All She Wrote solo version - Eminem

Chorus:
Now I don't really care what you call me
You can even call me cold
These bitches know as soon as they saw me
It's never me to get the privilege to know 'em
I roll like a desperado, now I never know where I'm gonna go
Still I ball like there's no tomorrow
Until it's over with, that's all she wrote

Verse 1:
You're staring straight into a barrel of hate, terrible fate
Not even a slim chance to make a narrow escape
Cupid shot his arrow and missed
Wait, Sarah, you're late, your train left
Mascara and eggs smeared on your face
Night's over, goodbye, hoe, I thought that I told ya the spilled nut ain't nothing to cry over
Never shoulda came within Range of my Rover
Shoulda known I was trouble soon as I rolled up
Any chick who's dumb enough out there I blind fold her
She still comes back to my crib
Must want me to mess with her mind, hold up
She must've took me for some high roller
But I won't buy her a soda
Unless it's Rock'n'roll Cola
Buy you a bag of fritos, I wouldn't let you eat the fucking chip on my shoulder
If you was bleach and I was hair, I wouldn't dye for ya
Tryna pull 5 bucks from me is like tryna pulling 5 molars
You get your eyes swole up
I'm on my straight grizzly
So why would I buy you a gay-ass teddy bear?
Bitch, you're already bi-polar

Chorus:
Now I don't really care what you call me
You can even call me cold
These bitches know as soon as they saw me
It's never me to get the privilege to know 'em
I roll like a desperado, now I never know where I'm gonna go
Still I ball like there's no tomorrow
Until it's over with, that's all she wrote

Verse 2:
You told me on this hoe tip, best tip I could give you to hip you
Was never let these traits trick you
Mighty ambiguous of you to think I love you, slut, shit
Dig you a hole, take the shovel and dig you some dignity bitch
Shit, you talk 'bout some advice that sticks wit' you
If I should listen to anyone tell me to stick to my guns
Like double stick, it's you, but fuck 'em tip, it's cold
It's chilling like and feeling like the penguin in its fucking igloo eatin' fudgesicles
I'd rather slip and fall in shit than fall in love wit' you
'fore I tie a fucking knot I'd tie you in one bitch
You think this is some Nintendo game, how fucking dumb is you
I'll give you some mumps 'fore I split some lump somes wit' you
So here's a penny for your thoughts
But it won't buy you a chesseburger, although a nickle might just get you one pickle
Fuck it, it's official, so blow the whistle, I got a trust issue
That's a bombshell, scud missle
I got this cuss at you to fucking cuss at you
Like before I rap there was some motherfucking stud
Slut, this will teach you not to come stumbling my way fo' shizzle
I still live like I bought you the Gilbert slot checks stob bizzle
So fuck sissors these checkers are bust like a blood blister

Chorus:
Now I don't really care what you call me
You can even call me cold
These bitches know as soon as they saw me
It's never me to get the privilege to know 'em
I roll like a desperado, now I never know where I'm gonna go
Still I ball like there's no tomorrow
Until it's over with, that's all she wrote

Verse 3:
I guess life is a bitch, ain't it, tip
And each one thinks they the shit
Shirt off my back
I wouldn't give you the dirt off my handkerchief
I'm giving these hoes a dose of there own medicine
Let 'em get a good taste of it
I'm sure you got that relationship memo by now
But in case you didn't I'mma stick this whole pad full of sticky notes to your forehead and staple it
Life is too short and I got no time to sit around just wasting it
So I pace this shit a little bit quicker
That clock I'm racing and double timing it
But I still spit triple the amount of insults in a tenth of the time
It may take you pricks to catch on
While you strong arm like Stretch Armstrong
Man I still say K-mart like there's an apostrophe "S" on it, dog
And they say McDonald's isn't a restaurant, well I guess I'm wrong
But if you gon' tell me that the A&W ain't the spot for the best hot dogs, you can get the "F" on dawg

Chorus:
Now I don't really care what you call me
You can even call me cold
These bitches know as soon as they saw me
It's never me to get the privilege to know 'em
I roll like a desperado, now I never know where I'm gonna go
Still I ball like there's no tomorrow
Until it's over with, that's all she wrote, all she wrote, all she wrote
I said it's over with, that's all she wrote, all she wrote, all she wrote
Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote