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turn em into forty-ninersĪnd when I'm gone, just carry on, don't mourn Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice Just know that I'm looking down on you smiling And I didn't feel a thing, So baby don't feel no pain Just smile back And when I'm gone, just carry on, don't mourn Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice Just know that I'm looking down on you smiling And I didn't feel a thing, So baby don't feel no pain Just smile back. Despite uplifting songs addressed toward the women in his life, like 'Dear Mama' and 'Keep Ya Head Up,' he was also capable of lashing out, using his songs as a platform to brag about sleeping with lots of women and having sex with his rivals wives. Dear Mama, I can hear you cryin, youre so scared and all alone Hangman is comin down from the gallows and I dont have very long The jig is up, the news is out Theyve finally found me The renegade who had it made Retrieved for a bounty Never more to go astray The judge will have revenge today On the wanted man Oh, Mama, Im in fear for my life from the long arm of the law Hangman is comin. Eminem Dear Mama Part II Lyricsĭeathrow Thats Where m_ers is endin' upĭear mama, I'm caught up in this sickness I robbed my adversaries, but slipped and left a witness Wonder if they'll catch me, or will this n_ snitch Should I shoot his b_, or make the n_ rich? Don't wanna commit murder, but d_ they got me trapped Hawkin while I'm walkin, and talkin behind my back I'm kind of schizophrenic, I'm in this s_ to win it Cause life's a Wheel of, Fortune here's my chance to spin it Got no time for cops, who trip and try to catch me Too f_in trigger happy, to let them suckers s_ me n_z gettin jealous (jealous) tryin to find my stash Whip out the nine, now I'ma dive and pump your a_ Peter picked a pepper, but I can pick a punk s_ed him like a b_, and threw him in the trunk The punk thought I was bluffin, but swear I'm nothin nice Before I take your life, first wrestle with these, mics I listen to him scream, Tray Deee went insane I guess the little, mites had finally found his brain New Rovers pull me over, I'm sentenced to the pen Remember that little, bird, he snitched and told a, friend It's trouble on my mind, I'm with the old timers And f_ five-oh, blaow blaow.