| You came thru the door, with the chain and the saw
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| And the 'caine and the raw, and the flame on the four
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| I would never think that you could change to the core
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| But I seen’t it before and it strangled the boy
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| And I remember that we was workin' hard for the deal
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| When you giving everything inside ya heart, and it’s real
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| The only white boy that was sharp for the kill
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| But Eminem was evidently harboring skill
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| And the arson was real, and the starvin' was real
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| Are you kidding me? |
| Literally, all the darkness was real
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| And the sharks in the field, make it hard to appeal
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| The apartment was filled, with the dark and the pills
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| That was just an element that’s par for the course
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| And we signed on the dots, and we fought, and we lost
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| And we won, when we brought our fuckin' gun to the courts
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| Now me and my two brothers is just one with the boss yeaaah
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| Don’t ever in ya life play God with me
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| I’m a seven time rhyme winner you’s a nominee
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| Hit me with a passport, stone, drugs, ornery
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| Bullets spit fast God, Bone Thugs Harmony
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| And don’t even question who I’m targeting
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| It ain’t no one specific, this is just a slaughtering
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| This is just an offering, this is just a torturing
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| This is just an everyday occurrence of The Sharpening
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| This is just a neutron bomb in the palm
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| I’m the God, I’m the wrong, I’m the calm in the storm
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| I’m the ever living every single garment that’s worn
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| I’m Imam, I’m Islam, I’m the thorn and the horn, baby
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| I was on the mic («1, 2 — is this thing on?»)
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| You was just an asshole, rama lama ding dong
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| Bullets go forth back, back forth, ping pong
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| Vinnie hold arms like a person with a sling on, yeaaaah |