I'm not the same pick a road cause where you drivin is not a lane and rest in peace to Pimp C life is not a game, taking over the world no pinky just
to hump a dead moose "My bum is on your lips, my bum is on your lips" And if I'm lucky, you might just give it a little kiss And that's the message that
, bitch, eat a motherfuckin' dick Chew on a prick, and lick a million motherfuckin' cocks per second I'd rather put out a motherfucking gospel record
! (I love you!) Oh God my brain is racing (I love you!) What are you doing? Change the station I hate this song! Does this look like a big joke? (No!)
his wick is The trick is to be able to walk big as his dick is And as sick as his music is, or was, still is Whatever, forever, he will be the illest
a minute, did you see my ass? - Is what I meant to say! I meant to say a rhyme that goes this way is elementary! " For the century, Slim Shady's is gonna
a good friend' ...This Is The Beginning Of The End... He hesitates, he thinks, ahh, I'll take a chance Well, whats wrong with taking a chick to a dance
...Ha.. [Part 4: Rock and roll girlfriend] [written and sung by Tre Cool] I got a rock and roll band I got a rock and roll life I got a rock and roll
her I'm confused And she told me to go fuck myself Now I'm alone in this world Nothing left but me But I was born all alone So I guess that's how it's
compete Imagine this: A hundred G 'lex on your wrist Imagine this: About ten karrots on your fist Imagine this: All dime hoes on your list Ha - that
smokes or high or makes me laugh - a ha ha ha! So, here she is, all alone again, hasn't had nothing but strife, every guy she seems to meet is either
she discovers You don't really love her Oh, gonna be a showdown Knock down - drag out Gunslinger shoot 'em up (Chorus) I betcha think this song is about
betcha think this song is about you, I betcha think this song is about you, I betcha think this song is about you, I betcha think this song is about you
me I should leave you alone hah hah, hah hah, hah hah, hah ha tell the freaks to find a man of there own (man a they own, man a they own) [Jay-Z] Fresh
love to kill me Spill three quarts of my blood into the street, let alone the heat Fuck em, we hate a nigga lovin this life In all possible ways, know
: (I read your little book and... Ha ha ha) you need a reason to believe a reason to deceive a reason for the song you're singing and everything
To See Her Go, But I Love To Watch Her Leave But I Keep Her Running Back And Forth Like A Soccer Team, Cold As A Winter Day, Hot As A Summer's Eve, Young Money Thieves, Steal Your Love
a joke when you Kissed me in your room and replied "I love you too" I'm a little bit insecure From all of this mistreatment But see I'm workin it out Workin it out is