Lyrics:
and smack that hoe
Toolie on deck everywhere we go
Fucking every bitch on
I spit that shit got a dappy flow
I fly by hoes like there he go
Ya we trap like
to charge up my phone
Who told you words won't cut deep
I'll leave yo ass wit a partial heart
Eminem's understudy with combat, master of Marshall art
With
really Think that you are the best
But you got Eminem's lyrics
Stitched into your fucking chest
I'm dying of a laughing sensation
You got me tearing about
you, rap surround sounds around you
From ten speed and brown shoe
Doc and Eminem, cock the M&M
Blood flows with 2Pacalypse and them
It's like, funk
they wanna show me love
When you sell like Eminem, and the hoes they wanna fuck
But homie ain't nothing change hold down, G's up
I see Xzibit in
rap.
You know I'm hyped up by that.
These comments just cured my Depression.
So I'll crack a smile before bed.
And everyone says that they're proud
yo' switches
Your friends, swervin' yo' bitches and then burnin' your bridges
You stuck and severed in thoughts of when it's all gonna end
When
Sally sixteen thinks she's a star
Spends lots of time in a bar
Or in a drive in restaurant
Never lets a greaser by in his car
Jim's tough in his
and sit the fuck still
In Nellyville's old folks home searchin' tip drills
Get my fill on with this grandmother named Jill
Takin' shots of poon juice
well!
here's the thing
I'm not sure I'm interesting
enough
I just like to rap fast and pretend, that I'm like Eminem
cause It gives me a rush
-then I go
bless your kids I had one wish
At 18 bitch I wished it be more famous that Eminem with a gift
Make rap hits then got sidetracked by the drugs and glitz
Ring the alarm, get on the horn and inform
Everyone from Oregon to Melbourne
That the funk phenomenon has been reborn and transformed
You coulda
Need to press pause
Go, rewind that tale if you’ve
Found yourself at a loss
I’m a lab rat, like Dr dre and Eminem
Cry uncle to the king of the anthill,
feelings, I feel like I play for the Saints
I just wanna hurt you, aim for the skanks
Then aim for all these fake Kanyes, Jays, Waynes and the Drakes
I'm
feelings, I feel like I play for the Saints
I just wanna hurt you, aim for the skanks
Then aim for all these fake Kanyes, Jays, Waynes and the Drakes
I'm
We was tried, never hope (yeah, yeah)
You was real, Jack and Jill
Like the pill had awoke, uh (it's lit), yeah
Motorcycle patches on a jacket
Whoa!
A get your hands in the air, and get to clappin 'em
And like, back and forth because ah
This is, what you thought it wasn't
It beez,
Whoa!
A get your hands in the air, and get to clappin 'em
And like, back and forth because ah
This is, what you thought it wasn't
It beez,
Whoa!
A get your hands in the air, and get to clappin 'em
And like, back and forth because ah
This is, what you thought it wasn't
It beez,
by that hill
Than I've seen You's get by on skill
See Jack run, see Jack steal
See Jack give back, see Jack jack Jill
Jack don't do jack 'cept for act
"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
I'm still so hard when I spill those lines
Tell me motherfucker do you steal those Rhymes, you're too be like Eminem
Now see my Pad and Pen, gon' reveal
the bathroom without someone standing by it
No, I won't sign you an autograph
You can call me an asshole, I'm glad
'Cause I am whatever you say I am
If I
By the jaws of death, you little coward
Scared to step in this arena
Where the grass is greener, you're looking meaner and meaner
But your look
_(Cropped).jpg/250px-Eminem_-_Concert_for_Valor_in_Washington,_D.C._Nov._11,_2014_(2)_(Cropped).jpg "Eminem")
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