| Lyrics: | FUTURE:
WELL JIMMY MOVED IN WITH HIS MOTHER,
CAUSE HE AINT GOT NO PLACE TO GO.
EMINEM:
AND NOW IM RIGHT BACK IN THE GUTTER,
WITH A GARBAGE BAG THATS FULL OF CLOTHES.
FUTURE: (BUST IT BUST IT)
CAUSE YOU LIVE AT HOME IN A TRAILOR,
WHAT THE HELL YOU GONNA DO?
EMINEM: (YEEHA)
CAUSE I LIVE AT HOME IN A TRAILOR,
MOM IM COMIN HOME TO YOU.
WELL MY NAME IS JIMMY,
HIS NAMES GREG BUEL,
ME HIM AND YOU WENT TO THE SAME SCHOOL.
THIS AINT COOL,
HE'S TAPIN MY MOM, WERE ALMOST THE SAME AGE.
ON THE MICROPHONE I DROP BOMBS,
LOOK AT THIS CAR, THANKS ALOT MOM.
"HERE HAPPY BIRTHDAY RABBIT
HERES A BRAND NEW CAR, YOU CAN HAVE IT."
A 1928 DELTA,
THIS SHIT WONT EVEN GET ME TO THE SHELTA
AND I CANT EVN STAND FOR MOTELS,
CAUSE IM BACK IN THE EIGHT WITH NOBELS.
CAUSE I LIVE AT HOME IN A TRAILOR
MOM IM COMING HOME TO YOU. |
