Lyrics:
livin in the middle of your homie's discussion
I'm an opponent who doesn't give any hope of recoverin
I am not Eminem or Webby
Ian's only begun with
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-know-what
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-know-what
Believe it you gonna lie
Believe it you gonna ride
By the words that we speak
You gonna live or die
Like it's time for the real ones to step it up
Like
The days are cold livin' without you
The nights are long, I'm growing older
I miss the days of old, thinkin' about you
You may be gone, but you're
[Proof]
Yo, ay yo turn the heads and the mics up
We got the Dreadknaughts, you know what I'm sayin
Super MC, you know what I mean
Bugz, Dirty and all
my basement (haha)
Feminist women love Eminem
"Chicka, chicka, chicka, Slim Shady, I'm sick of him
Look at him, walkin' around, grabbin' his
House on a hill and raise up a couple babies
She's livin' proof that some stupid boy's the only reason a girl goes crazy
He walks in with someone new
Leave him with his socks, hard bottoms and bloomers on
And hang him by his balls from the horn of a unicorn
Y'all niggas intellect mad slow, y'all fags
yeah
Just to be livin my dreams
Yeah I make a movie with this
Got Bhird shootin the clips
I got the proof in the pudding
Nobody can do it like this
Live
homie I'm watched by the police
Cops out patrollin', grab a Glock-40
Snipe at the squad car, story notinh
Fuck it if you want beef, click-clack, wack
all like, "Oh my God, it's him"
"Becky, oh my fucking God, it's Eminem"
"I swear to fucking God, dude, you fucking rock"
"Please, Marshall, please
all like, "Oh my God, it's him"
"Becky, oh my fucking God, it's Eminem"
"I swear to fucking God, dude, you fucking rock"
"Please, Marshall, please
murdering niggas
(Eminem) You'll never stop me)
Ha! Scared to die
(Eminem) You'll all get shot)
The country bud got me chokin'
I'm on a mission to the point
I heard it the night it came out
2015, by then I’d also heard about
‘Infinite’, ‘SS’ and ‘MM’ LP’s
To ‘Eminem Show’, ‘Encore’, ‘Relapse’, ‘Recovery’
better call a Lyft
I don't mess with the fake counterfeit
You can tell by the way that I spit
It's legit on my momma dem
I know that I'm blessed
So no
like a pack of assholes
You'd probably get attacked by some 3rd graders
I like the old school songs
Like 2pac, Biggie, Eminem, Dr. Dre & other 90's
with a moon rise
Don’t want an Eminem, food dies
Cause everytime I do, Proof dies
Blue Skies, blue skies, let out a few sighs
Never started out rich like
Niggas say the west ain't winnin', I'm just tryin' to find the proof
Speakin' of Proof, I'm 'bout to roll one with Snoop
Blow the smoke out to your
Niggas say the west ain't winnin', I'm just tryin' to find the proof
Speakin' of Proof, I'm 'bout to roll one with Snoop
Blow the smoke out to your
Niggas say the west ain't winnin', I'm just tryin' to find the proof
Speakin' of Proof, I'm 'bout to roll one with Snoop
Blow the smoke out to your memory
Hear my thoughts their saying
(No No No No)
Say you got a heart but dang it's beating so slow
(You the livin)
Your the living proof that people
why people ignore you like you aint even talkin
You chit chatter and get splattered by a disease beat addict
That spit spontanious like a Prayin Mantis
livin' in is fucked
Industry rule number four thousand and eighty one
Your new shit ain't good as your old shit
'Til your new shit is your old shit, son
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