't run anymore It's silent now and it's covered up with spider webs That was my grandfather's clock and this song is a story of that clock My grandfather
to bangin' for cheddar Forever bailin' in my overalls and work- (?) Breakin' jaws Dre'sta the Gangsta, Dub C and the Young Hogs [Young Shane] It's the young Desperado! My
only nigga standing I won't leave a witness I'm a thug what you don't see the killa in my eyes With this fire arm, sitting on my side Been patiently
ahead and try to turn up the heat 'Cause with my sword drawn you're gonna feel defeat The seat occupied to the right of my God Is the reason why I've got my
Sad eyed lady of the lowlands Where the sad eyed prophet say that, "No man comes" My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums Should I leave them by your gate
-eyed lady of the lowlands Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums Should I put them by your gate Oh, sad
will trying to find the need What makes to another for the way it goes The facts to a making are turning gold One by one they set to fall So distinguished alarming
on your way by to say hi I'm feelin' crazy It's 7 o'clock in the a.m. In 15 minutes this alarm will be ringin' At work, no one will feel my pain It's
some toes gettin' stepped on My name is Tephlon, hook 'em like it's methadone Whenever the record's on, set the bomb, test my arm I'm never alarmed,
Time] Song Produced By: Marshall 'EMINEM' Mathers and Shady Records Rewritten Version By: Dom 'D-Boi' NiA±o and Anthony 'New Shady' Kuriger Real Performance By: Marshall 'EMINEM' Mathers New Performance By
from my valentine, This voodoo's doing me harm, Ooh, ooh, raise the alarm, Maybe, this is the moment to pray dear, But I'd rather lay by your side
the fire Every time I'm by your side Ain't no two ways about it, boy You gotta go Same-ish (Oh) Different day I said I can't go on living my life this
know my flow, you know my stilo Even pack my gat when I go to see my PO Jump out my hooptie, pass my gat and my lucci to my shorty In case my PO try
to start BRINGIN it First cannibalistic rhymer, eatin bitch niggaz by the statistics, like, Jeffery Dahmer's Huh, scrapin you like a SCULPTURE, murder you for the VULTURE My dozen dirty, my
the chance that you'll drop by I still park on my side of the drive Every night I make sure That your alarm is set I still turn down your side of the
that my rhymes is to abbrasive and agressive (what?) My street warrior attitude aint impressive I move onto the scene like a graphic I flow like traffic I'm at my
say Today is the day And I'm on my way See you when you're wandering by And you still catch my eye Blow my mind Cause my face you won't recognize I
sharing my time Letting someone into my misery I told it all step by step How I landed on the island And how I swim across the sea And it crosses my