Lyrics:
quit calling the house
If I call, you're en route
It's a drought, you look out
I'm on edge, you put the palm of your hand on my head, squeeze
Please
need a mini-thin
(I'm Slim Shady) I'm Shady!
I listen to your demo tape and act like I don't like it
(Aw that shit is wack!)
Six months later you
don't love yourself?
I do what I wanna do
I say what I wanna say
When I feel, and I
Look in the mirror and know I'm there
With my hands in the air
You know, I just don't get it
Last year, I was nobody
This year I'm selling records
Now everybody wants to come around
Like I owe 'em something'
But with it I know heaven's just a kiss away
Kiss away
Dig me now
Anyone that's ever touched it
They don't want anything else (no they don't
But with it I know heaven's just a kiss away
Kiss away
Dig me now
Anyone that's ever touched it
They don't want anything else (no they don't
Now when the big bad wolf got in grandma's house
A little Red Ridinghood was scared as the mouse
And just like her I'm scared through and through
really don't believe no woman in the whole round world do right
Act like an angel in the daytime, mess by the ditch at night
I'm going, pretty mama,
shoulders they ain't built for this and I don't have nothing
It's like I'm standing in the rain and you offer me a raincoat
But I would rather stand there
When you're gone, it feels like
My whole world's gone with you
I thought love would be my cure
But now it's my disease i try to act mature
But I'm
an extra life, like, "Take this"
Now get your ass back in that game, bi-
Don't take sh- for granted, and don't take sh-, give it
Only bull you should take
conceptualize human beings
My auntie is a man now
I think I'm old enough to understand now
Drinking Paul Masson with her hat turned backwards
Motorola
Just like that and I'm back, bro
Now back in the days of old me (when?)
Right around the time I became a dope fiend (oh)
Ate some codeine as a way
hand so you best not sleep
No, I'm not Herman Munster or Dr. Spock
I go by the name of the King Adrock
So here's a match, my ass and your face
Listen
ring
Cause from the looks of things, I cant do this
Live this life that I call my life
If this is what its like being your wife,
I'd rather be
Married men act totally different
When they by themselves, don't they?
You see them with their wife
"What's up Tony?"
"Hey man, how's everything
even if I gotta
Fuck, suck and swallow in the parking lot
Gonzales Park, I'm followed by a married man, a father of three
My titties bounce
with the rumors
Don't ask me nothin' you can Google
Do I look happy, do I look happy to you?
(Do I look happy to you?)
Comin' in like, damn, where
move on with your life (I swear to God)
Fuck you nigga, you love a pity party, I won't show up
Always act like your shit don't stink, motherfucker,
be gone (I'll be gone)
Told my bitch, "Pick me up in the morning"
Gone, I'll be gone, I'll be gone (gone)
This is toxic, don't act like it's normal
When I twist her in the Gold sedan
Like I'm Goldie man, you're bitch chose me man
Jigga man, iceberg with the frozen hands
Wedding bands don't make it
Ain't it true now
You need love like I do (don't you)
Boy I can tell by the way you look
When I'm looking at you
Well, well, well you need love
of beats, hoarder of rhymes
Borderline genius who's bored of his lines
And that sort of defines where I'm at and the way I feel now
Feel like I might just
NOW, LET ME TAKE YOU TO THE MOVIES, MAGG,
SO I CAN HOLD YOUR HAND.
OH, IT AIN'T THAT I DON'T LIKE YOUR HOUSE,
IT'S
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