Lyrics:
run somethin' by you
Used to hit my line and I'd be incentivized
When we talk I feel like I'm on thin ice
Don't understand how what we had just died
and its beautiful
Sweet lies defeat lives
Sour Tears are cried, as the fucking years go by
Let the beat energize
In the streets we scream the songs to make
What's up with they publishing
All I ask is that you don't compare us to them
Yall got a strong 2 subjects
If i take that away it's no verses for him
I
I'm not tryna hate thotiana
But them boys all minute men..
Fatality I'm talking
Like finish them (ablib mortal combat)
Not quite the bars as Eminem
over that slow rap
If I was you, I’d go back and rewrite my words, scrap yo’ draft
Cuz that flow was worse than Eminem’s rap on ‘Fack’
You write that
the ground
The bee of course flies anyway
4am back again
Blow it up like Koolaid man
I might pop some M&M's
Blow it up like Eminem
I might throw a couple bands
A rapper? I'm an artist
I just rap for fun but
Still do it the hardest
How I started was a baby given
Birth to by the Carters
2Pac, Biggie, Nas, Rakim my
dates
I want to lay low long hard labour, please...
I've been bringin' down ever since I was about 2 stop rent
see I know how 2 satisfy, gimme that
you to slip on the oak vine
I'ma do this nigga like I was chewing a pork rind nigga
Eminem couldn't get ya to a million on the 'Gram
Chris Brown
Hello, my name is John but if ya piss me off you get hit with a baton *smack* by my alter-ego Mac Automaton. I can’t control him, nobody knows what
Parody of â??The Real Slim Shady" originally performed by Eminem
May I have your repentance please?
May I have your repentance please?
Will you tell
New Jersey stand up!
[DJ scratching Eminem sample]
"Pacewon" Yo!
"Pacewon" Yo!
"Pacewon"
"Pacewon"
(This is how the East Coast rocks)
(This is how
son was DUI, but my momma made it by
I didn't shed no tears when you left me
but the rest of the family cried
Trials and tribulations, ruined my
love me
[Young Buck]
I'm in the candy-painted Range, Cardier frame
Six-by-nines playin so I can hear e'ry thang
Heavy on the gas homie, hoggin up two
love me
[Young Buck]
I'm in the candy-painted Range, Cardier frame
Six-by-nines playin so I can hear e'ry thang
Heavy on the gas homie, hoggin up two
relax, guy, I like gay men
Right, Ken? Give me an amen (amen)
"Please Lord, this boy needs Jesus
Heal this child, help us destroy these demons
Oh,
relax, guy, I like gay men
Right, Ken? Give me an amen (amen)
"Please Lord, this boy needs Jesus
Heal this child, help us destroy these demons
Oh,
more in the cemetaries
And all ya fake mens is dead and buried
[Chorus- Eminem]
We just came to party
We aint comin here to start shit wit no body
Girl
[Intro: Royce]
Uhh-uhh uhh uhh, yeah homeboy
Two gangstas, whattup Smut Peddlers?
My man Milo, yeah yeah yeah
Whattup Ruckus? We gangstas, yeah
(Verse)
I got two full-time jobs and a side hustle
I got two empty metro cards in my duffle
I used to have a broken heart, it was ripped open apart
that they do not listen
Someone please go and tell them they should not compare me
I keep on telling them
That I ain’t no Eminem
I should not say it
of their casket
Damn, pay the price for actin' ladylike
We rarely see black Eminems, kinda shady right?
You sent the shot, so I flashed back like it's
I'm contracted
A killer on a powder high, Game 7, Lebron clapping, I'll have your
Spinal column out of your body right by you
And your bodyguard
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
_(Cropped).jpg/250px-Eminem_-_Concert_for_Valor_in_Washington,_D.C._Nov._11,_2014_(2)_(Cropped).jpg "Eminem")
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