Oh this is Eminem baby back up in that motherfucking ass One time for your mother fucking we represent the 313 You know what I'm saying? cause they know shit about this For the 9 6
1: Ayo my pen and paper cause a chain To get your brain relaxin cause they be maniac in action A brainiac in fact son you lack attraction You looking zany whack with a fraction of my tracks spun My skills got you climbing hills I travel through your until you spine like siren drills I'm sliming of roaches, with sprayed on disinfectants With some ex rappers till their column disconnects We disinfect check the monologue, turn your system up Twist them up, and indulge in the marijuana is the season for noise pollution contamination Examination of more cartoons animation My of narration Hit's a and bass of track fucked up rapper interrogation When I declare invasion, there no time to be stare and gazing I the stage into a barren wasteland... I'm
You heard of hell I was sent from it I went to it's surface and sentenced for instruments Now I'm to repent from it But when I hear the I'm tempted to make another attempt at it... I'm
2: Bust it, I let the beat commence so I can beat the sense of elite defense I got some meat to some fruit to stompin and two feet to rinse I intensive ladies, I spoil loyal fans I foil plans and leave fluids like oil pans My coiled hands around this are lethal One thought in my cerebral is deeper then a Jeep of people MC's are feeble, I came to cause pandemonium Battle a band of MC's and stand the lonely one Imitator, Intimidator, Stimulator, Simulator of data, There's never been a greater since the burial of Fuck around and catch all of the venereal My will smash a stereo to pieces My accapella releases plastic through telekinesis And eases you mentally, gently, sentimentally, With entity, dementedly meant to be
You heard of well I was sent from it I went to it's surface and sentenced for instruments Now I'm to repent from it But when I the beat I'm tempted to make another attempt at it... I'm
3: Man I got evidence I'm never and I been clever ever since My residence was hesitant to do some that represents the M-O So I'm all responsibility Cause there's a will in me that always wants to kill MC's Mic messaler, slamming like a Here to a mess of a lyric smuggling embezzler No one is speacialer, My skill is I get cynical at a then I send a crew back to school I never packed a tool or cool, it wasn't practical I'd rather led a tactful, tractical, track for fancy In I can't see, or can't imagine A man who ain't a of beats or a fan of scratching This is for my family, the kid who had a cameo on my jam the man who never had a plan B Be all you can be, once you make an instant hit I'm tense to be tempted I see the sins my friends commit... I'm
You heard of well I was sent from it I went to it's surface and for murdering instruments Now I'm trying to repent it But when I hear the beat I'm to make another attempt at it... I'm You of hell well I was sent from it I went to it's and sentenced for murdering instruments Now I'm trying to repent it But when I hear the beat I'm to make another attempt at it... I'm