trust me when I tell you that you?ll be ok I swear You?ve got to stop yourself Rebuild your broken world Ignore the voices that will bring you down Stop yourself
But trust me when I tell you that you?ll be ok I swear You?ve got to stop yourself Rebuild your broken world Ignore the voices that will bring you down Stop yourself
I'll bust them, rush them! Trust him, never! On a whole 'nother level. If God The Creator, then y'all niggas' devils. The fight won't end 'til the war
that'll drink Kahlua and gin - throw up on the mic Your life is ruined, you get socked right on site And even at the Million Man March, we gon' fight
ll drink Kahlua and Gin-throw up on the mic your life is ruined, you get socked right on site and even at the Million Man March, we gon' fight [Eminem
So you wanna throw our love away So you think we oughta say goodbye And you tell me we've run outta time Can't make a heart, stop on a dime You could
down with a head trip I'm talkin to all the Bloods and all the Crips Throw down your rag and get on the right track, man It's time to fight, unite and
the door hit you when you leave You throw me in the fire just to save my life A pretty little liar When I call you out you'd rather put up a fight than
And kiss the clown And kiss the clown Kiss the clown On up and kiss the clown Step on up and kiss the clown Stop the bus Violent J comes out Barrels
stop for shit Look in my eyes dog, right in my pupils If I'm your rival, why would I have to do you? Press try to throw dirt on my name, disturbin my
can come push me I curse somuch just to get on they nerves I got kids actin a fool from the traps to the birbs My filthy mouf it wont fight cavities or
't the truth Lyin' ain't no substitute You ought to be ashamed of yourself Try to put the blame on somebody else Ain't no reason I know To stop you reaping
throw up on the mic Your life is ruined, you get socked right on site And even at the Million Man March, we gon' fight Chorus: Eminem So you can suck
-to-lane, you know it don't stop (nah). We back, and still foolish, and poppin' like once befo'. So go, and throw it up my people, now hear 'da flow. [
don't listen to the message Listen to the message A message to my son, it's times in my life where I stood around to fight when it was better off to
Gather my leaves and all my minerals Fix myself a bowl of vegetables Ice cold water and chopped up fruits Gonna be a long day so I throw on my boots
, boy oh boy oh Back to the locker, stop that fucker! Back to the locker, boy oh boy oh Back to the locker, fucking stop that fucker! Walking down
