Eminem] You know I just don't get it Last year I was nobody This year I'm sellin records Now everybody wants to come around like I owe em somethin Heh, the fuck you want from me, ten million dollars? Get the fuck out of here [Chorus One: Eminem] You see I'm, just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers) I'm just a regular guy, I don't know why all the fuss about me (fuss about me) Nobody ever gave a fuck before, all they did was doubt me (did was doubt me) Now everybody wanna run they mouth and try to take shots at me (take shots at me) [Eminem] Yo, you might see me joggin, you might see me walkin You might see me walkin a dead rottweiler dog with it's head chopped off in the park with a spiked collar hollerin at him cause the son of a bitch won't quit barkin (grrrr, ARF ARF) Or leanin out a window, with a cocked shotgun Drivin up the block in the car that they shot 'Pac in Lookin for Big's killers, dressed in ridiculous blue and red like I don't see what the big deal is Double barrel twelve gauge bigger than Chris Wallace Pissed off, cause Biggie and 'Pac just missed all this Watchin all these cheap imitations get rich off 'em and get dollars that shoulda been there's like they switched wallets And amidst all this Crist' poppin and wristwatches I just sit back and just watch and just get nauseous and walk around with an empty bottle of Remi Martin startin shit like some 26-year-old skinny Cartman ("God damnit!") I'm anti-Backstreet and Ricky Martin with instincts to kill N'Sync, don't get me started These fuckin brats can't sing and Britney's garbage What's this bitch retarded? Gimme back my sixteen dollars All I see is sissies in magazines smiling Whatever happened to whylin out and bein violent? Whatever happened to catchin a good-ol' fashioned passionate ass-whoopin and gettin your shoes coat and your hat tooken? New Kids on the Block, sucked a lot of dick Boy/girl groups make me sick And I can't wait 'til I catch all you faggots in public I'ma love it.. (hahaha) Vanilla Ice don't like me (uh-uh) Said some shit in Vibe to spite me (yup) Then went and dyed his hair just like me (hehe) A bunch of little kids wanna swear just like me and run around screamin, "I don't care, just bite me" (nah nah) I think I was put here to annoy the world and destroy your little 4-year-old boy or girl Plus I was put here to put fear in faggots who spray Faygo Root Beer and call themselves "Clowns" cause they look queer Faggot2Dope and Silent Gay Claimin Detroit, when y'all live twenty miles away (fuckin punks) And I don't wrestle, I'll knock you fuckin faggots the fuck out Ask 'em about the club they was at when they snuck out after they ducked out the back when they saw us and bugged out (AHHH!) Ducked down and got paintballs shot at they truck, blaow! Look at y'all runnin your mouth again when you ain't seen a fuckin Mile Road, South of 10 And I don't need help, from D-12, to beat up two females in make-up, who may try to scratch me with Lee Nails "Slim Anus," you damn right, Slim Anus I don't get fucked in mine like you two little flaming faggots! [Chorus Two: Eminem] Cause I'm, just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers) I'm not a wrestler guy, I'll knock you out if you talk about me (you talk about me) Come and see me on the streets alone if you assholes doubt me (assholes doubt me) And if you wanna run your mouth then come take your best shot at me (your best shot at me) [Eminem] Is it because you love me that y'all expect so much of me? You little groupie bitch, get off me, go fuck Puffy Now because of this blonde mop that's on top and this fucked up head that I've got, I've gone pop? The underground just spunned around and did a 360 Now these kids diss me and act like some big sissies "Oh, he just did some shit with Missy, so now he thinks he's too big to do some shit with MC Get-Bizzy" My fuckin bitch mom's suin for ten million She must want a dollar for every pill I've been stealin Shit, where the fuck you think I picked up the habit? All I had to do was go in her room and lift up her mattress Which is it bitch, Mrs. Briggs or Ms. Mathers? It doesn't matter your [attorney Fred Gibson's a] faggot! Talkin about I fabricated my past He's just aggravated I won't ejaculate in his ass (Uhh!) So tell me, what the hell is a fella to do? For every million I make, another relative sues Family fightin and fussin over who wants to invite me to supper All the sudden, I got 90 some cousins (Hey it's me!) A half-brother and sister who never seen me or even bothered to call me until they saw me on TV Now everybody's so happy and proud I'm finally allowed to step foot in my girlfriend's house Hey-hey! And then to top it off, I walked to the newsstand to buy this cheap-ass little magazine with a food stamp Skipped to the last page, flipped right fast and what do I see? A picture of my big white ass Okay, let me give you motherfuckers some help: uhh, here - DOUBLE XL, DOUBLE XL Now your magazine shouldn't have so much trouble to sell Ahh fuck it, I'll even buy a couple myself [Chorus One (2X)]
I see from your profile picture that you use Audacity, and judging by the microphone, I'm sure your a vocalist of some sort. If you do rap music, then I recommend these settings for your vocals. Normalization, Compressor, Equalization: 100Hz Rumble, Equalization: Bass Boost, Equalization: Treble Boost, and you can mess around with the reverb or not put any at all, it depends on your preference and how you like your vocals, and an optional step is to put the SPITFISH Plugin on the vocals if you have the plugin, and then put Limiter: Limit to (dB) = -50 - Hard Limit, and then High Pass Filter at 260 Frequency and 6 dB Rolloff and enjoy the results.
Chorus: You see I'm, just Ashton Myers I'm just a regular guy, I don't know why all these people @ me Nobody ever gave a shit before, all they did was shout at me Now everybody wanna take the piss, oh wait, nothing has happened Verse 1: You might see me jogging, might see me walking Might see me walking a dead rotwiler dog with It's head nearly chopped off like it's nearly headless nick Ring the bell that's nearly cut off, that's my nearly headless dick Hi, I'm Micheal Jones I like fighting hoes on the cycle road And, I feel quite controlled When this guy says and I quote "People who think they're hard are just actors" I'm mad at this cause I am hard And I'll spark this man out cause He's a little freak, Ashton, are you dumb I don't know your just having fun, maybe I'm the dumb one Maybe I'm the one that's insecurity driven Even I'm safe and I'm in good security with em And, maybe your right, Mike Invite me to your next fight night Cause I'll meat you on the cycle path Take you to an asylum, register you as a psychopath
At 5:00 all of can imagine is the time proof danced off stage to the guitar part.... I forget which tour it was , but man I just thought that was a cool moment
You know I just don't get it Last year I was nobody This year I'm selling records Now everybody wants to come around like I owe em something Heh, the fuck you want from me, ten million dollars? Get the fuck out of here You see I'm, just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers) I'm just a regular guy, I don't know why all the fuss about me (fuss about me) Nobody ever gave a fuck before, All they did was doubt me (did was doubt me) Now everybody wanna run their mouth And try to take shots at me (take shots at me) Yo, you might see me jogging, you might see me walking You might see me walking a dead rottweiler dog With its head chopped off in the park with a spiked collar Hollering at him 'cause the son of a bitch won't quit barking (grrrr, ARF ARF) Or leaning out a window, with a cocked shotgun Driving up the block in the car that they shot 'Pac in Looking for Big's killers, dressing ridiculous Blue and red like I don't see what the big deal is Double barrel twelve gauge bigger than Chris Wallace Pissed off, 'cause Biggie and 'Pac just missed all this Watching all these cheap imitations get rich off 'em And get dollars that shoulda been theirs like they switched wallets And amidst all this Crist' popping and wrist watches I just sit back and just watch and just get nauseous And walk around with an empty bottle of Remy Martin Starting shit like some 26-year-old skinny Cartman ("God damnit!") I'm anti-Backstreet and Ricky Martin Whose instinct's to kill N'Sync, don't get me started These fuckin' brats can't sing and Britney's garbage What's this bitch retarded? Gimme back my sixteen dollars All I see is sissies in magazines smiling Whatever happened to wiling out and being violent? Whatever happened to catching a good old-fashioned Passionate ass-whooping and getting your shoes coat and your hat tooken? New Kids on the Block, sucked a lot of dick Boy/girl groups make me sick And I can't wait 'til I catch all you faggots in public I'ma love it.. (hahaha) Vanilla Ice don't like me (uh-uh) Said some shit in Vibe to spite me (yup) Then went and dyed his hair just like me (hehe) A bunch of little kids wanna swear just like me And run around screaming, "I don't care, just bite me" (nah nah) I think I was put here to annoy the world And destroy your little 4-year-old boy or girl Plus I was put here to put fear in faggots who spray Faygo Root Beer And call themselves "Clowns" 'cause they look queer Faggy 2 Dope and Silent Gay Claiming Detroit, when y'all live twenty miles away (fuckin punks) And I don't wrestle, I'll knock you fuckin faggots the fuck out Ask 'em about the club they was at when they snuck out After they ducked out the back when they saw us and bugged out (AHHH!) Ducked down and got paintballs shot at they truck, blaow! Look at y'all running your mouth again When you ain't seen a fuckin Mile Road, South of 10 And I don't need help, from D12, to beat up two females In make-up, who may try to scratch me with Lee Nails "Slim Anus," you damn right, Slim Anus I don't get fucked in mine like you two little flaming faggots! 'Cause I'm just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers) I'm not a wrestler guy, I'll knock you out if you talk about me (you talk about me) Come and see me on the streets alone If you assholes doubt me (assholes doubt me) And if you wanna run your mouth Then come take your best shot at me (your best shot at me) Is it because you love me that y'all expect so much of me? You little groupie bitch, get off me, go fuck Puffy Now because of this blonde mop that's on top Of this fucked up head that I've got, I've gone pop? The underground just spunned around and did a 360 Now these kids diss me and act like some big sissies "Oh, he just did some shit with Missy, So now he thinks he's too big to do some shit with MC Get-Bizzy" My fuckin bitch mom's suing for ten million She must want a dollar for every pill I've been stealing Shit, where the fuck you think I picked up the habit? All I had to do was go in her room and lift u
Hmm I just lay....... My bed I thinking heavy shit in my head Ain't enough keep those clear out of my beard. My hands seen as blood Ain't I alive by flood I can't watch those rats died by trap o just shots those triple of them Pretty nasty but u think about it u ain't good enough off cuz kill somebody There will never leaving ur head by samebody Play okay play rather be stay where I at Rivet...... So I gotta load up and clip and click ya mf need leave me alone .... No no.... No. No My bad I play that song keep shit long time but matter fact it's is none wrong oh man... I think I stay tight Pray night Woke bright Thank another day Another pay Other words I spoke words say. Kill murder my mf flow that my type freestyle Living my life that lifestyle I mindful to ur though as same community I rather help you but don't cared I knew it's is hard and might for u is easy I play my game because I knew mf path where u got to pick choices like valley of decision yes words from kino watch out who u thick ur mind by itself oh right it is true words -Richo Lyice
Been wearing the same shorts for weeks God damn it they reek smelling like a dead corpse wrapped in sheets I Feel like an addict or something My parents told me I would never amount to nothing In school I was put in class with the kids that drooled my teachers were the ones that just got fooled Straight As with a finger my ass dont ask My momma was the one who fucked up my past Here I am 28 a recovering addict hooked on subs cant live life without it my 3 yr old daughter keeps telling me u need a hair cut daddy Thank you sweetie but daddy has no money That's one of the reasons why daddy's no longer with mommy I'm just a guy who dont drive with no life no drive no wife Sometimes I feel like tasting the end of this knife
Been wearing the same shorts for weeks God damn it they reek smelling like a dead corpse wrapped in sheets I Feel like an addict or something My parents told me I would never amount to nothing In school I was put in class with the kids that drooled my teachers were the ones that just got fooled Straight As with a finger my ass dont ask My momma was the one who fucked up my past Here I am 28 a recovering addict hooked on subs cant live life without it my 3 yr old daughter keeps telling me u need a hair cut daddy Thank you sweetie but daddy has no money That's one of the reasons why daddy's no longer with mommy I'm just a guy who dont drive with no life no drive no wife Sometimes I feel like tasting the end of this knife
Eminem]
You know I just don't get it
Last year I was nobody
This year I'm sellin records
Now everybody wants to come around like I owe em somethin
Heh, the fuck you want from me, ten million dollars?
Get the fuck out of here
[Chorus One: Eminem]
You see I'm, just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm just a regular guy,
I don't know why all the fuss about me (fuss about me)
Nobody ever gave a fuck before,
all they did was doubt me (did was doubt me)
Now everybody wanna run they mouth
and try to take shots at me (take shots at me)
[Eminem]
Yo, you might see me joggin, you might see me walkin
You might see me walkin a dead rottweiler dog
with it's head chopped off in the park with a spiked collar
hollerin at him cause the son of a bitch won't quit barkin
(grrrr, ARF ARF) Or leanin out a window, with a cocked shotgun
Drivin up the block in the car that they shot 'Pac in
Lookin for Big's killers, dressed in ridiculous
blue and red like I don't see what the big deal is
Double barrel twelve gauge bigger than Chris Wallace
Pissed off, cause Biggie and 'Pac just missed all this
Watchin all these cheap imitations get rich off 'em
and get dollars that shoulda been there's like they switched wallets
And amidst all this Crist' poppin and wristwatches
I just sit back and just watch and just get nauseous
and walk around with an empty bottle of Remi Martin
startin shit like some 26-year-old skinny Cartman ("God damnit!")
I'm anti-Backstreet and Ricky Martin
with instincts to kill N'Sync, don't get me started
These fuckin brats can't sing and Britney's garbage
What's this bitch retarded? Gimme back my sixteen dollars
All I see is sissies in magazines smiling
Whatever happened to whylin out and bein violent?
Whatever happened to catchin a good-ol' fashioned
passionate ass-whoopin and gettin your shoes coat and your hat tooken?
New Kids on the Block, sucked a lot of dick
Boy/girl groups make me sick
And I can't wait 'til I catch all you faggots in public
I'ma love it.. (hahaha)
Vanilla Ice don't like me (uh-uh)
Said some shit in Vibe to spite me (yup)
Then went and dyed his hair just like me (hehe)
A bunch of little kids wanna swear just like me
and run around screamin, "I don't care, just bite me" (nah nah)
I think I was put here to annoy the world
and destroy your little 4-year-old boy or girl
Plus I was put here to put fear in faggots who spray Faygo Root Beer
and call themselves "Clowns" cause they look queer
Faggot2Dope and Silent Gay
Claimin Detroit, when y'all live twenty miles away (fuckin punks)
And I don't wrestle, I'll knock you fuckin faggots the fuck out
Ask 'em about the club they was at when they snuck out
after they ducked out the back when they saw us and bugged out
(AHHH!) Ducked down and got paintballs shot at they truck, blaow!
Look at y'all runnin your mouth again
when you ain't seen a fuckin Mile Road, South of 10
And I don't need help, from D-12, to beat up two females
in make-up, who may try to scratch me with Lee Nails
"Slim Anus," you damn right, Slim Anus
I don't get fucked in mine like you two little flaming faggots!
[Chorus Two: Eminem]
Cause I'm, just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm not a wrestler guy,
I'll knock you out if you talk about me (you talk about me)
Come and see me on the streets alone
if you assholes doubt me (assholes doubt me)
And if you wanna run your mouth
then come take your best shot at me (your best shot at me)
[Eminem]
Is it because you love me that y'all expect so much of me?
You little groupie bitch, get off me, go fuck Puffy
Now because of this blonde mop that's on top
and this fucked up head that I've got, I've gone pop?
The underground just spunned around and did a 360
Now these kids diss me and act like some big sissies
"Oh, he just did some shit with Missy,
so now he thinks he's too big to do some shit with MC Get-Bizzy"
My fuckin bitch mom's suin for ten million
She must want a dollar for every pill I've been stealin
Shit, where the fuck you think I picked up the habit?
All I had to do was go in her room and lift up her mattress
Which is it bitch, Mrs. Briggs or Ms. Mathers?
It doesn't matter your [attorney Fred Gibson's a] faggot!
Talkin about I fabricated my past
He's just aggravated I won't ejaculate in his ass (Uhh!)
So tell me, what the hell is a fella to do?
For every million I make, another relative sues
Family fightin and fussin over who wants to invite me to supper
All the sudden, I got 90 some cousins (Hey it's me!)
A half-brother and sister who never seen me
or even bothered to call me until they saw me on TV
Now everybody's so happy and proud
I'm finally allowed to step foot in my girlfriend's house
Hey-hey! And then to top it off, I walked to the newsstand
to buy this cheap-ass little magazine with a food stamp
Skipped to the last page, flipped right fast
and what do I see? A picture of my big white ass
Okay, let me give you motherfuckers some help:
uhh, here - DOUBLE XL, DOUBLE XL
Now your magazine shouldn't have so much trouble to sell
Ahh fuck it, I'll even buy a couple myself
[Chorus One (2X)]
I see from your profile picture that you use Audacity, and judging by the microphone, I'm sure your a vocalist of some sort. If you do rap music, then I recommend these settings for your vocals. Normalization, Compressor, Equalization: 100Hz Rumble, Equalization: Bass Boost, Equalization: Treble Boost, and you can mess around with the reverb or not put any at all, it depends on your preference and how you like your vocals, and an optional step is to put the SPITFISH Plugin on the vocals if you have the plugin, and then put Limiter: Limit to (dB) = -50 - Hard Limit, and then High Pass Filter at 260 Frequency and 6 dB Rolloff and enjoy the results.
@@d17-m9e will it work for me? I'm a rapper.
Damn dude thanks for the SICK chop here. Been rapping on this joint all night! Cheers
@@braedenmackenzie805 IKR
The only version on UA-cam with the guitar solo at the end. That's my fav part of the beat. Idk why that was never included within the beat.
one of the hardest instrumentals to find
Hey are you still alive
One of the hardest instrumentals too
Nah there’s definitely harder ones. Some songs by mac miller has unreachable instrumentals. Like statik selektahs 21 & over
Chorus:
You see I'm, just Ashton Myers
I'm just a regular guy, I don't know why all these people @ me
Nobody ever gave a shit before, all they did was shout at me
Now everybody wanna take the piss, oh wait, nothing has happened
Verse 1:
You might see me jogging, might see me walking
Might see me walking a dead rotwiler dog with
It's head nearly chopped off like it's nearly headless nick
Ring the bell that's nearly cut off, that's my nearly headless dick
Hi, I'm Micheal Jones
I like fighting hoes on the cycle road
And, I feel quite controlled
When this guy says and I quote
"People who think they're hard are just actors"
I'm mad at this cause I am hard
And I'll spark this man out cause
He's a little freak, Ashton, are you dumb
I don't know your just having fun, maybe I'm the dumb one
Maybe I'm the one that's insecurity driven
Even I'm safe and I'm in good security with em
And, maybe your right, Mike
Invite me to your next fight night
Cause I'll meat you on the cycle path
Take you to an asylum, register you as a psychopath
At 5:00 all of can imagine is the time proof danced off stage to the guitar part.... I forget which tour it was , but man I just thought that was a cool moment
ua-cam.com/video/YPGwYbHwfA4/v-deo.html
That's the video, and yeah, is very cool
Proof did that at the Up In Smokes Tour.
Up in smoke tour! The dance off was epic
Thanks bro for your time and effort in recreating
It's cool to add Eminem's other acapellas to this beat
my favorite em instrumental ❣brilliantly done 💛
Damn bro, amazing work!
Master fuckin' piece.
awesome love it!
thx
Great job! 👍🔥
Beautiful
2020: There must to be someweird autone and some nonense lyrics in it
2000: really ?
This is beatiful,i love it😍♥️
This is such a great instrumental do you mind if I use it in a remix of the song
Thanks bro.
#JamesHowardBeats
Hi,
Can i use this for non - profit song?
so hard !!
You know I just don't get it
Last year I was nobody
This year I'm selling records
Now everybody wants to come around like I owe em something
Heh, the fuck you want from me, ten million dollars?
Get the fuck out of here
You see I'm, just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm just a regular guy,
I don't know why all the fuss about me (fuss about me)
Nobody ever gave a fuck before,
All they did was doubt me (did was doubt me)
Now everybody wanna run their mouth
And try to take shots at me (take shots at me)
Yo, you might see me jogging, you might see me walking
You might see me walking a dead rottweiler dog
With its head chopped off in the park with a spiked collar
Hollering at him 'cause the son of a bitch won't quit barking
(grrrr, ARF ARF) Or leaning out a window, with a cocked shotgun
Driving up the block in the car that they shot 'Pac in
Looking for Big's killers, dressing ridiculous
Blue and red like I don't see what the big deal is
Double barrel twelve gauge bigger than Chris Wallace
Pissed off, 'cause Biggie and 'Pac just missed all this
Watching all these cheap imitations get rich off 'em
And get dollars that shoulda been theirs like they switched wallets
And amidst all this Crist' popping and wrist watches
I just sit back and just watch and just get nauseous
And walk around with an empty bottle of Remy Martin
Starting shit like some 26-year-old skinny Cartman ("God damnit!")
I'm anti-Backstreet and Ricky Martin
Whose instinct's to kill N'Sync, don't get me started
These fuckin' brats can't sing and Britney's garbage
What's this bitch retarded? Gimme back my sixteen dollars
All I see is sissies in magazines smiling
Whatever happened to wiling out and being violent?
Whatever happened to catching a good old-fashioned
Passionate ass-whooping and getting your shoes coat and your hat tooken?
New Kids on the Block, sucked a lot of dick
Boy/girl groups make me sick
And I can't wait 'til I catch all you faggots in public
I'ma love it.. (hahaha)
Vanilla Ice don't like me (uh-uh)
Said some shit in Vibe to spite me (yup)
Then went and dyed his hair just like me (hehe)
A bunch of little kids wanna swear just like me
And run around screaming, "I don't care, just bite me" (nah nah)
I think I was put here to annoy the world
And destroy your little 4-year-old boy or girl
Plus I was put here to put fear in faggots who spray Faygo Root Beer
And call themselves "Clowns" 'cause they look queer
Faggy 2 Dope and Silent Gay
Claiming Detroit, when y'all live twenty miles away (fuckin punks)
And I don't wrestle, I'll knock you fuckin faggots the fuck out
Ask 'em about the club they was at when they snuck out
After they ducked out the back when they saw us and bugged out
(AHHH!) Ducked down and got paintballs shot at they truck, blaow!
Look at y'all running your mouth again
When you ain't seen a fuckin Mile Road, South of 10
And I don't need help, from D12, to beat up two females
In make-up, who may try to scratch me with Lee Nails
"Slim Anus," you damn right, Slim Anus
I don't get fucked in mine like you two little flaming faggots!
'Cause I'm just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm not a wrestler guy,
I'll knock you out if you talk about me (you talk about me)
Come and see me on the streets alone
If you assholes doubt me (assholes doubt me)
And if you wanna run your mouth
Then come take your best shot at me (your best shot at me)
Is it because you love me that y'all expect so much of me?
You little groupie bitch, get off me, go fuck Puffy
Now because of this blonde mop that's on top
Of this fucked up head that I've got, I've gone pop?
The underground just spunned around and did a 360
Now these kids diss me and act like some big sissies
"Oh, he just did some shit with Missy,
So now he thinks he's too big to do some shit with MC Get-Bizzy"
My fuckin bitch mom's suing for ten million
She must want a dollar for every pill I've been stealing
Shit, where the fuck you think I picked up the habit?
All I had to do was go in her room and lift u
Hmm I just lay....... My bed
I thinking heavy shit in my head
Ain't enough keep those clear out of my beard.
My hands seen as blood
Ain't I alive by flood
I can't watch those rats died by trap o just shots those triple of them
Pretty nasty but u think about it u ain't good enough off cuz kill somebody
There will never leaving ur head by samebody
Play okay play rather be stay where I at Rivet......
So I gotta load up and clip and click ya mf need leave me alone .... No no.... No. No
My bad I play that song keep shit long time but matter fact it's is none wrong oh man...
I think I stay tight
Pray night
Woke bright
Thank another day
Another pay
Other words I spoke words say.
Kill murder my mf flow that my type freestyle
Living my life that lifestyle
I mindful to ur though as same community I rather help you but don't cared I knew it's is hard and might for u is easy I play my game because I knew mf path where u got to pick choices like valley of decision yes words from kino watch out who u thick ur mind by itself oh right it is true words
-Richo Lyice
fire
Played out
Been wearing the same shorts for weeks
God damn it they reek
smelling like a dead corpse wrapped in sheets
I Feel like an addict or something
My parents told me I would never amount to nothing
In school I was put in class with the kids that drooled
my teachers were the ones that just got fooled
Straight As with a finger my ass dont ask
My momma was the one who fucked up my past
Here I am 28 a recovering addict hooked on subs cant live life without it
my 3 yr old daughter keeps telling me u need a hair cut daddy
Thank you sweetie but daddy has no money
That's one of the reasons why daddy's no longer with mommy
I'm just a guy who dont drive with no life no drive no wife
Sometimes I feel like tasting the end of this knife
@Sam A thanks man I appreciate it
Damn good
This is the best one! Can I use this in my cover? I'll credit you in the description and will subscribe to your channel
Sure
Unblank Productions Thanks!
np
@@JamesHowardBeats Feels like a lifetime ago. Ended up making the cover but I never released it for some reason lol
@@arnavkatgeri 333 is THE Reason
that's not good work honestly but you're on the right way. keep going.
'Nice!!
Yo you got an email
💯💪🏽
👀
nope
Its not the original guitar also bells and harmonic strings much different bass too 🤣
U didnt make this
He made everything but the guitar. It's right there in the description, and the fucking title tells you to read the description.
Been wearing the same shorts for weeks
God damn it they reek
smelling like a dead corpse wrapped in sheets
I Feel like an addict or something
My parents told me I would never amount to nothing
In school I was put in class with the kids that drooled
my teachers were the ones that just got fooled
Straight As with a finger my ass dont ask
My momma was the one who fucked up my past
Here I am 28 a recovering addict hooked on subs cant live life without it
my 3 yr old daughter keeps telling me u need a hair cut daddy
Thank you sweetie but daddy has no money
That's one of the reasons why daddy's no longer with mommy
I'm just a guy who dont drive with no life no drive no wife
Sometimes I feel like tasting the end of this knife