got me by the throat You make it sound so sincere I never believe what I always hear I never thought I'd see the day They've got me by the throat I'
me by the throat You make it sound so sincere I never believe what I always hear I never thought I'd see the day They've got me by the throat I'm force
my girl left me And I tried to make her stay with me, but I stay busy And her friends are cut throats, they deep throat to lay with me I reminisce how
'm buck you ain't worth shit, nigga what? Think about it, shorty what you drivin' stoned by your daddy Oops, you almost had me, geesed up until I saw
cool, a mack on a mission Step to me fool you're missin Minus, gone, pow, you're outta here This ain't no game to me, this is my career Throw me a mic
rape the dead Pistols clipped as the chamber's loaded full of lead Everyone in the crew knew what I said Would mean by morning, somebody else soon would be dead
of shit Me lovin' to smoke tweed and me weed man They givin' me what me need man, when I light my blunt Fold the niggas up in me hood, so when we smoke
die But some cry, and gets by, while others choose to wonder why His life was took at such an early age A young nigga who lived in a rage died by the
mystery of live By cutting someone's throat or removing their heart You'd like to see it beat You'd like to hold your eyes And though you know I'm dead
pull a pac on me I admit they had the drop on me Probably turned the burner around 20 degrees So I could see who bust me, who knocked me out Who tried
do it the best Hoe fuck with me, she don't get no rest Well after that, I G'ed the freak I used to stop by and fuck about twice a week And from the very
I do it the best Ho fuck with me she don't get no rest Well after that, I g'd the freak I used to stop by and fuck her 'bout twice a week And from the
(Huh? What?) My name is Slim Shady Ahem, excuse me Can I have the attention of the class For one second? Hi kids, do you like violence? (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Wanna see me
girls touch me, as if i'm up three, don't wee, have more work to do, oh pee pee, don't go and cheat, i still have me, me, me me & you, having s*x in
, half man Dumpin your dead body inside of a fuckin trash can With more holes than an Afghan Chorus Verse Three: Eminem Somebody let me out this limousine (hey, let me
two um twelve This is my dancing room can you hear me? My favorite color is red Like the blood shed From Kurt Cobain's head When he shot himself dead
, the brothers representin' the dirty dozen I be the F R O, the double G And check out the man he goes by the name of er Slim Shady, brain dead like
