Future:
Well jimmy moved in with his mother,
Cause he aint got no place to go.
Eminem:
And now I'm right back in the gutter,
With A garbage bag that's full of clothes.
Future: (Bust it bust it)
Cause you live at home in A trailor,
What the hell you gonna do?
Eminem: (Yeeha)
Cause I live at home in A trailor,
Mom I'm comin home to you.
Well my name is jimmy,
His names greg buel,
Me him and you went to the same school.
This aint cool, I'm in A rage
He's tapin my mom, were almost the same age.
On the microphone I drop bombs,
Look at this car, thanks alot mom.
"here happy birthday rabbit
Heres A brand new car, you can have it. "
A 1928 delta,
This shit wont even get me to the shelta
And I can't evn stand for motown,
Cause I'm back in the 8-1-0 now.
Cause I live at home in A trailor
Mom I'm coming home to you.
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