a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

letra de ep - every

man, whatever
dre just let it run
ayo, turn the beat up a little bit
ayo, this song is for anyone
f-ck it, just shut up and listen, ayo
i sit back with this pack of zig-zag’s and this bag
of this weed, it gives me the sh-t needed to be
the most meanest mc on this—on this earth
and since birth i’ve been cursed with this curse to just curse
and just blurt this berserk and bizarre sh-t that works
and it sells and it helps in itself to relieve all this tension
dispensing these sentences, getting this stress
that’s been eating me recently off of this chest
and i rest again peacefully
but at least have the decency in you
to leave me alone, when you freaks see me out
in the streets when i’m eating or feeding my daughter
to not come and speak to me, i don’t know you
and no, i don’t owe you a mothaf-ckin’ thing
i’m not mr. n’sync, i’m not what your friends think
i’m not mr. friendly, i can be a pr-ck if you tempt me
my tank is on empty, no patience is in me
and if you offend me, i’m lifting you ten feet in the air
i don’t care who was there and who saw me just jaw you
go call you a lawyer, file you a lawsuit
i’ll smile in the courtroom and buy you a wardrobe
i’m tired of all you, i don’t mean to be mean
but that’s all i can be, it’s just me ometimes i just feel like my father
i hate to be bothered with all of this nonsense
it’s constant, and, “oh, it’s his lyrical content
the song ‘guilty conscience’ has gotten such rotten responses.”
and all of this controversy circles me
and it seems like the media immediately points a finger at me
so i point one back at ’em, but not the index or pinkie
or the ring or the thumb, it’s the one you put up
when you don’t give a f-ck, when you won’t just put up
with the bullsh-t they pull, ’cause they full of sh-t too
when a dude’s getting bullied and shoots up his school
and they blame it on marilyn and the heroin
where were the parents at? and look where it’s at!
middle america, now it’s a tragedy
now it’s so sad to see, an upper-cl-ss city havin’ this happening
then attack eminem ‘cause i rap this way
but i’m glad, ‘cause they feed me the fuel that i need
for the fire to burn, and it’s burning, and i have returned
i’m so sick and tired of being admired
that i wish that i would just die or get fired
and dropped from my label, let’s stop with the fables
i’m not gonna be able to top on “my name is”
and pigeon-holed into some poppy sensation
to cop me rotation at rock-n-roll stations
and i just do not got the patience
to deal with these c-cky caucasians
who think i’m some wigger who just tries to be black
‘cause i talk with an accent and grab on my b-lls
so they always keep asking the same f-cking questions
what school did i go to, what hood i grew up in
the why, the who, what, when, the where and the how
’til i’m grabbing my hair and i’m tearin’ it out
‘cause they driving me crazy, i can’t take it
i’m racin’, i’m pacin’, i stand and i sit
and i’m thankful for every fan that i get
but i can’t take a sh-t
in the bathroom without someone standing by it
no, i won’t sign you an autograph
you can call me an -sshole, i’m glad

- every

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS