Verse One: I have no face, I have no body, I have no heart I have no soul I don't care if you're young if you're old Here's my mission, I'm out to get
pain When I won't give'em cash I apply for welfare, bitch, I ain't bein' had money It's way too scared We work for all signin' money for us, players A
for time magazine or rolling stone. I have no wish for wishing wells or wishing bones. I have no house in the country I have no motor car. And if you
s Mr. Gillis. I want you to do me a favor. MAX I'm sorry Mr. Gillis. I can't talk right now. JOE Listen, I want you to take my old suitcases... MAX
kill I think of what i left behind I found nothing, nothing but a chill. I'm afraid of what I'll be Queen of death, that's for sure I'm at the point
now Zone out, with Sean Combs and bizzy-bone out I trouble you in the club And by one, I'm gettin' thrown out Mami, got her toes out, ain't one army
end of the tone, boop Ooh, and I like it 'cause I'm Poetry, the psychic Intellectual level would rather, nah, nah, I don't like that Yo, scratch that one more
Jane loves dick now that she got the heave ho Jane got what she wanted Dick ain't a nice guy no more Chorus Spoken by woman: but I want dick! Solo
) Yo fly Friday, feel slick I'm hummin' ladi dadi this chicka promised me eternal dancin at a rave party in flesh and bone I'm hiphop, but now I'm
and hide, cause it'll be my fault So don't do drugs, and do exactly as I don't, cause I'm bad for you Chorus: Mr. Mackey (Eminem) See children, drugs
me if you want, homey, violation's a no-no I am the health hazard, skull & bone, poisonous logo Unleash the dragon, massacre the scene I'm spitting, burn
I insist is that you fire that cunt. I want transportation to and from every show, I want complimentary tickets for everybody I know. I want my brother
be unlocked for you, and great enlightenment shall be yours. [XERXES:] Yes, master... and yet, there is one realm which intrigues me above all others, one
. Of course I feel uncomfortable when I'm laughed at in the streets, But I don't want to be one of them. I want to be an outsider, At the same time I'
out loud, Wu-Tang's back for more Yes the hour's four, I told you before Prepare for mic fights (and plus the cold war) [Verse One: U-God] This rhyme
done with spells up Poisonous cook The Kon Artis Make way for the hell raiser Mysterious neighbor Cuttin throats with broke Coke Bottles and rusty razors I ain't the one
I throw down theirs On knots, I landed, players get played like Hamlet Supposedly nice, taken for granted like life I write twice and drop singles in record pools Niggaz I
I don't like that .. yo scratch that (you can do better than that) one more time! Rollin lyrics, off the tip of my tongue [swing] I swing [swing], I swang [swang], I