Cut the chord from this power supply that gives control to this failure. I am justice anticipating sweet revenge, like a killer. As the fog clears out
: Cut the chord from this power supply that gives control to this failure. I am justice anticipating sweet revenge, like a killer. As the fog clears
of us. Ladies love us and my posse’s kicking up dust. It’s on till the break of dawn and we’re starting this party from dusk Ok … let’s go Eminem Back
talk It's in the air of New York So everybody'll pick em up, kissin em up Treatin' them like they own, in dis hood we call home Fist fight till we grown
{*Male sings in background, which repeats the last word on every other line during 50 Cent's verse; then says "body" throughout Banks & Yayo's verse
I'll peel back the skin from my head Let the sun melt you from my memory I'll drink myself to sleep and escape The nightmares of being awake. I'll
miss the feeling of my fist bashing your face Why don't you comeback to insult me again So I can crucify you as I did last time Oh please doorknocker
I got her majesty Athena riding shotty wide-eyed I pull the elephant tranq out of my neck, gaffle a tank, count up the chips, wrestle the fangs off of my fist
miniature major labels Hold it sacred, living it for the culture Told ya plainly, protected it from the vultures That's why I always get respect from
out And I just turn my head and disregard the past And play dumb just like the rest Oh no, I'm gonna throw my fist in the air And erase you from my memory
all alone That boy was the coldest, on the microphone Screw took it harder, than anyone thought It's hard to be apart, from someone close to your heart South Park from
with myself but perhaps I should take advice from bumper stickers But seeing old guitarists on their farm with their children reminscing is that feeling that I'm missing from
what relationships bring That's why you lookin at my fingers but you see no rings Just a fist full of digits and a forty ounce of Miller Cause the last
to the voices in the wind Sounds of mystery with the message they bring Curse of metal brought from strange and blinding light Signs of power from
Some reject Christ cause it's popular, unaware his death is stoppin' the Wrath of holy God from droppin' ya Hope the Good News starts rockin' ya Before the last tick tock from
these aren't the last lines that I'll see.." So please cut this string, attached to my wrists Buried in my shaking palm, I hold this evil in my fist I
