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just wanna move with you)
You're diggin' my groove (you're diggin' my groove)
I look like a move to ya

Sip by sip, girl
Let me see the way that you

does something that's accepted by younger
And ultimately cooler people
There's always a dangerous pride that wells up
Setting us up for a fall
I'm all

Once upon a time back in Homer
(Back in Homer, back in Homer)
There lived a little boy known by no one
(Known by no one, known by no one)
So he

balcony
Like Eminem n em
Back when ben ten
Was on like season three
But this is just a seasoned me
Ain't what I want
It had to be
It's what they did to me

Groupie Therapy

The Pharcyde

Labcabincalifornia

1995

'Cause I'm no captain let them know from the start 
I let you break me off but I won't let you break my heart 

So I'm surrounded by bitchery now this

911

Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E.

West Coast Nostra [Japan Bonus Tracks/Bonus DVD]

2003

a fuckin´ minute to think about what you've done , when you stood against the gangsta who live and die by the gun
Got a hot one , sprayin´ you bitches till

Yeah I get it by the bottle bitch
Backstage finna blaze
With a model bitch
Yeah she insane giving brain
When she swollow dick
Smoking on them cookies

Я не Eminem но я убил этот бит 
Заскамил твою маму бро без обид 
Я не был в 90х все равно бандит 
Много хаслишь но за тобой кредит 
Б-бедолага бро

Rappa

Bumblebeez

The Printz

2004

months with all the stains on his jumper
I wanna be a rappa, not a ho backstage
At an Eminem show, earnin' minimum wage, I wanna be rap, rap, rap

I wanna

I'm a get my bum rushed
By some fucking faggots who just wanna pick on a fucking runt
Stand by homos till I pull out a fucking gun 
And then you'll run

365
I put industry pussy rappers straight in the grave
I got 17 bitches waiting for me backstage
Got all these little suckas rapping to fast
Imma slow

trains
Before all this pain we all wuz kangz
By the way
Married couples that use the one same
Facebook page are all like Krang
Every gay little page

the crowd
Then we catching us a body backstage
Damn bitch can I have space
Like my fingers tapping on backspace
My mental, in a bad
Place niggas milking

är skitzat
Ey vad händer då

Tar nån guzz backstage
Och är vi häller upp henny
Hinner knappt in i lårsen
Innan hon drar av sig sin klänning

Det var

Eminem meets Cash, where heaven and hell dwell.

Brandy, my muse, my hearts sweet refrain, In this rustic ballad, I'll etch your name. Forever and ever,

of their casket
Damn, pay the price for actin' ladylike
We rarely see black Eminems, kinda shady right?
You sent the shot, so I flashed back like it's

over that slow rap
If I was you, I’d go back and rewrite my words, scrap yo’ draft
Cuz that flow was worse than Eminem’s rap on ‘Fack’
You write that

got a friend
(Khorhopho Na friend now)
Fresh

So you one, two
Ya na in the mood like who
And ya na carry two by two
So you one, two
Ya na in

've never met by their appearance
But these rainbow hair
Dummies fuckin' incoherent
At least I cleaned my act
Up before I started rappin'
Half these artists

I got a new coupe

I got a new coupe with a new bitch
Pull up, pop up we flexin'
Got niggas stressin' they can't stop us
I'm backstage in the green

wit a rockstar, lady

I'm a rockstar, he a rockstar
You a rockstar, we some rockstars
You see ya look like that can get you backstage
First class

right by the runway let me feel like bree
This c's'll come like a pocket rocket now the gang in Central with Cee
Had my case papers printed now I've got

sponsered by Nike
all this hype be surroundin me
and I heard that on the block that you was clowin me, sayin
you ain't my homie to be a cold day in hell

Rappa

Bumblebeez

Red Printz EP

2003

months with all the stains on his jumper
I wanna be a rappa, not a ho backstage
At an Eminem show, earnin' minimum wage, I wanna be rap, rap, rap

I wanna