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This is a public service announcement brought to you in part by Slim Shady.
The views and events expressed here are totally f***ed,
And are not
brains gone, my souls warm, my spirit is torn
The rest of my body is still being operated on
I'm ducked the f*** down while I'm writing this rhyme
'Cause
got a f***in' problem (True)
If findin' somebody real is your f***in' problem
Bring ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it

Hold up! B****es
You wacker than the motherf***er you bit your style from
You ain't gonna sell two copies if you press a double album
Admit it, f*** it, while we
You wacker than the motherf***er you bit your style from
You ain't gonna sell two copies if you press a double album
Admit it, f*** it, while we
single?
I heard you f***ed your girl, is it true?
You getting money? You think them n****s you with is wit’ you?
And I say

(And I say) Hell yeah
Hell yeah,
single?
I heard you f***ed your girl, is it true?
You getting money? You think them n****s you with is wit' you?
And I say

(And I say) Hell yeah
Hell yeah,
music gotta stretch your soul
 
Just relax and let the rhythm take you
Don't you be afraid to lose control
If your heart has found some empty spaces
And gather all your homies up
To go and shoot up a pad
Soon as you finished
why'all run out of gas
You better haul as*

That's how drive-bys get f
and every note

But you were everything to me
A mystery
Your the Love I live to see

By heart, by soul
That's how I want to know You
Keep you as close
female
in the world
disappeared'
11
That's the science in it,
but it's so much more intense
Reach into your soul for the answer
Reach wherever you
enough, dunny
Your peeps ain't strong enough, f***er
Roc-A-Fella is the army, better yet the navy
N****z'll kidnap your babies, spit at your lady
We
("Toto... ! Toto... !"), blowing these terrible germs in his direction ("Come here, Toto... !"), and all of this caused ("Toto... !") by a huge mountain
F-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-follow for now
For no formidable fights I've been formed to forget
For Pharoahe fucks familiar foes first
Before fondling female
and put down your steel
Ladies make a forum on your sexual drive
Devote it to your lover and make it thrive
The rhythm's in F, I'm a hip hop body
on the airwave and it's yours, pick the heart of your choice.
Friends and lovers, give a call, make a match - by the sound of a voice.

Why-o-you-n-g -f
Niggas be askin' me like, "Man you took all that time off
I understand you had to get your mind right or whatever
you was doin' but I'm just curious
to this angst
I done quit chicken heads cold turkey and started slowly roasting 'em
'Cause that's where most of my anger is based

F*** your feelings, I
sure they don't forget me
It's by my side
Juh juh juh yeah

Go on boy
Get yo' vest
Protect your neck
Kill for fun
Watch how they run and scatter
-a-k-e

Its a four letter word like fame
That fades and if you believe it

Your f-you-see-k- e-d

But how you sell soul to a
Souless people who sold their soul
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G *coughing in background*
And check out the man he goes by the name of er...

Slim
Yeah, what you critics said would never happen
We dedicate this album to anybody people said couldn't make it
To the fans that held us down till
and every note

But you were everything to me
A mystery
Your the Love I live to see

By heart, by soul
That's how I want to know You
Keep you as close
right back on it
Reminding me all over again how you f***ing just brushed me off
And left me so burned, spent a lot of time trying to soul search
Maybe I
there
In his hand, there were some roses
On his lips, there was a prayer
On a stone, these words were written
your soul is gods, your memry mine