Wherever you go, wherever you go I buy something here and I buy something wrong But I?ve got my apathy and I?ve got all I want Whatever you need you
think I'm just losin my brain, I wake up in sweat, my girl think im sniffin that ?caine, I try to remember, but none of them ever the same, I dream of
the seven slain infants (Oh my God!) Brain implants and they say there's a slim chance I won't stay the same cause I traded brains with a chimpanz' [
I aint in pain. No, we ain't the same, you drunk, I'm on everything. Sick when I kick it, gout. Me sobering up, hah, ouff. Cash rules everything, Acid
All these little young kids ain't got no direction Shit, these lil kids is on everything Syrup. Painkillers. Cigarette. Weed. Hennessy. Vodka. hahaha
seven slain infants (Oh my God!) Brain implants and they say there's a slim chance I won't stay the same cause I traded brains with a chimpanz' [
late I'm triple platinum and tragedies happen in two states I invented violence, you vile venomous volatile bitches vain Vicadin, vrinnn Vrinnn, VRINNN! {*chainsaw revs up*} Texas Chainsaw, left his brains all
if it wasn't for your whip, I'd have nothin to strip [Em] If it wasn't for a wrist, I'd have nothin to slit If it wasn't for the shrooms, I'd have nothin
these pictures of the Devil to sell 'em I ain't "acid rap," but I rap on acid Got a new blow-up doll and just had a strap-on added WHOOPS! Is that a subliminal
s hot And shoot me twenty-five times in the same spot (Ow!) I think I got a generation brainwashed to pop pills and smoke pot til they brains rot (uhh
the suburbs and punish the rich for their ignorance For the horror of death, that is part of our life in our neighborhood And give them a taste of the same
They appear in the same order on the song as in the album's liner notes. [Eminem] Translation So you can suck my dick if you don't like, my shit Cause
make a deal with the devil himself To see that place blown up There in that interesting land I know Where no one has a brain They all wear jeans that are acid
sitting down like Terrell Owens I spell evil backwards, I gotta live If money's the root to evil then fuck it, I'm an evil bastard You know that diesel acid
to develop these pictures of the Devil to sell 'em I ain't 'Acid Rap' but I rap on acid Got a new blow up doll and just had a strap on added Whoops! Is
All these little young kids aint got no direction Shit, these lil kids is on everything Syrup. Painkillers. Cigarette. Weed. Hennessy. Vodka. hahaha ha