My life fell out of my hands and into This hole where everything's cold I lose the feeling of guilt. There's nothing inside, my innocence died. And now
I can't believe that you still wanna stay 'cause I know that i've fucked up your life you better leave I could hurt you today and you know I could cut
There was a time when men would prosper They saw a sign that would offer them the key Immortality The desert sand held a place of recourse Their motivation
I keeps that dirty money, I'm talkin' fast cash I'm talkin' razor shavin', I'm talkin' duffle bags I'm talkin' you can count it papi it's all there I'
(Chorus) Hey doorman, tell 'em line up the Cris' I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch You niggas keep wavin' them wrists I put my money on
[Chorus:] Yo... Look at that ass just bouncing Oh god I need counseling Images in my head steady hounding Oh god I need counseling You don't want to bring
[Chorus] Last night what I seen made my life change Made my life change, Made my life change, Made my life change, Made my life change, Made my life change
*** I'm major, that *** nothin' Young *** old money 'Benjamin Button' Seein' through your 'Poker Face' that *** bluffin' Ladies goin' gaga for *** tryin
Enter the crypts of hell to impregnate the dead Fresh burial sight, my hunger grows tonight Undying lust for cadaverous molestation Sights of death building
Don't give a shit about it Curl up, I start to doubt this Something has died in me today Smell the decay I need some air around me Claw walls until under
I can't believe that you still wanna stay 'Cause I know that I've fucked up your life You better leave, I could hurt you today And you know I could cut
You can find me in the streets, even in a drought My mattress is full, why shouldn't I be out? Ay, buddy, I'm good, what that tell ya? I'm good, what
Here are some samples of the fabric, Miss Morgan I know how painful it must be But I guess it's your responsibility I understand he was your fiancee What
[Eminem] This motherfucker here, just wont shut up will you? Talk about I owe you, bitch you owe me I'm promoting you right now Yo lets put the nail
As your casket closes listen to the living weep Their tears are such cold comfort when they bury you so deep You think they cry for you; that they came
To have and to hold after death`s done its part In a grave lying cold there remains my heart In sickness and stealth I come for conjugal exhumation Disinterring
Tombstones trampled in my wake, As I see to a matter quite grave, The earth is turned as my claim is staked, Besoiling my pickaxe, trowel and stave, Caskets
You were laying on the carpet Like you're satin in a coffin You said, "Do you believe what you're sayin'?" Yeah right now, but not that often Are you
