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No Apologies
In my mind I'm a fighter, my heart's a lighter. . My soul is the fluid, my flow sparks it right up. Arsenic writer, author with arthritis. Carpel tunnel, Marshall will start shit-itis.
No Love
Throw dirt on me and grow a wildflower. But it's "fuck the world", get a child out her. . Yeah, my life a bitch, but you know nothing bout her. Been to hell and back, I can show you vouchers.
Never Enough
Wanna pull an all nighter. And get into something we'll never forget. Wanna stay up and party. The weekend away and not know when to quit. . Wanna drive in the night to the end of the end.
Never 2 Far
Denaun what up man?. What up dog?. Ya alright?. Chillen, cold as hell. Yes it is, hey Bus didn't come here did it?. No, hey look, you got fifteen cent?.
Need A Doctor
I'm about to lose my mind. You've been gone for so long. I'm running out of time.. I need a doctor. Call me a doctor. I need a doctor, doctor. To bring me back to life..
Nail In Your Coffin (part 1)
Comin up it never mattered what color you was, if you could spit then you could spit, that's it, that's what it was. Back when motherfuckers was straight back packin' syphron fightin' for life in this rap for the mic to get passed, and you phsyiced and your gassin, and you hyped cause you lastin, and you might win some massive, if you lost then you lost, shake hands like a man and you swallowed it. Went on some hype column in the source was like my only source of light when the mics use to mean something, the four was like you was the shit, now it's like the least you get 3 and a half now which means yous a peice of shit, for and a half or five means you Biggie Jigga Naz, or Benzino. See I don't even think you realize you playin with motherfuckers lives. I don't watch Greg get fucked on the chronic probably cause i was on it. Now you fucked me out of my mics twice, I let it slide, I said I wouldn't hold my fuckin breathe to get a five, shit I was right I'ld a fuckin died already tryin' I swear to God, I never lied. Tell us why you and that bitch gave me that bullshit review, I sat and took it, and look at the shit we knew, you try to fuck us with obby in 52. hhhkkkk pewww, fuck a relationship we through, no more source with street credit them days is dead, Ray's got AK's to Dave Mays' head.. Every issue there's an 8 page makemen spread. Will someone please tell him whoever braids his head I am not afraid of this fuckin wastin lead on my pencil, for me to write some shit this simple. So listen closely, cause I break it down and proceed, this oj's 'bout to get smoked like row weed. You don't know me or my motherfuckin' mother you motherfuckin' punk. Put me on your fuckin' cover just to sell you little sell out mag., I ain't mad I feel bad, here's an ad here's a poster of Ray Ray and his dad. You want to talk about some shit you don't know about, yeah, let's talk about how your puttin' your own son out there to try to eat off him, cause you missed your boat, cause your never gunna blow bitch, your just too old. No wonder your sore now, lordy your bored now, I'm pushin' 30 your kick 40's door down. Business is war and you'll never beat me, all you do is cheat me, out of cordables, but you know you'll always see me, on your little tv, cause you got to stay up to 3 in the mornin' to see your video played once on B.E.T. So, hehe he, who has the last laugh after mad gas, you won't be half of a whole stack. Kiss her asshole cracks, you'll never fold or whole back, just know that. Benzy knows whack, no matter how many times I say his name, he'll never blow jack. Your better off tryin to bring R and Soul back, look at your track record, thats how far it goes back.. It's extortion and rounds of portion, so half of the staff affair fresh out of jail from Boston. Bullyin' and bossin', gave like a slave, they completely brain washed him, and forced him to stay locked in his own office. Afraid of the softest vaguest wanna be gangsta in New York. And it's pitiful cause I would of never said shit if you'd kept your mouth shut bitch now what. Here da clue, spit it Slain, new shit, exclusive your landin and yo who get, you know what to do with this use it, I'm through witdis, this is stupid, I can't believe I stooped to this bullshit to do this, and who you callin a bitch...bitch. You owe me..
Nail In The Coffin
This mother-fucker again?. Just won't shut up will you,. Talkin' bout I owe you,. Bitch you owe me, I'm promoting you right now.. Lets put the nail in this coffin..
My Name Is (real Dirty)
Hi! My name is... (What?) My name is.... (Who?) My name is... chiki-chiki, Slim Shady. Hi! My name is... (Huh?) My name is.... (What?) My name is... chiki-chiki, Slim Shady.
My Name Is.. (radio/video Edit)
Hi! My name is... (What?) My name is.... (Who?) My name is... chiki-chiki, Slim Shady. Hi! My name is... (Huh?) My name is.... (What?) My name is... chiki-chiki, Slim Shady.
My Name Is (bootleg Version)
Hi! My name is... (What?) My name is.... (Who?) My name is... chiki-chiki, Slim Shady. Hi! My name is... (Huh?) My name is.... (What?) My name is... chiki-chiki, Slim Shady.
My Name Is
Hi!. My name is. What?. My name is. Who?. My name is. Chika-chika. Slim Shady. . Hi!. My name is. Huh?. My name is. What?. My name is. Chika-chika. Slim Shady.
My Fault
I never meant to give you mushrooms girl. I never meant to bring you to my world. But now you're sitting in the corner crying. And now it's my fault, my fault.
My Mom
Yo yo, alright, i'm gonna lay the first. Here we go now.. . My mom loved valium and lots of drugs. And that's why I am like I am cause I'm like her. Because my mom loved valium and lots of drugs.
My Darling
Ah, Ahh. Yeah, look. . If I woulda rap about the crap that's out. That's the route you probably want me to take. Cause you're just dyin' to know what I think.
My Band
I don't know, dude. I think everybody's all jealous and shit. 'Cause I'm like the lead singer of a band, dude. And I think everybody's got a fucking problem with me, dude.
My Dad's Gone Crazy
Hello boys and girls. Today we're gonna talk about father and daughter relationships. . Do you have a Daddy?. I'll bet you do!. Who's your Daddy?. . Daddy, what are you doing?.
My 1st Single
Ohh!. Yeah!. So much for first single on this one. Shady's the label. Aftermath is the stable. That the horses come outta-erra. Of course we're about to stir up.
Muurder
Detroit, Motown. Hey guess what, they gave us two bonuses this year. And you know what happened?. . Robbin', shootin', killin', murder. (Murder, murder).
Music Box
Yo. Yeah girl. Can you hear that. It's playing our song. Are you sleepy. Take a nap. . You're not afraid, of the dark, are ya. . You hear the beat. As it makes ya.
Must Be The Ganja
Yeah... Oh! Yeah Yeah... Oh. I feel like dancing, I feel like dancing. I smell something in the air that's making me high. I said I smell something in the air that's making me high.
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