Lyrics:
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
Be gone if i never done the cheap rough
She calls and asks when we can fuck
And who else wants the Jungle Lay
So she dials a one on a one minute
like this how it's gon be
We gon lock it down, slowly but surely
And you can count on me
See they waiting for the day that I sleep
See that's the day
records saying that we're a threat to decent society.
Fuck them. I hope we are.
What kind of depraved idiot thinks they can silence others by denying them
BET, I'm tripping off of Cita
Cristal margaritas, we some block bleeders
My balling tire size, can't ride in two-seaters
Man I need Excursion, or my
squicky goal:
"We spread the word of diamonds worn by stars of screen and stage, by wives and daughters of political leaders, by any woman who can make
perfume. This bedroom goon pretends to be innocent and say that we can’t be intimate during the month of lent. Since I’m a friend with benefits, I knew what
go, I get it poppin' like whoa (whoa)
Happy I can find one
Because that girl is my one
We're not lookin' for a sly one
Because that girl is my
(Yeah I’m him)
Ay and we go like that
Always on your mind and it ain’t no cap yuh
Sweetermans you know we all snacks
Motion, Betta Boyz, Slim and Al
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
Shady, we're back!
Nothing can stop and nothing can change it
You better just make new livin' arrangements
If you think you the top and king
game Rick James
I'm a bad mutha
Put my whole gang on
Keenan Ivory Living Color
Plaza Hotel
Leave a name
Leave a number
We can all get this money
Long
Weed wrapped up like burritos
Stacking these chips like Fritos
Sippin on Tito's
Bad bitch from Toledo
Fat ass slim waist must be keto
Suck on my dick
But you could get run over by a number 9 bus
You only live once and the odds on coming back from the dead are pretty fucking slim
Just because you can
song though?
Or at her house when MTV first showed my face
That clip was crazy, I swear it felt like we won the lotto
But a million bucks can't buy
themselves
But by depressed social and economic
Conditions: and we can always count on
The Communists to exploit those conditions
Poverty is probably
Slim got that heat
Don't be mad at me
because I fucked that Bitch
Don't be mad at me because I fucked your girl cuz I fucked your girl cuz I fucked
starts getting played
We think we can go out
Do dirt
Say your sorry
Then all is gravy
And then go and do dirt again
And then say sorry again
And do dirt
do me?
I love to go on about the funk, matter of fact
I'd love to be another funk front runner
But first we gotta deal with the fronters
So I can
clockin some dough!
She say she got a old man,that ain't never stop me before!
You can tell nigga,we some G's and Mack's because G's and Mack's
Usually ride
days reacting to what
They bring good things come our way
Followed by bad things we struggle
As best we can to gain some control
Because being helpless
And the real slim shady can stand up, can stand up, can stand up (Stupid kelly)
His name is chicka chicka slim shady
He's been getting quicka quicka with J.T.
I cut you off
Pickin that gang green your man seen how I get ignorant
By losin my spleen the truth of the seen as soon as my team
Get on we rule
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