Off top Im bossed up. You ain't talking money dont talk us. Im steasy stacking that guap up. Ball harder den you when Im locked up. You type of nigga dat pop up.
The paddle's broken. The punishment is served in full. The welts are faded. The pain still lingers as it should. . The lone receiver, lone receiver. Of empty compliments taken in and bought in full.
Take second chances. Everyone deserves it. Though only some. . Take in forgiveness. Everyone deserves it. Though only start to. . Let it rise. Let it fall.
Give up what you think you have to say. Formalities weaken the meaning that you'd convey. In truth hidden in the veiled insults. Have failed results for everyone that lived that way.
* available only on the European "bonus disc" edition. ** originally appeared on "Funkmaster Flex IV". . [Chorus: Eminem]. My words are weapons. I use 'em to crush my opponents.
*phone rings twice*. [Rick] Hello?. [Lisa] Hi Rick, it's me Mona Lisa. [Rick] Hey what's goin on, how you?. [Lisa] You remember me right, right before ? all that?.
[Intro]. I thought you were a nice girl. I was your Best friend. And i had to let you go one day. And that day came. . I never thought i would say this but it struck me like lightning.
The walls are filled in here with glass. My eyes are stolen with a glance. And the cheap persuasion that has emptied. It's perfume and left us weary. Has been overlooked as art.
Der Mensch als Traum - nicht Wirklichkeit. Gedankengnge kontrolliert. Das Du im Ich in Raum und Zeit:. Gefhle noch einmal installiert. . Dekaden voll Abnormitt.
Scattered seeds and breaking storms. Won't make a decent lie for you. Naked and with every breath you climb the stairs. Step by step and I don't need this.
In the black and white, you're wounds all bound. Sitting at the table, you're biting nails all short. We to the consequence of adultery. Well as he rips you from your skin.
Steal this night away. So that we're not waiting. The feeling in my gut. Makes my head ache. And the feeling that i get. Walking downstairs. The feelings of surprise.
Maybe I'm a pessimist. What if all the gray clouds in the sky. Would follow me home tonight?. . Maybe I'm an atheist. What if there's no God waiting to meet me.
We are the voice of a generation. We stand together to smash this nation. Boots & braces, we're back on the streets. We're feeling strong when the kids all meet.
It's Friday night and the weekend is here. Saturday morning we're full of beer. Fall asleep at the bar. 1-2-3 Ha Ha Ha. . 1-2-3 up your bum. Having an Oi! Party all night long.
She lays there dressed in silk.. So pale, so cold.. . Your door has opened for all to see.. The pitiness that we suffer.. Guided (to) where no man returns.
Snow-dogs and fisherman out in the surf. Foaming white ocean and stars frozen shut. The multitudes are singing again. The bells are ringin'. I hear 'em again.
Well the downtown whores are calling my name, but I'm just walking blind. Yeah the weak and the poor struggle to claim my uncaring mind. These woes of mortal men, these worthless things of the world.
Slaves of religions posessed by the waste, faithfull they follow their trust.. Chained are the herd that takes all the blame, forgiven. with threats if they pray..
Indoctrination far beyond reality, manipulations of the human kind.. Now the world has faced control, living in the grip of fortune 500.. . I'm learning to be the king of my mind, and master of my soul..