Bizzare:

Bizzare:
Echo
Music, reality, sometimes it's hard to tell the difference
But we as entertainers have a responsibility to these kids
Psyche! 

Eminem:
If I were to die murdered in cold blood tomorrow
Would you feel sorrow or show love
Or would it matter
Can never be the lead-off batter of things [bad word] for me to feed off
I'm see-saw battlin
But theres way too much at stake for me to be fake
There's too much on my plate
And I came way too far in this game to turn and walk away
And not say what I got to say
What the [bad word] you take me for? a joke? you smokin crack?
Before I do that, I beg Mariah to take me back
I get up 'for i get down, run myself in the ground, 'for I put some wack [bad word] out
I'm tryin-a smack this one out the park, five-thousand mark
Ya'll steady tryin to drown the shark
Ain't gonna do nothin but [bad word] me off
Lid to the can of whoop [bad word]  just twist me off
See me leap out, pull the piece out, [bad word] shootin i'm just trying to knock his teeth out [bad word] with me now, [bad word]  let's see you freestyle
Talk is cheap, [bad word] if you're really feeling froggish, leap
Yo slim, you gonna let him get away with that?
He tried to play you, you can't let him skate with that
Man I hate this [bad word]  this ain't rap, 
This is crazy the way we act 
When we confuse hip-hop with real life when the music stops 

Swift:
There ain't no getting rid of McVeigh
If so you woulda tried
The only way I'm leavin this [bad word] is suicide
I have died clinically, arrived back at my enemy's crib with hennesy, 
Got drunk then I finished he
I'm every [bad word] s favorite arch-enemy. 
Physically [bad word] to be the most dangerous [bad word] with beef
I spark willingly with a dillinger in the dark dilligently
I'm not what you think
I appear to be [bad word] up
Mentally endangered
I can't stay away from a razor
I just want my face in a paper
I wish a [bad word] had a grenade to squeeze tight to awake neighbors for acres
I murder you
Danger had me turned into a mad man, son of sam, [bad word]  I'm surgical
I'l allergic to dyin, you think not? you got balls? We can see how large
When the music stops 

Kon Artist:
I was happy having a deal at first,
Thought money would make me happy but
It only made my pain worst,
It hurts when u see ur friends turn their back on u dawg
When u ain't got nothing left but ur word and ur balls
N ur stress full of cause
Of ur new friends they beggin with their hands out
Checking for ur record when its selling
When it aint, that's the end, no laughs
No friends no girl
Just the gin u drink till u car spin u then 
Screech [bad word]  
Crash
U slam into the wall and u fall
Out the car, trying to crawl with one arm
About to lose it all in a pool of alcohol
If my funeral's tomorrow, wonder if they would even call when the music stops

Kuniva:
Let's see how many of your men loyal,
When i pull up looking for you,
With a pistol sipping on a can of pennzoil
I'm revved up, who said what would lead bust ur head would just explode
With red stuff i'm hand cuffed tossed in the paddy wagon 
Braggin about how u shot it like a coward, bullets devour you showered you
Niggars, if i was u niggas, i'll run while given the chance
Understand i can enchance the spirit of man
Death itself, it can't hurt me, just the thought of dying alone that really
Hurts me, u ain't worthy to speak thoughts of cheap talk
Be smart and stop trying to walk how g's walk before we spark
Hug the floor while we plan to the war with ur life, [bad word] the tour and the mic
I'll rather [bad word] a [bad word] with a knife, deliver that [bad word] the coroner's like
You high hype poppin' [bad word] in broad day light [bad word] ur a gonna at night 

When The Music Stops