Lyrics:
their face
I can tell by their handshake
But yo that white boy bout to make more noise than a heavy metal Band make
Talk shit get picked up quick get
Yea, Yea, Ha
Wyshmaster Beats
Eminem Show, Book Of Ryan, N9na, MMLP
Grow strings and take control of me
Take me for a puppet, grab the strings, bro I
pioneer paving the way
Eminem, 50 Cent, I've been""Patiently Waitin'""
Now the time finally came to throw my name in ya face
Like BRAP
Wasiu, nigga I'm in
gon' leave in a jet, I can promise you that (Yeah, yeah)
Came by myself, I'ma leave with your friends, I can promise you that (Yeah, yeah)
Came in
"Are you gonna bark all day, little doggy? Or are you gonna bite?"
I saw the fork in the road but I never got consumed by the
Streets, or what I
you music to get your shit together by
Funk, the P-Preparation
The prune juice of the mind
A mental, musical bowel movement
Groove-lax
One swipe,
'm a degenerate
I find a good drug I go by ten of it
I am a hoodlum
I want the sedatives it's the best cause I said it is
I'm a mess cause of Eminem's
I'm impressed
ejaculated
Did it by myself, no help like I masturbated
They say I’m soft, well, fuck
I’ll get castrated
Sell my balls to one of you
Haters who can’t make
need a transplant and a new gut
But I can't seem to find em tough luck, When I die don't get rid of my stuff
You should know by now I don't give two
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
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
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
Who sing this?"
"Slim Shady, his tape is dope, I love it
It's rugged, but he needs to quit talking all that drug shit"
It was predicted by a medic
Freundin - Backstage - sie
Ist fällig wie'n Braunbär
Und du lebst in 'ner Sauherde, wüsstest
Wie die Stimme deiner Mutter klingt
Wenn sie nicht dauernd am
when I let go and laughed and yelled death by sedan
I classify homeless when writing my rhymes, Kuz I’m hungry I’m starving I feel it inside, I got
Yeah, my voice is gonna live on inside
Yeah, my voice is gonna live on inside, yeah uh yeah
Shawty please come over
Need you by my side baby, bend over
I
Dziś już tak bardzo nie wkurwia mnie wczoraj (ło)
Łapię se wiadro by ubrać je w słowa
Teraz tak wielu chce mieć we mnie zioma
A ja między nich sobie
but I'm a grown man, I still apologized
Even reviewed your project, you acted chill like (Awh, it's fine)
Then a couple days go by, you drop a song
I knew this song by that crew Mobb Deep
So I used it, my brother produced it, new shit
Set me up so I could flow like a cruise ship
And tell this
Produced by me
Every single record made by Sikk
I don't know nobody else who can compete
They incompetent
My opposite
No conversation
Trouble with these
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
so I had to learn my lesson
Cloud not count my blessings so I had to learn my lesson
I was backstage asking them to put on
I was backstage asking them
chasin' dreams while im gritting my teeth. Said fuck the world feed it beans, learned that from an eminem song.
Thinkin' back when I listened to Mac packin'
still pull off a New York walk by
Keep tryin' talk fly
I talk fly, verbalize a pilot
Poetic fertilizer that's lyrical shit
Hip-hop die but we
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