Lyrics:
and you got your pride
You ride till there ain't no place to hide
It's sad 'cause the bad guys always die
He was "Shady", I seen by the look on his
think I'm bad, they say "Oooh he's so evil!"
'Cause I go on blind dates, with actual blind people
But my album's out the store, yours be on the shelf
I
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
I'd be the bad guy, Kryptonite, the green chronic
'Cause I ain't got no legs
Or no brain
Nice to meet you
Hi, my name is
I forgot my name
My
Mission's log
Rehydrate my breakfast
Analyze the data gathered by the probes
Take notes
Hypothesize
Chew my pen
Farted a little; bad idea
Upgrade
Is a suburb to the brain'
[Marie:]
You wear them so well, those innocent eyes
You're puttin' on a wonderful disguise
I want you so bad. I
gold
And maybe get rich, hol' up
Trinidad Jame$ in four weeks but now my album platinum and shit, so what?
Y'all keep the numbers
I'm more than
A similar voice taken
The clothes changed
But the face retained
Surrounded by
Old imagery
His brain bypassed
The eternal moment laid bare
No time
taken
The clothes changed
But the face retained
Surrounded by
Old imagery
His brain bypassed
The eternal moment laid bare
No time to heal
Continual pain,
a publicity stunt? This should be fun
Last album now 'cause after this you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by Eminem
Matthew Mitchell, bi-, I even have
mouth-to-mouth
Well it's a shock to your system
And your brain starts spinnin'
And you make yourself a pact
When I grow up
I ain't ever gonna do that
Chorus
of here
Nigga be snoring all night I can't sleep (Notorious)
Call that big butt nurse with the long hair to come suck my dick
(Bad Boy Big, c'mon)
albums wrong, yea
This is the bonus track
I got a bonus track
You think my album's whack
But I got a bonus track
This is the bonus track
I got a bonus
I get mad wicked (fuck around) and catch a bad one by the funker
I puff the mad spliffs and roll blunts with Archie Bunker
'Cause my brain is
bastard, plastered
I'm gone off weed and acid, magic
My mind is doing backflips, gymnastics
All my albums classic
All these fake rappers they stay
what a pity
Be smoking and joking until I talk stupidity
I am so higher than the city
Be fly in the clouds, what a view, so pretty
I'm such a bad
into yoga, if you have half-a-brain.
If you like making love at midnight, in the dunes of the cape.
I'm the lady you've looked for, write to me,
it like I feel it
Say you need mee cause I need you so bad
Sip by sip, shot by shot
Gone feel this rush, feel this buzz
Feel my light... so looka here
a hold of your brain
Bad habits, Bad habits
When my time comes, I'll go out with a bang
I got problems that I don't tell many, talk about bad habits
[Intro is continued talking by "Pimpin' Ken"]
What you rhyme mayne? You always spend G's
How much cash you got that you can lend me?
Think I
[Intro is continued talking by "Pimpin' Ken"]
What you rhyme mayne? You always spend G's
How much cash you got that you can lend me?
Think I
takin' subliminal
Cause they can't get what I got's
They want it so bad, four million dollar pad
And enough to retire off two albums, gone, wave ya' white
exercising the mind
It’s brain strength training
My motto is live by the bottle
So why is my supply low? Bring
In a truckload with a high-low
My name is
I'm such a bad boy, P Diddy
We got them notorious like Biggie
You smoke, smoke like a chu chu train
This, I grace, coming through the brain
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