forcing your hand, just as planned you're buying in They say, "You can set the course, but you can't force the horse", no Tell me, will you fill your
s forcing your hand, just as planned you're buying in They say, "You can set the course, but you can't force the horse", no Tell me, will you fill your
'm just keep on spittin let this camera keep roliln and shit Lesson, if you wanna play with da kid See don't come bull shittin sayin you spit Say you
I move swiftly through the vultures, rats and roaches Playing chess, with these toy soldiers But you can't complain, when you carrying the whole world on your shoulders Cause people depending on you
am the murder you don't know me Another life I'm taking, evil boy when me ra-ta-ta-ta Stop playa hating, I am the murder you don't know me Another life
through your tissue, endin your life Dem is some nice flowers that I'm sendin your wife Attemptin to fight, point is like a bendable knife Comin at me
Locking rhythms play to the beat of her heart changing woman into life She has danced into the danger zone when a dancer becomes a dance It can cut you like a knife
alone all through his life His only friend is a switchblade knife He's the one who should be afraid What will happen to you, Johnny Blade? You fool
ends in sight. Conscience begs for you to do what's right. Everyday it's still the same dull knife, Stab it through and justify your pride. One final fight
it Wish due my street dues. Just stay cool. I know I got you when I need to pop you'll let loose. And you don't wanna see a thugsta hit with a Grey Goose
t right for you And still you feel like there's a knife sticking out of your back And you're wondering if you'll survive You'll make it through this and you'll see You
your butcher knife And push it right through her while you put ya shish-kabob skewers Into her, barbecue her or would you do to her What you usually do
like the ghost of Mozart Even though they all say that they're real I know that most aren't Boy you think you're clever don't ya girl you think your
Amityville calamity got damnit insanity pills Fanny pack filled with zanax Through every nook and cranny Lookin for trannys milk and cookies spilt on my silk neglociet looky Razor balades with me to make you
as fucked up as you woulda been if you woulda been, in my shoes, who woulda thought Slim Shady would be somethin that you woulda bought that woulda made you
mic Your life is ruined, you get socked right on site And even at the Million Man March, we gon' fight 1 - [Eminem] Son, you can suck my dick if you
You wanna see fights I got a match for you You couldn't flip shit playing in toilets with a spatula Chorus: Thyme Ayo, who the fuck passed you the mic and said that you
