Like Toy Soldiers, Pt. 1
Eminem lyrics
Eminem lyrics
"Adrenaline Rush Lyrics"
Big Yellow Sun Lyrics
on na round-about i'm turning on to you don't you love the way we're turning, yes you do little schools of hummingbirds are streaming by while we're merging with the color of the sky big yellow sun you're the one here's our souls heal them, heal them beutiful girl you're the world i'm in you, bretahing love me do at the entrance of the airport as you see
Get the fuck up
Aiyo, when I step up in the bar
Everybody hit the fuckin? floor
Lucky motherfuckers make it to the door
Cause when I spit on mic?s, I spit raw
Which cause confusion from the bar to the dance floor
I keep the club owner vexed
Cause he gotta pay me when I spit
Plus replace a lot of shit
Niggers get to wildin?
When my words echoes the room like
(Get your hand out my pockets)
You sock shit while my topics rockin?
I?m banned from clubs cause of my toxic tonsils
Loud speakin? like a fuckin? sports announcer
I spit the block hot ?til you rush the bouncer
Or rush the motherfucker in your way who?s bouncin?
You know O. Trice get the gats pronouncin?
Get loud motherfucker when I speak motherfucker
Out your seat motherfucker, I?ma reach motherfu
on na round-about i'm turning on to you don't you love the way we're turning, yes you do little schools of hummingbirds are streaming by while we're merging with the color of the sky big yellow sun you're the one here's our souls heal them, heal them beutiful girl you're the world i'm in you, bretahing love me do at the entrance of the airport as you see
Get the fuck up
Aiyo, when I step up in the bar
Everybody hit the fuckin? floor
Lucky motherfuckers make it to the door
Cause when I spit on mic?s, I spit raw
Which cause confusion from the bar to the dance floor
I keep the club owner vexed
Cause he gotta pay me when I spit
Plus replace a lot of shit
Niggers get to wildin?
When my words echoes the room like
(Get your hand out my pockets)
You sock shit while my topics rockin?
I?m banned from clubs cause of my toxic tonsils
Loud speakin? like a fuckin? sports announcer
I spit the block hot ?til you rush the bouncer
Or rush the motherfucker in your way who?s bouncin?
You know O. Trice get the gats pronouncin?
Get loud motherfucker when I speak motherfucker
Out your seat motherfucker, I?ma reach motherfu
Who Wears These Shoes Elton John Bernie Taupin Lyrics
There's a light on in your window There's a shadow on the street Two silhouettes tell me it's over The shadow knows the shadow's me I won't crawl or cause you trouble Well that's the last thing I'll ever do But before I leave your life completely Tell me who wears these shoes Darlinckers
Shady Records ?til I sleep motherfucker
Obie Trice, nothin? but street, motherfucker
Tear this bitch up until you bleed motherfucker
I wouldn?t give a fuck who you be, motherfucker
Punk, pussy, bitch or G, motherfucker
Adrenaline Rush before you leave, motherfucker
When I speak I blow out your tweeters
A dog
Show out with speakers
Roll out with heaters
I?m just a animal eatin? the game
Jungle monkey
Funky, and Obie?s the name
I roll solo
Never been a hoe, though
Keep gats vocal
When cats act loco
Where you at when I?m movin? the crowd
You get trampled, mashed on Detroit style
Up out your seats
Pump out the E?s
Off the beats, the crowd "Obie, please"
Where my niggers at, smokin? them trees
Off the cognac, finger fuckin?
That?s how it is when you party with me
You don?t like it?
You L7 like a square be
Get loud motherfucker when I speak motherfucker
Out your seat motherfucker, I?ma reach motherfuckers
Shady Records ?til I sleep motherfucker
Obie Trice, nothin? but street, motherfucker
Tear this bitch up until you bleed motherfucker
I wouldn?t give a fuck who you be, motherfucker
Punk, pussy, bitch or G, motherfucker
Adrenaline Rush before you leave, motherfucker
Yo, and since I came
I?ve rearranged the place with blaze
Stage dive with Colt Seavers, DNA
I?m so addicted to gettin? niggers lifted
Drunk off the liquid
O. Trice, the misfit
Dousin? the crowd with piss and bile
We underground, motherfucker, fix your frown
I be the boy with the whiskey toy
You never been to skeet before
So throw up your hands and
Peep out your man?s when
I come through
Next quarter Trice intervene use
And trust, I?m attackin? it
I cook up the hot shit like Ainsley Harriet
That?s why I?m so miraculous
And Obie gets you niggers pumped up
I?ll see you next coliseum, chump
That?s right, it?s your Obie Trice fucked up
Off weed... E?s and whiskey
Get loud motherfucker when I speak motherfucker
Out your seat motherfucker, I?ma reach motherfuckers
Shady Records ?til I sleep motherfucker
Obie Trice, nothin? but street, motherfucker
Tear this bitch up until you bleed motherfucker
I wouldn?t give a fuck who you be, motherfucker
Punk, pussy, bitch or G, motherfucker
Adrenaline Rush before you leave, motherfucker
There's a light on in your window There's a shadow on the street Two silhouettes tell me it's over The shadow knows the shadow's me I won't crawl or cause you trouble Well that's the last thing I'll ever do But before I leave your life completely Tell me who wears these shoes Darlin
Shady Records ?til I sleep motherfucker
Obie Trice, nothin? but street, motherfucker
Tear this bitch up until you bleed motherfucker
I wouldn?t give a fuck who you be, motherfucker
Punk, pussy, bitch or G, motherfucker
Adrenaline Rush before you leave, motherfucker
When I speak I blow out your tweeters
A dog
Show out with speakers
Roll out with heaters
I?m just a animal eatin? the game
Jungle monkey
Funky, and Obie?s the name
I roll solo
Never been a hoe, though
Keep gats vocal
When cats act loco
Where you at when I?m movin? the crowd
You get trampled, mashed on Detroit style
Up out your seats
Pump out the E?s
Off the beats, the crowd "Obie, please"
Where my niggers at, smokin? them trees
Off the cognac, finger fuckin?
Neighborhood Threat Lyrics
Down where your paint is cracking Look down your backstairs buddy Somebodies living there and He don't really feel the weather And he don't share your pleasures No, he don't share your pleasures Did you see his eyes? Did you see his crazy eyes? And you're so surprised he doesn't run to catch your ash Everybody always wants to kiss your trash And you can't help him, no one can
skeezDown where your paint is cracking Look down your backstairs buddy Somebodies living there and He don't really feel the weather And he don't share your pleasures No, he don't share your pleasures Did you see his eyes? Did you see his crazy eyes? And you're so surprised he doesn't run to catch your ash Everybody always wants to kiss your trash And you can't help him, no one can
That?s how it is when you party with me
You don?t like it?
You L7 like a square be
Get loud motherfucker when I speak motherfucker
Out your seat motherfucker, I?ma reach motherfuckers
Shady Records ?til I sleep motherfucker
Obie Trice, nothin? but street, motherfucker
Tear this bitch up until you bleed motherfucker
I wouldn?t give a fuck who you be, motherfucker
Punk, pussy, bitch or G, motherfucker
Adrenaline Rush before you leave, motherfucker
Yo, and since I came
I?ve rearranged the place with blaze
Stage dive with Colt Seavers, DNA
I?m so addicted to gettin? niggers lifted
Drunk off the liquid
O. Trice, the misfit
Dousin? the crowd with piss and bile
We underground, motherfucker, fix your frown
I be the boy with the whiskey toy
Hymn For The Wretched Lyrics
we are the blackness of the night cold wind that cuts your flesh we are the enemy praying for your certain death we are what was, will be forevermore in the stillest hours we awaken, enshrouded in the dark children of the blackest seed reared on murder and deceit we are the thorns of human woe his will be done to the humble maggots to the putrid flies where death
Off a whiskeywe are the blackness of the night cold wind that cuts your flesh we are the enemy praying for your certain death we are what was, will be forevermore in the stillest hours we awaken, enshrouded in the dark children of the blackest seed reared on murder and deceit we are the thorns of human woe his will be done to the humble maggots to the putrid flies where death
You never been to skeet before
So throw up your hands and
Peep out your man?s when
I come through
Next quarter Trice intervene use
And trust, I?m attackin? it
I cook up the hot shit like Ainsley Harriet
That?s why I?m so miraculous
And Obie gets you niggers pumped up
I?ll see you next coliseum, chump
That?s right, it?s your Obie Trice fucked up
Off weed... E?s and whiskey
Get loud motherfucker when I speak motherfucker
Out your seat motherfucker, I?ma reach motherfuckers
Shady Records ?til I sleep motherfucker
Obie Trice, nothin? but street, motherfucker
Tear this bitch up until you bleed motherfucker
I wouldn?t give a fuck who you be, motherfucker
Punk, pussy, bitch or G, motherfucker
Adrenaline Rush before you leave, motherfucker