sick I hate burning my finger on the toaster and I hate nits I hate falling over, I hate grazing my knee I hate picking off the scab a little bit too
you say it's alright But it's not, no no no no You know, I'm a little bit scared of yo Well it's a fact, well it's a real fact That just about every
know who you are It's just the fear of falling That makes my lose my grip It's just the fear of falling That makes my fingers slip Step by step Bit by bit
wouldn't change a thing They set the odds at a hundred to one his soul wouldn't never come clean Then the preacher said, "People take a moment or two
luv this shit, luv this bitch She was a Betty, I done knew back in the day Little scary lil' bitch from around the way Plus she sucked and fucked all day With a little bit
you could be white For a black girl it really don't take too long But a white girl's always tryin' to turn ya on With a little squeze, but it's just a
't fuck with my crew We'll sit you on shelve down the isle like a book You talk about me but you bit my style like a crook Leave it alone Leave it alone
a hell of a grip to grab a hold of Got a lot of cash for a little love All they wanna do is take you down to the mall Floss a little bit and get a
change a bit but yours will turn to shit You are a superfluous man, I am a superfluous man You?re quite a superfluous man, I am a superfluous man
everything that you tried to teach me It don't add up to a pile of shit All the methods you used as you tried to reach me They don't matter not a single bit
friend Girls see me and scream 'cause I'm on the TV But I still take walks in my ends 14 when I entered the game All I wanted was a little bit of fame
don't care who was there and who saw me destroy you I'll call you a lawyer file you a law suite I'll smile in the court room and buy you a wardsrobe
, it ain't my shit Might a bit mad at the bitch that ate my dick Hate my clique, bitch-man 'cause I won't hit A nigga that I ain't fucking wit' I wanna
't care who is there and who saw me just jaw you Go call you a lawyer, file you a lawsuit I'll smile in the courtroom and buy you a wardrobe I'm tired
a record [Eminem] Yo, the rage I release on a page is like a demon unleashed in a cage Lunatic, soon as I hit the stage My mind is like a fuckin stick
and a Bottom Dollar Come with me 'cause I'm a free faller You hoot but I holler I'll malinger on your block and Give the finger to a cop and Pick a lock
friends Breaking back and fingers to the bone Burning candles at both ends Tired of this petty life you lead A series of dull events A two-bit
see every line on the picture So when the leaves Russel and the cock Crowes winter just know that the Black Gods mingled a bit Then the fingers got pricked