rhyme He on mine, like he didn't see the property sign Lyrically blunt, I'm broad day, physically dump This nigga's life's a publicity stunt But, he
received, I know you can't believe I still love 'em but they don't love me They like the drunk uncle in your family You know they lame, you feel ashamed
junk cause he's drunk And we may have to fuck his ass up Cause uh somethin' smells a lil fishy And I don't like the way his boys keep lookin' at me
the hills You call it what you want But she can call it what she feel (Ooowwww!) [Hook: Lloyd] Can I be for real? Dis is how I feel I'm in need of love
Who loves to suck dick and get hit by eight guys Its Bugz bitch, you the fuck you thunk it was? Gettin drunk with drunken thug Too fucken numb to feel
Man, he wasn't poppin' shit. [Eminem:] You heard him he was poppin' them shit [Kon Artis:] What shit? [Eminem:] That shit! You heard him! [Kon Artis:] He
, I know you can't believe I still love 'em but they don't love me They like the drunk uncle in your family You know they lame, you feel ashamed, but
at getting close to where he came from. In the doorway of the stars, between Blandford Street and Mars; Proposition, deal. Flying button feel. Testicle
my door He pins me in a corner and he won't take "No!" He drags me out on the dance floor And we're dancing close and slow Now he's got a woman at home
Eiht] Okay, I may not be a historical feature Or better yet meant to as a big public speaker But when I chill in Compton people scream, "There he goes
eyes Who loves to suck dick and get hit by eight guys Its Bugz bitch, you the fuck you thunk it was? Gettin drunk with drunken thug Too fucken numb to feel
at my door He pins me in a corner and he won't take "No!" He drags me out on the dance floor And we're dancing close and slow Now he's got a woman at