[Eminem:] |
He's coming home with his next grasp to catch flack |
Sweat jackets and dress less, mismatch |
On his breast jackets is sex addict |
And cheaters want to egg sack it for being checked, get back |
It's a chest match, she's on his back like a jetpack |
She's kept track of all his internet chats |
And guess who just so happens to be moving on to the next |
Actually, just shit on my last chick and she has what my ex lacks |
'Cause she loves danger, psychopath |
And you don't fuck with no man's girl, even I know that |
But she's devised some plan to stab him in the back |
Knife in hand, says the relationship's hanging by a strip |
So she's been on the web lately |
Says maybe she'll be my Gwen Stacy, in Spiderman |
And I know she's using me to try to play him, I don't care |
Hi Suzanne, but I shoulda' said "Bye Suzanne" after the first night, but tonight I am |
[Eminem:] |
One night stand turned into night stayin' |
It was cold, some lights gram |
Y'all be hung tight and |
He found out, now she feels deserted and used |
'Cause he left, so what? He did inverse to her too |
Now how am I supposed to tell this girl that we're through? |
It's hard to find the words, I'm aloof, nervous and suited |
When it's too hurt but what you deserve is the truth |
Don't take it personal, I just can't say this in cursin' to you |
So I revert to the studio like Hole In The Wall diners |
Don't have to be reserved in a booth |
I just still like the person who I'm turnin' into |
Irreversible, I pray for you like a church at the pew |
And now that I got you I don't want you |
Took advantage of my thirst to pursue |
Why do I do this to her that I do? |
Get off my soul box and breach, mass earnin' in speech |
Detergent and bleach is burned in the womb |
'Cause now with her in the womb |
We can't bring her in this bullshit in new |
To use protection 'fore I pity to your forbidden crew |
Fuck! |
[Eminem:] |
Always the bride's maid, never "The bride, hey!" |
What can I say? If life was a highway |
The sequels are non-clay |
But be swerving in side lanes |
Speeds that are high, rave like I'm sliding on ice maybe |
That's why I'm made, that came at you sideways |
I can't keep my life straight, what I made |
You terminate my baby |
This love drought angle |
Left us in a rectangled |
What else can I say? It was fun for a while |
That I really woulda' loved your smile |
Then you really wanna abort |
But fuck it, what's one more lie to tell an unborn child? |
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