American rapper

life music, rap guys

Run DMC, Beastie Boys, Queen Latifah, Eminem

Eminem AKA, 8 mile, All acces Europe, Make it or brake it, Behind the mask, The Wash, Restlest Xposet, E, The up in smoke tour

Whatever You Say I Am: The Life And Times Of Eminem, The Dark Story of Eminem, Eminem: Talking, Cleaning Out My Closet, Eminem:In His Own Words

Slim Shady Show

I know, I think we just crossed out everything we had, but just today I looked at your picture, and although not really want to admit it, I miss you, knowingly, and regret that we parted ways like this, but I just had to go, I do not know why, I do not know what else to say, probably just ... In my life changes, I do not know what with my life, but it just continues the changes
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I wish I did not feel pain, but I can not pretend that it does not, and I do not blame anyone right now, no one else to point the finger, God knows that no saint has not yet walked on this earth.

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I think all the things which could never tell you and not be able to correct their mistakes ... This is why I am here.

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I am getting a recluse, and the truth is that fame is my excuse for what I am in perpetual depression. I was sitting alone in his home theater, watch all the same damn DVD of the first round, with the last tour, when a friend was still alive, and the pain resumes faster

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You can not abandon the pill, your skill to naught, even your fans are laughing at you. This is a problem, but you're such an asshole that can not solve it, get up, you're a man, a real man would have long been scraped away all the shit

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I hate my reflection, I walk around the house and breaks to smash all the mirrors, yes, I am disgusted with my looks, I'm fat, but what I difference? I give a shit, I fear only one thing: Haley, I'm afraid that if we close our eyes, we see her, the devil

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When I was twelve, my mom for me was a sweet angel, at thirteen, I inserted the cartridges into the gun. In the neighborhood where I lived, I was beaten and intimidated until I cut off the head of a kitten and threw it into the mailbox of the boys. I was not all the same, but now I do not care