Lyrics:
shoulders, I don't need no gun
But it's the nineties, and niggas don't bump by the end of the round
The clown bound to dump, young chump
You don't want
these shoulders
I don't need no gun but it's the nineties
And niggas don't bump by the end of the round
The clown bound to dump, young chump
You don't
has specific measurements
The generation now is hella bent, on getting Eminem canceled when
Damn, that's a tragedy. Now you all up in the comments
I will wreck a lot of havoc just by passing
Nothing to it
I'm a lyrical murderer
Uchiha Madara
You're a commoner
Son of a commoner
Now I'm in
Wolf, wolf all you want, run your mouth in the street
But you ain't gon' fuck with a picture of me
I don't give a motherfuck if you a hundred deep
Wolf, wolf all you want, run your mouth in the street
But you ain't gon' fuck with a picture of me
I don't give a motherfuck if you a hundred deep
of cigarettes
(or what?) or guns he tote, he called shots on the deck
So I wasn't tryin' to call his bluff, by his persona
You could see, he think he tough!
their Remington
The youth of Kingston
Won't leave their Magnum
pistol pistol
Poor Jill she was a spill
she got hit by a stray shot
their Remington
The youth of Kingston
Won't leave their Magnum
pistol pistol
Poor Jill she was a spill
she got hit by a stray shot
feet or more
By the old barn door
Oh the first snowfall of the winter
What a joy for a boy to behold
In each house you'll find a sleigh
That was
feet or more
By the old barn door
Oh the first snowfall of the winter
What a joy for a boy to behold
In each house you'll find a sleigh
That was
seven feet or more
By the old barn door
Oh the first snowfall of the winter
What a joy for a boy to behold
In each house you'll find a sleigh
That
you by half of you try
The other half of you fry, too high to actually fly
One day yall have to decide, who you gon be
A scary nigga or a nigga thats
a lot of
When i was 16 i might be eminem's daughter (slim shady)
Now im 19 and i can be mother of slaughter
Meanwhile you deserve nothing but laughter
If you ain't got two kids by twenty-one
You're probably gonna die alone
Least that's what tradition told you
And it don't matter if you don't
and blue, and battered and bruised
And if you get away from this one then, that'll be news
I said
[Chorus]
[Aceyalone]
Jack and Jill, and +Jill+ and +Scott+
shoulders, I don't need no gun
But it's the nineties, and niggas don't bump by the end of the round
The clown bound to dump, young chump
You don't want
The visions the hardest thing to hold
Most give up; give in
Can't break the mold
ct the end of the line will you die unknown?
Hell no
I was
There's a big holler tree down the road here from me
Where you lay down a dollar or two
Well you go round the bend and when you come back again
wanna show me love
When you sell like Eminem, and the hoes they wanna fuck (woo)
Look homie, ain't nothin' changed, hoes down, G's up
I see Xzibit in
nerds remember
Don't you think that the hero you deserve is better?
Go ahead, ask the hood if that new Eminem's good
Man, they don't even listen to Em in
funny
Where do you belong? I don't
Think it's a riddle
You’re a Stan, a copycat Eminem's Skittle
Got the 007 deadly sins aching in me
But your 5 albums
Similar to me familiar
County hound comin' to burn your whole city up
I catch ya up in the club
Empty the fifth on ya
You all know it's pussy
By Vivica
wrongs make a right
Let me take you by the arm, I'm alligator-like (bite her arm)
Gal, I waited all my life for you, heart is racin' like Talladega
_(Cropped).jpg/250px-Eminem_-_Concert_for_Valor_in_Washington,_D.C._Nov._11,_2014_(2)_(Cropped).jpg "Eminem")
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