* M. Mathers, D. Houston, R. Johnson, O. Moore, V. Carlisle, D. Porter: These rappers are Eminem, Swifty, Bizarre, Proof, Kuniva, and Kon Artis. They
stack raid you're motherfuckin' pockets,ASAP i don't need a platinum chain bitch, i snatched Shaq's born loser, half thief and half black bring you're boys
up your cash stack Raid your motherfuckin' pockets, ASAP I don't need a platinum chain bitch, I snatch Shaq's Born loser, half theif and half black Bring your boys
un jeu d'enfant c'est fou c'qu'on apprends vite quand on a d'bon parents oh oh oh ohhhh...Attention au Bad Boys Oh Oh Oh Ohhhh...Attention au Bad Boys
piu' di un idolo per un asceta, libro del profeta, la mia merda vibra piu' di Fabio e Zeta. Bassi Maestro: Yo, rough neck wiiild boys! Con la spinta,
and then I came to in the chillout tent, they gave me oranges and cigarettes." he was rough around the edges: he'd been to school, but never finished, he'd
my circuits Cuz when I was two my momma left me at the circus Abandoned at the carnival with the freak shows Like bad boys, hermaphrodites and old man
so. So while I make my move On the big board game Up and down a Spanish highway, Some things remain the same. Girls meet boys and the boys tease girls
voisin d'classe a faim pis s'morfond sur sa chaise on chasse toute la meme proie j'ai les doigts gele, a force d'etre loin de toi imagine combien de
in my school, They kept one armed bandits in the swimming pool. They don't understand me, but they never will, And if was there, I'd be telling them
a glan.D E.reusement j'suis borne car pleins de conneries on a F G persevere, mis la gouache sans me relacher La J'H les mots et I.ci la rime est d'antholo
Kuniva, divide up your cash stack Run your motherfuckin pockets, ASAP I don't need a platinum chain, bitch I snatch Shaq's Born loser, half theif and half black Bring your boys
and receivers Here today tomorrow gone To the triage tent in the great beyond Wherein the angel tangoes with the infidel Normally I'd be angry Normally I'd
va Qu'la trai hein clean Pi que la vie me ruch pas J'aimerais ca t'dire Qu'ya aucun jeune qui m'inquiette Que j'ai une shape d'atlete Pis qu'j'fait pas d
sappi che non lo trovi in un magazine Troppe riviste che mi danno lo stimolo alla diuresi Cosi mi passa il tempo e tento D'essere vicino a te cambiando
mes neuronnes Refrain (x2) Yvon Kreve, le son qui tue Fuck, faut que je sois gentil pour etre sur d'avoir vendu Je rappe premierement pour mes B-boys
llego a tu boveda y no se movera No me vendi, que va!, me defendi!, no crei ni en ti ni en ti por eso estoy aqui en D&D Algunas tias sonrien pues saben
to dis arm it We layin with grenades in our palms, two hours longer [Big Punisher] Ah shit nigga, you got me started momma one of the good boys Said