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the lead singer in D12 baby They're all like "Oh my god it's him" "Becky oh my fuckin' god it's Eminem" "I swear to fuckin god dude you fuckin rock" "
wanna do is win I fucked up today, can I try it again? Put the whoop on ’em (look to allah) Put the whoop on ’em (pray to your God) Put the whoop on ’em (I look
the scum of the earth hit with plenty of time to adjust to life on the inside (Wyclef) (Juvenile) You got me fucked up I'm innocent look I ain't do
on the corner crushin up green meat For all the generations, and mothers ridin the trains To work for y'all crackers, for that bullshit pay I reps for
broke my heart when you cocked backed on me When I was six months pregnant still beatin on me It really fucked me up how you put me in debt Fuckin up
to the Chilly East coast steal them W's that's raised up for real Fellatio fetish broads know me, where I live Brought dimes from Brazil, fuck the
manhood's just been stripped, I have just been vicked So I must then get, off the bus then slip Man fuck this shit yo, I'm goin the fuck home World on
ive chosen to go Frozen as snow I show no emotion whatsoever so Dont ask me why I have no love for these mufuckin hos Bloodsuckin suckubusses what the fuck is up
like a fucking whoopy cushion Who the fuck is you pushin', you musta mistook me for some sissy Soft punk looking for some nookie or boosom Go ahead, fucking
up and screamed, "Look bitch, what have you done?!?" [M] "Oh my God, I'm sorry son" [E] "Shut up you cunt!" I said, "Fuck it!" Took it and stuck it back
slim I'm here! Just hit me back and let me know what's up ? Fuck this mirror! Ahhhh! I'm not in the mirror I'm inside you let me guide you! Fuck you
Heard of me before see whore your the girl that ida Assault and rape and figure why not try to make your pussy wida Fuck you with ad the umbrella and open it up
never had no problem with alcohol Ouch look out for the wall aim for the couch im about to fall I missed the couch and down i go looking like a bouncing
are a couple 69ing It's like Rick James is shooting up your house, nigga... fuck your couch nigga! You screaming 'fuck the world' with your middle finger up
a fuckin jackpot for me And Dre, it`s like we hit the fuckin lottery and the damn slot machine at the same time as each other Why the fuck you think
gates I'll be cool beside Jay-Z For every single die hard fan who embraced me I'm thankful for the talent in which God gave me And I'm thankful for the
