the letter Oh can you fix it for me 24 hour drinking To keep us all off the streets So tonight you'll sleep softly in your bed We are the angry mob
saviour of the hood? Look homie, you don't know me, I wouldn't save you if I could! I sacrifice for suckers and they change me, I'm angry! They selfish
wouldn't say "fuckin'" for six minutes (*click* Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on) My baby's mom, bitch made me an angry blonde So I made me a song,
interragation, hell, liar, liar, panties on fire, Razor blade in the hand, rage you wanna fix, Gotta, gotta fix, fix a man, Burnin' acid, angry sweat
is out to the ladies and gents Tryna do for themselves... You could say that this life is a laugh, I would say it's cool but we here it a lot, So, fix
then they'll get the picture, a legendary mixture Like Jim Beam and Coke, can you cope with that elixir? Drank it, that'll fix ya, why you angry anyway
I wouldn't say, "Fuckin'" for six minutes Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on My baby's mom, bitch made me an angry blonde So I made me a song, killed
right before I finish They say give me some mo' 4 point 6, dodge in the dits Trunck full of brick, enought to build a house To give cats a fix, grand
An armed assailant, a farmer's daughter Texas pavement an a angry father Sometimes a straight line and then sometimes you wander My first time in the
walk to the edge with you, jump off of it, it It sounds like your ready to 'cause these rappers are terrible And the game is unbearable but I'ma fix, fix
walk to the edge with you, jump off of it, it It sounds like your ready to, 'cause these rappers are terrible And the game is unbearable but I'ma fix, fix
for everybody Something for everybody All right Red says time to stop Stop the giving up Run, now ditch the walk Next, get back on top I'm here to fix
takes months to go down long after oil falls I can't get behind any of that I can't get behind the Gods, who are more vengeful, angry, and Dangerous
the letter Can you fix it for me The twenty-four hour drinking To keep us all off the streets So tonight you'll sleep softly in your bed We are the angry
...an anger management class Ya feel me? I'm angry, and I don't really care what they say (I don't really care what they say) I'm angry, nobody better
Maybe you're just too upset inside To give it to me straight Maybe you've become too angry And too close to crying To say anything I can understand Or
up with two dimes, both named Nikki I'm a playa dirty, no passion marks, no hickies Cats make me sick when I roll through y'all city Lookin' like angry
