to the art department. [Eminem:Verse 4] It's all psychologic. - Why am I so maniacal? Am I a psycho or some kind of psychotic shtick? (bllabllablaaabbbb!) Or am
Talk 2 me Wale you know we had to do it again bruh bruh Talk 2 me Talk 2 me Talk 2 me Talk 2 me Talk 2 me Talk 2 me [Wale] what up bankhead Hey lil
George W. Bush is not president #2 America is not a true democracy #3 the media is not fooling me 'cause I am a poem heeding hyper-distillation I'
for thousands of years, will be re-enacted now *Repeat Verse 1 *Repeat Chorus I feel exhausted, I am far away from home I am afraid that I will
with the lead from my no 2 And it's death in every paragraph And niggas learn when I burn they muthafuckin' ass to ash No need to question am I nice, '
my enemy Never get me out your memory I am never beaten lyrically Never fear, go head & murder me So my God will be right next to me... (Verse 2
enemy Never get me out your memory I am never beaten lyrically Never fear, go head & murder me So my God will be right next to me... (Verse 2) I'm descending
a soothe sayer major Cater to a king green battered on the brink of disease I am, skin and bones, I am, sin and poems, I am, tin and chrome You grin
(ohhhh noooo) she should of been the mother of my child (she should beee) then she answered to the poem and shes resting now baby your happy Verse 2
, belittled by my design I don't try to be different I am So inevitably my style will survive when your now turns to then El P, vastly crapaphobic 3 2
Check it out while I burn your skull Decade is null, decade is null From one to all, hear this poem and Try to understand the greatest power known to man Am
t want to seem too eager I opened the door ready to leave And then my dad walked us all the way out to the car that was embarrassing It's 2 am, it's
1: But I don't get upset, kick a verse through speaker get my ?? in jet Back to my fam, I live the life of a man 2 cars, 2 dogs a wife and a plan I
the beast Well its right here, its right now It's anything I plan It's a poem that proves a point It's everything I am So on a rainy day I made my
taste from the bottle Oh it's Bliss N Eso's page from the novel [Verse 2: Bliss] We do this music, I can see complete views Of who I am, where I stand
dead with the lead from my No. 2 And it's death in every paragraph And niggas learn when I burn they muthafuckin ass to ash No need to question am I nice
the question in the shorty's eyes sleeping in the train-car at the Lawrence stop when I get in Making pillows out of bare arms while I'm posturing poems
wrestlin vest, lyric fresh, dry bone My appetite distruction is official cyclones Thai poems, my throne One shot fill, bigger homes, bigger stones It's on now!!! [Chorus x2