gibberish you was spittin, you need to kill it Cause your style is like dyin in my sleep, I don't feel it Chorus: Eminem Cause any man who would jump
all that gibberish you was spittin', you need to kill it 'Cause your style is like dyin' in my sleep, I don't feel it 'Cause any man who would jump in
Traduzione: Eminem. Qualsiasi uomo.
with Patron Sun [Verse 1: Sun] We just came to party And I'm feelin' good I got the Remy for any women that's feeling loose Your man grillin' and he
? Haha Keep doing it [50 Cent:] Do it again [Eminem:] What...? [50 Cent:] Laugh [Eminem:] Oh Haha! [50 Cent:] I like that, haha [Eminem:] Haha haha [50 Cent:] hehe [Eminem
until these ho's feel this I ain't gonna let you derail me, man I got Young Kobe homey, you gotta let go of Obie 'Cause Obie be back, (going nowhere, man
Too many niggaz tried to clone me Truly yours, prince of New York but P.O.N.Y to you homie You know me [Ali Vegas (Eminem)] Uh-oh, here we go again First
you I stand my grounds, be a man homie No quarters no halves, with them wholes thang "Fuck it, pitch in nigga!" and don't fuck with them chickens man
and starrin in it [Eminem] The one man on the planet that'll drive off of the Grand Canyon Hop out of a Grand Am and land in it handstandin Any man plannin
[feat. Eminem, Project Paki] [Eminem] Slim Shady Asshole [Royce] Any nigga wit guns, we got guns too More heated, ready to outgun you It's too late