Lyrics:
a reply I left by the moon
Turn, turn, turn again
And was in his chambers by the next afternoon
Turn, turn to the rain and the wind
Could you tell me
on Wednesday night
Turn, turn, to the rain and the wind
Without a reply, I left by the moon
Turn, turn, turn again
And was in his chambers
By
He made his way to the border
In the shadow under the trees
Down by a stream in a hollow
Turn your head feel the breeze
And the red Queen was
I'm bonified, socilitified, and qualified to do
Anything your heart can stand, it all depends on you
I'll turn your world upside-down
I'll blow
mind
It's like, stalkin through your airport with a chunky nine
The undervolt Staten New York
Blood sport gun talk holdin fort back, take em
Here's another topic I'm addressin
So learn a quick lesson, about your Smith and Wesson
Sit your ass back and comprehend
As I let you know about
meaning what
The buck stops
Here, no more dough will be made
Unless it's being made by who the 1-6-Ooh
Chamber four (1-6-Ooh) Chamber four
Temple
talk
If your luck runs right she might see you tonight anything in sight
Run by don't turn back
Can't hide from that look in her eyes
Run by don't turn
to spend on this talk
If your luck runs dry
She might see you tonight
Everything inside
Run by, don't turn back
Can't hide from the look in her eye
way (this way)
But what can I say?
You're gorgeous
You make me so happy, it turns back to sad, yeah
There's nothing I hate more than what I can't
the Guinness Book
From the shit I took from people
I reap all your fat shit, jack
Back to the criminals sect
I leave crew after crew but they can't catch me yet
I'm a menace crook
I did so much dirt I need to be in the Guinness Book
From the s*** I took from people
I reap all your fat s***, jack
Back
upside down
Here, let me turn this motherfucker up right now
That's why they call me Slim Shady (I'm back)
I'm back (I'm back) (Slim Shady) I'm back
a computer
A shadow on the wall
An image made by Virgil
To rule over us all
To amplify the sirens
And to find real amends
I'm through the echo-chambers
and walk the razor's edge
Don't turn your back
And slam the door on me
It's not as if this barricade
Blocks the only road
It's not as if you're all
to send you
Billy, don't you turn your back on me.
There's mills inside the minds of crazy faces
Bullet holes and rifles in their cases
There is
and walk the razor's edge
Don't turn your back
And slam the door on me
It's not as if this barricade
Blocks the only road
It's not as if you're all
can't stop 'em when them shells is popping
Look good to the public eye, your streets is watching
At all times, put it all on the line
Without a care
not a fuckin' trick, either follow or repent (no choice)
Get infected by a vertical event
Check the meter, check your watch
Are they ever gonna stop?
ourselves
We can't babble no more than we can bob our head offbeat
Nimrod by the time we forty cause we can't get off meat
While we ask no reason for
ourselves
We can't babble no more than we can bob our head offbeat
Nimrod by the time we forty cause we can't get off meat
While we ask no reason for
Back in the days, into the chamber 36
Big Tig' putting it down in dirty mix
Provided by EQ
Test me and my crew, guarantee you lose
Man your whole crew
Out
Yeah
I Get Out Before Your Boxes i Get Out
Sweetheart I get out I promise you
You can't hold me in these chambers
I get out
They can't hold me
got you on K-9 force
Prayin' to God as your life goes back and forth
We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in
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