When we kiss my heart's on fire
Burning with a strange desire
And I know, each time I kiss you
That your heart's on fire too
So, my darling, please surrender
All your love so warm and tender
Let me hold you in my arms, dear
While the moon shines bright above
All the stars will tell the story
Of our love and all its glory
Let us take this night of magic
And make it a night of love
Won't you please surrender to me
Your lips, your arms, your heart, dear
Be mine forever
Be mine tonight
Keane - Black Burning Heart lyric
Black Burning Heart
I wish that I could be
In the cellars of the sea
And disappear in them
Never to be seen again
Live this life
Its unrelenting appetite
For feeding off the weak
Who never had their time to speak
The sky will be my shroud
A momentual cloud
If we could turn back, you can't paper over the crack
But it will return now, and your heart will burn black
Give me your hand
Cut the skin, let me in
The molecules of us
Bleeding into one again
The sky will be my shroud
The cenotaph of cloud
If we could turn back, you can't paper over the crack
But it will return now, and your heart will burn black
Forgotten my way home, forgotten everything that I know
Every day a false start, and it burns my heart
I know
Everything you said was right, and I suppose
Everything is here forever, till it goes
You gave it all away, kept nothing for yourself
Just a picture on the shelf
Je souhaiterais �merger
Dans les profondeurs des mers
Y dispara�tre
Pour ne plus jamais �tre vu
Burning up now
And I'm racing down a road I don't recognise
I realise I've
Forgotten my way home, forgotten everything that I know
Every day a false start, and it burns my heart
Turn b(l?)ack
I wish that I could be
In the cellars of the sea
And disappear in them
Never to be seen again
Live this life
Its unrelenting appetite
For feeding off the weak
Who never had their time to speak
The sky will be my shroud
A momentual cloud
If we could turn back, you can't paper over the crack
But it will return now, and your heart will burn black
Give me your hand
Cut the skin, let me in
The molecules of us
Bleeding into one again
The sky will be my shroud
The cenotaph of cloud
If we could turn back, you can't paper over the crack
But it will return now, and your heart will burn black
Forgotten my way home, forgotten everything that I know
Every day a false start, and it burns my heart
I know
Everything you said was right, and I suppose
Everything is here forever, till it goes
You gave it all away, kept nothing for yourself
Just a picture on the shelf
Je souhaiterais �merger
Dans les profondeurs des mers
Y dispara�tre
Pour ne plus jamais �tre vu
Burning up now
And I'm racing down a road I don't recognise
I realise I've
Forgotten my way home, forgotten everything that I know
Every day a false start, and it burns my heart
Turn b(l?)ack
My Chemical Romance - Skylines and Turnstiles lyric
You're not in this alone.
Let me break this awkward silence.
Let me go,
Go on record,
Be the first to say I'm sorry.
And hear me out.
And if you take me down,
Would you lay me out?
And if the world needs something better,
Let's give them one more reason now.
We walk in single file,
We light our rails and punch our time,
Ride escalators colder than a cell.
This broken city sky,
Like butane on my skin,
And stolen from my eyes.
Hello, Angel.
Tell me, where are you?
Tell me where we go from here.
This broken city sky,
Like butane on my skin,
And stolen from my eyes.
Hello, Angel.
Tell me, where are you?
Tell me where we go from here.
Tell me we go from...
And in this moment we can't close the lids
On burning eyes.
Our memories blanket us with friends we know,
Like fallout vapor.
Steel corpses stretch out towards an ending sun,
Scorched and black.
It reaches in and tears your flesh apart,
As ice cold hands
Rip into your heart.
That's if you've still got one that's left
Inside that cave you call a chest.
And after seeing what we saw,
Can we still reclaim our innocence?
And if the world needs something better,
Let's give them one more reason now.
This broken city sky,
Like butane on my skin,
And stolen from my eyes.
Hello, Angel.
Tell me, where are you?
Tell me where we go from here.
This broken city sky,
Like butane on my skin,
And stolen from my eyes.
Hello, Angel.
Tell me, where are you?
Tell me where we go from here.
Tell me we go from here.
[3]
Let me break this awkward silence.
Let me go,
Go on record,
Be the first to say I'm sorry.
And hear me out.
And if you take me down,
Would you lay me out?
And if the world needs something better,
Let's give them one more reason now.
We walk in single file,
We light our rails and punch our time,
Ride escalators colder than a cell.
This broken city sky,
Like butane on my skin,
And stolen from my eyes.
Hello, Angel.
Tell me, where are you?
Tell me where we go from here.
This broken city sky,
Like butane on my skin,
And stolen from my eyes.
Hello, Angel.
Tell me, where are you?
Tell me where we go from here.
Tell me we go from...
And in this moment we can't close the lids
On burning eyes.
Our memories blanket us with friends we know,
Like fallout vapor.
Steel corpses stretch out towards an ending sun,
Scorched and black.
It reaches in and tears your flesh apart,
As ice cold hands
Rip into your heart.
That's if you've still got one that's left
Inside that cave you call a chest.
And after seeing what we saw,
Can we still reclaim our innocence?
And if the world needs something better,
Let's give them one more reason now.
This broken city sky,
Like butane on my skin,
And stolen from my eyes.
Hello, Angel.
Tell me, where are you?
Tell me where we go from here.
This broken city sky,
Like butane on my skin,
And stolen from my eyes.
Hello, Angel.
Tell me, where are you?
Tell me where we go from here.
Tell me we go from here.
[3]
Elvis Presley - Pledging My Love lyric
Forever my darling our love will be true
Always and forever I’ll love only you
Just promise me darling
Your love in return
May this fire in my soul dear
Forever burn
My heart's at your command dear
To keep, love and to hold
Making you happy's my desire
Keeping you is my goal
Forever I'll love you
for the rest of my days
I’ll never part from you
or your loving ways
Just promise me darling
Your love in return
May this fire in my soul dear
Forever burn
My heart's at your command dear
To keep, love and to hold
Making you happy's my desire
Loving you is my goal
Forever I'll love you
for the rest of my days
I’ll never part from you
or your loving ways
Just promise me darling
Your love in return
May this fire in my soul dear
Forever burn
Always and forever I’ll love only you
Just promise me darling
Your love in return
May this fire in my soul dear
Forever burn
My heart's at your command dear
To keep, love and to hold
Making you happy's my desire
Keeping you is my goal
Forever I'll love you
for the rest of my days
I’ll never part from you
or your loving ways
Just promise me darling
Your love in return
May this fire in my soul dear
Forever burn
My heart's at your command dear
To keep, love and to hold
Making you happy's my desire
Loving you is my goal
Forever I'll love you
for the rest of my days
I’ll never part from you
or your loving ways
Just promise me darling
Your love in return
May this fire in my soul dear
Forever burn
Coldplay - For You lyric
If you're lost and feel alone
Circumnavigate the globe
All you ever have to hope for too
And the way you seem to flow
Circumnavigate in hope
And they seem to lose control, with you
Everyone of us is hurt
And everyone of us is scarred
Everyone of us is scared
Not you
Your eyes closed
Your head hurts
Your eyes feel so low
Everyone of us is scared
Everyone of us is hurt
Everyone of us has hope
For you (x10)
Circumnavigate the globe
All you ever have to hope for too
And the way you seem to flow
Circumnavigate in hope
And they seem to lose control, with you
Everyone of us is hurt
And everyone of us is scarred
Everyone of us is scared
Not you
Your eyes closed
Your head hurts
Your eyes feel so low
Everyone of us is scared
Everyone of us is hurt
Everyone of us has hope
For you (x10)
Eminem - Quitter lyric
[Eminem]
Yo.. I dedicate to this.. to yo..
{*imitating Slick Rick*}
To all my fans, keepin y'all in health
Let's tell this Whitey Ford to go fuck himself
Cause it's cruel when you cause a bad heart conditionin
which I create, cause that's my mission
So listen close, to what we say
because this type of fag claims to never be gay, I..
{*rapping normally*}
.. knew you was jealous from the day that I met you
I upset you, cause I get respect. I bet you (boy)
I'm even liked better by your niece and nephew (c'mon!)
And now you hate Fred because Lethal left you
Peckerwood mad cause his record went wood
No respect in the hood, fled to his neck of the woods
Got in touch with his roots, found the redneck in his
blood
and said, "Heck, country western rap records are good!!"
So he picks the guitar up and he strums a few notes
He can't rap, or sing, but he wants to do both (haha)
Puts an album out and rules for part of the year
then Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit come
from
out of nowhere
It's the start of an era, rock rap's harder this year
No one's tryin to hear some fuckin old fart in a chair
sittin on stage, strummin acoustic guitar in your ear
So you start to get scared, sit back and spark an
idea
Figure you can diss me to jump start your career
I punch you in your fuckin chest 'til your heart kicks in gear (bitch)
And fuck your underground buddy's nameless crew
Like I'ma say they
names
so they can be famous too
[Chorus 2X: Eminem *sung*]
You just a.. quitter, and you bitter cause I came along
and the days of House of Pain are gone
And if you talk about my little girl in a song again
I'ma kill you (I'ma kill you)
[Eminem]
Yo.. heart attack to stroke
from
the crack you smoke
to the rap you wrote, your fuckin answer back's a joke
And I'ma tell these motherfuckin fans the truth
The reason why you dissed me first and I answered you
You said I passed you in a lobby and I glanced at you
like I ain't notice you? BITCH, I had a show to do!
Like I'm supposed to be star-struck, come over to you
You better shut your fuckin mouth while you oh-for-two
Back in ninety-four Limp opened the show for you
Rocked the crowd better and stole the whole show from you
Took your motherfuckin DJ and stole him too
So you fall in a slump and get all emotional
So now you sing and mix slang with blues and pluck strings
Confused as fuck cause now your
music
sucks dick
Mr. Mr. Ass Kisser to get accepted in rap
quicker but never last, and Everlast is a..
[Chorus]
Aight listen (look)
So this is what we ask of our fans
If you ever see Everlast, WHOOP HIS ASS
Hit him with sticks, bricks, rocks, throw shit at him
Kick him, spit on him, treat him like a hoe, bitch-slap him
Do it for me, do it for Fred, do it for Limp
Do it for Rock, do it for rap, do it for Kid
Do it for Ice-T, do it just to do it, fuck it
He's a bitch, he ain't gon' hit you back, he's nothin!
Shit in five years we'll all be "Eating at Whitey's"
And he'll be bussin tables in that bitch, cleanin the toilets
Aiyyo.. fuck this, cut this shit off
{*music stops*}
Aiyyo Head, that's why I fucked your mother you fat motherfucker!
{*beat changes to 2Pac's "Hit 'Em Up"*}
Kill Whitey! - Hahaha
Kill Whitey! - Detroit! What? What?
Kill Whitey! - .. yo, yo
Kill Whitey! - Haha! Look
First off, fuck your songs and the shit you say
Diss my wife, but at least I got a bitch, you gay
You claim to be a Muslim but you Irish White
So fuck you fat boy, drop the mic, let's fight
Plus I punch you in the chest, weak hearts I rip
Whitey Ford, forty and white, lethargic ass dickhead
I keep 'em comin while you runnin out of breath
Steady duckin while I'm punchin at your chest, you need to rest
Dilated, go ask your people how I leave ya
with your three CD's, nobody sees, when they released
Evidence, don't fuck around with
real
MC's
who ain't ready for no underground beef, so fuck geeks
I let you faggots know it's on for life
but Everlast might die tonight, haha
Fat boy murdered on wax and killed
Fuck with me and take a heart pill, you know!
[Chorus: Eminem]
Grab 380's when you see Slim Shady
Call the doctor to heal your heart
They shocked you back to life at the clinic
but you 'bout to get relapsed any minute
Honkey, I hit 'em up!
Hahaha, yo
check
this out
You faggots ain't even on my level
I'ma let D-12 ride on you bitch-made ass faggots!
[Kon Artis]
Yo! Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Whitey Ford's heart just stopped
Eminem shocked him back, he had another heart attack
Whitey Ford's gettin his ass floored for talkin back
Little faggot Hamburgular, I show you where the burgers are
At your own restaraunt, while I'm servin ya
Drop and stomp your whole heart 'til it stops
Call the cops, I'ma beat your ass while they watch
[Kuniva]
Ha ha, now we got the whole industry makin fun of you Erik
Where's your House of Pain now? There's only one of you Erik
You a petty coward, you ain't ready to steady go a round
with some killers from 7 Mile to the motherfuckin Belle Isle Bridge
[Chorus]
[Eminem]
Got in his ass and now this faggot wanna mention me still
this ain't no freestyle battle Everlast gettin killed
with his chest open
Tryin to throw a fuckin punch, but you just chokin
Havin a stroke and now you learn why crackers never earned a dime
cause you SUCK motherfucker you should learn to rhyme
Talkin 'bout you packin pistols but it's funny to me
You ain't never been in trouble, you just wanna be me
I'm a paleface killer whale
on his way to fuckin prison, pistol whippin tail, ha
Erik remember when I passed you in the lobby that day?
That shit was obvious you probably was gay, ha
Now it's all about country, you gave up hip-hop
Forty-nine thousand copies, the week your shit drop
while my
sales
makin records break
Two and a half million scanned by the second week
Motherfucker I hit 'em up!
[Proof]
I'm from Detroit's Pemberton Ave., where bullets tear you in half
Fuck the music, we got an uzi for all you fags
Get the shit out of our stereo, Dilated you violated
Now you 'bout to get annihilated, we gon' bury you
Iriscience get choked up and yoked up
All you underground bitches get your throats cut
[Swifty]
What the fuck?! Is you stupid?
I choke Whitey Ford with his fuckin guitar cord
and
stuff
him in cardboard, chopped up in a box
with sixteen parts, I stomped on his heart
D-12, Amityville, fuck your mother while you watch
Keep your restaraunt locked and block your door
Cause we "Hit 'Em Up" like motherfuckin Tupac Shakur
[Eminem]
You a, "Black Jesus," heart attack seizures
Too many cheeseburgers McDonald's Big Mac greases
White devil, washed up honkey
Mixed up cracker who crossed over to country
{*laughing*}
Yo, aiyyo cut this shit off
{*needle drags, beat stops*}
Fuck him, that's it, I'm done, I promise, I'm done, that's it
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I promise
I just believe in kickin a man while he's down
God damn! I quit
Mention my daughter's name in a song again you fuckin punk
Yo.. I dedicate to this.. to yo..
{*imitating Slick Rick*}
To all my fans, keepin y'all in health
Let's tell this Whitey Ford to go fuck himself
Cause it's cruel when you cause a bad heart conditionin
which I create, cause that's my mission
So listen close, to what we say
because this type of fag claims to never be gay, I..
{*rapping normally*}
.. knew you was jealous from the day that I met you
I upset you, cause I get respect. I bet you (boy)
I'm even liked better by your niece and nephew (c'mon!)
And now you hate Fred because Lethal left you
Peckerwood mad cause his record went wood
No respect in the hood, fled to his neck of the woods
Got in touch with his roots, found the redneck in his
blood
and said, "Heck, country western rap records are good!!"
So he picks the guitar up and he strums a few notes
He can't rap, or sing, but he wants to do both (haha)
Puts an album out and rules for part of the year
then Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit come
from
out of nowhere
It's the start of an era, rock rap's harder this year
No one's tryin to hear some fuckin old fart in a chair
sittin on stage, strummin acoustic guitar in your ear
So you start to get scared, sit back and spark an
idea
Figure you can diss me to jump start your career
I punch you in your fuckin chest 'til your heart kicks in gear (bitch)
And fuck your underground buddy's nameless crew
Like I'ma say they
names
so they can be famous too
[Chorus 2X: Eminem *sung*]
You just a.. quitter, and you bitter cause I came along
and the days of House of Pain are gone
And if you talk about my little girl in a song again
I'ma kill you (I'ma kill you)
[Eminem]
Yo.. heart attack to stroke
from
the crack you smoke
to the rap you wrote, your fuckin answer back's a joke
And I'ma tell these motherfuckin fans the truth
The reason why you dissed me first and I answered you
You said I passed you in a lobby and I glanced at you
like I ain't notice you? BITCH, I had a show to do!
Like I'm supposed to be star-struck, come over to you
You better shut your fuckin mouth while you oh-for-two
Back in ninety-four Limp opened the show for you
Rocked the crowd better and stole the whole show from you
Took your motherfuckin DJ and stole him too
So you fall in a slump and get all emotional
So now you sing and mix slang with blues and pluck strings
Confused as fuck cause now your
music
sucks dick
Mr. Mr. Ass Kisser to get accepted in rap
quicker but never last, and Everlast is a..
[Chorus]
Aight listen (look)
So this is what we ask of our fans
If you ever see Everlast, WHOOP HIS ASS
Hit him with sticks, bricks, rocks, throw shit at him
Kick him, spit on him, treat him like a hoe, bitch-slap him
Do it for me, do it for Fred, do it for Limp
Do it for Rock, do it for rap, do it for Kid
Do it for Ice-T, do it just to do it, fuck it
He's a bitch, he ain't gon' hit you back, he's nothin!
Shit in five years we'll all be "Eating at Whitey's"
And he'll be bussin tables in that bitch, cleanin the toilets
Aiyyo.. fuck this, cut this shit off
{*music stops*}
Aiyyo Head, that's why I fucked your mother you fat motherfucker!
{*beat changes to 2Pac's "Hit 'Em Up"*}
Kill Whitey! - Hahaha
Kill Whitey! - Detroit! What? What?
Kill Whitey! - .. yo, yo
Kill Whitey! - Haha! Look
First off, fuck your songs and the shit you say
Diss my wife, but at least I got a bitch, you gay
You claim to be a Muslim but you Irish White
So fuck you fat boy, drop the mic, let's fight
Plus I punch you in the chest, weak hearts I rip
Whitey Ford, forty and white, lethargic ass dickhead
I keep 'em comin while you runnin out of breath
Steady duckin while I'm punchin at your chest, you need to rest
Dilated, go ask your people how I leave ya
with your three CD's, nobody sees, when they released
Evidence, don't fuck around with
real
MC's
who ain't ready for no underground beef, so fuck geeks
I let you faggots know it's on for life
but Everlast might die tonight, haha
Fat boy murdered on wax and killed
Fuck with me and take a heart pill, you know!
[Chorus: Eminem]
Grab 380's when you see Slim Shady
Call the doctor to heal your heart
They shocked you back to life at the clinic
but you 'bout to get relapsed any minute
Honkey, I hit 'em up!
Hahaha, yo
check
this out
You faggots ain't even on my level
I'ma let D-12 ride on you bitch-made ass faggots!
[Kon Artis]
Yo! Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Whitey Ford's heart just stopped
Eminem shocked him back, he had another heart attack
Whitey Ford's gettin his ass floored for talkin back
Little faggot Hamburgular, I show you where the burgers are
At your own restaraunt, while I'm servin ya
Drop and stomp your whole heart 'til it stops
Call the cops, I'ma beat your ass while they watch
[Kuniva]
Ha ha, now we got the whole industry makin fun of you Erik
Where's your House of Pain now? There's only one of you Erik
You a petty coward, you ain't ready to steady go a round
with some killers from 7 Mile to the motherfuckin Belle Isle Bridge
[Chorus]
[Eminem]
Got in his ass and now this faggot wanna mention me still
this ain't no freestyle battle Everlast gettin killed
with his chest open
Tryin to throw a fuckin punch, but you just chokin
Havin a stroke and now you learn why crackers never earned a dime
cause you SUCK motherfucker you should learn to rhyme
Talkin 'bout you packin pistols but it's funny to me
You ain't never been in trouble, you just wanna be me
I'm a paleface killer whale
on his way to fuckin prison, pistol whippin tail, ha
Erik remember when I passed you in the lobby that day?
That shit was obvious you probably was gay, ha
Now it's all about country, you gave up hip-hop
Forty-nine thousand copies, the week your shit drop
while my
sales
makin records break
Two and a half million scanned by the second week
Motherfucker I hit 'em up!
[Proof]
I'm from Detroit's Pemberton Ave., where bullets tear you in half
Fuck the music, we got an uzi for all you fags
Get the shit out of our stereo, Dilated you violated
Now you 'bout to get annihilated, we gon' bury you
Iriscience get choked up and yoked up
All you underground bitches get your throats cut
[Swifty]
What the fuck?! Is you stupid?
I choke Whitey Ford with his fuckin guitar cord
and
stuff
him in cardboard, chopped up in a box
with sixteen parts, I stomped on his heart
D-12, Amityville, fuck your mother while you watch
Keep your restaraunt locked and block your door
Cause we "Hit 'Em Up" like motherfuckin Tupac Shakur
[Eminem]
You a, "Black Jesus," heart attack seizures
Too many cheeseburgers McDonald's Big Mac greases
White devil, washed up honkey
Mixed up cracker who crossed over to country
{*laughing*}
Yo, aiyyo cut this shit off
{*needle drags, beat stops*}
Fuck him, that's it, I'm done, I promise, I'm done, that's it
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I promise
I just believe in kickin a man while he's down
God damn! I quit
Mention my daughter's name in a song again you fuckin punk
Eminem - Almost Famous lyric
(Intro)
Yeah, can't stop now...
This maybe the last chance I get, to be famous
(Hook)
You dream of trading places, I have been changing faces
You cannot fill these shoes, there is too much to lose
Wake up behind these trenches, you run around defenceless
There is too much to lose, You cannot fill these shoes
I just wanna be famous
But be careful what you wish for!
(Verse 1)
I stuck my dick in this game like a rapist,
they call me Slim Rothelsberger
I get beserker than a fed up postal worker
A murker with a mossberg, I'm pissed off, get murdered
Like someone took a ketchup squirter, squirted a frankfurter
For a gangsta, you should of shit your pants when you saw
The chainsaw get to waving like a terrible dial
I faced her around when his fangs come out, get your brains blown out
That's what I call blowing your mind,
when I come back like ?? your spine
I'm a thumbtac that you slept on son
Now here I come screaming "attack" like I stepped on one!
Lowering the totem til' he showed 'em, defiance, giant scrotum
He don't owe them bitches shit, his bridges, he out wrote 'em
He's so out cold, he's knocked out at the south pole and
Nobody fucks with him, rigamortis and post-mortem
He's dying of boredom, take your best rhymes, record 'em
Then try to thwart him, he'll take your punchlines and snort 'em
Shit stained drawers, you gon' fuck with the guy
that licks the blades of his chainsaws
While he dips 'em in ? sauce?
Game's off homie, hang it up like some crank calls
You think I'm backing down, you must be out your dang skulls!
I'm almost famous
(Hook)
You dream of trading places, I have been changing faces
You cannot fill these shoes, there is too much to lose
Wake up behind these trenches, you run around defenceless
There is too much to lose, You cannot fill these shoes
I just wanna be famous
But be careful what you wish for!
(Verse 2)
I'm back for revenge, I lost the battle, that ain't happening again
I'm at your throat like strep, I step strapped with a pen
Metaphors wrote on my hand, some are distorting my mem-ory
Some are wrote on a napkin, do what I have to to win
Pulling out all stops, any who touch a mic prior
Is not even Austin Powers, how the fuck are they Mike Myers
And tell that psycho to pass the torch to the whacko 'for
I take a shit in his jackolantern then smash it on his porch
Now get off my dick, dick's too short of a word for my dick
Get off my antidisestablishmentarianism you prick!
Don't call me the champ, call me the space shuttle destroyer
I just blew up the challenger, matter of fact, I need a lawyer
I just laced my gloves with enough plaster to make a cast
Beat his ass naked and pee'd in his corner like Verne Troyer
Ya'll are Eminem backwards, you're menime's
See he's in a-whole-nother weight class, his slugs your BB's
Your bean bag bullets, you're full of it, you were dissing his CD's
Laughed at Infinite, now he's back like someone pissed in his wheeties
No peace treaty's, he's turned into a beast
His new Slim Shady EP's got the attention of the might DRE
He's almost famous
(Hook)
You dream of trading places, I have been changing faces
You cannot fill these shoes, there is too much to lose
Wake up behind these trenches, you run around defenceless
There is too much to lose, You cannot fill these shoes
I just wanna be famous
But be careful what you wish for!
(Verse 3)
Now there he goes, in Dre's studio, cupping his balls
Screaming the wood off the panelling, cussing the paint off the walls
Spewing his hate to these haters, showing no love for these broads
He ain't giving 'em shit, he's scissor pinch a penny so hard
He'll leave a bruise on the brawn so dark
You can see the mark when it scars,
til Abraham Lincoln is screaming out "AHHH!"
His metaphors and similies ain't similar to them not at all
If they don't like they can all get fucked, instead of sucking him off
They can go get a belt or a neck tie, to hang themselves by
Like David Carridy, they can go fuck themselves and just die
And eat shit while they at it, he's fucking had it
He's mad at the whole world, so go to hell and build a snowman, girl
The bullies become bullied, the pussies get pushed
They better pull me, take me back to 9th grade to school me
Cause I ain't looking back only forward, this whole spot blowing
Who coulda known he'd grow to be a poet and not know it
And while I'm being poetic, let me get a stork
And raise the bar higher than my opinion of these women ?
So bare witness to some biblical shit
As the cold wind blowing, this world ain't gonna know what hit it,
he did it, he made it, he's finally famous!
Yeah, can't stop now...
This maybe the last chance I get, to be famous
(Hook)
You dream of trading places, I have been changing faces
You cannot fill these shoes, there is too much to lose
Wake up behind these trenches, you run around defenceless
There is too much to lose, You cannot fill these shoes
I just wanna be famous
But be careful what you wish for!
(Verse 1)
I stuck my dick in this game like a rapist,
they call me Slim Rothelsberger
I get beserker than a fed up postal worker
A murker with a mossberg, I'm pissed off, get murdered
Like someone took a ketchup squirter, squirted a frankfurter
For a gangsta, you should of shit your pants when you saw
The chainsaw get to waving like a terrible dial
I faced her around when his fangs come out, get your brains blown out
That's what I call blowing your mind,
when I come back like ?? your spine
I'm a thumbtac that you slept on son
Now here I come screaming "attack" like I stepped on one!
Lowering the totem til' he showed 'em, defiance, giant scrotum
He don't owe them bitches shit, his bridges, he out wrote 'em
He's so out cold, he's knocked out at the south pole and
Nobody fucks with him, rigamortis and post-mortem
He's dying of boredom, take your best rhymes, record 'em
Then try to thwart him, he'll take your punchlines and snort 'em
Shit stained drawers, you gon' fuck with the guy
that licks the blades of his chainsaws
While he dips 'em in ? sauce?
Game's off homie, hang it up like some crank calls
You think I'm backing down, you must be out your dang skulls!
I'm almost famous
(Hook)
You dream of trading places, I have been changing faces
You cannot fill these shoes, there is too much to lose
Wake up behind these trenches, you run around defenceless
There is too much to lose, You cannot fill these shoes
I just wanna be famous
But be careful what you wish for!
(Verse 2)
I'm back for revenge, I lost the battle, that ain't happening again
I'm at your throat like strep, I step strapped with a pen
Metaphors wrote on my hand, some are distorting my mem-ory
Some are wrote on a napkin, do what I have to to win
Pulling out all stops, any who touch a mic prior
Is not even Austin Powers, how the fuck are they Mike Myers
And tell that psycho to pass the torch to the whacko 'for
I take a shit in his jackolantern then smash it on his porch
Now get off my dick, dick's too short of a word for my dick
Get off my antidisestablishmentarianism you prick!
Don't call me the champ, call me the space shuttle destroyer
I just blew up the challenger, matter of fact, I need a lawyer
I just laced my gloves with enough plaster to make a cast
Beat his ass naked and pee'd in his corner like Verne Troyer
Ya'll are Eminem backwards, you're menime's
See he's in a-whole-nother weight class, his slugs your BB's
Your bean bag bullets, you're full of it, you were dissing his CD's
Laughed at Infinite, now he's back like someone pissed in his wheeties
No peace treaty's, he's turned into a beast
His new Slim Shady EP's got the attention of the might DRE
He's almost famous
(Hook)
You dream of trading places, I have been changing faces
You cannot fill these shoes, there is too much to lose
Wake up behind these trenches, you run around defenceless
There is too much to lose, You cannot fill these shoes
I just wanna be famous
But be careful what you wish for!
(Verse 3)
Now there he goes, in Dre's studio, cupping his balls
Screaming the wood off the panelling, cussing the paint off the walls
Spewing his hate to these haters, showing no love for these broads
He ain't giving 'em shit, he's scissor pinch a penny so hard
He'll leave a bruise on the brawn so dark
You can see the mark when it scars,
til Abraham Lincoln is screaming out "AHHH!"
His metaphors and similies ain't similar to them not at all
If they don't like they can all get fucked, instead of sucking him off
They can go get a belt or a neck tie, to hang themselves by
Like David Carridy, they can go fuck themselves and just die
And eat shit while they at it, he's fucking had it
He's mad at the whole world, so go to hell and build a snowman, girl
The bullies become bullied, the pussies get pushed
They better pull me, take me back to 9th grade to school me
Cause I ain't looking back only forward, this whole spot blowing
Who coulda known he'd grow to be a poet and not know it
And while I'm being poetic, let me get a stork
And raise the bar higher than my opinion of these women ?
So bare witness to some biblical shit
As the cold wind blowing, this world ain't gonna know what hit it,
he did it, he made it, he's finally famous!
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