Lyrics:
leider vernein'n
Ich bin die graue Eminenz
Kauf dir ein Album – Eminems
Du denkst, du hast 'ne Menge Fans
Doch ich würd dich nicht mal anpissen
Wenn du
a different habitat
Just to cut my grass the landscaper
Make a half a stack
I'm the truth and you a lie, commit suicide
Just dose off in a coffin
And take
knot
Then they wanna call me n***a but he a black cop
Tell a white cop he a h*e, eat a fat c**k
Lil blue pig in a suit, he a mascot
Need a boss eat
Yeah
Tryna figure out the difference
But I think, think the lines are starting to get blurred
I'm in a strange place
I feel like Ma$e when he
the legend of Heath-uh Ledger
My suicide notes barely legible
Read the bottom, it's signed by The Joker
Lorena said I never can leave her
She'll sever my
Root rose above it so I can,
Sit back n laugh, relax
With a spliff in my hand,
Pour it in the sand for the mans
We just tryna stack a hundred grand
They
'boutta hit this muhfuckin' album
(Oh oh-Oh, yeah yeah yeah yeah, whoa)
Yeah-Yeah-Yeah-Yeah
I done seen a lot of things, yeah yeah
Nowadays, sit
Suicide is painless or so it has been said
I could've killed myself but I'd be better off dead
So I took a deep breath, put a gun against my head
Pulled
for me
After you see my G-U-N, a pine box we will see you in
You can't believe it's me again, I B-I-G T-I-M-E
K-I-L-L very W-E-L-L
Go to Hell,
there's nothin' to gain by assumin'
I'ma say the definition of my name- the truest
I shocked 'em like real bullets in prop guns
Creep with baddies in
Verus
Vivre et vouloir beaucoup D'mailles
Pour échappé à la vrai vie yah
Je n'fait pas de feat
J'ai ton cul en photo
Le gun dans le fut
L'album n
like you and recover
The life that I knew as a young'n
In pajamas and Dun-ta-duns
When thunder comes it rains cats and dogs
Dumb niggas like me never
All,
y'all, y'all, y'all haters."
Eazy-E:
Black nigga killa, killa, killa, killa.
Flesh-n-Bone:
I'm servin' these bitches daily. I'm
for Guns 'n' Roses
Yeah! C'mon!
Throw your hands in the sky
And wave em from side to side
And if you're in this life just gettin by
Somebody
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
Constitutional murders Justified Homicides
Paid off assassinations cover up suicides
Walk ups and drive bys or explosive pesticides
However you want
chill now you punch
Larceny? All I see is a bunch of new punks
I'd have you lyin' to ya mother
Bringin' money e'ry day nigga
You ain't even have to pay
The show gun with Shogun to testify
To show somethin'
We hold somethin' that electrifies
N-1 L-B, no one left behind, pause it
Where I grew up in the world
why mi love see guy die
Is it di reason why mi wear diamond
And sleep pon a bed name divan
And Guns n Roses a my band
Bwoy come a flip like phone, you
a way to take back her wealth
By just sitting back and letting us destroy ourselves
No intervention
Earth's been quaking for years
Heavy flow flooded
type of path that u wanna cross
Going nice with clothes, bough-pot of roses,
I'm hot n cozy with these words
Thing is noisy,
Wrist is frozen,
Long
the suicide off my wrist
I am not sure of anything that happens
I am steadfast stand by my actions
If I make the list of dead at twenty seven
Burn the fucking
Roses are red, violets are blue
Your ass looks phat and I wanna feel it too
Pardon me miss, don't mean to get you confused
But Could it be that
This album contains talk of, in no particular order:
Romance, suicidal thoughts, depiction of suicide
Death, violence, self-harm, self-hate
.jpg/300px-GNR_London_Stadium_2017_3_(cropped).jpg "Guns N' Roses")
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