way about you baby.. Chorus: mad about you baby, mad about you baby I want you for my boo, i'm so in love with you mad about you babe, mad about you
Marquis] Extra extra, hear all the bad news About the wacky-wack MCs and the ones like you Because I've done everything that you have tried And I've been accepted where you
: You all know the Bible Is made of Testaments old and new You been told it's just those two parts Or only one if you're a Jew But what if I were to
You know what, yo? You a bitch! You should have a travel agent cause you a trip You should make your own toilet tissue since you the shit But all you
I'm the one, with the bong, and the bag of weed I'm a pothead And everybody knows it's so drop dead If you will oppose it I'm the one whose burning Back
't be getting mad! What You Mad? Can't Handle that! Can't be getting mad! What you mad? Can't handle that! Can't be getting mad! What you mad? Can't handle
To Forget The Shit And When They Talk About They Past And Lovers And You Get Mad At The Though Of It Giving Ass To Others Yet You Find Peace With Yourself
try to find the defendant You silly rappers, still yappin about your cars and your wheels Truthfully you need to focus more on buildin your skills You
later I'm living, in a house with a fuckin elevator [Verse 1: Eminem] Haters gettin mad, they done had enough of Shady You slay me, nothin you say
how you jealous ones envy I shoulda knew better from the first few letters you sent me The first two letters you were tellin' me shit Like you respect
fool me so he's mad He has no choice but to scream And raise his voice up at me Cuz it annoys him to see that I ain't scared [Chorus] You aint no motherfucking
cheap, motherfucker if you're really feeling froggish, leap Yo slim, you gonna let him get away with that? He tried to play you, you can't let him skate
home, how about that? Chorus: I make you think you're a best friend then Why I oughtta Hit a bitch snake from the back, I make you think you're a best
this joint right here is about When you goin' through mad shit And it just seem like you get out of it, nowhere and shit You thinkin' you puttin' your
sundae? Do you want to talk about it? Miley: NO! Robbie: ok?. you had a fight danana, she made you mad, and now you sit and stuff your face you got the
's Now you niggas hate me You can't see me motherfucker your focus is off You can't be me motherfucker, you're broke and you're soft Too many niggas
s a voice in my head I gotta lotta voices, but this one's mislead He tells me to drink toilet water an shit "Do you do it?" No..YES!! I can't help it
Soul leaves but I'm not mad Oh, fuck it, yes I am It's either me or them Chorus Sun up, big see is blue Not working how 'bout you? Don't even fight
