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drive by your countryside
Stick out your thumb if you need a ride
No one knows just where this road will lead (hey)

Well it's high time you and I got

Never ever cheated but don't play by the rules (Hell naw)
Me and all my brothers stick together like glue
(Yes sir)

Tired of all these women
(All these

Doe Rae Me (Hailie's Revenge)

Eminem

Straight from the Lab

2003

put E before the D, 'cause that's all you on
You on Pac's dick (bitch), you a replica, guy
If he was still alive, you would never get by (for real)

I’ve never been one who doesn’t take full
Responsibility for his actions, but damn
I really don’t deserve this
If I hadn’t traded my blue Marc Jacobs

O Death
Won't you spare me over for another year?

Long time coming, long time running
Fill my lungs with dust
 and zombies shuffle away from him
I

now
Ooh la la la la la la
la la la la la la
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But all of this fear won't take my soul
Sticks and stones may break my

shit from the get go
Get to growling this forty barking like we in Petco
I don't know
Nigga what's there to think about?
Take his stones on my momma we

break our bones,
And you may throw sticks and stones,
And regret it in the end.
Our shattered spirits broken,
Trapped by our life’s devotion,
Who are we

Come on try me bitch
Come on try me bitch
You may hate my songs
But I’m sure you’ll sing
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But I got blood flowing

my breath
And all I really want to know
Is this all that's really left?
I don't know what I've been told
But this shit is getting old
Sticks and Stones

but
Use it as fuel even when trouble is home
But if the sticks and stones may break your bones
Remember, you are not alone

When you hear the flies are

but I’ll be right back

I lose myself in a way
but I’ll be right back

If you can’t reach my phone
Then I’ve been taken home
I got my sticks and stones

with this shit
Little bitch, you don't wanna play with my stick
Roasting your block with sticks and stones
Roasting your block with chrome on chrome

legs
All receipts by Fedex
Strollin' my ass on the jet
Hey, look
All this strippers on me
When I stroke, got it clean
All this stones 'bout to freeze

bout my life
That's what they wanna hear
Demons tried to take me over
So I faced my fears

My heart stone cold
They don't know how I feel
But lately
I'ma

by QC prepared me for the danger (hey)
My stick got a scope like a Texas park ranger
I look up to Mom and Mom only
I ran up a sack in some orange

the box, beat sticks

Four by four, fresh out the tank
Call me Santan, cah, I'm fresh out the bank
Sheep skin coat, fresh out the lamb
Dvla, fresh out

street nigga
Im like jigga in my bity get ya top off off a look
Take a nigga bitch & make her think she mine imma tell her this my first but shit i do this

am mended
Mended
By mercy mended
Mended
I am mended
Mended
By mercy mended
Stick and stones may break my bones
But you bring the dead bones back

Confession confession Confession confession
Spitted saliva when you pass Me by

Words never shake me
Stones ain't break me
Sticks never break me
Hustle I am

Even built my suit of armor
So them sticks and stones

You toss them way too soft
Throw them harder
You a weakling, oh my mama
If I speak it, then I mean

The Night We Called It a Day

Manchild

The Night We Called It a Day

2002

at the top of my lungs convicted by stone tablets as a felon
A nocturnal being of love since the grown of time
Watch the sunrise with both my daughter's eyes

cannot erase
Take copy and paste
Penning these verses and eight
The penmanship I exude is of dystopian taste
Characterized by world issues full
Of drama

of multiplayer to zombies
That some call of duty, hop on the sticks we playing warzone
Being locked up in the house got me going loco
Shawty ain’t hit me back yet