you tell me how to act Try and tell me that you're right I'm nothing to buy that shit Who the fuck are you to say What I should do anyway? Why do you think you
I just don't have the time You bore me with your useless life, but you never know about mine Listen to me closely, do exactly what I say Give me what I want from you
tongues they are after you Wop bop a lu bop Son you gotta move up Flip flop fly Lawdy Miss Clawdy Of what a story dreams to buy Don't need a knife to
kids, I spank that ass, boy you know who we is! (Bone, Bone, Bone!) My homies the greatest! I roll with the best, see? Who in the fuck wanna test these
you wise men, you really make me laugh, With your talk of vast persuasion and searching through the past, There is only greed and evil in the men who
Da 5'9"] Can't stop the hustle, Royce nickel nine Glock stops the tussle, nine shots'll bust you Pine box'll stuff you, fuck you! ("Fuck you!") I am not
or would you do to her What you usually do to a girl who's skin's newer? [as Yoda] "In a world of sin you are, this is turnin into a Torment tournament
fucked up as you woulda been if you woulda been, in my shoes, who woulda thought Slim Shady would be somethin that you woulda bought that woulda made you
You, talk an' you soon will see You don't wanna bump heads with me I know you don't want it with me You, talk an' you soon you will see You know you
can who-ride [Interlude:] ("We are at war!") ("We are at war!") ("We are, we are...") ("We are at war!") Street Fighter ("We are at war!") (Anyone, who opposes me) ("We are
your life See me breathe fire and swallow a knife, right I ain't swallowing nothing, Jack But I can juggalo like you never thought you'd ever know And
Jacob, but you can still call me the jeweler You know how I throw that jewelry on you And this one right here, this is just a tennis bracelet You rock
applesauce Sick of mashing up my teeth beef or ka-knife I'm sick of seeing beef and you thought I meant a fight Oh it's the little things That get you
my weed smoke It's real, grew up in trife life, did times or white lines The hype vice, murderous nighttimes, and knife fights invite crimes Chill on
to women When they attack do you plan to give in? Or will you do like I do and say praise the lord and pass the ammunition? People like us Pick the knife
a bitch is definite Better watch who you stepping with Fuck attention deficit Better watch who the fuck you messin with Just because I Fucked you that
You coo She run's limpin' You end up with funds missin' You foo Come wicked your women become visious and cruel Dump checkin' to some funds with some checks and you
