hook-up, and big plan Every where you look'a, he got everybody shook up Running for cover, the big bad WOOF, motherfucker He was like a father figure
ever miss her But another dude kiss her, you lose it, you wanna diss her Wanna hit her, like you hope no one do to your sister Go figure, I ain't got
let go So I'm circling around And I'm keeping to myself Seems like everybody's here But there's nobody else Who makes me want to stick around, Want to figure
an artichoke vegetable, hold stiff Nigga paralyzed from the neck down, my goons stick niggaz Turn soldiers to stick figures, hand on triggers Real life
Ahem.. excuse me! Can I have the attention of the class for one second? [Eminem] Hi kids! Do you like violence? (Yeah yeah yeah!) Wanna see me stick
where he last was spotted His corpse was still movin' but his ass was rotted He kinda smelled a little like Courtney Love I figure if I stick him
s a bad habit. Cuz the next day we're right back at it In the same exact pattern What the fuck is the matter with us We can't figure out if it's Lust
hear some fuckin old fart in a chair sittin on stage, strummin acoustic guitar in your ear So you start to get scared, sit back and spark an idea Figure
s three things I hate: girls, women and bitches Smack bitches that walk up, and drop-kick midgets Call me Boogie Night, the stalker that walks awkward Stick figure
is.. Slim Shady Ahem.. excuse me! Can I have the attention of the class for one second? [Eminem] Hi kids! Do you like Primus? (Yeah yeah!) Wanna see me stick
Shady Ahem.. excuse me! Can I have the attention of the class for one second? [Eminem] Hi kids! Do you like violence? (Yeah yeah yeah!) Wanna see me stick
just to get ill, How many cops can one man kill? Many, plenty, all is any, A pity for your thoughts but death is what you brought, From a public enemy, public figure
wants it for the fame And the bitch silly to think I would look again Cause you lost this nigga and a damn good friend Thought you'd stick around like
: I guess it started when the lights went out And everybody started running round in circles tryin' to figure it out I could feel it Wedged in my ribs
trip Them bitches gettin murked And stick em in tha dirt And gone bout our business And it ain't nothin personal It's all bout tha figures It's M.O.E
: When I write, I suffer. Sticks like a famous name, you can't pencil with paper stains. Something has already clouded my judgment. The price we pay
ha) See this ass kissin yes man Shakin hands with the left hand, get my weap-an, get to stepp-an Fuck every phony ass nigga round me Stick a shaft up
put more hip-hop in Then I might grin but don't pretend that you're down with the C And go and dis me in a magazine How could you figure the brother could