until i was actually in it You really gotta be in it To understand what its like But you always gotta People always gotta see your smile You always gotta put on that fake
I don't break easily You've got my counsel, thick as thieves If there's a crime we'll keep it secret, For there's only trace amounts left in your blood
a fake As if you'd ever Ever go and make the same mistake Strung out as the night comes crawlin' Your halo of thorns is fallin' Blood runs cold
: Sixteen, Oh holy day Your time has come and passed The rapture we?ve been waiting for Has come to us at last Sixteen for every fake Sixteen to every
: The 1800s, before the inception Of modern day ideals Fake grip of appeals Straight to the street run, no barroom virgin Double vision, cocaine To a
my Hollywood shows And I wanna tell you somethin that you prolly should know This that (Slumdog Millionaire) Bollywood flow And uhhh, my real friends never hearin from me Fake
it Their tiny minds And sacred cows just fake it If only then and only then They would understand They'd turn a full-blooded city boy Into a full-blooded
and ten up (what?) I take it if you run your mouth, then you wanna get sent up Heat it up, you be leakin blood and spittin phlegm up Now we rivals
such a stink up when motherfuckers hate your guts you aint even gotta say much for me to put a pen to a blank sheet of papers like smearing blood stains
in the chamber [Skam] Aiyyo Shady what the fuck you doin'? [Shady] I'm releasin anger! [Skam] Man I'm tired of bein' tired, everytime I wake up Tired of these fake
to tell the difference But we as entertainers have a responsibility to these kids Sike! [Eminem:] If I were to die murdered in cold blood tomorrow Would
hotter than my dick is, when I piss and it burns I kick you in the tummy until you sick to your stomach and vomit so much blood that your clothes stick
the penetration of a screw nailed in Return like I was sending self addressed postage Throw bricks the size of the Stonehenge Before battles, we pour blood
over to see Nicole When we heard a knock at the door, must have been Ron Gold' Jumped behind the door, put the orgy on hold Killed em both and smeared blood
hit, ten down and ten up (what?) I take it if you run your mouth, then you wanna get sent up Heat it up, you be leakin blood and spittin phlegm up Now
you'll just make it worse..." My palms were sweaty, and I started to shake at first Something told me, "Try to fake a stomach ache it works" I screamed