8 Mile Soundtrack Lyrics
313 Freestyle
[Rabbit]
Your style is generic
Mines authentic made
I roll like a renegade
You need clinicaid
My technique is bizarrenile
I scar and kill
You were a star until I served you like a bar and grill
As I proceed to cook and grill ya
That’s all that took to kill ya
You better recognize me like I look familiar
You want to battle
You beat around the bush
Like your scared to lick pussy so you eat around the tush
I need a clown to push
Someone that I can bully
Wait a minute I don’t think you understand fully
See me without a style
Is like mustard without the Hind’s
I lead the new school
You a BUSTA without the RHYMES
I crush the shit out your lines
8 Mile Road
[Eminem]
Sometimes I just feel like, quittin I still might
Why do I put up this fight, why do I still write
Sometimes it's hard enough just dealin with real life
Sometimes I wanna jump on stage and just kill mics
And show these people what my level of skill's like
But I'm still white, sometimes I just hate life
Somethin ain't right, hit the brake lights
Case of the stage fright, drawin a blank like
Da-duh-duh-da-da, it ain't my fault
Great big eye balls, my insides crawl
and I clam up I just slam shut
I just can't do it, my whole manhood's
just been stripped, I've just been ripped
So I must then get, hope the bus didn't split
Man fuck this shit yo, I'm goin the fuck home
World on my shoulders as I run back to this 8 Mile Road
[Chorus]
I'm a man, I'ma make a new plan
Time for me to just stand up, and travel new land
Time for me to just take matters into my own hands
Once I'm over these tracks man I'ma never look back
(8 Mile Road) And I'm gone, I know right where I'm goin
Sorry momma I'm grown, I must travel the alone
Ain't gonna follow no footsteps, I'm makin my own
Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road
[Eminem]
I'm walkin these train tracks, tryin to regain back
the spirit I had 'fore I go back to the same crap
To the same plant, in the same pants
Tryin to chase rap, gotta move ASAP
And get a new plan, momma's got a new man
Poor little baby sister, she don't understand
Sits in front of the TV, buries her nose in the pad
And just colors until the crayon gets dull in her hand
While she colors her big brother, her mother and dad
Ain't no tellin what really goes on in her little head
Wish I could be the daddy that neither one of us had
But I keep runnin from somethin I never wanted so bad!
Sometimes I get upset, cause I ain't blew up yet
It's like I grew up, but I ain't grow me two nuts yet
Don't gotta rep my step, don't got enough pep
The pressure's too much man, I'm just tryin to do what's best
And I try, sit alone and I cry
Yo I won't tell no lie, not a moment goes by
That I don't pray to the sky, please I'm beggin you God
Please don't let me be piegon holed in no regular job
Yo I hope you can hear me homey wherever you are
Yo I'm tellin you dawg I'm bailin this trailer tomorrow
Tell my mother I love her, kiss baby sister goodbye
Say whenever you need me baby, I'm never too far
But yo I gotta get out there, the only way I know
And I'ma be back for you, the second that I blow
On everything I own, I'll make it on my own
Off to work I go, back to this 8 Mile Road
[Chorus]
[Eminem]
You gotta live it to feel it, you didn't you wouldn't get it
Or see what the big deal is, why it was and it still is
To be walkin this borderline of Detroit city limits
It's different, it's a certain significance, a certificate
of authenticity, you'd never even see
But it's everything to me, it's my credibility
You never seen heard smelled or met a real MC
who's incredible, up on the same pedestal as me
But yet I'm still unsigned, havin a rough time
Sit on the porch with all my friends and kick dumb rhymes
Go to work and serve MC's in the lunchline
But when it comes crunch time, where do my punchlines go
Who must I show, to bust my flow
Where must I go, who must I know
Or am I just another crab in the bucket
Cause I ain't havin no luck with this little Rabbit so fuck it
Maybe I need a new outlet, I'm startin to doubt shit
I'm feelin a little skeptical who I hang out with
I look like a bum, yo my clothes ain't about shit
at Salvation Army tryin to salvage an outfit
And it's cold, tryin to travel this road
Plus I feel like I'm old, stuck in this battlin mode
My defenses are so up, and one thing I don't want
is pity from no one, the city is no fun
There is no sun, and it's so dark
Sometimes I feel like I'm just bein pulled apart
from each one of my limbs, by each one of my friends
It's enough to make me just wanna jump out of my skin
Sometimes I feel like a robot, sometimes I just know not
what I'm doin I just blow, my head is a stove top
I just explode, the kettle gets so hot
Sometimes my mouth just overloads the gas that I don't got
But I've learned, it's time for me to U-turn
Yo it only takes one time for me to get burned
Ain't no fallin on next time I meet a new girl
I can no longer play stupid or be immature
I got every ingredient, all I need is the courage
Like I already got the beat, all I need is the words
Got the urge, suddenly it's a surge
Suddenly a new burst of energy is occured
Time to show these free world leaders the three and a third
I am no longer scared now, I'm free as a bird
Then I turn and cross over the median curb
Hit the burbs and all you see is a blur from 8 Mile Road
[Chorus]
Sweet Home Alabama Freestyle
[Future]
Well Jimmy moved in with his mother
Cuz he ain’t got no place to go
[Eminem]
And I’m now I’m right back in the gutter
With a garbage bag that’s full of clothes
[Future]
Cuz you live at home in a trailer
What the hell u gonna do?
[Eminem]
Cuz I live at home in a trailer
Mom I’m coming home to you
Well my names jimmy and his names Greg Buel
And me him n u went to the same school.
This ain’t cool, I’m in a rage, he tappin my mom
Were almost the same age
On the microphone I drop bombs
Look at this car, thanks a lot mom!
“Here happy birthday rabbit
Here’s a brand new car, u can have it”
Its 1928 delta. this shit wont even get me to the shelter.
And I cant even stand for a motel.
Cause I’m back in the 810 now
Cuz I live at home in a trailer,
Mom I’m commin’ home to you…
8 Miles And Runnin'
[Jay-Z]
Yeah, Renegades is back
Em the B the sick
It's Young, Freeway, 8 Miles, let's go
8 miles and running, got my 7th album droppin'
And my 8th album comin', feedin' a thousand growlin' stomachs
But I can rewind the calendar back, back when it was now or nothin'
People said I would amount to nothin', that I had talent for nothin'
Said I would succumb to violence or be silenced by your gunmen
I could just hear the folks now, "He got what he had coming"
Now that my eighth album's comin' everybody's smilin'
Wantin' something, claimin' that they done something for him
Got their Jay-Z pom poms and their whole uniform
Claimin' they been runnin' and tellin' everybody like Martin Lawerence
'Bout how hot my rap performance was before I was who I was
Claimin' that they threw it up before I threw it up
You what? Where was you before I blew this up?
I didn't see you in the courtroom when everybody was suin' us
I didn't see you in all black when everybody was suitin' up
Back on the block, gettin' it in, there wasn't no you with us
[Chorus: Jay-Z]
8 miles and running, got my 7th album droppin'
And my 8th album comin', feedin' a thousand growlin' stomachs, Free
[Freeway]
6 miles and running, got my fist strip poppin'
And my first album comin', feedin' twenty growlin' stomachs
[Jay-Z]
8 miles and running, got my 7th album droppin'
And my 8th album comin', feedin' a thousand growlin' stomachs, Free
[Freeway]
6 miles and running, got my fist strip poppin'
And my first album comin', feedin' twenty growlin' stomachs
[Freeway]
6 miles and running in the Pontiac
Six thousand eighty six, trans might shift while the engine run
Anyone tell ya rider give me one more chance
Hear them smokers screamin' "One more gram"
So I'ma bring 'em one
Homie, son, and my pop, stick close to my MOMMA
Keep toasters for DRAMA, mix a lot with my son
My son growin' and he learnin' a lot
That's when them toasters will the burners will pop, brain on ya own
Well a nigga, tell 'em niggas
That's like the biblical scripture
Look back, turn assault like the sin is in
Most of ya heartless and self-centered like "Me Shaq and me Shaq"
Set up ya brother cuz you jealous nigga
The heat back, like you never left
I ever rep, cops watch every step
Six miles and running dodgin' every trap
The rap gingerbread man, cheer us up
You precious breath, State P the second attack
[Chorus]
[Jay-Z]
Back when nobody would found he had talent, nobody would sign me
Nobody believed in me, nobody but mommy blindly
But how can she deny me? Me being the youngest runt
To come up outta her tummy, she got nothin' but love for me
When niggas would want me, the industry shunned me
That's why I'm takin' all the industry's money
Revenge is sweet honey, we run this
Young is the illsest, Free is the future
Bean's and Bleek is right now, we can see our 8 miles nigga
[Chorus]
Adrenaline Rush
Get the fuck out motherfucker...
Hey yo...
When I step up in the bar, everybody hit the fucking floor,
Lucky motherfuckers make it to the door,
Cause when I spit on mic's I spit raw,
Which cause confusion from the bar to the dance floor,
I keep the club on the vex,
Cause he gotta pay me when I spit, plus replace alot of shit,
Niggas get a whiling,
When my words echo's the room like, Get your hand out my pocket,
You suck shit when my topics rockin,
I'm banned from clubs 'cause my toxic tonsils,
Loud speaker like a fucking sports announcer,
I spit the baa-haa till you rush the bouncer,
I rush the mutherfucker in your way who's bouncing,
You know old christ get their yak's pronouncin...
Get live motherfucker when I speak motherfucker,
Out your seat motherfucker, I'm a reach motherfuckers
Shady-records till I sleep motherfucker
Obie-Trice nothin but street motherfucker
Tear this bitch up till you bleed motherfucker
I wouldn’t give a fuck who you be motherfucker
Punk, pussy, bitch or G motherfucker
Adrenaline rush before you leave motherfucker
When I speak I blow out your tweeters, a dog,
Show out in speakers roll out with heaters,
I'm just an animal eating the game,
Jumbo monkey, funky and obie's the name,
I rose solo, never been a hoe though,
Keep yak's vocal when cats act loco,
Where you at when I'm moving the crowd,
You get trampled, mashed on detroit style,
Up out your seats, pump out the E's,
Off the beat's the crowd overpleased,
Where my nigga's at smoking them tree's,
Off the cognac, finger fucking the ski's,
That's how it is when you party with me,
You don't like it, you L-7 like a square beat...
Get live motherfucker when I speak motherfucker,
Out your seat motherfucker, I'm a reach motherfucker,
Shady-records till I sleep motherfuckers
Obie-Trice nothin but street motherfucker
Tear this bitch up till you bleed motherfucker
I wouldn’t give a fuck who you be motherfucker
Punk, pussy, bitch or G motherfucker
Adrenaline rush before you leave motherfucker
Yo, yo, since I came I rearrange the place with blaze,
Spays dope with coke-fevers DNA, I'm so addicted,
To gettin nigga's lifted, drunk off a liquid,
Obie Trice the misfit,
Douse'in the crowd with piss and voul's,
We underground motherfucker fix your frown's,
I beat the bore with a wisty tour,
Off a whisky you never been this deep before,
So throw up your hands and peep out your man's
When I come through next quarter trust it in you's,
And trust I'm attackin it,
I cook up the hot shit like Ainsley Harriot
That's why I'm so miraculous,
And hope to get you nigga's pumped up,
I see you next time I see him chump,
That's right, you go through Obie Trice fucked up,
on your knees drop for these...
Get live motherfucker when I speak motherfucker,
Out your seat motherfucker, I'm a reach motherfucker,
Shady-records till I sleep motherfuckers
Obie-Trice nothin but street motherfucker
Tear this bitch up till you bleed motherfucker
I wouldn’t give a fuck who you be motherfucker
Punk, pussy, bitch or G motherfucker
Adrenaline rush before you leave motherfucker
B-Rabbit And Sol (Car Park Battle)
[B-Rabbit](eminem)
Your style is generic
mines authentic made
i roll like a renegade, u need clinic aid
Ma techniques bizarre 'n' ill
I scar 'n' kill
You were a star till i served u like a bar n grill
But i proceed to cook n grill ya
Thats all it took to kill ya
You betta recognise me like i look familiar
If u wanna battle
You beat it round da tush like ya scared ta lick pussy so u eat it round da tush
I need a clown ta push, sum1 that i can bully
Wait a minute, i dnt think u undastand fully
See me without a style is like mustard without the Heinz
I lead the new skool
Youre a Buster without the Rhymes
Ill bust this shit out ya line
[Sol]
Yo im da man chicky
Smokin d lick licky
10 freaky girls inside da chin chicky
Oh when ya see me ya better believe me
This aint a game
and pimpin aint easy
Anything goes when it comes ta hoes
Im d kingpin when it comes ta flowz
Ya betta ask sum1 if u dnt know
when ya see me girls say 'Whaddup Dog!'
Battle
(scratched:
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(scratched:
(scratched:
"What? You wanna battle ME?")
"Yo man, how much money you got?")
"What? You wanna battle ME?")
"Yo man, how much money you got?")
I used to guzzle 40's, and own a beat up Caddy
Since the hood still love me, I'll turn the heat up daddy
I went from mackin fly honies on the train
to straight relaxin on the beach, countin money gettin brain
Soon as you rappers get a chance you wanna floss a lot
You buy a iced out watch because it cost a lot
Then you in the club, stylin with dough
Profilin with hoes that we boned, a while ago
You rookies haven't done enough laps around the track
You had one hot single, but then your album sounds wack
Son you bore me with your war stories
You ain't even do that shit, so that's just more stories
How you expect us to take you seriously?
The look in my eye punk, has got you scared of me
I'm blastin your sons, I'm snatchin your funds
You catch a royal ass-whoopin, you've been askin for one
(scratched: "I'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game")
"What.. what?" (scratch: "We thorough to the end")
"Yo man.." "You know the drill"
(scratched: "I'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game")
"What.. what?" (scratch: "You wanna battle me?")
"Yo man.." "How much money you got?"
Bitch you don't even know, the half about me
I bring it straight to your chest, ask your staff about me
I'm just a little bit older, plus a whole lot wiser
I might advise ya, or I might pulverize ya
I can visit any city, get respect in the street
While you alone in your room, shook to death of the streets
I'll take a second to speak, I keep my weapon in reach
I ain't talkin romance but you'll get swept off your feet
I keeps a ghetto chick, that loves to blast and she peddle shit
Groupies fake moves, I get her to settle shit
You can't compare to the status right here
Legendary worldwide, we can battle right here
Listen junior, I'ma tear back your wig
This ain't TV but I'll show you what a "Fear Factor" is
Stop grillin me, and all that frontin is killin me
You leave me no choice but to hurt your feelings G
(scratched: "I'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game")
"What.. what?" (scratch: "You wanna battle me?")
"Yo man.." "How much money you got?"
"What.. what?" (scratch: "We thorough to the end")
"Yo man.." "You know the drill"
(scratched: "I'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game")
(scratched: "I'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game")
(scratch: "We thorough to the end")
(scratched: "I'm bout to slap rappers around")
"You know the drill"
(scratch: "We thorough to the end")
(scratched: "I'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game")
"You know the drill"
Broke Is Not Fun
i be talkin this shit like im gonna change the rap game
but these motherfuckers dont even know my name
everyone may think my shit all sounds the same
but forreal if u been thru some of the shit ive been thru
u would act, walk, talk, and think the same way i do
u gotta understand that im tired of having a lack of funds
reaching down into my pockets and pullin out a wad of ones
this world gets more materialistic with every day
and all u hang on every word that i say, so y would i play
im not here to fancy yal out and impress a town
i dont need to worry about that
i got bigger things to worry about now
all im lookin for in this world is a change
to make me feel better im tired of hustlin and bustlin
and strugglin all that shit is getting old and making me cold
Happy
Happy?
isn’t it strange
that the stars don’t shine no more now since you’re gone
isn’t it strange
that we can’t look back and see just what went wrong
i wanna know now where we are,
should i pretend and let things be
and knowing what you’ve done,
could you come face to face with me
isn’t it strange
that you told me one thing and suddenly changed your mind
isn’t it strange
that you’d come here for me turn away and leave me behind
now it feels like i’m drowning,
feels like i’m drowning without you
i know the feeling,
cause i’ve felt this all before
i
i
i
i
hope
hope
hope
hope
you don’t feel just like me,
you don’t feel just like me
you don’t feel just like me,
you’re happy
isn’t it strange
that the world seems to turn away when i try to explain
why it’s so strange
that two can be as one yet not the same
and it feels like i’m drowning,
feels like i’m drowning without you
i know the feeling,
cause i’ve felt this all before
and it feels like i’m dying,
feels like i’m dying now i know the truth
i
i
i
i
hope
hope
hope
hope
you don’t feel just like me,
you don’t feel just like me
you don’t feel just like me,
you’re happy
don’t feel just like me,
i hope you don’t feel just like me
i hope you don’t feel just like me,
i hope you’re happy
don’t feel just like me,
i hope you don’t feel just like me
fuck i hope you feel much worse than me,
maybe not so happy
not so happy, yeah,
not so happy, yeah
not so happy,
welcome to my world
not so happy, yeah,
not so happy, yeah
not so happy,
welcome to my world
I Live At Home In A Trailer
[Future]
Well jimmy moved in with his mother
Cuz he ain’t got no place to go
[Eminem]
And I’m now I’m right back in the gutter
With a garbage bag that’s full of clothes
[Future]
Cuz you live at home in a trailer
What the hell u gonna do
[Eminem]
Cuz I live at home in a trailer
Mom I’m coming home to you
Well my names jimmy and his names Greg Buel
And me him n u went to the same school.
This ain’t cool- I’m in a rage- he's tappin my momWere almost the same age
On the microphone I drop bombs
Look at this car, thanks a lot mom!
“Here happy birthday rabbit
Here’s a brand new car, u can have it”
Its 1928 delta. this shit wont even get me to the shelter.
And I cant even stand for a motel.
Cause I’m back in the 810 now
Cuz I live at home in a trailer,
Mom I’m commin’ home to you…
J,O,N,E
I live in a shed with jeans and ben
Who knows what we get up to?
time and time again
I'm such a prick and so proud of it
But my moms husband
Still sneaks out to suck mens dicks
What a stupid prick
He's still getting pissed
i'm supprised he aint in the corner
tokin' on some wizz
My moms last husband john doe
He upt and left
And now he's gone bald
I'm supprised she aint dead
She's so fucked up in the head
I left my sister when she just turned 12
And now we're planning on getting mom
Back into hell
I'v got to save her ass
From the motherfucking past
And not do what my mother had to ask?
My bitch ass girlfriend stacey
Asks way too much of me
What's she trying to do
Motherfucking kill me
I loved her to bits
so now i'v fucking said it
And yet i still aint getting
No shitty fucked up credit
I fucked her last week doggy style
without no greace
And riped her plump white ass cheeks
But now i'v used greace
She has no meat on her cute white cheeks
But now to find my mother
and dig a hole just over 6ft
And cover her ass with rubble and peat
Thats it for this shit
Love john'o and
his dick
xxxx
Lose Yourself
Look, if you had one shot, or one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted in one moment
Would you capture it or just let it slip?
His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgettin
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out
He's chokin, how everybody's jokin now
The clock's run out, time's up over, plow!
Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravity
Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked
He's so mad, but he won't give up that easy
No he won't have it , he knows his whole back city's ropes
It don't matter, he's dope
He knows that, but he's broke
He's so stacked that he knows
When he goes back to his mobile home, that's when it's
Back to the lab again yo
This old rhapsody
He better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him
[Hook:]
You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go, oh
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, oh
The soul's escaping, through this hole that it's gaping
This world is mine for the taking
Make me king, as we move toward a, new world order
A normal life is borin, but superstardom's close to post mortem
It only grows harder, homie grows hotter
He blows it's all over these hoes is all on him
Coast to coast shows, he's know as the globe-trotter
Lonely roads, God only knows
He's grown farther from home, he's no father
He goes home and barely knows his own daughter
But hold your nose cuz here goes the cold water
these hoes don't want him no mo, he's cold product
They moved on to the next schmoe who flows
He nose dove and sold nada
So the soap opera is told it unfolds
I suppose it's old potna, but the beat goes on
Da da dum da dum da da dum
[Hook]
No more games, I'ma change what you call rage
Tear this mothafuckin roof off like 2 dogs caged
I was playin in the beginnin, the mood all changed
I been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage
But I kept rhymin and stepped, writin the next cypher
Best believe somebody's payin the pied piper
All the pain inside amplified by the fact
That I can't get by with my 9 to 5
And I can't provide the right type of life for my family
Cuz man, these God damn food stamps don't buy diapers
And it's no movie, there's no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life
And these times are so hard and it's getting even harder
Tryin to feed and water my seed, plus teeter-totter
Caught up between bein a father and a prima donna
Baby mama drama's screamin on and
Too much for me to wanna
Stay in one spot, another day of monotony
Has gotten me to the point I'm like a snail
I've got to formulate a plot or end up in jail or shot
Success is my only mothafuckin option, failure's not
Mom, I love you, but this trailer's got to go
I cannot grow old in Salem's lot
So here I go here's my shot.
Feet fail me not this may be the only opportunity that I got
[Hook]
You can do anything you set your mind to, man
Love Me
[Obie Trice]
You don’t see me in the hood
It’s cuz I’m doin this man
[Obie Trice]
Niggaz I’m still grindin’
I’m still hearin’ those sirens
I’m still getting chased by those lights
Only the lights lime, and my mics on
And my time is none
Because I’m writing more
And I aint here to meet a soul in this business
I’m here to eat, speak until these hoes feel this
And I can’t let y’all derail me man
I got young Kobe hommie, you gotta let go of Obie
Cuz Obie be back, we get them craps going on and that giach going on
Soon as a nigga touch down backs from tourin
Cuz whatever put that on the cheddar man
But in the meantime its Jimmy Ivean time
Chase cheese rhyme till my voice give out
This is it my nigga’s, this what we boast about
Now I’m here, so shut your muthafuckin mouth
And show me love bitch
[Chorus]
I just wanna love
I wanna hold you
I just wanna love
I wanna hold you
you, for the rest of my life
in the morning, hold you through the night
you, for the rest of my life
in the morning, hold you through the night
[Eminem]
There’s a certain mystique, when I speak
That you notice that’s sorta unique, cause you know its me
My poetries deep and I’m stillmatic, the way I flow to this beat
You can’t sit still, its like trying to smoke crack and go to sleep
I’m strapped, just know in any minute I could snap
I’m the equivalent of what would happen if bush rapped
I bully these rappers so bad, lyrically
It aint even funny, I aint even hungry, it aint even money
You can’t pay me enough, for you to play me, its cock-a-many
You just aint zanney enough, to rock with shady
My noodle is cock-a-doodle, my clock’s coo-coo
I got screws loose, yeah the whole kitten kaboodle
I’m just brutal, its no rumor, I’m numero uno
Assume it, there’s no humor in it
No more you know, I’m rollin with a swollen bowlin’ ball in my bag
You’ll need a fag to come and tear a new hole in my ass
You better love me… bitch
[Chorus]
I just wanna love
I wanna hold you
I just wanna love
I wanna hold you
you, for the rest of my life
in the morning, hold you through the night
you, for the rest of my life
in the morning, hold you through the night
[50 Cent]
My boys is crazy in the hood, they holler my name
If it aint about the flow it’s about the stones and the chain
If I was you, id love me too, I roll like a boss
9/11 paws same color as cranberry sauce
I aint gonna front, I thought R. Kelly was your shit
Let me find out he fuckin round with Bow Wow bitch
Niggaz eatin popcorn right, rewindin the tape
Now Shorty, Momma in the precenct, hollerin rape
I’m convinced man, sumtin really wrong with these hoes
I thought Lil’ Kim was hot, till she start fuckin with her nose
Used to listen to Lauren hill, and tap my feet
Then the bitch put out a CD, didn’t have no beat
That boy D’Angelo, he determined not to fail
That nigga went butt-ass for his record to sell
My back shots help Ashanti hit them high notes
Then Big Ben taught Charli B’more to deep throat
Yea…
[Chorus]
I just wanna love
I wanna hold you
I just wanna love
I wanna hold you
you, for the rest of my life
in the morning, hold you through the night
you, for the rest of my life
in the morning, hold you through the night
Lunch Truck Freestyle
"ok folks, enough with the gay jokes
specially from a gay broke bitch aye lope?
this how i do-do, you been here longer then me
and i get payed more then you do
dogg take a seat
whats this guy standing in line for
he aint got money to eat
check this out
yo yo
this guy cash his whole check and baught 1 ho-ho
fucking homo
little maggot
you cant hack it
pauls gay your a faggot
least he admits it
dont even risk it
this guys starving to death
someone get him a biscuit
i dont know what they told you, mike
you must have dem corn rows rolled to tight
this job you wanna quit but you cant
you worked at this plant so long, your a plant
look at your god damn boots
for christs sakes there startin to grow roots
and this mic you be faded
you look like a pissed off rapper who never made it
and why you fucking with the gay guy G
when really your the 1 whose got the HIV
man im done with this clown
hes soft, fuck it
i'll let home girl finish you off"
Places To Go
yeah
Shady
Aftermath
G Unit
I got places to go, I got people to see,
The penitentiary, ain't the place for me,
I'm warnin you do, not tempt me,
I'll run up and squeeze
And put a hole in you, hole in you
I got places to go, I got people to see,
The penitentiary, ain't the place for me,
I'm warnin you do, not tempt me,
I'll run up and squeeze
And put a hole in you, hole in you
you mistaken me for somebody that you should be testing,
your should be stressin I'm gonna fuckin teach you a lesson,
MAC 101's in session and lace the track that I'm blessin,
smith and wesson's, the weapon, in case you just guessing, (God Damhn)
these straight busters kept-in, kept-in my benz, hop-in the end's,
watch the 22 spin , my hoe's they perfect 10
I got shot up but I got up and i'm back at it again,
motherfuckers they thought I wouldn’t win, pretend to be friends,
at first you fail, try, try, try, try again,
i'm the best don't you get it, forget it, when I spit it, its crazy,
you love it, admit it, you like that I live it, its Shady,
aftermath in your ass bitch, if its not a classic,
When it's dumped we trash it, so I got it mastered,
stop and get your ass kicked, bastered, when measures get drastic,
glock made out of plastic, cock-it aim it blast it, run nigga I'll stash it...
I got places to go, I got people to see,
The penitentiary, ain't the place for me,
I'm warnin you do, not tempt me,
I'll run up and squeeze
And put a hole in you, hole in you
I got places to go, I got people to see,
The penitentiary, ain't the place for me,
I'm warnin you do, not tempt me,
I'll run up and squeeze
And put a hole in you, hole in you
There is a genie in that bottle of that dom Perignon,
I'm a drink till I get to that bitch Em and Dre,
Introduce me to the burbs they gonna listen to my words,
In the hood they feel my shit...
(break-it down!)
Picture a perfect picture, picture me in the paper
Picture me starting shit, picture me busting my gat,
picture police man they aint gotta picture of that,
picture me being broke, picture me smokin a sack,
picture me comin up, picture me rich from rap,
picture me blowin up, now picture me going back,
to my momma basement to live, shit, picture that,
where I'm from its a fact, you gotta watch your back,
you wear a vest without a Gatt, you'se a target jack,
hastle hard, money stack, sell that dope, sell that crack,
sell that pack, sell that gat, sell that pussy, crew are back,
50 Cent, too much spent?, man I'm bent, I'm outta here
I got places to go, I got people to see,
The penitentiary, ain't the place for me,
I'm warnin you do, not tempt me,
I'll run up and squeeze
And put a hole in you, hole in you
I got places to go, I got people to see,
The penitentiary, ain't the place for me,
I'm warnin you do, not tempt me,
I'll run up and squeeze
And put a hole in you, hole in you
Ha-ha
Man I aint going to jail
Not even to visit a nigga
You want to holla at me, you wright me,
Matter a fact, you gotta send it to Sunset Boulevard,
In Montreal,
Ha-ha-ha
riding around in one of Dre's Farrari's nigga,
or matter a fact I might be in Detroit,
riding down 8 Mile road,
you know, for one of them en-joints and shit,
Ha-ha
ya heard, I got place to go man,
you know, Shady/Aftermath,
we finished our print money,
puttin our faces on this motherfuckin bill thug shit,
Ha ha ha ha ha,
aint seem to be doing much...
R.A.K.I.M
Ra!
Ra!
Ra!
Ra!
Ra!
Ra!
Ra!
R: Rugged and rough that's how I do it
A: Allah who I praise to the fullest
K: Keep it moving,
I: Stand alone
M: It's my crown, my world, my throne
R: Rugged and rough that's how I do it
A: Allah who I praise to the fullest
K: Keep it moving,
I: Stand alone
M: It's my crown, my world, my throne
Aiyyo when Rakim Allah attack, it's a wrap y'all relax
The arm in that, you show me where the party's at
Seminars and tracks, hors, comas, and cardiacs
Broads and cats screaming "Oh my God he's back"
Just imagine, I hit the lab and get it crackin'
A thousand styles in one verse, rhythms will switch patterns
Chicks get stabbed in the back, till they get spasms
Known to spit a magnum, or split an atom
Who woulda known that Jesus would come back to the ghetto
On that level, and that thorough, like a black hero
And pack metal, so rap rebels, will back pedal
The pharaoh of five boroughs, and take over the rap world
Gettin' bizarre, hardcore, this is for y'all
The crib or the park, play it when you get in the car
Chill at the bar, sip somethin' or split a cigar
Get with your dogs, don't be alarmed, this kid is the bomb
R: Rugged and rough that's how I do it
A: Allah who I praise to the fullest
K: Keep it moving,
I: Stand alone
M: It's my crown, my world, my throne
R: Rugged and rough that's how I do it
A: Allah who I praise to the fullest
K: Keep it moving,
I: Stand alone
M: It's my crown, my world, my throne
Uh, yeah yo, I used to paint this flow, on ancient scrolls
And learn ta, make this dough, where gangstas roll
Think like the late great Capone when the bank is closed
It's cats that claim they bold, but they ain't this cold
I'm from New York City even pretty chicks act up
Niggas get clapped up, you stack up, they stick that up
Put the strap up, you think my name was "Kid back up"
Big niggas (spittin' noise) pick that up, or lift that up
Raised by gangstas and gamblers, hustlers, con artists
And convicts, killers and dons
Drug dealers, playas and pimps, smooth talkers
Stick up kids, thugs, real niggas and gods
Haunted by every soul that lay dead in the turf
Close by every spirit, that never made it to birth
Since the Moon separated from Earth
That's why they say I'm the greatest that ever orchestrated a verse
It's the
R: Rugged and rough that's how I do it
A: Allah who I praise to the fullest
K: Keep it moving,
I: Stand alone
M: It's my crown, my world, my throne
R: Rugged and rough that's how I do it
A: Allah who I praise to the fullest
K: Keep it moving,
I: Stand alone
M: It's my crown, my world, my throne
[Verse 3]
Ay yo, we toast to that, it's the cat that broke backs
To a soul slap, a smoke a track, how dope is that
Poet for rap, wrote backs that most slack,
That know rap before they turned coke to crack
To my dogs hearin' sirens on and firearms
Outcome die in wars or behind iron bars
The boulevard, tire frauds when I evolve
Try and rob, my dialogue, I am God
Chicks moan just to get next to my throne
And sniff my cologne and get Ra alone
Sex spot's at home, I'm testosterone
Caress spots, stress drops, bedrock's the bone
Hit the floor, it's hot for 2003
Hit's galore, who rock a style as wild as me
Rest assure, when I rock dance crowds and scream
Bis-Mi-Allah A-Rahman A-Rahim it's the
R: Rugged and rough that's how I do it
A: Allah who I praise to the fullest
K: Keep it moving,
I: Stand alone
M: It's my crown, my world, my throne
R: Rugged and rough that's how I do it
A: Allah who I praise to the fullest
K: Keep it moving,
I: Stand alone
M: It's my crown, my world, my throne
R: Rugged and rough that's how I do it
A: Allah who I praise to the fullest
K: Keep it moving,
I: Stand alone
M: It's my crown, my world, my throne
R: Rugged and rough that's how I do it
A: Allah who I praise to the fullest
K: Keep it moving,
I: Stand alone
M: It's my crown, my world, my throne
R: Rugged and rough that's how I do it
A: Allah who I praise to the fullest
K: Keep it moving,
I: Stand alone
M: It's my crown, my world, my throne
R: Rugged and rough that's how I do it
A: Allah who I praise to the fullest
K: Keep it moving,
I: Stand alone
M: It's my crown, my world, my throne
Rabbit Vs. Papa Doc
[Rabbit]
Now everybody from the 313,
put your mother-fuckin hands up and follow me,
everybody from the 313 put your mother-fuckin hands up.
Look, look,
Now while he stands tough,
notice that this man did not have his hands up.
The Free World got you gassed up
but whos afraid of the big bad woof?
1, 2, 3 and to the 4
1pac, 2pac, 3pac, 4,
4pac, 3pac, 2pac, 1,
You're pac, he's pac, you're pac, none.
This guy aint a mother-fuckin MC,
I know everything he's got to say against me,
I am white, I am a fuckin bum, I do live in a trailer with my mom,
My boy future is an uncle tom.
I do got a dumb friend named Cheddar Bob who shoots
himself in the leg with his own gun,
I did get jumped by all 6 of you chumps
and Wink did fuck my girl,
I'm still standin here screamin "FUCK THE FREE WORLD!"
And never try and judge me dude
You don't know what the fuck i've been through.
But I know something about you,
You went to Cranbrook, thats a private school,
Whats the matter dawg you embarrased?
This guys a gangster?
His real name's Clearance.
And Clearance lives at home with both parents,
And Clearance's parents have a real good marriage,
this guy dont wanna battle, hes shook,
cuz ain't no such things as halfway crooks,
He's scared to death,
He's scared to look in his fuckin yearbook, fuck Cranbrook.
Fuck the beat I go accapella,
fuck a papa doc, fuck a clock, fuck a trailer, fuck everybody,
fuck y'all if you doubt me,
I'm a piece of fuckin white trash i say it proudly,
and fuck this battle i dont wanna win im audi,
here tell these people something they dont know about me.
Rap Game
[Bizarre]
`The Rap Game`
Hip-hop 1-0-1
The hardest 9 to 5 you will ever have
You can’t learn this shit in no history-book
You ready to rap mothafucker?
You ready to sell your soul… gheh-gheh-gheh
`The Rap Game` ...motherfucker
[Swifty]
I’m a disruptive nigger
You made me crazy
You should a slayed me as a baby
Behavin shadier than Wes Craven
And you aint even gotta pay me
I take pleasure of layin a nigga down daily
You face me drunk of sober
You’ll faint fast
I’m never fucked up to where I can’t whoop your ass
Your neck will get snapped wit bear hands fuck music
Is he rappin is cool but fool don’t confuse it
What happens these dudes get rude and then I lose it
Im scantlas
I blow your two kids off the atlas
With a gat that’s bigger
Then Godzilla’s back nigga
You are not real and in fact
Your fruity effect of a crack dealer
Yall president sends me smack
Den got a mack 10 wit it
So I aint gotta rap
But im thankful for that
dont mistaken me black
Or u be stankin in back of a fuckin caddillac
[Eminem]
I’ma get snuffed
Cause I aint said enough to pipe down
I pipe down when the white house is whipped out
when I see that lil Cheney dyke get snipped out
lights out bitch adios goodnight
now put that in your lil pipe and bite down
think for a minute cause the hype has died down
that I wont go up in the oval office right now
and flip whatever ain’t tied down upside down
I’m all for America, fuck the government
tell that C. Doloris Tucker slut to suck a dick
mutha fucker duck what the fuck son of a bitch
take away my gun and I’m a tuck some other shit
cant tell me shit about the tricks of this trade
switch blade with a lil switch to switch blades
switch from a 6 to a 16 inch blade
shits like a samurai sword a sensei
shit just don’t change to this day
im this way still till I utslay itchbay
ucksay my ickday
scuse my igpay atinlay
but uckfay a igpay
[50 Cent]
this rap game
this rap game
I aint sellin my soul for this rap game
I aint digging a whole for this rap game
but im telling ya no it aint happ-ning
this rap game
this rap game
I aint sellin my soul for this rap game
I aint digging a whole for this rap game
this rap game
this rap game
[Kon Artis]
i bet you rather me
drink n drown in my own eniquity
but fuck that ima rap till u all get sick of me
and clutch my nut sack and spit on who pick on me
im hittin a rock next fuck a dogg who sickin me
im sayin you mutha fuckers dont know and quit playin
if im broke then im brakin open the place where you layin
you know, same shit every nigga done in his life
i lived it thats why i speak on what i want when i write
so why... should i... ever fear another man
if he bleed like i bleed take a piss an he stand
ok, you win... you can say we cant rap
but no source never mean we aint buyin on what they say is wack
[Kuniva]
i walk in the party and just start bustin
right after i hear the last verse of "Self Destruction"
this liquor make me wanna blast the chrome
to let you know that time without more is getting jerome
im low down and shifty, quickly called swifty
to do a drive by on a 10-speed with "50"
you feelin lucky? squeeze
i catch you outside of chucky cheese
well just see, who be an unlucky G
my life style is unstable, a partyin attic
they said no fighting in the club so i brought me a matic
coughin estatic, I jump niggas call me a rabbit
popin a tablet, and guns that saw you in half
[50 cent]
beleive me
we run this rap shit fo shizzie
make makin millions look easy
every where ya turn you see me
you hear me
believe me
for ya see my pistol in 3-D
no time to call a peace treaty
dial 9-1-1 cause u need de
police to help you believe me
[Proof]
i snatch the tounge from the sidewalk and piss on the curb
this is absurb
these street niggas twistin my words
we finally could
say goodbye to hollywood
cause proof an shaun
share nuttin in common
the nastyest band
with gats in each hand
we never bomb down to be a flash and a pan
no remorse
fuck you stature dog
nuttin to do wit hands when i clap at yall
put ya jaw on the ground
wit the 4 and a pound
im goin out of town
for the long come around
so we can battle wit raps
so we can battle wit gats
matter fact we can battle wit plaques
[50 Cent]
this rap game
[Bizarre]
im too fuckin retarded
i dont give a fuck about my dick
thats why im dating Loraina Bobbet
my crew had an argument
who was the largest
now they all is dead
and im rolling as a solo artist
plus i made all the beats and wrote all the raps
well i really didnt
but i did according to this contract
i was stoned in the snow
wit no where to go
freezin 20 below
forced to join Bell Biv DeVoe
my little girl she shouldnt be listening to these lyrics
thats why i glued the headphones to her ear to make sure she hear it
if rap dont work, im starting a group wit garth brooks (hahhaha)
50 sing the hook
[50 Cent]
this rap game
this rap game
I aint sellin my soul for this rap game
I aint digging a whole for this rap game
And im telling ya no it aint happ-ning
this rap game
this rap game
I aint sellin my soul for this rap game
I aint digging a whole for this rap game
this rap game
this rap game
Run Rabbit Run
some days I just wanna up and call it quits
I feel like i'm surrounded by a wall of bricks
everytime I go to get up I just fall in piss
my life's like one great big ball of shit
if I could just put it all in to all I spit
instead I always try to swallow it
instead of staring at this wall and shit
while I sit writers block sick of all this shit
can't call it shit, all I know is i'll hit the wall
if I have to see another one of mom's alcoholic fits
this is it, last straw, that's all, that's it
I ain't dealing with another fucking politic
i'm like a skillet bubblin till it filters up
i'm about to kill it, I can feel it building up
blow this building up, i've concealed enough
my cup run'ith over i've done and filled it up,
the pen explodes and busts, ink spills my guts
you think all I do is stand here and feel my nuts,
well i'm a show you what, you gonna feel my rush
you dont feel it then it must be to real to touch
Bill the dutch, i'm about to tear shit up
goosebumps, yeah i'ma make your hair sit up
yeah sit up, i'm a tell you who I be
i'ma make you hate me cause you aint me
you aint, it aint to late to finally see
what you close minded fucks were to blind to see
whoever find me, is gonna get a finders fee
out this world and aint no one out their mind as me
you need peace of mind, well here's a piece of mine
all I need's a line but sometimes
I dont always find the words to rhyme
to express how i'm really feeling at that time
yeah sometimes, sometimes, sometimes
just sometimes, its always me
how dark can these hallways be
the clock stikes midnight, 1, 2, then half past 3
this half ass rhyme with this half ass piece of paper
i'm desperate at my desk if I could just get the rest
of this shit off my chest, again, stuck in this slump
cant think of nothing, fuck i'm stumped
but wait here comes something
nope, its not good enough, scribble it out
new pad, crinkle it up and throw that shit out
i'm fizzling now thought I had figured it out
ball's in my court but i'm scared to dribble it out
i'm afraid, but why am I afraid, why am I a slave to this trade
sign that i'll spit to the grave, real enough to rile you up
want me to flip it I can rip it any style you want
i'm a switch hitter, bitch, jimmy smith aint a quitter
i'm a sit here till I get enough
for me to finally hit a fucking boiling point
put some oil in your joints
flip the coin bitch come get destroyed
an MC's worst dream I make 'em tense
they hate me, see me and shake like a chain linked fence
by the looks of 'em you would swear jaws was commin'
by the scream of 'em you would swear i'm sawing someone
by the way they running you would swear the law was commin
its now or never and tonight it's all or nothing
momma, jimmy keep leaving on us, he said he'd be back
he pinky promised, I dont think he's honest
I'll be back baby I just gotta beat this clock
fuck this clock, i'ma make 'em eat this watch
dont believe me watch, i'm a win this race
and i'm a come back and rub my shit in your face
bitch, I found my nitch, you gonna hear my voice
till you sick of it you aint gonna have a choice
if I gotta scream till I have half a lung
if I have half a chance I grab it, rabbit run...
Spitshine
I'm a clean this whole shit out like climax,
with words put together better then sony electronics,
king of the jungle, humbly stay honest,
eat with the lions, swim with piranhas,
gasoline the scene, strike the match,
inferno, I'm to thru nigga, so stand back,
I spit shine, get mine and rip rhyme
and make my career take a incline,
I'm strick with knives, straight with razors,
good with grenades and great with gadges, (yeah)
been around the world on a million stages,
watch niggas bitch up and go through changes,
I had guns before thugs was in fashion,
I mashed out before niggas knew mashin,
I knew terror before the plane started crashin,
I got punch lines and niggas aint laughin...
I'm gon’ be here after the smoke die down,
Insomnia style I won't lie down,
fight the good fight don't need no help,
keep your hands up defend yourself,
move like I move and live life long ,
can't move up if your heart's not strong,
get your own shit cause this shit's mine,
every time I spit, I shine
cock-sucker I preach what I practise,
back shit up, wrap this, rap shit up,
still actin up, get found in the trunk of an Acura,
yall suck like jail in dracula,
X turn up the heat, increase the hatred,
straight stone face don't fuck with gay shit,
so i guess that means I cant fuck with you now,
drew down, let off, facate to new town,
you feel like bishop, induced now,
gotta flame thrower that will burn
great holes till you goose down, (yeah)
rough sound, same strong background,
bent on black the big boys playin tips down,
my whole train of thought is the party,
any motherfucker with problems and not get caught,
I was blessed with life but I curse to death,
I'm a spit till my very last breath...
FUCK Y’ALL!
I'm gon’ be here after the smoke die down,
Insomnia style I won't lie down,
fight the good fight don't need no help,
keep your hands up defend yourself,
move like I move and live life long ,
can't move up if your heart's not strong,
get your own shit cause this shit's mine,
every time I spit, I shine
Let me get a three second look, I hit a million dollar target,
You ain't came up yet well nigga' let me show ya, (aaaa)
Come across dope like planes and boats,
Like baloons filled with coke, down a mexican's throat,
you ever seen a man get smoked and shit on himself,
the body shake for a second, then it can't stop a second,
the evidence are the weapon and the people involved,
let one nigga talk, everybody gettin caught, for sure,
I say that, to say this,
if you cant handle the time then ride the beach,
might as well touch your tail and jump the fence,
castrate yourself expose the bitch,
X go head up, the fuck never ran from it,
I got engadged with buck shots that you can't stomach,
You ain't a killer you a album filler,
You ain't a soldier you a rap premoter,
Game over...
I'm gon’ be here after the smoke die down,
Insomnia style I won't lie down,
fight the good fight don't need no help,
keep your hands up defend yourself,
move like I move and live life long ,
can't move up if your hearts not strong,
get your own shit cause this shit's mine,
every time I spit, I shine
Wanksta
It's 50 a.k.a Farrari
F 50
break it down
I got alot of loving to do before i die
And i aint got time to waste
Lets make it
you said you a gansta
But you neva pop nuthin
You said you a wanksta
And you need to stop frontin
You ain'ta friend of mine, (huh)
You ain't a kin of mine, (nah)
What makes you think Ima run up on you wit the nine
We do this all the time
Right now we on the grind
So hurry up and cop and we go selling nicks and dimes
Shorty she so fine
I gotta make her mine
A ass like that gotta be one of a kind
I Crush em' every time
Push em' with every line
I'M fuckin wit they mind
I make em' press rewind
They know they can't shine if i'm around the rhyme
land on paroal since 94 cause I commit the crime
I send you my line, I did it 3 to 9
The D's ran up in my crib
You know who droppin dimes
You said you a gangsta
but you neva pop nothin
You said you a wanksta
and you need to stop frontin
You go to to the dealership
but you neva cop nothin
You been hustling a long time
and you ain't got nothin
You said you a gangsta
but you neva pop nothin
You said you a wanksta
and you need to stop frontin
You go to to the dealership
but you neva cop nothin
You been hustling a long time
and you ain't got nothin
Damn Homie, In highschool you was the man homie
What the fuck happened to you
i got the sickest vendeta when it come to the cheddar
And if you play with my paper, you gonna meet my berreta
Now shorty think Ima sweat her, sippin on a merada
I'm livin once then deta, i know i could do beta
She look good but i know she after my cheddar
She tryna get in my pockets
Homie and i ain't gon' lett her
Be easy, start some bullshit
you get your whole crew wet
We in the club doin the same ol' two step
Gorilla unit cause they say we bugged out
cause we don't go nowhere without toast we thugged out
You said you a gangsta
but you neva pop nothin
You said you a wanksta
and you need to stop frontin
You go to to the dealership
but you neva cop nothin
You been hustling a long time
and you ain't got nothin
You said you a gangsta
but you neva pop nothin
You said you a wanksta
and you need to stop frontin
You go to to the dealership
but you neva cop nothin
You been hustling a long time
and you ain't got nothin
Me I'm no mobster
Me I'm no ganster
Me I'm no hitman, me i'm just me, me
Me I’m no wankster
Me I'm no actor
But It's me you see on your t.v
cause i hustle baby
This rap shit is so easy
I'm getting what you get for a brick to talk greasy
By any means, partner, i got to eat on these streets
If you play me close, for sure I'm gonna pop me heat
Niggas sayin they going murder 50 how
We ridin roung with guns the size of Little Bow Wow
What you know about a.k and a.r's 15
Equipped, with night vision, shell catchers and them things, huh
You said you a gangsta
but you neva pop nothin
You said you a wanksta
and you need to stop frontin
You go to to the dealership
but you neva cop nothin
You been hustling a long time
and you ain't got nothin
You said you a gangsta
but you neva pop nothin
You said you a wanksta
and you need to stop frontin
You go to to the dealership
but you neva cop nothin
You been hustling a long time
and you ain't got nothin
Wasting My Time/Boomkat
I don't think you understand
That what you're doing is not so cool
You think it's funny to mess with my mind
Don't you…
You know I like you so you just tease me
You give me just enough to hang on enough
When you're just wasting my time
You're simply wasting my time
So quit wasting my time
Do you hear me when I say
So let me ask you something
Do you think I'm pretty or don't you
Do you wanna get with me or not and how
Or are you just wasting my time
You're simply wasting my time
So quit wasting my time
And what would you've got to say
Well things have got to change
See this just isn't right
I don't wanna have to fight
And I think I'd better go
Cause this ain't working out any more
and I'm sorry, sorry, sorry
Understand
That what you did
Was just not so cool
Baby, you're just not that cool
Wasting My Time
I don't think you understand
That what you're doing is not so cool
You think it's funny to mess with my mind
Don't you...
You know I like you so you just tease me
You give me just enough to hang on enough
When you're just wasting my time
You're simply wasting my time
So quit wasting my time
Do you hear me when I say
So let me ask you something
Do you think I'm pretty or don't you
Do you wanna get with me or not and now...
Are you just wasting my time
You're simply wasting my time
So quit wasting my time
And what have you got to say
Well things have got to change
See this just isn't right
I don't wanna have to fight
And I think I'd better go
Cause this ain't working out any more
and I'm sorry, sorry, sorry
(oh, oh, ohhhh)
Understand
That what you did
Was just not so cool
Baby, you're just not that cool