[Intro: Eminem] Haha, Swifty McVay! Mr. Porter, the Kon Artis (ha!) I told you we wasn't leavin, c'mon! [Swifty McVay:] I come from a jungle, with a
't married to the game But you probably shouldn't have came to the altar Every bar like propane for the sawed-off, using (?) to forge you Eminent Mr. Porter
this is Dres, and I'm letting ya know That S-H-O-W-B-I-Z and A.G. are all that So just sit back, relax, if you got a big bozak grab that Like Mr. Long
ticky ticky buzz the sun winks the sky I fumble through my fuzz and buzz Mr. I Tell him scoop the beats in the flying saucer kit Meet me at the port
bored or - bring it back I get bitches, I get money, no specific order Filthy hit recorder, wipe or Ricky mixed with Ricky Porter Butchie Jones mixed with Mr
[Intro - Royce Da 5'9"/Mr. Porter] Boy, I done warned you I don't give a fuck, I do what I wan' do Better listen up close nigga, don't trip Yo heat's
hover trade and the sergeant of snow They call me Mr. Killa Gram in case yo ass ain't know I'm the boss baller of blow when you come to the Gulf Other
money, when you fuck with Mr. Porter-r-r-r-r..." [Joell Ortiz] As long as I got my pen I don't need a friend We got ears that we each'll lend each other
It's just another Saturday night Livin' in the 90's With Mr. Almost, not Mr. Right Tell me Where is the moonlight And champagne and roses? God knows,
Music: Frank Wildhorn Lyrics: Jack Murphy It's just another Saturday night livin' in the 90's with Mr. Almost, not Mr. Right tell me... where is the
us How you married to the game but you probably shouldn't have came to the altar Every bar like propane for the sawed-off, using ? to forge you Eminem, Mr. Porter
in that ass Mr. Dead Folx, Colton Grundy Ya Dead Homie Don't be acting like you don't see me Believe me man you don't know me (Repeat Till End) Mr Dead
"gee, I'll die for my country" mentality That made it all possible Our history, made from other people's misery Our history, built on other
the fountain Mr. Porter stay live on wax While you throw records into crowds just to say you have a hit track [Kuniva] Im the alcohlic Bring catastrophy to others
hard to guarantee Is he gay or european? Warner: Well, hey don't look at me. Vivian: You see they bring their boys up different in those charming foreign ports
Porter The rollicking Rajah of Romp? King Porter The plinkin'est plunker This side o' the border? Who? Except King Porter Who is the King of the keys? King Porter
dyin', I mean they fryin' Gone off that juice and leave their mothers cryin' (Fermalgahide) 'Cuz their little boy is dead, 'cuz that color blue or red And wanta do what them other
I got on my cowboy boots, jeans And Hawaiian shirt, mirrored sunglasses And a mobile phone I guess I look like some Port Aransas Dope dealer that's out
