be honest, the smell of these chronic leafs make me hella demonic They compelled me to kill this elderly man And I get these panic attacks, Pop a xanax relapse
: Damn it feels good to be back. I'm having a relapse How the hell did he manage to get more felony charges He's already got life in jail man what the
Lately I've been hard to reach I've been too long on my own Everybody has their private world Where they can be alone Are you calling me? Are you trying
I want you to understand something That when I come up in this bitch, I want them fans jumpin' I want them fists pumpin' in the air, I don't look like
Ohh, it's music to my ears Oh man, how can I describe the way I feel? Fuckin' great, man Okay, let me see, how could I begin? Locked in Mariah's wine
in self inducing a snooze. What else is new? Fuck it what would Elvis do in your shoes? Now here I am three months later, full blown relapse, 'Just get
"Morning, Marshall." "Morning, doc." "So we're discharging you today, how are you feeling?" "Anxious." "Anxiety?" "Well, anxious to get home, anxious
Attack-tack-tackin' a whore with a damn hatchet A knapsack packed with like 40 some Xanax's Shortly come back, I'm tryin to score me some lap dances I'm 'bout to relapse
I was born with a dick in my brain, yeah, fucked in the head My stepfather said that I sucked in the bed Till one night he snuck in and said "We're goin
[Male Medic] Mr. Mathers? Mr. Mathers! Mr. Mathers...Mr. Mathers can you hear my voice? OK he's not responding I'm gonna need an 18 gauge left AC right
There's no escaping There's no place to hide You scream 'Someone save me' But they don't pay no mind, goodbye You're walkin' down a horror corridor It
Yeah, oh, oh, yeah, yeah Oh, I feel like dancing I feel like dancing I smell something in the air that's makin' me high I said, I smell something in
Good evening, This is your fucking captain speaking. We will soon be reaching an altitude of four million and a half feet That's eight million miles
like it's my fault This name rhymes with so many different words, geez So one last time, Mr. Christopher Reeves Won't you break it down for me and just spit the verse, please Eminem
{Em what's goin' on? This is Paul Rosenburg here, faithful Attorney of Law Listen, I listened to the rough copy of your album and ah you know I Just gotta
Yeah, yeah, follow me Come with me to the dark side of the force No man would boldly go to this place The devil only knows of this world So dark and oh
Sake playing in the background, phone rings* [Secretary] Mr. Berman? [Steve Berman] What?! [Secretary] We have Eminem here to see you [Steve Berman](Eminem
glad bags, yeah, glad to be back 'Cause last year was a tragedy that landed me smack dab in rehab Fuckin' doctor, I ain't understand a damn word he said I planned to relapse
