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d12 - fame (going crazy) lyrics

[intro: eminem]
ayo, i know it’s been a minute, but we’re back
it’s the return of the dozen motherf-ckers, let’s go!

[chorus: eminem]
fame
i think it’s got me goin’ crazy, oh—oh—oh
i’m gettin’ lost in this game
i’m gettin’ tired of all you naysayers, whoa—oh—oh
keep speakin’ my name
and then we’ll have reason to hate me, ye—eh—eah
it’s like you don’t want me to win
so this time i’m goin’ in

[verse 1: swifty]
this the life of a rocker, jägermeister and vodka
hopping off of the club’s balcony into the crowd, surfing
and when they drop me i’m randomly socking fans
doin’ my interviews in hockey masks, slapped a journalist on her -ss
i’m high off speed, driving my car at high speed
pocket full of weed while lesbians swallow e
i’m in the studio ign’ant, my engineer gon’ call police
i feel asleep on the sound board, ain’t did a song for weeks (what?)
lsd be all up in my head, giving thanks for grateful dead
bussing in the air with 30 b-tches up in my bed
i’m kickin’ ’em out naked and it’s december
n-ggas ask me why i did it, but f-ck it, i can’t remember

[verse 2: kuniva]
them boys are wylin’, drinkin’, cussin’ and hyper smilin’
been ridin’ for days, tour bus look like rikers island
henny, jack daniels, spray paintin’ a die hard fan
little c-cker spaniel fresh outta the d-mn zoo
man, you better be cautious, i’m backstage
livin’ it up with a couple of sl-ts feeling nauseous
from drinkin’, it’s been a couple of days since i’ve slept
my d-ck is sore from f-ckin’, when i bust there’s nothing left, just dust
back on the stage, gimme my microphone
scr-pping with the audience while we perform hyper songs
our label presented us with a plaque
brought it on stage and bash it to pieces with aluminium bats, thanks!
now which one of you b-tches down for the cause?
yeah, i said my d-ck is sore, but i ain’t say sh-t about my b-lls
(last call) then we off to the next city
whatever i didn’t drink on my rider, bag it up and take the rest with me

[verse 3: eminem]
yeah, this game has got me goin’ crazy
f-ck it, i am crazy, what’s new?
what kind of f-ckin’ glue you think i’d be if i was glue?
we lost proof, he was our group’s glue but where was you
when we were falling apart? you were sh-ttin’ on us too
but no one but us knew we were beefing ’cause that’s what happens
when you beef with crew, it stays in your crew ’cause it’s just crew
but we’re back now, yeah, we took our time but in one crew
only thing we’re in a hurry for now is to rush you
and we’re back to say sh-t you don’t got the guts or the nuts to
p-ssy, go pick your p-ssy leaves off your c-nt tree, f-ck you
achoo, bless you, i’m allergic to p-ssy
sl-ts too, yeah, you think you’re the sh-t ’til we flush you
had some bullsh-t to readjust to
now there’s just a few of us left, but it’d be unjust to rob us our just due
so rest in peace to bugz and proof, this one’s for you homies, we love you
but we can’t stop now, we’d have too much of our blood drew from this…

[outro: dj young mase]
it’s the return of the dozen volume number two. i go by the name of dj young mase. welcome back. swifty mcvay, kon artis, kuniva, bizarre, marshall mathers, big proof the mayor forever, and fuzz scoota. let’s go!

[sample: gunnery sergeant hartman (r. lee ermey)]
“you little sc-mbag! i got your name! i got your -ss! you will not laugh! you will not cry! now get up! get on your feet!”

- d12 lyrics

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