Lyrics:
to a Renegade
Like Eminem and Jay Z
Cause me without music is like
Music is my high
Music's how I get by
Music is my high
Music's how I get by
Music is my high
of lemon
This one is the buisineisum
I don't make this drink by the gallon
I make it by the cup, then I'm stylin'
Got KFK, Slaughterhouse and Brother
wyjść
Zarobić by zostać kimś i nie martwić się o czynsz
Jak zarobić gruby plik
Idź idź byś nie dał się ściągnąć na liść
Czarnuchu ćwicz ćwicz
Nie
basement (ha ha)
Feminist women love Eminem
"Chicka, chicka, chicka, Slim Shady, I'm sick of him
Look at him, walkin' around, grabbin' his you-know-what
basement (ha ha)
Feminist women love Eminem
"Chicka, chicka, chicka, Slim Shady, I'm sick of him
Look at him, walkin' around, grabbin' his you-know-what
one big lump
So just before it dies, it cries
In the slaughterhouse full of germs and flies
Off with the head, they pack it, drain it, and cart
on a mission, Choppers by the windows
See the silhouettes
Just like I'm heading fishing
Pay your rent or meet your soul's eviction
Greet the reaper
Deliver death
hell get your burn on
Filled with the embalming fluid get your sherm on
My sherm on in the hood when I ride by
My eyes looking like I learn how
fresh out the slaughterhouse, blood on my apron
We Louisanimals, watch me let the gators in
I'm going on my paper run, a week at the Days Inn
Icing
(Listen)
Death by lyrical injection
I kill you rappers
A lotta green with a yellow complexion
Women call me the Green Bay Packer
I pack the zero's, meaning
to the slaughterhouse
Before it burns us all
The sound of the screams
Behind their walls
Flesh cut by the pound
Gasoline and toss a match, ash to ash, in the ground
(You are now listening to Arabmuzik)
(Slaughterhouse) My real name, my rap shit
No made up nigga, I'm straight up, nigga
Still in the projects
in the Birmingham jail
Dancing in the Birmingham jail
He took a hundred dollars off a slaughterhouse Joe
Brought a brand new Michigan twenty-gauge
He
dancing in the Birmingham jail
Dancing in the Birmingham jail
He took a hundred dollars off a slaughterhouse Joe
Brought a brand new Michigan
my basement (haha)
Feminist women love Eminem
"Chicka, chicka, chicka, Slim Shady, I'm sick of him
Look at him, walkin' around, grabbin' his
better check to smell it
Eminem starts with E, better check the spelling
With a capital, somebody grab me a Snapple
I got an Aspirin capsule trapped
masons
Pregnant teens give birth to intelligent gangsters they daddies faceless
Play this, by ya stomach, let my words massage it and rub it
I'll be his
While I was learning to live
we all were living a lie
I guess you got what you wanted
So I will settle for a slaughterhouse soaked in blood
Then I walked by a bedroom and it sounded like somebody was getting killed
I walked in on MGK holding a knife to Eminem's daughter
So I punched him in
The good dying young young young young
Expanding Club 21 one one
Shot four times then by a SUV overrun run
Turn argument over a watergun gun gun
y'all, if I did drugs or if they did me
Nah, we were just doing each other
We were side by side like everyday
Didn't care if we ruined each other
Back
You brag about swag and your feminine trends
I belittle your riddle you Skittles with Eminem's friends
So I ain't trying to play with you, this
a elephant
I move cars like spinnin rims
I'm in a class all by myself like the brown Eminem
Not to down Eminem, I fuck black bitches
Fuck white bitches, nigga
Some cats grow by the laws of the wild
Some learn slower and lag in the mud
Some stand up in defense of a style
Some let the big dogs eat them up
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