Black M ! Les chroniques du 75, volume 2 ! Moi j'me fout d'la gueule du loup, y croit encore que j'vais m'jeter, Hier j'l'ai vu il avait des einss (
juste pour dire que dans la 9eme zone on a nique l'rap Et que les flow cain-ri vers la Slim Shady Mais poto laisse tomber nous on se torche avec Tututu slim Shady
pour dire que dans la 9eme zone on a nique l'rap Et que les flow cain-ri vers la Slim Shady Mais poto laisse tomber nous on se torche avec Tututu slim Shady
you a spin You'll know some tricks By the time we get through Shady lady You want it all your own way Shady lady You won't let go of your prey Shady
it goes I'm slim shady, yes I'm the real shady All you other slim shadys are just imitating So won't The Real Slim Shady please stand up Please stand
crazy girl Shady girl Someone tell me Tell me why we always fighting And disrespecting Thought I knew you now I see you For all that your worth You're a shady shady girl Such a shady
bobby And remembering, A special envy He possesed the only thing my life was missing, Can only guess why every bodies telling me that shes shady... Ooohhhhhhhhh, whhhyyyyy? oooooooohhhhhhhhhh....soooooo Shady shady shady Shady
Hi, my name is, my name is (What? Who?) My name is Slim Shady Hi, my name is, my name is (Huh? What?) My name is Slim Shady Ahem, excuse me Can I have
tryin' to get off Fuck slittin' her throat, cut this bitches head off Wait! what if there's an explanation for this shit? What? She tripped? Fell? Landed on his dick? Alright Shady
Whoo, hey, how you guys doin'? You want more? Alright, then shut up Shoo bee doo (Shoo bee doo) Shoo bee doo (Shoo bee doo) Shoo bee doo (Shoo bee doo
Life.. by Marshall Mathers What is life? Life is like a big obstacle put in front of your optical to slow you down And everytime you think you gotten
Life by Marshall Mathers What is life? Life is like a big obstacle put in front of your optical to slow you down And every time you think you gotten past
Dirty Dozen I be the F-R-O the double G *coughing in background* And check out the man he goes by the name of er... Verse One: Eminem Slim Shady, brain
All I see is murder, murder, my mind state Makes it too late for cops in tryin' to stop the crime rate All I see is murder, murder, my mind state Murder
Come on hey hey we goin' to the beach grab a couple of toys and let dada strap you in the car seat. Where's Mama? She's takin' a little nap in the
in a van wrapped in Saran plastic Get your damn ass kicked, by these fantastic Furious four motherfuckers Flashin' in front of your face without the Grand Masters Slim Shady
Redrum" Brain size of a bread crumb Which drug will I end up dead from Inebriated, till my stress is elevated How in the fuck can Eminem and Shady be
home, they say the ghosts of bad and evil still live In that tavern and on a quiet night, you can still hear the footsteps of Slim Shady and Royce Da