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Kamikaze Eminem I don't think this typhoon's letting up any time soon, here I go
Eyes closed, blindfolded, I'm 'bout to

Okay, (Fack) how do I say this? (Fack)
Last year (Fack) didn't work out so well for me (Fack) Smash into everyone
(Fack last year, Fack, last year can eat a dick) Crash into everything
2018, (Fack) well (Fack) Back and I've just begun, fack 2017
Fack, fack on everyone
Hah, yeah, I'm a fuckin' kamikaze crashin' into everything Fack, fack on everyone
You beat me, Islamic Nazi, that means there is no such thing Fack, fack on everyone
I've been goin' for your jugular since Craig G, Duck Alert I'm a Kamikaze, gonna
Wedgie in my underwear, the whole bedsheet and the
comforter Smash into everyone
Crash like an F-15
Stuck up in my rectal crack, kiss my disrespectful ass Damage already done
I'll ride through your cul-de-sac Y'all should've let me be
Window cracked, bumpin' your reference tracks Fack, fack on everyone
You-you collaborative effort rap Fack, fack on everyone
I-I have never said his raps Fack, fack on everyone
O-Overstayed my welcome, stepped in crap I'm a Kamikaze, gonna
And ruined your welcome mat
Smash
So spit that shit from the heart Kamikaze, kamikaze
You didn't write like you wrote it (Wrote it) Kami, kami-kaze, kamikaze, kami-kamikaze
While I teabag the microphone 'cause I go nuts on it (On it) Take a loook at what I've done
Like a fighter jet lined with explosives that'll strike any moment
Headed right at opponents and I am the fucking pilot that flown I heard your freestyle on Shade 45, that shit was embarrassing
it There is no way we ever air that shit again, I guarantee that
I'm 'bout to Wait, that shit was so ass
It's something we wouldn't dare re-air it
Smash into everyone Shit's embarrassing, as me rear-ending Tara Reid bare
Crash into everything
Back and I've just begun, fack 2017 In my therapy chair, my dick is the hair length of Cher
Fack, fack on everyone Each nut is the chair width of an acorn, stairlift beware of me
Fack, fack on everyone Lyrically I'm terrible, better get your lyrics prepared
Fack, fack on everyone Richard Ramirez is here
I'm a Kamikaze, gonna Serial killin' every beat there is, but wait
Smash into everyone Wait, got the eeriest feelin', somethin' evil is lurkin'
Crash like an F-15 I'm no conspiracy theorist but somethin' here is a foot
Damage already done Oh yeah, it's my dick
Y'all should've let me be Get the measurin' stick (What?)
Fack, fack on everyone Twelve inches of wood (Haha)
Fack, fack on everyone Wait, but I've been goin' for your jugular since Craig G, Duck
Fack, fack on everyone Alert
I'm a Kamikaze, gonna And I've come to pay respects 'cause if you sleep, you're fucked
I turned to rap 'cause it made me feel tough when I wasn't Other words, you get laid to rest
(Wasn't) And I hope your butt is hurt
From the moment I heard rap was cussin', I was in (Was in) Put me on a track, I go cray on it like a color book
Which is why I identify with the guy You got some views, but you're still below me
Who I was invented by, Dre's Frankenstein Mine are higher, so when you compare our views, you get
Energized like a nine volt, ice cold like Snake Eyes overlooked
Twice in a row on a dice roll And I don't say the hook unless I wrote the hook
But if the only reason I blowed is 'cause I'm white though And now I'm just freestylin' in the vocal booth
Why don't every other white rapper sell what I sold? (Ooh) And you know I've always spoke the truth
Kamikaze pilot, I wrote my suicide note You lyin' through your teeth so much, you broke a tooth
Here come the guys in white coats tryin' to stop me And it ain't somethin' I need a phone to do
'Fore I jump behind the controls and try to fly into foes When I say I can't wait 'til I get ahold of you
'Cause I'm takin' y'all with me when I go cyclone And I don't know what I'm s'posed to do
Line up the rappers, take my pic like a photo shoot
Fall Dre said, "Hold your head up" Kathy Griffin
Stackin' ammunition, slap the clip and cock it back on
You know, everybody's been tellin' me what they think about competition
me for the last few months This is how I shot ahead (pew)
It's too loud Gabby Gifford, my attack is viscous, Jack the Ripper, back in
Maybe it's time I tell 'em what I think about them business
Can't hear it coming down the hallway stairs from the parking Tyler create nothing, I see why you called yourself a f', bitch
lot It's not just 'cause you lack attention
It's too loud It's because you worship D12's balls, you're sack-rilegious
Three's not a crowd all up in it Slow fire If you're gonna critique me, you better at least be as good or
Don't fall on my face Don't fall on my faith, oh better
Don't fall on my fate Don't fall on my faith, oh Get Earl the Hooded Sweater, whatever his name is
Don't fall on my fate Don't fall on my To help you put together some words, more than just two
letters
Gotta concentrate, against the clock I race The fans waited for this moment
Got no time to waste, I'm already late, I got a marathoner's Like that feature when I stole the show
pace Sorry if I took forever
Went from addict to a workaholic, word to Dr. Dre in that first
marijuana tape Don't fall on
Guess I got a chronic case Just remember, I was here before you
And I ain't just blowin' smoke, 'less it's in your mama's face And I'll be here after you make your run-in for you
I know this time Paul and Dre, they won't tell me what not to Detractors, I might have to fuck Pitchfork with a corkscrew
say Just what the doctor ordered Revenge is the best medicine
And though me and my party days have all pretty much Increase the dose, from least to most
parted ways Then tell the Grammys to go and fuck themselves
You'd swear to God I've forgot I'm the guy that made "Not They suck the blood from all the biggest artists like some
Afraid" leeches
One last time for Charlamagne So they nominate 'em, get 'em there, get a name to MC the
If my response is late, it's just how long it takes show
To hit my fuckin' radar, I'm so far away Every parasite needs a host (ha)
These rappers are like Hunger Games Then give Album of the Year to somebody that no one's ever
One minute, they're mocking JAY even heard of
Next minute, they get they style from Migos or they copy All I know is I wrote every single word of everything I ever
Drake murdered
Maybe I just don't know when to turn around and walk away Time to separate the sheep from goats (yeah)
But all the hate, I call it "Walk on Water" gate And I got no faith in your writers, I don't believe in ghosts
I've had as much as I can tolerate When rap needed it most, I was that wing and a prayer
I'm sick and tired of waitin', I done lost my patience A beacon of hope put a B-I-R-D in the air
I can take all of you motherfuckers on at once Somewhere, some kid is bumping this while he lip-syncs in
You wanted Shady? You got him! the mirror
That's who I'm doin' it for, the rest I don't really even care
Don't fall on my But you would think I'm carryin' a Oxford dictionary in my
pocket
Somebody tell Budden before I snap, he better fasten it
How I'm buryin' these artists
Or have his body bag get zipped
On a scale of turnt you're minus
The closest thing he's had to hits is smacking bitches
Mine says very, yours says hardly
And don't make me have to give it back to Akademiks
And what's scary is you probably can compare me to your car
Say this shit is trash again, I'll have you twisted
'Cause I'm just barely gettin' started (woo)
Like you had it when you thought you had me slippin' at the
And far as Lord Jamar, you better leave me the hell alone
telly
Or I'll show you an Elvis clone
Even when I'm gettin' brain, you'll never catch me with a thot
Walk up in this house you own
Lacking with it, "He ain't spit like this on his last shit"
Thrust my pelvic bone
Hoe, you better go back and listen
Use your telephone, then go fetch me the remote
You know me better, thinkin' I'll slow or let up
Put my feet up and just make myself at home
Call it trap 'cause it's a total setup
I belong here, clown!
Hopin' that you rappers fall in that
Don't tell me 'bout the culture
I inspire the Hopsins, the Logics, the Coles, the It's too loud
Seans, the K-Dots, the 5'9"s, and oh Can't hear it coming down the hallway stairs from the parking
Brought the world 50 Cent, you did squat lot
Piss and moan, but I'm not gonna fall, bitch! (Yeah) It's too loud
Three's not a crowd all up in it
Slow Fire
Not Alike We can spit it for ya, advance

I'm fit to be king, you're cut out to fit in Prince pants
Yeah Brain dead, eye drops
You niggas
Pain meds, Cyclops They bed, iPod
Maybach, my Bach Trainwrecks, sidewalks
Payless, high-tops K-Fed, iHop Playtex, icebox That's how much we have in common
We are not alike, there's not alike us
That's how much we have in common (yeah!)
That's how much we have in common (whoa!) You say you're affiliated with murderers, killers (ayy)
Up on this mic, when we're on it The people you run with are thuggin' (gang)
That's how much we have in common (yeah!) But you're just a wanna be gunner (gang)
That's how much we have in common (woo!) Like you was gonna do somethin'
That's how much we have in common Actin' like you catchin' bodies (ayy)
We are not alike, there's not alike us on the mic (yeah!) And you got juice, lil' youngin', you're buggin'
You ain't never even been charged in connection with battery
I don't do Jordans and Audemars
Bitch, you ain't plugged into nothin'
I do explosions and Molotovs
Rap God spit lyrical bullets (boom)
Y'all blowin' smoke as if y'all ain't washed
And gats cock, your partners better tool up
I blow the smoke from the car exhaust
This has not to do with muscular
Flyin' to a party I am not invited to, feelin' like the streets need me
But have guns for sure, you better put a
(whoa)
Strap on, in other words if you're a Gunner
I ain't gotta dance long as my Ferrari Spider move, like C Breezy
Roll up with your (gang)
I don't gotta hire goons, I'd rather try to buy the moon, and breathe
You're gon' need a arsenal
freely
'Cause this bar is over your head
The sky is blue, the tie is new, the Masarati white and cool like G-
So you better have arms if you're gonna pull up (skrt)
Eazy
Oh, you run the streets, huh?
Why these dudes tryna figure out how to do a freestyle as fly as me?
Now you wanna come and fuck with me, huh?
I'm confused tryin' to figure out how to do Kapri Styles and Mya G
This little cock-sucker, he must be feelin' himself
Everybody doin' chick joints, probably rob these little dudes at fist
He wants to keep up
point
His tough demeanor, so he does a feature
'Member everybody used to bite Nickel, now everybody doin' Bitcoin
Decides to team up with Nina
We don't got nothin' in common (no!)
But next time you don't gotta use Tech N9ne
We don't got nothin' in common (no!)
If you wanna come at me with a sub, Machine Gun
Y'all into stuff like doubled-up Styrofoam cups on them uppers-and-
And I'm talkin' to you but you already know who the fuck you are,
downers (woo!)
Kelly
I'm into stuff like doublin' commas
I don't use sublims and sure as fuck don't sneak-diss
Find me a brother who's solid
But keep commentin' on my daughter Hailie
To count the shit up and then bust the shit down
I keep on tellin' motherfuckers, bitches, in case you forgot
If the cops hit us up, we can flush the shit down
Really I need jaw memories, jaw like strawberry or pineapple, apricot
We can not give a fuck, shit, a fuckin' colonic
jelly
Sellin' your cock and your butt for a follower
I respond, rarely but this time Shady
Possible couple of dollars, you powder sniff
'Bout to sound off like a fuckin' cocked semi Glock
Now you're slippin', call it a power trip
Demigod, let me put a fuckin' silencer on this little non-threatenin'
A product of politics
blond fairy
Y'all went from profit and toppin' the charts
Cornball takin' shots at me
To dropped in the park in a pile of shit
You're not ready, fool, break yourself like Rock Steady Crew
Knowledge is power, but powerless if you got it and you do not
Obviously, I'm not gettin' through
acknowledge it
We can get it poppin' like Redenbach, lettin' off like Remy Ma
Y'all music sound like Dr. Seuss inspired it
Heavy artillery, Godzilla harsh with a hard shell
Hirin' strippers, prostitutes retirin'
With a motherfuckin' heart bigger than Bizarre's belly At minimal, I'm fuckin' these syllables
Only time you'll ever say, I lost I let them lick on my genitals
You'll be talkin' 'bout Fetty Wap, better call Diddy I'm a fuckin' invisible, indefensible, despicable difficult prick, a little bit
Just to try to get me off and you better hope I don't call Trick Trick unpredictable
Bitch, this shit don't fly in our city I spit the formidable, that you bitches are fuckin' with the original
Punk, you don't disrespect OG's, R.I.p. Prodigy I consider me and Nickel identical
Sold Dre my soul and I told him But not us, the only thing we have in common's I'm a dick and you
The moment he signed me that I'll be the most hated, though made it suck
So that there's no shame, it's okay to own it 'cause life is a bitch, Otherwise one has nothin' to do with the other
she's a bow-legged hoe None comes close to
But now days are over, I Harvey Weinstein, a bathrobe hangin' over Skunk, bug, soldier
My code name is Groper, I role play with lotion Tongue, shrub, shoulder
I fucked the whole world then I throw away the Trojan One month older
Old lederhosen with home-made explosives, I blow eighty holes in Sponge, mob, colder
you Nun, rug, holster
Don't make me go in, I OJ the flows and I'm insult to injury Lug nut, coaster
Rolaids to Goldman, I'm throat spray and Motrin, I throated Nicole Lung, jug, roaster
As they both there to choke and my whole blade is soakin' Young Thug poster
I double-edge sworded 'cause one place Unplugged toaster
I poke and I stick and I turn and I rotatin' motion
Invisible with the pen, I'm at the pinnacle
Of sick individuals, stick my dick and put the tip in
You set a mark too high when platinum sales are looked at as a
failure
Then you better take it back to the shelter
Greatest And Hamburger Helper, 'cause damn it I'm still the
Motherfuckers talkin' crazy (yeah), sayin' I should quit (yeah)
I fuckin' tell 'em make me (bitch), eat a fuckin' dick (yeah) Greatest in the world, greatest in the world, greatest in the world
I'm feelin' like the greatest (woo), on the beat who ever did it (No lie) I might be
Mike WiLL the one who made it, it's Shady on the lyrics The best to ever do it, the best to ever do it, the best to ever do it
I feel like the greatest, woke up to honkies sounding like me
I'm somewhat outlandish they say Never be as good, never be as good
You say we're cut from the same cloth Packing up wife-beaters, white t-shirts, white-I'm the greatest
But I guess you fabricate, eh?
You better bring more men than the Latter Day Saints So you sold 10 million albums, eh? (What?)
Manic states, Steven Paddock with automatic stay spray Only problem is, you put out 10 million albums, eh? (Haha)
At anything that may stand in they way Wait, what was I just about to say?
As I stand at the bay window with a hand grenade Oh yeah, let me get this out the way
And a trey eight, at the Mandalay Bay I know there's people that are pissed about the way I
Common sense, I'm a dollar short and a day late mispronounced the name "DIE ANTWOORD!"
James Holmes at the Saturday Batman matinee Fuck, I still can't say the shit
Must have missed my CAT scan that day But how quickly they forget who the fuck I was
I just threw a Tampax at Dre Now Ninja try to duck my slugs, you let your girl get fucked by
Trashcan, Tascam and ashtray Muggs I'd like to give a shout to Cypress
I'm turning back to a madman, can't take This can't be real, you dissed me and I was just tryin' to
Anymore but I try to get away from the anger and rage Give you a shout, now get the fuck out my rhyme book
My basal ganglia's an A to the K No more shiners, already too much time took, and rappers
Get your ass spayed like bidets breakin' your legs I hear you talkin' shit, I'm just too big to respond to it
Eight different ways, aim for the waist, you chumps don't God forbid I forget, go and jump out the window
Even know how to do somethin' Somebody better child-proof it
To give goosebumps a day when you say 'Cause if I lose it we can rewind to some old Ja Rule shit
That somethin' you won't give someone a lump in their throat And I can remind motherfuckers how I do shit
If you had 'em choked up you'd be yankin' my chain You don't got the tools, I got my toolkit, I bullshit you not
Feel like I'm headed for a padded cell, the Y'all fools just forgot that I'm so fuckin' awful with the thoughts
Bar for me what I rap isn't fair but And when I'm hostile and impossible to stop
Guess that's the standard I'm held to So you call it a nostril 'cause it's not gonna ever
But if somethin' like that doesn't tell ya I'll never let up on the pedal, might as well get the mop
'Cause I'm wipin' everyone up in this genre 'Til I run out of gun powder and split the scene
'Cause on the mic I feel like I'm the Hold the mic similar to pistol, squeeze
And I shoot from the hip when I grip them things
Oh yeah, and one more thing I want to mention Is you're one And my lips and the clips got the SIG lit like it's nicotine
dimension Trigger me and Slim gets mean
I'm a monkey wrench and I can flunk detention Bars are like bullets when I spit them schemes
I love contentions so welcome to the gun convention That's why I call the motherfuckers M-16's
Muscles flexin', gotta strut like a front suspension Float like a butterfly, I'm gonna sting like a bee, you ain't harmin' a
And you just stuck the key up in the ignition thing
And gave me enough gas to flood my engine (yeah) I hit a ding hard as I'm gonna swing
Psychopath, Michael's Jack's blowin' up like a raft I'm gonna need to put my arm in a sling
I just slapped Vlad with a ISIS flag But like a wedding band you gotta be diamond to even climb in
Bet you I come back twice as bad (uh) the ring
Revival didn't go viral An anomaly, I'm Muhammad Ali
Denaun and Royce tell me that I should take the high road 'Cause I knew one day I'm gonna be theGreatest in the world,
Fuck that, I'm finna hit back greatest in the world, greatest in the world (No lie) I might
Stepping Stone But it's almost as if sometimes we're not even friends
Which reminded me Biz, "Rockstar" was the shit
Take me to the river Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Y'all coulda got you a hit without me on the shit
If you woulda put D12 on it, wish I coulda did
It's 2002, everything was totally new
More than try talkin' you into comin' up off of it
We were globally huge, watchin' sales go through the roof
I know it wasn't my fault, but part of it probably is
We wrote and we feuded, Runyon Avenue soldiers included
I think of all of the trips to BET
A multitude of homies who would bounce for no good excuse
We were so bulletproof—wrote, souped and soaked in our youth
And the rappers I wish that we woulda politicked with
Thought we was runnin' shit 'til we lost the sole of our shoe
Maybe y'all coulda clicked and got you some features
The death of Doody broke us in two
But that's water under the bridge
We were thrown for a loop, ain't none of us know what to do
But I'm washin' my sins in it 'til my conscience is cleansed
And at the time I was goin' through my own struggles too
So I wasn't in no condition to be coachin' us through If I could leave this all behind
Everyone tried to go solo, really nobody blew I could open up my eyes and walk in a straight line
I was hopin' they do, so I ain't have to shoulder the crew Down to the river with you
The plan was put everyone in position so that they knew Help me leave this all behind
How to stand on their own, and I don't wanna open up wounds
I just noticed that oomph was gone when we go in the booth I'ma wash away my sins
'Cause the truth is, the moment that Proof died, so did the group I'ma rinse away this dirt
I forgot to make amends
Shoot...
To all the friends I may have hurt
If I could leave this all behind I better stop and say my grace
I could open up my eyes and walk in a straight line From it I pray that I don't fall
'Cause on the way back down I may
Down to the river with you
End up runnin' back into them all
Help me leave this all behind
I never meant to use you all as my stepping stones
I'ma wash away my sins I'ma rinse away this dirt
Bacardi and Hen', never thought the party would end
I forgot to make amends To all the friends I may have hurt
One minute you're bodyin' shit, but then your audience splits
I better stop and say my grace From it I pray that I don't fall
You can already sense the climate is startin' to shift
To these kids you no longer exist
'Cause on the way back down I may
Went from rainin' cats and dogs in this bitch
End up runnin' back into them all
To tiny drops, little drips
I never meant to use you all as my stepping stones
And by the time your reign is over, you'll hardly be missed
It was never the same, and it's bothered me since You start thinkin' of all the artists you dissed
And the farther we drift apart, the more awkward it gets All the carnage you left, is this the kind of karma you get
The more time goes by, the more life happens For turnin' your fuckin' back on Bizzy, Kuniva and Swift?
And we gotta be men, we got responsibilities A Freudian slip, subconsciously, I honestly wished
Plus we don't say how we feel I ain't feel so much guilt and y'all didn't harbor resentment
And I feel like this is what got us in the debacle we're in But it's hard to pretend that y'all ain't got none
Been with you guys thick and thin I just wish I had words, but I guess there just are none for this
To my partners, I can't say how sorry I am The less is left for closure, so let's let this go
This is not how I planned for our story to end It's not goodbye to our friendship, but D12 is over
I love all of you men
But I just can't be the guy everybody depends I'ma wash away my sins
On for entire careers 'cause that's not even fair
I will always be here, but that spark isn't there I'ma rinse away this dirt
And I don't know how to recapture that time and that era I forgot to make amends
I've tried hearkening back to, but I'm fightin' for air To all the friends I may have hurt
I'm barely chartin' myself I better stop and say my grace
From it I pray that I don't fall
Feels like I'm on the descent, but it was not my intent 'Cause on the way back down I may
To treat y'all like a stepping stone End up runnin' back into them all
Though I ain't left no one behind, but we been down every road I never meant to use you all as my stepping stones
Done all we possibly can, I know we kept our hopes up I never mant to make you feel like my stepping stones
But the longer we spend livin' this lie that we live I never meant to use you all for my stepping stones
The Ringer Maybe your cup's full of syrup and lean

Maybe I need to stir up shit
Preferably shake the world up if it were up to me
Yeah, yo I'm just gonna write down my first thoughts Paul wants me to chill, y'all want me to ill
And see where this takes me I should eat a pill, probably I will
'Cause I feel like I wanna punch the world in the fuckin' face right Old me kill the new me, watch him bleed to death
now I breathe on the mirror, I don't see my breath
Yeah, let me explain just how to make greatness Possibly I'm dead, I must be possessed
Straight out the gate, I'm 'bout to break you down Like an evil spell, I'm E-V-I-L (evil, but spelled)
Ain't no mistakes allowed, but make no mistake I'm 'bout Jam a Crest Whitestrip in the tip of my dick with an ice pick
To rape the alphabet, I may raise some brows Stick it in a vice grip, hang it on a spike fence
If I press the issue just to get the anger out (brrr) Bang it with a pipe wrench
Full magazine could take Staples out While I take my ball sack and flick it like a light switch
Savage, but ain't thinkin' 'bout no bank account Like Vice President Mike Pence
But bitch I'm off the chain like Kala Brown Back up on my shit in a Sidekick as I lay it on a spike strip
Motherfucker, shut the fuck up when I'm talkin', lil' bitch These are things that I'd rather do than hear you on a mic
I'm sorry, wait, what's your talent? Oh, critiquin' Since nine-tenths of your rhyme is about ice and
My talent? Oh, bitch, I don't know who the fuck y'all are Jesus Christ man, how many times is someone gonna fuck on my
To give a sub-par bar, even have an opinion or view bitch?
You mention me, millions of views, attention in news (Fuck my side chick!)
I mention you, lose-lose for me, win-win for you You won't ever see Em icy, but as cold as I get on the M-I-C
Billions of views, your ten cents are two I polarize shit so the Thames might freeze
Skim through the music to give shit reviews And your skull might split like I bashed you upside it
To get clicks, but bitch, you just lit the fuse Bitch I got the club on smash like a nightstick (yeah)
Don't get misconstrued, business as us' Turn down for what? I ain't loud enough
Shit-list renewed, so get shit to do Nah, turn the Valium up!
Or get dissed 'cause 'Cause I don't know how I'm gonna get your mouths to shut
I just don't get what the fuck half the shit is that you're listening to Now when it doesn't matter what caliber I spit at
Do you have any idea how much I hate this choppy flow I'll bet a hundred thousand bucks
Everyone copies though? Probably no You'll just turn around and just be like, "Man, how the fuck
Get this fuckin' audio out my Audi yo, adios Sourpuss gonna get mad just 'cause his album sucks
I can see why people like Lil' Yachty, but not me though And now he wants to take it out on us?" (Ooouuu)
Not even dissin', it just ain't for me But last week, an ex-fan mailed me a copy
All I am simply is just an emcee Of The Mathers LP to tell me to study
Maybe "Stan" just isn't your cup of tea It'll help me get back to myself and she'll love me (ooouuu)
I mailed the bitch back and said if I did that
I'd just be like everyone else in the fucking industry Maybe the vocals should have been auto-tuned
Especially an effing Recovery clone of me (NFing) And you would have bought it
So finger-bang, chicken wang, MGK, Iggy 'Zae But sayin' I no longer got it
Lil' Pump, Lil' Xan imitate Lil' Wayne 'Cause you missed the line and never caught it
I should aim at everybody in the game, pick a name 'Cause it went over your head, because you're too stupid to get it
I'm fed up with being humble 'Cause you're mentally retarded but pretend to be the smartest
And rumor is I'm hungry, I'm sure you heard rumblings With your expertise and knowledge, but you'll never be an artist
I heard you wanna rumble like an empty stomach And I'm harder on myself than you could ever be regardless
I heard your mumblin' but it's jumbled in mumbo-jumbo What I'll never be is flawless, all I'll ever be is honest
The era that I'm from will pummel you Even when I'm gone they're gonna say I brought it
That's what it's comin' to Even when I hit my forties like a fuckin' alcoholic
What the fuck are you gonna do when you run into? With a bottle full of malt liquor
I'm gonna crumble you and I'll take a number two But I couldn't bottle this shit any longer
And dump on you if you ain't Joyner The fact that I know that I'ma hit my bottom
If you ain't Kendrick or Cole or Sean then you're a goner If I don't pull myself from the jaws of defeat and rise to my feet
I'm 'bout to bring it to anyone in this bitch who want it I don't see why y'all even started with me
I guess when you walk into BK you expect a Whopper I get in beefs, my enemies die
You can order a Quarter Pounder when you go to McDonald's I don't ceasefire 'til at least all are deceased
But if you're lookin' to get a porterhouse you better go get Revival I'm eastside, never be caught slippin'
But y'all are acting like I tried to serve you up a slider
Now you see why I don't sleep Has the court of public opinion reached a verdict
Not even a wink, I don't blink Or still yet to be determined?
I don't doze off, I don't even nod to the beats 'Cause I'm determined to be me, critique the worship
I don't even close my fuckin' eyes when I sneeze But if I could go back I'd at least reword it
"Aw, man! That BET cypher was weak, it was garbage And say I empathize with the people this evil serpent
The Thing ain't even orange, oh my God, that's a reach!" Sold the dream to that he's deserted
Shout to all my colorblind people, each and every one of y'all But I think it's workin'
If you call a fire engine green, aquamarine These verses are makin' him a wee bit nervous
Or you think water is pink And he's too scurred to answer me with words
"Dawg, that's a date, " "Looks like an olive to me" 'Cause he knows that he will lyrically get murdered
"Look, there's an apple!" "No it's not, it's a peach!" But I know at least he's heard it
So finger-bang, Pootie Tang, Burger King, Gucci Gang, dookie, 'Cause Agent Orange just sent the Secret Service
dang To meet in person to see if I really think of hurtin' him
Charlamagne gonna hate anyway Or ask if I'm linked to terrorists
Doesn't matter what I say I said, "Only when it comes to ink and lyricists"
Give me Donkey of the Day But my beef is more media journalists
What a way for 2018 to get underway (Hold up, hold up, hold up)
But I'm gonna say everything that I wanna say I said, my beef is more meaty, a journalist
Welcome to the slaughterhouse, bitch (yeah) Can get a mouthful of flesh
Invite 'em in like a One A Day And yes, I mean eating a penis
I'm not done (preach) 'Cause they been pannin' my album to death
'Cause I feel like the beast of burden So I been givin' the media fingers
That line in the sand, was it even worth it? Don't wanna turn this to a counselling sesh
'Cause the way I see people turnin' But they been puttin' me through the ringer
Is makin' it seem worthless So I ain't ironin' shit out with the press
It's startin' to defeat the purpose But I just took this beat to the cleaners
I'm watchin' my fan base shrink to thirds
And I was just trying to do the right thing, but word
Venom (music from the

motion picture)
I got a song filled with shit for the strong-willed
When the world gives you a raw deal
Sets you off 'til you scream, "Piss off! Screw you!" Venom, (I got that) adrenaline momentum
When it talks to you like you don't belong And I'm not knowin' when I'm
Or tells you you're in the wrong field Ever gonna slow up and I'm
When something's in your mitochondrial Ready to snap any moment I'm
'Cause it latched on to you, like- Thinkin' it's time to go get 'em
They ain't gonna know what hit 'em
Knock knock, let the devil in (W-W-When they get bit with the-)
Manevolent as I've ever been, head is spinnin'
This medicine's screamin', "L-L-L-Let us in!" Venom, (I got that) adrenaline momentum
L-L-L-Like a salad bowl, Edgar Allan Poe And I'm not knowin' when I'm
Bedridden, shoulda been dead a long time ago Ever gonna slow up and I'm
Liquid Tylenol, gelatins, think my skeleton's meltin' Ready to snap any moment I'm
Wicked, I get all high when I think I've smelled the scent Thinkin' it's time to go get 'em
Of elephant manure, hell, I meant Kahlúa They ain't gonna know what hit 'em
Screw it, to hell with it, I went through hell with accelerants (W-W-When they get bit with the-)
And blew up my-my-myself again
I said knock knock, let the devil in
Volkswagen, tailspin, bucket matches my pale skin Shotgun p-p-pellets in the felt pen
Mayo and went from Hellmann's and being rail thin Cocked, fuck around and catch a hot one
Filet-o-Fish, Scribble Jam, Rap Olympics '97 Freaknik It-it's evident I'm not done
How can I be down? Me and Bizarre in Florida
Proof's room slept on the floor of 'da motel then
Dr. Dre said, "Hell yeah!"
And I got his stamp like a postcard, word to Mel-Man
And I know they're gonna hate

But I don't care, I barely can wait
To hit 'em with the snare and the bass
Square in the face, this fuckin' world better prepare to get laced
Because they're gonna taste my-
V-Venomous, the thoughts spun With the ballpoint pen I'm

Like a web and you just caught in 'em Gun cocked, bump stock, double-aught, buckshot
Held against your will like a hubcap or mud flap Tire thumper, a garrote, tie a couple knots
Beat strangler attack Fired up and caught fire, juggernaut
So this ain't gonna feel like a love tap Punk rock, bitch, it's goin' down like Yung Joc
Eat painkiller pills, fuck up the track 'Cause the Doc put me on like sunblock
Why the fuck not, you only get one shot
Like, what's her name's at the wheel? Danica Patrick
Threw the car into reverse at the Indy, a nut crashin' Ate shit 'til I can't taste it
Into ya, the back of it just mangled steel Chased it with straight liquor
My Mustang and the Jeep Wrangler grill Then paint thinner, then drank 'til I faint
With the front smashed, much as my rear fender, assassin And awake with a headache
Slim be a combination of an actual kamikaze and Gandhi And I take anything in rectangular shape
(Gandhi) Then I wait to face the demons I'm bonded to
Translation, I will probably kill us both 'Cause they're chasin' me but I'm part of you
When I end up backin' into ya So escapin' me is impossible
You ain't gonna be able to tell what the fuck's happenin' to ya
When you're bit with the- I latch onto you like a parasite
And I probably ruined your parents' life
I said knock knock, let the devil in And your childhood too
Alien, E-E-Elliott phone home 'Cause if I'm the music that y'all grew up on
Ain't no telling when this chokehold I'm responsible for you retarded fools
On this game will end, I'm loco I'm the super villain Dad and Mom was losin' their marbles to
Became a Symbiote, so You marvel that? Eddie Brock is you
My fangs are in your throat, hoe And I'm the suit, so call me-
You're snake-bitten with my, venom
Good Guy good guy
Play like you're the good guy, play like, play like
Here we go again, from heroes to villains
Play like you're the good guy
Used to be your Romeo, but we both were jilted
A couple of times, so we had a slippery slope to deal with
But still, it gave me hope
That we'll get through it together, a severed earlobe
Mailed to you in an E-N-V-E lope Alfred’s Theme
Would be dope, but
What kind of lengths can you go? Before I check the mic (check, check, one, two)
Pull a Vincent van Gogh, just to convince a damn ho I give it an extra swipe with a Lysol disinfectant wipe (good
To be a housewife who outright lies evening)
She's blackout drunk, now she's backin' out my drive Coronavirus in effect tonight
I ran outside, why's she tryna act out? Antiseptics on deck, I got every type (yeah)
She's just about my size
Hit me in the mouth twice I throw on my tux, then I (yeah) give zero fucks, then I (yeah)
Guys, when someone you die for sticks a steak knife in your heart Act like a jockstrap (uh), cup my nuts, then I (yeah)
Do you try more?
Check my ball hair (what?), make sure it's all there (yeah)
Another late night in
Then call the pallbearer (yeah)
She stumbles through my door, lets the daylight in
It's Music to Be Murdered By again, why stop?
And all we do's fight more
Overkill like a pipe bomb in your pine box
And I ain't violent
But she's goin' through my drawers to plant the K-Y in You're all hitched to my cock (what?)
I'm gettin' accused by a whore
Who smells like St. Ides and Went from punchin' a time clock to getting my shot
Who has probably screwed five more guys, sucked eight, nine Then treated it like a cyclops
men Like it's the only one I got
I'm takin' two by fours, to our eight by tens And my thoughts are like nines cocked (chk-chk)
Bitch, it's you I tore, out the frame, I win Every line's obscene, pervertedest mind, got the dirtiest rhyme
Put up a new high score, beat this game I'm in stocked
And here's some two-ply for That's why there's parental advising (visine) every time I drop
When you date my friends, in order to wipe your ass (eye drop)
When you moved your bowels
When we renewed our vows So throw on the theme to Alfred, I'll channel him like the Panama
This the thanks I get? Canal
I'm waitin' for the day But how could I get up in arms about you saying trash is all that I
I can hear you say, "Marshall, what a skank I've been put out?
And there's a new guy, you're being replaced by him" Bitch, I still get the bag when I'm putting garbage out
Got your tubes tied for him
Plus, the potty mouth, I'm not about to wash it out
Got that boob job for him
The filthiest, so all this talk about "I'm washed up", how
Hurts me to my core
preposterous
But the pain I'm in
Because if cleanliness is next to godliness
After you, I swore To make the gray skies end
Here come the rays like when It's obvious that it's impossible for me to be beside myself
You get a pay hike, and, am I the good guy, or
And I'm 'bout that capital like a proper noun
Do I just play like him and hope that he dumps you?
It's like a dream come true, just to scream "Fuck you" Still on top the pile
Guess you take life in the same way you play dice then Got me sitting on numbers like a pocket dial
'Cause you just look at me and roll them little snakes eyes in Quick to call you out on your bullshit
Don't make me give that crock a dial
Since you bought the jury, they'll call me guilty, they'll call me
guilty 'Cause if I do, it's see you later, alligator
You bought the jury, they'll call me guilty, even though you know Made it out the trailer, then I made a vow to cater to no one
the real me So hate, I've gained about the same amount that's in my bank
Can't be the cheater, convincin' nonbeliever account
And I ain't in my feelings, I'm out but I let you say that you're the So here's some more shit for you to complain about, I say the
good guy Bars that never slack, but always get attacked (yeah)
'Cause this ain't what love looks like I think they're gunnin' for me, it's startin' to feel like that
You can't be the cheater, convincin' nonbeliever
Like I'm marked, 'cause when I rap, it's like fallin' on my back in a
And I ain't in my feelings, I'm out but I let you say that you're the
tar pit So until the E-N-D, since EPMD
'Cause I have this target on my back (ew, yuck) Been givin' y'all the business (yeah), D-R-E and me (yup)
From the MMLP to MTBMB (bitch)
But if I ever double-crossed my fans and lost my Stans Bitch, it's 2020, you still ain't seein' me (haha)
I'd probably pop five Xans (yeah)
Go in my garage, start my van So call me Santa Clause (Santa Clause)
Inhale as much carbon monoxide and exhaust I can 'Cause at the present (yeah), I out-rap 'em all, I'm at the mall
And doze off like Got your bitch in a bathroom stall, she could suck a basketball
(uh)
But odds like that, with these thoughts I have's Through a plastic straw (yeah) with a fractured jaw (damn)
Like a giant getting squashed by ants
If this is the test of time, I'd pass with flying colors My dick is coat check (ha), she wanna jack it off (yeah)
Like I just tossed my crayons (tossed my crayons) I'm so far past the bar, I should practice law
Mentally, I'm fucked up General Lee (duh)
Small, medium, and large size cans Dukes of Hazzard car (yeah), get the cadaver dogs
Sanitizers of all types, brands, cost nine bands 'Cause this is murder, murder and you'll get murked, murked
Which is a small price for Lysol wipes and
If my palms brush across my pants, I wash my hands This music 'bout to kill you, brr, brr (brr)
This chicken hit my phone, she said, "Chirp, chirp"
Shit, hold on, man Motherfucker I said, "Hut, hut, hike your skirt, skirt"
Happy birthday to- Fuck (shh, quiet) Then go eat some worms, like the early bird
What the fuck is love? That's a dirty word
I sit in silence in candlelit environments Make me fall in it, there's not a girl on Earth
Sipping Wild Irish while getting violent Or any other planet, that's a world of hurt
Homicidal visions when I'm spitting like this
But really I'm just fulfilling my wish of killing rhymes And I won't buy a designer, 'cause I don't pander (panda)
Which is really childish and silly, but I'm really like this But I'm back with so many knots, I need a chiropractor (damn)
I'm giving nightmares to Billie Eilish, I'm Diddy's side bitch And this the final chapter, 'cause I'm either frying after
Or they gon' give me the needle (what?) like a vinyl scratcher
What the fuck? Hold on, wait (DJ)
"I'm Diddy's side bitch?"
Oh, I'm still east side, bitch
Yeah, I'm a card, like Hallmark Even when I'm rappin' less stellar
At Walmart with a small cart buying wall art It's sour grapes, I still whine, I'm the best seller
And y'all who claim to be dogs aren't Like a trey deuce, spray you as these shots penetrate through
No bite, like a tree, mostly just all bark, arf, arf Dre's booth
And go straight through your grapefruit, no escape route
But y'all pickin' the wrong tree So you won't leave here just scathed with a few scrape wounds
They call me dog because I'm bar king (bark, bark) Your ass is grass and I am not gonna graze you
And I got a lot, yeah, like where cars park
I'd describe it as bowling (why?) ball hard (ball's hard) But if bars were semi-mac's, I'd be the Mad Hatter
'Cause I got so many caps, and you don't have any straps (nah)
'Cause the gutter's where my mind is and when So you'd be a fitted (yeah), so don't act like you fittin' to snap
It's in this frame, better split like the five and the ten Bitch, I'll pee on your head like a Phillies hat (haha)
'Cause without a second to spare, I'm strikin' again
And when the beat is up my alley, I go right for the pens (pins) No stoppin' me, you're on a window shopping spree
Bitch, you probably go broke at the Dollar Tree
The cypher begins You never buy shit, all you ever cop's a plea
I'm talkin' smack like heroin, the mic's a syringe You're always punkin' out like Halloween
It's like a binge, Vicodin, I would liken to tin You rather opt to flee, you need to stop it, punk
My mind is a recycling bin Homie, you're not a G, act like you got the pump
There's no place I never been And you're gonna cock the heat or get the Glock and dump
But I never budge and I never bend Bitch, if you shot a tree, you wouldn't pop the trunk
You hyperextend on me, this game's life, it depends Yeah, and I'm buddies with Alfred, we about to
Like adult diapers for men Disembowel them, gut 'em and scalp 'em, yeah
This is 'bout to be the bloodiest outcome
'Cause we gon' make you bleed with every cut from this album
So I'm choppin' 'em up like Dahmer

The nut job with the nuts that are bigger than Jabba the Hutt
I'm in the cut, and I'm out for the blood
It's lookin' like it's that time of the month
Carvin' 'em up with the bars while I sharpen 'em up, dog and a
mutt
I'm gonna fuck your mom in the butt with a thermometer
Fuckin' phenomenal, but
Y'all'll get cut the fuck up like abdominals if you don't vámonos
I keep droppin' like dominos, the formidable, abominable
Stompin' a mudhole in my comp even if it's off the top of the dome
Son 'em, get the Coppertone, I'm at the Stop and Go coppin' the
Mop and Glo
Got your stomach in knots like you swallowed rope
Tone Deaf
You out of pocket though, like a motherfuckin' wallet stole
Yeah, I'm sorry (huh?)
What did you say?
Wait, why'd the beat cut off?
Oh, I can't hear you
Fuck it I have an ear infucktion and I cunt finger it out (out, haha)
(I need Auto-Tune)
Yeah
It's my alter-ego's fault, these evil thoughts can be so dark

Cerebral palsy, three Zolofts
I eat those off to Rico Suave, look it up
Cadillac with a ladder rack in the back, with a cracked axel
A backpack full of Paxil
A black satchel, a nap sack and a flask full of 'gnac and Jack Daniels
Girl, let's go back, back to my castle (yeah)
I don't wanna hassle you, Alexandra
But my dick's an acronym 'cause it stands for you (oh)
You, wait, Alexandra who? (Damn)
All I know is Friday, I met you (what?)
Saturday, I'll probably forget you
Guess that's what the Molly and X do (What the fuck?)
'Cause who the fuck am I laying next to? (Eh)
But ever since D-Nice "To tha Rescue"
Feel a fresh crew (uh), been a lab rat (yeah)
From a test tube (uh), I'm goin' in like the red roof (Red Roof Inn)
You don't like it, eat a cock 'til your jaw breaks
Call it caught between a rock and a hard place
Like a sasquatch in a crawlspace
'Cause you're watching your heart race like you're Scarface
In a car chase with the cops or an arcade
Stuck inside of a Mario Kart race, stuck in saw blades
At a stop and a start pace
What I'm tryin' to say is, I'm drivin' 'em all crazy
I can't understand a word you say (I'm tone deaf)

I think this way I prefer to stay (I'm tone deaf)
I won't stop even when my hair turns grey (I'm tone deaf)
'Cause they won't stop until they cancel me (yeah, yeah)
I see the rap game then attack the verses (uh)

Turn into a graveyard packed with hearses (yeah)
Just like your funeral, I'm at your service (what?)
Pockets on stuffed like a taxidermist (woo) And life's been pretty good to me so far, for the most part
Just landed in Los Angeles when this chick Angela and her grandmother Had a couple of run-in's with popo, caught
in a tan A couple assault charges, got a few priors like crowbars
Colored van pulled up with a hand full of Xans Which is so odd 'cause I'm forty-eight now
And a substantial amount of ganja, just to ask what my That 5-0's startin' to creep up on me like a patrol car
Plans for the night are (yeah) I'll be an old fart, but you don't want no part, so bitch, don't start
I said sneakin' to the Sleep Inn for the weekend and pretend it's a five star Simmer down, compose yourself, Mozart
Yeah, or leap into the deep end of the pool, I can show you where the I ain't went nowhere, call me coleslaw
dives are 'Cause I'm out for the cabbage and I'm so raw
We don't even gotta drive far And if time is money, you have no clocks
I know this spot that is so live, but I'm tryna get some head first, like a And any folk caught within close proximity's gettin' Colt cocked
nose dive (haha) My enemies I'm a chimney give me the smoke, opps
So many side chicks, can't decide which to slide with and which should I And R.I.P. to King Von, and it don't stop, and I know not
ditch What the fuck you say? I told y'all, it ain't me, it's my alter-ego's fault
So when it comes to ass, bitch, I get behind like the Heimlich (yeah) But if y'all wanna cancel me, no prob'
Had one chick who liked to flip sometimes on some switchin' sides shit I'll tell you the same thing I told Paul
Pushed her out the side, kicked, then I flipped
The lil' white bitch off like a light switch (bitch) I can't understand a word you say (I'm tone deaf)
It's okay not to like my shit I think this way I prefer to stay (I'm tone deaf)
Everything's fine, drink your wine, bitch I won't stop even when my hair turns grey (I'm tone deaf)
'Cause they won't stop until they cancel me (I'm tone deaf)
And get offline, quit whinin', this is just a rhyme, bitch

But ask me, will I stick to my guns like adhesive tape?
Does Bill Cosby sedate once he treats the cheesecake and the decent
steak? Unaccommodating
You think gettin' rid of me's a piece of cake?
I'm harder than findin' Harvey Weinstein a date (Haha) I like a bitch that like to wobble, wobble
And that's why they say I got more lines than Black Friday Shake it, shake it, break it, break it
So save that shit for the damn library (shh) Nigga, we made it, made it, they hate it, hate it
You heard of Kris Kristofferson? (Yeah) Well, I am piss piss off'ed-eson Pro professional, pure persistent, I'm paper chasing
(oh) I hate complaining, I hated waiting, I'll pay for patience
Paul's askin' for Christmas off again But I hate to pay a bill (hate that)
I said, "No, " then I spit this song for him, it goes And I made a mil' without a major deal (I made that)
Yeah, her ass fake, but she came for real (she came, uh)
I can't understand a word you say (I'm tone deaf) Money ain't a thing, that ain't a thing for real
I think this way I prefer to stay (I'm tone deaf) That's the broke lingo (huh)
I won't stop even when my hair turns grey (I'm tone deaf) And no, ain't nothing Saweetie, this is no Quavo (Migo)
'Cause they won't stop until they cancel me (yeah, yeah, yeah) Man, I just get high, let my hoes lay low (ooh)
I just want some face but this is no facial (ooh)
Bitch, I can make an orange rhyme with banana, oranana
Do right and kill er'body, Drake mode (hello)
Eating pork rinds, sword fightin' in pajamas
Bitch, I'm tryna eat out, take your plate mode (hello)
At the crib, playin' Fortnite with your grandma
Disrespect your life and I'm in gang mode (grrr)
But I'm more like I'm 4'5" with the grammar
You can leave this earth, bitch, I'm in rake mode (huh)
Bitch, 'bout to show you why your five favorite rappers, can't touch this
I'm in cake mode (huh), I'm in brave mode, uh
But before I get the hammer, I should warn you I'm Thor-like in this
What up Marshall? I'm a martian, I'm in Wayne mode (facts)
manner
Neck wet, big drip, I'm in rain mode (drip, drip, drip)
But the day I lose sleep over you critiquin' me or
Eight niggas, eight hittas, take eight souls (brrr)
I ever let you cocksuckers eat at me
Collect pesos (huh), and I'm paid, so? (Paid)
I'd need to be a motherfuckin' pizzeria, but you ain't gettin' no cheese from
Self-made goals (hey)
me
When the pain leaves (huh)
I went from Lil' Ceasers, BLT-ses, grilled cheeses
Where does the pain go? (Where?)
Bein' dirt poor to filthy rich, I'm still me, bitch
Tip of the Backwood is where the flame goes (there)
Like a realtor, it's realty, bitch (real talk)
To the sky is where my brain goes (wow)
Aftermath, bitch, whole camp's lit
Same pack, same fiend, sellin' the same clothes (wow)
We put out fire, Dre stamps it
Pinocchio and my pistol, they got the same nose
With my cohorts, hit up Bogart
Me and my niggas gotta eat, we share the same stove (what?)
Yeah, got your whole squad yellin', "Oh, God"
Case closed, bodies in my lane, bitch, lane closed
Here comes Marshall, with no holds barred
Bitch, I'm a hurricane, you're a blow hard Game over, Thanos on you H-Os
Like your old broad, she full of semen, like the coast guard On my petty shit but I don't paint toes (yeah)
Get the plunger (plunger) 'cause Marshall and M.A go plum crazy Bitch, shut the fuck up 'fore I shoot you too
Call us liquid plumber, 'cause even Dre know (Dre know) Ain't shit I won't do just to get a few YouTube views
Beat knocks like a beefed up Detox Run up in a church like pew, pew, pew
You're gonna need three SWATs 'Cause that's what I do, do, do
Or police officers at least to pull me off of it But, even to the untrained human eye
And I don't stop We ain't the same, you and I
Please dawg, I need y'all to keep talking shit Somebody should have explained to you why
'Cause I feed off of it For you to go against me, it's simply insane, you will die (yeah)
I am the complete opposite of these retards That's why they call me Kamikaze, it's plain suicide, yeah
Who spit these weak bars, I'ma leave carnage But I know magic and here go my last trick
Each thought'll be so toxic I'm 'bout to say "Abracadabra" and pull a B Rabbit up out of my hat
It'll block the wind through your esophagus I'm about to relapse and I betcha that you won't know how to react
Stop it, cutting off your oxygen But a look of disgust, I don't doubt it'd be that
And I hit them pads like a boxing gym As I begin to fuckin' devour the track
Better watch for Slim And you backpedal that as a cowardly act
Better get to popping and when I'm at the top again Like a Saudi attack when the towers collapse
I won't topple and I'm giving it to anyone
Who wanna come and get it and I'm not gonna stop Here comes Saddam Hussein, Ayatollah Khomeini
But when they ask me Where's Osama been? I been laden lately
Is the war finished with MGK? Of course it is Look at how I'm behaving, they want me gone away
I cleansed him of his mortal sins They wanna JonBenet me (fuck you), I'm unaccommodating
I'm God and the Lord forgives
Even the devil worshippers
I'm moving on but you know your scruples are gone
When you're born with Lucifer's horns
And you're from the school of Notorious, Puba, Cube
And The Poor Righteous Teachers tutored my students
Showed them all the blueprint and formula

But it seems like the more they studied my music
The more they remind me of eyeballs
You Gon’ Learn
I'm watching my pupils get cornier (uh)
Pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon' learn
But I'm contemplating yelling, "bombs away, " on the game
All them pretty bitches leave yo' ass in the urn
Like I'm outside of an Ariana Grande concert waiting
You ain't sold your last rock, you just better earn
Here comes Saddam Hussein, Ayatollah Khomeini But I pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon' learn
Where's Osama been? I been laden lately Pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon' learn
Look at how I'm behaving, they want me gone away All them pretty bitches leave yo' ass in the urn
They wanna JonBenet me (fuck you), I'm unaccommodating You ain't sold your last rock, you just better earn
Man, I don't see why they hate me But I pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon' learn
I'm a clown like John Wayne Gacy
I'm a product of properly hoppin' up out of that poverty
They call me Kanye crazy
Profitin' off of coppin' and swappin' that property out for a possible
"APESHIT, " Beyonce, Jay-Z
monopoly
And I'm back with Andre, baby
Try not to adopt my father's old philosophies
And the doctor's operating
Same time I'm prayin' to God that everything works out at his colonoscopy
But he never put no scrubs on from Snoop, K.Dot to Shady
I'm walkin' across a suicidal tightrope intentionally
Shady like a shadow or your silhouette, intellect While the demons comin' out of me
I better check to see why you feel upset Wifey's on the side of me talkin' sense into me
'Cause I met your bitch on the internet Without she, I feel incomplete mentally, she's been sent to me
Now I'm getting head like a Pillow Pet Right there since '96, worse nightmare to side chicks, some things are just
That bimbo Kim put her lips meant to be
All the way around this bone and then blow (Deal with life)
Like a dusty cartridge from an old Nintendo This it for me, give my daughters a kiss for me
Those were the days but I bet you Y'all call this fame, I call this shit alcoholistic infamy
I'm never gonna be broke again, no Targettin' my kids and babies through population and gun control
I don't smoke but I got paper, to be blunt, I'm rolling Indo Shit make me wanna make a hunnid more
And I keep it one comma, zero, zero, zero, zero Make a bigot racist uncomfortable
Real, real, real, murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, kill If y'all against talkin' reparation then I'm not against the thought of
Nickel-plated, twenty two, two, two separation
While the politicians that are white and privileged
Ask how is this different from segregation, that's funny bro That they can't even figure out where their words
Segregation is bein' told where I'm gonna go Should hit the kick and the snare
Separation is bein' woke and goin' wherever I wanna go
Pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon' learn
Pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon' learn All them pretty bitches leave yo' ass in the urn
All them pretty bitches leave yo' ass in the urn You ain't sold your last rock, you just better earn
You ain't sold your last rock, you just better earn But I pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon' learn
But I pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon' learn Pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon' learn
Pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon' learn All them pretty bitches leave yo' ass in the urn
All them pretty bitches leave yo' ass in the urn You ain't sold your last rock, you just better earn
You ain't sold your last rock, you just better earn But I pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon' learn
But I pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon' learn
Never sold dope for no gold rope

Wanted one though, they were so dope (yeah)
Was a have-not (yeah) 'cause my pockets (uh)
Didn't have knots, I was so broke
On my last rock, for my slingshot
Better haul ass, don't be no slow poke (nope)
Through the tall grass, run your ass off (yeah)
Oh no, got your pants caught on the fence post
Getting chased, by them Jackboys, think it's 'bout to fuzz
Like a lint roller they wait 'til it's late, they will tiptoe
Through your living room window
Take your Nintendo and then skate
Making you feel like you got bent over and raped
Little boy, you're never gonna get no rope chain
Get your shit stole, and your lip swole, I became bitter
As I got a little bit older, my hate
Was making me get colder, began to get a chipped shoulder
Started to spit vulgar, my ZIP code had been skid row
But I ate every single beat that I spit over, the shithole I escaped
Then I began to explode, detonate, now the Eastside went schizo
Thought my name was B-side 'cause they flipped over my tape
And I won't hesitate
To get 'em all bent so outta shape
Oh shit bro, hold up, wait
I just tripped over my cape (Superman)
And I'm not gonna let 'em treat the paper like I'm chopping a letter Godzilla
Dre'll tell you I shred Ugh, you're a monster
So when you refer to the guy next to the Doc, you meant shredder
Now the cops wanna set up roadblocks on my head, I I can swallow a bottle of alcohol and I'll feel like Godzilla
Got several bounties from feds in every county Better hit the deck like the card dealer
I'm with a gal at a Checkers wiling My whole squad's in here, walkin' around the party
Bumping "Fuck Da Police" while I fed her Rally's A cross between a zombie apocalypse and B-Bobby, "The
This shit is like Romper Room Brain" Heenan which is probably the same reason I wrestle with mania
Why do I feel responsible for these kids? Shady's in this bitch, I'm posse'd up
All of whom I'm a father to Consider it to cross me a costly mistake
I'm a God to you, y'all better worship the water I walk on If they sleepin' on me, the hoes better get insomnia, ADHD, Hydroxycut
Or y'all gonna meet your Waterloo Pass the Courvoisi' (hey, hey)
I get to flippin' the mic as a murder weapon
In AA, with an AK, melee, finna set it like a playdate
I'm poppin' an extra clip, then cock and shoot, then I'm popping
Better vacate, retreat like a vacay, mayday (ayy)
Do not let me catch you slippin'
This beat is cray-cray, Ray J, H-A-H-A-H-A
I will pop up and I'll take a spot from you
Laughin' all the way to the bank, I spray flames
I'll get to doing what a leaky faucet do
They cannot tame or placate the (ayy)
But I ain't talkin' drip when I say that I'll get the drop on you
Singin' fuck all of you in Autotune Monster
I am too volatile and too grizzly to bear You get in my way? I'ma feed you to the monster (yeah)
Yeah, shit is gettin' to where I can barely even sit in a chair I'm normal during the day, but at night turn to a monster (yeah)
I bust my ass for this shit and I swear When the moon shines like Ice Road Truckers
It ain't even worth dissing someone so offbeat I look like a villain outta those blockbusters
Godzilla, fire spitter, monster Take it back to Fat Beats with a maxi single
Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet Look at my rap sheets, what attracts these people
Fire, Godzilla, fire, monster Is my gangster, bitch, like Apache with a catchy jingle
Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet I stack these chips, you barely got a half-eaten Cheeto
I'm just a product of Slick Rick, at Onyx, told 'em lick the balls Fill 'em with the venom, and eliminate 'em
Had 'em just appalled at so many things that pissed 'em off Other words, I Minute Maid 'em
It's impossible to list 'em all I don't want to hurt 'em, but I did 'em in a fit of rage
And in the midst of all this I'm murderin' again, nobody will evade
I'm in a mental hospital with a crystal ball I'm finna kill 'em and dump all the fuckin' bodies in a lake
Tryna see, will I still be like this tomorrow? Obliteratin' everything, incineratin' and renegade 'em
Risperdal, voices whisper I'm here to make anybody who want it with the pen afraid
But don't nobody want it but they're gonna get it anyway
My fist is balled back up against the wall, pencil drawn
This is just the song to go ballistic on 'Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like I'm mentally ill
You just pulled a pistol on the guy with the missile launcher I'm Atilla, kill or be killed, I'm a killer, be the vanilla gorilla
I'm just a Loch Ness, the mythological You're bringin' the killer within me, out of me
Quick to tell a bitch screw off like a fifth of Vodka You don't want to be the enemy of the demon
When you twist the top of the bottle, I'm a Who went in me, and be on the receiving of me, what stupidity it'd be
Every bit of me is the epitome of a spitter
Monster
When I'm in the vicinity, motherfucker, you better duck
You get in my way? I'ma feed you to the monster (yeah)
Or you finna be dead the minute you run into me
I'm normal during the day, but at night turn to a monster (yeah)
A hundred percent of you is a fifth of a percent of me
When the moon shines like Ice Road Truckers
I'm 'bout to fuckin' finish you bitch, I'm unfadable
I look like a villain outta those blockbusters
You wanna battle, I'm available, I'm blowin' up like an inflatable
Godzilla, fire spitter, monster
I'm undebatable, I'm unavoidable, I'm unevadable
Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet
Fire, Godzilla, fire, monster I'm on the toilet bowl
Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet I got a trailer full of money and I'm paid in full
I'm not afraid to pull a-, man, stop
If you never gave a damn, raise your hand
Look what I'm plannin' (haha)
'Cause I'm about to set trip, vacation plans
I'm on point, like my index is, so all you will ever get is
The motherfuckin' finger (finger), prostate exam ('xam)
How can I have all these fans and perspire?
Like a liar's pants, I'm on fire
And I got no plans to retire and I'm still the man you admire
These chicks are spazzin' out, I only get more handsome and flier
I got 'em passin' out like what you do, when you hand someone flyers
What goes around, comes around just like the blades on a chainsaw
'Cause I caught the flaps of my dollar stack
Right off the bat like a baseball, like Kid Ink
Bitch, I got them racks with so much ease that they call me Diddy
'Cause I make bands and I call getting cheese a cakewalk (cheesecake) Yah Yah
Bumstickitty, bumstickitty, bum huh
Bitch, I'm a player, I'm too motherfuckin' stingy for Cher
I got that old rump-pum-pum-pum
Won't even lend you an ear, ain't even pretendin' to care
A punk'll jump up to get him a beat down
But I tell a bitch I'll marry her, if she'll bury her
At least sound, I sound like these clowns, like he sound
Face on my genital area, the original Richard Ramirez
My flow all over the place, .44 in the waist
Christian Rivera
'Cause my lyrics never sit well, so they wanna give me the chair I'm so-so innovate, po-po went away, I roll over 'em, and make bacon
And call 'em a pig, won't you hop up off of my dick?
Like a paraplegic, and it's scary, call it Harry Carry
Words in the way, I'm at loss by him
'Cause every Tom and Dick and Harry
I give you a JFK on the front lawn of MLK in the crossfire (Get down,
Carry a Merriam motherfuckin' dictionary
nigga)
Got 'em swearin' up and down, they can't spit, this shit's hilarious
I have evolved into the lost diaries of the mob and the Rothschilds
It's time to put these bitches in the obituary column
I feel like God broke the vials and I am just layin' down
We wouldn't see eye to eye with a staring problem
Inside 'em like caulk and tile
Get the shaft like a steering column (Monster)
(Q-Tip)
Trigger happy, pack heat, but it's black ink
Man, here we go
Evil half of the Bad Meets Evil
I said that we'd live in the land of criminal
That means take a back seat
My era, my era, my era so original
Uh-uh, I survived it and that's a miracle Never had no trouble keepin' up with the times
Ah, man I just adapt to the climate, I treat it like my Levi's
When they ain't buttoned up right, I adjust on the fly
'Cause I'm from Slaughterhouse (People), check yourself
Middle fingers, put 'em high, that's why they call it a bird
Like Ice Cube said, "Before you wreck yourself" (Bitches)
'Cause you put it up in the sky
Like Wu-Tang said, "You should protect yourself" (Animals)
And I'm like a spider crawlin' up your spinal column
I got 'em goin'
I'm climbin' all up the sides of the asylum wall
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah (Get down, nigga) Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
And dive in a pile of Tylenol, you're like a vagina problem
Yo, snappin' necks plus I'm live, in effect To a diabolical gynecologist, tryna ball a fist I will
I'm in the Slick Rick eyepatch, but I got it from Hex
Fuck you, just buy me, double timing the rhyming
Rappers avoid eye contact, that's outta respect
I leave you stymied, that's why they still vilify me like Bill O'Reilly
For the god in the flesh, the ominous Indominus Rex
I'ma show you what I mean when they call me the Harvey Weinstein of
They be like, you put the Thought on? Yikes
2019
If I told y'all once, I told y'all twice, that motherfucker is nice
I'm a conniving, when I'm on the mic I'ma standout
I'm the king of the blood sport on mics
Like a lime green wife beater with a knife out
I'm from an era, you had beef? You prolly fist fought on sight
I'm a sight to see, but you can see from the ring I'm wearing
Get your ass beat at the basketball court on spite Me and this game, we got married already
Then tell your wife to put your life support on ice Had the prenup ready, fucked on her, should've seen her belly
I'm the rap Pernell Whitaker, the honorable minister She barely was three months pregnant
Leavin' every amateur inoperable, I finished 'em Bitch had it, gave me a baby, we named it Machine Gun Kelly
Makin' plaques outta they head like dead venison
Now here's to LL, Big L and Del
Used to be the bad lieutenant with M-Ilitant
K-Solo, Treach and G Rap
Spillin' over fabulous jams my man Dilla sent
DJ Polo, Tony D, ODB, Moe Dee, Run-DMC
Rap speak for me, I am the ventriloquist
Ed O.G., and EPMD, D.O.C., Ice-T, Evil Dee
I'm so stubborn, the government won't govern King Tee, UTFO, and Schoolly D, PE and BDP
That brother you spoke of, it just wasn't his dope, was it? YZ and Chi-Ali, Rakim and Eric B., they were like my therapy
I'm cold buzzin', I never been low budget From B-I-G and Paris, Three Times Dope and some we'll never see, and
The taste of your own medicine, here come a dose of it P-R-T
I break free like Chesimard N.W.A and Eazy-E, and D-R-E was like my GPS
Keep 'em guessin' hard, while broads say my bars is like ASMR Without him, I don't know where I'd be
All my dogs is out the reservoir
Man, here we go
Top five, I'm where the legends are (Keep goin')
I said that we'd live in the land of criminal
Live at the edge of darkness and light My era, my era, my era so original
One phone call my youngins takin' flight Uh-uh, I survived it and that's a miracle
You a bark, bitch, and never bite, long kiss goodnight Ah, man
I stay heated, my people in the place needed
If you ain't standin' up for yourself then stay seated
And they cheated, they lie like Amerigo Vespucci
I'm a miracle, I'm still super lyrical
I got 'em goin'
Live from the Terrordome, loud like a megaphone
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah (Get down, nigga)
Thutmose the Third, seven inch, herringbones
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
Man, here we go I said that we'd live in the land of criminal
My era, my era, my era so original
Uh-uh, I survived it and that's a miracle Ah, man

Farewell
For what it's worth You were a slut at birth
If the world had a dick You'd fuck the Earth
I got 'em goin'
I tried to get over you It doesn't work
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah (Get down, nigga) Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
You're still a cunt I'm still a fucking jerk
Better hope an ambulance is en route
Same as it ever was, yeah
Papers are hand grenades soon as I pull the pin out
Say it'll change but it never does
I am the Santa Fe, Mandalay and Orlando and Colorado and Columbine
Ain't gonna ever 'cause
All combine into one, I don't walk a line, bitch, I run You're the cause of my pain and the medicine
'Cause we don't got no time to waste, so come on Denaun Never met someone who played games with my head as much
They call me five to nine, and thought duh-dun, duh-dun Fate tethered us together like two felons
Then like a shotgun I'm ready to cock it on 'em Must've fell in love with skeletons
Leave these pussies stretched out, like the Octomom Everyone's got 'em, thought that you were Cinderella but (yeah)
Feels like I slept with the (uh) wicked stepmother Then I gotta tell myself another lie
But how the hell am I 'Cause that's what helps to get me by
Still in love with the motherfucking chick there's at least a million of? 'Cause I'm in Hell
They say love the one you with, but this shit is killing us This is my goodbye, farewell
Our love's on some other shit
I'm a glutton for punishment This relationship is all that it's cracked up to be
You're the gloves, I'm the punching mitts Never lack lust in that 'cause we act nuts
It's above and beyond us 'Cause that's what attracts us
Cuffing, I'm shoving the girl I love inside of an oven Trick you with a back rub
If I catch you sucking another dick Tell you to relax, then dump your ass in the bathtub
You better unsuck it, you snuck in the crib and tried to jump under the Yeah, now that's love
covers again May sound pathetic, but fuck the world 'cause they out to get us
Why am I tucking you in? I love you but I won't exchange vows
Hey now, don't get carried away
Probably 'cause I gotta tell myself another lie No way I'll get married, it'll take a rain cloud to wed us
'Cause that's what helps to get me by Yeah, but we're so insane 'bout each other
'Cause I'm in Hell May take the same route and way out as Junior Seau
This is my goodbye, farewell Break out Berettas, lay down in bed and blow our brains out together
Who knows how it's gonna play out?
Wanna hold you, wanna choke you, wanna love you Or whether death's what our ending would be
Wanna hate you, wanna kill you, wanna hurt you One of us shot in the back while attempting to flee
Wanna heal you, yeah But I'll go to bat for you, defending your honor
Wanna lose you, keep you, bruise you Yeah, no contingency fees, something we're not, nah
Beat, abuse you, treat you mutual
We're not pretending to beef, don't cost a penny to be with me
It's juvenile, delusional, as usual
You're beautiful, I'm average Time we're spending is free, we could be broke as a joke
I'm brutal, you're a savage Won't make a difference to me, don't have to give me a thing
My ride or die chick who's always cruising for a bruising Could've been a fifty cent ring from out of a vending machine
Yeah, it's kinda like we're tryna light a dynamite stick Love unconditionally, there's no other fish in the sea
Though we might get along like shit Guess I'm a prisoner see, addiction is a disease
Fight, hit, fight, spit, unite, split
Yeah, you're awful, but you're mine
And they say love is blind, we see each other fine I gotta tell myself another lie
But it's no wonder, I'm the only one you'll find 'Cause that's what helps to get me by
To put up with your shit, I need a plumber line 'Cause I'm in Hell
But nothing comes to mind besides the number 90 This is my goodbye, farewell
'Cause since '06, you flipped my fucking life upside down
Now the sky's ground, look at my frown, it's a smile now
Look at my mouth, it's my eyebrows
Business You 'bout to witness hip hop in its most purest

Marshall! Sounds like an S.O.S!
Most rawest form, flow almost flawless
Holy wack unlyrical lyrics André, you're fucking right!
Most hardest, most honest known artist
To the rap-mobile, let's go!
Chip off the old block but old doc is
Marshall! Marshall! Back!
Looks like Batman brought his own Robin
Bitches and Gentleman! It's showtime!
Oh God, Saddam's got his own Laden
Hurry, hurry, step right up!
Introducing the star of our show, his name is Marshall! With his own private plane, his own pilot
You wouldn't wanna be anywhere else in the world right now Set to blow college dorm room doors off their hinges
Oranges, peach, pears, plums, syringes
So without futher ado, I bring to you Marshall!
Yeah, here I come, I'm inches
Away from you, dear fear none
Hip hop is in a state of nine-one-one, so
Quick gotta move fast, gotta perform miracles

Make it rain upwards, we're on that ninth cloud
Gee wilikers Dre, holy bat syllables
Two insane lovebirds, I should fly south
Look at all the bullshit that goes on in Gotham
'Cause man, am I great, ain't lyin' to myself
When I'm gone time to get rid of these rap criminals
But I'm just plain stubborn, I'm Audi five thou'
But this is my house, bitch, you get out So skip to your lou, while I do what I do best
Then we duke it out, then it dies down You ain't even impressed no more, you're used to it
Flows too wet, nobody close to it
Nobody says it, but still everyone knows the shit
The most hated on out of all those who say they get hated on
In eighty songs and exaggerate it all so much
Then we say, "Fuck it, " cry our eyes out They make it all up, there's no such thing
Like a female with good looks, who cooks and cleans It's just like old times, the dynamic duo
It just means so much more to so much more Two old friends, why panic?
People, when you're rappin' and you know what for You already know who's fully capable, the two caped heroes
The show must go on, so I'd like to welcome y'all Dial straight down the center 8-0-0
To Marshall and André's carnival, c'mon! You can even call collect, the most feared duet
Since me and Elton, played career russian roulette
Now let's get down to business
And never even seen me blink or get to busting a sweat
I don't got no time to play around, what is this?
Can't leave rap alone the game needs me
Must be a circus in town, let's shut that shit down
On these clowns, can I getta witness? Till we grow beards, get weird and disappear
Into the mountains, nothing but clowns down here
But we ain't fucking around round here
Yo Dre!
(What up?)
Without Me Can I get a hell yeah?Must be a circus in town, let's shut that shit down
On these clowns, can I getta witness?
Obie Trice, real name no gimmicks

Now this looks like a job for me
Two trailer park girls go round the outside
So everybody, just follow me
Round the outside, round the outside
'Cause we need a little, controversy
Two trailer park girls go round the outside 'Cause it feels so empty, without me
Round the outside, round the outside
I said "This looks like a job for me"
Guess who's back So everybody, just follow me
Back again 'Cause we need a little, controversy
Shady's back 'Cause it feels so empty, without me
Tell a friend
Little Hellions, kids feelin' rebellious
Guess who's back, guess who's back
Embarrassed their parents still listen to Elvis
They start feelin' like prisoners helpless
'Til someone comes along on a mission and yells, bitch!
Guess who's back
A visionary, vision of scary
I've created a monster Could start a revolution, pollutin' the airwaves
'Cause nobody wants to see Marshall no more A rebel, so just let me revel and bask
They want Shady, I'm chopped liver In the fact that I got everyone kissin' my ass
Well if you want Shady, this is what I'll give you And it's a disaster, such a catastrophe
A little bit of weed mixed with some hard liquor For you to see so damn much of my ass
Some vodka that'll jump start my heart quicker You asked for me?
Than a shock when I get shocked at the hospital Well I'm back
By the doctor when I'm not co-operating Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
When I'm rockin' the table while he's operating
Fix your bent antenna tune it in and then I'm gonna
You waited this long, now stop debating
Enter in, endin' up under your skin like a splinter
'Cause I'm back, I'm on the rag and ovulating
The center of attention, back for the winter
I know that you got a job, Ms. Cheney
I'm interesting, the best thing since wrestling
But your husband's heart problem's complicating
Infesting in your kid's ears and nesting
So the FCC won't let me be
Testing, attention please
Or let me be me, so let me see
Feel the tension, soon as someone mentions me
They try to shut me down on MTV
Here's my ten cents, my two cents is free
But it feels so empty, without me
A nuisance, who sent? You sent for me?
So, come on and dip, bum on your lips
Fuck that, cum on your lips, and some on your tits
And get ready, 'cause this shit's about to get heavy
I just settled all my lawsuits, fuck you Debbie!
'Cause it feels so empty, without me
Let's get down to business I said, "This looks like a job for me"
I don't got no time to play around, what is this? So everybody, just follow me
Must be a circus in town, let's shut that shit down 'Cause we need a little, controversy
On these clowns, can I getta witness? 'Cause it feels so empty, without me
(Hell Yeah!)
A-tisket a-tasket, I go tit for tat with Chris Kirk Patrick, you can get your ass kicked
Anybody who's talkin' this shit, that shit Worse than them little Limp Bizkit bastards
And Moby? You can get stomped by Obie And used it to get myself wealthy
You thirty-six year old baldheaded fag, blow me There's a concept that works
You don't know me, you're too old, let go Twenty million other white rappers emerge
It's over, nobody listen to techno But no matter how many fish in the sea
Now let's go, just gimme the signal It'll be so empty, without me
I'll be there with a whole list full of new insults
I been dope, suspenseful with a pencil
Ever since Prince turned himself into a symbol
But sometimes the shit just seems
'Cause it feels so empty, without me
Everybody only wants to discuss me
So this must mean I'm disgusting I said "This looks like a job for me"
But it's just me, I'm just obscene So everybody, just follow me
No I'm not the first king of controversy 'Cause we need a little, controversy
I am the worst thing since Elvis Presley 'Cause it feels so empty, without me Kids!
To do black music so selfishly
’Till I Collapse Andre from OutKast, Jada, Kurupt, Nas and then me
But in this industry I'm the cause of a lot of envy
'Cause sometimes you just feel tired, feel weak
So when I'm not put on this list, the shit does not offend me
And when you feel weak, you feel like you wanna just give up
That's why you see me walking 'round like nothing's bothering me
But you got to search within you, and try to find that inner strength
Even though half you people got a fuckin' problem with me
And just pull that shit out of you
You hate it but you know respect you got to give me
And get that motivation to not give up, and not be a quitter
The press's wet dream like Bobby and Whitney, Nate, hit me
No matter how bad you wanna just fall flat on your face and collapse
'Till the roof comes off, 'till the lights go out
'Till I collapse I'm spilling these raps long as you feel 'em
'Till my legs give out, can't shut my mouth
'Til the day that I drop you'll never say that I'm not killing 'em
'Till ..mouth
'Cause when I am not, then I'mma stop penning 'em
'Till the smoke clears out, am I high? Perhaps
And I am not Hip-Hop and I'm just not Eminem
I'mma rip this shit, 'till my bone collapse
Subliminal thoughts, when I'mma stop sending 'em?
Women are caught in webs, spin 'em and hock venom Soon as a verse starts, I eat at an MC's heart
Adrenalin shots, the penicillin could not get the illing to stop What is he thinking? How not to go against me, smart
Amoxicillin's just not real enough And it's absurd, how people hang on every word
The criminal cop-killing hip hop villain I'll probably never get the props I feel I ever deserve
A minimal swap to cop millions of Pac listeners But I'll never be served, my spot is forever reserved
You're coming with me, feel it or not you're gonna fear it If I ever leave Earth, that would be the death of me first
Like I showed you the spirit of God lives in us 'Cause in my heart of hearts I know nothing could ever be worse
You hear it a lot, lyrics to shock That's why I'm clever when I put together every verse
Is it a miracle or am I just product of pop fizzing up? My thoughts are sporadic, I act like I'm an addict
For shizzle my wizzle, this is the plot, listen up I rap like I'm addicted to smack like I'm Kim Mathers
You bizzles forgot, Slizzle does not give a fuck! But I don't want to go forth and back in constant battles
The fact is I would rather sit back and bomb some rappers
So this is like a full blown attack I'm launching at 'em
The track is on some battling raps who want some static?
'Cause I don't really think that the fact that I'm Slim matters
A plaque and platinum status is wack if I'm not the baddest, so
'Till my legs give out, can't shut my mouth 'Till the roof comes off, 'till the lights go out
'Till the smoke clears out, am I high? Perhaps 'Till my legs give out, can't shut my mouth
I'mma rip this shit, 'till my bone collapse 'Till the smoke clears out, am I high? Perhaps
Music is like magic, there's a certain feeling you get
When you real and you spit and people are feeling your shit
This is your moment, and every single minute you spend
Tryna hold on to it because you may never get it again
So while you're in it, try to get as much shit as you can
And when your run is over just admit when it's at its end Until the roof (Until the roof)
Because I'm at the end of my wits with half the shit gets in The roof comes off (The roof comes off)
I got a list, here's the order of my list that it's in Until my legs (Until my legs)
It goes Reggie, Jay-Z, 2Pac and Biggie Give out from underneath me
I will not fall, I will stand tall
Feels like no one can beat me
Fast Lane
Uh, first verse, uh, I'm armed 'til I'm on an island
Go back and forth in more beef that you can pack a fork in
My life's ridin' on the Autobahn on autopilot
I'm livin' the life of the infinite enemy down
Before I touch dirt, I'll kill y'all with kindness
My tenement chimney now, the semi's the remedy, pow
I kill ya, my natural persona's much worse
Spin him around, enterin' in the vicinity
You've been warned if you've been born or if you conformed
Slap up a cop and then snatch him out of his uniform
Now, was called M&M
Leave him with his socks, hard bottoms and bloomers on
But he threw away the candy and ate the rapper
And hang him by his balls from the horn of a unicorn
Chewed him up and spitted him out, girl giddy-up, now get-get down
He's lookin' around this club
Y'all niggas' intellect mad slow, y'all fags know
And it looks like people are havin' a shit fit now
Claimin' you bangin', you flamin'
Bet you could light your own cigarette with ya asshole
Here, little t-t-trailer trash, take a look who's back in t-t-town
Me and Shady deaded the past
Did I s-s-stutter, motherfucker? Fuck them all, he shuts
So that basically resurrected my cashflow
The whole motherfuckin' Walmart d-d-down
I might rap tight as the snatch of a fat dyke
Every time he comes a-r-r-round
Though I ain't wrapped tight
And he came to the club tonight with 5'9 to hold this bitch down
My blood type's the '80s, my '90s was like the Navy
Like a mothafuckin' chick underwater, he tryin' d-d-drown
You was like the Bradys, you still fly kites daily
Shorty, when you dance, you got me captivated, just by the way
Catch me in my Mercedes, bumpin' "Ice Ice Baby"
That you keep lickin' them dick-suckin' lips, I'm agitated, aggravated
Screamin', "Shady 'til I die", like a half a pair of dice, life's crazy
To the point you don't suck my dick
So I live it to the fullest 'til I'm Swayze
Then you're gonna get decapitated
And you only live it once, so I'm thinkin' 'bout this nice, nice lady
Other words, you don't fuckin' give me head, then I'm have to take it
Wait, no, stop me now 'fore I get on a roll (Danish)
Let me tell you what this pretty little dame's name is
'Cause she's kinda famous And then after takin' that, I'ma catch a case, it's gon' be fascinatin'
And I hope that I don't sound too heinous when I say this It's gon' say "The whole rap game passed away"
Nicki Minaj, but I wanna stick my penis in your anus On top of the affidavit
Graduated from master debater, slash massive masturbator
To Michael Jackson's activator, meanin' I'm on fire off the top
You morons think that I'm a genius
Really I belong inside a dang insane asylum cleanin'
Came to drive them trailer parks crazy Might wanna back up data, runnin' over hip hop
I am back, and I am razor-sharp, baby In a verbal tractor trailer
And that's back with a capital "B" with an exclamation mark Homie, they're sick, you could normally ask a hater
Maybe you should listen when I flip the linguistics Don't it make sense, these shell casings is just like a bag of paper
'Cause when I rip this mystical slick shit Drop in the lap of a tax evader, homie they spent
You don't wanna become another victim, a statistic of this shit
Now make that ass drop like a sack of potatoes, what girl?
'Cause after I spit the bullets I'm the crack-a-lator
I'ma treat these shell casings like a soccer ball Percolator to this party, be my penis ejaculator later
I'ma kick the ballistics, so get this dick, I'ma live this Tell you boyfriend that you just struck pay dirt
You rollin' with a player, you won't be exaggeratin' when you sayin'
I'm livin' life in the fast lane
Movin' at the speed of life and I can't slow down I'm livin' life in the fast lane
Only got a gallon in the gas tank Movin' at the speed of life and I can't slow down
But I'm almost at the finish line, so I can't stop now Only got a gallon in the gas tank
I don't really know where I'm headed, just enjoyin' the ride But I'm almost at the finish line, so I can't stop now
Just gon' roll 'til I drop and ride 'til I die I don't really know where I'm headed, just enjoyin' the ride
I'm livin' life in the fast lane (Pedal to the metal) Just gon' roll 'til I drop and ride 'til I die
Livin' life in the fast lane (Pedal to the metal) I'm livin' life in the fast lane
(Pedal to the metal)
Livin' life in the fast lane
Yeah, my whole goal as a poet's to be relaxed in orbit
(Pedal to the metal)
At war with a bottle, as Captain Morgan attacks my organs
My slow flow is euphoric, it's like I rap endorphins
I made a pact with the Devil that says "I'll let you take me" Pedal to the metal
"You let me take this shovel, dig up the corpse of Jack Kevorkian" Pedal to the metal
By the time you hear this I will have already spiraled up
I would never do nothing to let you cowards fuck my world up
If I was you, I would duck, or get struck like lightening
Fighters keep fighting, put your lighters up, point 'em skyward uh
Had a dream I was king, I woke up, still king
This rap game's nipple is mine for the milking
'Til nobody else even fucking feels me, 'til it kills me
I swear to god I'll be the fucking illest in this music
Lighters There is or there ever will be, disagree?
Feel free, but from now on I'm refusing to ever give up
Only thing I ever gave up's using no more excuses
This one's for you and me, living out our dreams
Excuse me if my head is too big for this building
We're all right where we should be
And pardon me if I'm a cocky prick but you cocks are slick
With my arms out wide, I open my eyes
Poppin' shit on how you flipped ya life around, crock-o-shit
And now all I wanna see
Who you dicks try to kid, flipped dick, you did the opposite
Is a sky full of lighters
You stayed the same, 'cause cock backwards is still cock, you
A sky full of lighters
pricks
I love it when I tell 'em shove it
'Cause it wasn't that long ago when Marshall sat, luster lacked,
lustered
'Cause he couldn't cut mustard, muster up nothing
Brain fuzzy, 'cause he's buzzin', woke up from that buzz
And now you wonder why he does it, how he does it?
Wasn't 'cause he had buzzards circle around his head
Waiting for him to drop dead, was it?
Or was it, 'cause them bitches wrote him off
Little hussy ass buzzards, fuck it, guess it doesn't matter now,
does it?
What difference it make?
What it take to get it through your thick skulls
As if this ain't some bullshit
People don't usually come back this way
From a place that was dark as I was in just to get to this place
Now let these words be like a switch blade to a haters rib cage
And let it be known from this day forward
I wanna just say thanks 'cause your hate is what gave me the
strength
So let 'em bitch raise 'cause I came with five nine
But I feel like I'm six eight
This one's for you and me, living out our dreams
And now all I wanna see
Is a sky full of lighters
By the time you hear this I'll probably already be outtie

I advance like going from toting iron
To going and buying four or five of the homies the iron man Audi
My daddy told me slow down, boy, you goin' to blow it
And I ain't gotta stop the beat a minute [Em] Y'all wanna make a movie?
To tell Shady I love him the same way that he did Dr. Dre on the
Chronic
[R5] What.. [Em] We got the film right here
Tell him how real he is or how high I am
Or how I would kill for him for him to know it [Royce] What?
I cried plenty tears, my daddy got a bad back
So it's only right that I right 'til he can march right Yeah I'm one of them pretty rappers
Into that post office and tell 'em to hang it up (hang it up) Buck if I really hafta, I really slap ya
Now his career's Lebron's jersey in twenty years
I'll stop when I'm at the very top
King of Detroit who they namin the city after (what?)
You shitted on me on your way up Scandalous partners, whose grammar hammers the h
It's 'bout to be a scary drop into your heart with, content, yo who wanna start wit
'Cause what goes up must come down
You going down on something you don't wanna see like a hairy experts, Bad and Evil is comin soon
box MC's get stuck, head first back in they mother's wom
Every hour, happy hour now, life is wacky now This shit is written, in my eyes I'm the illest MC spittin
Used to have to eat the cat to get the pussy Leavin all of you cats shittin kittens
Now I'm just the cats meow, ow
Classic cow, always down for the catch weight like Pacquiao I gotta diss you, my niggaz be cockin pistols
Y'all are doomed Shot and split you, fuck splittin the profits with you (w
I remember when T-Pain ain't wanna work with me
My car starts itself, parks itself and auto-tunes
Six percent, of y'all niggaz is just pretend
'Cause now I'm in the Aston Clicks with clits, pussy niggaz stink with dicks (what?)
I went from having my city locked up Niggaz act bully, and blast for the fast penny
To getting treated like Kwame Kilpatrick
And now I'm fantastic compared to a weed high My auto is fully, plenty of niggaz packin semi
And y'all niggas just gossipin' like bitches on a radio and TV Speak darts; yo you get paid? Rhymin about it is the s
See me, we fly
Y'all buggin' out like Wendy Williams staring at a bee-hive
You can't be street smart with a cheap heart
And how real is that? Five Nine, a street nigga with deep feelin (what?)
I remember signing my first deal I keep illin, my steez willin to keep killin (what?)
And now I'm the second best I can deal with that
Now Bruno can show his ass, without the MTV awards gag Fuck rap, a lot of y'all all is just acts
You and I know what it's like to be kicked down
Trust that - you rhyme all wack on rough tracks
Forced to fight, but tonight we're alright Bust and then we all black when you get bust back at
So hold up your light, let it shine... 'cause Fuck that, you get blast at, you get laughed at
This one's for you and me, living out our dreams And I'ma spit thunder (what?) stick to my guns
Niggaz is finished before they gimmicks, one-hit wond
And now all I wanna see What? Big balls, that's why when I spit, your clique st
Is a sky full of lighters I'ma pit bull, I'm just dog, I'm just raw (what?)
Split y'all, holla, "It's on!" Then I diss y'all
All of y'all niggaz get pissed on claimin you pissed off
Bad Meets Evil Lyrics [Chorus x2: Eminem and Royce]
"Scary Movies"
[Eminem]
The one man on the planet that'll drive off of the Gra
"What's your favorite scary movie?"
Hop out of a Grand Am and land in it handstandin
Any man plannin to battle will get snatched out of his
[Em] Yo, Slim Shady! [R5] Yo, Royce 5-9
so fast it'll look like an invisible man standin
I'm headed for Hell, I'd rather be dead or in jail So tell the medic to bring the medication and quickly
Bill Clinton, hit this (here) and you better inhale I'm sicker than a Tupac dedication to Biggie
Cause any MC that chooses to go against me I'm free-fallin feet first out of a damn tree
is gettin takin advantage of like Monica Lewinksy (Leave me
toalone!)
stampede your chest 'til you can't breathe
Came home in a frenzy, pushin a ten speed And when I'm down to my last breath
Screamin to Aunt Peg (AUNT PEG!!!!) I'ma climb the Empire State Building and get to the la
with three spokes stickin out of my pant leg and still have half left
Fuck a headache, give me a migraine
Damnit I like pain (AHH!) [Chorus]
and you should be anywhere that a mic ain't
You rap knowin you wack [Em] Bad.. the bad..
You act up and I'm throwin you down a flight of steps [R5] Uhh, when the bad meets the bad.. yo..
then I'm throwin you back up em [Em] The evil
If they don't like the track, fuck em [R5] Take the evil with the evil
The rap struck em harder then gettin hit by a Mack truck [Em] Put em together
and then backed up on [R5] What? Nine-nine
And any half-assed known rapper to trespass [Em] Two times.. Slim Shady.. Royce the Five Nine
better be ready for the second Celebrity Deathmatch (Ding! Ding!)
You right Really feel it's bound to be
I can't tell no one but they all know
I got a man, but I want you
Ch.
I got a man, but I want you
And it's just nerves, it's just dick Girl, I want you like you want me too
Makin' me think 'bout someone new I feel that energy (ooh, yeah)
You know I got so much to say When you're on top of me (oh, yeah)
I try to hide it in my face I know your man, he ain't controllin' you
And it don't work, you see through But you still hesitate (ooh, no)
That I just want get wit' you 'Cause you chose loyalty (oh, yeah)
And you're right And I know your history, met him before your peak (hey, hey)
He's so connected to that woman that you used to be
You right, I got my guy
But-but-but this sex will cloud your memory
But I, I, can't help it, I want you
A couple strokes to put it in, then you'll belong to me
Said, you right, I got my guy
But I, I, can't help it I want you I got a man, but I want you
I got a man, but I want you (oh)
I can't stop and look the other way
And it's just nerves, it's just dick
'Cause I know what could be, babe
Makin' me think 'bout someone new
And you never feel the same
You know I got so much to say
You'd be thinkin' 'bout it every day
I try to hide it in my face
Don't believe in fairytales, but we got our fantasies
And it don't work, you see through
And it's me and you, no she
That I just want get wit' you (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Tryna be all through your sheets
And you're right
Have you all on top of me
Acting like it's not that deep You right, I got my guy (you right, you right, I)
Boy, you can take it out on me But I, I, can't help it I want you
Tell me what it's 'bout to be Said, you right, I got my guy (you right, you right, I)
But I, I, can't help it I want you
KISS ME MORE
We hug and yes, we make love I ain't givin' you one in public
And always just say "Goodnight" (la-la-la-la-la) I'm givin' you hundreds, fuck it
And we cuddle, sure I do love it Somethin' we just gotta get into
But I need your lips on mine Sign first, middle, last, on the wisdom tooth
Niggas wishin' that the pussy was a kissin' booth
Can you kiss me more?
Taste breakfast, lunch and gin and juice
We're so young, boy
And that dinner just like dessert too
We ain't got nothin' to lose, oh, oh
And when we French, refresh, gimme two
It's just principle
When I bite that lip, come get me too
Baby, hold me
He want lipstick, lip gloss, hickeys too, uh
'Cause I like the way you groove, oh, oh
Can you kiss me more?
Boy, you write your name, I can do the same
We're so young, boy
Ooh, I love the taste, la-la-la-la
We ain't got nothin' to lose, oh, oh
All on my tongue, I want it (la-la-la-la)
It's just principle
Baby, hold me
Ooh, I love the taste, la-la-la-la-la
All on my tongue, I want it
I, I feel like fuckin' somethin'
Ooh, I love the taste, la-la-la-la
But we could be corny, fuck it
All on my tongue, I want it (la-la-la-la)
Sugar, I ain't no dummy, dummy
I like to say, what if, but if
Ooh, I love the taste, la-la-la-la-la
We could kiss and just cut the rubbish
All on my tongue, I want it
Then I might be on to somethin'
Say give me a buck, need that gushy stuff

Push the limit, no, you ain't good enough
All your niggas say that you lost without me Juicy
All my bitches feel like I dodged the county I keep it juicy juicy, I eat that lunch (yeah)
Fuckin' with you feel like jail, nigga She keep that booty booty, she keep that plump (yeah yeah)
I can't even exhale, nigga That natural beauty beauty, yeah, yeah
Pussy like holy grail, you know that If you could see it from the front, wait 'til you see it from the
Back, back, back, back, back (wait 'til you see it from the)
You gon' make me need bail, you know that
Back, back, yeah, back, back, back (wait 'til you see it from the)
Caught dippin' with your friend
You ain't even have man, lyin' on ya-, you know that
If you could see it from the front, wait 'til you see it from the back
Got me a bag full of brick, you know that
Control, don't slow the pace if I throw back He like the Doja with the Cat, yeah
All this ass for real He like it thick, he like it fat, yeah
Drama make you feel Like to keep him wanting more
Fantasy and whip appeal He ask me, "Doja, where you at, huh?"
Is all I can give you And all them niggas wanna know
How long it take to pull my pants up, mmh, mmh, mmh
Can you kiss me more? Broke a fingernail and then some, mmh
We're so young, boy Tryna squeeze into my True Religion denim, mmh, mmh, mmh
We ain't got nothin' to lose, oh, oh Sell it big, don't wanna sell you light
It's just principle I don't buy it, where the cellulite?
Baby, hold me He said the body unbelievable, can't trust a big butt and a gemini
Oh, darlin' I keep it juicy juicy, I eat that lunch (yeah)
She keep that booty booty, she keep that plump (yeah yeah)
Boy, you write your name, I can do the same That natural beauty beauty, yeah, yeah
Ooh, I love the taste, oh-la-la-la-la If you could see it from the front, wait 'til you see it from the
All on my tongue, I want it Back, back, back, back, back (wait 'til you see it from the)
Boy, you write your name, I can do the same Back, back, yeah, back, back, back (wait 'til you see it from the)
Ooh, I love the taste, oh-la-la-la-la-la Back, back, back, back, back (wait 'til you see it from the)
All on my tongue, I want it If you could see it from the front, wait 'til you see it from the back
If you could see it from the front, wait 'til you see it from the back
SICKO MODE
Astro, yeah
Sun is down, freezin' cold

That's how we already know winter's here
My dawg would prolly do it for a Louis belt
That's just all he know, he don't know nothin' else
I tried to show 'em, yeah
I tried to show 'em, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Gone on you with the pick and roll
Young LaFlame, he in sicko mode
Woo, made this here with all the ice on in the booth
At the gate outside, when they pull up, they get me loose
Yeah, Jump Out boys, that's Nike boys, hoppin' out coupes
This shit way too big, when we pull up give me the loot
He spend the racks, he in the trap (Gimme the loot!)
I'm fit and fat, he live for that Was off the Remy, had a Papoose
Okay, he on his knees, attend the mass Had to hit my old town to duck the news
He beg for that, I bend and snap Two-four hour lockdown, we made no moves
She keep it juicy just for papi, call me Buffy with the body Now it's 4AM and I'm back up poppin' with the crew
I just slipped into my savage and come over like a walkie I just landed in, Chase B mixes pop like Jamba Juice
My fish like Takamaki, like a side of me with sake Different colored chains, think my jeweler really sellin' fruits
So I put it in my mouth and suck it out like edamame, yeah And they chokin', man, know the crackers wish it was a noose
He go the hourglass, Coke bottle body, I got that
We got time and you're right on that Some-some-some, someone said
When I turn around and touch it To win the retreat, we all in too deep
Keep your eyes on that, that, that, that, that, that P-p-playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak (someone said)
To win the retreat, we all in too deep
I keep it juicy juicy, I eat that lunch (yeah)
P-p-playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak (yeah)
She keep that booty booty, she keep that plump (yeah yeah)
That natural beauty beauty, yeah, yeah
This shit way too formal, y'all know I don't follow suit
If you could see it from the front, wait 'til you see it from the
Stacey Dash, most of these girls ain't got a clue
Back, back, yeah, back, back, back (wait 'til you see it from the) All of these hoes I made off records I produced
Back, back, back, back, back (wait 'til you see it from the) I might take all my exes and put 'em all in a group
If you could see it from the front, wait 'til you see it from the back Hit my esés, I need the bootch
'Bout to turn this function to Bonnaroo
He like it plump, he need that, need the rump and need the Told her, "Hop in, you comin' too"
thighs, he eat that In the 305, bitches treat me like I'm Uncle Luke
Eat that up, and in the night, he see that (Don't stop, pop that pussy!)
In the dark, and in the ride he keep that Had to slop the top off, it's just a roof (uh)
Keep it running, like it plump, he need that She said, "Where we goin'?" I said, "The moon"
Need the rump and need the thighs, he eat that We ain't even make it to the room
Eat that up and in the night, he see that
She thought it was the ocean, it's just the pool
In the dark, and in the ride he keep that, keep it running
Now I got her open, it's just the Goose
I keep it juicy juicy, I eat that lunch (yeah) Who put this shit together? I'm the glue (someone said)
She keep that booty booty, she keep that plump (yeah yeah) Shorty FaceTimed me out the blue
That natural beauty beauty, yeah, yeah
If you could see it from the front, wait 'til you see it from the Someone said (playin' for keeps)
Back, back, back, back, back (wait 'til you see it from the) Someone said, motherfuck what someone said
Back, back, yeah, back, back, back (wait 'til you see it from the) (Don't play us for weak)
Yeah Ye-ah
Astro
Yeah, yeah
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up (Ay, ay)
She's in love with who I am

Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance (yeah)
Now I hit the FBO with duffles in my hands
I did half a Xan, thirteen hours 'til I land
Shake That
Had me out like a light, ayy, yeah
Shady
Like a light, ayy, yeah
Aftermath
Like a light, ayy
(Look at that bitch, shit, hey!)
Slept through the flight, ayy

There she go
Knocked for the night, ayy, 767, man
Shakin' that ass on the flo'
This shit got double bedroom, man
Bumpin' and grindin' that pole
I still got scores to settle, man
The way she's grindin' that pole
I crept down the block (down the block), made a right (yeah, right)
I think I'm losin' control
Cut the lights (yeah, what?), paid the price (yeah)
Niggas think it's sweet (nah, nah), it's on sight (yeah, what?) Get buzzed, get drunk, get crunk, get fucked up
Nothin' nice (yeah), baguettes in my ice (aww, man) Hit the strip club, don't forget the ones, get your dick rubbed
Jesus Christ (yeah), checks over stripes (yeah) Get fucked, get sucked, get wasted, shit faceted
That's what I like (yeah), that's what we like (yeah) Pasted, plastered, puke drink, throw up
Lost my respect, you not a threat Get a new drink, hit the bathroom sink, throw up
When I shoot my shot, that shit wetty like I'm Sheck (bitch!) Wipe your shoe clean, got a routine goin'
See the shots that I took (ayy), wet like I'm Book (ayy) Still got a few chunks on them shoestrings showin'
Wet like I'm Lizzie, I be spinnin' Valley I was dehydrated, till the beat vibrated
Circle blocks 'til I'm dizzy (yeah, what?) I was revived as soon as this bitch gyrated
Like where is he? (Yeah, what?) Them hips and licked them lips and that was it
No one seen him (yeah, yeah) I had to get Nate Dogg in to sing some shit
I'm tryna clean 'em (yeah)
Two to the one, from the one to the three
She's in love with who I am I like good, pussy and I like good tree
Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance Smoke so much weed you wouldn't believe
Now I hit the FBO with duffles in my hand (woo!) And I get mo' ass than a toilet seat
I did half a Xan, thirteen hours 'til I land Three to the one, from the one to the three
Had me out like a light, like a light I met a bad bitch last night in the D
Like a light, like a light Let me tell you how I made her leave with me
Like a light (yeah), like a light Conversation and Hennessy
Like a light I've been to the motherfuckin' mountain top
Heard motherfuckers talk, seen 'em drop
Yeah, passed the dawgs a celly
If I ain't got a weapon I'mma pick up a rock
Sendin' texts, ain't sendin' kites, yeah
And when I bust yo ass I'm gon' continue to rock
He said, "Keep that on lock"
Get your ass off the wall, with your two left feet
I said, "You know this shit, it's stife", yeah
It's real easy just follow the beat
It's absolute (yeah), I'm back reboot (it's lit!)
Don't let that fine girl pass you by
LaFerrari to Jamba Juice, yeah (skrrt, skrrt)
Look real close cause strobe lights lie
We back on the road, they jumpin' off, no parachute, yeah
Shawty in the back We about to have a party (turn the music up)
She said she workin' on her glutes, yeah (oh my God) Let's get it started (go 'head shake your butt)
Ain't by the book, yeah I'm lookin' for a girl with a body and a sexy strut
This how it look, yeah Wanna get it poppin', baby? Step right up
'Bout a check, yeah Some girls they act retarded
Just check the foots, yeah Some girls are 'bout it, 'bout it
Pass this to my daughter, I'ma show her what it took (yeah) I'm lookin' for a girl that will do whatever the fuck
Baby mama cover Forbes, got these other bitches shook, yeah I say, every day she be givin' it up
Now, shake that ass for me Bumpin' and grindin' that pole
Shake that ass for me The way she's grindin' that pole
Come on girl, shake that ass for me I think I'm losin' control
Shake that ass for me
Ohh girl, shake that ass for me God!
Shake that ass for me I ain't leaving without you, bitch!
Come on girl, shake that ass for me You're comin' home with me
Shake that ass for me And my boy And his boy
And his boy
I'm a menace, a dentist, an oral hygienist And his girl
Open your mouth for about four or five minutes Haha, Nate Dogg!
Take a little bit of this fluoride rin-inse
Swish, but don't spit it, swallow it and now finish Scared Money
Yeah! Why you bring that money to the club if you ain't throwin' it?
Me and Nate D-O Double-G How you naked on the 'Gram but in person you ain't showin' shit?
Lookin' for a couple bitches with some double D's Why you go against the gang, you can't beat 'em, nigga join it
Pop a little champagne and a couple E's Ain't tap in when you got to Cali, got yo' ass extorted
Slip it in her bubbly, we (finna, finna have a) Brand new coupe, I floor it, brand new bitch, gotta whore it
Brand new Glock, I adore it, have a nigga runnin' like Forrest
We about have a party (turn the music up) V.I.P., I'm very important, in the hood I ain't never no tourist
Let's get it started (go 'head shake your butt) Got the drop on a opp we Dora explore it, ay
I'm lookin for a girl I can fuck in my Hummer truck YG from the streets, YG went legit (ay)
Apple Bottom jeans and a big ol' butt YG lit, YG start a business with yo' bitch (ay)
Fifty bitches flew to Cabo, YG a trip (ay)
Some girls they act retarded (man I told ya!)
YG think he Kanye West, he got his own kicks
Some girls are 'bout it, 'bout it
Whoa, fresh out a pandemic but I ain't rusty
I want a bitch to sit at the crib with no panties on
Whoa, have a baby by me, bitch, come be lucky
Knows that she can but she won't say no
Whoa, bitch, I'ma throw it all, all the strippers love me
Whoa, walk in best dressed but I ain't no Kid Cudi
Now, look at this lady all in front of me, sexy as can be
Tonight I want a slut, would you be mine? Girl, did he just say what I think he just said?
Heard you was freaky from a friend of mine Bitch, yes
Now I hope you don't get mad at me
But I told Nate you was a freak Talkin' like you lit, yo' bitch better not be ugly
He said he wants a slut, hope you don't mind Pull up with a ten, her waist slim, ass chubby
I told him how you like it from behind Half a mili' on my neck, who gon' take it from me?
Pussy, we ballin' on you fuckin' dummies
Now, shake that ass for me
Shake that ass for me Scared money don't make no money (whoa)
Come on girl, shake that ass for me Scared money don't make no money (whoa)
Scared money don't make no money (whoa)
Shake that ass for me
Pussy, we ballin' on you fuckin' dummies (uh-oh)
Ohh girl, shake that ass for me
Shake that ass for me I'm so lit Sports Center gotta post my clips
Come on girl, shake that ass for me One lay-up and they treat me like I'm Luka Dončić
Shake that ass for me 2-6, nigga, and we used to conflict
Turn these brand new YG sneakers into Louboutin kicks
We 'bout to have a party (turn the music up) Red bottoms 'cause the blood bled out him (aw damn)
Let's get it started (go 'head shake your butt) If I miss him, 4Hunnid red dot him (aw damn)
I'm lookin for a girl with a body and a sexy strut I was thinkin' 'bout walkin' up a stack of crates (hmm)
Wanna get it poppin' baby step right up But I was busy stackin' cake
Some girls they act retarded Cole fuckin' world say the whole name
Some girls are 'bout it, 'bout it Cole think he Drizzy Drake, he got his own plane
I'm lookin' for a girl that will do whatever the fuck Flew it all around the world and now I'm back, bitch
I say, every day she be givin it up Three cribs in the same neighborhood, I'm that rich
These niggas pray to God to make it on the Shade Room
There she go Meanwhile I made it on the "Bitch, I'm hella paid" room
Shakin' that ass on the flo' Road blocks when Cole drops, they push back they rollouts
That's right pussy, make room, stay tuned, nigga
Talkin' like you lit, yo' bitch better not be ugly I said, ooh, I'm blinded by the lights
Pull up with a ten, her waist slim, ass chubby No, I can't sleep until I feel your touch
Half a mili' on my neck, who gon' take it from me? I said, ooh, I'm drowning in the night
Oh, when I'm like this, you're the one I trust (Hey, hey, hey)
Scared money don't make no money (whoa) I'm running out of time
Scared money don't make no money (whoa) 'Cause I can see the sun light up the sky
Scared money don't make no money (whoa) So I hit the road in overdrive, baby, oh
Pussy, we ballin' on you fuckin' dummies (uh-oh)
The city's cold and empty (oh)
Ball too hard on niggas like Zion when he bust out the shoe (ball) No one's around to judge me (oh)
See that lil' switch on the Glock I can't see clearly when you're gone (ch.)
You can't shoot back when we start to shootin'
Thuggin' on the block wit' YG set trippin', my pockets blue (true) I'm just walking by to let you know (by to let you know)
These VV's cost some cheese, reach for these I'll blam on you I can never say it on the phone (say it on the phone)
(baow, baow) Will never let you go this time (ooh)
Scared money don't make no money
I got shows comin' in but the trap still bunkin' (ch)
Wrap the Lamb truck white but the insides pumpkin
Grip her neck while we be hunchin'
And she like when I talk country (who you is?)
Big speaker, yeah, big shit talker, ho Untitled
Have yo' cash together, it cost a Mike Vick for a truffle bowl
(seven) Nah man, not quite finished yet...
Dollars, followers and ratchet hoes, I got a lot of those (where you
at?) Girl I think
Gettin' me some head, waitin' on my food to cook at Pappadeaux You just mighta just try-ta pull a muhfuckin fast one I'm mad
(let's go) You just hurt my god damn feeling, and that was the last one I
Big Bagg had
Does this look like an arcade, trying to play games, see the saw
Talkin' like you lit, yo' bitch better not be ugly blade
Pull up with a ten, her waist slim, ass chubby See the silhouette, of a stalker in your walk way, better cooperate
Half a mili' on my neck, who gon' take it from me?
Or get sautéed, and rotisserie, while you're hog tied
MCs get so quiet, you can hear em all fucking dog whistle when I
Scared money don't make no money (whoa) walk by
Scared money don't make no money (whoa) Colt Seavers on a mule, stuntin on that ass like the fuckin fall guy
Scared money don't make no money (whoa) I don't gas my Mercedes after midnight, I treat it like a Mogwi
Pussy, we ballin' on you fuckin' dummies Cuz it will turn into a gremlin and run over kids women & men
Vrrrrrn vrrrn! motor so big you can fit a midget in its engine
Bitch gimme them digits while your cringin'
Not by the hair on my chinny-chin-chin
Will I spen-spend even ten cents on you
Since when do you think it's gonna cost me a pretty penny
Blinding Lights Shit if I think a penny's pretty
I've been tryna call Just image how beautiful, a quarter is to me
I've been on my own for long enough Ee-nee-mee-nee-my-nee-moe, catch an eskimo by his toe
Maybe you can show me how to love, maybe
I'm going through withdrawals While he's tryin to roll a snowball but, don't make him lose his
You don't even have to do too much cool
You can turn me on with just a touch, baby
If he hollers better let him go ya'll
I look around and Sin City's cold and empty (oh)
No one's around to judge me (oh) I can't see clearly when you're Now here we go, go, go
gone Get up baby get a move on, like a u-haul
You can rack your brain like pool balls
You won't ever think of this shit, yeah honey you called?
Well here I come, havoc on the beat, I wreak it
Evil, I see hear and speak it
Lady put your money on Shady, fuck that other weak shit Thank you for coming out. Hope you enjoyed the show.
Put your eggs in the same basket Until next time... peace.
You can count every motherfuckin chicken 'fore it hatches
Cuz, you can bet your ass that, we gonna get it crackin
Like the Kraken & Titans, when they clash and
Get your brains bashin so bad
You gonna have Kurt Cobain asking to autograph on a blood
stained napkin
Unfashionable, about as rational as a rash on a fag's asshole
Now let's take that line, run it up the flag pole with Elton
See if he's cool with it, don't stand there and look stupid at me
bitch
I ain't in the mood for the shit, gif my dick, Google it till it pops up
Ya'll are so motherfuckin full of shit that your stocked up

Me, I'm always shittin diarrhea at the mouth
Till your speakers crap out (pthhhhp)
Ha, what? Girl you got a hot butt, like a lit cigarette (Chit-
chigarette)
But you won't get a hot fudge Sunday from me
So do not strut my way slut, because... Super Lyrics

(You don't own me) Now here we go, go, go Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
And now that I got your panties in a bunch and your bowels in an (Woo, Woo, Woo)
uproar Huh! Huh!
Ima show you why I came, so you stop asking me what the fuck
for —: Hook :—
Now look you little slut-cunt-whore, I know you want more Last Year, I Made Seven Million
Didn't Have To Do A Single Fu*king Show
Bitch it's time to put the math back in the Mathers Shout Out To My N!ggas Up At Coca-Cola
Cuz I'm a fuckin' (problem), run boy! For The Check They Cut Me At The Super Bowl
Every flow, got it mastered All My Life Moments Is A Super Woah!
So every last word, hat you fuckin' fags heard My N!gga Dr. Dre, He Got A Super Boat
Last Night, I Was Texting Jack Dorsey
Comes straight from the fish's ass
That's The Perks You Get From Being Super Dope
Yeah, in other words, I'm a bass-turd —: Verse 1 :—
Lookin' at me like a killed Kenny, gas in the tank? Yeah still plenty This Is Real Life, Aingt No Acting It
No morals, are instilled in me, so remorse, I really don't feel any All These Rap N!ggas, They Be Brad Pitting (Uhh! )
Eat your heart out Hannibal, Understandable why you're jealous Every Little Thing I Do Is Mad Different (Yeah!)
Got My Lil' Cousin Playing Badminton (Yeah!)
Fuckin' animal, I got cannibal magnetism Gave My Lil' Bro A Quick Fifty Piеce
Can't resist 'em now can ya hoe? He Got The Wholе Mother-Fu*king Trap Hitting
Shady, I don't understand ya flow Understand my flow? I Been Stacking Up All These A$$ets
Can't Be Conducting Any Bad Business (Nah)
Bitch I flow, like Troy Polamalu's hair, boy Like Woah! Hey! I Keep That Drip On Me
My N!gga, I'm Big Homie (Big Homie)
Don't you dare try to follow or compare boy
Huh! Hey! I Can't Ever Slip Homie
I'm raw, you ain't even medium rare, stay the fuck outta my hair My Mama Might Flip On Me (Might Flip On Me)
boy Like Woah! Hey! Drop-Top Coupe In The Mother-Fu*king
Summer
You can look, you can stare and point I Rest My Case (Rest My Case)
Like Huh! Hey! I'ma Live Life To The Fullest
But you can't touch I'm too clairvoyant
With Every Single Breath I Take, Uhh! -Huh!
I don't get it man, is there a void (Every Breath I Take)
All this weak shit, what am I, steroids? Let Me Tell You Lil' N!ggas Something Real Quick (Uhh! )
Well bitch, I'm back with some shit for that ass Hating-A$$ Ho, You Can Suck My D!ck (Suck It)
In ya trunk elephant (Hemorrhoids) Get Cold Every Time That You Touch My Wrist
I'm The Greatest, N!gga, You Can't Fu*k With This (Nah)
And remember boys...
My N!ggas Pull Up In Them Chevys And Bimmers
(You don't own me) Now here we go, go, go We All Young And Rich, You Can't Check My Demeanor
I Just Bought A Birkin For My Aunt Regina —: Hook :—
I Been Getting Money Since I Was A Senior, But (Woo) Last Year, I Made Seven Million
—: Hook :— Didn't Have To Do A Single Fu*king Show
Last Year, I Made Seven Million Shout Out To My N!ggas Up At Coca-Cola
Didn't Have To Do A Single Fu*king Show For The Check They Cut Me At The Super Bowl
Shout Out To My N!ggas Up At Coca-Cola All My Life Moments Is A Super Woah!
For The Check They Cut Me At The Super Bowl My N!gga Dr. Dre, He Got A Super Boat
All My Life Moments Is A Super Woah! Last Night, I Was Texting Jack Dorsey
My N!gga Dr. Dre, He Got A Super Boat That's The Perks You Get From Being Super Dope
Last Night, I Was Texting Jack Dorsey —: Outro :—
That's The Perks You Get From Being Super Dope One Day, One Day
—: Verse 2 :— I Can Survive
I Be Feeling Like It's Me Against The World I Can Survive
But I Can Give A Fu*k Who My Opponent Is (Nah) Hey! Hey!
N!ggas Asking Why I Dropped The YBN (I Can Survive)
I Had No Other Choice 'Cause We Aingt Own This Sh!t (Real)
You Know That Janky Sh!t, I'm Not Condoning It (Nah)
I'm With A Couple N!ggas, I Got A Bone To Pick (Real)
I'm On Some Movement Sh!t, Why All On Some Moment Sh!t
(Huh!)
But I'll Be Here Forever, Why All Can Go And Quit
We Had Bad B!tches In A New Bentley
Just Re-Upped From That New Stimmy
My Brother Counting Them Blue Benjis
Only Feel Good When My Crew With Me, Like Woah!
They Tried To Question My Character
Young, Rich, And Black, They Hate Me In America
We Some Real N!ggas, Don't Fit The Criteria
Don't Like Your Vibe, Not Allowed In My Area
I Entered This Game And I Came Here To Change It
Speak My Beliefs, Now They Calling Me Dangerous
Taking The Throne And I'm Gonna Maintain It
I Gotta Go Down As Just One Of The Greatest (Huh!)
So Anybody Got A Problem With Me
Can't Fake Kick It, Fu*k Your Politicking (Fu*k)
I Aingt Worried About It, I Know God Is With Me (Amen)
And Your Piece Of Mind Is Worth A Dollar Fifty
But (Lord)
Guess who's back?

Still, doing that shit Andre?
(Oh for sho', check me out)
It's still Dre Day nigga, AK nigga

Though I've grown a lot, can't keep it home a lot
'Cause when I frequent the spots that I'm known to rock
You hear the bass from the truck when I'm on the block
Ladies they pay homage, but haters say Dre fell off
How nigga? My last album was The Chronic (Nigga)
They want to know if he still got it
They say rap's changed
They wanna know how I feel about it
(If you ain't up on thangs)
Dr. Dre is the name
I'm ahead of my game
Still puffing my leafs
still D.R.E. Still fuck with the beats, still not loving police
Still rock my khakis with a cuff and a crease
Yeah, nigga Still got love for the streets, reppin' 213 (For life)
I'm still fucking with you Still the beats bang, still doing my thang
Still waters run deep Since I left ain't too much changed, still
Still Snoop Dogg and D-R-E, '99 nigga
I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world Still taking my time to perfect the beat
(Still) Hitting them corners in them low-lows, girl And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E
Still taking my time to perfect the beat
And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world
(Still) Hitting them corners in them low-lows, girl
I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world Still taking my time to perfect the beat
(Still) Hitting them corners in them low-lows, girl And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E
And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world
Since the last time you heard from me, I lost some friends Still taking my time to perfect the beat
Well, hell, me and Snoop, we dippin' again And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E
Kept my ear to the streets, signed Eminem
He's triple platinum, doing 50 a week Right back up in your motherfuckin' ass
Still, I stay close to the heat Nine-five plus four pennies, add that shit up
And even when I was close to defeat, I rose to my feet D.R.E. right back up on top of thangs
My life's like a soundtrack I wrote to the beat Smoke some wit' your Dogg
Treat rap like Cali' weed, I smoke 'til I sleep No stress, no seeds, no stems, no sticks!
Wake up in the a.m., compose a beat Some of that real sticky-icky-icky
I bring the fire 'til you're soaking in your seat Ooh wee! Put it in the air!
It's not a fluke, it's been tried, I'm the truth Well, you's a fool, D-R, ha-ha
Since "Turn Out the Lights" from the World Class Wreckin Cru
I'm still at it, after-mathematics
In the home of drive-bys and ak-matics
Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic
I dip through, then I give you (Still) D-R-E
I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world

And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E

And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E
It ain't nothing but more hot shit

Another classic CD for y'all to vibe with
Whether you're cooling on the corner with your fly bitch (Biatch)
Laid back in the shack, play this track
I'm representing for the gangstas all across the world
Still (Hittin' them corners in them low-lows, girl)
I'll break your neck, damn near put your face in your lap
Niggas try to be the king but the ace is back
So if you ain't up on thangs
Dr. Dre be the name still running the game
Still, got it wrapped like a mummy
Still ain't tripping, love to see young blacks get money
Spend time out the hood, take they moms out the hood
Hit my boys off with jobs, no more living hard
Barbeques every day, driving fancy cars
Still gon' get mine regardless


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Kamikaze Eminem I don't think this typhoon's letting up any time soon, here I go

Eyes closed, blindfolded, I'm 'bout to

Not Alike We can spit it for ya, advance

The Ringer Maybe your cup's full of syrup and lean

Venom (music from the

And I know they're gonna hate

V-Venomous, the thoughts spun With the ballpoint pen I'm

So I'm choppin' 'em up like Dahmer

It's my alter-ego's fault, these evil thoughts can be so dark

I can't understand a word you say (I'm tone deaf)

I see the rap game then attack the verses (uh)

And get offline, quit whinin', this is just a rhyme, bitch

Showed them all the blueprint and formula

Never sold dope for no gold rope

'Cause I'm from Slaughterhouse (People), check yourself

Business You 'bout to witness hip hop in its most purest

Quick gotta move fast, gotta perform miracles

Obie Trice, real name no gimmicks

By the time you hear this I'll probably already be outtie

Say give me a buck, need that gushy stuff

Sun is down, freezin' cold

She's in love with who I am

Slept through the flight, ayy

Ya'll are so motherfuckin full of shit that your stocked up

Till your speakers crap out (pthhhhp)

So do not strut my way slut, because... Super Lyrics

Guess who's back?

It's still Dre Day nigga, AK nigga

I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world

I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world

It ain't nothing but more hot shit

I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world

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