you never get to visit yeah I'm on another level but you n-ggas still can get it it's all over 'fore you finish sorry bro this road we end it won't give you
'm actually gonna do it or that I believe in it Well, shit if you believe that then I'll kill you You know why? 'Cuz I'm a Criminal Criminal You goddamn
Said fuck you, with a capital "I", look who's back to antag-gonize You don't like it, you can eat shit, fuck off little faggot and die You right back
so? You gon' need a stitch you keep actin' like that, ho I look like your husband slut? That's a rhetorical question You talk to me like you talk to him
you dance You got me captivated Just by the way that you keep lickin' 'em dicks Like her lips I'm agitated, aggravated To the point you don't suck my dick Then you
You're off the map now Radar can't even find you We stay on the grind You slip, we out grind you Walk around mad You let your anger blind you We walk
control Get buzzed, get drunk, get crunk, get fucked up Hit the stripclub, don't forget ones, get your dick rubbed, Get fucked, get sucked, get wasted
little walk along the pier. baby, don't cry honey, don't get the wrong idea, mama's too sleepy to hear you screamin' in her ear, that's why you can't get
And stop along the way to pick you up a couple gifts I come inside and you pretend you miss me when you kiss me Then you diss me and we strenuously fight
got her face done Looking provocative, she'll let you knock it if You press the issue and get undressed to kiss you If you match the price, otherwise
and you get socked and pushed Talking that junk like you went black, guarded your back Come battle me and you get smacked as hard as you act When
I get killed for this rap I got a million in cash That says I will get you back in Halie's name [Chorus] Irvine, get your boy off that (E...) [Spoken] Get
Cause if I get pushed over the edge then I'm pullin you with me You poke a stick at a big boy you get bit B These words stick to you like crazy glue When
my house like trophies Did y'all think I'ma let my dough freeze? Hoe please You better bow down on both knees Who you think taught you to smoke trees? Who you think brought you
trophies But ya'll think I'm gonna let my dough freeze Hoe Please You better bow down on both knees Who you think taught you to smoke trees Who you think brought you
up, you get hit, ten down and ten up (what?) I take it if you run your mouth, then you wanna get sent up Heat it up, you be leakin blood and spittin phlegm
my.. the hip pop is dying out! ..my rap poem. [eminem:] there's a certain mystique when i speak that you notice cause it's sort of unique, cause you
yourself As a kid again And you get embarrased And I got nothin' to do But make you look Stupid as parents You f***in' do-gooders Too bad you couldn'