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wit my luck, i'll probably get shot by a stalker
Probably got a fanatic waitin upstairs in the attic
Wit a automatic callin' me up there
My man stan
wit my luck, i'll probably get shot by a stalker
Probably got a fanatic waitin upstairs in the attic
Wit a automatic callin' me up there
My man stan
wit my luck, i'll probably get shot by a stalker
Probably got a fanatic waitin upstairs in the attic
Wit a automatic callin' me up there
My man stan
this you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by Eminem
Matthew Mitchell, bitch, I even have your initials
I initially was gonna bury you next to my
man figured he'd
be a millionaire.
He thought he could reel Moe in 
by making a deal with him.
That catfish would go for his best bottom line.
Cause you see what happened when Eminem ignored Stan
He just lost it be cautious
See we all targets
My thoughts are sporadic
I feel so asthmatic
Out
a reason

It's ironic, haven't heard from the Spoon man
Alison's Chained, she was squashed by a Pumpkin
Making room for the next faux mohican
The Topic's
relationship advice guy
Liked on the vices priceless smile
Look at the eyes got the look of a survivor
Husband, father
Dissed by Eminem but did it bother him
my nine

Chorus [Different Variations]

[Verse]
Can't find a nigga in the hood, that say "50 ain't hot"
When I drop, I'm sound like Eminem and Kid Rock
interview him
All they doing is making fake threats to us through them
And pussy you're not Pac, I knew him
Pac was a real nigga, you're just a fucking insult
interview em
All they doin is making fake threats to us through em
And pussy you're not Pac, I knew em
Pac was a real nigga, you just a fuckin insult to em
into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into to getting rubbed

You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Look
[Verse I]
Dear Slim, I never wrote you or been calling
My name ain't Stan son nah we've never met and
My name's KJ let me begin by introducing now
get it yet do you
Dealing out platinum or flop I still put it through you
Wit a luger that'll spit fire
And hit higher than a pitch by a bitch like
Ayo Stan, Dre laid the tracks, I'm laying the vocals
We need some guitar that ROCKS, know what I'm saying?
So um, let's do this

She's a rich girl,
Though?
I said to Seven, "Richard Havens'll be the man"
So we put it together thinking Eminem was a gamble
Guess not, cause he be the guest spot
Kaliko
Though?
I said to Seven, "Richard Havens'll be the man"
So we put it together thinking Eminem was a gamble
Guess not, cause he be the guest spot
Kaliko
never lay down and (lose), I was definitely about to (lose)
Then Eminem came like (“nah”) “nah”
This shit is entertaining, listen to the shit they
their honor
I’m a dreamer drinking pull little
In their honor, in their honor
Keep husling and making money and smoking
In their honor, in their honor
sex, I ain't into making love 
So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Look mami I got the X if
[Chorus: Eminem]
Y'all better leave that boy alone
'cause if they don't
You know they going come back on 'em
And they don't want him to come back
this
We got my mella yella boy on the drums, We got Stan "the Guitar Man"
Dropping the rhythm. We got LA Dre on the keyboard and I want the whole
(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
this
We got my mella yella boy on the drums, We got Stan "the Guitar Man"
Dropping the rhythm. We got LA Dre on the keyboard and I want the whole
a question, I love to lie
hey look girl is that Jimi Hendrix?
'Scuse me while I kiss your guy
Everyone tells me I'm the female Eminem
well all I'm gonna talk