For the rest of my days forget about your man No he don't know a thing about the Difference between a woman and a man Cause all I wanna do Is baby hold your
rod Isn't that odd, instead of sayin my dick's hard It's not about knockin you, do you feel like clockin loot? Forget it act stupid little sucker I'll
road You know I'd sooner forget but I remember those nights when life was just a bet on a race between the lights you had your head on my shoulder you had your
I once used to call home sweet home [Verse 3- Eminem] My first year in 9th grade, can't forget that day at school It was cool till your man MC Sham
: My kind of bitch ain't like your bitch Cuz my bitch don't bitch at all My bitch don't blink, she don't even think About money or fuckin mall My
by to see us! We got some special suprises for your red asses taday We got the insane clown posse, in the studio with the kottonmouth kings Put your thinkin
Out of your back door and into another Your boyfriend doesn't know about me and your mother) Roses are red the sky is blue I got my barrel at your neck
your bowler brim the world's a simple song A lovely lilt that makes you tilt your nose Get out your slickers, your flannel knickers Your red suspenders
leave the bar park the par and turn into porn stars [ verse 2 ] Yes, I love to hear about your interests I gotta say your intellect got me impressed see your panties through your
is doing fine Another toy will help destroy The elder race of man Forget about your silly whim It doesn't fit the plan. I can't believe you're
say you want a revolution, you out of your mizind Your sons' destitute, and their pops all in the prison My man's back in the jam, he like the back of
the neighborhood, now All you red now, all you blue now All you yellow now, follow me now To that place of righteousness Where the only thing that matters is your
created to protect the neighborhood, now All you red now, all you blue now All you yellow now, follow me now To that place of righteousness Where the only thing that matters is your
Isn't that odd, instead of sayin' my dick's hard It's not about knockin' you, do you feel like clockin' loot? Forget it, act stupid little sucker, I'll
little place That I once used to call home sweet home My first year in 9th grade, can't forget that day at school It was cool till your man M C Sham
