a boost, Let's play a round of football, Trip you and make you fall, Push you up on the wall, And then make you kiss a doll, And then every fairy has to give himself a
that you started With a nigga that's stupid, whose piece is retarted I'm keepin parts of your name and your look Parts of your brain, pick a part to sling
so freely Fuck XXL you're a size too small I should hire Eminem so we can kill you all Whether you live to talk shit about the Real Then kiss my ass in
streets is like a curse Niggas frontin' for a bitch It's like you beggin' to die Like bear huntin' with a switch A part of my heart is gone I could
case Just Hawaiian shirts, hangin with little Chase You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a Stan I still whip your ass, you thirty-six in a karate class
touch a Type a brother that'll, fuck yo mother, wit a fishnet rubber I'ma misfit slash, nitwit I love to put up biscuts, straight to a niggaz lips, it
reign murder you all in his name Bismallah with a fist and a pistol I dismiss the kiss from a Hiss giver, wrist slitter, male bitch a witch with a twist a
With a nigga that's stupid, whose piece is retarted I'm keepin parts of your name and your look Parts of your brain, pick a part to sling in your hooks
'cause every cities got a ghetto and every ghetto got a hood Take a good look around you 'cause there's a D Block near you [Eminem] Welcome to D Block
to know? You told me to duck down It's the fuckin' bouncer Did she just kiss him? I don't think so Dog, she just fuckin' kissed him No she didn't She's kissin
blink of an eye No, you just never know how tomorrow will go So let's make sure we kiss goodbye Let's make sure we kiss goodbye Let's send up a prayer
even keep it a secret Nigga I did it from a mind of a mental patient When glocks wave you can save that conversation for satan You brave? [Chorus: Eminem
freely Fuck double XL, you're a size too small I should hire Eminem so we can kill you all Whether you live to talk shit about the Real Then kiss my
jail bars Jigga, no pies, no case Just Hawaiian shirts, hangin' with little Chase You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a Stan I still whip your ass, you thirty-six in a
, you might just give it a little kiss" And that's the message that we deliver to little kids And expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris is
light you saw, was a paparazzi flash I'm tryna snap a picture through your Maserati glass [Chorus] [Eminem] ?there are enough insults in my head to fill up a
ever had a multi platinum sellin' CD I was a baby, maybe I was just a couple of months My faggot father must have had his panties up in a bunch 'Cause
her across the Sahara (Bitch!) You aware of this rap terrorist with a therapist With a hair up his ass like a rabbit crawled up his pants Got a habit