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Kris Jenkins in the 3-4 D


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Full of grief I scream at the wind

Thought I heard the words of others

Imprison myself

And stay in a shell

I won't let you in to have a story to tell

Things tend to drag me down

Don't understand so they hate me now

[Chorus]

My fear grips the will of stone

My grip fears I'll die alone

I promised myself somewhere in the teenage life

I'd never submit to the ones I will not be like

Live in a hole

But stay close to my kind

Cause they understand what burns in my mind

I still feel incomplete

Friends are few and far between

[Choru

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I've trampled on that road

That you think you own

You have that "smart ass" attitude

It's time to stop the fiction

I live it every day

While your mind's far away

I'm out here putting pride on the line

And you case on me with pure respect

One chance at one thing

Hard time is coming

My time, your pain

I reign on you

[Pre]

You think you own

I take away

Take it with me

You think you own

I took away

Made it my own

[Chorus]

Most regular people would say it's hard

And any streetwise son of a bitch knows

Don't **** with this

The so many times

You practice in your mirror

To be just like me

But you just can't see

You ain't got the balls, son

I fight for love of brother

Your friends fight one another

You can't see because your head's up your ass

And just in case you think you're bad

I crush your rush

I rule YOU fool

I'm immovable stone in your world of weak -- I speak

[Pre]

[Chorus]

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What's left inside him?

Don't he remember us?

Can't he believe me?

We seemed like bothers

Talked for hours last month

About what we wanna be

I sit now with his hand in mine

But I know he can't feel...

No one knows

What's done is done

It's as if he were dead

I'm close with his mother

And she cries endlessly

Lord how we miss him

At least what's remembered

It's so important to make best friends in life

But it's hard when my friend sits with blank expressions

No one knows

What's done is done

It's as if he were dead

He as hollow as I alone now

He as hollow as I alone

A shell of my friend

Just flesh and bone

There's no soul

He sees no love

I shake my fists at skies above

Mad at God

He as hollow as I converse

I wish he'd waken from this curse

Hear my words before it's through

I want to come in after you

My best friend

He as hollow as I alone

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Whoah!

A get your hands in the air, and get to clappin 'em

and like, back and forth because ah

this is.. what you thought it wasn't

It beez.. the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen

I be the F-R-O the double G *coughing in background*

And check out the man he goes by the name of er...

[Verse One: Eminem]

Slim Shady, brain dead like Jan Brady

I'm a M80, you Lil' like that Kim lady

I'm buzzin, Dirty Dozen, naughty rotten rhymer

Cursin at you players worse than Marty Schottenheimer

You wacker than the mother****er you bit your style from

You ain't gonna sell two copies if you press a double album

Admit it, **** it, while we comin out in the open

I'm doin acid, crack, smack, coke and smokin dope then

My name is Marshall Mathers, I'm an alcoholic (Hi Marshall)

I have a disease and they don't know what to call it

Better hide your wallet cause I'm comin up quick to strip your cash

Bought a ticket to your concert just to come and whip your ass

Bitch, I'm comin out swingin, so fast it'll make your eyes spin

You gettin knocked the **** out like Mike Tyson

The +Proof+ is in the puddin, just ask the Deshaun Holton

I'll slit your mother****in throat worse than Ron Goldman

[Chorus:]

So when you see me on your block with two glocks

Screamin _**** the World_ like Tupac

I just don't give a fuuuuuck!!

Talkin that **** behind my back, dirty mackin

tellin your boys that I'm on crack

I just don't give a fuuuuuck!!

So put my tape back on the rack

Go run and tell your friends my **** is wack

I just don't give a fuuuuuck!!

But see me on the street and duck

Cause you gon' get stuck, stoned, and snuffed

Cause I just don't give a fuuuuuck!!

[Verse Two: Eminem]

I'm Nicer than Pete, but I'm on a Serch to crush a Miilkbone

I'm Everlast-ing, I melt Vanilla Ice like silicone

I'm ill enough to just straight up diss you for no reason

I'm colder than snow season when it's twenty below freezin

Flavor with no seasonin, this is the sneak preview

I'll diss your magazine and still won't get a weak review

I'll make your freak leave you, smell the Folgers crystals

This is a lyrical combat, gentlemen hold your pistols

But I form like Voltron and blast you with my shoulder missiles

Slim Shady, Eminem was the old initials (Bye-bye!)

Extortion, snortin, supportin abortion

Pathological liar, blowin **** out of proportion

The looniest, zaniest, spontaneous, sporadic

Impulsive thinker, compulsive drinker, addict

Half animal, half man

Dumpin your dead body inside of a ****in trash can

With more holes than an Afghan

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: Eminem]

Somebody let me out this limousine (hey, let me out!)

I'm a caged demon, on stage screamin like Rage Against the Machine

I'm convinced I'm a fiend, shootin up while this record is spinnin

Clinically brain dead, I don't need a second opinion

**** droppin the jewel, I'm flippin the sacred treasure

I'll bite your mother****in style, just to make it fresher

I can't take the pressure, I'm sick of bitches

Sick of naggin bosses bitchin while I'm washin dishes

In school I never said much, too busy havin a headrush

Doin too much rush had my face flushed like red blush

Then I went to Jim Beam, that's when my face grayed

Went to gym in eighth grade, raped the women's swim team

Don't take me for a joke I'm no comedian

Too many mental problems got me snortin coke and smokin weed again

I'm goin up over the curb, drivin on the median

Finally made it home, but I don't got the key to get in

[Chorus]

[Outro: Eminem]

Hey, **** that!

Outsidaz..

Pace One..

Young Zee..

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