the sun was rising On the day that you were passing through The caravan you traveled in was crowded I didn't like the people around you Those people hushed
Them lead showers is coming, fuck is you sayin' [Eminem:] Fuck, it's fucking raining, shit, it's lightening Bitch, it's thundering, cause I'm hushing
Maybach Benz valeted I'm a playboy Shake them haters like a play toy Detroit playas in them gators all day boy Out for that Pillsbury dough boy Go for them throats like Siegfried & Roy Got more tools
from your man Hush... and I'm Bizarre from D-12... what the fuck... we about to shoot the club up... I'm gone... Rock City... Hush... Bizarre... Rap Guys
ticket everyone i know is a drag. what's wrong with that boy again talk into my hand and get out kick my habit with a punch to my head engineering tools
who know what to do with that chrome I give her I'm on the shitter thinkin bout my bank account and how to make it bigger Then I grab the tool and take
dirty street My God my hands don't fail me now The devil's tool to do God's will The women cry the men are still His silhouette up on the hill Hush baby
he ever got loud She couldn't be proud of whatever she might do But it's the first time she ever felt touch That didn't bring her to hush like something
4 in yo whip Catch your girl in the club Put nut in your bitch Niggas wanna see the Memph go and lose his cool Go and use his tool Nigga, use the fool
niggaz you touch me I blow up the micraphone like Marilyn Manson, you can't hush me Yeah [Khujo] Heat'll make anything move Even Tyson, can get laid down, with this tool
in your trunk, weed laced with the blunt I puff, I never got snuffed, bust while I dust your monkey ass off then I just crush on the hush hush So if
for later I mean I'm way to major like E-major nigga You claimin' my game but you ain't nothin' but a hater So when I pull out my tool scram Ya riddled