| Lyrics: | (Eminem)
Look, (wazzup?) if you had, one shot; (O.K.) or one opportunity
To seize everything
you ever wanted, (Uh huh) in one moment
Would you capture it?
(Corey Mo)
Your
motherfucken right thats why Corey Mo fun like a fool on this bitchin remix
boy!
(Eminem)
His palms are sweaty, knees weak arms are heavy
There's vomit on his
sweater already, mom's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting what he wrote down
The whole crowd goes so loud,
he opens his mouth
But the words won't come out
He's chokin' how, everybody's jokin' now
The clocks run out, times up, over, plow!
Snap back to reality, oh, there goes
gravity, oh,
There goes rabbit he choked, he's so mad but he won't,
Give up that easy, no,
he won't have it he knows,
His whole back's of these ropes, it don't matter he's dope,
He
knows that but he's broke, he so stagnant that he knows,
When he goes back to this mobile home,
that's when it's
Back to the lab again, yo
This whole raposedy better go capture this
moment
And hope it don't pass him
You better lose yourself in the music,
The
moment, you own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot do not miss your chance to
blow
This opportunity comes once in a life-time, yo
You better lose yourself in the
music,
The moment, you own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot do not miss
your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a life-time, yo
(Corey Mo)
I
specialise in southern supremacy
Meanin that I exercise some of my lyrical capabilities
To
emphasise on certain topics thats probably gotten criticis |
