8-2 is my zip Yo, so call me out in Philly when you down to flip No frill skills, or freestylin' when y'all wildin' Im broadcastin all the way live from
All these little young kids aint got no direction Shit, these lil kids is on everything Syrup. Painkillers. Cigarette. Weed. Hennessy. Vodka. hahaha ha
if you can Memories are fading in the snow Springtime's far away in veins that grow Shadows twisting in my acid brain Crystal dust is driving me insane
a towel you can't flow harder than me If ain't sparkin up sweets I'm bowgarding the beat Then I'm in studios spittin flows dodging the heat Game is harder
Is he, is he wild? Yes, he, yes, he is Is he, is he wild? Yes, he, yes, he is Is he, is he wild? Yes, he, yes, he is Over here , let me tell it for a
the court Plus y' all all foul like shaq was on the court Don t talk shit now, if you aint back it up before But y' all can' t stop me from reaching
They appear in the same order on the song as in the album's liner notes. [Eminem] Translation So you can suck my dick if you don't like, my shit Cause
the suburbs and punish the rich for their ignorance For the horror of death, that is part of our life in our neighborhood And give them a taste of the same
2 is my zip Yo, so call me out in Philly when you down to flip No frill skills, or freestylin' when y'all wildin' I broke cats all the way live, on Velly
do after I buy a CD is open it up and see if my name's in the shout outs I read books, I know the inclono mechanics Psychology, philosophy, peyote and acid
the same, I'm still bound by chains It doesn't matter if your chain is 10 ft or 100 ft The fact remains the same, you're still bound by chains So people
make a deal with the devil himself To see that place blown up There in that interesting land I know Where no one has a brain They all wear jeans that are acid
if it wasn't for your whip, I'd have nothin to strip [Em] If it wasn't for a wrist, I'd have nothin to slit If it wasn't for the shrooms, I'd have nothin
seven slain infants (Oh my God!) Brain implants and they say there's a slim chance I won't stay the same cause I traded brains with a chimpanz' [
late I'm triple platinum and tragedies happen in two states I invented violence, you vile venomous volatile bitches vain Vicadin, vrinnn Vrinnn, VRINNN! {*chainsaw revs up*} Texas Chainsaw, left his brains all
these pictures of the Devil to sell 'em I ain't "acid rap," but I rap on acid Got a new blow-up doll and just had a strap-on added WHOOPS! Is that a subliminal
s hot And shoot me twenty-five times in the same spot (Ow!) I think I got a generation brainwashed to pop pills and smoke pot til they brains rot (uhh
think I'm just losin my brain, I wake up in sweat, my girl think im sniffin that ?caine, I try to remember, but none of them ever the same, I dream of