ways to waste some time And when you heard you Troubled with some compliment And you tried not to whine Not to feel already spent And it's true look at you
better ways to waste some time And when you heard you Troubled with some compliment And you tried not to whine Not to feel already spent And it's true look at you
't you busa rhyme for me, boy? Slim Shady Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy? I had a huge attitude, started off staticky Mad at you, had you mad at me
saw a French mermaid Treated her to caviar and wine over shrimp brain In the raw, on the ocean floor, need I say more? You never heard nobody kick it
breather when this shit get critical get you through a long day, whole sale missin you all the player haters, they dont know who to listen to personal, baby im tuckin you
Hearin' you out is senseless, perhaps for instance I give this faggot a French kiss Black gloves, no prints, dark tints Word on the street, they ain't heard from him since You
' now you see he fell Uh, uh, now you motherfuckers Know what my name means when you hear it in the streets (Uh) Y'all bitches fear it cause you weak You wanna hear
deeper than that Old French braid Stickier than jam and jelly phased, kick it Everybody else real talkin bout something What you thought you heard bitch
cry I'd ask why, she'd point to my drunk pops He tried to hit her again but that shit stops I kick him in his throat, you hear his neck break I throw
if you crazy Results in getting stomped by Doc and Stu-Baby Keep ridin' Paseo for me If you ridin' solo tonight Just keep on thinkin' Marco Polo for life when you
Capone And if you come sick you stupid 'Cause my click don't give a fuck but they ready to shoot shit Up but nigga, you better duck nigga 'Fore you
be where you are For your recognition: You're born to be my sweet thang [verse 1] Hey, boy, listen now When I saw you the first time You really blew my mind You
you know that I am six foot three But did you know that I'm part Cherokee Oh I'm a major hunk Have you ever seen me dunk You know that I'm a Spanish
it (WOO) And she like 'Boy, you tha truth' (You tha truth) And he like (yeah) 'Boy, you tha truth' (you tha truth) And she like (hold up) 'Boy, you tha
tasted in along time Can you put some cheese on it for me? Throw something at me when it's ready Yes I can give it to you bitch But can you handle this shit You
when young folks is talkin' Huh, you little snake in the grass You swing a hammer, but you couldn't break a glass Gimme a lighter, woof! Now you're
you busa rhyme for me, boy, Slim Shady Yeah Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy I had a huge attitude, started off staticky Mad at you, had you mad at
shit bitch I'll kill you and kick you In your motherfuckin dick and your clit...you little pussy Hermaphardite with no apettite And you aint rappin right but you
