don't want him no mo, he's cold product they moved on to the next schmoe who flows He knows dove and sold nada So the soap opera is told and unfolds
don't want him no mo', he's cold product They moved on to the next schmoe who flows He nose dove and sold nada So the soap opera is told and unfolds
Well, I do pop pills I keep my tube socks filled And pop the same shit that got Tupac killed Spit game to these hos Like a soap opera episode Then punch
and yellow purple hills I've climbed the highest mountain Once or twice but who's countin' But nothing compares To these blue and yellow purple hills [eminem
it big like Costco and we back in this bitch like a tampon still fuck dirty, Em's clean like a bar o' soap and you were so slick, on some baffoon shit
dungeon dragon Raah, raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon Raah, raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon Raah, raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon (Eminem
in the Ronald Reagan days When we put satellites in space When boys wore skinny leather ties, oo-oh-oh Like Don Johnson from Miami Vice When Eminem
nigga you rhyme for this Pussy I ride for this, and did time for this That's why I'm convinced you fear, that I'm convicted Until elevens in soaps, and
for free, that's not how its supposed to be but fuck it, you can find me at home lonely Praying to my Eminem shrine holding a rosary [SOS] I can battle
Shady [Eminem] Well I do pop pills, I keep my tube socks filled Pop the same shit that got Tupac killed Spit game to these hoes, like a soap opera episode
ass nigga that's droppin the soap Get choked out and beat, put your head in a vise-grip and turn til you motherfuckers tell me the right shit [Eminem