the Disco She's fit No shit Buy a ticket, Watch me kick it Can she take a load of this? I got two left feet Yeah, I got two left feet But when I step
I charge you wit some flamin hot heat Two twenty-three blazed all in yo chest Brain waves you dazed up You see death stare you straight in your face Get waked up cause I left
the section, uh-of the Hot Boy$ Full of the 'dro, and ride and chop you whole spot boy Better watch boy, where you be at cause I'm a hit at, three flat
the jams are hot, to the very last drop POP POP in your car or your Jeep or whatever Sometimes people buy 'em like two and three together But did you
to know does she ever wonder, does she remember, does she even care. It's been so long. Now my soul has shattered, left broken glass under her feet
than one glass gesture of jealousy. Remember, three to two rooms, girlfriends made it more, and you always left my singles on the bedroom floor. I should not have left
and stretch my feet out to the pedals Smiling like a hero that just received his medal It was just an old hand-me-down Ford With a three-speed on the
everything that's missing from my life Where'd you come from, you faded sign? Spinning through the centuries Expanding all the time Three worlds at once that blend together Three
first time we meet Eleven. The chickens crowed And i knowed your home My spirit ran to greet you Before my feet left the porch
so much weed you wouldn't believe And I get more ass than a toilet seat Three to the one from the one to the three I met a bad bitch last night in the
know who's drivin a black Mitsubishi) He tried to run so Proof shot him in the knee wit a three piece [Chorus- Eminem] One shot two shot three shots
it's too late I'm triple platinum and tragedies happen in two states I invented violence, you vile venomous volatile bitches vain Vicadin, vrinnn Vrinnn, VRINNN! {*chainsaw revs up*} Texas Chainsaw, left
it's too late I'm triple platinum and tragedies happen in two states I invented violence, you vile venomous volatile bitches vain Vicadin, vrinnn Vrinnn, VRINNN! [chainsaw revs up] Texas Chainsaw, left
Turn my face when I bust a cannon Cuz I don't wear sunblock Ask Drag if the fire is hot shit pop shellz, fall three feet, roll over and stop We warn
: Five bad boys with the power to rock you Blowing your mind so you gotta get into Five, whatcha waiting four if you wanna Three (three) Two (two) One
you gon' die, son Green medicine, blow veterans Run in Adidas store, six more valors, drawers feather skin Haircutted up, hollering, seven through three
: (feat. Sun God, Trife Da God) [Trife Da God] Uh, thirty thousand feet up in the air, up in the lear Dressed in a black tux, forty cal. tucked, strapped
what color you got boo, I got that beige I see y'all from the perihperals? ladies far right from the stage I'm thirty-three, I look twenty-six with big