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• Get U Mad

  ...eway (WHAT?) and drive away (* car peels out *) Are you afraid of a blade made of a razor with AIDS Blood drippin from it, rippin your stomach like a paper mache You talk a lotta shit, but you was never ill though I'm sick enough to beat you to death with a feather pillow Tipped over some c...

  Eminem Double
• Bagpipes from Baghdad

  ...the fuckin whore every minute theres a sucker born snuck up on malachai made the motherfucker suck on shruck of corn chaka chaka khan chaka khan hit jason in the face with a hockey puck and tell him its fuckin on now what the fuck are you doing your running over the snow blower with the lawn...

  Eminem Relapse
• New Sights

  ...arvelous robe drooping on a metal wire given to me; only fit for the King, made and tailored for my mold, but chose to sling it aside. I'm tryna live-up my life; the flesh eating me alive though pride and humility never see eye-to-eye, bro Want to live-out what you intended -- to be a sign post ...

  Sam Ock Easy Easy
• Precious Box

  ... glass, life keeps kicking my ass) In so many ways, but you make it good Made me the kind of happy that my baby never could (This side of the glass) So take that picture, stop acting so dumb Don't you know that the moment will come I will find someone like you But with something extra, I'm so...

  George Michael Patience (2004)
• Cold Wind Blows

  ... cold beat bangs, I don't need to say I Guess This Is How You Made Me

  Eminem Recovery
• Dedicated (Demo 1999)

  ...hits Take a walk with me and what you'll see Is a land where the sand is made up of crushed up wax And the sky beyond you is krylon blue And everybody speaks in a dialect of rhyme And emcees have left materialism behind them Meanwhile I just grip my mic And hope me and my team make it through...

  Linkin Park Songs From The Underground
• Dope Man

  ... Right hand on the Bible, left hand in the air Before I spoke one word, made sure my throat was clear A-hem, I'm a prisoner of circumstance Frail nigga, I couldn't much work with my hands But my mind was strong, I grew where you hold your blacks up Trap us, expect us not to pick gats up ...

  Jay-z Vol. 3-Life & Times Of S.Carter