C. Screwed Up Click, now boot up bitch I'm ready for war, bout to suit up bitch [Chorus x2] We sick of you bitches putting our niggas under the floor
I probably got a screw loose or two or maybe three or four of 'em, Some fell out and hit the floor, All I know is ever since my fuckin head hit the snowbank
little slash and scars And with the dimes plus, the cash, and cars If u pose to threat & flee You beta b in my pedigree Or on the floor is where your head
Eminem] I probably got a screw loose or two or maybe three or four of 'em, some fell out and hit the floor, All I know is ever since my fuckin head hit
more, till i bust a little dance in the middle of the floor. I might draw a couple gash, a couple more, till there's a couple bodies on the hotel floor
kid from high class level Show 'em what Christmas like growin' up in the ghetto Teach niggas how to spend, stack the rest Give blunts to the niggas under
came through bangin screwed up in my hoo-doo you know Im comin realla, partna then I think ya knew that boy tha lean and fell on his head we comin through
partner, you gawfin' Get up outta the way when Techa N9ne be bustin' Gotta give it up I'm a veteran like Edison I'ma light 'em up and get in your head
her dinosaur dick Big bad flow Weezy, fuck the polices Church like a choir and a couple of old priests Elevator in my crib 'cause it's five floors I'm
Po-yo, and his trunk is steady glowin see that boy me and Poo hes steady jammin Screw two toned blades flippin rollin with tha whole crew yes that screw
- Eminem] I probably got a screw loose or two or maybe three or four of 'em, some fell out and hit the floor, All I know is ever since my fuckin head
I probably got a screw loose or two or maybe three or four of 'em, some fell out and hit the floor, All I know is ever since my fuckin head hit the snowbank
every white kid from high class level Show 'em what christmas like growin' up in the ghetto Teach niggas how to spend, stack the rest Give blunts to the niggas under
slates came raining down A blade of light upon the spit came sweeping through the roar With me head inside a barrel and me leg screwed in the floor Mother
Take every white kid from high class level Show 'em what Christmas like growin' up in the ghetto Teach niggas how to spend, stack the rest Give blunts to the niggas under
thinking a lot about my anthem. Whenever I get a really good idea, i write it down at my diary before it puts off in my head. And you know what've come
