-N yo, the best at Mike Tyson's Punch Out on Nintendo. From Glass Joe to Macho Man, yo he fucks shit up, then Tyson goes down with a star upper-cut.
again You have stopped your shivering You won't go to the lake in the mirror again The sea stops tonight and all her little children are hanging tight
change? They say he looking all political when he acting tough I read he'll act right if you people ever snatched it up He's judgmental he's looking down on
or better, three {?} on tour Nothin to prove, live in the Bronx, y'all show me hardcore Been around Europe, all over the United States Jay-Z, Rakim, KRS
ice, I bet the price on the fling of the dice, Shorty with me, we slingin' a pipe, Chrome thing on right, one on the wip, it'll ring on your top And I
a Mercedes with a pile of ladies [NAS] Third grade singing star spangled banner using proper manners learnt to handle anger animal behavior later on my block rocking with my jocks on
Rag thats on ya waves yo [Eminem Talking:] Aiyo, you're listening to DJ Whoo Kid right now The official, the biggest bootlegger on the planet, the biggest bootlegger On
Westside Nigga) All my plus three thugs on the way to the club And when I come you got love for me Cause I'm a super super star (Staaaar) You know we'
better We at least owr it to them To keep the stars and stripes forever Planting bombs on planes Blowing up our ships Hill our kids and women Find this dickless slobs Hang
?? Try hard to die hard, united on the go Air kissing eligible bachelors, trust fund daddy's boys International playgirls showing off their toys And all these price tag starlets, a galaxy of stars
hangs like a pale red ribbon above the temple of god. From each corner of the sky hangs one angel and from each angel hang ten thousand men. The waters
I got Ol' Glory hanging out in my garage And one on the chrome post flying in my yard I got a patch on my jacket - says 101st And a sticker on my bumper
Down to the Y we havin a party inside I dedicated this to all you insects Who deep on buggin me Pushing my panic button, needin trauma Unit recovery
fork, stare into every cloud On the journey to find what's in your heart the only thing to be united with is that pulsing in your veins But seriously, fuck all
with my mach eleven on the face I kill anyone in the United States, I'll do it Anywhere they send me I'll do it As far as working on U.S. soil, I will