gonna harass me Ask me the same ol' bullshit questions Knowin' I'm a thug with bud for days Keepin' a pistol in my possession But a thuggish ruggish
's all about a family And how we roll can I get a witness? Let it unfold We livin' our lives to eternal our souls a-oh, a-oh Hey and we pray and we pray
a punk and pretend I reload buck a little more flee the scene 'Fore the po-po even know what you lookin' for They don't know a motherfucker with a Leatherface
generals need no horse We need AR-15's, twenty Glocks with beams, and TNT Nigga roll with me, burial, fuck the world When I deal, hope I repented 'cuz if the world
a punk and pretend I reload buck a little more flee the scene 'fore the po-po even know what you lookin for They don't know a motherf**ker with a leatherface
a soldier I walk with my weapon across my shoulder Refuse to live, yet impossible for me to say I'd rather die Cause I'm a killer with the devil's eye
soul to the Devil, say, ?To hell with the Pope? At the Benz dealer, spend a hundred thousand cash You feelin' like a hoe, money comin' out your ass In a
with two seats Couple of 5's, a 6, a few jeeps Bag enough coke to last a few weeks In case niggaz wanna test, vest and a few heats You really wanna test
somebody you know (world wide) reminisce, lets do this, pour out some liquor smoke some blunts with your folks they lookin' down on us proud there is a heaven for a
m peelin' rappers' heads, makin' a sam-a-wich Think I'ma turn into and put a bullet inside of a Motherfucker from Westside, a 1987 box I'm headed up,
with something tangible And fly, your own love like a flag It's joy the desire for that which is impossible And accept what you get with a smile
me Slim Shady I'm back, I'm back Thats why They call me Slim Shady I'm back, I'm back I murder a rhyme one word at a time, you never Heard of a mind
kill you" Bitch I'ma kill you! Like a murder weapon, I'ma conceal you In a closet with mildew, sheets, pillows and film you Fuck with me, I been through hell, shut the hell
rappers with murderers for hired hands Police and riot vans, callin us pirate clans Government guide hands, with private plans To damage the game, it's a
corner, weighing 175 pounds, with a record of 17 rapes 400 assaults, and 4 murders, the undisputed, most diabolical Villain in the world, Slim Shady! So crack a
sandblasted Stab your abdomen with a hand crafted pocketknife and spill your antacid Sprayed your motherfuckin' crib up when I ran past it Fuckin' felon, headed to hell in a
' a Limo Hopped in the window, shoppin' a demo at gunpoint A lyricist without a clue, what year is this? Fuck a needle, here's a sword, bodypierce with this Livin' amuk, never givin' a
been chasin' the paper product and givin' lames the pain Accusations of violence you know you done heard of that A quarter of a million dollars for beatin' a murder