Givin' niggaz black eyes and bloody lips Cauliflower ears and extra clips Gun clappin' music slappin' party crashin' Brash and motherfucker flashin' The holiday just came on the first second and
never fallin down i'm hella irresponsible and possibly the cause of the my subsequent downfall now I take a pause and reflect on my karma and laws i
store at the corner With is head resting uneasily on his folded arms And the boy that smiled and the girl he went with And in my eyes too A waving craziness
twisted and the sirens high and shrill And crumpled in his fist was a five-dollar bill And the naked mannequins with their cheshire grins And the raconteurs and
out the enemy with double shots of hennessey And ain't no such thing as a survivor Seal the blunt with saliva set it on fire While I dominate brainstorm
of the my subsecuent downfall now a take a pause and relfect on my karma and laws ive ignored all the signs that could cause a turn and redirected my
-raving mad, And the cabbies were the only ones that really had it made And his cold trousers were twisted, and the sirens high and shrill, And crumpled
and on, Eminem is on Off and on, Dr. Dre is On Cause if I get locked up tonite! Then I might not come home tonite! [Dre] Keep it moving! Off and on, Eminem is on
on high I got my pride on low faith-faith on high Turn the treble up, bass on high I got my pride on low faith-faith on high All my people in the building
watch a bit of TV and I do some channel surfin Flip through, then get up, shower to freshen up Shave off my peach fuzz and then get my teeth brushed
Eyes foggy from purple haze blunts, surgicul blade graze chumps I open flesh, leave no razor bumps And made this jump up to the sound of frantic gun fire
soul and my might When I feel you by my side yes I'm flying like a kite You open up my eyes and give me sight Super energized and everyday I feel you
My Feet Gimme My Soul I'm Incomplete I Need My Eyes I Want My Teeth Gimme My Scope Give Me My Beliefs (Chorus) Oh, Here I Hang On This, Hook, Line And
for something to take me over Oh measure Measure the weight of your perception By your words and their effect on the resurrection of love and pain And
is mine When the clouds turn red and the horizon as in flames My blood my heart my soul my hands my feet My hair and eyes my head my lips and teeth
to find function... Tell what he was saying, and his voice was low and his hive high And his eyes were low... Alright! It was on fire and his
, like brand new Mo-Mo's on a Porsche and your shit is sittin on rims, let me begin to elaborate, rings on his hands like each finger was Saturn and the