Lyrics:
reverse, the sharpening wing of the edge of a sparrow, for suitable reckonings too numerous to mention, as the queen is fat she is devoured by rats there is
Can I get a break like a wishbone
Wrist on froze I got stones in my earlobes
10 toes, down and came up by a 10 fold
Nympho, let me touchdown in her
upside down
Here, let me turn this motherfucker up right now
That's why they call me Slim Shady (I'm back)
I'm back (I'm back) (Slim Shady) I'm back
lose it, but he found it down the line
You could take it as a sign that he'd be just find
Never mind all the pain and the hurt left behind
When you're
Nice and calm
Do do do do do do do do
Then the winds pick up a storm
Ooooooooooo
Waves raw and mourn
Zeus is striking down his arm
Palm a load of lines
no other fucking name
And do this all by myself ain't nobody that can claim
Said I only make music for me not whoever booming it
I do this cause I love
swerving in between the lines
I'm tryna see a better way
I still feel hatred
Uncle Bobby's still incarcerated
Grandma died in Vegas
Grandpa moved
the place for me...
Sitting on the beach
Sucking margaritas
Watching the parade go by...
God bless that Genius
Who invented bikin's
Polka dotted, string
What you wanna smoke some ZaZa? I brought a bow out, Ha, yeah
Bitch I got the jewels, what the fuck
Ayy, I've been destined for the cheese it's well
em down like dominos
Then found a queen to
Achieve the impossible
Are you the type that make me
Tell dem hoes adios
Cause she been by my side
Thru
money ain't
counterfeit
Give 'em 211 get 'em in line and let 'em 20 so(?)
Cut that money let's be up, which you want to ride, the
Benz or the Truck
Back
of engineering
To rival the great pyramids and cheese in a can
He's in a band called "Birds" and it work ?
With a root down deeper than the pockets on his
the grotto
Lapped over by penitent streams
Softened by remorse for chasing inedible cheese
What else
My duffel heavy with expectations
I drop that at last
He sat down on the bank and wrote this four line refrain
And I recall that song by John Dillon James
Well, I got my ticket for the ride in the sky
Uh, yeah, uh
Been standin' in line since Thursday
I heard a rumor they might be droppin' them early
Should have 'em just in time for your
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Ooh, there's big fandango in the wrangle
Ooh, there's loads on loads of g-strings and marble bags
On this beach, leave you
Yo
Okay, it’s Nicky Nick
From the crib
You trying to hate
I’m trying to live
I’m trying to play
I’m trying to give
Your second string the violin
Work
quite fine with my minor things
I don't want the fame just want the cheese
So I'm pulling strings from behind scenes
It was all a dream seemed far fetched
for a couple of hours
You go fishin', tell y' what to do
Go set down by the grassy dew
Take a piece of string, tie it on yo' pole
And throw it way
wide open wit ya mouth wide
Got detectives tracing yo body
With the chalk line
Say real smoke is every night you
Got to sleep wit ya chrome
Nigga be
in the south
Already know what we bout
Steadily holding it down down
Said I, I
I got it now
Beats and the flow I got it now
Cheese rolling in by
phone now
You can catch me by my self I ride alone now
I been doggin out this bitch she wanna bone now
I might pull up, say what's up and then roll out
on a very thin line, o my god its a vibe
When I'm feelin on your thighs
Simillar to money coz you stuck inside my mind
Girl you should come by
We got time
When I was born, the doc he held me by my ankles
Smacked my red behind.
They hosed me down, wrapped me like a bean burrito
Then marked the date
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