[Talking: Obie Trice] New shit Obie Trice, Eminem Get familiar wit it [Verse 1: Obie Trice] Obie the person that came up and deverted Cause of nervousness
wall It reminds me, that it's not so bad, it's not so bad.. 1st Chorus: volume gradually grows over raindrop background 2nd Chorus: full volume with beat right after "thunder" noise [Eminem
as someone mentions me Here's my 10 cents my 2 cents is free A nuisance, who sent, you sent for me? Chorus 2x Verse 3: A tisk-it a task-it, I go tit
BREAST FEED ME MOM? (WAH!) YOU AIN'T GOT NO TITS! (WAHHH!) I lay awake and strap myself in the bed Put a bulletproof vest on and shoot myself in the
hope the heat stroke ya, the misery is over All my deep smokers, I hope the leaf choke ya Hope you'll never be sober I'ma toast to myself I hope the
moving peanuts like a elephant. I'm on cars like spinnin' rims. I'm in a class all by myself like the brown Eminem. Not to down Eminem I fuck black bitches
they got me up in hot rotation As soon as I see 'em yeah I act like I they lil brother But I can't get no sauce on the XXL cover That's why I call myself
stupid shit ma (You left me for somebody else) Sure ya did But I forgive you (Now I must face life by myself) Bynoe do too (yea0 Talk to 'em Bynoe [
little flaming faggots! Chorus Two: Eminem Cause I'm, just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers) I'm not a wrestler guy, I'll knock you out if you talk about me (you talk
'all thought I was gonna rhyme with Riddler Didn't Ya? Bring your bitch I wanna see if this dick gon' fit in her Chorus: Eminem + (Redman Sample) - 2
BREAST FEED ME MOM? (WAH!) YOU AIN'T GOT NO TITS! (WAH!) I lay awake and strap myself in the bed Put a bulleproof vest on and shoot myself in the head
GONNA BREAST FEED ME MOM? (WAH!) YOU AIN'T GOT NO {TITS!} (WAH!) I lay awake and strap myself in the bed Put a bulleproof vest on and tap myself in the
(feat. Eminem) [Whoo Kid:] Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! [Eminem:] SHADY/AFTERMATH... WHOO KID! LET'S GO! 10!
thirty grenades When it comes to ammunition theres 30 30s and Kays And them Trays hold me down like that Du Rag thats on ya waves yo [Eminem Talking
[Eminem] Yo...Dre Man..Make my vocals sound sexy, Come on man, come on man, okaaaay, [Chorus] It feels so wrong cause it feels so right, But its all