ترانه:
J R Writer My Life

Y'all want to live my life Y'all just can't live my life Y'all want to live my life Y'all just ain't fit to live my life Since a youngin' a lesson was

it Got My Eyes on the Tiger, Eyes on the Prize Eyes on the thighs of Mary J. Blige, imagin on how good the cat must be Stop eatin meat, lost weight, but I still rap husky My

set up the cameras fuck him in the jacuzzi Freaky Zeke that should be easy He just came home I know he wanna bone But what about J.R Writer, Im'a Skill

me Shit on my neck, that's Range Rove money My jewelry starting to add up to cars my brother Magnum on one wrist, Charger on the other When I die my

He just came home, I know he wanna bone. (I know he wanna bone) (But what about J.R Writer) I'm a skill 'em And when I wr-wr-write 'em, I'm a grill em

it Got My Eyes on the Tiger, Eyes on the Prize Eyes on the thighs of Mary J. Blige, imagin on how good the cat must be Stop eatin meat, lost weight, but I still rap husky My

fact man y'all cant fuck wit me baby girl I drag my nuts for free comfortably and ya know I got my pimpin together got my game, got my cain, got my limpin

t say no And my fingers just won't let go Tell me why Why must we wait until tonight Tell me why Why when I've waited all my life You're touching me

: Yo.. yo! (* Eminem hachs up spit *) Mic check.. (My dick!) Testing.. one, two (* Eminem hach-spits on mic *) Ffff-fuck.. (My dick!) My nuts.. My attitude