and hand it over Butterflies, butterflies My heart will be the bridge that you walk over Sickened by the notion I give myself again Choking on the bullet
find it hard To deal with the way my Squad puts metal to flesh We rebels to death, leakin' body heat, decimals less My shotie completes the measure of death
on the payroll An they know when it?s time To handle business nigga lay low I got some killaz on the payroll An they know when it?s time To handle business
you fall, sesh kickin' in on all of y'all Now take it in through the nose, hold the smoke, let it go If ya choke, then you know, that's that, sell some
into this room I think I'm almost choking On the smell of stale perfume And that cigarette you're smoking 'Bout to scare me half to death Open up the
sh-t up on the grounds Tellin' us to pipe down, it's like talking to a meth head (get it? pipe? meth head? oh hilarity!) Bruce willis on his death bed
Then it probably is obvious I got it on with her 'Cause when I drop this solo shit it's over with I bought Cage's tape, opened it and dubbed over it
skull I picked it up and screamed, "Look bitch, what have you done?" "Oh my God, I'm sorry son", "Shut up you cunt", I said, "Fuck it" Took it and stuck it
the door, I lay your head on the floor With your body spread on the bedspread, red on the wall Red on the ceilin', red on the floor, get a new *** Met on the second, wet on
matches And still weren't found out (RIGHT HERE) From here on out it's the Chronic 2 Startin today and tomorrow's the new And I'm still loco enough To choke you to death
Sega Dreamcast And still won't found out From here on out it's the Chronic 2 Startin' today, tommorow's the new And I'm still loco enough to Choke you to death
on my name, cause I don't going back and forth your boss and your captain's soft [Chorus] [Eminem] We gonna bring it to anybody who want it you want it? you gonna get it
you should fear It ain't considered a crime unless they catch you We all die one day (Obie Trice go!) Cause we gonna bring it to anybody who want it You want it? you gon' get it
off, take their land and go there for vaction."' My people's culture was strong, it was pure And if not for that white greed It would've endured My
-check-check it. A to the G is gonna wreck it. On stage, on my record, so nigga don't forget it. I'm the man. The one-man-band is on my right hand. (
my path and I'm a blast it Mind over matter, I burn like battery acid Terrorizing, sizing up the guys-a Finger on trigger, when I pull it, a bullet flys