yeen know? Inside my shirt, yeen know? [T-Rock imitating DJ Paul] Damn T-Rock, why the fuck you gotta clown my arm and shit man? [T-Rock] Cause nigga
(Eminem Talking) Yeah.... it's my life.... in my own words i guess.... (Verse 1) Have you ever loved someone so much You'd give an arm for Not
I tied my arm in a sock and smoked rock Takin drugs is cool, that's why I buy 'em Shoot 'em up my ass, let your little brother try 'em Ten years is
see, Cause I hate that you breathe, I see you duck, You little punk, You little fucking disease, I got H.U. tatted on the front of my arm, Boulevard
, little red corvette Little red handkerchief, hangin out the right side Back pocket jeans fallin, Couple my evisu signed Yep we do shine, and they gon’ hate But they hated Jesus baby we won’t
the plane Tryin' to get a little bit of stress off my brain M-I-A Dom P., palm trees, 9O degrees Arm freeze, mom please, ain't nuthin' but cheese Caribbean
obduction here's your instructions Slide Get up off that wall girl stop tryin' to hide Trackin' afrodesiac won't be denied Chill with that cigarette take it outside Messin' with my vibe I don't
hate? Have a nice time While I get stupid paper, hey, my dough ain't in this right mind Now I don't really care what you call me Just as long as you don't
plane Tryin' to get a little bit of stress off my brain M I A, Dom P, palm trees, 9O degrees Arm freeze, ma please, ain't nuthin' but cheese Caribbean
rocking Red Bulls, Come on! I'm feeling amplified, Somebody's girl is gonna get fucked tonight! Tonight! See I just grab her arm, Hey pretty girl, don't
Welcome to my sex room Welcome to my sex room Welcome to my little sanctuary You've been lookin' so good all day And you really got a nigga Pretty anxious
on the way By the name of Bamboo Got a little baby girl Four years, Jordan Never turned my back on my kids for them Should've hit it, quit it, rag top
't know what it means, but I say it anyhow {Wilma, I'm home! Start serving dinner And don't spare the [Incomprehensible] Oh, no no no! Don't Dino, don't
't matter, that's what we practice Blast the rocket, knock off your leg Tear through your forearm Sit you in a chair, make your niggas call you short arm
, in the yard, the MC I eat dictionaries and spit out little pieces of paper That's why my vocabulary sick Use big words like, suck-my-dick You don't
busy tryna live Forgiving all my sins, crucifixed now I'm fixed Road to eternal bliss Now they hate me like Chris, Rock on my arm Gotta keep a piece of