call a friend Fed up with your attitude and fed up with your style fed up with your butthead friends and hat your smart-ass smile fed up with the goofs
: (feat. Dr. Dre) {sound of static} [announcer] Meet Eddie, twenty-three years old. Fed up with life and the way things are going, he decides to rob
This is Ken Kaniff, and I'm still mad as hell...fuck you) (Eminem) I'm crazy with this razor with this razor I'm crazy With this crazor I'm razy, razor
: [Eminem] Yo, speed racer, 97' burgundy Blazer Wanted for burglary, had to ditch the mercury tracer I'm on some low ish, I'm fed up wit the being broke
: Im crazy with this razor with this razor Im crazy With this crazor Im razy razor crazed Im crazy (ok Im re-loaded) go bring jay-z (tell them him
asphault (FED UP!) Hold your head up, I'm circlin the block, keep your eyes up Wise up, before you get sized up (TIED UP!) Play no games, speakin on my
: Light switch, yellow fever, crawling up your bathroom wall Singing psychedelic praises to the depths of a china bowl You've got venom in your stomach
bodies that's buried in holes of many ditches (Many, many) homes, plenty chrome up on my whip (Plenty) stop for you make me run up on your block and cock
{Meet Eddie, twenty-three years old Fed up with life and the way things are going He decides to rob a liquor store But on his way in, he has a sudden
lock But never crack the case cause the defendant's a bad cop You feel me fam? The devil's got a plan That's why Farrakhan formed a Million Man up in
Meet Eddie, twenty-three years old Fed up with life and the way things are going He decides to rob a liquor store (I can't take this no more, I can't
Admit if you was sittin up in yo room hi Loaded up in yo tape deck ready to write yo tape next Me I do hot sex Razor blade and alcohol swarzanigga ceremonial
muhfucka kickin' the petty Down with a tango on my razor fade Peanut butter complexion to silly processions Of bitties a fifty sack got some reefers and a razor
ching, ching What about the money that I spent up today? Ba da, ba ba, ching, ching, ching Ba da, ba ba ba, ching, ching What about the money that I spent up
Light switch, yellow fever, crawling up your bathroom wall Singing psychedelic praises to the depths of the china bowl You've got venom in your stomach
fed up it's time to go head huntin' Dead up too many crews be frontin' I'm fed up it's time to go head huntin' Get up I'll break ya down a little somethin