Sunday, September 11, 2011
I can hear your heartbeat, your scared.  Psycho

Come here, slut

(Shady, wait a minute, that’s my girl dogg)

I don’t give a fuck, God sent me to piss the world off

My Name Is
I’m not a wrestler guy I’ll knock you out if you talk about me
Come and see me on the streets alone, if you assholes doubt me
And if you wanna run your mouth then come take your best shot at me
Marshall Mathers
A bunch of little kids wanna swear just like me
And run around screamin’, “I don’t care, just bite me!
Marshall Mathers
You jealous little fucks beg for my attention
But I done tell you once I’m not the kink of attention you want
If I tell you twice then I won’t be so nice
If you keep coming back that only means you know you lost the fight
Jimmy Crack Corn
I can be so quite and strike so fast
Like lightening bolts right out the sky go blast
Jimmy Crack Corn
I give a fuck if I don’t like your stare
This bottle of wine goes upside your head
A little bit pyscho but I know that
Think you just don’t say it and I won’t say it
Jimmy Crack Corn
Friday, September 9, 2011

reblog if

Everytime you listen to GOING THROUGH CHANGES with a sad mood

and deep inside you wanna cry

I sit alone in my home theatre watching the same damn DVD of the first tour, the last tour
He was still alive and it hurt sore, fast forward
Sleepin’ pills’ll make me feel alright
And if I’m still awake in the middle of the night, I just take a couple more
Yeah you motherfuckin’ right
I ain’t slowin’ down for no one, I’m almost homeward bound
Going Through Changes