Freestyle16 Lyrics
| Song | Freestyle16 |
| Artist | Eminem |
| Album | The Freestyle Manual |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:19.008] | My head hits the pillow, a weeping willow |
| [00:21.633] | I can't sleep, a pain so deep it bellows |
| [00:24.739] | But these cellos help just to keep me mellow |
| [00:27.309] | Hands on my head, touch knees to elbows |
| [00:30.712] | I'm hunched over, emotion just flows over |
| [00:33.508] | These cold shoulders are both frozen, you don't know me |
| [00:36.850] | I keep saying it, I can't stress it enough |
| [00:39.787] | So keep playing it, and stand next to the subs |
| [00:43.145] | I choke mics like asphyxiation |
| [00:45.484] | When I'm strangling my own throat masturbatin' |
| [00:49.196] | Shit yeah, I'm a basket case and |
| [00:51.534] | I master this rap shit 'til my ass gets wasted |
| [00:55.120] | 'Til my assassination |
| [00:57.235] | 'Til I'm slain 'cause of some fag's infatuation |
| [01:00.335] | .44 mag's fascination |
| [01:03.258] | A taste for disaster, and if that's the case, then— |
| [01:06.946] | Aight dawg, you in vibe with a hog |
| [01:09.862] | That'll spit a bar like a brick of raw |
| [01:12.820] | Bitch you off your poor tricks, war with natural ability |
| [01:15.610] | To put both hands up on the Statue of Liberty |
| [01:18.821] | Smackin' the enemy with accurate agility |
| [01:21.257] | Attack your facility then it's back on my killin' spree |
| [01:24.434] | Jigga and Nelly is cool, it's the wack ones that's killin' me |
| [01:27.349] | While Clinton got head I was in the sack with old Hillary |
| [01:30.491] | The fact I'm an ill MC strapped with artillery |
| [01:33.408] | I got your family at your funeral clappin' with misery |
| [01:36.673] | It could happen to him or me, rather the other way |
| [01:38.997] | Baretta bust his face, pillow over the widow watch her suffocate |
| [01:42.259] | Ya hard, Doody, hard from D12 |
| [01:45.621] | We funk flex more noise than C-shell |
| [01:48.633] | Ya faking Linails we big in Delas |
| [01:51.273] | We unsigned without the hype, back before Rick Moralas |
| [01:54.537] | Put it down here, whip your lungs with talence |
| [01:57.260] | Y'all lack talence, in fact y'all all off balance |
| [02:00.634] | I'mma say it like this, you short like the doors |
| [02:03.383] |
| [00:19.008] | My head hits the pillow, a weeping willow |
| [00:21.633] | I can' t sleep, a pain so deep it bellows |
| [00:24.739] | But these cellos help just to keep me mellow |
| [00:27.309] | Hands on my head, touch knees to elbows |
| [00:30.712] | I' m hunched over, emotion just flows over |
| [00:33.508] | These cold shoulders are both frozen, you don' t know me |
| [00:36.850] | I keep saying it, I can' t stress it enough |
| [00:39.787] | So keep playing it, and stand next to the subs |
| [00:43.145] | I choke mics like asphyxiation |
| [00:45.484] | When I' m strangling my own throat masturbatin' |
| [00:49.196] | Shit yeah, I' m a basket case and |
| [00:51.534] | I master this rap shit ' til my ass gets wasted |
| [00:55.120] | ' Til my assassination |
| [00:57.235] | ' Til I' m slain ' cause of some fag' s infatuation |
| [01:00.335] | . 44 mag' s fascination |
| [01:03.258] | A taste for disaster, and if that' s the case, then |
| [01:06.946] | Aight dawg, you in vibe with a hog |
| [01:09.862] | That' ll spit a bar like a brick of raw |
| [01:12.820] | Bitch you off your poor tricks, war with natural ability |
| [01:15.610] | To put both hands up on the Statue of Liberty |
| [01:18.821] | Smackin' the enemy with accurate agility |
| [01:21.257] | Attack your facility then it' s back on my killin' spree |
| [01:24.434] | Jigga and Nelly is cool, it' s the wack ones that' s killin' me |
| [01:27.349] | While Clinton got head I was in the sack with old Hillary |
| [01:30.491] | The fact I' m an ill MC strapped with artillery |
| [01:33.408] | I got your family at your funeral clappin' with misery |
| [01:36.673] | It could happen to him or me, rather the other way |
| [01:38.997] | Baretta bust his face, pillow over the widow watch her suffocate |
| [01:42.259] | Ya hard, Doody, hard from D12 |
| [01:45.621] | We funk flex more noise than Cshell |
| [01:48.633] | Ya faking Linails we big in Delas |
| [01:51.273] | We unsigned without the hype, back before Rick Moralas |
| [01:54.537] | Put it down here, whip your lungs with talence |
| [01:57.260] | Y' all lack talence, in fact y' all all off balance |
| [02:00.634] | I' mma say it like this, you short like the doors |
| [02:03.383] |
| [00:19.008] | My head hits the pillow, a weeping willow |
| [00:21.633] | I can' t sleep, a pain so deep it bellows |
| [00:24.739] | But these cellos help just to keep me mellow |
| [00:27.309] | Hands on my head, touch knees to elbows |
| [00:30.712] | I' m hunched over, emotion just flows over |
| [00:33.508] | These cold shoulders are both frozen, you don' t know me |
| [00:36.850] | I keep saying it, I can' t stress it enough |
| [00:39.787] | So keep playing it, and stand next to the subs |
| [00:43.145] | I choke mics like asphyxiation |
| [00:45.484] | When I' m strangling my own throat masturbatin' |
| [00:49.196] | Shit yeah, I' m a basket case and |
| [00:51.534] | I master this rap shit ' til my ass gets wasted |
| [00:55.120] | ' Til my assassination |
| [00:57.235] | ' Til I' m slain ' cause of some fag' s infatuation |
| [01:00.335] | . 44 mag' s fascination |
| [01:03.258] | A taste for disaster, and if that' s the case, then |
| [01:06.946] | Aight dawg, you in vibe with a hog |
| [01:09.862] | That' ll spit a bar like a brick of raw |
| [01:12.820] | Bitch you off your poor tricks, war with natural ability |
| [01:15.610] | To put both hands up on the Statue of Liberty |
| [01:18.821] | Smackin' the enemy with accurate agility |
| [01:21.257] | Attack your facility then it' s back on my killin' spree |
| [01:24.434] | Jigga and Nelly is cool, it' s the wack ones that' s killin' me |
| [01:27.349] | While Clinton got head I was in the sack with old Hillary |
| [01:30.491] | The fact I' m an ill MC strapped with artillery |
| [01:33.408] | I got your family at your funeral clappin' with misery |
| [01:36.673] | It could happen to him or me, rather the other way |
| [01:38.997] | Baretta bust his face, pillow over the widow watch her suffocate |
| [01:42.259] | Ya hard, Doody, hard from D12 |
| [01:45.621] | We funk flex more noise than Cshell |
| [01:48.633] | Ya faking Linails we big in Delas |
| [01:51.273] | We unsigned without the hype, back before Rick Moralas |
| [01:54.537] | Put it down here, whip your lungs with talence |
| [01:57.260] | Y' all lack talence, in fact y' all all off balance |
| [02:00.634] | I' mma say it like this, you short like the doors |
| [02:03.383] |
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