Yeah, that's Punkrock! Yeah, that's Punkrock! [3x] Ich trete meinen Hund, ich trete gegen Lampen (yeah, that's Punkrock!). Ich trete gegen Eier, ich
in his CD's Left at Infinite, now he's back like someone pissed in his wheaties No peace treaties, he's turned into a beast His new Slim Shady EP's got
in my whole entire life I can see these people’s ears perk up as I begin To spaz with the pen, I’m a little bit sicker than most Shit’s finna get thick
Muffle it, cuz homie that hood's tighter then Kenny's So ladies if your belly button's not an innie then I'm outie Now hop in my minivan, let's get rowdy
my power tool You know the f-cking drill How you douche bags feel knowing you're disposable? Summers eve Massengill Shady's got the mass appeal baby crank the sh-t Cause it's
High 5, High 5! High 5, High 5! [Rappers:] " C'mon on! 8! Everybody! C'mon! 7! C'mon, now! 6! 5! Awe, yeah, I like that shit." When I arrive it's like
grimy niggaz rollin with me Them niggaz packin Bust 4 in your face pop 4 in your back and 8 bullets total in all I’m street trackin Verse 6: rocky marciano
6: charlie brown Zipiddy dooh doh zipeddy dah, ow! That’s only one charlie brown zeeker of the speaker Much getting louder lunchtime all out with the chines [peanut’s
stop me Who? Not me Pop 1 bottles pop 2 bottles pop 3 4, 5, 6, chicks in tha V.I.P. 7, 8, 9, [? ] they all dimes O.G. Louis frame match my Louis kicks
to success Revelation part eight 8.we can cure our diseases 7.We believe we're the state of the art 6.We know that our specie's so special 5.We think
pain and the fame a society, actuality, it's a formality How can I say: "You ain't shit to me" Without you takin' it personally (10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4
mas Yes it's x-mas Bro's x-mas Mom's x-mas Dad's x-mas Bro's x-mas Feels like x-mas Feels like x-mas Farrah's x-mas Beyonce's x-mas Kelly's
sink you deep. You better call your mother baby, Cos we won't get no sleep, No, No! (chorus) (rap) 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, Oh 8, Concentrate while I hit
the smile, The tattoos now, forever she very guard-less. I imagine her topless, She might set off my rocket. 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
his light Stay on my side I break through the wall Change of fate Let us exceed Nothing's guaranteed Are you in? 13, 12, 11, 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4,
back to that McDonalds, lyrics courtesy of killerhiphop.com took it to my stash spot, 5-60 State street, catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons whipping Pastry, cruising down 8
Channel one gives you the news Channel two gives you the sports Channel three tells you about the weather But I predict rain for us Then its channel 5 6 7 and 8
clowns It's time to start the countdown I'm gonna burn it down down down I'm gonna burn it down 9, 8, 7, 6 5 4, 3, 2, 1, fun Echoes knocking on