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I walk a lonely road

sad The only one that I have ever known Don't know where it goes But it's home to me and I walk alone I walk this empty street On the Boulevard of broken dreams Where the city sleeps And I'm the only one and I walk alone I walk alone I walk alone I walk alone I walk a- My shadow's the only one that walks beside me My shallow hearts the only thing that's beating Sometimes I wish someone out there would find me 'Til then I walk alone : Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ahhh-Ah Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ah-Ah I'm walking down the line That divides me somewhere in my mind On the border line of the edge And where I walk alone Read between the lines of what's Fucked up and everything's all right Check my vital signs to know I'm still alive And I walk alone I walk alone I walk alone I walk alone I walk a- My shadow's the only one that walks beside me My shallow hearts the only thing that's beating Sometimes I wish someone out there would find me 'Til then I'll walk alone.... Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ahhh-Ah Ah-Ah Ah-Ah I walk alone I walk a- I walk this empty street On the Boulevard of broken dreams Where the city sleeps And I'm the only one and I walk a.. My shadows the only one that walks beside me My shallow hearts the only thing that's beating Sometimes I wish someone out there would find me 'Til then I'll walk alone[/FONT][/FONT][/FONT][/FONT][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT][/FONT]

Remember me?

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Remember me? ("Seven executions")
Remember me? ("I have no remorse")
Remember me? ("I'm 'High Powered'")
Remember me? ("I drop bombs like Hiroshima")
For this one it's the X, you retarded?
'Cause I grab the mic and get down, like syndrome
Hide and roam into the masses, without boundaries
Which qualifies me for the term "universal"
Without no rehearsal, I leak words that's controversial
Like I'm not the one you wanna contest, see
'Cause I'll hit yo' ass like the train did that bitch
That got "Banned From TV" - heavyweight hitter
Hit you, watch your whole head split up
Loco-is-the-motion, we comin' through
Hollow tips is the lead the .45 threw
Remember me? ("Throw ya gunz in the air!")
Remember me? ("Slam! Slam!")
Remember me? ("Nigga 'Bacdafucup'")
Remember me? ("Chka-chka-Onyx!")
Niggaz that take no for an answer, get told no
Yeah I been told no/ but it was more like, "No, no, NO!!!"
Life a bitch; met her? Fuck you if you let her
Better come better than better to be a competitor
This vet is ahead of,
The shit is all redder, you deader and deader
A medic instead-a the cheddars and credda
Settle vendetta one metal beretta from ghetto to ghetto
Evidence? Nope! Never leave a shred-of
I got the soul of every rapper in me, love me or hate me
My moms got raped by the industry and made me
I'm the illest nigga ever, I told you
I get more pussy than them dyke bitches Total
Want beef, nigga? PBBBT! You better dead that shit
My name should be "Can't-Believe-That-Nigga-Said-Dat-Shit"
Probably sayin’, "He ain't a killer", but I'm killin' myself
Smoke death, fuck bitches raw on the kitchen floor
So think what i'm-a do to you, have done to you
Got niggaz in my hood who'd do that shit for a blunt or two
What you wanna do, cocksuckers? We glock-busters
Till the cops cuff us, we'll start ruckus and drop blockbusters
'Round the clock hustlers, you cannot touch us!
I'm gettin wires, niggaz wantin' me dead, wantin' my head
You think it could be somethin' I said?
Remember me? ("I just don't give a fuck!")
Remember me? ("Yeah, fuck you too!")
Remember me? ("I'm low down and I'm shifty!")
Remember me? ("I'm Shady!")
When I go out, i'm-a go out shootin'
I don't mean when I die, I mean when I go out to da club, stupid
I'm tryin’ to clear up my fuckin' image,
So I promised the fuckin' critics
I wouldn't say "fuckin" for six minutes
(Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)
My baby's mom, bitch made me an angry blonde
So I made me a song, killed her and put Hailie on
I may be wrong, I keep thinkin' these crazy thoughts
In my cranium, but I'm stuck with a crazy mom
("Is she really on as much dope as you say she's on?")
Came home and somebody musta broke in the back window
And stole t
wo loaded machine guns and both of my trench coats
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?
Fuck that! PBBT! You faggots can vanish to volcanic ash
And reappear in hell with a can of gas, and a match
Aftermath, Dre, grab the gat, show 'em where it's at!
(What the fuck you starin' at, nigga?)
Don't you remember me?
Remember me?
Remember me?
Remember me!
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