picture on my wall. It reminds me that it's not so bad, not so bad. (Eminem as Stan) Dear Slim, I wrote you, but you still ain't callin'. I left my cell, my
this mufucker is, grown man shit got no time for these mufucking kids, im higher than simrefa, im hobby cuz im fly from my neck down 2 my snekas,
him, all my niggas tap that Fake gangstas, I can see right through them 'Cross that line and get your life ruined Life with all this thuggness Destruction, this violence, my
't got shit for these face pretty faces and straight bodies That be them bitches actin' all ignorant ruining the party I need a ride or die all on my
it from me 'Cuz right now I'll be don strong on ya I ain't the type to ruin your life By running game and throwing your dreams Get in your brain, suit
on my wall It reminds me, that it's not so bad, it's not so bad.. [Eminem as 'Stan'] Dear Slim, I wrote but you still ain't callin I left my cell, my
you and I know it And I ain't too proud to show it ?Cause I love you, baby And I need you, baby I want you, my love, my love My, my, my baby I'll never
in his body, so sick in his soul Oh, give me one reason to be beautiful Oh, and everything I am Love hates you I live my life in ruins for you And for
state She's gonna ruin her reputation She don't care 'cause he's waitin' there She's gonna say "Tell me you think that I'm pretty Tell me you think that
the neighbourhood And I hope I didn't ruin your day Won't you be my neighbour? I brought my life, my ugly wife, My dirty dog with fleas My kid's a punk
of millhaven I've struck horror in the heart of this town Like my eyes ain't green and my hair ain't yellow It's more like the other way around I gotta pretty
my word and now I feel I'm being monitored And I wont you to be the one that I endured the longest Accept me at my weakest, support me at my strongest
man yo you live to learn [Chorus] [Mr. Cheeks] I like to be up on the low spit my flow and get dough Earn my keep in the game like I aim to get more
used to hate you My name, your name, sitting in a tree Riding home on the school bus You sitting next to me It was summer vacation playing hide and go get
take rides in the country in the Volkswagen . . . and, my monster, you're feeling me up, my monster. FZ: It does get you hot. Phyllis: Well . . . it doesn't get
you cannot find right through me like my fruit ain't fit for makin' pie chorus you got to earn my affection put your back into it before we get
get that money And God kno my past I'm itchin' to kill, gimme a reason I will I'll end up grippin' a steal And God kno my temper My temper like a bubble