and dirty sheets and i'm so alone i'm rotting from the inside out this isn't how it's supposed to be i'm sick and i'm tired and i can't take anymore
sheets and i'm so alone i'm rotting from the inside out this isn't how it's supposed to be i'm sick and i'm tired and i can't take anymore sleepless
go head over heels for the whips And the chains, and the chips, and the range and the clips In the guns and the women and the fun living in cribs in the
mince meat Toss you where the fish be And leave your teeth marks where my fist be if you diss me Listen and respect I'm Mr. S.O.S. And I ain't takin'
who is it It's Dougie, up in your motherfucking ear so bitch listen Sick and tired of telling you bitches, quit playing them games Me and my dog barking and grinding, and
I might not come home tonite! [Dre] Keep it moving! Off and on, Eminem is on Off and on, Dr. Dre is On [Eminem] The whole entire world can sit and twirl like a whirling tire
I might not come home tonight! [Dr. Dre] Keep it moving! Off and on, Eminem is on Off and on, Dr. Dre is On [Eminem] The whole entire world can sit and twirl like a whirling tire
might not come home tonite! [Dre] Keep it moving! Off and on, Eminem is on Off and on, Dr. Dre is On [Eminem] The whole entire world can sit and twirl like a whirling tire
Cuban cigar Let's get it poppin' [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks] I'm tired of you niggas with your maybe beef We gonna be here forever, you're temporary like baby teeth I'm in and
love. I know he'll be there waiting. Four hundred girls in the room And I am all he sees. Enough debating. I'm sick and tired of waiting. I grab my petticoat and
beat they ass and e'rything, son. I'ma prove this shit, right here. Me and my nigga. What!? [Movie Sample] Violence and punishment of enemies. [Killah
that hoe back? Yeah, word to life, I'm sick and tired of playin school girl games They ( ? ) like it's nasty, actin all ashamed Instead just put it up to your lips and
Sick and tired of being broke There's no way out, it's such a joke Can't get out of the red, on the bread line Gonna dive in deep, it's the perfect crime
I know he'll be there waiting Four hundred girls in the room And I am all he sees Enough debating I'm sick and tired of waiting I grab my petticoat and
tremendous horse-kick What now, nigga? look at ya, talk shit Can't do it, 'cause you ain't got no teeth in ya mouth And I know ya just tired of me, beatin
teeth in ya mouth And I know ya just tired of me, beatin ya out Ya trained all year, in a karate class And took one second, to put yo' ass in a body bag
