you alone as i leave alone what could have been had i not kept to my own? there is a woman i see every week on the street i think of the life we could have
your jaw Have you runnin out this fuckin club in your drawers We lovin the broads, there's nothin to applaud But fuck it it's all good, the hood is up
ceases to amaze me how everbody's always in somebody else's buisness, looking for something, but 'cha know, for what it's worth - we could give a fuck
brought back….[repeated]} LET'S GOOOOO!) It's kinda scary you see…. How fucked up things can be Each time you take a bath How it could have been
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
V- E-R, just blazin' and we knockin' them doors and no we Ain't pumpkins on Halloween but we'll show up on your porch, so be Careful what you say, there
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
a gallon in it, that could be our last chance We have of just gettin' home, now could I get that lap dance? She's got a tattoo of me right up off her
didn’t think I was going be nothing either, What the fuck you sticking gum up under the fucking seat for? Mrs. Mathers your son has been huffing ether, Either that or the mother fuckers been
do what you want Nigga on and on till the break of what Get the paper man I'm caking you know I don't give a fuck I spend it like it don't mean nothing
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
rhymes, it may seem like I'm goin too fast cuz my mind is racing And I could give a fuck what category you place me Long as when I'm pushing up daisies
up This time, 'cause this time, girl, I'm tellin you what You do it again, I'm fuckin' you up (Chorus 2) No matter what you say, what you do I'ma hunt
't forget what I said I'm fuckin you up punk, you're dead! Don't think that I'm playin And fuck BIZKIT! Cause I know you're sayin fuck D-12 Only not
I have your attention please? Will the real slim shady please stand up? I repeat, will the real slim shady please stand up? We’re gonna have a problem
's ass If you don't understand, don't even bother to ask A father who has grown up with a fatherless past Who has blown up now to rap phenomenon that