Lyrics:
It's a wide world out there so much wider than imagined
I can't quite put my finger on the pulse
Of your heart softly beating just beneath the raw
, the noise from (???) be drowned out by the crowd
And you'll be layin´ on the ground gettin´ trampled by people dancin´ , till the club closes
This year we iller than a nun in a cumshot
Getting' double penetrated in a dope spot
By two hard pipe hittin' Niggas
On the orders of Marcellus
at sixteen printing out the CD labels
Making shirts with the iron on the table
I remember listening to Eminem and Royce
Being proud thinking no one does it
smacked up tryna prove sum'n?
You make threats and claim sets, then rain-check, that's fruit punch
I punch fruits till I juice 'em, that's true son!
A line
One day I first saw you on passing by,
I wanted to know your name but I was much too shy.
I was looking at you so hard until you must have had
Once upon a time back in Homer
(Back in Homer, back in Homer)
There lived a little boy known by no one
(Known by no one, known by no one)
So he
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’
Came out the fetus, the meanest emcee
Let off some steam, so obscene
I need breather before you even wake the giant
With an umbilical cord
That will
Because doesn't it feel like these days every time you like something somebody in glasses pops out and is like ""That's made by slaves.""
I see who's
ain't seeming what you meaning nigga, fuck out my way
You're feeling real, right winged, I'll make you feel pain
As valid as the ballots that you claim
One day I first saw you on passing by,
I wanted to know your name but I was much too shy.
I was looking at you so hard until you must have had
out your credit
Low and we done fucking
Walked through the dark by myself
Now the sun coming double D's in the chop
Don't get titty fucked
Feel like
Chorus: (0:15)
Thought we were planning on meeting and seeing each other or some by the end of the month,
You canceled last minute and now I’m left
The power of the sun feel it coarsing through my veins
Superman punch got possessed by Roman Reigns
I've forgotten 'bout my goals now I'm focused
still remained
Within him had bled out in the car
That day in 2000 the mix
Tape campaign made him famous
On the streets and caught
The attention of Eminem
Across a crowded room
I first set eyes on you
My vision was impaired
Obstructed out of view
By those faces in a crowded room
Them bodies in
and whip your fuckin' dick out
Now punch your friend, punch, punch your friend
Get on the fuckin' floor and punch your best friend
Your butt look flat, make
dick out
Indiana Jones and whip your fuckin' dick out
Now punch your friend – punch, punch your friend
Get on the fuckin' floor and punch your best
what I'm sayin'?
True, true man, yo, man, who's your boy over there, man?
Oh that's my man from out of town
Oh word man? Yo what's up, man? My name is
what I'm sayin'?
True, true man, yo, man, who's your boy over there, man?
Oh that's my man from out of town
Oh word man? Yo what's up, man? My name is
Stepped upon
What will it resemble?
Will it punch back?
The eye petrified in dark exterior
Damned by beauty
Damned by light
Damned by its own interior
out by your state
So who's stakes are higher
Double faced wet estates; taste and hate providers
Or future steaks whose eyes are never dry
Born pawns
Battle rap spawn comin' out the dungeon
Booby trap a hacksaw then slice right through his cousin
I heard that you been pushin' that work but ain't
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