white trash party, I'm at drama central I walk up in there looking at my phone on twitter tweetin' I'm feelin' a bunch of bitches lookin' at a nigga,
Be candy paintin' the neighborhood kids I got that whole block lookin' like it's Candyland Ask about me, man, they be like, there go the candy man I park
to hate me yeahhhheahhh it's like. you. don't. want. me to win so. this. time. i'm goin' in! (verse 3) (eminem) yeah this game has got me goin' crazy
have at stake, Look at my daughters face... 'Mommy somethings is wrong with dad I think! He's acting weird again, he's really beginning to scare me.
enough for me, fuck yeah, light it up Cheech! Come on, smoke me out, cuz, give me contact buzz Get me on track, they love me when I'm on that stuff
man Now everybody's pissed at me like it's my fault This name rhymes with so many different words, geez So one last time, Mr. Christopher Reeves Won't you break it down for me
Did you Miss me? Jessica Simpson sing the chorus Dina Rea ? (Eminem) (CHORUS) When you walked through the door It was clear to me (clear to me) You
out Girl, giddy-up, now get, get down He's lookin' around this club And it looks like people are havin' a shit fit now Here, little t-t-trailer trash, take a look
place and just kick it like Taboo And possibly bend ya over Look back and watch me Smack that, all on the floor Smack that, give me some more Smack that
at? And look where it's at Middle America, now it's a tragedy Now it's so sad to see, an upper class city Havin this happenin' Then attack Eminem 'coz
and care free Paris and Nikki's parents must be so tickled to cherish Every picture with their kids with hickeys all over their necks Hickory dickory derk diggler Look at me
wanna leave the game Without- at least saying goodbye So All my people on the left, all my people on the right Swing one last time Eminem: Get ya
girls touch me, as if i'm up three, don't wee, have more work to do, oh pee pee, don't go and cheat, i still have me, me, me me & you, having s*x in
it up, (now) Shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me, Come on girl, shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me Ahh girl, shake that ass for me
And I don't wanna resort to violence of any sort But whys she shoving me for doesn't she love me no more? Wasn't she hugging me four minutes ago at the
s surface and sentenced for murdering instruments Now I'm trying to repent from it But when I hear the beat I'm tempted to make another attempt at it
look, She's probably six foot tall like big foot, The hell with that, we should probably run, Don't dare look back, There probably probably probably there probably was a problem at
pretend you miss me when you kiss me Then you diss me and we strenuously fight continuously Again you frisk me, for numbers trying to bust me It must