Even when the war is won, and when union flags are flown Even when the years have gone, the government still killed the miner?s son. There were
home Even when the war is won, and when union flags are flown Even when the years have gone, the government still killed the miner?s son. There
(feat. Tony Yayo, Obie Trice & Eminem) [Fort Minor:] You ready? ! Let's go! Eminem: Guess who's home? Yeah, for those of you that want to know what we
did to deserve being hurt so badly by my best- Miley interrupts: Oh stop I just can't go ok? Lily: Ok that's fine Johnny: Hey Miley hows it going (lily
know that when I let her go That it did not set me free'' That's when I said, "You sound like what's-his-name" He said, "That's who I am But you can
can get madonna, money, your threats are minor And bet you find your girl with a wet pijama Drippin with my cassette behind her Got more band trail than your hand's
your trouble spots Here's one from down voodoo way Bragged he had me by the you know what's Very funny, you don't say The big Enchilada, stealin' elections Had to go
Set to decide who's on the inside track But you slack and so another dive And you lounge but who's shoes would you be in? Wake up, it's time to respect
Your boy's what, three years old now, correct? He and my daughter age neck and neck, they futures set Trees got me wet, in the background's an old cassette
, originator Perculator, perk you up It's harmony, the minor key That moves with the rhythm passionately I ain't ego trippin I do it humbly Cause everybody's
, is a minor league What you speak, you swear it's unique It's just a peek, physique, of an old antique Don't expect a project, then it's bound to freeze
did to deserve being hurt so badly by my best- Miley interrupts: Oh stop I just can?t go ok? Lily: Ok that?s fine Johnny: Hey Miley hows it going (lily
that's bitin' like he Dracula You see what happens to all of these fake rhyme fashioners I bring disaster to niggas that's claimin' they done mastered the Art, who's
let them do they thing.. Ready for the bad news 'til da phone ring Son is dead, now I'm irate over my head seeking revenge. Son is dead, son on your behalf
like Ratcliff For all the MC's who act as if I won't flip them on a cactus Point me towards the mattress I make your career go backwards like a dyslexic
Prince, Your daddy's ghost been seen runnin' hither and hince. He's all full of maggots and he's grizzly and grim, Somethin's rotten in Denmark and --
