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| White America (prelude) America! We love you! How many people are proud to be citizens of this beautiful country of ours? The strips and the stars for the rights that men have died for to protect/ the Women and men who have broke their necks for the freedom of speech the United States government has sworn to uphold. (Yo i want everybody to listen to the words of this song) or so we're told. I never would've dreamed in a million years i'd see so many motherfuckin people who feel like me/ who share the same views and the same exact beliefs, its like a fuckin army marchin in back for me/ so many lives I touch, so much anger aimed in no particular direction, just sprays and sprays and stright through your radio waves it plays adn plays, till it staysstuck in your head for days and days/ who woulda thought, standing in this mirror bleachin my hair with some peroxide, reachin for a t-shirt to wear/ that I would catapult to the forefront of rap like this? How could I predict my words would have an impact like this/ I must've struck a chord, with somebody up in the office, cuz congress keeps tellin me I aint causin nuthen but problems/ and now they're sayin im in trouble with the government, im lovin it, i shoveled shit all my life/ and now im dumpin it on.. Chorus X2 White America! I could be one of your kids White America! little eric looks just like me White America Erica loves my shirt I go to TRL, look how many hug i get Look at these eyes, baby blue baby just like yourself, if they were brown shady lose, shady sits on the shelf/ but shadys cute, shady knew shadys dimples would help, make ladies swoon baby, ohh baby! Look at my sales/ lets do the math, if i was black i would've sold half, I aint have to graduate from Lincoln High School to know that/ but i could rap so fuck school im too cool to go back, gimme the mic show me where the fuckin studios at/ When i was underground, no one gave a fuck i was white, no labels wanted to sign me almost gave up, i was like/ Fuck it, until i met Dre, the only one to look past gave me a chance and i lit a fire up his ass/ helped him get back to the top, every fan black that i got was probally his in exchange for every white fan that hes got/ Like damn, we just swapped. sittin back lookin at shit, wow im like my skin is it starting to work to my benifit now? ChorusX2 See the problem is i speak to suburban kids who otherwise would of never knew these words exist/ whose moms probally woulda never gave two squirts of piss till i created so much motherfuckin turbalence/ straight out the tube, right in to your living room i came, and the kids flipped when they knew i was produced by Dre/ thats all it took and they were instantly hooked right in and they connected with me too because i looked like them/ thats why they put my lyrics up under this microscope searchin with a fine tooth comb, its like this rope/ waitin to choke, tightening around my throat watching me while i write this, like i dont like this/ All i hear is lyrics, lyrics constant controversy, sponsors working round the clock to try to stop my concerts early/ surely hip hop was never a problem in harlem only in boston, after it bothered the fathers of daughters starting to blossom/ so now im catchin the flack from these activists when they raggin actin like im the first rapper to smack a bitch or say faggot/ Shit just look at me like im your closest pal, the posterchild the motherfuckin spokesman now.. chorusX2 So to the parents of America/ I am the derringer aimed at little Erica, to attack her character/ The ringleader of this circus of worrthless pawns/ sent to lead the march right up to the steps of congress/ and piss on the lawns of the white house and replace it with a parental Advisory sticker/ to spit liquor in the faces of this democracy of hypocrisy/ Fuck you Ms. Cheney! Fuck you Tipper Gore! Fuck you with the freest of speech this divided states of embarassment will allow me to have, Fuck you! Im just playin America you know i love you. |
| Without Me Intro Obie Tricie/Name no gimmicks 2 trailer park girls go round the outside/ round the outside, round the outside (repeat) Guess whos back, back again/ Shadys back tell a friend/ guess whos back guess whos back guess whos back/ guess whos back Verse 1 I ve created a monster cuz nobody wants to/ see marshall no more they want shady im chopped liver/ well if you want shady this is what ill give ya/ a little bit of weed mixed with some hard liqour/ some vodka thatll jumpstart my heart quicker then a shock when i get shocked at the hospital by the Dr. when im not co-operating/ when im rocking the table while hes operating/ you waited this long now stop debating cuz im back im on the rag and ovaluting/ i know that you got a job Ms. cheney but your husbands heart problems complicating/ so the FCC wont let me be or let me be so let me see/ they tried to shut me down on MTV but it feels so empty without me/ so come on and dip, bum on your lips fuck that cum on your lips and some on your tits and get ready cuz this shits about to get heavy/ I just settled all my lawsuits FUCK YOU DEBBIE! ChorusX2 Now this looks like a job for me so everybody just follow me/ cuz we need a little controversy cuz it feels so empty without me Little hellions kids feeling rebellious/ embarrassed their parents still listen to Elvis/ they start feeling the prisoners helpless til someone comes along on a mission and yells "bitch"/ A visionary, vision is scary could start a revolution pollution the air waves a rebel/ so let me just revel an bask in the fact that i got everybody kissing my ass/ and its a disaster such a catastrophe for you too see so damn much of my ass you ask for me?/ well im back fix your bent antennae tune it in and then im gonna/ enter in and up under your skin like a splinter/ the center of attention back for the winter/ im interesting the best thing since wrestling/ infesting in your kids ears and nesting/ testing "Attension Please" feel the tension soon as someone mentions me/ heres my 10 cents 2 cents is free/ A nuisance who sent, you sent for me? ChorusX2 A tisk-it a task it, i'll go tit for tat with anybody whos talking this shit that shit. Chris Kirkpatrick you can get your ass kicked/ worse then them little Limp Bizkit bastards and Moby/ you can get stomped by obie you 36 year old bald headed fag blow me/ You dont know me your too old let go its over, nobody listens to techno/ Now lets go, give me the signal i'll be there with a whole list full of new insults/ i've been dope, suspenceful with a pencil ever since Prince turned himself into a symbol/ But sometimes the shit just seems, everybody only wants to discuss me/ so this must mean im disgusting, but its just me im just obscene/ though im not the first king at controversy/ i am the worse thing since Elvis Presley, to do black music so selfishly/ and use it to get myself so wealthy/ theres a concept that works/ 20 million other rappers emerge/ but no matter how many fish in the sea it'd be so empty without me ChrousX2 |
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