Like Toy Soldiers, Pt. 1
Eminem lyrics
Eminem lyrics
"American Psycho Lyrics"
With Whom To Dance (the Magnetic Fields) Lyrics
Moons in june I've given up on that stuff Arms have charms but I've no hope of falling in love The rest of life pales in significance I'm looking for somebody with whom to dance With whom to dance? Rings and strings What use have i for these things? Bells and carousels I'd just be fooling myself And you, you look like heaven An angel who stepped from a dream 777 times lovelier than anything i've ever seen
Moons in june I've given up on that stuff Arms have charms but I've no hope of falling in love The rest of life pales in significance I'm looking for somebody with whom to dance With whom to dance? Rings and strings What use have i for these things? Bells and carousels I'd just be fooling myself And you, you look like heaven An angel who stepped from a dream 777 times lovelier than anything i've ever seen
American Psycho Lyrics
[Eminem]
I'm the devil - if ever there was such a thing
The results of much too many drugs what you're seeing
I'm a mindfuck, completely dis-(gus)-ting
I'm (white), a human mutt, fuck a being
I'm a dog - fuck lambs, I'm silencin 'em all
I'm involved in murders forensic science couldn't solve
Giant set of balls too big to buy a set of drawers
Might as well unzip my fly and let 'em fall to the floor
Each thought's completely warped
I'm like a walkin, talkin, ouija board
Speakin in tongues, I've never spoke this speech before
.. Hhem-delle-la, ennich-me-noughh-mi-niche-mick-norr ..
Have you ever experienced spirits in lyrics when you hear 'em
'til you scared to stare in into any mirrors when you near 'em?
Well if so, get ready for some shit yo
"Is this some kind of sick joke?" Shit no, motherfuckin schitzo
So disturbed, he j
Life Is a Party Lyrics
Hey hey hey hey hey (x2) Party time, gimme the beat, Wave your hands from side to side, Here we go Some people live for the weekends Seems like such a waste Counting down 'till the fun begins What about the other days? There's Monday night (There's monday night) And Tuesday night (And tuesday night) Wednesday, Thursday Why wait? 365 days! Chorus: Life is a party Lets get it started, get it starte
ust goes so berzerk he tiptoesHey hey hey hey hey (x2) Party time, gimme the beat, Wave your hands from side to side, Here we go Some people live for the weekends Seems like such a waste Counting down 'till the fun begins What about the other days? There's Monday night (There's monday night) And Tuesday night (And tuesday night) Wednesday, Thursday Why wait? 365 days! Chorus: Life is a party Lets get it started, get it starte
This verse was his urge to slit throats of just hoes
Just goes to shizzow you dizzon't, fizzuck with
so-someone this disturbed, sa-sippin on si-zzurp
So - lock your doors, drop to the floors
Get your shotguns drawn - here comes another "Clockwork Orange"
Look at Bizarre; you really think he's right in his mind?
What the fuck you think's goin through it when he's writin his rhyme?
[Chorus: Eminem]
You bout to - journey into the mind of a psychopath killer
Blood spiller, mentality much iller
than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams
You'll feel his pain and his silent screams
You bout to - journey into the mind of a psychopath killer
Blood spiller, mentality much iller
than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams
You'll feel his pain and his violent screams
[Bizarre]
It's Friday night, I'm at a
Baby, I'm Yours Lyrics
Baby, I'm yours (baby, I'm yours) And I'll be yours (yours) until the stars fall from the sky, Yours (yours) until the rivers all run dry In other words, until I die Baby, I'm yours (baby, I'm yours) And I'll be yours (yours) until the sun no longer shines, Yours (yours) until the poets run out of rhyme In other words, until the end of time I'm gonna stay right here by your side, Do my best to keep you satisfied Nothin' in the world can drive me away 'Cause every day, you'l
ave againBaby, I'm yours (baby, I'm yours) And I'll be yours (yours) until the stars fall from the sky, Yours (yours) until the rivers all run dry In other words, until I die Baby, I'm yours (baby, I'm yours) And I'll be yours (yours) until the sun no longer shines, Yours (yours) until the poets run out of rhyme In other words, until the end of time I'm gonna stay right here by your side, Do my best to keep you satisfied Nothin' in the world can drive me away 'Cause every day, you'l
Pickin up transvestites on my Harley-Davidson (hey hop on)
My girlfriend's a crackhead whore
She'll come to your door, suck your dick on the floor
and take your bottles to the store (nigga I'm takin these)
Have you ever seen a bitch get beat because she won't cheat
Run the street and suck another nigga's meat?
My son's sixteen years old with nowhere to stay (dad it's me)
I told him he wasn't mine, slammed the door in his face
And I ain't got no food, my job I've been cheated
My girlfriend had a miscarriage (I'm sorry) I had to eat it (ohh)
My dick is burnin, it ain't cause of disease
Because I'm jackin off with gasoline mixed with antifreeze (AHH!)
I'm livin in Waco Texas, me and my girl
Fuck David Koresh, I'm startin my own world
It's called Bizarre Cemetary, it's scary
Eatin a virgin's cherry, they're all gonna laugh at you Carey
[Chorus]
Jag var s? k?r Lyrics
S?g, kan du f?rl?ta Mina h?rda ord n?r jag gick? Det jag sa kunde l?ta Som om du aldrig tillbaka mig fick. Jag trodde jag var k?r I den v?nnen som jag svek dig f?r. Men nu f?rst f?rst?r jag Att det var ett misstag av mig, F?r det ?r du, bara du, Som framf?r mig st?r Vart?n jag g?r. En g?ng, f?r l?nge sedan, Var jag din och allt var s? bra. En g?ng, var jag lycklig, Det var d? jag tillh?rde dig. Men nu s? g?r jag ensam P? de platser, de d?r vi var, vi tv?. [Kon Artis with Eminem in parentheses]
I was born feet first, smoke 40's and drink weed
The Lord rehearsed my birth, I'm the worst breed
A nigga you ever set sight on, my right arm's
got more power than (?) Dragon's python so
"Journey into the mind of a psychopath killer"
(Light yo' ass like a liquid nitro-gas spiller
Psycho slash Michael Myers, Michael Jack's "Thriller"
Rifle slash knife faggot that's your "Cop Killer")
As a yung'un, I was beat where I was livin (aight)
Crossdressed just to get thrown in the women's prison
I guess I was just stressed to be a hoodlum
Being pressed caused the stress that caused the Ritalin
Pressed stressed and Ritalin caused the cop's feelings
to be hurt after they seen what I did to those children
I'm vulgaric, you Bo Derek; I throw you face flat off the terrace
so you can have somethin to stare at
[Chorus]