White trash feel wave of discontent Lost your place in this society Your lack of perfection And direction its time you left it all behind White trashed
Try to find a reason why youre so lost within you Might want to express the feelings youve locked inside your heart Burning up overheated with confusion
Under a bridge you sit alone Waiting for that empty mind The noise it drives through your head Like a sound wave from the core Under a bridge you sit
soon MC's get stuck, head first back in they mother's womb This shit is written, in my eyes I'm the illest MC spittin (what?) Leavin all of you cats shittin
know who's drivin a black Mitsubishi) He tried to run so Proof shot him in the knee wit a three piece [Chorus- Eminem] One shot two shot three shots
girl Three. . . Staying laced in diamonds and pearls (to be me) That's the way you gotta treat a girl [Verse One] Uh oh When I was broke cats was like
Turn my face when I bust a cannon Cuz I don't wear sunblock Ask Drag if the fire is hot shit pop shellz, fall three feet, roll over and stop We warn
Year's son (fuck ya'll niggaz, this ain't no Yo, Ghostface, my gold is fifty hundred, I want my money) NINE! EIGHT! SEVEN! SIX! FIVE! FOUR! THREE! TWO
everglades, surfing the airwave Catch a buck fifty where the razorblades swiftly Shaolin cats be shiesty, strictly drunk off the Irish whiskey [Chorus] [Verse Three
place And have clown paint smudged all over their face They steal my number, catch me on the internet And tell me all how they nedens are dripping wet Bitches hang around my home like stray cats
get lost for weeks in the streets, twisted off weed And no matter the weather, niggas know how to draw heat Whether your four-feet or Minute size, it always starts out with Three
us we pray they soon be dead For thine is thy kingpin power and the glory Forever more amen now pour out some 40s For shorties 6 feet under hustlers and
Dust your shoes off) befo' you touch that flo' Cause you wanna put your feet on my rug (don'tcha?) I say you look to put your feet on my rug (don'tcha
rated a 12 (right!) You know it and these cats hate it I got nothing outdated If it is it's self rated S-class wit everything voice-activated Chrome rim three
drug sell that you make in the streets He can see now Would a fiend even want to get high, would he stop smoking? If he knew on his own two feet he could
