Lyrics:
you're Dick Butkus
One-half science and another half soul
His name's Mike D. not Fat Morton Jelly Roll
Got busy in Frisco fooled around in Fresno
Got
home to paper in hand
Ain't gotta brag about the Feds, young man
Old cribs I sold, y'all drive by like monuments
Google Earth Nas, I got flats in
Then you know my father well
If a better blade was ever made
It was probably forged in hell
My father was a good man
A lawyer by his trade
Then you know my father well
If a better blade was ever made
It was probably forged in hell
My father was a good man
A lawyer by his trade
home to paper in hand
Ain't gotta brag about the Feds, young man
Old cribs I sold, y'all drive by like monuments
Google Earth Nas, I got flats in
sin
I know that you know that I know
That you've got another man
Ah, Half the time that I'm at home
I have to go to a café and eat
And when you argue
Home, home in the late, night
And away, away in the half, life
Except Saturdays, crushed by the boring
And played and plagued by the tourists
know my father well
If a better blade was ever made
It was probably forged in hell
My father was a good man
A lawyer by his trade
And only once did I
Came home this morning,
Looking half-way like a ghost.
Walked in this morning,
Feeling half-way like a ghost.
Face looked like marble,
My
had motor trouble it turned into a struggle,
Half way 'cross Alabam
And that 'hound broke down and left us all stranded
In downtown Birmingham
sin
I know that you know that I know
That you've got another man
Ah, Half the time that I'm at home
I have to go to a café and eat
And when you argue
letters to be read, and heaps of papers waiting to be signed
I must have gone to lunch at half past twelve or so
The usual place, the usual bunch
"Darlin', say that you'll be mine;
In our home we'll happy be,
Down beside where the waters flow,
On the banks of the Ohio."
I took her by her pretty
My life was getting used to
A dull daily routine
I was getting so fed up
I just wanted to scream
Up at six to work by nine
Home again by
drink on their way home
By the time he makes it home the food is just about as cold as I am
And his stayin' home woman is gettin' tired of her stayin'
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
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
till you die
All you children goin' my way
Better tell your home-life sweet goodbye
When I see a detour up ahead
Well, I leave it far behind
Who
they plowin' up my home
In this way
In this way.
I said, buddy, shake your gloom
They're just here to make more room
Well they all said Louise was not half bad
It was written on the walls and window shades
And how she'd act a little girl
A deceiver, don't believe
valley
As day turns to night
Is there something in the shadows
Or the failing of the light?
I was walking home last evening
When perhaps I should
Home, home in the late, night
And away, away in the half, life
Except Saturdays, crushed by the boring
And played and plagued by the tourists
Little foot, big foot, get out the way
I'ma show y'all how to move this yay
I'ma show y'all how to move like this
I'ma show y'all that a move
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