spinning for mine You think it's spinning for yours It's spinning for sure But it is spinning for neither Really can either of us be sure Is what it's spinning
: [Eminem] Hi! Original Bad Boy on the case, cover your face Came in the place blowed, and sprayed Puffy with Mase I laced the weed with insect repellant
And wonder why the line's around the corner Cuz the little motherfucker has the dopest shows So one time for my independant women and all the single mothers
back around again! This is for the people of the sun! It's comin' back around again! Uh! Yeah, neva forget that tha wip snapped ya back Ya spine cracked
Hi Original Bad Boy on the case, cover your face Came in the place blowed, and sprayed Puffy with Mase I laced the weed with insect repellent, better
mother .... This here's a three peat we back at the Rucker It's good coke crack preach it to your brother The mic more rap and preach you mother... [
Stop It's the mother fucking remix Uh yeah, Harlem in tact Who in the world wanna problem with that? For real I heard Harlem is back Who in the world
louder than my car system Nigga walked down my block with his rotwiler A sub woofer on a leash each one teach one The DJ spins a new philosophy into
Hi! Original Bad Boy on the case, cover your face Came in the place blowed, and sprayed Puffy with Mase I laced the weed with insect repellant, better
beneath it ...of great dimensions... All we are trying to do, us humans, is that we shall not die so soon [Apathy the Alien Tongue] Over the earth I hover Spinning
night You see things you shouldn't have saw Because the night gets raw Drama is thicker than Skippy's peanut butter Imagine the worried thoughts of a young man's mother
This is for the people that are drinking in a club The people getting' drunk, the people getting fucked up We in the back smoking buds, spinning records
A century spinning--Listen to that Ragtime! (THEY fire their guns. People react. MOTHER and YOUNGER BROTHER are sitting around a table. MOTHER has Sarah
and you're no longer pink but red 'Cause now you are a biter Learnin' from me, so I guess that is Oreida Except if you try to be the original Rhyme imperial
A spiral orbit circumnavigates the axis Fragments, threads of the origin's shape The dreary synopsis of an aeon-old praxis Encircles the thoughts from
mother fucker This here's a three peat we back at the Rucker It's good coke crack preach it to your brother The mic more rap and preach you mother fucker
up all night You see things you shouldn't have saw Because the night gets raw Drama is thicker than Skippy's peanut butter Imagine the worried thoughts of a young man's mother
