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below the neck

In my heart

Where he keeps them in
A vault of devil daughters

Everybody
In my dead leaves
Don't you hide these
Branches
by satanic scientoligists acknowledge this
I'm in a professionally insane condition
i cut vein incisions
in you so badly they need stitching by
the album "Vegetarians of Love"
*Written by Bob Geldof/Pete Briquette
do or die 
I'm do or die, I'm do or die 
Either God has got a vault or God ain't got it all, gangsta 
(do or die) 
I'm do or die, I'm do or die 
I
grateful
fucked over by the times I've been hateful
made the tracks and fuck you with your pussy mouth
come again friend now we got some action
know what it's like when memories make you wince
And love letters read like obituaries
And photo albums are the books of the dead
I need no reminders,
did)
You could’ve past me by and let me dead in my seat
I’m so thankful grateful grateful
Praise your grateful thank you thank you
Hear somebody
on the outside. sitting next
I'm on a banquette, a ballerina. she's had two grapes, a raisin, and a chicklet, and she's full. in fact, she's been stuffed for years.
more whores on the dick
This ones for Clue and my Riker's Island niggas
That remember when I came through
The big O B C C H D M 2 C 74
Little Nasi
by the grateful people I have saved

You see, everybody loves me, baby, what's the matter with you?
Won'tcha tell me what did I do to offend you?
I'm a rich nigga like I don't know
I can change if I wanna, but I won't though
Do it right even when I'm on the wrong road
Real talk from the heart
cares
I'm stanky rich
I'ma die trying to spend this shit
Southside's up in in this bitch
Yeah i smell like the vault
I used to sell dope
I did play
[Chorus: x2]

I'm G'd up
Only follow the code of the streets
Live bad to die good
Know how to move when hustling by the days with no food
But just so I
and I'm all so fly
Hoes bop when I pass by 'cause they know I'm a fly guy
Show my grill and your stuck still she a han cap(handicap) and I'm a fuck her
baby, the nature of the business is unstable
Especially when your project ain't properly promoted by your label
E'ry album I put out gold or platinum,
cares
I'm stanky rich
I'ma die trying to spend this shit
Southside's up in in this bitch
Yeah i smell like the vault
I used to sell dope
I did play
have Grateful Dead"

It ain't what you know, it's who you know bro
That's why I'm not on your radio and your video show
It's gettin kinda hectic
And I
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G 
And check out the man he goes by the name of er

Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
no joke, when your ones don't show
Nigga I know, might say 'Been There Done That' like Dre
Through hard work I earn the vault
Promise God to never
no joke, when your ones don't show
Nigga I know, might say 'Been There Done That' like Dre
Through hard work I earn the vault
Promise God to never
switch will get you nowhere but hell" 
Trail to the back with the money in the sack
Locked 'em all in the vault, time to bail
Well, tickets I'm out
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man he goes by the name of er

Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
I'm
Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
I'm a M80, you Lil' like that Kim lady
I'm buzzin', Dirty Dozen, naughty rotten rhymer
Cursin' at you players worse
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G 
And check out the man he goes by the name of er

Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
Better than your bitch would
But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks
And I'm good
I'll make an album that'll put a smile on Malcolm
Make