Book of Rhymes
Eminem Lyrics


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I don't smile, I don't frown, get two up or get two down (nah)
I was here, so were you, you came and went, I stuck around (yeah)
Still here now, stop me how?
Your opinion's like a broken calculator, that shit doesn't count
Shut your motherfucking mouth

I'm emptyin' (I'm emptyin') my book of rhymes (my book of rhymes)
Get 'em all off my pad, every thought that I had
I said, I'm emptyin' (I'm emptyin') my book of rhymes (my book of rhymes)
Get 'em all off my pad (yeah), every thought that I had

Haven't used all the tricks I have, so like my balls, I'm in my bag
I get a little testy when I'm mad, sick of wrestlin' this iPad
Unsuccessfully I might add, and I know it's best to leave it live
But even I get obsessed with readin' everything
And let it get the best of me 'til I snap
But I need to get off the internet (get off the internet)
I need to get on the mic (get on the mic)
You need to get off the internet (internet), you need to get you a life
Why you waste time just to comment on shit? (Comment on shit)
'Specially shit you don't like (shit you don't like)
Don't like it, don't listen, but don't tell me about your favorite rapper
If it's some shit he didn't write
What happened to Slim? He was no cap with the pen
He used to rap like the people his music was for
He was exactly like them
The dude who used to be poor, why can't he tap into him?
Can't use that excuse anymore
He's mad at the wind, he's in a nuclear war
With a clown he's yelling "At it again"
I talk to your mother, she told me she love me
All she wanna do is just hold me and hug me
Wants nobody but me, she showed me the duggy
Can I get a witness like notary public?
She said kicks some fly shit (fly shit)
I said I got wings on my ass (wings on my ass)
Told her my dick's a cockpit (dick's a cockpit)
I fly by the seat of my pants (Seat of my pants)
Sinful thoughts, this beat is crazy, this shit's retarded
This Instru's mental, too many bars, incidental charges
When did it start? I been cold hearted in this heart
Since kindergarten, mental sharpness
Which makes Slim a walking dentist office, bitch, I invented flossin'
Yeah, I used to wonder (I used to wonder) where my next meal's gonna come from (meal's gonna come from)
Now I just wonder (now I just wonder) where my next mil's gonna come from
I cannot have no success, unless when I finally make it
I get to remind all the haters, who shitted on me when I'm on my way up
My floor is y'all fool's ceilings
If I was you, I would step or find yourself twisted
That's how you'll wind up like spiral stairs
I will swear on a stack of Bibles
I will tear new behinds out of rivals, even your idols
I don't care, it's Music To Be Murdered By
So Bon Iver can swallow a fucking Ja Rule bobblehead
Then die slow like Alzheimer's (haha)
Low sniper, I hold the micro-phone like a loaded rifle
My dome's brighter, all I spit from my skull is fire
All that's missing's a motorcycle with the chrome wires, spoke tires
And y'all are a flow biters, so I don't gotta explain why they call me your ghostwriter

I'm emptyin' (I'm emptyin') my book of rhymes (my book of rhymes)
Get 'em all off my pad, every thought that I had
I said, I'm emptyin' (I'm emptyin') my book of rhymes (my book of rhymes)
Get 'em all off my pad (yeah), every thought that I had (Illa)

Haven't used all the tricks I had, so like my balls, it's in my bag
I tend to get a little testy when I'm mad
But gift of gab and pen to pad
Turn temper tantrums into anthems
Put lips to ass and kiss the cracks
Spit your damnedest, you're still gonna hit the canvas
Rippin' rappers, veterans to whippersnappers
Mr. Mathers is killin' this shit, villainous wit with scant less
Syllables rip the planet, biblical shit's finna hit the fan
Anybody wanna go tit for tat's gonna get hit with that
Then the amygdala hippocampus
Is gonna trigger the ingoramus
To think of the most ridiculous shit then spit
Then pin it against these pitiful rappers
Insidious, these idiots witty as shit, against me, shitty as MC Hammers
Get your whole squad, send the task force in
If you want it, you're 'bout to get what you asked for
Then put your helmet on, strap your chin
You're 'bout to get you a crash course in
Who not to start a motherfuckin' rap war with
Or to go against, fuck would you wanna do that for?
No offense, but are you retard, slow or dense?
A fuckin' penny has more sense
Yeah, now you gotta get killed, but it's not a big deal
But every thought is so ill and so methodical
Thought I swallowed a pill, I'm startin' to feel like I'm an automobile
With Barnacle Bill inside the car at the wheel
Inside a carnival, 'cause I'm plowin' into everyone who wrote snotty articles
And that explains why the fuck you clowns are all in my grill
Joy and pain, fortune, fame, torture, shame
Choice I made, swore someday
The world'll pay, less to lose, more to gain
Daughter's raised, yesterday, glory days, adored and praised
Ignore the hate, address the fake
Toured with Dre, tore a page from Jordan came
Destroyed the game, before you came, enjoy your stay
Before it's gone away, but the more you claim
That you're gonna point and aim
If you joined a gang, your shit isn't goin' to bang
You're just boring, lame and more the same
You have an enormous chain, but a storm-less brain
The most you could form is rain
Your shit is pointless, same as a scoreless game
So, bitch, quit lyin', your denyin' like Mr Porter's name
Borderline bipolar disorder since my stroller
Eyes rollin' back in my skull like Eli Porter
Fire motor, rounds I told to every iota or I load up
I owe to my motor, mouth
This is my note to self
Sometimes you're gonna bomb
So you might just have to blow yourself up with no one's help
I just wrote it down in my book of rhymes
Premo, take us out

Writin' in my book of rhymes
My book of rhymes, my book of rhymes
I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm eastside
Writin' in my book of rhymes




My book of rhymes, my book of rhymes
I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm eastside

Overall Meaning

In Eminem's DJ Premier-produced track "Book of Rhymes," the rapper sheds light on his frustrations with the current state of rap music, his own legacy, and the pressures of being a successful artist. The opening lines set the tone for the rest of the song, with Eminem stating that he doesn't care much for people's opinions because their criticisms don't count. He then proceeds to go on a lyrical tirade, stating that he hasn't used all the tricks he has, but he's trying his best to make sure he empties every thought he has in his book of rhymes.


Throughout the song, Eminem touches on various topics such as his obsession with reading everything on the internet, his frustrations with people who comment on things they don't like, and his disbelief at how people can claim to have written their own music when they clearly haven't. He also calls out the industry's lack of originality and creativity, stating that he used to wonder where his next meal would come from, but now he just wonders where his next mil will come from. He ends the song on a reflective note, stating that sometimes he'll bomb, and he'll have to blow himself up with no one's help.


Line by Line Meaning

I don't smile, I don't frown, get two up or get two down (nah)
I am emotionally neutral and do not let external circumstances affect me in any way.


I was here, so were you, you came and went, I stuck around (yeah)
I have been here for a while, while others have come and gone, but I have remained persistent and consistent.


Still here now, stop me how? Your opinion's like a broken calculator, that shit doesn't count Shut your motherfucking mouth
I am still here and going strong, and your opinion of me is irrelevant and meaningless, like a broken calculator. So keep your mouth shut.


I'm emptyin' (I'm emptyin') my book of rhymes (my book of rhymes) Get 'em all off my pad, every thought that I had I said, I'm emptyin' (I'm emptyin') my book of rhymes (my book of rhymes) Get 'em all off my pad (yeah), every thought that I had
I am pouring out all my thoughts and ideas onto paper and turning them into rhymes, and I will continue to do so until my book of rhymes is empty.


Haven't used all the tricks I have, so like my balls, I'm in my bag I get a little testy when I'm mad, sick of wrestlin' this iPad Unsuccessfully I might add, and I know it's best to leave it live But even I get obsessed with readin' everything And let it get the best of me 'til I snap
I still have some creative tricks up my sleeve and I am ready to use them. However, my frustration with technology can cause me to become irritable and stressed, especially when I get sidetracked reading criticism online.


But I need to get off the internet (get off the internet) I need to get on the mic (get on the mic) You need to get off the internet (internet), you need to get you a life Why you waste time just to comment on shit? (Comment on shit) 'Specially shit you don't like (shit you don't like) Don't like it, don't listen, but don't tell me about your favorite rapper If it's some shit he didn't write
I need to stop wasting time online and focus on creating music. Others also need to stop being consumed with the internet and start living their lives. It is pointless to waste time commenting on things you do not like, and it is particularly frustrating when people praise rappers who did not write their own music.


What happened to Slim? He was no cap with the pen He used to rap like the people his music was for He was exactly like them The dude who used to be poor, why can't he tap into him? Can't use that excuse anymore He's mad at the wind, he's in a nuclear war With a clown he's yelling "At it again"
People wonder how I have changed as a rapper and why I no longer write like I used to. I used to be authentic and relatable, but now I am struggling to find that same inspiration. I cannot use the excuse of being poor as a driving force anymore, and I am frustrated with the state of the world and the pressure to compete with clowns in the industry.


I talk to your mother, she told me she love me All she wanna do is just hold me and hug me Wants nobody but me, she showed me the duggy Can I get a witness like notary public?
I am making controversial and provocative statements about talking to someone's mother and sexual encounters, but it is all in jest and meant to be humorous. I am asking for a witness, but it is not meant to be taken seriously.


Sinful thoughts, this beat is crazy, this shit's retarded This Instru's mental, too many bars, incidental charges When did it start? I been cold hearted in this heart Since kindergarten, mental sharpness Which makes Slim a walking dentist office, bitch, I invented flossin'
The beat is intense and chaotic, which is fueling my sinful and explicit thoughts. I have always been sharp mentally, even since childhood, which inspired my witty lyricism. I am the originator of 'flossin' and perfected the art of clever wordplay.


Yeah, now you gotta get killed, but it's not a big deal But every thought is so ill and so methodical Thought I swallowed a pill, I'm startin' to feel like I'm an automobile With Barnacle Bill inside the car at the wheel Inside a carnival, 'cause I'm plowin' into everyone who wrote snotty articles And that explains why the fuck you clowns are all in my grill
I am unapologetic about my aggressive and violent lyrics, as they are all highly calculated and strategic. My mind is fueled with intense thoughts and visions, and I am on a mission to take down anyone who has written a negative article about me. This is why so many people are critical of me and in my face.


Toured with Dre, tore a page from Jordan came Destroyed the game, before you came, enjoy your stay Before it's gone away, but the more you claim That you're gonna point and aim If you joined a gang, your shit isn't goin' to bang You're just boring, lame and more the same You have an enormous chain, but a storm-less brain The most you could form is rain Your shit is pointless, same as a scoreless game So, bitch, quit lyin', your denyin' like Mr Porter's name
I have accomplished great things in my career, even touring with Dr. Dre and performing on a level comparable to Michael Jordan. However, newcomers to the game need to enjoy their time in the spotlight while it lasts, as the industry is always changing. If you are not genuine and original, there is no point in being part of the gang. You may have external signs of wealth and status, but without substance and creativity, it is pointless. You are less than nothing, and it is evident by your lack of originality and talent.


Borderline bipolar disorder since my stroller Eyes rollin' back in my skull like Eli Porter Fire motor, rounds I told to every iota or I load up I owe to my motor, mouth This is my note to self Sometimes you're gonna bomb So you might just have to blow yourself up with no one's help I just wrote it down in my book of rhymes Premo, take us out
I have struggled with mental health issues since childhood, which have fueled my intense creativity and energy. I need to remind myself that failure is a natural part of the process, and sometimes I will 'bomb' or create something that is not successful. However, I need to own that failure and use it as an opportunity to improve and learn. This is my personal note to self, and I have written it down in my book of rhymes. Premo, it is your turn to end the song.




Lyrics © REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING, O/B/O CAPASSO, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Written by: Christopher Martin, Jacob Canady, Luis Resto, Marshall B. III Mathers, Nasir Jones, Nayvadius Demun Wilburn, Peter Phillips, Ray Illya Fraser, Ronald O'Neil Jr. Spence

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@brysonstalyon2360

Lyrics:

[Intro]
I don't smile, I don't frown, get too up or get too down (Nah)
I was here, so were you, you came and went, I stuck around (Yeah)
Still here now, stop me how? Your opinion's like a broken calculator
That shit doesn't count
Shut your motherfuckin' mouth

[Chorus]
I'm emptyin' (I'm emptyin') my book of rhymes (My book of rhymes)
Get 'em all off my pad, every thought that I had
I said I'm emptyin' (I'm emptyin') my book of rhymes (My book of rhymes)
Get 'em all off my pad (Yeah), every thought that I had

[Verse 1]
Haven't used all the tricks I have, so like my balls, I'm in my bag (My bag)
Get a little testе when I'm mad (I'm mad), sick of wrestling this iPad (iPad)
Unsuccessfully, I might add
And I know it's bеst to leave it lie
But even I get obsessed with reading everything
And let it get the best of me 'til I snap ('Til I snap)
But I need to get off the internet (Get off the internet)
I need to get on the mic (Get on the mic)
You need to get off the internet (Internet)
You need to get you a life
Why you waste time just to comment on shit? (Comment on shit)
Especially shit you don't like (Shit you don't like)
Don't like it, don't listen, but don't tell me 'bout your favorite rapper rippin' some shit he didn't write (Shit he didn't write)
What happened to Slim? He was no cap with the pen
He used to rap like the people his music was for
He was exactly like them
The dude who used to be poor, why can't he tap into him?
Can't use that excuse anymore
He's mad at the wind, he's in a nuclear war
With a cloud, he's yellin' at it again
I talked to your mother, she told me she loved me
All she wanna do is just hold me and hug me
Wants nobody but me, she showed me the Dougie
Can I get a witness like notary public? (Preach)
She said, "Kick some fly shit" (Fly shit)
I said, "I got wings on my ass" (Wings on my ass)
Told her my dick's a cockpit (Dick's a cockpit)
I fly by the seat of my pants (Seat of my pants)
Sinful thoughts, this beat is crazy, this shit's retarded
This instru's mental (This instru's mental) to mini-bars, incidental charges
When did it start? I been cold-hearted in this heart since kindergarten
Mental sharpness which makes Slim a walking dentist office, bitch, I invented flossin'
Yeah, I used to wonder (I used to wonder) where my next meal's gonna come from (Meal's gonna come from)
Now, I just wonder (Now I just wonder) where my next mill's gonna come from (Mill's gonna come from)
I cannot have no success (Have no success), unless when I finally make it (Finally make it)
I get to remind all the haters (Remind all the haters) who shitted on me when I'm on my way up (I'm on my way)
My floor is y'all fool's ceilings
If I was you, I would step or find yourself twisted
That's how you'll wind up like spiral stairs
I will swear on a stack of Bibles
I will tear new behinds out of rivals, even your idols, I don't care
It's Music to Be Murdered By, so Bon Iver can swallow a fuckin' Ja Rule bobblehead
And die slow like Alzheimer's (Ha-ha)
Lone sniper, I hold a microphone like a loaded rifle
My dome's brighter, all I spit from my skull's fire
All that's missing's a motorcycle with the chrome wires, spoke tires
And y'all are flow biters, so I don't gotta
Explain why they call me your ghostwriter

[Chorus]
I'm emptyin' (I'm emptyin') my book of rhymes (My book of rhymes)
Get 'em all off my pad, every thought that I had
I said I'm emptyin' (I'm emptyin') my book of rhymes (My book of rhymes)
Get 'em all off my pad, every thought that I had (Illa)

[Verse 2]
Haven't used all the tricks I have, so like my balls, it's in my bag
I tend to get a little testy when I'm mad
But gift of gab and pen to pad turn temper tantrums into anthems
Put lips to ass and kiss the cracks, spit your damnedest
You're still gonna hit the canvas
Rippin' rappers, veterans to whippersnappers
Mr. Mathers is killin' this shit, villainous wit with scant less
Syllables rip the planet, biblical shit's finna hit the fan
Anybody wanna go tit for tat's gonna get hit with that
Then the amygdala hippocampus is gonna trigger the ignoramus
To think of the most ridiculous shit to spit then
Pit it against these pitiful rappers
Insidious, these idiots wittiest shit against me shitty as MC Hammer's
Get your whole squad, send a task force in
If you want it, you're 'bout to get what you asked for then
Put your helmet on, strap your chin
You're 'bout to get you a crash course in
Who not to start a motherfuckin' rap war with
Or to go against, fuck would you wanna do that for?
No offense, but are you retards slow or dense?
A fuckin' penny has more sense
Yeah, now you gotta get killed, but it's not a big deal, but every thought is so ill
And so methodical, thought I swallowed a pill
I'm starting to feel like I'm an automobile
With Barnacle Bill inside the car at the wheel
Inside a carnival, 'cause I'm plowin' into everyone who wrote snidey articles
And that explains why the fuck you clowns are all in my grill
Joy and pain, fortune, fame, torture, shame, choice I made
Swore someday the world would pay less to lose, more to gain, daughters raised
Yesterday, glory days, adored and praised, ignored the hate
Addressed the fake, toured with Dre, tore a page from Jordan came
Destroyed the game before you came, enjoy your stay
Before it's gone away, but the more you claim that you're gonna point and aim
If it joined a gang, your shit isn't going to bang
You're just boring, lame and more of the same
You have an enormous chain, but a stormless brain
The most you can form is rain
Your shit is pointless, same as a scoreless game
So, bitch, quit lyin', you're denyin' like Mr. Porter's name (Haha)
Borderline bipolar disorder since my stroller
Eyes rollin' back in my skull like Eli Porter
Fire mortar (Brr) rounds, Ayatollah, every iota I load up
I owe to my motor mouth
This is my note to self
Sometimes you're gonna bomb
So you just might have to blow yourself up with no one's help
I just wrote it down in my book of rhymes
Preemo, take us out

[Outro]
Writin' in my book of rhymes
My book of rhymes, my book of rhymes
I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm eastside
Writin' in my book of rhymes
My book of rhymes, my book of rhymes
I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm eastside

Credit: https://genius.com/Eminem-book-of-rhymes-lyrics



@arungupta8732

[Intro]
I don't smile, I don't frown, get too up or get too down (Nah)
I was here, so were you, you came and went, I stuck around (Yeah)
Still here now, stop me how? Your opinion's like a broken calculator
That shit doesn't count
Shut your motherfuckin' mouth

[Chorus]
I'm emptyin' (I'm emptyin') my book of rhymes (My book of rhymes)
Get 'em all off my pad, every thought that I had
I said I'm emptyin' (I'm emptyin') my book of rhymes (My book of rhymes)
Get 'em all off my pad (Yeah), every thought that I had

[Verse 1]
Haven't used all the tricks I have, so like my balls, I'm in my bag (My bag)
Get a little testе when I'm mad (I'm mad), sick of wrestling this iPad (iPad)
Unsuccessfully, I might add
And I know it's bеst to leave it lie
But even I get obsessed with reading everything
And let it get the best of me 'til I snap ('Til I snap)
But I need to get off the internet (Get off the internet)
I need to get on the mic (Get on the mic)
You need to get off the internet (Internet)
You need to get you a life
Why you waste time just to comment on shit? (Comment on shit)
Especially shit you don't like (Shit you don't like)
Don't like it, don't listen, but don't tell me 'bout your favorite rapper rippin' some shit he didn't write (Shit he didn't write)
What happened to Slim? He was no cap with the pen
He used to rap like the people his music was for
He was exactly like them
The dude who used to be poor, why can't he tap into him?
Can't use that excuse anymore
He's mad at the wind, he's in a nuclear war
With a cloud, he's yellin' at it again
I talked to your mother, she told me she loved me
All she wanna do is just hold me and hug me
Wants nobody but me, she showed me the Dougie
Can I get a witness like notary public? (Preach)
She said, "Kick some fly shit" (Fly shit)
I said, "I got wings on my ass" (Wings on my ass)
Told her my dick's a cockpit (Dick's a cockpit)
I fly by the seat of my pants (Seat of my pants)
Sinful thoughts, this beat is crazy, this shit's retarded
This instru's mental (This instru's mental) to mini-bars, incidental charges
When did it start? I been cold-hearted in this heart since kindergarten
Mental sharpness which makes Slim a walking dentist office, bitch, I invented flossin'
Yeah, I used to wonder (I used to wonder) where my next meal's gonna come from (Meal's gonna come from)
Now, I just wonder (Now I just wonder) where my next mill's gonna come from (Mill's gonna come from)
I cannot have no success (Have no success), unless when I finally make it (Finally make it)
I get to remind all the haters (Remind all the haters) who shitted on me when I'm on my way up (I'm on my way)
My floor is y'all fool's ceilings
If I was you, I would step or find yourself twisted
That's how you'll wind up like spiral stairs
I will swear on a stack of Bibles
I will tear new behinds out of rivals, even your idols, I don't care
It's Music to Be Murdered By, so Bon Iver can swallow a fuckin' Ja Rule bobblehead
And die slow like Alzheimer's (Ha-ha)
Lone sniper, I hold a microphone like a loaded rifle
My dome's brighter, all I spit from my skull's fire
All that's missing's a motorcycle with the chrome wires, spoke tires
And y'all are flow biters, so I don't gotta
Explain why they call me your ghostwriter


[Chorus]
I'm emptyin' (I'm emptyin') my book of rhymes (My book of rhymes)
Get 'em all off my pad, every thought that I had
I said I'm emptyin' (I'm emptyin') my book of rhymes (My book of rhymes)
Get 'em all off my pad, every thought that I had (Illa)

[Verse 2]
Haven't used all the tricks I have, so like my balls, it's in my bag
I tend to get a little testy when I'm mad
But gift of gab and pen to pad turn temper tantrums into anthems
Put lips to ass and kiss the cracks, spit your damnedest
You're still gonna hit the canvas
Rippin' rappers, veterans to whippersnappers
Mr. Mathers is killin' this shit, villainous wit with scant less
Syllables rip the planet, biblical shit's fittin' to hit the fan
Anybody wanna go tit for tat's gonna get hit with that
Then the amygdala hippocampus is gonna trigger the ignoramus
To think of the most ridiculous shit to spit then
Pit it against these pitiful rappers
Insidious, these idiots wittiest shit against me shitty as MC Hammer's
Get your whole squad, send a task force in
If you want it, you're 'bout to get what you asked for then
Put your helmet on, strap your chin
You're 'bout to get you a crash course in
Who not to start a motherfuckin' rap war with
Or to go against, fuck would you wanna do that for?
No offense, but are you retards slow or dense?
A fuckin' penny has more sense
Yeah, now you gotta get killed, but it's not a big deal, but every thought is so ill
And so methodical, thought I swallowed a pill
I'm starting to feel like I'm an automobile
With Barnacle Bill inside the car at the wheel
Inside a carnival, 'cause I'm plowin' into everyone who wrote snidey articles
And that explains why the fuck you clowns are all in my grill
Joy and pain, fortune, fame, torture, shame, choice I made
Swore someday the world would pay less to lose, more to gain, daughters raised
Yesterday, glory days, adored and praised, ignored the hate
Addressed the fake, toured with Dre, tore a page from Jordan came
Destroyed the game before you came, enjoy your stay
Before it's gone away, but the more you claim that you're gonna point and aim
If it joined a gang, your shit isn't going to bang
You're just boring, lame and more of the same
You have an enormous chain, but a stormless brain
The most you can form is rain
Your shit is pointless, same as a scoreless game
So, bitch, quit lyin', you're denyin' like Mr. Porter's name
Borderline bipolar disorder since my stroller
Eyes rollin' back in my skull like Eli Porter
Fire mortar (Brr) rounds, Ayatollah, every iota I load up
I owe to my motor mouth
This is my note to self
Sometimes you're gonna bomb
So you just might have to blow yourself up with no one's help
I just wrote it down in my book of rhymes
Preemo, take us out


[Outro]
Writin' in my book of rhymes
My book of rhymes, my book of rhymes
I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm eastside
Writin' in my book of rhymes
My book of rhymes, my book of rhymes
I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm eastside



All comments from YouTube:

@sqwashgaming

A fucking penny has more sense..
He's not back, he's better.

@WilloPR

"A penny has more cents"

@changedname_8970

Jesus loves you Mr. Sqwash :) I encourage you my friend to continue to build a relationship with Jesus. He wants nothing more than a relationship with you. I’ve linked below a Christian album that also dropped 12/18 that I think will help us all. Gbu bro

@drewdavis118

he never left

@drewdavis118

he just waited for those getting the fame and them fake ass Grammy awards the get lyrical that all and came back from the "DEAD" and reeducated these fake ass rappers thats all

@Thrawn23.

back and better then ever

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@Luke4207

He's mad at the wind.

@michelle2754

fack covid

@chaghba4811

U right bruhh

@Hades-cl7wo

I am ready for covid to go

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