Come over in my coupe car Come and shake head with a rapstar [verse 2] Step over! I'll be back! And while again! And again and again, I'm the boss in my
play, Man there said, "Come back some other day, You sound like a hillbilly; We want folk singer here." Well, I got a harmonica job, begun to play, Blowin' my
: Yo.. yo! (* Eminem hachs up spit *) Mic check.. (My dick!) Testing.. one, two (* Eminem hach-spits on mic *) Ffff-fuck.. (My dick!) My nuts.. My attitude
and through your connects Def Jam, you pushed over five million SoundScan And not to mention, your co-horts and henchmen Dame, Biggs, Lyor, Kev' and Russell
done took all I can my granny stays on my ass With regulations and rules without my moms and dads And plus my kids gotta eat thats why my freedom must
Let us around, What's that sound? It's goin' down [Chorus:] Fuck all y'all, Fuckin' with my mind, Until you all fall, Misanthropy Fuckin' with my mind
bitch [chorus] My paper born, my paper grows My paper developin', but he doesn't die She likes my style - Com'on guys! My paper born, my paper grows My
on that cash if you decide to invest You sound like Big, you sound like Jay, you sound like D And I bet, when I go plat, you'll sound like me Shabaam
forget those screams (yea!) Till the shots go off! "But that's what you get for stuntin' on my block show off" Get over us, get over us or kiss my Ak (
oppurtunity Too make a difference in music but gave no oppurtunity Nothing new or fresh just the same ass sound Same ol' producers with the same ass sound Up and coming
cash if you decide to invest You sound like Big, you sound like Jay, you sound like D And I bet, when I go plat, you'll sound like me Shabaam Sahdeeq
Yo.. yo! (* Eminem hachs up spit *) Mic check.. (My dick!) Testing.. one, two (* Eminem hach-spits on mic *) Ffff-fuck.. (My dick!) My nuts.. My attitude
over "because you got a Benz and a black Range Rover" or in my four, hittin' corners on switches mad cause I got a car low, full of bitches my style is
