by law4388 » Jul 5th, '05, 18:44
I'm Nauseous in this place, i need some office space, the boss is late, i wanna slap the mustache right off his face i'm ready to go postal, i'm so close i can feel his throat with no pulse when i choke him, in ten seconds i'm go in to turn into Hulk Hogan, with a ciggarette in his mouth hes tell me theres no smokin, i'm sick of this shit, its ridiculous all i picture is kickin his ass when hes taken his ashes and flickin em i'm sick of these stamps, i'm sick of lickin em, stick of stickin em
i'm sick of lookin at em, i'm sick of em aight Mr. Mathers pick em up, no you pick em up, bitch stick em up get against the wall, senior citizens and all i cant take this shit no more, everybody hit the floor get the door,close it and lock it put your wallets back in your pocket, i dont want dollars aint none of us walkin out of this office
Eminem's verse in Fuck You. Its his whole verse but I think its all good so I posted it.