(Phone Rings) Eminem Hello? What Up? Hello? Yo I Can-I Can't hear you let me call you right back Verse I sense someone's tapping into my phones, why do I got this feeling in my bones, I might die soon the F.B.I. might be tryin to pull my files soon I might be walking, blindfold into a typhoon I might be seeing rockets light up the night sky right outside of the window, of my living room and if they do then you can say goodnight and bye bye to them iTunes if I don't try to, record as much before I do the plan is to have as many in the can as I can as I stand before you in this booth a walking dead man blank stare, dead pan look on my face as i gaze into space as I wait to be scooped up in that van just mysteriously disappear into thin air and they gon say a sniper just appeared outta nowhere and I go down into history as the blood suckin leech who hid behind the freedom of speech tried to take the fifth ammendment use it, twist it and bend it and ended up dying a villain out the hero's splinters the bendest way to end this I can feel the tremors tremendous in remembrance of September 11th flashback to September 7th when Tupac was murdered in Vegas he said it he predicted his own death let us never forget it should we ever live to regret it like the day that John F. Kennedy was assasinated in broad day by that crazed lunatic with a gun who just happened to work on the same block in the library book depository where the president would go for a little friday stroll shots fired from the Grassy knoll but they don't know but do they? who's they for em to say? tushay, we're all vunerable and it's spook-ay this is as bout as cook-ay as I've ever felt now countdown to nuclear meltdown 7,6,5,4 3,2,1 you can run you can do what you want to but you you know you aint gonna do nothing when its time, its your time you are the prime target you have become Public enemy number one RE-UP.Blogfa.com <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Marshal-Mathers.blogfa.com <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<