Come far Compared to who Scoop the life you leech Immune to ruse or rape's heredity News first Shall I grow no more than I'm bound Enough of the pain
Talkin' Ryu, S.O.B., Celph Titled M. Shinoda the Cobra Holder, Demigodz That's how my crew do, shut the fuck up when Fort Minor's talking!
, niggas get concerned It don't matter who's hot, who's out Bad Boy is Back For Good Now [Loon] Aiyyo, I'm fresh off the plane Tryin' to get a little
, niggas get concerned It don't matter who's hot, who's out Bad Boy is back for good now Aiyyo, I'm fresh off the plane Tryin' to get a little bit of
fuck about the law Still run with a pump in my car and fuck who you are You're fucking with a couple of niggas that's really insane I'm talking loco
dick Lettin' muthafuckas talk ass about your game plan Just because you got a big gat, you'se the same man That used to get your ass kicked daily back
stop us Damn it feels good to be a gangsta back at it 'Cause I'm the last of the Dons, goddamn it I hear ya talking, but I don't cater to the chit-chat
the neighbors We gon' get high, we gon' roll to Vegas Me and Slim Shady, on some shit daily What you want? What you want? A person from another planet
P.E. connect So know it when you're hearin the rhymes that I'm givin' 'em combined with the rythmn designed to expose the sins all in it's the master plan
me out Same line gonna try and fake me out Sitting in the van pointing face out Soon as I hit the plan, the course going close the plan Take 'em out
make men vanish Got bodies in Kansas, across the Atlantic Once me and lance hit, you don't wanna chance it no matter how you plan, you can't antic- ipate
, I'm talking about like you and yours We talkin' about homies, homies Talkin' 'bout Road Dogs of mine Our motha fuckin' homies, homies We throwin' up clown love signs (Real Juggalo) Homies, homies Talkin
I'm talkin' about like you and yours We talkin' about homies, homies Talkin' about Road Dogs of mine Our motha fuckin', homies, homies We throwin' up clown love signs, Real Juggalo Homies, homies Talkin
you hate me I know you muthafuckas bout to underrate me You label me a paranoid schizophrenic Known on this planet for 2 things Talkin shit and automatic
rappers boy you're just my son All wet behind the ears I freeze I froze you're numb PUMP PUMP! I scream on you, you talk and talk PUMP PUMP! Run you
go cock The 4 4 back You chose that So cut these ties And I'll rise Let's compromise Or else I'll hop a plane With my guys QDIII said It ain't all good