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You by zero but struck with Kippel - Feil Syndrome
Eminem diagnosed you correctly
Prof., me, thinks, he must be a Doc.
Plain Eminem is raw as fuck
by inches, he sprinted
Some of his boys on the corner was who your bullets entered
Two of em pull through but one didn't, son's finished
You took
long
You by zero but struck with Kippel - Feil Syndrome
Eminem diagnosed you correctly
Prof., me, thinks, he must be a Doc.
Plain Eminem is raw as fuck
somebody's lickin' shots off
Security's gone, I'm trapped in the club
And I'm tryna run and get my motherfuckin' gun
(Nigga, what about your wife?) Nigga,
My love is strong and it pushes me onward
Down off the hill to Felina I go
Off to my right I see five mounted cowboys
Off to my left ride a dozen
the top cut off
Rich kids go and cop The Source
They don't know about the blocks I'm on
And everybody wanna know where the kid go
Where he rest at
Where he
You work and work for years and years, you're always on the go
You never take a minute off, too busy makin' dough
Someday, you say, you'll have
Oh, pull out the big guns
Oh, and put your freakum dress on
Soon as he saw me
Turned on by how the dress was fittin' right
Short and backless
It's a party when I go up in the sto'
Shoppin' while I'm zooted off the dro'
Rollin like a nigga that just came up on a mill'
And I got 'em sweepin'
And it goes on
Kill a pussy nigga with his pantyhose on
The gun is equipped for what ever hand it goes on
To kill a backpack nigga with his
Porsche
With the top cut off, rich kids go and cop The Source
They don't know about the blocks I'm on
And everybody want to know where the kid go? Where he
a nickel-plated tool and jewels old-timer done fed me
Keep my grip steady
Squeeze till they drop off
Make sure all other guns are popped off as heavy
Walk through the door with my hands on a gun
'Cause niggas 'round here wanna ask where I'm from
I throw up my signs, step back and pop one
'Fore you
by the gun die by the gun
Nigga be a soldier
( hook )
like a frisbee
My runs is sticky from, the second-hand smoke
from outta the guns they busy, EHH-EHH-EHH-EHH come get me
He is - quick on the draw, same
want to us)
(And that we won't retaliate?)
Protect my motherfuckin' self, by any means necessary (right)
'Cause you don't know me, I don't know you
the door flambeau
Then I ran down to Chinatown got myself some soy sauce
And grabbed some moo goo gai pan to go
When I got wiped out by a stray beansprout
talkin' down behind my back (uh) you done shot off nigga
Fifty, four or twenty sack, you done shot off nigga
If you fly and got a gun (uh) when the drama
about you
Don't you, don't you, don't you?
I'm gone
(Son of a gun)
Go on
Janet and me, thick as thieves
Never met yet but I'll venture a bet
Hey hey everybody!
Hope you enjoy my song called swerve
Swerve, swerve
I just popped a perc
When i get the gun and shoot you in the leg lil bitch it
freestyle: epic, crazy numbers
Biggest freestyle of the year
We're about to go in
This time, nothing but Eminem beats
Understand what's about to go down:
his behind,
And when we touched the powder off, the gator lost his mind.
We fired our guns and the British kept a-coming
There wasn't nigh
His driver's license said James he went by Jim
A gangster wanna be and baby that was him
He stole his uncle's 44 last Friday night
Said if I
best to be both
But let's be honest a father really helps with your growth
But I was raised by Nas and Jay-Z and Big L and Eminem
All of them set
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