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received became more and more frequent
to the point where I would ask my father "Am I the
orphaned son you would never need"?
But oddly enough I worshipped
of the best, the worst of the worst) And more
Much more than this (still here) I did it my way
Let's try this one
Uhh, yeah, gangsta nigga
Put my hustle
of Onegin invented by Pushkin
Sure, and
Now we know each other’s names
Hey
You’re three days
older than me and
There are no obstacles left between us
I mean
Thank you God
I'm glad to see another day
I tried my best
But couldn't find another way
And I don't know if there's anything to say
But I'm so
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
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
drive em
Home theaters, can't Best Buy 'em
These niggas that I roll with
Don't let a single thing get by 'em
King pins and them drug lords
Chi-town,
a publicity stunt? This should be fun
Last album now 'cause after this you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by Eminem
Matthew Mitchell, bi-, I even have
people to buy
Well how's this for a publicity stunt? This should be fun
Last album now 'cause after this you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by
put you on all that shit you on
The originator, kid, look what you done did
Snitched, told a fib, sent feds to the crib
I ain't under arrest, I'm David
in memory cause real rap it is not
So they can stay away and live a couple more days
And create a new album that's inspiring when it plays
In so many
I know she smiles on her boy
I dream of you more, my love goes to Afeni Shakur
'Cause like Anne Jones, she raised a ghetto king in a war
And just for
clothes are not yours, it was his
Right before you blacked out, took that blow
In September, you can't remember
You ripped his nose ring
Right out his
About to run the A
When we drop stanlanta
Bobby Creek
You know his motherfuckin' name nigga
Bobby Creek
He ain't no motherfuckin' game nigga
I'm
you to go
I just implied that
Maybe maybe we needed some
Some Bovril
But the more I think about it the more I think
Maybe this is for the best
Maybe
more
Said we got each other back
And then you put the knife in it like the kitchen drawer
Way I'm feelin' on this album, really took it easy on you
And then guard kind of gets lowered more and more
I think you should release that
Yeah? Very honest? I'm worried people are going to like
No, I think it's
The world by the balls, eatin' out my palm
Every album song I was spazzin'
The fuck out on
And now I'm gettin' frowned and clowned on
But the only one who's
naked papers
You can tell a cat serious about rap and it ain't luck
If 20 years after his first single, his name's stuck
From '74 to '99, did novice
feeling, I know it oh so well
You're reeled in by the millions
And rented cars to
Avoid the day that they throw more shells
I'm in the back observing,
than King David, who for keeping YOUR precepts also understood more than his ancients. How you framed the creation. Proclaimed the arrangements.
maybe you'd actually straighten
Oh, now you hatin'
Well, our GOD really desires obedience more than sacrifices
Not everyone who says His name enters
woah
What you doin' there
I'm takin' this bitch I don't care, Get money and I do not share
he think he the best get put in his place, shout out my
beyond his years, he's the best I guy I know
I find the older I get, it's like the less that I know
This world's confusing, sometimes I feel all
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