get the paremedic get a hurse Pull up to the hole, put that bitch off in reverse I try to murder 'em with every verse I've done a million shows never
with me Never know when you gotta dump a nigga out This sin-surr, this some sin-surr SHIT right hurr! [Verse Two] Grown man I put hands on you I dig a hole
from soul They'll have to hold a mass, put your body in a hole No, you're not on my level get your brakes tweaked I sold what ya whole album sold in my
is a broadcast brought to you by... some real ghetto Detroit shit..." [Verse 1] I tried to come up with a speech that heat seeks In a mans last stand
my style The printer of my ink, you gon' make a copy how? That's suicide, better call a gravedigger now He'll be digging a hole in your back yard like a
't no Static or Banner here (nigga) I crush that lil' man career, like a Budweiser can of beer Bout to dig up a deep hole, so ya album can rest and sleep
everyting Not what I ever wanted Your hole is real big Bigger than I ever thought it Is like she fucking ever man But none a dem neva tell yuh Last man
you in reverse and suck you in a brown hole Suck the power out of your soul You're nothin' but a coward in the cold freezer with a hour to go Watching
my following like a bitch modelin H is like a God and it won't stop hollerin Fuck needing a TV to be a rockstar Punch a hole through Mark Wahlbergs chest
The psychic that traveled back, and predicted his own coming New borns and ninety year old, paranoid false rhymers Memorize my most complex verses, with all finals Take a verse
I do my thug thing without y'all Matter of fact I gives a fuck about y'all Put a Nigga up in a ho Just like a ground hole Thanks of the Hounddogg They
friends I ain't shit back when, you used to be that nigga who I smoked my dank wit rob a bank wit, because I trust you probably take a slug fo you but now a
be that nigga smokin' weed Y'all wanna be soulja's sweet like potpouri I crust your fuckin' text like a buldozer go hungry like vultures be Fake niggaz
tell me shit about the tricks of this trade Switchblade, with a little switch to switch blades And switch from a six to a sixteen inch blade Shit's like a
got engadged with buck shots that you can't stomach, You ain't a killer you a album filler, You ain't a soldier you a rap premoter, Game over... CHORUS
gon' get stuck, stoned, and snuffed Cause I just don't give a fuuuuuck!! Verse Two: Eminem I'm Nicer than Pete, but I'm on a Serch to crush a Miilkbone