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A battle with his subconscious, Eminem did it
Played on guitar
Plan B did it
Man, your not original you criminal, rip off artist
of this throne
Turn a blind eye to problems happening here at home
Then send a million man militia over seas to break bones
You bitches
ain't equipped with
the cheapest thing on me
Feeling like a knee high with all this pussy on me
White air forces
Challenger horses
I look good
I know you can't afford this
Champagne
he plays, he gets a hand
The rhythm he beats puts the cats in a trance
Nobody there bothers to dance
But when he plays with the bass and guitar
he plays, he gets a hand
The rhythm he beats puts the cats in a trance
Nobody there bothers to dance
But when he plays with the bass and guitar
dance, can't find my drink or man
Where are my keys? I lost my phone, phone (oh, oh, oh)
What's goin' on on the floor?
I love this record, baby, but I
She played the fiddle in an Irish band
But she fell in love with an English man
Kissed her on the neck and then I took her by the hand
Said, "Baby, I
he bows to ovations that he gets
But the hands that are applauding are slippery with sweat
And saliva is falling from their smiles
So dance dance
now, ooh, the humanity"
"Now, with the help and support of the woman I love."
"Urging the people to evacuate the city as Martians approach."
into the well-fed earth
One of which, a liberty apple, after being watered in
Was tamped by a baby barefoot
With a bow hanging in her hair
Biting her
shakin like jello
Hard to speak after the hello
Try to find peace with my fellow
Man it's hard just to be mellow
Voice of reason speaks with an echo
Try
justified
Yours is just a lie
That's why you cry
A man is legitimized by what's inside
So we must decide
You got a unique light that's your glow
It's gordo
of valor, for the
entrance to this cave is guarded by a creature so foul, so cruel
that no man yet has fought with it and lived! Bones of four fifty
men lie
is not their "kind"
Not one with the undead
Nor fodder for the live and fiending
I'm a challenger of every horde
That would try to live by loathsome
he plays, he gets a hand
The rhythm he beats puts the cats in a trance
Nobody there bothers to dance
But when he plays with the bass and guitar
don't even start
He says ooh ah you and guitar man
You're far too old and ugly
There he is in the mirror
You know him by the awkward look on his face,
you always on my mind like
Dance, dance, dance, dancing on the bar like
I'm Mick Jagger and you play guitar like
Dance, dance, dance, dancing
Won't you play your guitar for me?
Love is the coat she wears
Blue are her eyes that stare
Into the misty cloud
There is a man who plays
That
my mans
'Bout to play with these bands (play with them)
'Bout to play with these bands
You can't come to the land
Got that bitch in my hand
That
when my daddy had that 300 thang or the caddi mane
3 bars on a Cadillac man it was clean then a hoe
Had a firebird with them firebirds I ain't talkin'
Mandy: Coming bursting in here first thing in the morning
with some tale about Oriental fortune tellers...
get out!
Wise Man 1: No.
he plays, he gets a hand
The rhythm he beats puts the cats in a trance
Nobody there bothers to dance
But when he plays with the bass and guitar
to the bag, I hope you don’t fumble
Make ya man dance Imma make ya man shuffle
Drop em off, dug his own grave with a shovel
Knock it off, you on the fall like
I'm a man on fire
Walking through your street
With one guitar
And two dancing feet
Only one desire
That's left in me
I want the whole damn
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