Lyrics:
Life
By Marshall Mathers
What is life?
Life is like a big obstacle
In front of your optical to slow you down
And every time you think you
Pray to God but protected by chrome
I did this shit, but it ain't for the week hearten
I was on the court sharing a ball, but now I hog , like Harden
are not fire
I'll heat it up and you'll get
Hit up in the crossfire
Every other day, jakes in my drum
Gotta leave this life for the sake of my mum
Marj
choke on
A bag of dicks
& don’t you fucking
Gag or spit
I aint folding
For these activists
& pussy niggas mad as shit
I’ll black ball myself
Before I ever
So come check the magic show by Deshawn,
And witness the way I put you to death with a magic wand.
Turnin' your home to a casket,
Turn your wife
you like that bitch
The square ass weights tellin' you ain't never been choked
Or done fucked by a felon, no K-why jellin', just tryin' to inhale it
could trust you
I thought I heard you say you'd never leave
I always stood by your side
I thought you'd do the same for me (you'd do the same for me)
on edge
Deep breath
Left hanging by a thread
Yeah, I've been a little on edge
I'm a mess, you've heard it said there's no rest for the wicked
I'll be
The jesus christ on my neck reach to my lap
I teach you to rap in my sunday school
These bitches get a one day rule
You gotta fuck by monday, cool?
Or she
Okay I was gone for a minute but I'm back now
Sit the fuck back down
Seem like everybody nowadays Hollywood
Oh it's like that now?
I'ma show you
you wanna be a prisoner in the boundaries they set you?
You say you want to ba yourself, by christ do you think they'll let you?
They're out to get you
yeah)
All the hoop niggas wanna rap and all the rap niggas wanna hoop (mmh)
How you get more time for drugs like you the nigga who doin' the shootin'?
Energy's high don't waste it
Why you craving for attention often by yourself depressing
Thinking about them bruddas really they were all finessing
Times you
around the whole globe
And I’m a freak for you girl, you should know
You should know to hurry up, cause this shit is getting old
That’s fucked up, I’ll
crackers getting scared just when I turn the music up
I'mma square up on the cracker and that's on my f-ing word
I might just have to shoot and catch a case
I got by
Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money looking funny in
the light
I'll put my face by your tights
She got thang for them diamonds (For them diamonds)
Want me to drape her out in diamonds (In diamonds)
You want
and playgirls
But I revoke my membership, all for my tenderness
She said, ?Pursue your interests, 'cause even if I'm ticket less
I'll be there, by your side
at all times
One go, we all goin' right in the club
'Cause you know we all ridin' (we gon' ride for sure)
Niggas shoot out when we was in the street,
you for the pussy you are
So don't come at me like Khalifa
Bitch, watch that tone
Pop meds in the juicer, turn to stone
You tried using your head but
tell me to disengage
I been preparing for this moment you not taking me off this stage
When I speak from by heart it breaks a rail off this cage
I’m
it
Then what you waitin' for?
Clicquot by the caseload
Ice buckets where they place those
Blowin' pesos, I don't chase hoes
If she's down she'll say
Good evening, turrets and gentle-cubes!
My name is Loose Screws Louis and I will
Be your Jazz Core for this evening
I'm gonna sing you a song
Called
Homie?
KWIRK
Can you fix the computer? Please!?!?
EUBANGDERE
Well, of course, I?ll just stick these little old bobby pin in here!
(The fast
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