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Just Don't Give a Fuck

Eminem

Just Don't Give a Fuck [CD5/Cassette Single]

1998

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

Just Don't Give a Fuck [Album Version]

Eminem

The Slim Shady LP

1999

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

I heard the clathrate gun go off
I saw dead birds falling out of the sky
When my brave new world
Of pocket slot machines
Collapsed on its own lie
I

die
But these days go by way too quick
I need a Gucci bag, some Saint Laurent
I'm talkin' big flossin'
Fine bitch, I'm rich
I'm talkin' big bossin'
I

hear don't be like me
Bruh they need role models, far as I can see, so what it be
Know you gotta get by any means, but this door is a machine
Built

me by my name
Haha yeah you better know my name
Haha bitches know me by my
I ain´ t no saint but bitches sing me hallelujah
Don´ t touch it bitch this

You're my best machine
You're my midnight sun
Always I did it for you

I remembered every line
If we go through it one more time
So show me how

I've been on the road, so it's time to go
I've been alone for a while now, and it's not bad, but I'm tired now
I thought it would be over by now, I

a saint
Take my seed

I promise to stay by your side
As I watch from upon on high
Come up when it's your time
Until then I'll ride
And for him forewarn him

Born in the Water

The Tragically Hip

Road Apples

1991

how could you even try?
When you were born in the water
And you were raised up in the sky?

Front seat stamped by the window
No erasers in this

Born in the Water

The Tragically Hip

Road Apples

1991

how could you even try?
When you were born in the water
And you were raised up in the sky?

Front seat stamped by the window
No erasers in this

41:19

Public Enemy

There's a Poison Goin' On....

1999

motherfuckin' block on you yo
And that leaves you with nowhere to go
Secretly by the police you was hired
You my favorite customer I didn't know you was wired

AUTOMATIC-
Written by TJ Ferranola, Ben Serra, and Abraham McDowell

In the zone should’ve known 
Not to push me
I go strong all day long
Like

A ball was flying towards my face
Suddenly blocked the ball and asked me if I was okay
I wish I could go back

Time machine up we go
I wanna go back in

tomorrow (aww)
U thought I was a saint (saint) - sorry I'm a sinner (sinner)
Tha clock got 5 on it - man that's a winner
U see me when I enter, big smile -

conceived in test tubes with the same designer genes,
But like a child who tries to run before it learns to crawl--
he'll go crying to his 'Mother' when he

a chill pill, ease off the throttle
Never go to loud clubs 'cause it's bad for your ears
Your friends will all be sorry when they can't hear
And stay

comfort zone
I used to want to go cope
Now He guides me everywhere
Like a chaperone
And shows me where I need to go
Everyday

I got saved
from the grave
By

a common dream
Watch the passing landscape gliding by in clouds of steam

Woodland shades of violet gloom
Cows stand in buttercup bloom
Sheep graze

qu'Ajust a cop, c'est rendu la guerre des machines
Je rêve au jour où j’aurai la mienne 'vec les sièges en cachemire

J'veux une Benz juste pour

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There go the lambs
With dirty hands
To lose their hair
Blinded by lies

The mere mortals
Couldn't imagined
That were were capable
Of such bravery

You don't do that type of shit when you in relationship
And you a hundred with your mate, so don't go acting like no saint
'Cause it's a two-way

and he didn’t go off
Cause when he opened up the box from Microsoft

There was an Al Merrick Flyer with a fifty foot deck
D’Addario strings

niggas so live, why the fuck would I care
When that lambo flow by, y'all suckas gon' stare
And all them haters gon' hate
Fuck them, 'cause all them hoes