel like Tony Soprano: who do I trust now? Just hit me on my tele, nigga, soon as I touch down Spit lines to split spines, just to get mine Big behind bitches gettin dick to spit shine Sniff lines of coke – thats the only shit that make you dope Bitch-ass nigga thats droppin the soap Get choked out and beat, put your head in a vise-grip And turn til you motherfuckers tell me the right shit So do I gotta buy a whole block to myself, a front door with 12 locks And have a bodyguard walk me out to my mailbox And every time somebody makes a threat, run and tell cops? Fuck that! I protect myself with these 12 shots And one in the chamber, gun in the waist And one in the ankle, waitin for someone to come to my place Tryna walk up and knock, like these cocksuckers are not Gonna get a shotgun or a Glock shoved in their face And its a disgrace Hailie cant play with her toys In the front yard without you drivin by honkin your horn Screamin some shit, leanin out your windows, beepin and shit Or pullin up in my drive like I wont leap in your whip And so these kids tell their friends and relatives where I live So my address ends up on the Internet again So then, I do an interview with Spin, tellin them That if someone comes to my crib, Ima shove a gun in their ribs And reporters blow it out of proportion Oh, now hes pullin guns on his fans, just for tryna stand on his porch And Im the bad guy, ‘cause I dont answer my door, like, Hey! Hi! You guys wants some autographs? Okay, form a straight line! Sometimes I feel like loadin this rifle And climbin the roof at night and hidin outside to snipe you Its not that I dont like you Its just that when Im not behind the mic, Im a person whos just like you16Embed

Hammer Dance Lyrics My real name, my rap shit No made up nigga, Im straight up, nigga Still in the projects where I came up, nigga On a scaffold doing ten sets of ten, getting my weight up, nigga Im no shooter, but my shootersll have your brain exposed But Ill shoot five in a second, homie, and break your nose Talking past, Im dead ass, I was living Life fast with my pistol in the grab Digging in my ass tryna finish up the last so I can sit it in a stash Old E. sweat dripping from the bag Milk crates sitting on the ave While Im looking left and right for them niggas with the badge My moms dishes really had crack on em 12 12s and I kept that shit packed for em, yeah they came back for em I can paint it so vivid cause I really lived it If rap fail, I stack bail, and show you how to get it! Im in the club, bottle in hand doing my two step While I got my gun in my pants, call it the hammer dance Bitches dancing on a nigga, when they feel the gun I tell em were doing the hammer dance Two steppin with my weapon on me You good? Im just checking, homie Fam-a-lam, you dont stand a chance While I got this gun in my pants doing my hammer dance In these LA times, I wake up on one House slippers and coffee, I know the paper gon come I drop shit that make the gangstas go dumb Keep a bad bitch naked like my waist with no gun Im for real, how are you? Got street power, from the Watts Towers to Howard Hugh How would you become me? I dont do what you cowards do Flip a thousand pounds of that sour dies in a hour, dude Im out my muhfuckin mind Fuck a punchline, salute my muhfuckin grind Ditching feds on the regular, theyre trying to catch a predator Not the Chris Hansen type, but the Danny Glover kind Im a killer, everybody know I body yo audio When the shotty blow say goodbye to your barrio, you maricón You dont think that Im about this Ice grill, nigga, put your money where your mouth is Im in the club, bottle in hand doing my two step While I got my gun in my pants, call it the hammer dance Bitches dancing on a nigga, when they feel the gun I tell em were doing the hammer dance Two steppin with my weapon on me You good? Im just checking, homie Fam-a-lam, you dont stand a chance While I got this gun in my pants doing my hammer dance My real name, my rap shit Fuck with Chase, but the real bank is the mattress Money aint new to me, been getting G-stacks Since Smoove B took his shawty back from rehab Knife work with me, but the chrome is extra Case Im in the same taxi as the bone collector Yall rappin bout models, I get hounded by em Not a killer at all, Im just surrounded by em Just a real nigga, straight from my mothers stomach Aint enough cloth for all of us to be cut from it Not decided by who totes lead Cause all of us would be angels for Pujols bread Lot of hostility, hollering is killing me Screaming Over my dead body, like its not a possibility On my Jers bullshit, never mind me But if its ever problems, niggas know where to find me Im in the club, bottle in hand doing my two step While I got my gun in my pants, call it the hammer dance Bitches dancing on a nigga, when they feel the gun I tell em were doing the hammer dance Two steppin with my weapon on me You good? Im just checking, homie Fam-a-lam, you dont stand a chance While I got this gun in my pants doing my hammer dance23Embed

The Kiss Lyrics Im gonna kill this bitch. Im gonna kill her. Im going to fucking jail cause Im gonna kill this bitch! Yo, man… What? I dont know, I got a really, really bad feeling about this… Man, would you shut the fuck up, Gary!? You always got a bad feeling, man! Thats her car right there, just park. Alright, just let me park… Im parking! Fucking turn the car off, dawg. Aight… Aight, we wait. We wait for what? We wait until she comes out, and then Im gonna fucking kill her. Man… you aint gonna kill no one—what the fuck did you bring that for!? Man, shut the fuck up, dawg. Just shut up. Fucking clip is empty, its not— Man, dont point that shit at me! Its not even loaded, bitch, look. Dude! God, I fucking hate when you do that shit. Yeah, but its funny as fuck. Gonna fuck around and kill me one of these days, I swear… Gets you every time. Is that her? Where? Right there, motherfucker. Oh, yeah… Aight, get down, get down. Fuck, here we go again… Get down! …The fuck? You want me to get under the car? Yo, whos she walking with? The fuck am I supposed to know? You told me to duck down! Its the fucking bouncer... Did she just kiss him? I dont think so. Dawg, sh—she just fucking kissed him! No, she didnt. Sh—shes kissing him, dawg. No, shes not! She fucking kissed— Aw, shit… Come on. Marsh!13Embed

Bang Bang Lyrics Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is Everyday its the same thing, L.A. aint changed Niggas still playa hating, but Dre aint changed Im just a lot smarter now Cause these niggas is banging ten times harder now Niggas bringing they ass up in the wrong part of town Better turn their car around Rolling the window down Johnny got a shotgun And he aint even strong enough to cock one Fuck trying to job hunt Niggas got AKs Niggas is way crazier than Dre was back in his N.W.A. days Niggas spray strays and shoot without looking Niggas walk by and blast, without leaving a footprint I think the attitudes are twice as worst It takes half the time to get your whole life reversed Always trying to play Rambo with they ammo Make a nigga wanna stay in family mode Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is Late nights is full of lead that whistles as it goes by Murder arrives, anytime Bullets take flight when the fo-five ignites Some hearts skip a beat, some get blew out, and never re-light With you in the site of youngsters with automatics Busting on shit to lay everything down even tourists to non-affiliates These days, gun play is official with green lights on every block Though the sign tells you too its not best to stop On every corner, Cali niggas are dumping Youll be shaking your soul loose from the box at the coroners Making death not so foreign to ya Niggas got Rugers and M14s with enough ammo to leave An armored truck Swiss cheese Ive learned to stay away from house parties Ive seen too many go and end up absent without leave Aint no warm welcomings My eyes have witnessed the bend in on Nights that dont sleep, and fireworks until dawn Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is Now tell me, what the fuck is this man? Niggas doing brothers in worse than the Klan Cant even stand In front of your building and chill without yielding Twelve year old children that kill, blood spilling Thugs be illing, unnecessary slugs filling the sky Usually drilling the one that wasnt willing to die Yes sir, in the Killing Field I got my life preserver And Ill do my time for murder These niggas got the nerve to question me Bout the colors that I got on? I see that red dot on your knot Bout to get your whole crew shot on A Soldier of Fortune, Im the wrong man to plot on Took him out on the spot before he even got on my hit list Peep this I cock back, you bow down Bust round, bloody the ground Retaliation sounds like this Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is 22Embed

Shit Hits the Fan Lyrics Yeah Yo, lets bring it What you gonna do when shit hits the fan? Are you gonna stand and fight like a man? Will you be as hard as you say you are? Or you gonna run and go get your bodyguard? I said, what you gonna do when shit hits the fan? Are you gonna stand and fight like a man? And show us youre as hard as you say you are? Or you gonna run and go get your bodyguard? Niggas is so gangsta, niggas is thugs Niggasll spend they whole life peddling drugs Slangin dope in hopes of one day being able To own their own label and give the game up Some niggas came up, some just didnt Thats just the way it is; if it aint meant it, it just isnt Some niggasll get money and pay niggas to back em So they can act up, feel comfortable, and rap tough And thats ass-backwards Cause them niggas just gon keep comin back And thats when extortion happens And you struggle to get free, I know how this shit be Youd give anything to live legitimately But you gone find if you do get in this industry Its best to do business with me than against me Niggas get behind mics and aint even emcees Niggas get on MTV just to diss me This shit dont even piss me off Im laughing all the way to the bank Watching the satellite from a Bentley And you niggas aint even got a car Youre so far under my radar I dont even know who the fuck you are To tell you to suck my dick while Im pissin I dont even listen to your shit to know who the fuck Im dissin And media just feeds into these feuds Tryna add fuel to the fire, this lil nigga Ja Rule Talking bout hes gon slap me? Nigga, please! You gotta jump and swing up to hit me in the knees I laugh at these magazines when they interview him All they doing is making fake threats to us through them And, pussy, you not Pac; I knew him Pac was a real nigga, you just a fucking insult to him Its too bad we had to fall out before he passed Cause if he could see this shit now, hed be whoopin your ass Youre talkin to a pioneer who engineered this shit for 19 years Who you got in ya ear? I aint even gotta say it, the fans know Quit tryna be tough, nigga, you look like an asshole What you gonna do when shit hits the fan? Are you gonna stand and fight like a man? Will you be as hard as you say you are? Or you gonna run and go get your bodyguard? I said, what you gonna do when shit hits the fan? Are you gonna stand and fight like a man? And show us youre as hard as you say you are? Or you gonna run and go get your bodyguard? They say, Why dont we increase the peace? The only piece increased is that which deletes your peeps Cause niggas run mouths but they dont run streets Till that fo-five will cease your speech Yeah, its a shame how the beefll creep Couldve reached ya peak, now youre left with a horrible leak Im tryin to be as bleak with my speech as possible Just in case a nigga tryin to throw me an obstacle Nigga, Im not boxin you, Im hospitable I put you in a hospital, thats how I get at you Let the Doc op- on you, he dont rid you? You back on the streets, I send another hit at you This is not a hypocritical issue I will critical condition your tissue, give a fuck If all ten of them with you, I throw an extra ten of them missiles Turn gangstas into gentlemen, vicko And ever since Eminem dissed you I swear I see the woman and bitch in you All this bickerin back and forth over who signs who Curtis pulled your skirt up, nigga, you got murdered Now take it like a man and shake it off, damn! And quit tellin all these magazines your plans How you gon slap up my mans? Youre fict-ious Nigga, well send Stan to come murder your bitches What you gonna do when shit hits the fan? Are you gonna stand and fight like a man? Will you be as hard as you say you are? Or you gonna run and go get your bodyguard? I said, what you gonna do when shit hits the fan? Are you gonna stand and fight like a man? And show us youre as hard as you say you are? Or you gonna run and go get your bodyguard? Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha Yeah Go hide behind all the gangstas you want, nigga Matter of fact Go get every gangsta from every hood In the United States of America to back you, nigga Aint nobody ridin wit you You cant see that? You fell off, nigga Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha Damn Shady slash Aftermath, mothafucker 2003 to infinity! Yeah!12Embed

It Ain’t Nothin’ But Music Lyrics La la la la la la La la la la, la La la la la la la, la Hahahahaha Its shit like this I kick to these rich white kids Who just might see how fucked up their sick life is Oops, I did it again, didnt I? My shits harder to figure out than what Britneys tit size is Ooh, I probably pissed you off again, didnt I, bitch? So what? You and Christina Gaguilera, kiss my grits You know how many shits I give? I wish I did So I can quit giving these twisted little kids ideas This just in: Britney just dissed Justin She just fucked Ben, got tit-fucked and dick-sucked him If Affleck can get his ass licked, how come I cant? Shit, god damn, bitch, Im rich, I cant understand this Are those pictures I made of us together on the internet As close as Im ever gonna get to hitting it from the back? And shit, when it comes to that, I hit harder from the back Than Everlast when hes plugging Lethal in his fucking ass Just give me one more chance, Britney hit me one more time Let me know whats on your mind, Whitney give me one more line To sniff, you fuckers know what time it is Fuck your jewelry, my records almost diamond, BEEOTCH! Whats going on in the world today? People fighting, feuding, looting, its okay Let it go, let it flow, let the good times roll Tell em Dre! Whats going on in the world today? People fighting, feuding, looting, its okay Let it go, let it flow, let the good times roll Tell em Dre! Eminem doesnt like NSync, well I do So fuck him, and the Backstreet Boys too Whatever happened to the cast of Diffrent Strokes? Garys broke, Todds snorting coke, and Dana overdosed I got two little boys with me Michael Jackson sent two helicopters to get me Im up early with my hair curly Me and Mr. Furley, fucking Laverne and Shirley A lot of rappers are living in la-la land Thats why I let my dogs out on the Baha Men As bad as a life I had, Im not mad I dont need to be a Jackass to beat up my dad My whole familys country, my grandmothers old fashioned And she keeps asking me why I rap with a honkey But granny Im a flunky, I could be a junkie I could be hanging with the hoochies out at the club scene To all the independent women in the house! Show us your tits and shut your motherfucking mouth! Robert Downey, Bobby Brownie, Whitney Houston The shit shes using Jesse Jackson, reverend scandal Got George Michaels, Tevin Campbells Pee Wee Hermans, peep show places Public restrooms, beat those cases! Whats going on in the world today? People fighting, feuding, looting, its okay Let it go, let it flow, let the good times roll Tell em Dre! Whats going on in the world today? People fighting, feuding, looting, its okay Let it go, let it flow, let the good times roll Tell em Dre! Your mom and dad probably mad at us We done turned their kids into little body snatchers Aint like where Im from, we dont bite our tongue Are you sure you want niggas 21 to carry guns? Its sad but Im glad that Im made to rhyme Where you work you aint getting paid for that overtime Its only music, media know it but they blind I aint in yall life, so stay they hell up outta mine! Yall the reason why Princess Diana ended up dying If you people get offended I dont care Trying to get us to leave cause what we say just aint clean But holding back on what I say just aint me Now whats these parents all mad for? Your music is bad for em For teenage kids that drink more than Ted Danson in Cheers Carson drink beers, we all fart and piss and cuss out our bitch Broke or rich, I still do that same old shit I dont jump in front of a camera and change no shit So when they ask me about my sarcasticness I just slap em, turn around and ask them this Whats going on in the world today? People fighting, feuding, looting, its okay Let it go, let it flow, let the good times roll Tell em Dre! Whats going on in the world today? People fighting, feuding, looting, its okay Let it go, let it flow, let the good times roll Tell em Dre! La la la la la la La la la la, la La la la la la la, la Ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh Ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh Ooh ooh ooh, ooh Look out for the D12 R&B album coming out soon Straight R&B, straight R&B, straight R&B Jodeci, we got you!12Embed

2009 BET Hip Hop Awards - Cypher 3 Lyrics Peace, welcome to this cypher. Black Dante, Black Thought, Eminem. We in Brooklyn, I gotta do this for Brooklyn. Listen, real quick, yo For sinners, saints and scramblers And gamblers, and dirty money handlers Dignitaries and champions, narcotic traffickers Talented number runners and racketeers Stars of stage, page and cameras Slang swingers and swaggerers Double barrels and Derringers, automatics and miracles Europe, Asia and Africa, all the time in America Atlantic, Ashland, Albemarle to Albany Bridge into Baltic, Bedford Ave., Bergen Street Clinton to Cadman, Church Ave. to Clarendon Road to Central Avenue, Cooper House, Cypress And live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest High flyingest pilot bombardier from Pyrrhus Stationed live and direct, Medina mastermind set Ya cant lock my set, now lock off, cool Peace to the nation of the Gods and the Earths And the Sun, Moon and Stars, furthermore born knowledge Go hard Uh, yeah, yeah, check it out, remix Risin up out of the flames like a phoenix Strainin to carry the weight of my brain like a genius Knowin Im sowin seeds, lets see whose thumb is the greenest If I said it I mean it, and did it because I need it Eat, sleep it, and bleed it, write it down and then read it Asphalt to the cement, your trash talk is deleted Blastoff, I lay em out like a Tempurpedic Black Thought, I told you Ima win eventually This unsung, underrated, underappreciated The one them underachievers had underestimated Finally graduated from somethin thats so hated To one of the most sacred, nobody gon take it, face it I keep doin it well, doin it sans assistance Is do it yourself, doin it below the radar We doin it stealth, doin it again For Illadelph and who else, but check it out Yall see him on a job, see my eyes focused where the prize be Im like Martin Luther King, you like Rodney The difference is I give it everythin inside me Dear Diary, my fans still swear by me Even though Im late night now like heres Johnny Swimmin with them great whites now is how to find me Funny how it break right down, but never mind me Im forever grimy, guess its just Philly shinin Rock rolla, bi-polar like Phyllis Hyman Like a dope fiend opening up a bottle of dopamine Youre just hoping he don’t get rope for your throat to choke anything Oh, and just think how dope he could be if he smoked anything Oh, there goes the bell, the sound of the opening ding I hit you as hard as barbiturates in the ribs With a switch and stitch you at the same time before you can flinch to it My is so big, if I add another inch to it You would swear when I you that you was actually into it Im not a baller, but you can bet your fuckin bottom dollar That I remember when I was without a dollar bill in my wallet Now, watch me kill a koala while I maul a chihuahua Bum a pill off of Paula like, Let me holler at you, mama Its like Im off the bombom when I bring the drama Used to bomb ya like Saddam, but now that Im a little calmer Im a cross between Osama, Dahmer, Obama And Dalai Lama Tell Miley Im a knight in shinin armor Mail a gift to Taylor Swifts trailer a picture of my genitalia With a note sayin, , I cant wait to ya Drug paraphernalia, beware, the werewolf will kill ya Thats him in his sheeps clothes, he just shaved his hair off, Cecilia14Embed

Ken Kaniff Lyrics Im gonna call this motherfucker Oh, fuck yeah Give him a piece of my mind, a piece of my ass Oh, thank you, I need to make a collect call Oh, the number is 6-2 Kenneth Kaniff from Connecticut, automated piece of shit Yo Hey there, cock boy Whos this? This is Ken Kaniff Who? Ken Kaniff from Connecticut, you little bitch From Connecticut? Yeah, you wanna get a- I dont know nobody in Connecticut You wanna get a hotel room with me? A hotel room? Yeah, you want me to lick your ass, Eminem? Yo, who is this, Cage? Hey, you want me to fuckin melt in your mouth and not in your hand? Melt in your ass, you little cock boy Yo, shut up, you lil bitch Oh, you think Im lyin, huh? Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha14Embed

Hellbound Lyrics Jigoku e iku no wa omae ga saki da! Welcome back to the stage of history Yo, Slim Shady! Yo, Ill fuckin... , Ill... Ill puke, eat it, and freak you Battle? Im too weeded to speak to The only key that I see to defeat you Would be for me to remove these two Adidas and beat you And force feed you em both And on each feet is a cleat shoe Ill lift you off your feet so fast with a roundhouse Youll think I pulled the fucking ground out from underneath you I aint no fucking G, Im a cannibal I aint tryin to shoot you Im tryin to chop you into pieces and eat you Wrap you in rope and plastic, stab you with broken glass And have you with open gashes strapped to a soakin mattress Coke and acid, black magic, cloaks and daggers Fuck the planet til it spins on a broken axis Im so bananas Im showing up to your open casket To fill it full of explosive gases and close it back With a lit match in it while I sit back and just hope it catches Blow you to fragments, laugh, roll you, and smoke the ashes I see the light at the end But every time I take a step it gets dim Tell me, is this Hell were livin in? If so, Heavens got to be better But if were hellbound, whatever, lets go down I see the light at the end But every time I take a step it gets dim Tell me, is this Hell were livin in? If so, Heavens got to be better But if were hellbound, whatever, lets go down Am I the worst because I never go to church? I run a red light then sideswipe a hearse Ima drink till my liver rot, see the doc leave the E.R Then hit a bar for a liquor shot; fuck the liver spot! One day we all gon die But when I die, Ima be so high That Ima get up and walk, leaving the concrete bare With the chalk outline still there I smoke til I choke and I sex a lot I got a cross on my chain, but its just to rock Now if I pray every night Do I still have to hold my tray very tight? You feel me, God? I done did so much shit while on Earth I smoke, I drink, I curse, and to make matters worse I bust my gun first, and then I chat with your corpse Since way back, I was one to never like back-talk See me at the pearly gates in line, wearing a North Face Nickle 9 at my waist, God done lost faith Angels greet me, but I dont reply back Just show me to my quarters, and oh yeah, wheres Thai at? I see the light at the end But every time I take a step it gets dim Tell me, is this Hell were livin in? If so, Heavens got to be better But if were hellbound, whatever, lets go down Maxi was seriously wounded But the soul still burns Final battle, fight! Analyze the strength of my game, like Lee Corso Call me a lost soul, with a vest on my torso And of course, yo, yall know Im no stranger to danger Like Christ in a manger, feel a whole range of my anger I breathe down shit so hard you can see sound And beat down these rap clowns in like three rounds My pen bout as sharp as a dagger, walk with a swagger Tie your wife to the back of a black Jag and I drag her Ten blocks, untie the bitch, and I still bag her Give her a smack in the ass and a six pack of lager My shit go as deep and as dark as a train tunnel My flows spill, like using the wrong end of a funnel Everyday I grow more older and more colder Fly you to Colorado, roll you over with a boulder I know you want to retaliate but you wont dare ‘Cause youre fuckin with some niggas like this who just dont care I see the light at the end But every time I take a step it gets dim Tell me, is this Hell were livin in? If so, Heavens got to be better But if were hellbound, whatever, lets go down But every time I take a step it gets dim Tell me, is this Hell were livin in? Times up! You lose! Katta ne!20Embed

Open Mic Lyrics Hey yo, whats up, man? Hey yo, you been here all day, man Yall been here every weekend, man I dont ever get a chance to rap first, man! Thats cause you wack! What?!? I aint wack, nigga, I got some raps for all yall Nigga, my raps fresh, Ima bust my raps first You can bust yours after me if you want to No, no, man, Im goin first Im gettin tired of everybody wantin to go first, man You always rap first, Im rappin I dont care what none of yall say; Im fresh, Im fresh Ayo, who the fuck passed you the mic and said that you can flow? Point him out, man, I wanna know! Who the fuck passed you the mic and said that you can flow? I said, who the fuck passed you the mic and said that you can flow? Point him out, bitch, I wanna know! Who the fuck passed you the mic and said that you can flow? Ill have you taken back to Christ when youre sacrificed The way youre hacked and sliced When I fill your back with knives Jackin lifes of MCs, now Im set to launch a plan For blowin up the stage with illegal contraband I stomped your man, so unless you want what he got You better set the mic down, Im steamin like a teapot I make the D hot, people get in my face and ask If I wanna battle, then I chase them in a Jason mask Its an amazin task to battle with success I never gave a fuck, now I give a fuck less And win a slug fest, I get physical like physicians Invisible like magicians with mystical mic traditions Wicked wizardry like a sorcerer, no remorse for ya When I torture ya throughout the course of my orchestra So feel the force of my spiritual images Slicin up an enemys appendages til he hemorrhages My skin itches every time a rapper recites And when hes through with his verse, Im all covered in flea bites You wanna see fights, I got a match for ya You couldnt flip shit playin in toilets with a spatula Ayo, who the fuck passed you the mic and said that you can flow? Point him out, man, I wanna know! Who the fuck passed you the mic and said that you can flow? Ayo, who the fuck passed you the mic and said that you can flow? Point him out, bitch, I wanna know! Who the fuck passed you the mic and said that you can flow? You bitches get a hysterectomy disrespectin me You wanna feel the full effect of me, hand a TEC to me Intellectually superior, Ill make the whack wearier Inferior deteriorate like bacteria Materially, killin serially, clearly youll see How much in fear when you hear me youll be Shiver and shake, quiver and quake Bite a rhyme and feel your jaw get stiffer and ache Wither and break, you slitherin snake Gibberin fake, fibber and flake Ill twist you in a different shape And toss you in Michigan Lake for fishermans sake If this is a dream, you wish you can wake every diss you can take Personal, we aint friends tryin to make amends If you aint ever stole a gate, you can take offense I make intense masterpieces And smash to pieces your last releases You pass diseases, thats the reason Im showin you the proper way to Operate a mic, so pass it like a hot potato Ive never been less than clever and fresh Severin flesh of fools who never impressed ever infest Who the fuck passed you the mic and said that you can flow? Point him out, man, I wanna know! Who the fuck passed you the mic and said that you can flow? Ayo, who the fuck passed you the mic, man, and said that you can flow? Point him out, bitch, I wanna know! Who the fuck passed you the mic and then said that you can flow? Whoooo the fuck passed you the mic and said that you can flow?! Point him out! I wanna know Who the fuck passed you the mic and said that you can flow? I wanna know, wanna know Who the fuck passed you the mic and said that you can flow? Who the fuck passed you the mic?! Who the fuck passed you the mic, man?! 25Embed

The Anthem Lyrics One two, one two We dedicate this one to the Hip-Hop culture, yall Brought to you by the world-famous Wake Up Show Bobby Steels, Staple tales, MCs get your lips stapled Project Killa Hill is stamped on the map like the compass Sacred swordplay, tongue-twist Piercin holes in you, you cant escape 70,000 kilowatts blast through yo box Walk with alarm clocks, cars drivin slow down the block One stopped, parks, pops the trunk Snare pops loud as Glock shots Bass like an M80 in your face Cops stop, give us citation We pause for radio station identification Wake up, wake up, wake up! Tech is on When I woke up, I grabbed the mic and never choked up Busted a verse and all the Gz in Cali locd up When I was summoned, styles were mixed like the Drummonds Killer clown is comin, look around, your town is crumblin This Big Tech from the Midwest Leavin MCs listless on the Wake Up Show Make up no stories about my shake-up flow Put me off in a cypher, partner, you cant fuck with the sniper Your flows premature, clean your dirty diaper Mic heister, psycho alpha-schizo Hypno, cryo gat flow, guru and aint nobody tighter Sway and Tech heard me flow, and its sealed Now I got Swedish women yellin Tech N9nes vild! This place is my house I might as well erase my face with Wite-Out ‘Cause yall cant see me like Ma$es eyebrows Climbed out of a nice house through the front window And heard this guy shout, Hey! Thats my couch!! Pull a 9 out durin a rhyme bout While Im rippin this shit, put a clip in it and spit five rounds And murder you hoes worse than a convertible flippin vertical Nose-first with the top off, landin upside-down Get tied down and duct-taped Fuck rape! Id rather just hump a sluts leg with my nuts shaved Its Sway and Tech — two disk jockeys Breakin so many freakin needles, I wonder if they inject? Lo and behold, better than platinum and gold Yes, God bless, success, never forsake the soul Xzibit take control—locked, loaded, and ready to roll Play the upper hand, a man thats never gon fold ‘Cause your tape sucks, find a new hobby that you can take up Or listen to my niggas Tech and Sway so you can wake up The X-Man, catch me doing drills in the Danger Room Big game huntin from high noon to the full moon With synonyms, I get an adrenaline rush, from minimum thrusts Bust multiple assaults in small interims As horrid as Boris Karloff was When I cut your neck, leave a little piece of skin So the head wont fall off Hauled-off, sawed off shotgun blast He asked: Why did he have to die like cast metal? Oh , see, now like Omar Credle We pon pedal at a high resolution On the Wake Up Show with Sway, Tech and DJ Revolution Revolution, revolution Revolution, revolution Revolution, revolution Revolution, revolution I sway the TEC with Tech and Sway Step away, wet and spray, rep today Who owe the debt to pay get swept away Across the whole board like checker play When I blaze, your whole sect erase Wake Up Show for those who slept away Niggas that met the tre hit the deck and pray DJ Revolution, spinnin like lead from out the Heck and K Tearin your neck away Flood up the street where blood redecorate Until the head of Jakes investigate Sway can give it to, but what you gon do with it? Tech can give it to you, but what you gon do? Rev can give it to you, but what you gon do with it? I can give it to you, wha-wha-wha-what-what! Yo, yo, yo, Chino make the world go round Fuckin up entire record companies like Harrell did to Motown Vominous talk, poison pen, ominous walk Which flow will I destroy you with this time? The most commonest thought The drama thats brought caught us in the midst of a sibling rivalry For instance, there is nothing born in existence that can survive with me Clone me like sheep, I clean house like Tony Randall My style filed for sexual harassment, like Tisha Campbell You wack like Will Smith, your rhyme style is pansy I fucking murder your young style, like JonBenét Ramsey Now who the master to beg? Your demo get passed on the reg You shouldnt have been signed if you had a white cast on your leg Im Wake Up Show-reppin with Sway and Tech My TECs like Tekken, the industry weapon Im Chino X—bring KRS in! De-de-de-da-de-de-de-da-di-day KRS-One comin with the Tech and Sway Yo, I rock up on the littlest set and up on the biggest set As ill as it gets, I still manage to wiggle your neck with sweat Never forget: the bigger the budget, the bigger the debt You gotta be, willin to rock in the middle of dry And in the middle of wet But Im willin to bet, on a Sway and a Tech, they stay in effect Never been a pain in the neck, they gainin respect Nevertheless, I wreck you Now, you know what Sway and Tech do Ill be back, but for now just seckle! Ha ha ha! Fresh for 1999, you suckers!30Embed

D.G.I.F.U. Lyrics Ha! Yall know me, still same OG, young T-Y-G Hated on by most these niggas But I still keep shittin on niggas lowkey Fuck with you to the third degree I keep it G, damn, G, you owe a three Schemin on the low, tryna make a nigga profitly All I do is get money, fuck, and sleep I should run for mayor Been runnin shit, you barely maintainin, bitch No, this aint no, lets say, regular degular shit Break a neck on some Busta shit Souls of Mischief I be on til infinity Dont predict, bitch, what Im gon do Cause chances are Ive outdone you And most of my so-called enemies Spit your game, talk your shit Grab your gat, call your clique Ball so hard, I dont need the assist Im the best, I keep sayin that shit Nigga, you should too If you knew what this gamell do to you Look at bullshit that I been through Just to drive through and shit on you Dont get it fucked up Yesterday, was the freshest nigga in America I swear to God I aint lyin, bruh, I aint lyin, bruh In America Dont get it fucked up Niggas talkin bout old shit I pull up, they like, Oh, shit Now look whos talkin, bitch Now look whos talkin, bitch, yeah Dont get it fucked up I do this shit for my— D-Do this shit for my— Do this shit for my loved ones Dont get it fucked up I do this shit for my— D-Do this shit for my— I dont trust niggas, I only trust funds Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin to say But nothin comes out when they move they lips This extended clip will make Buddha shit Shawty comin and pullin up with them Hooter tits Never use a nigga, but she abuse the dick I lick the pussy, let it air dry We in a boat, nigga, right off the coast European or Caribbean Im sweatin out my hair dye So dont get it fucked up I got a handful of matches, fuckin with a bad bitch All my niggas is savages, better loc up Damn, its a tragedy, all of these casualties Metal through his body, nigga, check his anatomy, oh, shit Why you pillow talkin? Thats ho shit Nigga, you a geek, still talkin bout me fuckin yo bitch I cant lie, cant lie I got a bunch of bad hoes and a wife on the side I believe I can fly, Im the shit now Wanna be like Mike when I die Step right up, cant name any nigga that can fuck with us Ima bring the pain, we gon be the game-changers All in your face, Im bustin nuts, ah! Dont get it fucked up Yesterday, was the freshest nigga in America I swear to God I aint lyin, bruh, I aint lyin, bruh In America Dont get it fucked up Niggas talkin bout old shit I pull up, they like, Oh, shit Now look whos talkin, bitch Now look whos talkin, bitch, yeah Dont get it fucked up I do this shit for my— D-Do this shit for my— Do this shit for my loved ones Dont get it fucked up I do this shit for my— D-Do this shit for my— I dont trust niggas, I only trust funds Did yall think I would let my dough freeze? Ho, please Better bow down on both knees Who you think taught you to throw Ps? Who you think taught you to rap keys? Dress Dries, Phillip Lim, SLPs Like Snoop D-O-double G Nigga, murder was the case, so motherfuck the police Yall niggas soft like emojis, with the heart eyes Yall part skies, yall cloud killers We aimin niggas, my soul is blacker than apartheid We coupe niggas, you niggas ridin four doors Like Uber nigga, we pilin all of your whores On the canopy, my stamina be Enough for Pamela Anderson Lee My Katy Perry aint afraid to carry That shit you sniff, Taylor Swift Niggas talk, yet it remains a myth I never seen it, they only dream it They rap about it, do interviews With they toy cars and they little jewels Dont get it fucked up Yesterday, was the freshest nigga in America I swear to God I aint lyin, bruh, I aint lyin, bruh In America Dont get it fucked up Niggas talkin bout old shit I pull up, they like, Oh, shit Now look whos talkin, bitch Now look whos talkin, bitch, yeah Dont get it fucked up I do this shit for my— D-Do this shit for my— Do this shit for my loved ones Dont get it fucked up I do this shit for my— D-Do this shit for my— I dont trust niggas, I only trust funds56Embed

New Day Lyrics It don’t take much strength to pull a trigger But try to get up every morning day after day and work for a living Let’s see ‘em try that Then we’ll see who’s the real tough guy The working man is a tough guy Party people say, party people say Ay it’s a new day, it’s a new day World is getting ready, everybody ready, yeah! For a new day, for a new day, celebrate and say A-A-A-A-A-A-A-Aye I woke up this morning thinking ’bout the old me When I was feeling like Miller Lite and Ol E But now I ride on some conscious shit I’m getting bread while I toast to my accomplishments Only one I could have a problem with is myself That’s probably why my only competition is myself From today to tomorrow the Doc is just rocking the same drum Fuck the past, though I ain’t forgot where I came from I got the club rocking, uh I got your girl jocking, uh Me and Fif’ still in this bitch, bitch We goin the distance witchu party people, come on Party people say, party people say Ayy It’s a new day It’s a new day World is getting ready, everybody ready, yeah! For a new day, for a new day, celebrate and say A-A-A-A-A-A-A-Ayy Now, you can get your knees on the church floor, pray it get better Or push the dough on the liquor store, see where it get ya But me, I got to be on top I said, me I get to be on top I got the street on lock I’m on automatic pilot, aint nobody stopping me Growing up in poverty aint fill my heart with larceny Niggas ride, I don’t hide, I dump to get em off of me I’m a leader, look and see the natural born boss of me They from Bel Air, I’m from the bottom Soon as I spot ‘em I get to drop ‘em I got ‘em; the competition, red-dot em It’s dinner time when the 9 come out It’s off with the chain, off with the ring Move, bang, off with ya brain Party people say, party people say Ay it’s a new day, it’s a new day World is getting ready, everybody ready, yeah! For a new day, for a new day, celebrate and say A-A-A-A-A-A-A-Aye Marks on the wall It’s now or never at all I’m gonna give it my all Whether I rise or fall True story, I said I’d get rich or die trying I did it, good luck sucker, trying to stop my shine Nothing matters but the music, music my first love We paper chasing -- I’m always coming in first, cuz I’m built for it, see I’m better under pressure I react like a maniac when I’m coming to get ya I got to win, Em watch and Dre watch and my son watching Fuck that, losing aint an option I’m sharp I’m on point The ink from my ballpoint Throwing out my pain I’m back on my A-game I’m focused, for me this is just another victory Except that I’m stronger than an ox now mentally Party people say, party people say Ay it’s a new day, it’s a new day World is getting ready, everybody ready, yeah! For a new day, for a new day, celebrate and say A-A-A-A-A-A-A-Aye11Embed

Any Man Lyrics Hi! Original Bad Boy on the case, cover your face Came in the place blowed, and sprayed Puffy with mace I laced the weed with insect repellent, better check to smell it Eminem starts with E, better check the spellin With a capital, somebody grab me a Snapple I got an aspirin capsule trapped in my Adams apple Somebody dropped me on my head, and Im for sure That my mother did it, but the bitch wont admit it was her I slit her stomach open with a scalpel when she was six months And said Im ready now, bitch! Aint you feelin these kicks, cunt? The world aint ready for me yet, I can tell Ill probably have a cell next to a furnace in Hell Im sicker than sperm cells with syphilis germs And Im hotter than my dick is when I piss and it burns I kick you in the tummy until you sick to your stomach And vomit so much blood that your clothes stick to you from it Hit you in the head with a brick til you plummet If yall dont like me, you can suck my dick til you numb it And all that gibberish you was spittin, you need to kill it ‘Cause your style is like dying in my sleep, I dont feel it ‘Cause any man who would jump in front of a minivan For twenty grand, a bottle of pain pills, and a minithin Is fuckin crazy – you hear me? Huh? Is fuckin crazy – hello, hi! ‘Cause any man who would jump in front of a minivan For twenty grand, a bottle of pain pills and a minithin Is fuckin crazy – do you hear me? Is fuckin crazy Im ice-grillin you, starin you down with a gremlin grin Im Eminem, youre a fag in a womens gym Im Slim, the Shady is really a fake alias To save me with in case I get chased by space aliens A brainiac, with a cranium packed Full of more uranium than a maniac Saudi Arabian A highly combustible head, spasmatic Strapped to a Craftmatic adjustable bed Laid up in the hospital in critical condition I flatlined, jumped up, and ran from the mortician High speed, IV full of Thai weed Lookin Chinese with my knees stuck together like Siamese Twins, joined at the groin like lesbians Pins and needles, hypodermic needles and pens I hope God forgives me for my sins It probably all depends on if I keep on killin my girlfriends ‘Cause any man who would jump in front of a minivan For twenty grand, a bottle of pain pills, and a minithin Is fuckin crazy – you hear me? Huh? Is fuckin crazy – listen! ‘Cause any man who would jump in front of a minivan For twenty grand, a bottle of pain pills and a minithin Is fuckin crazy – do you hear me? Is fuckin crazy Last night, I O.D.d on rush, mushrooms and dust And got rushed to the hospital to get my system flushed Im an alcoholic, and thats all I can say I call in at work, ‘cause all I do is frolic and play I swallow grenades, and take about a bottle a day Of Tylenol 3, and talk about how violent Ill be Give me eleven Excedrin, my headll spin Medicinell get me revvin like a 747 jet engine Scratched my balls til I shredded skin Doctor, check this rash! Look how red its been! Its probably AIDS! Forget it then. I strike a still pose and hit you with some ill flows That dont even make sense, like dykes using dildos So reach in your billfolds for ten ducats And pick up this Slim Shady shit thats on Rawkus Somethin, somethin, somethin, somethin, I get weeded. My daughter scribbled over that rhyme, I couldnt read it ‘Cause any man who would jump in front of a minivan For twenty grand, a bottle of pain pills, and a minithin Is fuckin crazy – you hear me? Huh? Is fuckin crazy – hello?! ‘Cause any man who would jump in front of a minivan For twenty grand, a bottle of pain pills and a minithin Is fuckin crazy – do you hear me? Is fuckin crazy Hi, somethings not right Im sorry, Im mentally retarded Slim Shady, I think thats my name Rawkus Records, fuckin crazy Do you hear us? Were fuckin crazy! All of us! Hi… bye… goodnight, somethin24Embed

GATman and Robbin Lyrics Gee willikers, Gatman, they got me surrounded Im on my way I got a GatMan, if theres a problem Ima solve it A nigga movin around with a big-ass revolver And a What the fuck, are you retarded? You touch Shady, Ill leave you dearly departed This aint Batman, Robin, Cagney or Lacey Its 50 Cent and Shady, the worst, baby Put your hands on my peoples Ill react crazy Put a hole through your front and your back, maybe But go head, you try me Ill have your ass hooked up to an IV I leave no witnesses when I ride, B You fuck with me, youll see I react like an animal and tear you apart If a masterpiece was murder Id major in art Niggas know I was wrapped too tight from the start But being a little off landed me on top of the charts So you take the good with the bad, I guess Level three Teflon plate on my chest Hammer cocked back, hollow tip in the chamber, danger Angerll change ya, and make you aim that and squeeze I got a GatMan, if theres a problem Ima solve it A nigga movin around with a big-ass revolver And a Motherfucker, you retarded? You touch 50, Ill leave you dearly departed Were walking away from a beef in which clearly you started I said were walking away, did you hear me? You oughta be thankful that we aint beefin We’re still breathing and just leave it at Cause if me and 50 and G-Unit hop back in that BAT—mobile It aint gonna be no more rap its gonna be Retaliation, itll be like them Muslim Shiia Somewhere along the line its like me and 50 made a Hes got my back, I got his back Its almost like were kinda like Siamese twins Cause when we beef we pull each other into the bullshit Like were conjoined at the hip, this is unavoidable Some of the shit is squashable; some shitll never boil over Some of it will just simmer at best if left alone But let it be known there will be no sitdowns With no Daves and Zinos There will be no peace discussions with me There aint gonna be no friendly debates over crumpets and tea Just quit fucking with me and Ill gladly quit fucking with you Just spit your sixteen and do what you gotta do to get through Without mentioning me Or the machine of Jimmy Iovine or Dre or 50 Or D-Twizzie, Obie and just let it be Or well be with a GatMan, if theres a problem Ima solve it A nigga movin around with a big-ass revolver And a What the fuck, are you retarded? You touch Shady, Ill leave you dearly departed Nigga, you get it twisted, you gon get your wig splitted I dont give a fuck, I dont care if police know I did it Man I hustle, I get money in the sunshine or a blizzard I go hard for that paper, homie, I just gotta get it Got a money scheme, you plot it, you can count me in Im with it You cross me, you gon make a cemetery visit Thats gangsta, you know me I talk cause I live it Shell cases drop, when that chopper chop, way up the block Get hit with copper tops, when the drama pop, the llama pop And it wont stop, you can run call the cops This aint new, niggas know how I be on it That shit you got, put my pistol to you, I want it Its not a game, perfect aim You feel the flame up against your brain Man its so hot, Ill make you wish it rained I got a GatMan, if theres a problem Ima solve it A nigga movin around with a big-ass revolver And a What the fuck, are you retarded? You touch Shady, Ill leave you dearly departed33Embed

Réminem Lyrics Énervé depuis lépoque des billes, javais déjà rien dans lsac à dos Jsuis pas lado qui part en vrille, mais maman jtai pas fait dcadeau La rue jlaime autant que jla déteste et cest comme ça Quand jétais ptit jai vu des grands stirer dessus pour une sse-lia Maintenant ça cest banal, tous les jours jsors, jentends des trucs de fou Quand ya embrouille ya le pe-pom sous un drap ou dans un sac de foot Depuis quand jrentre chez moi la nuit, jen ai des trucs à dire Jsuis le blanc dta cité qui traîne dans des coins qui tempêcherait ddormir Avant pour être franc, on pensait pas aux euros On aurait pu passer des heures à aider juste pour faire des heureux Jétais à lécole en face dla cité, jvoyais passer le sse-cro Janalyse les gens et toi jsais pas pourquoi tu fais lssiste-gro Ouais mon pote, cest la vie, et cest comme ça On a tous des blessures qui nse refermeront peut-être pas On savait pas cétait quoi les vices mais maintenant on a grandi Jai compris que largent fait pas lbonheur, rends les gens moisis Mon chemin jlai pas choisi, jai pas choisi dvoir maman pleurer La rue, le rap jkiffais alors jme suis déscolarisé Dans la rue quand tes blanc, faut tfaire ta place encore plus quun autre R-E-M-Y, si jréussis jlèverai mon verre à la vôtre Pas dsentiments dans nos halls, les yeux couleur violet On tenait les murs pendant que dvant ta meuf, bah toi tu miaulais Avoir des couilles de nos jours vaut pas le prix dune Rolex Voilà pourquoi on tvole ta montre et on la vend à un collègue Jai galéré toute ma vie, jveux pas finir en bas, et ça dpuis mes premiers pas Jai su ce que je voulais Mais dis-moi tu veux faire quoi, quand la vie te tabasse Te laisse sans ta monnaie On a galéré, la rue nous a pas laissé lchoix, laissé lchoix drester en bas On veut se sauver Mais dis-moi tu veux faire quoi, quand la vie te tabasse Te laisse sans ta monnaie Maman, pour nous sortir de là, jen ferais des trucs de fou Ma sœur, jlui ferais cracher son sang si jvois il tord son cou Sale schmitt quand tu mcontrôles tutoies-moi pas, on sconnait pas Quand jétais ptit tes collègues les bacqueux, ils rigolaient sur moi Mes potes mangent des coups de flashball parce que taimes pas leur couleur Si yavait pas lrap, moi dans lmal jaurais craché ma douleur Maintenant jvois la vie en couleur, jai tendance à moins douter Les grosses putes me porteront lœil car pour eux ya pas dgouter Ma poésie vient den bas, elle mtirera peut-être vers le haut Jécris la nuit et jme rappelle comment la rue cest pas beau Jai passé ma vie sur lpavé, sur lbanc ya que des macchabées Et toi tu chourres, tu tfais courser par des équipes de cinglés On veut tous des thunes à mort car nos vies ont un goût amer Si jréussis pas, bah Maman nira pas vivre en bord de mer Merde, cest la merde. Que des équipes en Twingo Armés devant ta chicha pour racoler 2-3 pines-co Ouais moi jte raconte ma vie, jte raconte pas celle dun autre Jaimerais sortir vivre normalement, mais jpeux pas payer la note Ouais poto ya pas dargent, en retard est le loyer Mes sentiments ont pris leau, depuis qumon cœur est noyé Te lamente pas sur ton sort mon poto cest Dieu qui donne Cest lui qui reprend donc reprends-toi avant que ton heure sonne Beaucoup ont fait du shtar car dans la rue depuis mineur Tu vois maman pleurer quand tu ressors de tes 48 heures Jai galéré toute ma vie, jveux pas finir en bas, et ça dpuis mes premiers pas Jai su ce que je voulais Mais dis-moi tu veux faire quoi, quand la vie te tabasse Te laisse sans ta monnaie On a galéré, la rue nous a pas laissé lchoix, laissé lchoix drester en bas On veut se sauver Mais dis-moi tu veux faire quoi, quand la vie te tabasse Te laisse sans ta monnaie Cest Rémy6Embed

Scary Movies Lyrics Whats your favorite scary movie? Yo, Slim Shady Yall wanna make a movie? We got the film right here Yeah, Im one of them pretty rappers Buck if I really have to, I really slap you King of Detroit, who they namin the city after Scandalous partners whose grammar hammers the hard shit Into your heart with content, yo, who wanna start with? Expert, Bad & Evil is comin soon MCs get stuck, head first back in they mothers womb This shit is written, in my eyes Im the illest MC spittin Leavin all of you cats shittin kittens I gotta diss you, my niggas be cockin pistols Shot and split you, fuck splittin the profits with you Six percent of yall niggas is just pretend Cliques with clits, pussy niggas stink with dicks Niggas act bully and blast for the fast penny My auto is fully, plenty of niggas packin semi Speak darts — yo, you get paid? Rhymin about it is the sweet part You cant be street smart with a cheap heart 59, a street nigga with deep feelin I keep illin, my steez willin to keep killin Fuck rap! A lot of yall all is just acts Trust that, you rhyme all wack on rough tracks Bust and then we all black when you get bust back at Fuck that, you get blast at, you get laughed at And Ima spit thunder, stick to my guns Niggas is finished before they gimmicks: one-hit wonders What? Big balls, thats why when I spit, your clique stalls Im a pitbull, Im just dog, Im just raw Split yall, holler, Its on! – then I diss yall All of yall niggas get pissed on claimin you pissed off Yall want drama? Wanna make a scary movie? Rappers comin in with their team and carry toolies You can jump right out of the screen and barely move me We hard-hittin, directin and starrin in it Yall want drama? Wanna make a scary movie? Rappers comin in with their team and carry toolies You can jump right out of the screen and barely move me We hard-hittin, directin and starrin in it The one man on the planet thatll drive off of the Grand Canyon Hop out of a Grand Am and land in it handstandin Any man plannin to battlell get snatched outta his clothes So fast itll look like an invisible man standin Im headed for Hell, Id rather be dead or in jail Bill Clinton, hit this — and you better inhale! ‘Cause any MC that chooses to go against me Is gettin taken advantage of, like Monica Lewinsky Came home in a frenzy, pushin a ten speed Screamin to Aunt Peg With three spokes stickin outta my pant leg Fuck a headache! Give me a migraine, damn it, I like pain You should be anywhere that a mic aint You rap knowin you wack You act up and Im throwin you down a flight of steps Then Im throwin you back up them If they dont like the track, fuck em! The rap struck em Harder than gettin hit by a Mack truck and then backed up on And any half-assed known rapper to trespass Better be ready for the second Celebrity Deathmatch So tell the medic to bring the medication and quickly Im sicker than a 2Pac dedication to Biggie Im free-fallin feet first out of a damn tree To stampede your chest til you cant breathe And when Im down to my last breath Ima climb the Empire State Building And get to the last step and still have half left Yall want drama? Wanna make a scary movie? Rappers comin in with their team and carry toolies You can jump right out of the screen and barely move me We hard-hittin, directin and starrin in it Yall want drama? Wanna make a scary movie? Rappers comin in with their team and carry toolies You can jump right out of the screen and barely move me We hard-hittin, directin and starrin in it Bad, the Bad The Evil Put em together Two times, Slim Shady, Royce da 5912Embed

Lean Back Lyrics Stop! Its the motherfucking remix! Uhh! Yeah, Harlem is back Who in the world want a problem with that? I heard Harlem is back Who in the world want a problem with that? Uhh! Yeah, Harlem is back Who in the world want a problem with that? I heard Harlem is back Who in the world want a problem with that? Said my niggas dont dance We just pull up our pants and do the rockaway Now lean back, lean back Lean back, lean back Said my niggas dont dance We just pull up our pants and do the rockaway Now lean back, lean back Lean back, lean back, come on You know its deja vu, and the day yall do Itll be the day yall bleed Wrist minus eighty degrees King of Harlem, aint nobody made me leave Who else could take five years off? Cold turkey? Come back and fly lears off Cats front leave them leaning like Smirnoff If haters wanna hate, then its their loss Come up in the Rucker with all my Jakes on Car grills so big you can cook a steak on People hear Ma$e call them wanna get their mase on You hot 16, Im a very great song They beating on the DJ booth fore the Ma$e song You play Clark Kent, you better have your cape on Plenty homes Mansion many rooms My necklace, 2Xs and three Bentley bulls Lean back, lean back, lean back Cause hes back, come on Lean back, lean back, lean back Cause hes back, come on Eminem, whats up! Hey! You dont want no problems with Harlem You dont want no problems with the boogie-down Bronxster You dont want no drama with the blonde bomber Original Don Dada of the blonde bottle The model from White America Then Joe, the spokesperson for the Latino Then we got Ma$e back to re-per-e-sent E-ver-y-thing else in between Including the percentages of the rest we dont The best from each coast, the midwest to the dirty-dirty Even further to Miami, all the way back to Californ-i-a Itd probably be best right now if I warn Dre To get on the horn and tell Im about the storm coming all our way So tell a pal, grab a gal right now, get on the floor while I wait Shake that ass a little more my way, but baby, I dont dance Not that I cant, theres a pistol in my pants, come on Said my niggas dont dance We just pull up our pants and do the rockaway Now lean back, lean back Lean back, lean back, come on Said my niggas dont dance We just pull up our pants and do the rockaway Now lean back, lean back Lean back, lean back, come on Ayo, Remy pop but Im hot like an out of state spot And anybody think Im not, youre found in a vacant lot You dont really wanna run with the one chick Who smoke dutchess for lunches, da castle hill, I aint luncheon Now, its on it for the Terror Squad Pun, Prospect, Sunshine, Geddy, Crack and Remy Ma Its not a chick in the game want it My 16 so mean, put 20 Gs and my chain on it Quick to flip, I aint the average chick Im packin a MAC in the back of the forty-five past six And you know, I got enough goons to crush a country Any dude disrespectin Pun, he better play then run C Bring your mans and then we handle him Then we gon Timbaland trample em, then we pull the cans in them Lean back cause I aint never worry See, Im forever glory, smackin up any chick in my territory Said my niggas dont dance We just pull up our pants and do the rockaway Now lean back, lean back Lean back, lean back Said my niggas dont dance We just pull up our pants and do the rockaway Now lean back, lean back Lean back, lean back Come on No Judas or cowardice or Cains brother Abel is able to stop me, nigga, not me! Got the streets asking Damn, who can top P? Summer Jam? Killed it, man, I did it all with one beat I guess Im bi-coastal now Took a down south brother to bring your boy out As the wheel keeps spinning I can hear niggas thinking, Crack got one hit, then he out Nope! Joey bring them semis out Force you and yours to pour a little Henny out So much rappers acting in the game I had to tell them put the mic away and run and get your Emmys out Lean back, motherfuckers This heres a three-peat, we back at the Rucker Its Cook Coke Crack, preach it to ya, brother The Mike Moore rap and preach you motherfuckers Said my niggas dont dance We just pull up our pants and do the rockaway Now lean back, lean back Lean back, lean back Said my niggas dont dance We just pull up our pants and do the rockaway Now lean back, lean back Lean back, lean back Come on Said my niggas dont dance we just pull out our gats And say blow your back away, fuck nigga Lean back, lean back Lean back, lean back I said my niggas dont dance we just pull out our gats And say blow your back away, bitch nigga Lean back, lean back Lean back, lean back Hey!13Embed

Money Problems / Benz Truck Lyrics Hey God damn, God damn Hey Hey Oh, yeah, yeah, haha, true Money, money, power I need checks in every week Four Season, nigga, I need breakfast in my suite Niggas dont make money when they disrespecting me You would think they got a check, the way they checking for me, no Every time you see me, Im in go mode Niggas aint bout to charge up, blowing smoke When I drop, a few niggas is goin ghost You gassed up, thinkin we go toe-to-toe, aye Im bout to go Kanye West on niggas You know care less if I upset some niggas, hey Supposedly Ive been in debt with niggas Fuck em, I aint writing out no check for niggas My lawyer check them niggas Said Dont sweat them niggas Order lobster for breakfast and dinner He talkin wild, I said Objection, nigga You a lame, get up out my section, nigga Hey, he throwin shade, I dont play fetch with niggas, yeah Big money, still I rarely flex on niggas Dont need attention, just respect from niggas Oh, no, all I really need is, need is Money, money, power I need checks in every week Four Season, nigga, I need breakfast in my suite Niggas dont make money when they disrespecting me You would think they got a check, the way they checking for me I need money, money, power I need checks in every week Four Season, nigga, I need breakfast in my suite Niggas dont make money when they disrespecting me You would think they got a check, the way they checking for me No way Thats okay Thats okay Oh, I come a long way Yeah and its been a while since I clocked in Came out on top and Shawty tell me Im poppin Might miss a concoction Yeah, pour me a drink up When these niggas start wildin Yeah, you the one that I think of And God, he the only one thing keepin you niggas from gettin sprayed up For my daughter, Im gangster For a dollar, you a traitor You got money problems, Im sorry Aint no money problems ever stop me I just treat a prayer like a hobby And then I prosper to godspeed and it got me Money, money, power I need checks in every week Four Season, nigga, I need breakfast in my suite Niggas dont make money when they disrespecting me You would think they got a check, the way they checking for me Money, money, power I need checks in every week Four Season, nigga, I need breakfast in my suite Niggas dont make money when they disrespecting me You would think they got a check, the way they checking for me, no Aye Yeah, I heard They talkin crazy on the block still I aint on the block no more, Im in the hills Just checked the temperature, Im hot still Ridin 65, Im on them hot wheels The flow A1, Im sauced up I got my money right last year, I bossed up Them diamonds, they look fake, they must aint cost much Fake friends, they gon say we lost touch Strangers, they gon say I switched up Broke niggas look at me like Easy lick, yuh Bad bitches want my kids, yup Light skin, I call em my honey dip, yuh Niggas waitin on me to slip up On my Blac Youngsta flex, thats how I feel, yuh Lambo with the doors up, just for a feel-up Pull up to the crib, jump inside the Benz truck Aye, jump inside the Benz truck I might sell the Lambo, buy a Benz truck Or a SLS, gotta pick one Get my bitch one And she at the crib, yeah, doin sit-ups And she tryna get fit for a young nigga She a down-ass bitch, thats why I fuck with her Im just tryna get rich, double up figures Get em, get em, get em She a down-ass bitch, thats why I fuck with her She a down-ass bitch Down, down, down, down, down5Embed

Demon Inside Lyrics Im possessed by evil demons that torture me while Im sleeping I keep dreaming of death and Im hearing people screaming The devils spirits trapped inside me and I want it out Im on the couch bleeding to death in a haunted house With both of my wrists slit, Im lifted up in the air And suspended in animation like someones holding me there I feel somebodys cold hands wrapping around my neck While I choke on my own blood that I swallow and drown to death But I found a breath and somehow managed to slip the clutches Nearly blacking out from dizziness and head rushes Tripping over ODd bodies of dead lushes Bloodstains paint the plush carpet like red blushes Doors open and close by themselves Books fly off shelves, curtains catch fire, the house melts My skin blisters and sticks together like twin sisters The wind blows and shatters windows like ten twisters Caught a piece of shrapnel in the Adams apple Two cups of holy water and Im looking at em half full But as soon as I go to touch em they turn into red rum It got silent, then all these voices said Come follow me into the gates of Hell I heard em yell Welcome to the Norman Bates Motel! I ring the bell for service and I was greeted by his mother Covered in dry blood, head still dented from the shovel I said I need a room so I could try to get some rest She gave me the keys to the best suite and a bag of cess And told me thats just for starters, Satanll be in to see me later To see if Im interested in being partners26Embed

Welcome 2 Detroit Lyrics Welcome to motherfuckin Detroit, goddamn it Wonder Boy, shit Yeah, yeah, Tricky Lets show em some love! Welcome to Detroit! Wheres my gangstas and all my thugs? Throw them hands up and show us some love And uh, welcome to Detroit city I said welcome to Detroit city Every place, everywhere we go Man, we deep everywhere we roll Ask around and they all know Tricky Thats whats good, man, they all say Tricky Click click boom, just as soon as we hit the room You can hear em holla Goon Sqwad! in this bitch Let me hear you holla Goon Sqwad! in this bitch Let me hear you holla Runyon Ave! in this bitch So who am I gonna call on when I aint got them boys with me And the situation gets a little sticky? Ima dial 911 like a motherfuckin punk Fuck that, Blood Blood, Ima call that rude boy from Detroit Trick Trick, quick, come pick me up Bring them guns, come to the club, meet me out front Theres some chump up in this bitch Poppin some junk ‘cause hes drunk And we may have to fuck his ass up ‘Cause uh, somethin smells a lil fishy And I dont like the way his boys keep lookin at me So homie, come get me Wonder Boys, what up though, I see you Rock Bottom, yeah, I see you All my Detroit people, where you at? Man, let me see them hands in the sky Detroit, motherfuckers, till we die, hah Wheres my gangstas and all my thugs? Throw them hands up and show us some love And uh, welcome to Detroit city I said welcome to Detroit city Every place, everywhere we go Man, we deep everywhere we roll Ask around and they all know Tricky Thats whats good, man, they all say Tricky Homie, its been a long time comin and Im straight with that Marshall done called me to fifty-four and so I laced the track This lil beat that you hear him bangin? He produced it himself My bad, almost forgot to introduce myself My name is Trick Trick, head of the Goon Sqwad and gangsta Been bangin the underground since ninety-five with bankers Elected to be the villain and certified as a menace Holdin it down since I paroled up outta prison You heard about me, you just didnt know it was me All the treacherous evil deeds of the D? Yeah, that was me Pickin that kid up in the game, I just wasnt chasin the fame I been chasin the paper product and givin lames the pain Those accusations of violence, you know you done heard of that Just a quarter of a million dollars for beatin a murder rap Wonder Boy holdin me up, Shady done put it out Trick Trick and Eminem, Detroit back in the house Wheres my gangstas and all my thugs? Throw them hands up and show some love And uh, welcome to Detroit city I said welcome to Detroit city Every place, everywhere we go Man, we deep everywhere we roll Ask around and they all know Tricky Thats whats good, man, they all say Tricky And yo Em, you ever need one of these weapons, come get it From now on every beef that you get in, homie, Im in it I been ridin for this city, whether wrong or right I been woopin on motherfuckers for the longest time So its evident, its time for Trick to get it fast The public, see, they appreciate my criminal past Authorities tried to stop me but they couldnt keep frontin Got a fan-base thats bigger then an average star Im satisfied with it being my time to shine And I freak from the precinct for violent crimes I aint sayin the shit that Im sayin so girls can feel me Only speakin on what I know so that the world can hear me So peace to Jimmy and Dre for signin my nigga He reached back to Detroit and grabbed the winner So the gangstas and thugs, we embrace with love And beat the hell outta anybody that fuck with us Wheres my gangstas and all my thugs? Throw them hands up and show some love And uh, welcome to Detroit city I said welcome to Detroit city Every place, everywhere we go Man, we deep everywhere we roll Ask around and they all know Tricky Ask whats good, man, they all say Tricky Hahahaha Yeah, Trick Trick Eminem, Wonder boy, Shady Its goin down, baby Ayo Em, I got yo back, my nigga Damn right I said my nigga Thats my nigga Tricky I pull this mothafucka out right here Mothafuckas dont wanna talk out no more Niggas come out with them nines and shit When I come back this mothafucka And crack them bitch one good time Niggas dont wanna talk no more, neutral Hell nah, every time, please believe it The mothafucka said it right there Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha Welcome to Detroit Come back soon Sorry we missed you Trick Trick18Embed

Tonite Lyrics Im givin mad love, Im snugglin hugs Strugglin thugs, smugglin drugs Jugglin jobs, guzzlin jugs So heres a toast to federal checks Hetero sex, unaffordable medical debts We travel in packs, unravelin facts And gravel in cracks to find babblin max, gafflin tracks I grapple an axe for them bafflin acts Of mysterious stab-in-the-backs who dabble in wax Stealin my art when I sculpt it The culprit that stole shitll end up with his skull split Then I buried the hatchet, I carry the fat shit Butter Fingers is here when its necessary to scratch it Baby, all I wanna do is swallow one or two Smoke a little bit and follow one of you Back home when the party ends So tonight Im droppin naughty hints To the finest women in the audience ’Cause we came here to do this tonight We dont wanna fight We dont want no one feelin uptight ’Cause we came here to do this tonight ’Til the morning light Hope that everyones feelin all right ’Cause we came here to do this tonight We dont wanna fight We dont want no one feelin uptight ’Cause we came here to do this tonight ’Til the morning light Hope that everyones feelin all right Ayo, biters are like tarantulas, vandalous Livin as scandalous as a television evangelist But I can handle this, Im the rhyme biter, crime fighter Caped crusader, takin care of undeservin limelighters I think we live an era meant for me Experimentally I found a way to spread the terror mentally When I stumbled upon his resolution By usin a special fusion of chemical solution for this fresh illusion You couldnt see me with binoculars Im armed like an octopus Step on stage and youll get socked and pushed Talkin that junk like you had Black Bart at your back Come to battle me and you get smacked hard as you act When I rep-a-resent it and will have a referee in it Every minute, so when I win it you never resent it Im forever demented Come up with funk, Ill never be scented You got the point when I cleverly sent it ’Cause we came here to do this tonight We dont wanna fight We dont want no one feelin uptight ’Cause we came here to do this tonight ’Til the morning light Hope that everyones feelin all right ’Cause we came here to do this tonight We dont wanna fight We dont want no one feelin uptight ’Cause we came here to do this tonight ’Til the morning light Hope that everyones feelin all right Eminem is headed skyward For those who thought that I would Make you bored and treat you like a piece of plywood Ive got miracle lyrical capability all in me With the agility to escape a killer bee colony So get your cameras and capture how miraculous I rap for all you Draculas And showed you all how wack you was I meant it as a diss ‘Cause you dont posses the pizzazz of this Im hazardous enough already as it is Without you addin fuel to the fire, Im cruel to the liar Who fails to recognize my reign and hail rule to the sire Clinical studies show that Im cynical Theres no one whos identical To my fresh and authentic flow Im sure the party people can agree That Im enchantin rhythm romantically Freakin vocals so frantically So throw your hands up in the atmosphere And let them know the only party that was phat was here ’Cause we came here to do this tonight We dont wanna fight We dont want no one feelin uptight ’Cause we came here to do this tonight ’Til the morning light Hope that everyones feelin all right ’Cause we came here to do this tonight We dont wanna fight We dont want no one feelin uptight ’Cause we came here to do this tonight ’Til the morning light Hope that everyones feelin all right31Embed

Public Service Announcement 2000 Lyrics This is another public service announcement Brought to you, in part, by Slim Shady Tell em I dont give a fuck Slim Shady does not give a fuck what you think Tell em to suck it If you dont like it, you can suck his fucking cock Tell em they kissed my ass Little did you know, upon purchasing this album You have just kissed his ass Tell em Im fed up Slim Shady is fed up with your shit And hes going to kill you Yeah A-anything else? Yeah: Sue me13Embed

Ridaz Lyrics Aw, man, yeah You ever be in the club, man You get in a fight And people that you dont even know jump in? You feel like you wanna hit somethin, your fist clenches, youre pissed You just wanna get someone with shit, jump on this Youre bout to get your shit pushed in, Im just inches away From splittin your shit wide open, no stitches can save Youll die with your eyes open, you hope this isnt the way You end up going out, but I guess it just is, Im afraid Razors, scissors and blades make Jason say, Isnt this great? On-lookers participate in this ass-kicking debate Thats startin to take place in the middle of the street Little did you know thered be an all-out brawl soon as you heard this beat Emergency personnel rush to the murder scene But its too late, its absolute pandemonium, whisked away In an ambulance is your fate, nothing nobody told you When you left the house today couldve made you anticipate Such an ass-whipping, okay, til the anger dissipates Youll get punched in the face, reciprocate, come on! So what the deal, ridaz? Would you excuse me while I feel my nuts? My balls are feeling a mighty big now I might just have to dig down and pull em through my britches I said, so what the deal, ridaz? Would you excuse me while I feel my nuts? My balls are feeling a mighty big now I might just have to dig down and pull em through my britches You step in the place with enough misplaced anger to catch a case Anxious to get in some shit, got your gangstas all with your ladies You better go get your mace cause Shady said so You may wanna pick up the radio and bang it against your face Thats how fuckin rowdy you feel, now do you still wanna grill? If you dont wanna get the shit beat out of you, chill Cause if you doubt me, you will, yeah, got me a pill, found me a thrill I got a couple of drinks here, and Im bound to refill Girl, howdy, how do you feel, ma? This cocksucker did not spill my drink, oh, hell nah He must be trying to kill my buzz I will not budge, so what the deal, ridaz? Now here they all come and they got your back in, like, two seconds flat And thats probably a record, yeah, you wasnt expecting that Cause they want in on the act, theres a Cognac bottle We snuck it in cause the beer that they was serving here was only tap Im bitin, I fight dirty, you might get kicked in the nuts Youre frightened like, This guy might hurt me Youre quite certain hes nuts, Ive hit myself in the face harder Play smarter, you may start her over, you need a chainsaw to Dig your way out or go powder your nose, pussy The louder you yell, the harder I slap the shit outta you hoes You set it off, faggot, so now how do you spose We settle it? Hit me in the nose, well see how it goes So what the deal, ridaz? Would you excuse me while I feel my nuts? My balls are feeling a mighty big now I might just have to dig down and pull em through my britches I said, so what the deal, ridaz? Would you excuse me while I feel my nuts? My balls are feeling a mighty big now I might just have to dig down and pull em through my britches Its sheer hustle, I bob, weave, deflate your beer muscles Were tusslin, the crowds startin to cheer us, and Adrenalines rushin through us just like a geyser gushin Too much Budweiser in my blood, Im stranglin your windpipe for nothin My signatures ligature marks, look at you all Big with your remarks til I swing an icepick at your heart At least thats what it feels like when I pick ya apart And dig at ya, and break you down like the bitch that you are The predicament starts when I throw a brick at your car The pain inflicted upon you is so sick, its bizarre Shit, this is almost ridiculous, addictive as far As havin me wanna rip out your fricking ligaments— arr! You hit like a bitch, you scratch me with your nails for that You catch an open hand slap like a female like bap In fact, Ill have the crowd smackin you themselves Wheres D12? I dont feel like doing this by myself, come on! So, what the deal ridaz? Would you excuse me while I feel my nuts? My balls are feeling a mighty big now I might just have to dig down and pull em through my britches I said, so what the deal, ridaz? Would you excuse me while I feel my nuts? My balls are feeling a mighty big now I might just have to dig down and pull em through my britches Yeah, what the deal? Im feeling hard as hell right now, homie I almost feel Invincible and shit Ayy, Dre You got me feelin like I cant be touched right now, fool, haha! Im unstoppable, damn30Embed

Dr. West Lyrics Morning, Marshall. Morning, doc. So were discharging you today, how are you feeling? Ah, anxious. Anxiety? Well, anxious to get home, anxious to get back into the world. Nervous. Nervous? Cmon, Marshall, youre a big boy now Youre sounding like a bit of a baby, you can do this You found a sponsor yet? Um, not yet. But I mean, when I get back... Well, if you find one, you find one. If you dont, you dont. Well, yeah, I mean I gotta start going to meetings first and... Wait, what? Well, I mean you dont absolutely have to go to meetings I mean its not like... a requirement If they fit into your schedule, I know youre a busy person. Well, yeah, but I thought sobriety was the most important thing? So what else are you thinking? Um, well, I know I gotta start practicing the steps, and I mean, learn em, and start being able to apply em. The steps? Yeah, the steps. Theres a lot of them, arent there? Well, 12, but– Christ, I dont even know them all. Really? Anything else? Um, well, I mean the only other question I have is, like What do I do if I find myself in a situation where Maybe somebody is drinking around me or something like that And I get tempted to— Take a drink. What? Take a drink, and yknow, take the edge off. Take the edge off? Man, if I have a drink I already know what thats gonna lead me to. What, you mean these? shakes pills No, what the fuck?! Marshall, whats the matter, darling? Having some doubts, are we? Marshall, you cant leave me, youll never leave me, Marshall Well always be together, Marshall. Marshall? Marshall!! Oh no, no, no! Come on, man! Oh, fuck you, man! No, no, no, NO! Alarm beeps Oh, shit!16Embed

Jimmy Crack Corn Lyrics Man! Lets go Hey yo, Fif! Yeah? Call em and tell em... Its time to hate us again Were back! Haha! Jimmy can crack corn, but I dont care My enemies crack corn, but I dont care You can be Black, white, or albino, yeah You can have cornrows inside your hair I give a fuck if I dont like your stare This bottle of wine goes upside your head A little bit psycho, but I know that Think you just dont say it and I wont say it See, if you dont brag, then I dont brag I know Im bad as long as I know Im bad I dont need yall to co-sign no shit You can just keep makin them tired old threats A little bit like The Boy Who Cried Wolf, yeah See me, but dont dare to try no shit Cause you know that somewhere inside those layers The rattlesnakes right there to bite your ass And I can be so quiet and strike so fast Like lightning bolts, right out the sky, go bad From out of nowhere, you might just find your career Come to an and Im just like See us on them award shows, were like Can we get more of those, theyre like See us keep blowing up, were like So Jimmys can crack corn, but I dont care See me in the videos, Im like See me right up close, youre like And where is D12 at, theyre like And where the fuck we goin, were like You jealous little fucks beg for my attention, but I done told you once, Im not the kind of attention you want If I tell you twice, then I wont be so nice If you keep coming back, that only means you know you lost the fight They wanna talk shit, let em talk shit, cause they talk shit Knowin deep down, they really just wanna squash it Cause no one wants to walk around, steppin in dog shit And get doo-doo on the shoe again, soon as they washed it But the pride wont let em, insides like Go get em And Im just like Why youre tryin to fight momentum? We just keep winnin, by landslides, oh, and um Shady Limiteds, in any size yo denim To velour, even our clothing lines on fire As 50 would say Our clothing lines on Fiyaa Meanwhile, your minds on us, like mines on Mariah And yall is just like her, youre all fucking liars But Ill just keep fucking you like I fucked her Right in the ass with K-Y, yes, sir! So full of joy, boy, am I absurd? Even Chingy would tell you: That boy dont curr See us on them award shows, were like Can we get more of those, theyre like See us keep blowing up, were like So Jimmys can crack corn, but I dont care See me in the videos, Im like See me right up close, youre like And where is G-Unit at, theyre like And where the fuck we goin, were like Your homie got clapped on, man, I dont care The cops in my nana crib, but Im not there It is what it is, dawg, man, lifes not fair Your friends shouldve known not to front round here Listen, kid, where Im from, the wolves smell fear Theyll strip your ass of your jewels right here Man, Ima say this one time, now get this clear Man, you can catch a hot one like outta nowhere A beautiful day without drama is rare Your girls a freak, man, sometimes we share Yeah, I wear a condom and you go bare You probably heard about me, Im a sho nuff player In the hood politicin, like Im runnin for mayor Ridin, winin, dinin and shinin, know what Im sayin? I aint got time for fuckin around, and horseplayin Im makin hits, my homies takin hits, whos stayin See us on them award shows, were like Can we get more of those, theyre like See us keep blowing up, were like So Jimmys can crack corn, but I dont care See me in the videos, Im like See me right up close, youre like And where is D12 at, theyre like And where the fuck we goin, were like Haha, haha Yeah! Its The Re-Up! Haha God, I love it You know you hate that laugh, dont you? Haha, haha Keep doin it Do it again What? The laugh Oh, haha, haha! I like that Haha, haha, haha, haha Hehehe You dont think theyre gonna think were really crazy, right?16Embed

Psycho Lyrics I can hear your heartbeat, youre scared Yeah, yeah, I can hear your heartbeat, youre scared I can hear your heartbeat, youre scared Yeah, yeah, I can hear your heartbeat, youre scared You see Im a psycho , a sicko Im crazy I say I got my knife pulled Ill kill you if you make me They wanna see me shot up Locked up , then cage me Ill come back bigger Stronger and angry Yeah Look, look, I come from a different crew, you fuck with me, Ill get to you A clip or two, Ill cripple you just cause I aint got shit to do Pistol pop, a pussy drop, drama never ever stop Eenie-meenie-mini-moe, nine, trey pound or forty fo Pick a strap, the Tec, the Mac, the Hawk, I stab it in your back Ill blow your brains, I know your name and where you rest, Ill make a mess The hollow tips will hit your chest, you cough up blood til EMS Come pick you up, you know you fucked when you get on the stretcher Cause I come into ICU to see you off to Heaven The system I done been through, it is nothing new to-to me They lock me up, they let me out, you seen this in the movies The criminals be criminals while they up in corrections They come home, get a nine, then commit crime to perfection Its murder one, they found a gun, now they doing ballistics But they cant find a fingerprint, the shits going terrific Get so close on your target that its really hard to miss it You see Im a psycho , a sicko Im crazy I say I got my knife pulled Ill kill you if you make me They wanna see me shot up Locked up , then cage me Ill come back bigger Stronger and angry Man, these are average raps, Im keeping the savage batch hid In the can of whoop ass with the Shady/Aftermath lid You pop off the top, its like opening vats of acid Beat the Octomom to death with a Cabbage Patch Kid Attack a snatch, yeah, theres something to jack a batch in Impregnated then shoot up the embryo sac with MAC-10s Triplets, quadruplets and a couple of back-to-back twins Dead fetus is falling out all over, Jack is back again The Rippers at your service, girl, I can see that youre nervous But I barely scratched the surface like my last batch of girlfriends That I buried in my fucking backyard, still trying to dig their way out I foam like an attack dog, how late you wanna stay out? Its past your curfew when its dark, Im searching for you in the park Shady murdered him another virgin, he just hit his mark He met his quota for the month, they found Dakota all rolled up Inside a bag, he probably dragged the body for about a block Disappeared without a trace, no DNA, no, not a drop Cause me and Dre and 50, we will never get caught by the cops CSI, they hate us, but they gotta give a lot of props If drama pops, grab the butcher knife from off the counter tops You see Im a psycho , a sicko Im crazy I said I got my knife pulled Ill kill you if you make me They wanna see me shot up Locked up , then cage me Ill come back bigger Stronger and angry Yeah, Im as ill as can be My appeal is to serial killers what a pill is to me Killing so villainously Still as maniacal on the NyQuil and psycho as Michael Myers You know what were like on the motherfucking mic, so try us And youre gonna find out what the fuck were like with pliers Its operation time, they got him hooked up to wires Squeezing, be bleeding, wheezing, breathing, he half dead He must aint know, but now we know how Shady the Math is Even murderous tactics get better with practice Lead showers, gun powder, feel the talons burn-burn School of arts, Julliard, you better learn-learn Chris Reeves in his grave, yeah, homie, turn-turn Im debating mutilating the lady Youve been waiting for Shady and Fif, aint no duplicating it, baby Theres a baby in the dryer, theres a torso in the washer I think it might even belong to Portia when I tossed her Arms and legs in the garbage, cause the rest of her - I lost her Her head is in the disposal with Jessicas, I squashed her And put her through the wringer and hung her over the wash tub When Im through with Ricky itll be blood that hell cough up The hard rock Ill soft up, get caught up and get washed up In Detroit or Norfolk, witness this shit up nauseous Look deep in my eye, see many-many men die I swing gem stars faster than a Samurai You see Im a psycho , a sicko Im crazy I say I got my knife pulled Ill kill you if you make me They wanna see me shot up Locked up , then cage me Ill come back bigger Stronger and angry 22Embed

The Apple Lyrics Im a little nutty and I know it but if you go back and take a look at my history You will see that I am not the only one whos off his rocker, there were many before me I was always labeled the black sheep of the family, what a bad seed Id grow to be But if you take a look at us now, youll see the apple didnt fall too far from the tree Haha! Haha, haha, haha! Alright look Ima tell you the story from my side Maybe youll understand, check it out You done witnessed unexplainable shit Too insane to explain, people run from what they just dont get Maybe Shady should have just hit em with a little bit Did I spit too soon? Should I have spoon fed em it? But I was just so eager to prove I was even worth bein in the same league or the room Of the people of whom I was in Every now and then, I look up like I was seekin approval Was it because of the pigment of my skin? Or was it a figment of my imagination? Maybe it bothered me more than it did them Maybe it wasnt a big deal back then But to me it was, see what it was Was I had developed a complex from being judged Proof spit his verse, now Im next, lets see who balks Im in the booth starin back to see whose mugs I get a reaction from, usually the first thumb Was from Proof and the rest of the crew backed him up And no one lied to each other cause none of us had deals It was real, we just wanted tickets for that meal Sometimes, I feel like its just me Sometimes, I feel like Im goin crazy But take a look at my family Cause the apple dont fall too far from the tree I said sometimes, I feel like its just me Sometimes, I feel like Im goin crazy But take a look at my family Cause the apple dont fall too far from the tree Ever since my mother was pregnant with a second egg Cause she said that I had a baby sister Who fell out of the window, I was too young to remember Kansas City projects, I was like five/six And how come, I remember Malcolm, Isaac, and Boogy If it was the projects in Missouri? Cause those were my best friends until Isaac Took my tricycle and my Uncle Todd went to try to go get it back And ended up gettin jumped and cut in the gut With a switch and seventy-some stitches Which is, to this day, why my mother still tries to show me some old fake picture Of a fictitious little sister who never existed And this is why a part of my lifes so twisted But I can never be as sick as that bitch is And by the way, that pictures one of my relatives Sometimes, I feel like its just me Sometimes, I feel like Im goin crazy But take a look at my family Cause the apple dont fall too far from the tree I said sometimes, I feel like its just me Sometimes, I feel like Im goin crazy But take a look at my family Cause the apple dont fall too far from the tree You probably have to peel back layers upon layers of pain To see why everything I say is so insane Whats different about my brain That separates me from other players in this game? On the surface, it may seem like a scheme Or some sort of scam for me to get some damn sympathy But thats the last thing I need Is for people to walk around feelin sorry for me And I am not a G, never claimed to be I gave my vest to Ca$his, lets hope he dont need it more than me But well see, cause we aint lookin for beef But if it comes our way, what do we turn the other cheek? Come on Sometimes, I feel like its just me Sometimes, I feel like Im goin crazy But take a look at my family Cause the apple dont fall too far from the tree I said sometimes, I feel like its just me Sometimes, I feel like Im goin crazy But take a look at my family Cause the apple dont fall too far from the tree Yeah, and Im the crazy one right? Whatever, then let me be the crazy one! Balalalalalalalalalala Cuckoo, cuckoo, tweet15Embed

Remind Me Lyrics Yeah Damn, girl Do I drive you crazy? You make me crazy, too You make me do things I normally wouldnt do You make me feel things That I never felt You gotta be the real thing ’Cause you remind me of myself24Embed

Throw That Lyrics Right about now Youre about to be possessed By the sounds of Slaughterhouse She strips to get tips Those lips and those childbearing hips Ill throw this—Ill throw this dick on you, girl Ill throw this—Ill throw this dick on you, girl Gonna make you feel me if I gotta shake this building till I make you spill drinks Girl, this whole building is probably filled with lil ding-a-lings But not me, Ill—Ill throw this dick on you, girl Ill throw this—Ill throw this dick on you, girl They call me, Nickle Nina, a.k.a. A.k.a. , a player gotta keep a condom on cause we play safe, aye Then Im taking the condom off cause I skeet they face Then I turn off Jodeci cause they say, “Baby, wont you just stay? but you can’t stay—aye! It aint trickin if you gettin it, if you aint got that, you aint ballin’—you mad They call me, botox, up in Hermès cause I help them get rid of all those bags I throw this brick on you, girl Then I drink up, whats your number? I’mma throw this dick on you, girl She’s got it—oh, she got all the homies In here, excited, oh, I dont really know How to describe it Yeah, yeah, cause the strippers love me and I love them too My bitch be like, What am I gon do witchu? All I know is that I got a thing for her She strips to get tips Those lips and those childbearing hips Ill throw this—Ill throw this dick on you, girl Ill throw this—Ill throw this dick on you, girl Gonna make you feel me if I gotta shake this building till I make you spill drinks Girl, this whole building is probably filled with lil ding-a-lings But not me, Ill—Ill throw this dick on you, girl Ill throw this—Ill throw this dick on you, girl I’m Crooked I, a.k.a., Fuck-Your-Girl up-up in the sky, when it come down, say— These strippers are sprung, my middle initial is R, for Richard And my nicknames right on the tip of her tongue, the side of her mouth is drippin with—egg Uh, I’m drunk right now, stumped right now; tryna figure out how To get four chicks to sit on one chair—oh, yeah—turn the chair upside down I throw this grip on you, girl Talking that handcuff you aint never coming home, man, finna trip on you, girl She’s got it—oh, she got all the homies In here, excited, oh, I dont really know How to describe it Baby, you got some incredible skills I want brain, you want shoes—true loves always head over heels Cause she strips to get tips Those lips and those childbearing hips Ill throw this—Ill throw this dick on you, girl Ill throw this—Ill throw this dick on you, girl Gonna make you feel me if I gotta shake this building till I make you spill drinks Girl, this whole building is probably filled with lil ding-a-lings But not me, Ill—Ill throw this dick on you, girl Ill throw this—Ill throw this dick on you, girl I said, Yo, yo— You got me on a string, Im dangling like a yo-yo You string me along and leave me hangin, and thats a no-no In my world, cause Ill—Ill throw this dick on you girl. Look——they call me, Joe Butt-In, I be around when them hoes strut in This relationship is 50/50—if you meet me halfway, I get the whole nut in Cause I’m in town—just one day, now, spin round—get your face out the way And just when she want an encore, I’m gone, Ma, sorry that I couldn’t stay—aye And they call me, O-E-double-L Ortiz, a.k.a., Yaowa A.k.a.—nah, nothing, I just got an AK in my jeans, can I spray your flower? I aint really trying to sit with you, girl When you finish that spit, lets split, wheres your wrist, let me throw this grip on you, girl, girl She’s got it—oh, she got all the homies In here, excited, oh, I dont really know How to describe it Before this night is a blur Here’s my offer—that shit you did, do that with her Then both you girls—report right here Cause she strips to get tips Those lips and those childbearing hips Ill throw this—Ill throw this dick on you, girl Ill throw this—Ill throw this dick on you, girl Gonna make you feel me if I gotta shake this building till I make you spill drinks Girl, this whole building is probably filled with lil ding-a-lings But not me, Ill—Ill throw this dick on you, girl Ill throw this—Ill throw this dick on you, girl 12Embed

Hennessey Lyrics Hahah! Yeah nigga fuck that gin & juice Just Pour a nigga a glass Hennessey, that dark shit Thats right Ay pour me some of that too baby They wanna knows my role model, its in a brown bottle Hennessy They wanna knows my role model, its in a brown bottle Hennessy Hahaha, yall niggas cant fuck with this ol thug shit Hennessy Big ballin ass nigga named Pac Now I was born in the gutter facin life or death I was a thug ever since my mama gave me breath These motherfuckers wanna see me die, so who am I To try to warn em, I buck and bomb em, them niggas fry Hey, remember me? Down that Hennessy The nigga you dont wanna see, let me proceed My definition of some thug shit, yall dont hear me Now that its poppin aint no love bitch I maintain in the game in the gutters where I still kick it Im trying to hustle up a meal ticket Im still wicked in my ways, a hustler til my dying days Aint nuttin wrong with gettin paid, so nigga blaze Cause we some motherfuckin fools Walkin through the streets wearing jewels, breakin niggas makin moves Even the cops cant stop us, my enemies flip When they see me drink a fifth of that Hennessy They wanna knows my role model, its in a brown bottle Hennessy They wanna knows my role model, its in a brown bottle Hennessy Hahaha, yall niggas cant fuck with this ol thug shit Hennessy Big ballin ass nigga named Trice Now I was born in Detroit on the side thats West Troubled child comin up I had to ride I guess Tried to apply myself, them niggas was ballin My mama couldnt tell me shit, the streets was callin I was often involved with niggas breakin the law I look back, Pac nigga, we was bankin off raw P-Funk got it pumpin, he had the connects Threw the sack to his lil niggas workin the set And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that Dont come around hurr on that floss shit Detroit niggas off shit Thats right And this your road days, All Eyez on Me We was looney I suppose, you could O. Trice always rep his block Pass the Henn and that ice Im on a track with Pac nigga They wanna knows my role model, its in a brown bottle Hennessy They wanna knows my role model, its in a brown bottle Hennessy Hahaha, yall niggas cant fuck with this ol thug shit Hennessy Yeah, ay Pac, Pac, nigga Detroit love you boy You put it down out here, I mean, yknow Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always 2Pacalypse Now til infinity boy, forever Shady Records, Afeni Shakur, whattup? Yeah Obie Trice, pour out a lil liquor nigga17Embed

Godzilla Lyrics This beats incredible Me and Eminem beats are identical twins, were like inseparable I sing, I rap, they’re side by side just like my testicles Im gonna fuck this beat like my girl, its gonna sound sexual Listen close if youre skeptical Im bout to mop it up Toes painted while Im robbin ya Daxnos repping H and M They all humbly miss if they Hollister Twist words like Im Oliver See my future something like philosophers Niggas runnin just like Forrest I went the extra mile, they went kilometers Im bout to eradicate it If they spoke on my name, it was fabricated Every move that I made has been calculated If you hating, then you get decapitated Are you captivated? I was born for this, why are you aggravated? I got drip, its so hot it evaporated I got drive, you in park, I can validate it Cut this beat up, Im bout to examinate it No exaggeration, this no problem, hakuna matata Niggas be lyin, I might call you Simba and give you a scar and say, Hasta mañana I finish beats like a period, don’t take no breaks, if I do its to count up my commas Im hot like a sauna Im spitting, my nigga, I feel like a llama Im bombing on beats, man, I feel like Osama Im taking precedence, trumping the game, blacking out on the country, I feel like Obama You rap for a chapter, I rap for a saga Im milking this beat like the tits on our mamas This beat is home, its mi casa, su casa Im changing my flows like the skins on iguanas My dick is big, when I grabbed it and showed her, she looked up to Heaven and screamed Anaconda! If you chitchat, you will get gang banged just like a double cheese and a McChicken when mismatched, then toe tagged like tic tac My flow is nice, say its not, we know thats big cap Its Dax, you know that Ima get big racks Click-clack 2020, Ima make impact In fact, Ima drop hits every time I roll out Just did a show in my city and sucked on some titties, I had that bitch sold out Watch how I dunk on the beat like I been in the league, aint nobody got more bounce People will do anything for the fame, everything is a game, they want more clout Who came up with the word clout though? Yeah This shit is a warm up, dawg The labels been calling, Im working I really dont mean to ignore em Im exploring, dawg Sleeping on me, people snoring Just start touring free, man, like my first name is Morgan Bars illegal like a downloaded torrent So fly like Im out in the orbit White flag when I rap, people forfeit Straight bars, bitch, I dont need a chorus Of course they gon hate and ignore it Terabytes in my brain, I got storage Seven-figure nigga, bitch, Im important Left hand, if I shoot it, I score it You a baby that they shouldve aborted Fuck hate, if they throw it, I absorb it Cocaine flow, it sounds like I snorted Rapping to infinity Its clear that Im the hardest and baddest in the vicinity I never been gimmicky, never been fidgety Hottest, you can check the humidity In it to win it More talented than niggas ahead of me Killer delivery, lyrical symmetry Everything I spit is godly like Im rapping in ministry Im about to get a felony wit this type of energy Yo, I cant rap fast? What fuck is you telling me? Niggas sniffing methamphetamine You niggas is d-d-d-d-d-dead to me You cannot knock me off, this is d-d-d-d-d-destiny Especially how Ive done it and killed it all independently They hated but could never assassinate my identity Im g-g-g-genetically gifted I k-k-k-kill everything I touch, its ridiculous Fuck opinions, who gon stop me, bitch? Im going the distance Im gonna finish, gonna win it 2020, Im blowing, Im gon get it This shit incredible If you dont show respect, I know you aint no intellectual What goes around comes around, this shit perpetual Im sick, I might need medical Im bending words like Beckham My bars be so damn flexible Get green just like a vegetable My shit be so precise when Im rapping, Im using decimals Mixing it like some chemicals Im freestyling but might do this whole beat cause Im extendable Do not try this at home, kids, its only for us professionals, yeah Haha Its Dax Hey, if you try to hate on this, go ahead and lick your hand And slap yourself1Embed

I Remember Lyrics Your mother.. you fuckin faggot Ayo, this next song is dedicated to the memory of Erik Shrody Rest in peace, we aint forget about you, you fuckin homo, we still remember There once was a man who liked to jump around But he got too old to jump up and down So he put the mic down and picked the guitar up Started singin the blues like there was no tomorrow Left his boys in the House of Pain It was the wisest decision he ever made But the dumbest thing he could ever do Was try to buck a .380 on those that act shady Tell me now what you gonna do Cause I remember all those years, how it was when you were here I remember how it was, how it was when you were young Yesterday was so long ago, Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit came along now Dont nobody wanna hear your old ass sing no more I remember back when you had the Knack And I remember when you had your first heart attack I was right there laughin when I heard the news I just wish the cardiac woulda murdered you Maybe Ice-Ts right, you are a bitch You come around when youre broke and you leave when youre rich But the dumbest thing you could ever do Was try to buck a 380 on those that act shady Tell me now what you gonna do Cause I remember all those years, how it was when you were here I remember how it was, how it was when you were young Yesterday was so long ago, Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit came along now Dont nobody wanna hear your old ass sing no more Remember back in 94, like right before Ms. Everlast was Whitey Ford Before his heart attack had him on life support When House of Pain was outta fame like someone doused the flame And they became destined to never jump around again Or even further back, when I first had heard The Knack And you were down with Syndicate, I went to get your shit, man I was into it But then you went and took your style and switched the shit Now you sound ridiculous, you dickless piece of shit How could you diss me, bitch? I liked you, thought you was alright for a white dude Remember Sway and Tech when I came up and sat beside you Started rhymin, then you left the room and didnt say goodbye or nothin? Like you mad that someone else was white and tried to rhyme or somethin Im sorry man, I wasnt tryin to steal your light or nothin But youre a homosexual, white rappin Irish Man I wish I was Irish, I could be a Muslim too Then Id be confused as you, and I wouldnt know what to do Whats up with you? I never fucked with you, why would you fuck with me? Knowin I could rap circles around you, what, are you as nuts as me? Plus I can sing better than you and I dont fuckin sing And probably play guitar better, and I aint never touched a string But I aint mad at you, Id hate me too if I was you Im what you used to be, shit you was me in 92 So everytime I write a lyric, Imma think of you And maybe that will help me know what its like to sing the blues Cause I remember all those years, how it was when you were here I remember how it was, how it was when you were young Yesterday was so long ago, Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit came along now Dont nobody wanna hear your old ass sing no more You fuckin punk pussy, you fuckin faggot, sissy fuck And by the way, a .380s a fuckin sissy gun If youre gonna shoot somebody use a fuckin real gun, you little bitch Next time say my fuckin name in a song, dont be subliminal about it You wanna fuckin diss me, diss me you fuckin faggot You fuckin punk pussy, you fuckin little bitch, fuckin cunt11Embed

Cocaine Lyrics Yeah Ooh... This game is like cocaine I want this more than anything in the world Haha... So do I... At least I thought I did Got to have it, yeah I need it, Im addicted, yeah Im fading This is a beat with no words at first, it’s a blank painting Exercising the mind, it’s brain strength training It starts off something like, Shadys an insane maniac Yeah, Slim Shady, thats a zany name, aint it? Now all you needs an image to go with the name, baby Wifebeaters and white t-shirts, Hanes mainly Its a long shot, but is it possible? Theres a lane, maybe If not hes gon have to come and change the whole game, aint he? He wants the fame so bad he can taste it, he can see his name up in lights Women screaming his fucking name, fainting Shady did it, he sold out the whole dang stadium Joe Shmoe made it, he took his Plain Jane lady And his baby Hailie out the trailer but he aint trailing anymore Hes ahead of the race while maintaining his innocence Little does he know his train is derailing And hes about to be raped by this game anally, now What would you do for a little bit? What would you give for a little bit of that c-o-c-a-i-n-e? I got to have it, yeah I made it, Im addicted, yeah Im fading You’re operating on all cylinders, syllables spit like dillingers Spilling your guts, people are feeling your mic skills But these haters are ice grilling ya Willing to sacrifice anything for the life that they might steal from ya Fake friends will kill for ya, die for ya but you can’t decipher Why for the life of ya, it wasn’t like this when you were cyphering Argue with your wife again, she found Vicodin In your pants last night again, your disputes public Nothing is private anymore, oh, and your best friend? Say bye-bye to him, what kind of apple you take a bite of, Slim? Fuck no! The way that it turned out was nothin like the picture that I painted In my head, sometimes a dream and making its more fun Than its to actually make it, the game stripped me naked It robbed me of ever having another real relationship With another girl, this world is a fucking trip As I slip in another world, proceed, take another hit Sniff til I fucking hurl, tell em all to fucking sit And spin til they fucking twirl, middle finger up again Relapsing back in this game, oh well, fuck it then, now What would you do for a little bit? What would you give for a little bit of that c-o-c-a-i-n-e? I got to have it, yeah I made it, Im addicted, yeah Im fading You start off bright, just to see your name in lights Just so you can live the life You take a bite and lose your sight, they call this You think youre good, just cause you got out the hood Concerned only with getting dough, no longer poor But lost your soul, they call it I hear it callin, my name is callin Why you struggling when you could be ballin? My head is saying yes but my feet is stallin So many walkin by the end they fallin But I got to have it, like Eve and the apple She had to grab it, I got to take it, I got to make it Thats the plan and I cant forsake it, yee-yeah What would you do for a little bit? What would you give for a little bit of that c-o-c-a-i-n-e? I got to have it, yeah I made it, Im addicted, yeah Im fading Guess I cant leave it So Im ? Oh well... 26Embed

Listen To Your Heart Lyrics I know theres something in the wake of your smile I get a notion from the look in your eyes, yeah Weve built a love but that love falls apart A little piece of heaven turns to dark Listen to your heart Theres a certain mystique when I speak That you notice that its sorta unique Cause you know its me, my poetrys deep And Im still matic the way I flow to this beat You cant sit still, its like tryin to smoke crack And go to sleep, Im strapped Just knowing any minute I could snap Im the equivalent of what would happen if Bush rapped I bully these rappers so bad lyrically It aint even funny, I aint even hungry It aint even money, you cant pay me enough For you to play me, its cockamamie You just aint zany enough to rock with Shady My noodle is cockadoodle, my clocks cuckoo I got screws loose, yeah, the whole kitten-kaboodle Im just brutal. Its no rumor, Im numero uno, assume it Theres no humor in it no more, you know Im rollin with a swollen bowling ball in my bag You need a fag to come and tear a new hole in my ass I know theres something in the wake of your smile I get a notion from the look in your eyes, yeah Weve built a love but that love falls apart A little piece of heaven turns to dark Listen to your heart Im supposed to be the soldier who never blows his composure Even though I hold the weight of the whole world on my shoulders I aint never supposed to show it, my crew aint supposed to know it Even if it means goin toe to toe with a Benzino it dont matter Id never drag them in battles that I can handle unless I absolutely have to Im supposed to set an example I need to be the leader, my crew looks for me to guide em If some shit ever does pop off, Im supposed to be beside em That Ja shit I tried to squash it, it was too late to stop it There’s a certain line you just dont cross and he crossed it I heard him say Hailies name on a song and I just lost it It was crazy, this went way beyond some Jay-Z and Nas shit And even though the battle was won, I feel like we lost it I spent too much energy on it, honestly Im exhausted And Im so caught in it, I almost feel Im the one who caused it This aint what Im in hip-hop for, its not why I got in it I know theres something in the wake of your smile I get a notion from the look in your eyes, yeah Weve built a love but that love falls apart A little piece of heaven turns to dark Listen to your heart Im the man in my city aint nobody wit me You can ask the real niggas and all the bad bitches Im a known drug dealer I always have 50s And the thugs and the killers was all in class wit me SSS on 26s watching some television Shorty Im never slipping got the berretta in vision And ready to pop the clip in, ready to get to tripping Ready to show these folks a celebrity pistol whipping Pimp stolen the automobile and the roof for the tag missing Polices try to pursue me its nothing but gas given Addicted to fast living, guess Im one of my dads children Think Im bad now, shoulda seen me before I had children Give dick to ya daddys daughter and dare her to have children? Hope he got some insurance cause death her is enduring? Kill her in Mississippi and drive her to Missouri Still my wet paint drippin while Im woodgrain gripping I know theres something in the wake of your smile I get a notion from the look in your eyes, yeah Weve built a love but that love falls apart A little piece of heaven turns to dark Listen to your heart There used to be a time when you could just say a rhyme And wouldnt have to worry about one of your people dyin But now its elevated cause once you put someones kids in it The shit gets escalated, it aint just words no more is it? Its a different ball game, you call names and you aint just rappin We actually tried to stop the 50 and Ja beef from happenin Me and Dre had sat with him, kicked it and had a chat with him And asked him not to start it, he wasnt gonna go after him Until Ja started yappin in magazines how we stabbed him Fuck it 50 smash em, mash on em, let him have it Meanwhile, my attention is pullin in other directions Some receptionist at The Source who answers phones at his desk Has an erection for me and thinks that Ill be his resurrection Tries to blow the dust off his mic and make a new record But now hes fucked the game up cause one of the ways I came up Was through that publication the same one that made me famous I know theres something in the wake of your smile I get a notion from the look in your eyes, yeah Weve built a love but that love falls apart A little piece of heaven turns to dark Listen to your heart6Embed

Eminem Speaks Lyrics I think once I took my first Vicodin, it was just like, this feeling of, Ahh You know, like everything was not only mellow, but didnt feel any pain It just didnt–, it just kind of numbed things I dont know at what point exactly it started to be a problem I just remember likin it more and more People tried to tell me that I had a problem I would say, Get that fuckin person out of here, I cant believe they said that shit to me, they know nothin about my fuckin life, are they out of their fuckin mind? Im not out there shootin heroin, Im not out there fuckin, you know, puttin coke up my nosе, Im not smokin crack Youre struggling with the argument of Do you havе a problem, or do you not have a problem? Can you control it, or can you not? And I literally thought I could control it Youre taking things that people are giving you that, you dont even know what the fuck they are They look like a pill, and they look– theyre shaped like something that you take, so you take it, you know? Xanax, Valium, tomato-tomato You know what I mean? Its th-the same thing, its all in the same family, fuck it, take it Had I had got to the hospital about two hours later, I wouldve died My organs were shutting down, my liver, kidneys, everything They were gonna have to put me on dialysis, they didnt think I was gonna make it My bottom was gonna be death, within a month, I had relapsed And shot right back up to the same amount of pills that I was taking I remember just walking around my house and thinking every single day, like, Im gonna fucking die, like, Im-Im looking at my kids, and I need to be here for this Coming off of everything, I literally was up twenty-four hours a day for three weeks straight And I mean not sleeping, not even nodding off for a fucking minute Like, I was literally just up, like, looking at the TV I had to regain motor skills, I had to regain talking skills Its been a-a learning process, like, its been, Im growing I just couldnt believe that anybody could ever be naturally happy, or naturally function, or be just enjoying life in general, without being on something So, I would say that t-to anybody that i-it does get better, you know? It just–, it does20Embed

Jimmy, Brian and Mike Lyrics Yeah, woo, yeah Fetch me a beer, man The fuckin Red Wings are playin Ayy, the fuckin Red Wings are playin, man, fuck Shut up, man, youre gonna fuckin make me miss the game It goes, one, two, three, four Rush room, C4 Need more bleach, breathe more Reach for ether, either or Markers, paint, inhale, faint Yeah, heh, heh, smells great, heh Acid , you dont got that? Just melt plastic Thats it, now let it smoke and smell that shit I cant see shit, youre foggin up the room Gimme that shit, bitch, youre hoggin the balloon I might just suck nitrous all night long If I just die, Mike, just call my mom Greg can drink a whole keg through a funnel Put his foot through it and crawl in it like a tunnel From the 313 to the 810 Hey, Brian, you aint coverin the rush hole Youre not doin it right, pay attention Who the fuck taught you to smoke? Bill Clinton? Come on, inhale, puff, pass, puff, pass Okay, thats enough, damn Tom, thats my moms lamp Goddamn, dude, fuckin calm down Look at you guys, youre makin a mess, wheres Jason? Dude, Im in the basement with Jeff He just dropped a bunch of weights on his chest Help me get em off, wait, youre breakin his neck You grab that end, dick, Ill grab this end I told him not to lift when he sniffs, he dont listen Get me drunk, let me go and get me high tonight Jimmy, dont, Jimmy dont let me die tonight Get me home, Jimmy, dont let me drive tonight I just wanna get blown with Brian and Mike Get me drunk, let me go and get me high tonight Jimmy, dont, Jimmy dont let me die tonight Get me home, Jimmy, dont let me drive tonight I just wanna get blown with Brian and Mike Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky, and Mike Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky, and Mike Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky, and Mike Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky, and Mike I spilled beer on the carpet, the walls are drunk, you asshole I aint leanin on em, Im holdin em up Shit, tonight, man, I aint holdin em up Im openin up shop to the cops and closin it shut Nineteen shots might seem like a lot, but its not I aint even buzzin, man, I swear to God Tom, stop, youre gonna scare the dog Hes gonna bark and Mr. Johnsons gonna come downstairs, and, ugh Hey, I want some peace and quiet here Or Ima send the goddamn police in riot gear Shut up, Mr. Johnson, dont even start Go have another fuckin heart attack, you old fart I hate that guy, Brian, thats the hamper Whats the matter, you cant go to the damn bathroom? Sorry, I had to shit, dude, wheres the tissue? I dont know, just use this XXL issue Look at this house, who put this couch crooked? Ow, stupid, you just stepped on my foot, now look it It looks like I just stepped in a mud puddle You fuckin dick , shut up, butthole You prolly did it on purpose, you fuckin drunk bastard Here, take your keys, go cruisin up Gratiot I hate you guys, you aint my friends Look what you just did to my moms eight-by-tens Now shes gonna blame me, I hope youre happy now Partys over, everybody get your asses out Out, I said out Put that beer down, out Get me drunk, let me go and get me high tonight Jimmy, dont, Jimmy dont let me die tonight Get me home, Jimmy, dont let me drive tonight I just wanna get blown with Brian and Mike Get me drunk, let me go and get me high tonight Jimmy, dont, Jimmy dont let me die tonight Get me home, Jimmy, dont let me drive tonight I just wanna get blown with Brian and Mike Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky and Mike Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky and Mike Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky and Mike Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky and Mike17Embed

Alfred Lyrics This concludes our danse macabre Portions of the proceeding were recorded As for the rest of it, Im very much afraid it was all in your mind I dont intend to indulge in any post-mortem If you havent been murdered, I can only say Better luck next time If you have been, goodnight wherever you are17Embed

Ricky Ticky Toc Lyrics Once you call my name out, things will never be the same They shouldve never let us get our foot in this game Ever since I was introduced to rap music I been missing a screw like Bishop in Juice, I could lose it At any moment, those who know me know it So they probably told to go with the flow just so that I dont explode, and- have another episode Where I let it go as far as the one with Benzino did Im waiting for that next beef, Im cocked, locked and loaded Im ready to go so bad Im going bananas, my dicks so hard Anna Nicole could use it to fucking pole vault with Oh shit! I mean when she was still bloated Before they cut her stomach open and lypod it Anybody I throw flames at gets a name Its a game, cause they know that they dont spit the same Its a shame what people do for 10 minutes of fame Every day its the same thing, people in this game Try to buddy-buddy us Just to get close enough to study us, everybody just wants To have something to do with that They all trying to get that stamp, they after that Shady/Aftermath money Its like a monopoly They probably just now finally understand How to Rob fully 50 Cent was like a fucking jackpot for me And Dre, its like we hit the fucking lottery And the damn slot machine at the same time as each other Why the fuck you think we ride like we brothers? When we rhyme with each other, in time we discovered That we had more in common than we thought with each other Both robbed of our mothers, our fathers aint want us What was wrong with us, was it our fault? Cause we started thinking God doesnt love us Two odd motherfuckers who just happened to meet at the right time What a coincidence, cause when 50 got shot up in Jamaica Queens, I still remember the call up at Chung King cause Big L had just got popped just a month before If 50 lives hes getting dropped from Columbia Two years later, me and Doc had to come, and, uhh- Operate, thats when he popped up at number one And we aint never gonna stop if you wondering Even if Im under the gun You aint got to agree all the time with me or see eye-to-eye Therell always be animosity between you and I But see the difference is, if it is, I could give a shit Im still gonna conduct motherfucking business as usual Egos aside fore I bruise em all Swallow your pride fore I step on it with shoes you call Nikes, Earthlings, how do you like these? You gotta love em, look at the bottom of em, theyre like cleats Stomping, I been romping Since Tim Dog was hollering Fuck Compton I was whiling, freestyling Back when they were still making Maxell cassettes I wasnt even raps Elvis yet, that tells us that Any doubts in your head, that seals the shit Ricky ticky toc, ticky ticky toc Still with the Diggy Diggy Doc, Diggy Diggy Doc And ya dont stop31Embed

Bad Influence Lyrics People say that Im a bad influence I say the worlds already fucked, Im just addin to it They say Im suicidal, teenagers newest idol Cmon, do as I do, go ahead, get mad and do it! People say that Im a bad influence I say the worlds already fucked, Im just addin to it They say Im suicidal, teenagers newest idol Cmon, do as I do, go ahead, get mad and do it! Hand me an eighth, beam me up and land me in space Ima sit on top of the world , and shit on Brandy and Mase Im more than ill, scarier than a white journalist In a room with Lauryn Hill, human horror film But with a lot funnier plot, and peoplell feel me Cause Ima still be The Mad Rapper whether I got money or not As long as Im on pills and I got plenty of pot Ill be in a canoe paddling, making fun of your yacht But I would like an award for the best rapper to get One mic in The Source and a wardrobe I can afford Otherwise I might just end up back strikin at Ford And you wonder what the fuck I need more Vicodin for? Everybodys pissin me off: even the No Limit Tank Looks like a middle finger sideways flippin me off No shit, Im a grave danger to my health Why else would I kill you then jump in a grave and bury myself? People say that Im a bad influence I say the worlds already fucked, Im just addin to it They say Im suicidal, teenagers newest idol Cmon, do as I do, go ahead, get mad and do it! People say that Im a bad influence I say the worlds already fucked, Im just addin to it They say Im suicidal, teenagers newest idol Cmon, do as I do, go ahead, get mad and do it! Im the illest rapper to hold the cordless, patrollin corners Lookin for hookers to punch in the mouth with a roll of quarters Im meaner in action than Roscoe beatin James Todd Senior Across the back with vacuum cleaner attachments I grew up in a wild hood as a hazardous youth With a fucked up childhood that I used as an excuse And aint shit changed, I kept the same mindstate Since the third time that I failed ninth grade You probably think that Im a negative person, dont be so sure of it I dont promote violence, I just encourage it I laugh at the sight of death, as I fall down a cement flight of steps And land inside a bed of spider webs So throw caution to the wind, you and a friend Can jump off of a bridge, and if you live, do it again Shit, why not? Blow your brain out, Im blowin mine out Fuck it, you only live once, you might as well die now People say that Im a bad influence I say the worlds already fucked, Im just addin to it They say Im suicidal, teenagers newest idol Cmon, do as I do, go ahead, get mad and do it! People say that Im a bad influence I say the worlds already fucked, Im just addin to it They say Im suicidal, teenagers newest idol Cmon, do as I do, go ahead, get mad and do it! My laser discll make you take a razor to your wrist Make you satanistic, make you take the pistol to your face And place the clip and cock it back And let it go until your brains are rippin out your skull So bad to sew you back would be a waste of stitches Im not a role model, I dont wanna babysit kids I got one little girl, and Hailie Jade is Shadys business And Shadys just an alias I made to make you pissed off Where the fuck were you when Gilberts paid to make me dishwash? I make a couple statements and now look how crazy shit got You made me get a bigger attitude than eighty Kim Scotts And she almost got the same fate that Gradys bitch got I knew that Just the Two of Us would make you hate me this much And Just the Two of Us, that aint got shit to do with us And our personal life, its just words on a mic So you can call me a punk, a pervert or a chauvinist pig But the funny shit is that I still go with the bitch! People say that Im a bad influence I say the worlds already fucked, Im just addin to it They say Im suicidal, teenagers newest idol Cmon, do as I do, go ahead, get mad and do it! People say that Im a bad influence I say the worlds already fucked, Im just addin to it They say Im suicidal, teenagers newest idol Cmon, do as I do, go ahead, get mad and do it! 17Embed

Stepdad Lyrics Get up Dad, what? Whatd I fuckin tell you about turnin off the lights? Dont fuckin lie to me, I told you fuckin dont touch, turn the fuckin lights off Dont you fuckin lie, you little fucker Dont you fuckin lie to me 13Embed

Rap Name Lyrics Obie Trice, real name, no gimmicks Rap? I been in it ever since I was invented Thats cause a nigga live it My records wield digits in history, nigga, you be the witness I got the white boys mad at me Cause Em signed another black boy, like he nigga-happy Caucasians, Marshall knows talent Obie Trice a riot, thats why hes hired I hit your raves, balloons and Es And bang all your European Pamela Lees Fucking ay, or how we say it round my way Fo sho, Trice gon blow Then Im off to them shows, Im off across the globe Til my accounts all swole for young Kobie Pick things, act like you know me Not a soul can hold me, Im here Thats why I aint got no rap name The names Obie Trice They see me on the streets, they be like, Yo, he nice! So I came to the game, real name, no gimmicks Rap, I live it, thats why I aint got no rap name The names Obie Trice They see me on the streets, they be like, Yo, he nice! So I came to the game, real name, no gimmicks Rap, I live it, thats why I aint got no rap name The names Obie Trice It didnt take much – one hot single Smiles and handshakes my man The industry greeted me with open arms With no type of flak cause O. Trice got that Fugaze yall rap, who gave yall dat New wave of mu-zack that youre all loving? Got your broads on my balls huggin Even my next-of-kins famous Please believe it, Im as Down to Earth as Chris Rock Gettin hit by trucks, starin at twat A big cannon in ya G-spot Me not arrogant girl, me keep them freaks hot Whether or not you believe my status Im prepared to be the baddest on the rap thats happenin Put the Mitten back on the map with Mathers and win this Thats why I aint got no rap name The names Obie Trice They see me on the streets, they be like, Yo, he nice! So I came to the game, real name, no gimmicks Rap, I live it, thats why I aint got no rap name The names Obie Trice They see me on the streets, they be like, Yo, he nice! So I came to the game, real name, no gimmicks Rap, I live it, thats why I aint got no rap name The names Obie Trice Well Im drunk right now, but still I got a gun Beef? best-ta run Cuz when I pop, peoples flesh get numb And whoa, ya might not make it to ya young The only one with okays wanna blaze Meet my little friends on racks in my den Pull em out, thats when the action begins And ya block, remind you of Mad Max the film Deserted, thats word to vacant homes 2002 Trice up in ya headphones Trice up in ya Bose Then Trice up in ya hoes! I suppose that I am kinda cocky, when its dealin With raps, chicks, and cats out to sock me I handle it like Rocky, Jake Steed Rakim, Eric B. – Os a G! Thats why I aint got no rap name The names Obie Trice They see me on the streets, they be like, Yo, he nice! So I came to the game, real name, no gimmicks Rap, I live it, thats why I aint got no rap name The names Obie Trice They see me on the streets, they be like, Yo, he nice! So I came to the game, real name, no gimmicks Rap, I live it, thats why I aint got no rap name The names Obie Trice Rap name — Rap name — Obie Trice.. You can get stomped by Obie13Embed

Poor Lil Rich Lyrics I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me My gat talk for me, blaow, what up, homie? My watch saying Hi shorty, we could be friends My whip saying Quit playing, bitch, get in My earring saying We can hit the mall together Shorty, its only right that we ball together Im into bigger things, yall niggas, yall know my style Your wrist bling bling, my shit bling blaow My pinky ring talk, it say Fifty, Im sick Thats why these niggas is on my dick Some hate me, some love my hits Flex my man, he gon bump my shit See, Im a liar, man, I really dont care I tell the hoes whatever they wanna hear You tryna play me, Ima blaze you then My cross cost more than the crib your mamma raised you in I was a poor nigga, now Im a rich nigga Getting paper, now, you cant tell me shit, nigga You can find me in the four-dot-six, nigga In the backseat fondling your bitch, nigga Was a poor nigga, now Im a rich nigga Getting paper, now, you cant tell me shit, nigga You can find me in the four-dot-six, nigga In the backseat fondling your bitch, nigga New York niggas copy niggas like its all good Fuck around, be Crip-walking in the wrong hood Im fresh up out the slammer, I aint no fucking bammer Im from NY whoadie, but I know country grammar See, me, I get it crunk, niggas go head and front I go and pop the trunk, come back, pull out and dump My money come in lumps, my pockets got the mumps You see me sitting on dubs, thats why you mad, chump Dont make me hit you up, these shellsll split you up I lay you down, the coronersll come and get you up See, 50 play for keeps, and 50 stay with heat I cant go commercial, they love me in the street Im real gutter, man; the hood love me, man Dont make me show up in your crib like bruh-man Locked up in a pen, I still do my thing CO screaming, Shut the fuck up! in the bing I was a poor nigga, now Im a rich nigga Getting paper, now, you cant tell me shit, nigga You can find me in the four-dot-six, nigga In the backseat fondling your bitch, nigga Was a poor nigga, now Im a rich nigga Getting paper, now, you cant tell me shit, nigga You can find me in the four-dot-six, nigga In the backseat fondling your bitch, nigga Im in the Benz on Monday, a BM on Tuesday Range on Wednesday; Thursday, Im in the hooptay Porsche on Friday, I do things my way Vipe or Vette, I tear up the highway Shawty, she could tell you bout my dick game But she dont know me, she only know my nickname Left the hood and came back, damn, shit changed These young boys, they done got they own work, man I was a poor nigga, now Im a rich nigga Getting paper, now, you cant tell me shit, nigga You can find me in the four-dot-six, nigga In the backseat fondling your bitch, nigga Was a poor nigga, now Im a rich nigga Getting paper, now, you cant tell me shit, nigga You can find me in the four-dot-six, nigga In the backseat fondling your bitch, nigga8Embed

Don’t You Trust Me LyricsI aint got time for this, man Im out You should stop, for a while You will find me standing by Over here, at the side, of your life You spend all your hours just rushing, around Do you have a little time To have a little time for me? As soon as I leave the house you wanna page me See you got me trapped Im goin crazy this is slavery You act like its outrageous, give me space, it wont get better And maybe we will argue and be through with all these sorry letters Soon as I come home its like I get third degree Where you been and who you wit, I get no room to breathe It makes me wanna leave, Im sick of these tricks up your sleeve Youre suspicious I deceive, gimme grief without belief But to me, if you really trust me then its pitiful Question me about my whereabouts, thats so trivial Let me live my life and you can live yours Just be there to help me, and support thats what youre here for Not to give me stress and add to pressure Home is where I go to rest, I go to pass the test Im sorry if I left you all alone But I couldnt make it home, so we argue on the phone Dont you trust me? You should stop, for a while You will find me standing by Over here, at the side, of your life You spend all your hours just rushing, around Do you have a little time To have a little time for me? Callin at my house then hangin up, you think that makes sense? Tell me what it takes for us to shake so we can be friends Its time for us to take our separate paths We had a lot of laughs but the goods become the past Lets make it an even break, dont make it scandalous Try and be mature, Im pretty sure that we can handle this Youre sayin Im too busy, I ignore you I guess you didnt hear me when I said that I, cared for you But now it seems the arguments are nightly I wanna hold you tightly but instead, you wanna fight me So why let it stress and aggravate me? Instead, Id rather break, hope you dont hate me You tell me that you love me but youre lyin Fightin back the urge to just start cryin Ill wipe away your tears, come and hug me I love you like you love ME, girl, but dont you trust me? You should stop, for a while You will find me standing by Over here, at the side, of your life You spend all your hours just rushing, around Do you have a little time To have a little time for me? I hang up the phone, I cant bear to hear you yellin at me Maybe we should end it, neither one of us are happy You know that Im emotional, you know me Comin over cryin just to get me feelin guilty You and me were meant to be and yet You always wanna sweat, how much closer can we get Dont fret, just let me pack my things and Ill be outtie This time Im breakin out, you let your mouth overcrowd me I cant take the beefin and the griefin I get no room to sleep, I hope to see some cause Im leavin Maybe next time youll be a little more sure And I can give you more when you mature But baby until then I gotta leave ya Its not that I dont need ya but see ya! And I hope you understand why Im bustin Not because we rushed it Dont you trust me? You should stop, for a while You will find me standing by Over here, at the side, of your life You spend all your hours just rushing, around Do you have a little time To have a little time for me? Dont you trust me? Its not that I dont trust you Dont you trust me? Its not that I dont trust you13Embed

Black Cotton Lyrics Black Cotton, Black Cotton Black Cotton – a symbol for unrewarded struggle Time for a little gospel tale Ghetto gospel, that is, listen! Rotten Black Cotton in Gods eyes Speak! Black cotton, steady stressin, Smith & Wessons, count my blessings Class is in session: the worst question is the first question Why do we work like slaves sweatin blades to an early grave? Never got paid but still we slave Answer that, then answer this too Loves gonna get ya, you know its true – lifes a bitch, true? You best to backtrack and try to act black and live Not to be phony and positive but why be negative? Whats the matter, G? Black cat got your tongue? Fat track got you sprung, now youre hung? Do ya feel me? Dum dum diddy, is it me? Attempt to reach each and every brother on the streets If not peace, then at least lets get a piece Im tired of seein bodies on the streets deceased Lookin through my highschool yearbook Reminiscin of the tears as the years took One homie, two homie, three homies – POOF! We used to have troops, but now theres no more youth to shoot God, come save the misbegotten Lost ghetto souls of Black Cotton Nobody dont care (No matter how hard I try Look to the sky, and I ask God why) Nobody dont care (Seems like my dreams Drowned in by screams, no answer to my questions) Nobody dont care (Feels like Im pressed Why do I stress? Its like Im bein tested) Nobody dont care (Seems like my prayers Vanished in thin air, please answer my questions) Nobody dont care In the belly of the beast Im bubblin up Runnin out of luck, about to self-destruct Old heads say live your life like such Youre sure to catch her with your one-day boy I wouldnt listen to em Your power movement was cool, but it aint fix nothin So I just go with what I know, I dont trust none Look what the 80s did to us baby kids And now we grown up, nobody aint own us yet Black cotton, Im plottin on what they owe me Im workin without a profit, they shacklin all my homies Im hurtin, but keep in mind, it aint irkin And we aint stop, its curtains You try to rise and certainly we survive with Outlaw Ridaz Whats the reward for a struggler? If the law lovin us, then why they hate to see us comin up? Runnin up, gun cocked, black mask and gloves If you aint got a penny, mind the glove, no love Waitin for my forty acres and a blunt to blaze Biblical times, good hearts with milita minds Black Cotton – Im hoppin over enemy lines Black Cotton – I aint stoppin till they givin me mine Black Cotton Nobody dont care (No matter how hard I try Look to the sky, and I ask God why) Nobody dont care (Seems like my dreams Drowned in by screams, no answer to my questions) Nobody dont care (Feels like Im pressed Why do I stress? Its like Im bein tested) Nobody dont care (Seems like my prayers Vanished in thin air, please answer my questions) Nobody dont care15Embed

Public Service Announcement Lyrics This is a public service announcement Brought to you in part by Slim Shady The views and events expressed here are totally fucked And are not necessarily the views of anyone However, the events and suggestions that appear on this album Are not to be taken lightly Children should not partake in the listening of this album With laces in their shoes Slim Shady is not responsible for your actions Upon purchasing this album You have agreed not to try this at home A-anything else? Yeah, dont do drugs9Embed

Git Up Lyrics Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one Ready or not here we come, here comes trouble in the club Eleven, twelve, thirteen, pistols big as M-16s How the fuck we sneak in with this many heaters in our jeans? Nina, two ninas, a piece, they dont even see us Some shit pops off we squeeze each one Theyre gonna think its machine guns Vandals-vo-vandals, bananas and old flannels Hands around our Colt handles, hold them like Roman candles So ban us, go ban us, banana-fanna-fo-fannas Who come back all bananas, banana clips loaded Managers, bouncers, and the club owners The motherfuckers dont want us to come up, bum rush in the club And run up in it with a bunch of motherfuckers from Runyon Steady popping them onions Ready, set to go nut up, prepare to tear the whole club up Fixing to get into some shit, just itching to choke someone up You know we finna locn when we mix coke with coconut rum up So, yeah, yeah, ho, what up? See my people posted up See you talk that ho shit now, when youre down you wont get up And cant sit up youre so slit up, the ambulance wont sew you up They just throw you up in the trunk once they tag your big toe up Heater-no-heater, automatic-no-matic Mag or no mag, it dont matter if I have or dont have it You never know when Im packing so you just dont want no static And open up a whole can of whoop ass You dont wanna chance to risk it, no biscuit Milli mac or mac milli Will he, wont he, dont be silly, homie you dont know me really Youre just gonna make yourself dizzy wonderin what the dilly Fuck it, lets just get busy D-Twizzys back in the hizzy! Git up now! Lets get it cracking, yeah, its on and poppin Bitch, D12 is back in this bitch, ugh! There aint no stoppin Were gonna get it crackalating, what you waiting for? The wait is over, say no more Quit tryna play the wall and quit hatin Git up now! Yall are still sitting? What the fuck, are you deaf? You motherfuckers dont listen I said We bout to get this motherfucker crackalatin Quit procrastinatin What the fuck you waiting for? Get off the wall and quit hatin, bitch Git up now! I keep a shitload of bullets, I pitbull it to pull it out And automatically explode on motherfuckers until they mouth get closed Permanently, you get burned to line quickly You cannot hit me niggas, too terrified to come get me Tempt me if you think Swifty wont send a slug, people run When the reaper comes, the repercussion gon equal blood Nigga what? Steppin without a weapon, you leave, you gone I be still rollin with stolen toasters while on parole Snatch you out our home like eviction notices, ho When I unload, Im known to never leave witnesses to roam When Im blowed, Ill write the wickedest scroll ever told When Im sober Im prone to roll up and disconnect your soul, nigga Now its been proven its about to be a misunderstandin And furniture movin, bullets flyin, lawyers and mothers suin Cause niggas dont know the difference You bitches just stick to fiction Its sickening, you cant even walk in my jurisdiction, riffing it Gripping the pump And who want to fuck with a walking psychopathic pyromaniac Shady cats with eighty gats And maybe thats the reason that you gon get it the worst And since you jumpin in front of everybody you gon get it first I disperse the crowd with something bigger and versatile So run and record your verses now while you got a mouth And its not a joke, its some kind of riddle Kunizzle will lift up a 12 gizzle and throw a party from my acquittal And a Glock or two will stop you from walking Bulletsll hit your liver, Ill even shoot Native Americans A Indian giver, and nigga We back in your life and back in your wife Hit you in your back with a knife and get it crackin tonight Git up now! Lets get it cracking, yeah, its on and poppin Bitch, D12 is back in this bitch, ugh! There aint no stoppin Were gonna get it crackalating, what you waiting for? The wait is over, say no more Quit tryna play the wall and quit hatin Git up now! Yall are still sitting? What the fuck, are you deaf? You motherfuckers dont listen I said We bout to get this motherfucker crackalatin Quit procrastinatin What the fuck you waiting for? Get off the wall and quit hatin, bitch Git up now! Hahaha, Yeah, D12, we back Haha, Hahahaha Runyon Ave soldiers Amityville Who the fuck want it with us? Ha, ha! Nobody17Embed

Writer’s Block Lyrics Yeah! I don’t know what else to say I can’t, I can’t think of nothin I’m stumped, here we go! On your feet! Stand up! Everybody hands up! Uh, man, I dont know man Every time I go to think of something played out to say You already said it I aint callin names cause all of yall the same Plus Im the king, all my past pain all done changed up All these plains, all these lames, since the Slaughters came up Cause they know their hands tied, feet ball and chained up Niggas be quick to call me the new 50 Cent Because of my relationship with Marshall Used to make me a little partial, but heres the brain fuck We the same, cause Im probably bout to fall out with a young buck While I attempt to fuck the fuckin game up Bitch, splat! Only thing I fear in here is chit-chat You are hearin bars like your ear against a Kit Kat Shady guys like the Navy, try us, wavey bye-bye Maybe my Glock can turn your top to Babys Maybach My shit is parvo, literally sick Trust me, nigga, its ugly to kill; the thing is, the bigger I get The more disgustin and fuckin disfigured it gets Niggas expect me to go pop, oh, stop Yall about the Champagne, Im about the toast, I Only fuck with mailmen with heroin from Boca Niggas thatll smoke you while you starin in your postbox Only incense he enlightens when hes thinkin While that sinks in, I got a Brinks ink pen Im back! Motherfucker, notice the flyness on the cover Of the XXL, Im back from the dead Like Tobey Maguire from the Brothers How yall realer? If I said it, I did it If I didnt, I seen it first-hand like a card dealer Give up the throne: your lease up; I am the Mona Lisa That decoded Da Vinci Code, you throwin your piece up Is a waste of fake like a phony B-cup Makin the mistake was like my only teacher Wait til they get a load of me, cause— Ive got Guccis on my feet, diamonds on my neck Diamonds on my wrist, bitches on my dick But yall already said that Choppers in the trunk, models in the front Bottles in the club, but I dont give a fuck But yall already said that Cause sometimes I feel like its so hard for me To come up with shit to say, ayy Im at a loss for words, cause yall already said it all I think Im runnin outta clichés Im gettin writers block, psyche! When I stand up in this booth, niggas notice it Sittin on the same boat that Noah built Floatin on the same water Moses split Poetry in motion, but we sittin on your grave site: overkill Arent you tired? Why are you so loud? Quiet Real dudes move in silence, like a mute drivin a new hybrid You dudes is too excited You a dude thatd try to sue a dude thats suicidal You will just be another victim Im like a nickel of weed rolled in a doobie: Im a little twisted I roll like the end credits in movies, yall just got scripted Got yall niggas bitches bobbin to this one when she wit ya When she with me, she bobbin, not vibin Tryna put her mind into the inside of my zipper Im a serpent with a purpose Havin problems? Not a problem Ive encountered, I have found elephants, lions, clowns Will jump through hoops like they workin for the circus If the fire round the circles right in front of them, fire rounds Pun intended, gun extended, what are you marks askin? Cars Aston, started as a hard-top and I saw past it Since I decided to start class, this all black, all glass Panoramic roof been gettin marked absent I authorize my own all-access Your bitch a whore, Im a catch, she ball-catchin Her jaws been broadcasted All across the globe from the store to Japan Her pussy need to be blocked and reported as spam Interscope, I been this dope Now sell it, my voicemail is full Got bitches screamin inside of envelopes And they tryna mail ‘em to me Tryna reach my phone, I dont know which one is harder: Tryin not to take your bitch or tryna get rid of my own Ive got Guccis on my feet, diamonds on my neck Diamonds on my wrist, bitches on my dick But yall already said that Choppers in the trunk, models in the front Bottles in the club, but I dont give a fuck But yall already said that Cause sometimes I feel like its so hard for me To come up with shit to say, ayy Im at a loss for words, cause yall already said it all I think Im runnin outta clichés Im gettin writers block, psyche! Man, get the bozac! We need to start bringin that shit back Man, fuck it, Im bout to catch some wreck Mad props to Royce for keepin it real On the strength, no diggity Im bout to go pull some hoes, get my mack on Haters get the gas face!14Embed

Thugs Get Lonely Too Lyrics Hahahaha, man, you crazy See, it aint easy bein me Life as a celebrity is less than heavenly I got these fakes and these backstabbers chasing me around And its always drama, whenever I wanna get around Momma told me, long before I ever came up Gotta be true to what you do and keep the game up ‘Cause things change, and jealousy becomes a factor Best friends at your wifes house, tryin to mack her Im on tour, but still they keep on knockin at my door And I got no time to worry, Im steady wanting more Every day is a test, yes, I try hard But Im strugglin with every breath, I pray to God That the woman that I left at home, all alone There aint nothing like tryin to bone, over the phone In my mind I can see her naked, I cant take it Got me shaking at the thought that we can make it I thought you knew Im rollin out on tour today You getting sad, ‘cause Im going away The chickenheads wanna play with me You getting mad, ‘cause you think Ima sway Some of em cute, some of em fine as fuck I hear em scream soon as I hit the stage, nah... Still I be getting lonely for you Im coming home soon as I make this pay, make this pay I call you up long distance, on the telephone Wanna tuck you in even though I cant make it home I whisper things in your ear like youre near me Wonder if you feel me from far away, and can you hear me? It seems to me, that youre jealous ‘Cause Im hustling and making money with the fellas In the backstreets, tryin to track me, baby, hold up! Thugs get lonely too, but Im a soldier And theres no way Ima stop making money ‘Cause your attitudes changed and youre acting a little funny Always complaining, saying we dont spend time Cant you see I got enough stress on my mind? And hanging up like you all that Then get mad when I tell you that Im busy, baby, call back Please, aint nothing left to say to you Thugs get lonely too, you know Im rollin out on tour today You getting sad, ‘cause Im going away The chickenheads wanna play with me You getting mad, ‘cause you think Ima sway Some of em cute, some of em fine as fuck I hear em scream soon as I hit the stage, nah... Still I be getting lonely for you Im coming home soon as I make this pay, make this pay I sit alone in my room, drinking without a care Talking out loud to you, like youre there Take your picture out my back pocket, man, its on Youre the first face I wanna see when I get home Wanna love you til the sun rise, buckwild Touching every wall in the house, thug style Put your hands on the headboard, think of me Drippin sweat on top of you, sink and see This in your head that Im making love, so turn the lights down Reminisce and relax ‘cause, baby, right now I feel it in the middle of my stomach You whisper in my ear and baby, tell me how you really want it Hold on tightly, watch the ceiling Scratch my backs how you react, let me know you feel me ‘Cause everything Im giving to you, is so true And thugs get lonely too, you know Im rollin out on tour today You getting sad, ‘cause Im going away The chickenheads wanna play with me You getting mad, ‘cause you think Ima sway Some of em cute, some of em fine as fuck I hear em scream soon as I hit the stage, nah... Still I be getting lonely for you Im coming home soon as I make this pay, make this pay Yeah, thug life, baby! Steady thuggin Aye, so you remember that Next time you sweating me when Im on the road, baby Thugs get lonely too We aint gotta go through all this bullshitting ass problems If you wanna be real with me, be real with me If you wanna be fake, move on to the next one, that aint me10Embed

Blood Hound Lyrics G-Unit, UTP Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha G-Unit, UTP, G-Unit, UTP G-Unit, UTP, 50 Cent Get em Buck, man 50 Cent, thats my name, man I aint fucking playing I move on you with that Mac, mane Come off that watch and chain fore I blow out your brains Shells hit your chest, go out your back, mane See me I put in work, man, I been doing dirt for so long Them niggas get laid out Niggas run through my crib to holla at the kid Thats when I start bringing them thangs out Then we go through the strip hanging up out the whip Dumping clips off at they whole clique, mane When witnesses around they know how we get down So when the cops come they aint see shit, mane My soldiers slanging caine, sunny, snowy, sleet or rain Come through the hood and you can cop that Im sittin on some change, G-Unit thats the gang Come through here stunting youll get popped at I love to pump crack, love to stay strapped Love to squeeze gats, but you dont hear me though I love to hit the block, I love my two Glocks Love to bust shots, but you dont hear me though I love to pump crack, love to stay strapped Love to squeeze gats, but you dont hear me though I love to hit the block, I love my two Glocks Love to bust shots, but you dont hear me though I came in this game knowing niggas gon hate me Just for the simple fact they know that Im a rider I got a hell of a aim, I keep on telling you, mane I swear aint nobody gon find ya When I get lifted Im tempted to tear your block up You niggas cant run cause Im behind ya Me and Chili in your city with a couple nine-millis You better stay in line, bro Cause if I walk it Ill talk it, you know well walk up and pop it I love the sound of gunfire, bro Right now we smacking em with platinum and they hate it Cause we made it, thats what we keep that iron for I represent it cause Im in it UTP until Im finished, Juvenile, they cant stop us And I admit it, I live it Ill knock a baller off his pivot with this motherfucking chopper I love to pump crack, love to stay strapped Love to squeeze gats, but you dont hear me though I love to hit the block, I love my two Glocks Love to bust shots, but you dont hear me though I love to pump crack, love to stay strapped Love to squeeze gats, but you dont hear me though I love to hit the block, I love my two Glocks Love to bust shots, but you dont hear me though My twenty-inches spinning, you always see me grinning And you hear niggas call me grimy They hit me with them bricks and I aint pay em shit Im outta town, they cant find me When I come back around, man, Ima back em down I run up busting that TEC, mane If you aint got a gun and you cant fucking run My advice is you hit the deck, mane But if you get away and come back another day My soldiersll leave you wet, mane Cause we know where you be and we know where you stay And well come checking through your set, mane Man, you heard what I said, now get it in your head I aint paying no fucking debt, mane Cause yous a middle man, what you dont understand? Yous a fucking fake ass connect, mane I love to pump crack, love to stay strapped Love to squeeze gats, but you dont hear me though I love to hit the block, I love my two Glocks Love to bust shots, but you dont hear me though I love to pump crack, love to stay strapped Love to squeeze gats, but you dont hear me though I love to hit the block, I love my two Glocks Love to bust shots, but you dont hear me though16Embed