I could do right now Doodi for you is to rap So I'mma fuck 'til I die, yeah, I'mma do it to death And instead of mourning your death, I'd rather celebrate
motherfuckers got Obie Trice shook Like I'm gonna stand here as a man and let some queer ass funny looking nigga get the upper hand I got issues, got no time, got guns that mourn
Like you motherfuckers got Obie Trice shook Like I'm gonna stand here as a man and Let some queer ass funny looking nigga get the upper hand I got issues, got no time, got guns that mourn
I wonder now how he feels For he ate of Jesse's bread And he slept in Jesse's bed And he laid poor Jesse in his grave Well Jesse had a wife To mourn
out like TV sets Into the banks of our memories (let it be) we'll never forget you Lyin on your deathbed askin for God to bless you Good mourning, good
my life (Look at my life) Look at my life, I'ma gangsta (Gangsta, motherfucking gangsta) Look at my life (Look at my life) Look at my life, I'ma gangsta (Death
to change ya The difficulty to see closely, is mostly It's a critical point, when ya rap niggaz approach me Like the blind, death, dumb, whose mind
[ Verse 1 ] [ Eminem ] It has been said, that there has been known to be blood shed Over bread, men who have bled to death, dead Strapped to beds, bite
How many brothers fell victim to the streets? Rest in peace young nigga, there's a Heaven for a G Be a lie, if I told ya that I never thought of death
out something new, Concerning that bold bushranger they called jack donahue. Now one day as he was riding the mountainside alone Not thinking that the pains of death
yourself For surviving in a world that's so korrupt Agony was the feelin' when I saw his blood pouring Tragedy mess a man look in the mirror then I see the stud mourning
a thug maybe From a drug baby I mean more than just a slight high I mean father I'm blind out my right eye Don't mourn and cry Cause we were born
time I see 'em, is when I glance at pictures But I gotta face the fact, my nigga is gone But I'm a ride to the death, and still I mourn In my life nigga
I'm asking the Lord the same ole questions why you had to die (Pimp) Now as I walk through the valley with the shadows of death My homies gone so I'm
now how he feels for he ate of Jesse's bread And he slept on Jesse's bed, and he laid poor Jesse in his grave Well, Jesse had a wife to mourn for his
brand new world tied to the bed again you're never gonna lose me girl jump on the nightmare come and feel the way i make you shine lay by the death of
in on me The Remington Electric I'm banging on its keys The words appear before me Their meaning's guaranteed A foreboding gloom upon us Of death ribbons