Things just ain't the same for psychos Guns and rifles, sharp knifes, I like those I might just O.D. by the end of tonight's show With the right dose I might wipe out this life pole But, the strangest things can happen from jabbin' Pregnant women in the abdomen so they can't have children Bitches get slapped up and drastic ass kicks Gay-bashin' fags with tire irons and ratchets I seen 'em come, I've watched 'em go Versace "Whoa, hey!" Liberace "ho!" (echoes) I might have bashed of somebody you probably know Buncha' faggots in your crib screamin' "It's not me! No!" Drag 'em out the closet and across the floor When you paid 'em a visit in the hospital Stab 'em in the fuckin' tonsils with a popsicle Stick, and sit back and watch 'em choke
Cause every chair that I throw People sue me for dough They press charges on me Till I can’t fight anymore But every girl that I choke I got lawyers I know Who got judges they know So I suggest you stay home
Ha ha Son of a bitch "what, what, what, what, what, what" Slim Shady, album May 23rd Dr. Dre
(Imitating Dr. Dre) Damn bitches, I just took some ecstasy I'm an extraterrestrial lesbian with a... Ha haTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
