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take two steps backward 
Man this shit hurts
To see your mother struggling 
Yo little brothers stomach rumbling
While you shovel shit onto your life 
I

Let me tell y'all a story real quick yo
Uh
So I'm At the bar with friends, I'm enjoying a moment
Full of laughs while they sipping Coronas
I drove so

Often flustered by the butterfliеs in ya stomach
You know pain's comin', strength summoned
No pause on it, somеthing's comin'
And you gotta fix it
But

to decompose, this isn't pain
Rainbow acid rain
Bullets in our brains
Let go of the past we used to go by different names
I tried to look you up but I can't find

His intentions will soon begin to show
You're what I hate the most I want all the smoke

Niggas like you make my stomach sick
Keyboard warrior with

shit crazy
Got some pain up on my sleeve
I ain't no fucking baby
And speaking of baby
By this time I'm posed to be
Having a baby
Man that shit crazy

yo gavel gone hit either way
I'm not bubbly I bust bubbles in my way
25 still console my wrist with the blade
(Cover em' with tattoos, stumbling in my

here

Ice in my veins 
I been hitting like Russell 
The pressure get heavy
Yo blood start to bubble
Can't help to stomach 
The boy at the summit 
I'm

months later, the economy crashed like an SUV
Severance got spent unemployment came and went
Temp-jobs became hard to come by, like money for rent
Pain in

need to vent
Yo, Let me vent, let me vent
Let me vent, let me vent
Can I vent, I need to vent
So let me vent, its been some time since I vented
Let me

divorce (talkin' divorce)
Said daddy was livin' by the fire, and he died by the torch (check, check)
I'm where the AKs is, we like the Bébé's Kids
Ain't

Wicked Ways [Clean]

Eminem

The Marshall Mathers LP2 [Clean] [Deluxe Edition]

2013

I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell

I'm getting by

It's a deep game
And my mama always cryin', yo
There's so much pain

Ohhhh so tired, so tired
("Don't get too close because
You might get shot") ohhhh

You gave it purpose
Now it ain't worth it
You know exactly why the shit was hurting
Now my stomach turning
Baby now it's hurting
Baby now you still

mama always cryin', yo, there's so much pain

Ohhhh
Tired of the strain and the pain
Ohhhh
Tired of the strain and the pain

They got me mobbin'

stomach was empty it seduced
Me to fuck the world
Watch my lil' homies lose
They childhoods to guns
Nobody cries no more
‘cause we all die for fun
So why

Through pain and the gashes
Play the game with a hawks eye
And fly away from the madness

Traveled a lot of miles
Through all 4 seasons
Why do I keep it all

stomach me the bub was lit
Bubbling like lava since a youngin, six
I was wondering yo what is up with this
Crazy ass world I gotta puff to live
That's when

Yo, they always trying to judge
You know, instead of looking At themselves
Trying to figure out their problems
You always trying to find Flaws in

Just tryna get by living in hell
MAC-10s ringing like bells
Mandem sitting in cells
Right, nothing ain't nice
Cold road, everything ice
The other day one

negatives (shit)
Comparing pain with another? It's irrelevant
We all goin' through some shit (yo, yo, yo), but who's tellin' it?
I hated seeing through

it
Yea man this world so crazy
I've been prayin' to god but surrounding by satan
Pop so many Perc's 'til my stomach start aching
Mama told me slow down

you know who I’m is don’t act hoe
Shoot a nigga in the stomach make him lactose
Big dawg stand tall like a flag pole
Went broke turned myself to a trap

I ain't mad at that (oh yeah)
Baby, I ain't mad

There you go with yo bad azz, aye
There you go with yo bad azz, aye
There you go with yo bad azz, aye