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to having violent psychotic
Quick devour polish it, politics
By the way I'm higher than the Eiffel Tower tip
I like writin'
But I will stick this pencil
swallowed his razor (wsssht)
Say no more, my back be parked against the wall
Trooper square holding, 'Face don't give a fuck about the law
Take off
the thermometer, ever kilometer
Rise by heat pressure, your thermostat couldn't measure
Royal Familia, atoms bombs from Asquilia
Dark Ages, so read the page, Mike
a heel
You'll meet a fellow who is on the square with you
And you ignore him, have no time for him
Or he will say, "Let's go" and set your heart aglow
you like what you see
move, groove, proove
You can handle me
By the looks I got you
Shook up and scared of me
Buckle your seatbelt,
It's time for
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
rather count up
Gossipin' another's shit is so childish
Keep that from 'round us
No squares in the Pentagon
By silent alarm, you then have alerted
I'm the shit cause I'm on one
Finna nosegrind like a skateboard, that's your bitch? Well I ain't sure
You a square, nigga, there's a name for it
You
from the back, then I skrrr skrrr
Young boys fucking up, they don't learn
Section on my T-shirt
Big racks stuffed in my D squares (Racks!)
I pull
the stick, yeah and sat him down
My nigga Nut so slick, they ain't pat him down
I got a hundred niggas on my line
A hundred squares at a time, nigga, hold
future plans got 'em on today's to-do list
'Cause he rollin' wit more squares then you would find up on a rubix
Bingo, money ain't a thing ho
That
black his eye, that's no lie
I'm on my square, blowin' circles in the air, of that purple
I'ma boss and you a worker, listen here boy don't make me hurt
black his eye, that's no lie
I'm on my square, blowin' circles in the air, of that purple
I'ma boss and you a worker, listen here boy don't make me hurt
black his eye, that's no lie
I'm on my square, blowin' circles in the air, of that purple
I'ma boss and you a worker, listen here boy don't make me hurt
black his eye, that's no lie
I'm on my square, blowin' circles in the air, of that purple
I'ma boss and you a worker, listen here boy don't make me hurt
black his eye, that's no lie
I'm on my square, blowin' circles in the air, of that purple
I'ma boss and you a worker, listen here boy don't make me hurt
just blow my guy
I'm so paid I'm so fly
Your baby daddy disrespect me black his eye, that's no lie
I'm on my square, blowin' circles in the air,
minded executive became a wealthy guy
And so he wed his secretary
They settled down in Waterbury
And they commute by stratos-ferry
My, they love
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
many love and slain by bullets wit dead aim
I weathered the change.
Stormed through the streets in the range
Can't complain, a n**** live to die in da
just vamped
And left a nigga stuck with no kind of get back
Now I even get shook by the hoodrats
Cause they know what the fuck they gon' get
Took for
Give me a little old fashioned love the kind that lingers through the years
The kind that's made by God up above give me a little old fashioned love
girl, I'm in it
So forget it, I ain't quittin' 'til I touch every square inch of your walls
Shawty here we go, go, go, go, go
Take your clothes off slow,
No need for you to set alone,
Just waiting by your telephone
Cause I ain't gonna call you any more.
Oh I gave you love and you broke my heart,
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