pulls you along, yeah It's just a sad song And it won't take long Too many thoughts breaking your stride Too many Jekylls, feeling like a Mr. Hyde Too
Mr. Mysterious Mr. Mysterious Mr. Mysterious I saw you, I saw you In the middle of the night In the night there was two There was two of us To share
seeing, to lames Who was afraid of change If my middle finger could speak then I say the same man I stay my name....call me legacy bitch Mr. Sweetheart
Dolla sign, H h stands for hooligan Miss me miss me now she wanna kiss me Never eva broke so you ain't gotta fix me Skinny jeans keep a nigga biscuit
Red or blue new wall cap Pause that bull shit you talking bout Before the people start walkin out If you please we succeed regardless Shine the hardest and I'll sign
the way to New York In big Benzes, G-50 up Now we trying to squash all that east west stuff We spent years in the studio making funky tracks Signed a
Marquis And we're together forever, lookin' out for one another Stayin' thicker than thick than peanut butter But don't forget our DJ, with all the skill Go off, Mr
Shakespeare, Mr. 305 This is to them boys that be in the club That talk a whole lot of nothin' Shh, be quiet Keep it cool, you don't wanna start a riot
's all Mr. Munk now You can blow after, it's Mr. Munk now It's Mr. Munk Time, Mr. Munk's in his prime And only Mr. Munk can take Mr. Munks' shine I made
me in the team insomnia Now, I Mr hard worker, In my nightmares I Mr can't turn up, And I missed my chance worst luck, Trying to hit women I Mr I
and Roc Raida, OK? I swear I'm super you play boring Solitaire on your computer combed over hair Wear a boober shirt work at Hooters in your underwear look like Mr
thought I was ready for the fame that I've got They're coming to get me thought I was ready for the fame but I'm not From whatever his name is, Mr errr
have an hour left on my shift Think I'll get my dick SUCKED by this basshead bitch My marriage is all FUCKED, my wife is with the neighbors Subpeonaed, now I gotta sign
an hour left on my shift Think I'll get my dick sucked by this bass head bitch My marriage is all fucked, my wife is with the neighbors Subpoenaed, now I gotta sign
me I don't know you and no I don't owe you a mutha' fuckin' thing I'm not Mr. N SYNC I'm not what your friends think I'm not Mr. Friendly I can be a
i think Doc,dre the day the only things that matter to me my sons my K,so stay the fuck away from LA,is the Game everybody know me.Mr 8x platium from
times So how can I find the time to put an alkaline battery in Royce's back And at the same time put juice in mine? Goddammit Slaughterhouse is signed
' and kill it I'm lightning in a skillet, your a fuckin' flash in a pan I pop up you bitches scatter like hot grease splashin' a fan Mr Mathers is the