the means so i'd forgotten how to tell you all the things id had to think of since that night can you even recognize that i'm tripping over my own two
Перевод: Over It. Мой супруг.
justified the means so i'd forgotten how to tell you all the things id had to think of since that night can you even recognize that i'm tripping over my
to my door. Take me back inside and throw my trench-coat on the floor. Lead me back into my bedroom, And make me put my cloths back on. Grab the Mag
better wake up I'll tear your state up so set the date up And I'm a rip it what if it what was it Who did it who does it From private to public Anywhere
[Verse 1] On behalf of the better half That ain't been better havin' I'm feelin' like I better have an answer Or explain why I'm nothin' but a cancer
granted took my heart and ran it straight into the planet Into the dirt I can no longer stand it Now my respect I demand it Imma take control of this relationship Command it
won't do to me what you did to the last man Now climb in back try not to kick over the gas can There's a half a gallon in it, that could be our last
nails Try to fight it, try to deny it Stupid you will feel What I do, I do it well Shooting from the hip, yeah boy shoot to kill Half a breath left on my
, throw up, and throw up a ten Now you know it’s a sin to tease, blow us again The sorcerer of intercourse - if it’s forced, it’s him Don’t fight the
going through my mind half the time when my rhymes are blowing up my… bagpipes from baghdad somebody turn the vacancy sign on cuz im gone blowing up my
nails try to fight it, try to deny it stupid you will feel what I do, I do it well shooting from the hip, yeah boy shoot to kill half a breath left on my
side Ok there's a bright side, a day that I might slide You may call it a past I call it haulin' my ass Through that patch of grass over them railroad
false or sugarcoated at all I just get on the mic and spit it And whether you like to admit it {*err* I just shit it Better than ninety percent of you
yes" Homophobic? Nah, you're just heterophobic Starin at my jeans, watchin my genitals bulgin (Ooh!) That's my motherfuckin balls, you'd better let go of em They belong in my
you mushrooms girl I never meant to bring you to my world Now you sitting in the corner crying And now it's my fault my fault [Eminem] I went to John
