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Now Playing: "I'm Back," Eminem. |
Date Posted: 02-21-2011 at 10:23 PM - Comments (0) |
Try Me.
you're just a two-big, wanna be gangsta,
so cool cuz you smoke fuckin' cheap dank, ya
surround yourself with five dollar whores,
itchin' to bang ya.
that shit ain't legit, mother fucker, just quit.
nothing more than a player, a lady-slayer.
in your opinion at least.
i see right through you, wasn't hard to do,
at first seemed too good to be true.
your twisted words around my mind,
shoulda just left you behind,
they were all just lies, to my surprise,
but made me despise you none the less.
you lost the best.
remember me when i hit the stage,
bright ass lights, fans screaming my name,
that you coulda been my claim to fame,
no shame, you just didn't have any game.
remember that you coulda been beside me,
head held highly, grippin' that mic tightly,
spittin' so fast, like a bat out of hell,
oh well,
don't dwell,
you chose to sell,
out like every other bitch before.
bet you're mad, which is sad,
but do i look like i give a fuck?
what you could had, slipped outta hand,
i'm through with you, just bad fuckin' luck.
you're useless, worthless, spineless, and yet,
there are certain fuckin' things that i will never forget.
like the fact you betrayed me,
slayed me, erased me.
just use me, abuse me, that's all that you do.
like it's cool, but that's it, that's just you.
mother fucker, you made me hate me, just fuckin' break me.
like to you, it's all fun, it's just begun.
just stop, mother fucker, cuz i'm finally done. |
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