break camp The only way I sleep is in a cold sweat You say I'm crazy? You ain't see shit yet 'Cause I love to kill and kill for fun The microphone goes
with the weak styles, but you look cute Bitch, that shit's wack Let Hammer dance, and you other fools ease back The microphone in some twist in a clenched fist
everything [ ROUND 1: Donald D ] Once again comin at you hyper Donald D the Syndicate Sniper Boston Strangler, Charles Manson No matter what killer I mention, keep dancin _Five Fingers Of Death_, _Fists
my dubs Bump my beats Can't nobody compete Imagine this: A hundred G 'lex on your wrist Imagine this: About ten karrots on your fist Imagine
I do Just tryin to be close to you (c'mon, c'mon) Look I done changed up bitch, I done came up My neck, my wrist, my ears, my fists are all blinged up
's big pimpin' baby It's big pimpin', spendin' G's Feel me, uh huh uh, uh huh Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah You know I thug 'em, fuck 'em, love
and need Baby good love and protection Make me your selection show you the way love's supposed to be Baby you should let me love you, love you, love you, love
to trust her then I die I'm so hood right now They question whats gettin' Gucci high? Stupid wild, stupid stupid wild, Homie thats my style Girls fightin', Hoes fist
think Im in love love love I think Im in Love Love Love I think im in love love love love love
MoVida was the club on the Saturday You're acting like a diva saying you don't wanna pay It's gotta be your price to start, raise that brow I love it
steering wheel is in that fist, Pick me up at 8, yeah don't you wish, Love, Fresh Out the Oven, straight sugar lovin', to the beat I love it, hey, You
the spirit Let the fire run Through the darkest age we can surely fly Through the darkest age with the fist of fire Through the darkest age with the fist
me cry But that's alright Because I love The way you lie I love the way you lie I love the way you lie [Eminem] You ever love somebody so much You can
to be As it is plain to see Rock shit, grab my dick Walk up in, banana split Yes shirt, yellow, purple Bodies rocking in the circle I gots to show some love
get up Mega. listen Everyone put ya fists in the air now (air now, air now, air now) Everyone put ya fists in the air now(air now, air now) Everyone put ya fists
them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye Singing this'll be the day that I die, this'll be the day that I die Did you write the book of love
Moves like a fist through the traffic Anger and no one can heal it Shoves a little bump into the momentum It's just a little lump but you feel it, in
I don't remember one jump or one leap Just quiet steps away from your lead I'm holding my heart out but clutching it too Feeling this sort of a love