Charge, it surely ain't Charles but you ain't G-in hip-hop, cause it's ours "Gimme a pound, thank you man" -- Tim Dog (repeat 4X) It's sick you sick I'm sicker
are Kevorkian They provokin' suicide but as soon as signed I drew designs for consumer's minds so in time I do it for all y'all, do it for all y'all
ya want it we on it dog, ya know how it is We're with the illest and realest killers, we handle our biz Let's get it, rahh [Runt Dawg] Y'all hear that
to the hot chicks and I'm all like "Sup ladies, my name's Slim Shady. I'm the lead singer in D12 baby" They're all like "Oh my god it's him" "Becky oh
it won't show, I even wrapped myself up in blankets Just like a cold cause I'm so sick-wid-it It just happened on a song, I feel it in my eyes My urrs
Yo we be out man, fuckin' it up for erbody I can't lie man, they thought I was just getting started Keep the tie man, it's the American dream I'm just
young bitches that try to get with me I run all up in it but this ain't no race I pull it out and shoot it right in her face You probably wine her and
bout as sick as cancer If you could swallow my style, you probably rip ya pants off If you could bottle my style and sell it to somebody It'd probably
No) Sick of talk I'd rather cough sick of rap mixed with rock I'm a narc smokin trees in the dark part of the car park-Keep on Moving I stopped Sick of
I know where mine is buried And it's so far from any wanting Yeah, it needs this to keep beating It won't go on without it If I'm still weighed down
that it all is nonsense All your live's one track, can't they see it's pointless? But then, my knees give under me My head feels weak and suddenly it
on? Came home and somebody musta broke in the back window And stole two loaded machine guns and both of my trenchcoats Sick, sick dreams of picnic scenes
is closin' near! Sick-o! Strumming through the hall, yes y'all! Hear the call to the D.A., fucking D-E-A They all wanna raid my spot and take hits But
all niggaz, couldn't come back Been through the hottest parts of hell Came back with a hard shell and hard as nails I went through it all, do it all, screw it
Ah yeah, yeah, it's all 'bout u, one time I'ma say it's all 'bout u baby, yeah Ha ha, for the bitches that think it's all 'bout u It's all 'bout u This
for us to make it And we can overcome anything we faced with (We are soldiers after all, down by honor we won't fall After all, all, all, all, all....) [
begin it and where does it all end? My medicine ball, you're in my medicine ball, friends All my West Side bitches throw it up Put a balloon inside your pussy, quief and blow it
toy chest, but what do I do? It's locked I pick it and open it, but it's stuffed full of human parts I dig 'til I find it, I wind it up, and the tune