Lyrics:
on the map
Doin' jumpin jacks whilin' get whipped on my back
Look at Em little punk ass thinkin' he the shit
Yeah, I know, man, by himself, taking all
on the map
Doin' jumpin jacks whilin' get whipped on my back
Look at Em little punk ass thinkin' he the shit
Yeah, I know, man, by himself, taking all
the nigga, let the nigga through
But fuck you too and your red white and blue
Motherfucker you through -- so act like you knew
(Shoot you with my twenty-two!)
I attended
Til '87 graduation came and I wasn't with it
Kicked out the house at the age of 18
No money for college, mmm, how should I handle
ain't from the ends again
Mike Skinner tour
Mind's still on war
Knife with me still
I'm five-figure poor
Why give in for?
I'm still on form
It
I turned to the top streaming in the whole world
Then I put back on my hoodie
These niggas lame
I walk in this bitch by myself with my changes
Life
By Marshall Mathers
What is life?
Life is like a big obstacle
In front of your optical to slow you down
And every time you think you've
a nigga box with a bullet I used to work a nine to five and barely get by now I I-95 doing 95(mph)
5'9 stand tall I'm 9'5I get a rack of them thangs for
to police men
Chewing a arm
And joined by a black and white squad car
With binoculars watching you very far
(What's up motherfuckers)
(evil laughter)
I'm cut up by White Mike
Busted up by that Mr. Davis, sluggin' me is a beautiful night
That chrome is quite atrocious, complimented by candy gloss
The Lower East Side began
Punk fashion as well
With ripped clothes and spiked hair
Worn by a poet named Richard Hell
Hell was in Television, The Neon Boys
Bad bitch with motion noted
I'm coming right now
Shit I hold it down
We the rich niggas now
On the way right now
Broke niggas ain't allowed
If he
I'm the face of my city
Cosigned by Diddy
Hard liquor, I'm shitty
Hotel with some bitty
Got her doing my bidding
You changed, no kidding
Wasn't
murdered a bitch, and the devil just rushin' my time
With this 9 in my hand causin' death when you sleep
In the casket I make you no killas in mind
Pullin
and give it right back
For generations we been dealt bad hands with bad plans
Prove your dedication by hoppin' out Grand Ams
I'm at the premiere
all of you amateurs
Sneaking up on a tour bus with a demo to hand to us
When I was younger, I just wanted a chain
Now a chain of events has afforded
they gon have yo ass gone
Light jokes
You keep playin with them white folks
Can't even take the piss
They gon’ test your urine
Cut all the sponsorship
not Rex I get no rest,
Pushing meds out the spot
No CVS
Before the trap i was popping names like cracker jacks
Them demons on my back
I stay with
and the whole republican crew
And the democratic
Get the automatic
Had it with red, white, and blue
And do's and don'ts
I'm breaking all the rules of chasin'
selling nickels
White boys keep the ice Popsicles
Flip the work, like a acrobat, doing jumping jacks
J's sniff the work off the plate, had a heart attack
don't want you
They like why the tour going so hard, cuz we supposed to
Moneyman like Reggie white, he gone get the sack
Some licensed some ain't shit you
Moonwalking on Birnie with my Union 4s
And I was fighting with my mask on like a Luchador
I really used to bump A Milli but was super poor
I stood
And serve it by the pound
Scope on the stainless
Who you came with
Put him deep in the snow
His tombstone is nameless
Ain't going back to unwrapping tamales
Gang gang gang shit
Why would I play with mines ? if I stay with mines ?
Send shots white chalk yellow lines bend blocks
Niggas keep talking until
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