Gucci & nike, that’s what i call an option
She said "bitch, he aint got a #dick to him,
Sick of tha sirens, body bags, and tha gun firing
His dad picks him up and asks why is he crying
The manic is back with brainiac by his left
Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest
Tell me where my soldiers at? put yo' pistols in the air
And dangle him by his tail while i feed him to a grizzly bear.
Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed
And dad left, uncle is in jail for theft. yeah, we're fucking blessed.
Appearance to his funeral left me boxed like a cubicle.
Every second tell me how you pressed em at the monte crystal
I've been confused, out of my mind lately
Bitch, i flow like shady back when his mum made him crazy,
The world should turn as soon as my records spin
His name is eminem, i would have to credit him
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