Lyrics:
Two weeks ago, I was out at the disco
Two brothers stepped up to me
And said
"Hey yo, Ice We don't think you're down
What set ya claiming?"
E
stand that, I wanna work on something else
Think of something else"
So I just sat down with the piano
Put my phone on top of the piano
And just kind
rollin' witchu
You never got a person hit i spray the guns
Don't play the drums but know
How to work wit' sticks
Bitch you not a thug and you not
The plug
know, stallion leading us
Into a hot girl summer followed by the
Coldest of nuclear winters
What does that even mean anyway?
I don't know
But, uh, hey
Dr.
wrong, I can feel it (six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)
Just a feeling I've got, like something's about to happen, but I don't know what
Feel like I'm Tony
Tony Montana
Tony Soprano
Pay what you owe me
White girl in Atlanta
Got keys like piano
You do not know me fo' real
Ima go pop me
that I'm letting myself down there is not a day that goes by that. I don't feel like I've let myself down in the way that I have music. So little in my
on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on,
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E,
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man
the papers,
and read the magazines. (The magazines.)
Something's approaching,
oh no,
oh no.
And no one knows exactly what it means,
but the killer
it makes up your whole body, yes
I'm writing a story
I'm writing a story
I don't know what language you're speaking
Just show me something I can
know what I'm getting into
You know I got a thing for you
Shards of thoughts full of ocean blues but
There's something I need to say to you
All I hear is
he may let a month go by
Before he takes away my key
Oh, that sherry starts to taste real good to me
Hey mama, look at me on Panic Beach
I may be
wrong, I can feel it (six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)
Just a feeling I've got, like something's about to happen, but I don't know what
Don't know much about history
'Cause I never learned how to read
Drop out I'm a knucklehead
Sick boy and I shit the bed
Maybe I'm in love with
the Club.
Fuck the disco
Fuck the Club.
Get me in and im way to fucked.
Get me in and im way to
I said bitch imma motherfucking immigrant
Guess I
a lot of fun
Yeah, I'm a man
No boy, listen here
What I'm sayin'
I know
What's going down
All you people
Shut those discos down
Well, I
Don't take it for granted
You know that you safe
So you never panic
This forever never ending
Ex toxic had to end it
So tell me you love me
I'm used
've searched this house top to bottom and it seems to be empty
The only friend I have is the man on the tv
But I don't even really know who he could be
He could
you by my side
Dancing through the night
Under disco lights
Party til the sunrise
Without you by my side
So you see that I'm happy now
Does it hurt
and prove,
And do thatdance, until it don't move,
Doowutchyalike,
Sometimes I bite.
Now if you're hungry, get yourself something to eat,
And if you're
don't feel, I can't feel it no more
Seems to me nowadays things have changed
I don't know if I feel the same
Yo, in the land of the unseen hand and hold
Let me tell you something you don't know about
Pack loud smelling out the whole house
Grew up in a place you don't go around
Don't get ready stay
I heard you're feeling nothing's going right
Why don't you let me stop by
The clock is ticking, running out of time
So we should party, all night
And so it goes
I'm drinking whiskey by the pint
Helps my throat
Cause I'm yelling all the time at the TV
Tell me, do you think I'm going crazy?
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