(My music box) (My music box) 'Cause when the lights are off, I see the girls asleep (My music box) I hear my music box, playing a song for me (My music box
em sprinkled on toast With strawberry marmalade jam Flavor my favorite graham crackers With Jon Benet Rams I guess a modern day jack the ripper Is all that I am My music box
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sprinkled on toast With strawberry marmalade jam Flavor my favorite graham crackers With Jon Benet Rams I guess a modern day jack the ripper Is all that I am My music box
We're all right where we should be Lift my arms out wide I open my eyes And now all I wanna see Is a sky full of lighters A sky full of lighters [Eminem
I am the truest, name a rapper that I ain't influenced Gave y'all chapters but now I keep my eyes on the Judas With Hawaiian' Sophie fame, kept my name in his music
I ain't got a weapon I'm gon pick up a rock, And when I buss your ass, I'm goin to continue to box, Get your ass off the wall with your two left fee,
Motherf***ers Say that I'm foolish I only talk about jewels (Bling bling) Do you fools Listen to music or Do you just skim Through it? See I'm influenced
where you from, it's only where standin' now Got a few good niggaz, a box of amunition, that's all i really need for me to carry out a mission If Eminem
home, Trying to cope with everyday life, Who lives in a little house, That was built, in the middle of the street. "Hey, Mom! Tupac's on the juke box
and stole him too So, you fall in a slump and get all emotional So, now you sing and mix slang with blues and pluck strings Confused as fuck cause now your music
hit em up [D12 and Eminem spit on the next few verses. Proof goes first...] I'm from Detroit's Pemberton now Four bullets tear you in half Fuck the music
you livin' at yo mom's house? On the interscope DVD at yo mom's house. See me on my DVD drop coupe, rocked out! This nigga faker than Eminem on Wash
