Look, if you had one shot, one opportunity To seize everything you ever wanted-One moment Would you capture it or just let it slip? His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgettin What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out He's chokin, how everybody's jokin now The clock's run out, time's up over, bloah! Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravity Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked He's so mad, but he won't give up that Is he? No He won't have it , he knows his whole back city's ropes It don't matter, he's dope He knows that, but he's broke He's so stacked that he knows When he goes back to his mobile home, that's when it's Back to the lab again yo This whole rap shit He better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him [Hook:] You better lose yourself in the music, the moment You own it, you better never let it go You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo The soul's escaping, through this hole that it's gaping This world is mine for the taking Make me king, as we move toward a, new world order A normal life is borin, but superstardom's close to post mortar It only grows harder, only grows hotter He blows us all over these hoes is all on him Coast to coast shows, he's know as the globetrotter Lonely roads, God only knows He's grown farther from home, he's no father He goes home and barely knows his own daughter But hold your nose cuz here goes the cold water His hoes don't want him no mo, he's cold product They moved on to the next schmoe who flows He nose dove and sold nada So the soap opera is told and unfolds I suppose it's old potna, but the beat goes on Da da dum da dum da da [Hook] No more games, I'ma change what you call rage Tear this mothafuckin roof off like 2 dogs caged I was playin in the beginnin, the mood all changed I been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage But I kept rhymin and stepwritin the next cypher Best believe somebody's payin the pied piper All the pain inside amplified by the fact That I can't get by with my 9 to 5 And I can't provide the right type of life for my family Cuz man, these goddam food stamps don't buy diapers And it's no movie, there's no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life And these times are so hard and it's getting even harder Tryin to feed and water my seed, plus See dishonor caught up bein a father and a prima donna Baby mama drama's screamin on and Too much for me to wanna Stay in one spot, another jam or not Has gotten me to the point, I'm like a snail I've got to formulate a plot fore I end up in jail or shot Success is my only mothafuckin option, failure's not Mom, I love you, but this trail has got to go I cannot grow old in Salem's lot So here I go is my shot. Feet fail me not cuz maybe the only opportunity that I got [Hook] You can do anything you set your mind to, man Intro America hahaha We love you How many people are proud to be citizens of this beautiful country of ours? The stripes and the stars for the rights of men who have died for the protect? The women and men who have broke their necks for the freedem of speech the United States Government has sworn to uphold Yo, I want everyone to listen to the words of this song Or so we're told... Verse #1 I never woulda dreamed in a million years id see so many mutha fuckin people who feel like me Who share the same views And the same exact beliefs Its like a fuckin army marchin in back of me So many lives i touched So much anger aimed at no perticular direction Just sprays and sprays Straight through your radio wavs It plays and plays Till it stays stuck in your head For days and days who woulda thought standin in this mirror Bleachin my hair wit some Peroxide Reachin for a T shirt to wear That i would catipult to the fore-front of rap like this How can i predict my words And have an impact like this I musta struck a chord wit somebody up in the office Cuz congress keeps tellin me I aint causin nuttin but problems And now they sayin im in trouble wit the government Im lovin it I shovelled shit all my life And now im dumpin it on Chorus WHITE AMERICA I could be one of ur kids WHITE AMERICA Little erik looks just like this WHITE AMERICA Erica loves my shit I got to TRL Look how many hugs i get Verse #2 Look at these eyes baby blue baby just like urself If they were brown Shady knew shady sits on the shelf But Shadys cute Shady knew Shady's dimples would help Make ladies swoon baby (ooo baby) Look at myself! Lets do the math If i was black i woulda sold half I aint have to graduate From Lincoln High School to know that But i can rap so fuck school Im too cool to go back Gimme the mic Show me where the fuckin studio's at When i was underground No one gave a fuck i was white No lables wanted to sign me Almost gave up, i was like "Fuck it" Until i met Dre The only one who looked past Gave me a chance And i lit a fire up under his ass Helped him get back to the top Every fan black that i got Was probly his In exchange for every white fan that he's got Like damn we just swapped Sittin back look at this shit wow Im like "Does this skin work for my benifit now?" Chorus Verse #3 See the problem is i speak to suberban kids Who otherwise Woulda never knew these words exist These moms probly woulda never gave 2 squirts of piss Till i created so much mutha fuckin turbulence Straight out the tube right into ya livin rooms i came And kids Flipped When they found out i was produced by Dre Thats all it took And they were instantly hooked right in And they connected wit me too cuz i looked like them Thats why they put my lyrics up under this microscope Searchin wit a fine toothed comb Its like this rope waitin to choke Tightenin around my throat Watchin me while i write this like "I dont like this, NO!" All i hear is Lyrics lyrics constant controversy Sponsors workin round the clock To try to stop my concerts early Surely hip hop is never a problem In Harlem only In Boston After it bothered ya fathers of daughters startin to blossom Now im catchin the flack from these activists When they raggin Actin like im the 1st rapper to smack a bitch and say faggot Shit Just look at me like im ya closest pal A poster child the mutha fuckin spokesman now! Chorus Outro So to the parents of America I am the damager aimed at little Erica To attack her character The ring leader of the circus of worthless pawns Sent to lead the march right up to the steps of Congress And piss on the lawns of the whitehouse To burn the casket and replace it with a parental advisory sticker To spit liquor in the faces of this democracy of hipocracy Fuck you Ms Cheeney Fuck you Tipper Gore Fuck you with the free-este of space this divided state of embarrasment will allow me to have Fuck You hahaha! im just playin america, you know i love you -------------------------------without me Rabbit run

"Obie Trice/Real Name No Gimmicks..." Refrain 1 2 trailer park girls go round the outside/ round the outside, round the outside (Repeat Refrain 1) Refrain 2 Guess whos back, back again/ Shadys back, tell a friend/ Guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back/ Guess who's back... Verse 1 I've created a monster, cuz nobody wants to see Marshall no more they want Shady I'm chopped liver well if you want Shady, this is what I'll give ya a little bit of weed mixed with some hard liquor some vodka that'll jumpstart my heart quicker then a shock when I get shocked at the hospital by the Dr. when I'm not cooperating when I'm rocking the table while he's operating you waited this long now stop debating cuz I'm back, I'm on the rag and ovulating I know that you got a job Ms. Cheney but your husbands heart problem's complicating So the FCC wont let me be or let me be me so let me see they tried to shut me down on MTV but it feels so empty without me So come on and dip, bum on your lips fuck that, cum on your lips and some on your tits and get ready cuz this shit's about to get heavy I just settled all my lawsuits Fuck YOU DEBBIE! Chorus (X2) Now this looks like a job for me so everybody just follow me cuz we need a little controversy, cuz it feels so empty without me Verse 2 Little hellions kids feeling rebellious embarrassed, their parents still listen to Elvis they start feeling the prisoners helpless, 'til someone comes along on a mission and yells "bitch" A visionary, vision is scary, could start a revolution, pollutin the air waves a rebel so let me just revel an ask, the fact that I got everyone kissing my ass and it's a disaster such a catastrophe for you to see so damn much of my ass you ask for me? Well I'm back (batman sound) fix your bent antennae tune it in and then I'm gonna enter in and up under your skin like a splinter The center of attention back for the winter I'm interesting, the best thing since wrestling Infesting in your kids ears and nesting Testing "Attention Please" feel the tension soon as someone mentions me here's my 10 cents my 2 cents is free A nuisance, who sent, you sent for me? Chorus (X2) Verse 3 A tisk-it a task-it, I'll go tit for tat with anybody who's talking this shit that shit. Chris Kirkpatrick you can get your ass kicked worse than them little Limp Bizkit bastards, and Moby you can get stomped by Obie, you 36 year old bald headed fag blow me You don't know me, you're too old let go its over, nobody listens to techno Now lets go, give me the signal I'll be there with a whole list full of new insults I've been dope, suspenseful with a pencil ever since Prince turned himself into a symbol But sometimes the shit just seems, everybody only wants to discuss me So this must mean I'm disgusting, but its just me I'm just obscene Though I'm not the first king of controversy I am the worst thing since Elvis Presley, to do Black Music so selfishly and use it to get myself wealthy (Hey) there's a concept that works 20 million other white rappers emerge but no matter how many fish in the sea it'd be so empty without me Chorus (X2) (Hum dei dei la la Hum dei dei la la... la la la) X2 "Kids" Somedays I just wanna up and call the quits I feel like I'm surrounded by a wall of bricks Everytime I go to get up I just fall in pits My life's like one great big ball of shit! If I could, just put it all onto what I spit Instead of always tryina swallow it Instead of starin' at this wall and shit While I sit writin' this plot, sick of all this shit Kid, Call it Shit! All I know is I'm about to hit the wall If I ever have to see another one of Mom's alcaholic fits This is it last straw That's all, That's it I ain't dealin' with another fuckin' politic I'm like a skillet bubblin', until it filters up I'm about to kill it, I can fill it buildin' up Blow this buliding up, I've been sealed enough My cup, When its over I'da filled it up Then it explodes, and spills my guts You think all I do is stand here and feel my nuts Well.. Imma show you what, You gon' feel my rush If you don't feel it, then it must be too real to touch Build the dutch, Im about to tear shit up Goosebumps, Yea Imma make your hair sit up, Yea sit up Imma tell you who I be, Imma make you hate me, Cuz you ain't me You ate, it ain't too late for you to finally see What you close-minded Fucks, What you Blind to see Whoever finds me is gonna get a finders fee Out this world, they no it ain't a mind to me You need piece of mind? Here's a piece of mine All I need's a line, Sometimes I don't always find the words to rhyme To express how I'm really feeling at that time, Yes Sometimes, Sometimes, Sometimes Its just sometimes is always me How dark can these hallways be The clock strikes midnight 1, 2, then half passed 3 This half-ass rhyme, with this half-ass piece of paper I'm desperate in my task If I could just get the rest of this shit off my chest, Again Stuck in this slump, Can't think of nothing Fuck, I'm stumped, Oh Wait Here comes something, No! Its not good enough, scribble it out New pad, crinkle it up, and throw the shit out I'm fizzling out, thought I figured it out Balls in my court but I'm scared to dribble it out I'm afraid, but why am I afraid? Why am I a slave To this Tray? Sign not to spit to the grave Real enough to route you up, Want me to flip it? I can rip it any style you want. Imma switch to the bitch Jimmy Smith aint a quitter Imma sitter till I get enough finally hit a boiling point Put some oil in your joints, Flip the coin, Bitch come get destroyed And MC's worst dream, I make them tensed, they hate me See me and Shape like a Chainlink fence By the looks of em you would swear that Jaws was coming By the screams of them you would swear Im sawin someone By the way they runnin', you could swear that the law was coming Its now or never, And tonight is all or nothing Momma, Jimmy keeps leaving on us, He said he'd be back He pinky promised, I don't think he's honest I'll be back baby, I just gotta beat this clock Fuck this clock! Imma make them Eat this watch Don't believe me Watch! Imma win this race And Imma come back and rub my shit on your face, Bitch! I found my nitch, You gonna fear my voice Till your SICK of it you ain't gonna have a choice If I gotta scream till I have half a lung If I have have a chance, Imma grab it, Rabbit Run!

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Intro: Dr Dre: Marshall, sounds like an S.O.S. Eminem: Holy wack auto lyrical lyrics Andre, you're fucking right! Dr Dre: To the rap mobile, let's go! Lady: Marshall! Marshall! Eminem: Bitches and Gentleman! It's showtime! Hurry, hurry step right up! Introducing the star of our show, his name is... Lady: Marshall! Eminem: You wouldn't wanna be anywhere else in the world right now So without futher endo, I bring to you... Lady: Marshall! Verse #1: Your bout to witness hip hop in its Most pourest, most rawest form flow, almost flawless Most hardest, most honest, known artist Chip off the old block but old doc is back! Looks like Batman, brought his own Robin Oh god, Sadam's got his own Laden With his on private plane, his on pilot Set to blow college dorm room doors off the hinges Oranges, peach, pairs, plums, oranges *VRRM VRRM* Yeah, here I come My inches away from you, here fear none Hip hop is in a state of 911, so Chorus 2x: Let's get down to business I don't got no time to play around with this diss Must be a circus in town that shut the shit down On these clowns, and I gotta witness Dr Dre: Hell Yeah Verse #2: Dre gotta move fast, gotta perform mirracles Gee willycores Dre, only bat syllables Look at all the bullshit that goes on in Gotham When I'm gone time to get rid of these rap criminals So, skip to your lou, while I do what I do best You ain't even impressed no more, you used to wait Flows too wet, nobody clost to wet Nobody says it was till everyone knows the shit The most hated on outta all those who say it hate it On an eighties songs and exagerate it all So much they make it all up There's no such thing Like a female with good looks who cooks and cleans It just means so much more to so much more People when you rapping and you know what for The show must go on, so I'd like to welcome ya'll To Marshall and Andre's carnival C'mon, now! Chorus 2x: Verse #3: It's just like old times, the dynamic duel Two old friends, why panic? You allready know whos capable, the two caped heroes Dial straight down the center 8 0 0 You can even call collect, the most feared duet Since me and Elton, play career russian roulett And never even seen me blinging get me busting a sweat People stepping over people just to rush to the set Just to get to see a MC who breathes so freely Ease over these beats, and be so breezy Jesus, how can shit be so easy How can one Sandra be so leavy Turn on these beats MC's dont see me Believe me, BET and MTV Your gonna agree when we leave, dawg fo sheezy Can't leave rap alone the game needs me Til we grow beards, get weird and disappear into the mountains Nothing but clowns down here But we, ain't fucking around round here Yo Dre! Dr Dre: Whuddup? Eminem: Can I get a hell yeah? Dr Dre: Hell Yeah Chorus 2x: Outro: Eminem: So there you have it folks Lady: Marshall! Eminem: Has come to save the day Back with his friend Andre And to remind you that bullshit does not pay Because Lady: Marshall! Eminem: And Andre are here to stay and never go away Until our dying day, until we're old and grey Lady: Marshall! Eminem: So until next times friends Same blonde hair, same rap channel Goodnight everyone, thank you for coming Your host for the evening Lady: Marshall! Eminem: Oh, hah Sometimes I just feel like, quittin I still might Why do I put up this fight, why do I still write Sometimes it's hard enough just dealin with real life Sometimes I wanna jump on stage and just kill mics And show these people what my level of skill's like But I'm still white, sometimes I just hate life Somethin ain't right, hit the brake lights Case of the stage fright, drawin a blank like Da-duh-duh-da-da, it ain't my fault Great then I falls, my insides crawl and I clam up (wham) I just slam shut I just can't do it, my whole manhood's just been stripped, I have just been vicked So I must then get, off the bus then slip Man fuck this shit yo, I'm goin the fuck home World on my shoulders as I run back to this 8 Mile Road [Chorus] I'm a man, I'ma make a new plan Time for me to just stand up, and travel new land Time to really just take matters into my own hands Once I'm over these tracks man I'ma never look back (8 Mile Road) And I'm gone, I know right where I'm goin Sorry momma I'm grown, I must travel alone And go follow the footsteps I'm makin my own Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road [Eminem] I'm walkin these train tracks, tryin to regain back the spirit I had 'fore I go back to the same crap To the same plant, and the same pants Tryin to chase rap, gotta move ASAP And get a new plan, momma's got a new man Poor little baby sister, she don't understand Sits in front of the TV, buries her nose in the pad And just colors until the crayon gets dull in her hand While she colors her big brother and mother and dad Ain't no tellin what really goes on in her little head Wish I could be the daddy that neither one of us had But I keep runnin from somethin I never wanted so bad! Sometimes I get upset, cause I ain't blew up yet It's like I grew up, but I ain't grow me two nuts yet Don't gotta rep my step, don't got enough pep The pressure's too much man, I'm just tryin to do what's best And I try, sit alone and I cry Yo I won't tell no lie, not a moment goes by That I don't pray to the sky, please I'm beggin you God Please don't let me be bitchin holdin no regular job Yo I hope you can hear me homey wherever you are Yo I'm tellin you dawg I'm bailin this trailer tomorrow Tell my mother I love her, kiss baby sister goodbye Say whenever you need me baby, I'm never too far But yo I gotta get out there, the only way I know And I'ma be back for you, the second that I blow On everything I own, I'll make it on my own Off to work I go, back to this 8 Mile Road [Chorus] [Eminem] You gotta live it to feel it, you didn't you wouldn't get it Or see what the big deal is, why it wasn't the skillest To be walkin this borderline of Detroit city limits It's different, it's a certain significance, a certificate of authenticity, you'd never even see But it's everything to me, it's my credibility You never seen heard smelled or met a real MC who's incredible upon the same pedestal as me But yet I'm still unsigned, havin a rough time Sit on the porch with all my friends and kick dumb rhymes Go to work and serve MC's in the lunchline But when it comes crunch time, where do my punchlines go Who must I show, to bust my flow Where must I go, who must I know Or am I just another crab in the bucket Cause I ain't havin no luck with this little Rabbit so fuck it Maybe I need a new outlet, I'm startin to doubt shit I'm feelin a little skeptical who I hang out with I look like a bum, yo my clothes ain't about shit if the Salvation Army tryin to salvage an outfit And it's cold, tryin to travel this road Plus I feel like I'm on stuck in this battlin mode My defenses are so up, but one thing I don't want is pity from no one, the city is no fun There is no sun, and it's so dark Sometimes I feel like I'm just bein pulled apart I'm torn in my limbs, by each one of my friends It's enough to make me just wanna jump out of my skin Sometimes I feel like a robot, sometimes I just know not what I'm doin I just blow, my head is a stove top I just explode, the kettle gets so hot Sometimes my mouth just overloads the ass that I don't got But I've learned, it's time for me to U-turn Yo it only takes one time for me to get burned Ain't no fallin no next time I meet a new girl I can no longer play stupid or be immature I got every ingredient, all I need is the courage Like I already got the beat, all I need is the words Got the urge, suddenly it's a surge Suddenly a new burst of energy is occured Time to show these free world leaders the three and a third I am no longer scared now, I'm free as a bird Then I turn and cross over the median curb Hit the verbs and all you see is a blur from 8 Mile Road [Chorus]

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--Cleanin out my closet --when the music stops

Where's my snare, I have no snare in my headphones, there ya' go, yeah, yo', yo'... Have you ever been hated or discriminated against, I have, i've been protested and demonstrated against, picket signs for my wicked rhymes, look at the times, sick is the mind of the motherfuckin' kid that's behind, all this commotion, emotions run deep as ocean's explodin', tempers flaring from parents, just blow 'em off and keep goin', not takin' nothin' from no one, give 'em hell long as i'm breathin', keep kickin' ass in the mornin', an' takin' names in the evening, leave 'em with a taste as sour as vinegar in they mouth, see they can trigger me but they'll never figure me out, look at me now, I bet ya' probably sick of me now, ain't you mama, i'ma make you look so ridiculous now... [CHORUS] I'm sorry mama, I never meant to hurt you, I never meant to make you cry, but tonight i'm cleanin' out my closet, {one more time}, I said i'm sorry mama, I never meant to hurt you, I never meant to make you cry, but tonight i'm cleanin' out my closet... I got some skeletons in my closet and I don't know if no one knows it, so before they thrown me inside my coffin and close it, i'ma expose it, i'll take you back to '73, before I ever had a multi-platinum sellin' Cd, I was a baby, maybe I was just a couple of months, my faggot father must have had his pantie's up in a bunch, cause he split, I wonder if he even kissed me goodbye, no I don't on second thought, I just fuckin' wished he would die, I look at Hailie and I couldn't picture leavin' her side, even if I hated Kim, I grit my teeth and I'd try, to make it work with her at least for Hailie's sake, I maybe made some mistakes but i'm only human, but i'm man enough to face them today, what I did was stupid, no doubt it was dumb, but the smartest shit I did was take them bullets out of that gun, cause id'a killed 'em, shit I would have shot Kim and him both, it's my life, i'd like to welcome y'all to the Eminem show... [CHORUS] Now I would never diss my own mama just to get recognition, take a second to listen for you think this record is dissin', but put yourself in my position, just try to envision witnessin' your Mama poppin' prescription pills in the kitchen, bitchin' that someone's always goin' through her purse and shits missin', going through public housing systems, victim of Munchausen's syndrome, my whole life I was made to believe I was sick when I wasn't 'til I grew up, now I blew up, it makes you sick to ya' stomach, doesn't it, wasn't it the reason you made that Cd for me, ma, so you could try to justify the way you treated me, ma, but guess what, your gettin' older now and it's cold when your lonely, and Nathan's growing up so quick, he's gonna know that your phoney, and Hailie's getting so big now, you should see her, she's beautiful, but you'll never see her, she won't even be at your funeral, see what hurts me the most is you won't admit you was wrong, bitch, do your song, keep tellin' yourself that you was a mom, but how dare you try to take what you didn't help me to get, you selfish bitch, I hope you fuckin' burn in hell for this shit, remember when Ronnie died and you said you wished it was me, well guess what, I am dead, dead to you as can be... [CHORUS] If I were to die murdered in cold blood tomorrow Would you feel sorrow or show love Or would it matter Can never be the lead-off batter of things Shit for me to feed off I'm see-saw battlin But theres way too much at stake for me to be fake There's too much on my plate And I came way too far in this game to turn and walk away And not say what I got to say What the fuck you take me for? a joke? you smokin crack? Before I do that, I beg Mariah to take me back I get up 'for i get down, run myself in the ground, 'for I put some wack shit out I'm tryin-a smack this one out the park, five-thousand mark Ya'll steady tryin to drown the shark Ain't gonna do nothin but piss me off Lid to the can of whoop ass, just twist me off See me leap out, pull the piece out, fuck shootin i'm just trying to knock his teeth out Fuck with me now, bitch, let's see you freestyle Talk is cheap, motherfucker if you're really feeling froggish, leap Yo slim, you gonna let him get away with that? He tried to play you, you can't let him skate with that Man I hate this crap, this ain't rap, This is crazy the way we act When we confuse hip-hop with real life when the music stops Swift: There ain't no getting rid of McVeigh If so you woulda tried The only way I'm leavin this bitch is suicide I have died clinically, arrived back at my enemy's crib with hennesy, Got drunk then I finished he I'm every nigga's favorite arch-enemy. Physically fitted to be the most dangerous nigga with beef I spark willingly with a dillinger in the dark dilligently I'm not what you think I appear to be fucked up Mentally endangered I can't stay away from a razor I just want my face in a paper I wish a nigger had a grenade to squeeze tight to awake neighbors for acres I murder you Danger had me turned into a mad man, son of sam, bitch, I'm surgical I'l allergic to dyin, you think not? you got balls? We can see how large When the music stops Kon Artist: I was happy having a deal at first, Thought money would make me happy but It only made my pain worst, It hurts when u see ur friends turn their back on u dawg When u ain't got nothing left but ur word and ur balls N ur stress full of cause Of ur new friends they beggin with their hands out Checking for ur record when its selling When it aint, that's the end, no laughs No friends no girl Just the gin u drink till u car spin u then *Screech* Damn! *Crash* U slam into the wall and u fall Out the car, trying to crawl with one arm About to lose it all in a pool of alcohol If my funeral's tomorrow, wonder if they would even call when the music stops Kuniva: Let's see how many of your men loyal, When i pull up looking for you, With a pistol sipping on a can of pennzoil I'm revved up, who said what would lead bust ur head would just explode With red stuff i'm hand cuffed tossed in the paddy wagon Braggin about how u shot it like a coward, bullets devour you showered you Niggars, if i was u niggas, i'll run while given the chance Understand i can enchance the spirit of man Death itself, it can't hurt me, just the thought of dying alone that really Hurts me, u ain't worthy to speak thoughts of cheap talk Be smart and stop trying to walk how g's walk before we spark Hug the floor while we plan to the war with ur life, fuck the tour and the mic I'll rather fuck a whore with a knife, deliver that shit the coroner's like You high hype poppin' shit in broad day light nigga ur a gonna at night When The Music Stops Proof: Instigators, ????? pits in cages Let loose and bit the neighbours wrist to razors Ya'll don't want war, you want talk In the dark my dogs all bark like woof Proof nigga I'm a wolf, get your whole roof Caved in like reindeer hoofs Stomped the roof shake the floor tiles loose The more ya'll breach, the more I moves This hell street, this is hardcore blues Put a gun to rap checking all our jewels (nigga) Or make the news betcha all ya'll move When the uzi pop, you better drop when the music stop Bizzare: Music's changed my life in so many ways Brains confused and fucked since the 5th grade LL told me to rock the bells NWA said fuck the police Now i'm in jail 93 was strictly RNB Fucked up hair cut Listen to Jodeci Michael Jackson, who go tell me i'm Mike Ass cheeks painted white Fucking Presilla at night Flying down sunset smoking crack Transvestite in the front Eddi Murphy in the back MOP had me grindy and griddy Marilyn Manson, i dyed my hair blue And grew some titties Ludacris told me to throw them bowls Now i'm in the hospital Broken nose and a fractured elbow Voices in my head, i'm going in shock, I'm reaching for the glock but the music stops