Lyrics:
shit is due it's doo doo
And who knew that too cool fool who
Used to sit in the back
Would slip through the crack
Like dudes who went to rehab
Ab-Soul,
die for him
My road manager is drunk as hell at 5 p.m.
I get knocked down, they help me rise again
Ref 1 leave the game, I'm sayin' "Bye" with him
venues she has always enjoyed most.
(Spoken words are in italics)
London Bridge is falling down
See the people in my town
They're the ones who bring it
If you've got a friend that you want messed up
Just meet me on the corner by the tail of the pup2
I'll be there soon if you'll wait a while
It'll be
broken
The lightbulb's effect is underlined by the fact
That the Sun hid under an eyelid
Stone cold murder of my time with a hint of urban grime
It's all
Right. Help?!? You know, you say 'Check, please!' But you can't get by in Czech. This guy's struggling in English and he's making it! And he's, he is, he
em say my name if they don’t wanna say it
Ain’t going by my slave name who can shade him
No Illuminati lil' baby still illuminated
And they aluminum
Nuttin' come before them, don't give a fuck who it is
You a proud ass woman, never cry for help
Been doin' it for years all by yourself
For cryin' out
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
do
Nobody, no one does it better
Look out the window and drank and chill out we get high
It's 1a.m and the crowd is still live
Relax to the groove by
It's ten o'clock pm and outside it's light
Since it's in the middle of the summer
That feels right
Everyone can see because it's light
Everyone can
attitude is fuck it, 'cause motherfuckers love it
Got a, chip on my shoulder the size of the Golden Nugget in Vegas
And fuck bein' famous, I came to get
Shit you knew the toll is 25 cents for you to swig my brew
I got influenced by foam because it gets me pumped to get a 40
'Cause they love it when me
Bucka, bucka, bucka, bucka, bucka, bucka
Ha ha
You know the deal
It's just me, yo
Beats by Su-Primo for all of my people, Negros and Latinos
Yeuh yeuh yeuh
Check me out now
Check me out now
Go head then..
[Verse 1]
Allow me 2 introduce myself again
Bobs at tha office but bobby ray is in
Who put the dirt in charge of the merch
It wasn't Wednesday, Fester or Lurch
Some rhubarb for Sam and Bob
While I stepped out to audit the church
up, all this walkin around I'm gonna stop it
This gun I'm gonna pop it
'Cause at this time 12 pm my gun is all you might be seein
If you sight seein
you are
You lip-sync these jams 'cause you're
Far from a superstar
And if you're lonely, 'ho, I ain't
The one who gives a damn, 'ho
I like it solo, no
who?
Be like what?
You picked up on all my traits
I picked up on all your hate
You picked up on all my traits
I picked up on all your hate
You picked it
Regardless, I'll be here bringin' it heartless
Ruthless, to the death I'll stand for the truth yes
My God given talent is all that I can do best
Keep
they actin standoffish
? by hand like canned raw crawfish
Can you please pass the cocktail sauce?
You might as well know, hell is hot as hell boss
who?) Recognize bitch, Jay to the motherfuckin Z
[Jay-Z]
Got a condo with nuttin' but condoms in it
The same place where the rhymes is invented
So all I
Now I've got a story that I want to share with you
Of a young man name Tray he was on his way
Till that fatal day, well well well
It was 7:12 PM
spit shit subliminal
Slang therapist, my whole style is criminal
Bugged like Bob Digital, fly visual
Mind body and soul, I'm a strong individual
Come
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