life Turn another shade of grey The choices I made, I create A dead end street No turning back If I'd try to change or rearrange Then my sun would turn
to, jump Thorough borough, bricks, ashy elbow kid I fuck chicks off Elmo Flicks My tape is off safety, tongue the gun Mouth to barrel, I spit, it numbs
line on my stomach from the sizzler The drama is a part of the story that I'm a give ya The black mags and back stabs are so familiar The knapsacks and black
reason now y'all niggaz ain't got shit 'Cause every time I turn around y'all on the L.O.X. dick Niggaz that's narrow, I just smack 'em wit the barrel
comes from right here on Earth Slim Shady, Misdemeanor Timbaland, Slim Shady Misdemeanor I'm homicidal and suicidal with no friends Holdin' a gun with no handle, just a barrel
is invincible His remarkable armor is supreme Yo sometimes I'm liable to spaz and break fool Grab my gun, select one, snatch son Put the barrel by his
of none of y'all monkeys At school my teachers used to flunk me Hopin? one day I turn to junkey But only God can judge me, words of Makaveli Black Israeli
sun shines as the Earth turns Nowadays is the ghetto germ, knockin off whoever concerned I dip your brain in the blood of fire, prophecize like Jeremmiah Turn
blaze the chronic Call 9-11, then call your reverend Then call Heaven, here I come Lord Live by the gun, die by the gun A eye for an eye when you live
a circle, snip the 50's up Range Rove, 24 inch, blacked out bulbs Blows fast, but hit your ho slow with the soul pole Creepin' on niggas tryin' to test me in the black
be knockin' her boots When she's away from home, she be swallowin' juice You thinkin' that's yo' son but he ain't lookin' like you See the barrel of a gun
shit like Ronnie Dio It's a black day of rest, quick run get your vest I'm down with the hill 'cause I still got the skill To turn the party out, it'
I rock shit like Ronnie Dio It's a black day of rest quick run get your vest I'm down with the Hill 'cause I still got the skill To turn the party out
comes from right here on Earth Slim Shady, Misdemeanor Timbaland, Slim Shady, Misdemeanor I'm homicidal, and suicidal with no friends Holdin' a gun with no handle, just a barrel
if you don't, that's all on you. Bullet Proof: 16 worth a mill my whole clique push dope Transportin' ki's in the all black Camero 50 G's on the seat
I saw was red I gently stroke her arm as she lies lifeless on her back Then placed the barrel in my mouth, all I saw was black
Give no extension on the lynchin' It's tension if the name of the Clan is mentioned It's the aura that's felt, that causes one to flash his gun And reveal
