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Martin Ricky Til I Get To You

one and only temptation I, till I get to you Till I find you, feel you, breathe you Touch you, taste your truth And I never gonna stop till I get to you

Pass the smiling faces with the hidden rage (Chorus) Til I find you, feel you, breathe you, touch you, taste your truth... And I... never going to stop til I get to you

Pass the smiling faces with the hidden rage (Chorus) Til I find you, feel you, breathe you, touch you, taste your truth... And I... never going to stop til I get to you

," you damn right, Slim Anus I don't get fucked in mine like you two little flaming faggots 'Cause I'm just Marshall Mathers I'm not a wrestler guy, I

[Eminem] You know I just don't get it Last year I was nobody This year I'm sellin records Now everybody wants to come around like I owe em somethin Heh

[Eminem] You know I just don't get it Last year I was nobody This year I'm sellin records Now everybody wants to come around like I owe em somethin Heh

: [Eminem] You know I just don't get it Last year I was nobody This year I'm sellin records Now everybody wants to come around like I owe em somethin

by my spaceship til she hit the top That hit the spot Til she asked how many lick-i-lick-i-licks do it take til she get to shop Don't worry why my wrist

[Eminem] You know I just don't get it Last year I was nobody This year I'm sellin records Now everybody wants to come around like I owe em somethin Heh