Came home, and somebody musta broke in the back window
and stole two loaded machine guns and both of my trenchcoats
Sick sick dreams of picnic scenes, two kids, sixteen
with M-16's and ten clips each
And them shits reach through six kids each
And Slim gets blamed in Bill Clint's speech to fix these streets?
That's what GOOD Eminem lyrics are. Not even the best. Just really good.
Whatever that horse shit we just heard was, it was no where even close to good.
I know, Em has sucked for a while now, so it might be hard to remember. REMEMBER ME