Songtexte:
Eight Legs

lied on a polygram These ogs talk about back in the days I have an r.i.p. sign on your myspace page Im your top eight nigga Drop eight nigga GCT coupe

the spider Epilogue: Spider: Well, they found my diary today. They were appropriately appalled at the discovery of the eight victims They're now putting it all together. Women wrapped in silk with one leg missing Eight legs

up in my face 'Cause stupid bitch, you'll get served Get on my dick, and stop steppin' I'm startin to loose all my nerve Your thirty-eights, your forty

Let's shoot him in his kneecaps, he'll never see it coming [Eminem] He ain't got no legs, they cut 'em off at the stomach He's got mechanical legs and

to be immediately freezen while you breathen and you'll be leavin in the recieven room in the seat of a jesus you hate on this we'll be waiting on eight

muthafucka) Yo, it's New Year's son (fuck ya'll niggaz, this ain't no Yo, Ghostface, my gold is fifty hundred, I want my money) NINE! EIGHT! SEVEN! SIX

: It's eight a.m. I roll out my silk sheets Get fly crash the limo back seats Lookin' in the faces Of some ladies that I never met On the interview tip

wondered how I did It may be pointless to describe her But she has the power of gravity She used a voodoo force on me Big tits high ass Long legs flat

so many more everyday Summer is coming to an end And the celler in the morgue is a nest now One thousand poisonous creatures Eight thousand poisonous legs