out Attempt murders, two to sixty on a cop out I'm fucking with my nigga's up north on a lockout The M A S A, you run your mouth we smack the tast out
million nine hundred and ninety nine When I aim and fire my rhymes, like a hundred cannon balls flying Striking you one at a time, in a parallel line
a good idea 'Til a murder happen to you Dumb stupid, or stupid dumb Either one you don't have a clue Voice perfect for CNN but knew Larry King wouldn
Llama, bring ha, ha, ha Extra extra bring the Da-Llama Verse a better one, then slice a versa God acre, massacre murdered Also known as a rap wrecka, not a
over, everybody knows now It's no fuckin' secret You know this motherfucker, okay It's over, that's it, die bang, bang, bang I got that bomb, bomb Ti-ti-tity, bomb, bomb, bomb
heat you'll be defeated Oh, them bloody murder, murder baby Silent situation Is always the perfect assassination Now to the graveyard nigga where your braveheart, you play hard Now it's time
battleground, pave the way For birth of a Generation X Spoken with a project dialect Bomb threat to the air waves, hit the deck Pressed for time in a
you chill, holla at ya where you live nigga, fuck a record deal (what's happenin) I graduated out the yay, to stack a couple mill Who would figure it would be a
pounds, with a record of 17 rapes, 400 assaults, and 4 murders, the undisputed, most diabolic villain in the world : Slim Shady! Chorus : Eminem So crack a
paybacks Closest to the perfect scenario you made a move but it backfired Magnified by the fact that you tried to project a persona of confrontation by subverting a crew who in fact you idolized Next time
was a good idea, til a murder happen to you Dumb-stupid, or stupid-dumb, either one you dont have a clue Voice perfect for CNN but knew Larry King wouldn
drop out Attempt murders, two to sixty on a cop out I'm fucking with my nigga's up north on a lockout The M A S A, You run your mouth we smack the tast
deep a perfect killing machinery hey Mr. President get some sleep Hijacking in the east a murder in the west for the good cause it's all justified A
world drop dimes This world you'll fine there's no other like my kind [Hook: Bizzy Bone] Code Murder One, Code Murder One, Code Murder One, Code Murder One Murder
well It's bigger than a breadbox It can roast my leaky finance I'll take my seat atop the Brooklyn Bridge With a Coke and a bag of chips To watch a thousand
Protected by the red, black, green with a key Slaves from the Motherland, boy, what a drag Especially when royalty's chained by a caveman A vanglorious
plenty heat you'll be defeated OHHHHH , them bloody murder, murder baby Silent situation Is always the perfect assassination Now to the graveyard nigga where your braveheart, you play hard Now it's time