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| Nog een bommenleggende artiest, hier gaat de wereldvrede! Yo, his palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy There's vomit on his sweater already; mom's spaghetti. He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting What he wrote down, the whole crowd grows so loud He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out He's choking how, everybody's chocking now The clocks run out, times up, over now! Eminem Loose Yourself |
