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The Ain'T Ready For Me Yet (Prod. by Mart85)

1]

Me and Pace had to flee in haste from bein'
For some E & Js we boosted out of some Korean
I get drunk and off of St. Ides'
And spray-paint the sides of all the subway train rides
I got a that eats sheep and spits wool
And on human body tissue 'til its stomach gets full
school, barely went to class, thinkin' shit's cool
Hid a pistol under this retarded kid's stool
I had a dream I blew up with half a mil'
And still stole a credit card, a purse, and billfold
I'm from the city where the weather's always cold
And chill mode can turn into somebody gettin'
We be hangin' on the block dawn
Stayin' out like Dr. Octagon
for the beats like they Chaka Khan
Mama-se, Mama-sa,

It's like this and like that and like (huh-huh)
My is Marshall Mathers (I think that's my name)
Cause this is how I am in real
Mama-se, Mama-sa,
It's like this and like and like this (ya hear me?)
I try to keep it and play it cool
The world ain't for me yet, I can tell
Mama-se, Mama-sa,

2]

I'm the illest rapper to a cordless
Patrolling
Looking for to punch in the mouth with a roll of quarters
I'm in action
Than beating James Tarteenyer
And his back with vacuum cleaner attachments
I grew up in the hood
As a youth
a fucked up childhood
That I used as an
And aint changed
But kept the same
the third time that I failed 9th grade
You think that I'm a negative person don't be so sure of it
I don't promote I just encourage it
I at the sight of death
As I fall down a cement of steps
And land a bed of spider webs
So throw to the wind
You and a
Can jump off of a and if you live, do it again
Shit, why Blow your brain out
I'm mine out
fuck it, you only once you might as well die now