A Plaque And Platinum Status

Of Course You Don't Want Your Kids Swearing. But Remember How Fun It Was To Cuss When You Were In The First Grade?

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 Forgettin' What He Wrote Down, The Whole Crowd Goes So Loud He Opens His Mouth, But The Words Won't Come Out He's Chokin', How, Everybody's Jokin' Now The Clocks Run Out, Times Up, Over, Blaow!

Despite What I Say In My Songs, Its Never Okay For A Man To Put His Hands On A Female.

You Can't Control Who Likes You. If I Got Backstreet Boy Fans What Am I Supposed To Do? Turn Them Away? Whoever Likes My Stuff, Likes My Stuff But Just Know Slim Shady Is Hip Hop, I Grew Up On Hip Hop, It's The Music I Love And It's The Music I Respect. I Respect The Culture...that's Me.

No More Cutting Grams, And Wrapping Grands Up In Rubber-bands, I'm A Recovered Man, Our Plans Ta Discover Other Lands, Suburban Places Got Me Seeking For An Oasis, Cristal By The Cases, Ladies Of All Races With Dime Faces, Sex On The White Sand Beaches Of Saint Thomas, Though This Ain't Promised, I'm As Determined As Them Old Timers.