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
Crash like an F-15
Damage already done
Y'all should've let me be
Fack, fack on everyone
Fack, fack on everyone
Fack, fack on everyone
I'm a Kamikaze, gonna
I turned to rap 'cause it made me feel tough when I wasn't
(Wasn't)
From the moment I heard rap was cussin', I was in (Was in)
Which is why I identify with the guy
Who I was invented by, Dre's Frankenstein
Energized like a nine volt, ice cold like Snake Eyes
Twice in a row on a dice roll
But if the only reason I blowed is 'cause I'm white though
Why don't every other white rapper sell what I sold? (Ooh)
Kamikaze pilot, I wrote my suicide note
Here come the guys in white coats tryin' to stop me
'Fore I jump behind the controls and try to fly into foes
'Cause I'm takin' y'all with me when I go cyclone
Wait, got the eeriest feelin', somethin' evil is lurkin'
I'm no conspiracy theorist but somethin' here is a foot
Oh yeah, it's my dick
Get the measurin' stick (What?)
Twelve inches of wood (Haha)
Wait, but I've been goin' for your jugular since Craig G, Duck
Alert
And I've come to pay respects 'cause if you sleep, you're fucked
Other words, you get laid to rest
And I hope your butt is hurt
Put me on a track, I go cray on it like a color book
You got some views, but you're still below me
Mine are higher, so when you compare our views, you get
overlooked
And I don't say the hook unless I wrote the hook
And now I'm just freestylin' in the vocal booth
And you know I've always spoke the truth
You lyin' through your teeth so much, you broke a tooth
And it ain't somethin' I need a phone to do
When I say I can't wait 'til I get ahold of you
And I don't know what I'm s'posed to do
Line up the rappers, take my pic like a photo shoot
Fall
You know, everybody's been tellin' me what they think about
me for the last few months
It's too loud
Maybe it's time I tell 'em what I think about them
Can't hear it coming down the hallway stairs from the parking
lot
It's too loud
Three's not a crowd all up in it Slow fire
Don't fall on my face Don't fall on my faith, oh
Don't fall on my fate Don't fall on my faith, oh
Don't fall on my fate Don't fall on my
Gotta concentrate, against the clock I race
Got no time to waste, I'm already late, I got a marathoner's
pace
Went from addict to a workaholic, word to Dr. Dre in that first
marijuana tape
Guess I got a chronic case
And I ain't just blowin' smoke, 'less it's in your mama's face
I know this time Paul and Dre, they won't tell me what not to
say
And though me and my party days have all pretty much
parted ways
You'd swear to God I've forgot I'm the guy that made "Not
Afraid"
One last time for Charlamagne
If my response is late, it's just how long it takes
To hit my fuckin' radar, I'm so far away
These rappers are like Hunger Games
One minute, they're mocking JAY
Next minute, they get they style from Migos or they copy
Drake
Maybe I just don't know when to turn around and walk away
But all the hate, I call it "Walk on Water" gate
I've had as much as I can tolerate
I'm sick and tired of waitin', I done lost my patience
I can take all of you motherfuckers on at once
You wanted Shady? You got him!
Don't fall on my
Somebody tell Budden before I snap, he better fasten it
Or have his body bag get zipped
The closest thing he's had to hits is smacking bitches
And don't make me have to give it back to Akademiks
Say this shit is trash again, I'll have you twisted
Like you had it when you thought you had me slippin' at the
telly
Even when I'm gettin' brain, you'll never catch me with a thot
Lacking with it, "He ain't spit like this on his last shit"
Hoe, you better go back and listen
You know me better, thinkin' I'll slow or let up
Call it trap 'cause it's a total setup
Hopin' that you rappers fall in that
Dre said, "Hold your head up" Kathy Griffin
Stackin' ammunition, slap the clip and cock it back on
competition
This is how I shot ahead (pew)
Gabby Gifford, my attack is viscous, Jack the Ripper, back in
business
Tyler create nothing, I see why you called yourself a f', bitch
It's not just 'cause you lack attention
It's because you worship D12's balls, you're sack-rilegious
If you're gonna critique me, you better at least be as good or
better
Get Earl the Hooded Sweater, whatever his name is
To help you put together some words, more than just two
letters
The fans waited for this moment
Like that feature when I stole the show
Sorry if I took forever
Don't fall on
Just remember, I was here before you
And I'll be here after you make your run-in for you
Detractors, I might have to fuck Pitchfork with a corkscrew
Just what the doctor ordered Revenge is the best medicine
Increase the dose, from least to most
Then tell the Grammys to go and fuck themselves
They suck the blood from all the biggest artists like some
leeches
So they nominate 'em, get 'em there, get a name to MC the
show
Every parasite needs a host (ha)
Then give Album of the Year to somebody that no one's ever
even heard of
All I know is I wrote every single word of everything I ever
murdered
Time to separate the sheep from goats (yeah)
And I got no faith in your writers, I don't believe in ghosts
When rap needed it most, I was that wing and a prayer
A beacon of hope put a B-I-R-D in the air
Somewhere, some kid is bumping this while he lip-syncs in
the mirror
That's who I'm doin' it for, the rest I don't really even care
But you would think I'm carryin' a Oxford dictionary in my
pocket
How I'm buryin' these artists
On a scale of turnt you're minus
Mine says very, yours says hardly
And what's scary is you probably can compare me to your car
'Cause I'm just barely gettin' started (woo)
And far as Lord Jamar, you better leave me the hell alone
Or I'll show you an Elvis clone
Walk up in this house you own
Thrust my pelvic bone
Use your telephone, then go fetch me the remote
Put my feet up and just make myself at home
I belong here, clown!
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
Only time you'll ever say, I lost
You'll be talkin' 'bout Fetty Wap, better call Diddy
Just to try to get me off and you better hope I don't call Trick Trick
Bitch, this shit don't fly in our city
Punk, you don't disrespect OG's, R.I.p. Prodigy
Sold Dre my soul and I told him
The moment he signed me that I'll be the most hated, though made it
So that there's no shame, it's okay to own it 'cause life is a bitch,
she's a bow-legged hoe
But now days are over, I Harvey Weinstein, a bathrobe hangin' over
My code name is Groper, I role play with lotion
I fucked the whole world then I throw away the Trojan
Old lederhosen with home-made explosives, I blow eighty holes in
you
Don't make me go in, I OJ the flows and I'm insult to injury
Rolaids to Goldman, I'm throat spray and Motrin, I throated Nicole
As they both there to choke and my whole blade is soakin'
I double-edge sworded 'cause one place
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
Greatest
Motherfuckers talkin' crazy (yeah), sayin' I should quit (yeah)
I fuckin' tell 'em make me (bitch), eat a fuckin' dick (yeah)
I'm feelin' like the greatest (woo), on the beat who ever did it
Mike WiLL the one who made it, it's Shady on the lyrics
I'm somewhat outlandish they say
You say we're cut from the same cloth
But I guess you fabricate, eh?
You better bring more men than the Latter Day Saints
Manic states, Steven Paddock with automatic stay spray
At anything that may stand in they way
As I stand at the bay window with a hand grenade
And a trey eight, at the Mandalay Bay
Common sense, I'm a dollar short and a day late
James Holmes at the Saturday Batman matinee
Must have missed my CAT scan that day
I just threw a Tampax at Dre
Trashcan, Tascam and ashtray
I'm turning back to a madman, can't take
Anymore but I try to get away from the anger and rage
My basal ganglia's an A to the K
Get your ass spayed like bidets breakin' your legs
Eight different ways, aim for the waist, you chumps don't
Even know how to do somethin'
To give goosebumps a day when you say
That somethin' you won't give someone a lump in their throat
If you had 'em choked up you'd be yankin' my chain
Feel like I'm headed for a padded cell, the
Bar for me what I rap isn't fair but
Guess that's the standard I'm held to
But if somethin' like that doesn't tell ya
At minimal, I'm fuckin' these syllables
I let them lick on my genitals
I'm a fuckin' invisible, indefensible, despicable difficult prick, a little bit
unpredictable
I spit the formidable, that you bitches are fuckin' with the original
I consider me and Nickel identical
But not us, the only thing we have in common's I'm a dick and you
suck
Otherwise one has nothin' to do with the other
None comes close to
Skunk, bug, soldier
Tongue, shrub, shoulder
One month older
Sponge, mob, colder
Nun, rug, holster
Lug nut, coaster
Lung, jug, roaster
Young Thug poster
Unplugged toaster
You set a mark too high when platinum sales are looked at as a
failure
Then you better take it back to the shelter
And Hamburger Helper, 'cause damn it I'm still the
Greatest in the world, greatest in the world, greatest in the world
(No lie) I might be
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
Never be as good, never be as good
Packing up wife-beaters, white t-shirts, white-I'm the greatest
So you sold 10 million albums, eh? (What?)
Only problem is, you put out 10 million albums, eh? (Haha)
Wait, what was I just about to say?
Oh yeah, let me get this out the way
I know there's people that are pissed about the way I
mispronounced the name "DIE ANTWOORD!"
Fuck, I still can't say the shit
But how quickly they forget who the fuck I was
Now Ninja try to duck my slugs, you let your girl get fucked by
Muggs I'd like to give a shout to Cypress
This can't be real, you dissed me and I was just tryin' to
Give you a shout, now get the fuck out my rhyme book
No more shiners, already too much time took, and rappers
I hear you talkin' shit, I'm just too big to respond to it
God forbid I forget, go and jump out the window
Somebody better child-proof it
'Cause if I lose it we can rewind to some old Ja Rule shit
And I can remind motherfuckers how I do shit
You don't got the tools, I got my toolkit, I bullshit you not
Y'all fools just forgot that I'm so fuckin' awful with the thoughts
And when I'm hostile and impossible to stop
So you call it a nostril 'cause it's not gonna ever
I'll never let up on the pedal, might as well get the mop
'Cause I'm wipin' everyone up in this genre
'Cause on the mic I feel like I'm the
Oh yeah, and one more thing I want to mention Is you're one
dimension
I'm a monkey wrench and I can flunk detention
I love contentions so welcome to the gun convention
Muscles flexin', gotta strut like a front suspension
And you just stuck the key up in the ignition
And gave me enough gas to flood my engine (yeah)
Psychopath, Michael's Jack's blowin' up like a raft
I just slapped Vlad with a ISIS flag
Bet you I come back twice as bad (uh)
Revival didn't go viral
Denaun and Royce tell me that I should take the high road
Fuck that, I'm finna hit back
Stepping Stone
Take me to the river Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
It's 2002, everything was totally new
We were globally huge, watchin' sales go through the roof
We wrote and we feuded, Runyon Avenue soldiers included
A multitude of homies who would bounce for no good excuse
We were so bulletproof—wrote, souped and soaked in our youth
Thought we was runnin' shit 'til we lost the sole of our shoe
The death of Doody broke us in two
We were thrown for a loop, ain't none of us know what to do
And at the time I was goin' through my own struggles too
So I wasn't in no condition to be coachin' us through
Everyone tried to go solo, really nobody blew
I was hopin' they do, so I ain't have to shoulder the crew
The plan was put everyone in position so that they knew
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
'Cause the truth is, the moment that Proof died, so did the group
Shoot...
If I could leave this all behind
I could open up my eyes and walk in a straight line
Down to the river with you
Help me leave this all behind
I'ma wash away my sins I'ma rinse away this dirt
I forgot to make amends To all the friends I may have hurt
I better stop and say my grace From it I pray that I don't fall
'Cause on the way back down I may
End up runnin' back into them all
I never meant to use you all as my stepping stones
It was never the same, and it's bothered me since
And the farther we drift apart, the more awkward it gets
The more time goes by, the more life happens
And we gotta be men, we got responsibilities
Plus we don't say how we feel
And I feel like this is what got us in the debacle we're in
Been with you guys thick and thin
'Til I run out of gun powder and split the scene
Hold the mic similar to pistol, squeeze
And I shoot from the hip when I grip them things
And my lips and the clips got the SIG lit like it's nicotine
Trigger me and Slim gets mean
Bars are like bullets when I spit them schemes
That's why I call the motherfuckers M-16's
Float like a butterfly, I'm gonna sting like a bee, you ain't harmin' a
thing
I hit a ding hard as I'm gonna swing
I'm gonna need to put my arm in a sling
But like a wedding band you gotta be diamond to even climb in
the ring
An anomaly, I'm Muhammad Ali
'Cause I knew one day I'm gonna be theGreatest in the world,
greatest in the world, greatest in the world (No lie) I might
But it's almost as if sometimes we're not even friends
Which reminded me Biz, "Rockstar" was the shit
Y'all coulda got you a hit without me on the shit
If you woulda put D12 on it, wish I coulda did
More than try talkin' you into comin' up off of it
I know it wasn't my fault, but part of it probably is
I think of all of the trips to BET
And the rappers I wish that we woulda politicked with
Maybe y'all coulda clicked and got you some features
But that's water under the bridge
But I'm washin' my sins in it 'til my conscience is cleansed
If I could leave this all behind
I could open up my eyes and walk in a straight line
Down to the river with you
Help me leave this all behind
I'ma wash away my sins
I'ma rinse away this dirt
I forgot to make amends
To all the friends I may have hurt
I better stop and say my grace
From it I pray that I don't fall
'Cause on the way back down I may
End up runnin' back into them all
I never meant to use you all as my stepping stones
Bacardi and Hen', never thought the party would end
One minute you're bodyin' shit, but then your audience splits
You can already sense the climate is startin' to shift
To these kids you no longer exist
Went from rainin' cats and dogs in this bitch
To tiny drops, little drips
And by the time your reign is over, you'll hardly be missed
You start thinkin' of all the artists you dissed
All the carnage you left, is this the kind of karma you get
For turnin' your fuckin' back on Bizzy, Kuniva and Swift?
A Freudian slip, subconsciously, I honestly wished
I ain't feel so much guilt and y'all didn't harbor resentment
But it's hard to pretend that y'all ain't got none
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
This is not how I planned for our story to end
I love all of you men
But I just can't be the guy everybody depends
On for entire careers 'cause that's not even fair
I will always be here, but that spark isn't there
And I don't know how to recapture that time and that era
I've tried hearkening back to, but I'm fightin' for air
I'm barely chartin' myself
Feels like I'm on the descent, but it was not my intent
To treat y'all like a stepping stone
Though I ain't left no one behind, but we been down every road
Done all we possibly can, I know we kept our hopes up
But the longer we spend livin' this lie that we live
The Ringer
Yeah, yo I'm just gonna write down my first thoughts
And see where this takes me
'Cause I feel like I wanna punch the world in the fuckin' face right
now
Yeah, let me explain just how to make greatness
Straight out the gate, I'm 'bout to break you down
Ain't no mistakes allowed, but make no mistake I'm 'bout
To rape the alphabet, I may raise some brows
If I press the issue just to get the anger out (brrr)
Full magazine could take Staples out
Savage, but ain't thinkin' 'bout no bank account
But bitch I'm off the chain like Kala Brown
Motherfucker, shut the fuck up when I'm talkin', lil' bitch
I'm sorry, wait, what's your talent? Oh, critiquin'
My talent? Oh, bitch, I don't know who the fuck y'all are
To give a sub-par bar, even have an opinion or view
You mention me, millions of views, attention in news
I mention you, lose-lose for me, win-win for you
Billions of views, your ten cents are two
Skim through the music to give shit reviews
To get clicks, but bitch, you just lit the fuse
Don't get misconstrued, business as us'
Shit-list renewed, so get shit to do
Or get dissed 'cause
I just don't get what the fuck half the shit is that you're listening to
Do you have any idea how much I hate this choppy flow
Everyone copies though? Probably no
Get this fuckin' audio out my Audi yo, adios
I can see why people like Lil' Yachty, but not me though
Not even dissin', it just ain't for me
All I am simply is just an emcee
Maybe "Stan" just isn't your cup of tea
The less is left for closure, so let's let this go
It's not goodbye to our friendship, but D12 is over
I'ma wash away my sins
I'ma rinse away this dirt
I forgot to make amends
To all the friends I may have hurt
I better stop and say my grace
From it I pray that I don't fall
'Cause on the way back down I may
End up runnin' back into them all
I never meant to use you all as my stepping stones
I never mant to make you feel like my stepping stones
I never meant to use you all for my stepping stones
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
Paul wants me to chill, y'all want me to ill
I should eat a pill, probably I will
Old me kill the new me, watch him bleed to death
I breathe on the mirror, I don't see my breath
Possibly I'm dead, I must be possessed
Like an evil spell, I'm E-V-I-L (evil, but spelled)
Jam a Crest Whitestrip in the tip of my dick with an ice pick
Stick it in a vice grip, hang it on a spike fence
Bang it with a pipe wrench
While I take my ball sack and flick it like a light switch
Like Vice President Mike Pence
Back up on my shit in a Sidekick as I lay it on a spike strip
These are things that I'd rather do than hear you on a mic
Since nine-tenths of your rhyme is about ice and
Jesus Christ man, how many times is someone gonna fuck on my
bitch?
(Fuck my side chick!)
You won't ever see Em icy, but as cold as I get on the M-I-C
I polarize shit so the Thames might freeze
And your skull might split like I bashed you upside it
Bitch I got the club on smash like a nightstick (yeah)
Turn down for what? I ain't loud enough
Nah, turn the Valium up!
'Cause I don't know how I'm gonna get your mouths to shut
Now when it doesn't matter what caliber I spit at
I'll bet a hundred thousand bucks
You'll just turn around and just be like, "Man, how the fuck
Sourpuss gonna get mad just 'cause his album sucks
And now he wants to take it out on us?" (Ooouuu)
But last week, an ex-fan mailed me a copy
Of The Mathers LP to tell me to study
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
Especially an effing Recovery clone of me (NFing)
So finger-bang, chicken wang, MGK, Iggy 'Zae
Lil' Pump, Lil' Xan imitate Lil' Wayne
I should aim at everybody in the game, pick a name
I'm fed up with being humble
And rumor is I'm hungry, I'm sure you heard rumblings
I heard you wanna rumble like an empty stomach
I heard your mumblin' but it's jumbled in mumbo-jumbo
The era that I'm from will pummel you
That's what it's comin' to
What the fuck are you gonna do when you run into?
I'm gonna crumble you and I'll take a number two
And dump on you if you ain't Joyner
If you ain't Kendrick or Cole or Sean then you're a goner
I'm 'bout to bring it to anyone in this bitch who want it
I guess when you walk into BK you expect a Whopper
You can order a Quarter Pounder when you go to McDonald's
But if you're lookin' to get a porterhouse you better go get Revival
But y'all are acting like I tried to serve you up a slider
Now you see why I don't sleep
Not even a wink, I don't blink
I don't doze off, I don't even nod to the beats
I don't even close my fuckin' eyes when I sneeze
"Aw, man! That BET cypher was weak, it was garbage
The Thing ain't even orange, oh my God, that's a reach!"
Shout to all my colorblind people, each and every one of y'all
If you call a fire engine green, aquamarine
Or you think water is pink
"Dawg, that's a date, " "Looks like an olive to me"
"Look, there's an apple!" "No it's not, it's a peach!"
So finger-bang, Pootie Tang, Burger King, Gucci Gang, dookie,
dang
Charlamagne gonna hate anyway
Doesn't matter what I say
Give me Donkey of the Day
What a way for 2018 to get underway
But I'm gonna say everything that I wanna say
Welcome to the slaughterhouse, bitch (yeah)
Invite 'em in like a One A Day
I'm not done (preach)
'Cause I feel like the beast of burden
That line in the sand, was it even worth it?
'Cause the way I see people turnin'
Is makin' it seem worthless
It's startin' to defeat the purpose
I'm watchin' my fan base shrink to thirds
And I was just trying to do the right thing, but word
Maybe the vocals should have been auto-tuned
And you would have bought it
But sayin' I no longer got it
'Cause you missed the line and never caught it
'Cause it went over your head, because you're too stupid to get it
'Cause you're mentally retarded but pretend to be the smartest
With your expertise and knowledge, but you'll never be an artist
And I'm harder on myself than you could ever be regardless
What I'll never be is flawless, all I'll ever be is honest
Even when I'm gone they're gonna say I brought it
Even when I hit my forties like a fuckin' alcoholic
With a bottle full of malt liquor
But I couldn't bottle this shit any longer
The fact that I know that I'ma hit my bottom
If I don't pull myself from the jaws of defeat and rise to my feet
I don't see why y'all even started with me
I get in beefs, my enemies die
I don't ceasefire 'til at least all are deceased
I'm eastside, never be caught slippin'
Has the court of public opinion reached a verdict
Or still yet to be determined?
'Cause I'm determined to be me, critique the worship
But if I could go back I'd at least reword it
And say I empathize with the people this evil serpent
Sold the dream to that he's deserted
But I think it's workin'
These verses are makin' him a wee bit nervous
And he's too scurred to answer me with words
'Cause he knows that he will lyrically get murdered
But I know at least he's heard it
'Cause Agent Orange just sent the Secret Service
To meet in person to see if I really think of hurtin' him
Or ask if I'm linked to terrorists
I said, "Only when it comes to ink and lyricists"
But my beef is more media journalists
(Hold up, hold up, hold up)
I said, my beef is more meaty, a journalist
Can get a mouthful of flesh
And yes, I mean eating a penis
'Cause they been pannin' my album to death
So I been givin' the media fingers
Don't wanna turn this to a counselling sesh
But they been puttin' me through the ringer
So I ain't ironin' shit out with the press
But I just took this beat to the cleaners
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
Held against your will like a hubcap or mud flap
Beat strangler attack
So this ain't gonna feel like a love tap
Eat painkiller pills, fuck up the track
Like, what's her name's at the wheel? Danica Patrick
Threw the car into reverse at the Indy, a nut crashin'
Into ya, the back of it just mangled steel
My Mustang and the Jeep Wrangler grill
With the front smashed, much as my rear fender, assassin
Slim be a combination of an actual kamikaze and Gandhi
(Gandhi)
Translation, I will probably kill us both
When I end up backin' into ya
You ain't gonna be able to tell what the fuck's happenin' to ya
When you're bit with the-
I said knock knock, let the devil in
Alien, E-E-Elliott phone home
Ain't no telling when this chokehold
On this game will end, I'm loco
Became a Symbiote, so
My fangs are in your throat, hoe
You're snake-bitten with my, venom
Gun cocked, bump stock, double-aught, buckshot
Tire thumper, a garrote, tie a couple knots
Fired up and caught fire, juggernaut
Punk rock, bitch, it's goin' down like Yung Joc
'Cause the Doc put me on like sunblock
Why the fuck not, you only get one shot
Ate shit 'til I can't taste it
Chased it with straight liquor
Then paint thinner, then drank 'til I faint
And awake with a headache
And I take anything in rectangular shape
Then I wait to face the demons I'm bonded to
'Cause they're chasin' me but I'm part of you
So escapin' me is impossible
I latch onto you like a parasite
And I probably ruined your parents' life
And your childhood too
'Cause if I'm the music that y'all grew up on
I'm responsible for you retarded fools
I'm the super villain Dad and Mom was losin' their marbles to
You marvel that? Eddie Brock is you
And I'm the suit, so call me-
Good Guy
Here we go again, from heroes to villains
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
Would be dope, but
What kind of lengths can you go?
Pull a Vincent van Gogh, just to convince a damn ho
To be a housewife who outright lies
She's blackout drunk, now she's backin' out my drive
I ran outside, why's she tryna act out?
She's just about my size
Hit me in the mouth twice
Guys, when someone you die for sticks a steak knife in your heart
Do you try more?
Another late night in
She stumbles through my door, lets the daylight in
And all we do's fight more
And I ain't violent
But she's goin' through my drawers to plant the K-Y in
I'm gettin' accused by a whore
Who smells like St. Ides and
Who has probably screwed five more guys, sucked eight, nine
men
I'm takin' two by fours, to our eight by tens
Bitch, it's you I tore, out the frame, I win
Put up a new high score, beat this game I'm in
And here's some two-ply for
When you date my friends, in order to wipe your ass
When you moved your bowels
When we renewed our vows
This the thanks I get?
I'm waitin' for the day
I can hear you say, "Marshall, what a skank I've been
And there's a new guy, you're being replaced by him"
Got your tubes tied for him
Got that boob job for him
Hurts me to my core
But the pain I'm in
After you, I swore To make the gray skies end
Here come the rays like when
You get a pay hike, and, am I the good guy, or
Do I just play like him and hope that he dumps you?
It's like a dream come true, just to scream "Fuck you"
Guess you take life in the same way you play dice then
'Cause you just look at me and roll them little snakes eyes in
Since you bought the jury, they'll call me guilty, they'll call me
guilty
You bought the jury, they'll call me guilty, even though you know
the real me
Can't be the cheater, convincin' nonbeliever
And I ain't in my feelings, I'm out but I let you say that you're the
good guy
'Cause this ain't what love looks like
You can't be the cheater, convincin' nonbeliever
And I ain't in my feelings, I'm out but I let you say that you're the
good guy
Play like you're the good guy, play like, play like
Play like you're the good guy
Alfred’s Theme
Before I check the mic (check, check, one, two)
I give it an extra swipe with a Lysol disinfectant wipe (good
evening)
Coronavirus in effect tonight
Antiseptics on deck, I got every type (yeah)
I throw on my tux, then I (yeah) give zero fucks, then I (yeah)
Act like a jockstrap (uh), cup my nuts, then I (yeah)
Check my ball hair (what?), make sure it's all there (yeah)
Then call the pallbearer (yeah)
It's Music to Be Murdered By again, why stop?
Overkill like a pipe bomb in your pine box
You're all hitched to my cock (what?)
Went from punchin' a time clock to getting my shot
Then treated it like a cyclops
Like it's the only one I got
And my thoughts are like nines cocked (chk-chk)
Every line's obscene, pervertedest mind, got the dirtiest rhyme
stocked
That's why there's parental advising (visine) every time I drop
(eye drop)
So throw on the theme to Alfred, I'll channel him like the Panama
Canal
But how could I get up in arms about you saying trash is all that I
put out?
Bitch, I still get the bag when I'm putting garbage out
Plus, the potty mouth, I'm not about to wash it out
The filthiest, so all this talk about "I'm washed up", how
preposterous
Because if cleanliness is next to godliness
It's obvious that it's impossible for me to be beside myself
And I'm 'bout that capital like a proper noun
Still on top the pile
Got me sitting on numbers like a pocket dial
Quick to call you out on your bullshit
Don't make me give that crock a dial
'Cause if I do, it's see you later, alligator
Made it out the trailer, then I made a vow to cater to no one
So hate, I've gained about the same amount that's in my bank
account
So here's some more shit for you to complain about, I say the
Bars that never slack, but always get attacked (yeah)
I think they're gunnin' for me, it's startin' to feel like that
Like I'm marked, 'cause when I rap, it's like fallin' on my back in a
tar pit
'Cause I have this target on my back (ew, yuck)
But if I ever double-crossed my fans and lost my Stans
I'd probably pop five Xans (yeah)
Go in my garage, start my van
Inhale as much carbon monoxide and exhaust I can
And doze off like
But odds like that, with these thoughts I have's
Like a giant getting squashed by ants
If this is the test of time, I'd pass with flying colors
Like I just tossed my crayons (tossed my crayons)
Small, medium, and large size cans
Sanitizers of all types, brands, cost nine bands
Which is a small price for Lysol wipes and
If my palms brush across my pants, I wash my hands
Shit, hold on, man Motherfucker
Happy birthday to- Fuck (shh, quiet)
I sit in silence in candlelit environments
Sipping Wild Irish while getting violent
Homicidal visions when I'm spitting like this
But really I'm just fulfilling my wish of killing rhymes
Which is really childish and silly, but I'm really like this
I'm giving nightmares to Billie Eilish, I'm Diddy's side bitch
What the fuck? Hold on, wait
"I'm Diddy's side bitch?"
Oh, I'm still east side, bitch
Yeah, I'm a card, like Hallmark
At Walmart with a small cart buying wall art
And y'all who claim to be dogs aren't
No bite, like a tree, mostly just all bark, arf, arf
But y'all pickin' the wrong tree
They call me dog because I'm bar king (bark, bark)
And I got a lot, yeah, like where cars park
I'd describe it as bowling (why?) ball hard (ball's hard)
'Cause the gutter's where my mind is and when
It's in this frame, better split like the five and the ten
'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)
The cypher begins
I'm talkin' smack like heroin, the mic's a syringe
It's like a binge, Vicodin, I would liken to tin
My mind is a recycling bin
There's no place I never been
But I never budge and I never bend
You hyperextend on me, this game's life, it depends
Like adult diapers for men
So until the E-N-D, since EPMD
Been givin' y'all the business (yeah), D-R-E and me (yup)
From the MMLP to MTBMB (bitch)
Bitch, it's 2020, you still ain't seein' me (haha)
So call me Santa Clause (Santa Clause)
'Cause at the present (yeah), I out-rap 'em all, I'm at the mall
Got your bitch in a bathroom stall, she could suck a basketball
(uh)
Through a plastic straw (yeah) with a fractured jaw (damn)
My dick is coat check (ha), she wanna jack it off (yeah)
I'm so far past the bar, I should practice law
Mentally, I'm fucked up General Lee (duh)
Dukes of Hazzard car (yeah), get the cadaver dogs
'Cause this is murder, murder and you'll get murked, murked
This music 'bout to kill you, brr, brr (brr)
This chicken hit my phone, she said, "Chirp, chirp"
I said, "Hut, hut, hike your skirt, skirt"
Then go eat some worms, like the early bird
What the fuck is love? That's a dirty word
Make me fall in it, there's not a girl on Earth
Or any other planet, that's a world of hurt
And I won't buy a designer, 'cause I don't pander (panda)
But I'm back with so many knots, I need a chiropractor (damn)
And this the final chapter, 'cause I'm either frying after
Or they gon' give me the needle (what?) like a vinyl scratcher
(DJ)
Even when I'm rappin' less stellar
It's sour grapes, I still whine, I'm the best seller
Like a trey deuce, spray you as these shots penetrate through
Dre's booth
And go straight through your grapefruit, no escape route
So you won't leave here just scathed with a few scrape wounds
Your ass is grass and I am not gonna graze you
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)
So you'd be a fitted (yeah), so don't act like you fittin' to snap
Bitch, I'll pee on your head like a Phillies hat (haha)
No stoppin' me, you're on a window shopping spree
Bitch, you probably go broke at the Dollar Tree
You never buy shit, all you ever cop's a plea
You're always punkin' out like Halloween
You rather opt to flee, you need to stop it, punk
Homie, you're not a G, act like you got the pump
And you're gonna cock the heat or get the Glock and dump
Bitch, if you shot a tree, you wouldn't pop the trunk
Yeah, and I'm buddies with Alfred, we about to
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)
Just landed in Los Angeles when this chick Angela and her grandmother
in a tan
Colored van pulled up with a hand full of Xans
And a substantial amount of ganja, just to ask what my
Plans for the night are (yeah)
I said sneakin' to the Sleep Inn for the weekend and pretend it's a five star
Yeah, or leap into the deep end of the pool, I can show you where the
dives are
We don't even gotta drive far
I know this spot that is so live, but I'm tryna get some head first, like a
nose dive (haha)
So many side chicks, can't decide which to slide with and which should I
ditch
So when it comes to ass, bitch, I get behind like the Heimlich (yeah)
Had one chick who liked to flip sometimes on some switchin' sides shit
Pushed her out the side, kicked, then I flipped
The lil' white bitch off like a light switch (bitch)
It's okay not to like my shit
Everything's fine, drink your wine, bitch
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?
You think gettin' rid of me's a piece of cake?
I'm harder than findin' Harvey Weinstein a date (Haha)
And that's why they say I got more lines than Black Friday
So save that shit for the damn library (shh)
You heard of Kris Kristofferson? (Yeah) Well, I am piss piss off'ed-eson
(oh)
Paul's askin' for Christmas off again
I said, "No, " then I spit this song for him, it goes
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, yeah)
Bitch, I can make an orange rhyme with banana, oranana
Eating pork rinds, sword fightin' in pajamas
At the crib, playin' Fortnite with your grandma
But I'm more like I'm 4'5" with the grammar
Bitch, 'bout to show you why your five favorite rappers, can't touch this
But before I get the hammer, I should warn you I'm Thor-like in this
manner
But the day I lose sleep over you critiquin' me or
I ever let you cocksuckers eat at me
I'd need to be a motherfuckin' pizzeria, but you ain't gettin' no cheese from
me
I went from Lil' Ceasers, BLT-ses, grilled cheeses
Bein' dirt poor to filthy rich, I'm still me, bitch
Like a realtor, it's realty, bitch (real talk)
Aftermath, bitch, whole camp's lit
We put out fire, Dre stamps it
With my cohorts, hit up Bogart
Yeah, got your whole squad yellin', "Oh, God"
Here comes Marshall, with no holds barred
Bitch, I'm a hurricane, you're a blow hard
Like your old broad, she full of semen, like the coast guard
And life's been pretty good to me so far, for the most part
Had a couple of run-in's with popo, caught
A couple assault charges, got a few priors like crowbars
Which is so odd 'cause I'm forty-eight now
That 5-0's startin' to creep up on me like a patrol car
I'll be an old fart, but you don't want no part, so bitch, don't start
Simmer down, compose yourself, Mozart
I ain't went nowhere, call me coleslaw
'Cause I'm out for the cabbage and I'm so raw
And if time is money, you have no clocks
And any folk caught within close proximity's gettin' Colt cocked
My enemies I'm a chimney give me the smoke, opps
And R.I.P. to King Von, and it don't stop, and I know not
What the fuck you say? I told y'all, it ain't me, it's my alter-ego's fault
But if y'all wanna cancel me, no prob'
I'll tell you the same thing I told Paul
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 (I'm tone deaf)
Unaccommodating
I like a bitch that like to wobble, wobble
Shake it, shake it, break it, break it
Nigga, we made it, made it, they hate it, hate it
Pro professional, pure persistent, I'm paper chasing
I hate complaining, I hated waiting, I'll pay for patience
But I hate to pay a bill (hate that)
And I made a mil' without a major deal (I made that)
Yeah, her ass fake, but she came for real (she came, uh)
Money ain't a thing, that ain't a thing for real
That's the broke lingo (huh)
And no, ain't nothing Saweetie, this is no Quavo (Migo)
Man, I just get high, let my hoes lay low (ooh)
I just want some face but this is no facial (ooh)
Do right and kill er'body, Drake mode (hello)
Bitch, I'm tryna eat out, take your plate mode (hello)
Disrespect your life and I'm in gang mode (grrr)
You can leave this earth, bitch, I'm in rake mode (huh)
I'm in cake mode (huh), I'm in brave mode, uh
What up Marshall? I'm a martian, I'm in Wayne mode (facts)
Neck wet, big drip, I'm in rain mode (drip, drip, drip)
Eight niggas, eight hittas, take eight souls (brrr)
Collect pesos (huh), and I'm paid, so? (Paid)
Self-made goals (hey)
When the pain leaves (huh)
Where does the pain go? (Where?)
Tip of the Backwood is where the flame goes (there)
To the sky is where my brain goes (wow)
Same pack, same fiend, sellin' the same clothes (wow)
Pinocchio and my pistol, they got the same nose
Me and my niggas gotta eat, we share the same stove (what?)
Case closed, bodies in my lane, bitch, lane closed
Game over, Thanos on you H-Os
On my petty shit but I don't paint toes (yeah)
Get the plunger (plunger) 'cause Marshall and M.A go plum crazy
Call us liquid plumber, 'cause even Dre know (Dre know)
Beat knocks like a beefed up Detox
You're gonna need three SWATs
Or police officers at least to pull me off of it
And I don't stop
Please dawg, I need y'all to keep talking shit
'Cause I feed off of it
I am the complete opposite of these retards
Who spit these weak bars, I'ma leave carnage
Each thought'll be so toxic
It'll block the wind through your esophagus
Stop it, cutting off your oxygen
And I hit them pads like a boxing gym
Better watch for Slim
Better get to popping and when I'm at the top again
I won't topple and I'm giving it to anyone
Who wanna come and get it and I'm not gonna stop
But when they ask me
Is the war finished with MGK? Of course it is
I cleansed him of his mortal sins
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
I'm watching my pupils get cornier (uh)
But I'm contemplating yelling, "bombs away, " on the game
Like I'm outside of an Ariana Grande concert waiting
Here comes Saddam Hussein, Ayatollah Khomeini
Where's Osama been? I been laden lately
Look at how I'm behaving, they want me gone away
They wanna JonBenet me (fuck you), I'm unaccommodating
Man, I don't see why they hate me
I'm a clown like John Wayne Gacy
They call me Kanye crazy
"APESHIT, " Beyonce, Jay-Z
And I'm back with Andre, baby
And the doctor's operating
But he never put no scrubs on from Snoop, K.Dot to Shady
Shady like a shadow or your silhouette, intellect
I better check to see why you feel upset
'Cause I met your bitch on the internet
Now I'm getting head like a Pillow Pet
That bimbo Kim put her lips
All the way around this bone and then blow
Like a dusty cartridge from an old Nintendo
Those were the days but I bet you
I'm never gonna be broke again, no
I don't smoke but I got paper, to be blunt, I'm rolling Indo
And I keep it one comma, zero, zero, zero, zero
Real, real, real, murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, kill
Nickel-plated, twenty two, two, two
Bitch, shut the fuck up 'fore I shoot you too
Ain't shit I won't do just to get a few YouTube views
Run up in a church like pew, pew, pew
'Cause that's what I do, do, do
But, even to the untrained human eye
We ain't the same, you and I
Somebody should have explained to you why
For you to go against me, it's simply insane, you will die (yeah)
That's why they call me Kamikaze, it's plain suicide, yeah
But I know magic and here go my last trick
I'm 'bout to say "Abracadabra" and pull a B Rabbit up out of my hat
I'm about to relapse and I betcha that you won't know how to react
But a look of disgust, I don't doubt it'd be that
As I begin to fuckin' devour the track
And you backpedal that as a cowardly act
Like a Saudi attack when the towers collapse
Here comes Saddam Hussein, Ayatollah Khomeini
Where's Osama been? I been laden lately
Look at how I'm behaving, they want me gone away
They wanna JonBenet me (fuck you), I'm unaccommodating
You Gon’ Learn
Pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon' learn
All them pretty bitches leave yo' ass in the urn
You ain't sold your last rock, you just better earn
But I 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
You ain't sold your last rock, you just better earn
But I pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon' learn
I'm a product of properly hoppin' up out of that poverty
Profitin' off of coppin' and swappin' that property out for a possible
monopoly
Try not to adopt my father's old philosophies
Same time I'm prayin' to God that everything works out at his colonoscopy
I'm walkin' across a suicidal tightrope intentionally
While the demons comin' out of me
Wifey's on the side of me talkin' sense into me
Without she, I feel incomplete mentally, she's been sent to me
Right there since '96, worse nightmare to side chicks, some things are just
meant to be
(Deal with life)
This it for me, give my daughters a kiss for me
Y'all call this fame, I call this shit alcoholistic infamy
Targettin' my kids and babies through population and gun control
Shit make me wanna make a hunnid more
Make a bigot racist uncomfortable
If y'all against talkin' reparation then I'm not against the thought of
separation
While the politicians that are white and privileged
Ask how is this different from segregation, that's funny bro
Segregation is bein' told where I'm gonna go
Separation is bein' woke and goin' wherever I wanna go
Pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon' learn
All them pretty bitches leave yo' ass in the urn
You ain't sold your last rock, you just better earn
But I 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
You ain't sold your last rock, you just better earn
But I pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon' learn
That they can't even figure out where their words
Should hit the kick and the snare
Pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon' learn
All them pretty bitches leave yo' ass in the urn
You ain't sold your last rock, you just better earn
But I 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
You ain't sold your last rock, you just better earn
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
Ah, man
'Cause I'm from Slaughterhouse (People), check yourself
Like Ice Cube said, "Before you wreck yourself" (Bitches)
Like Wu-Tang said, "You should protect yourself" (Animals)
I got 'em goin'
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah (Get down, nigga) Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
Yo, snappin' necks plus I'm live, in effect
I'm in the Slick Rick eyepatch, but I got it from Hex
Rappers avoid eye contact, that's outta respect
For the god in the flesh, the ominous Indominus Rex
They be like, you put the Thought on? Yikes
If I told y'all once, I told y'all twice, that motherfucker is nice
I'm the king of the blood sport on mics
I'm from an era, you had beef? You prolly fist fought on sight
Get your ass beat at the basketball court on spite
Then tell your wife to put your life support on ice
I'm the rap Pernell Whitaker, the honorable minister
Leavin' every amateur inoperable, I finished 'em
Makin' plaques outta they head like dead venison
Used to be the bad lieutenant with M-Ilitant
Spillin' over fabulous jams my man Dilla sent
Rap speak for me, I am the ventriloquist
I'm so stubborn, the government won't govern
That brother you spoke of, it just wasn't his dope, was it?
I'm cold buzzin', I never been low budget
The taste of your own medicine, here come a dose of it
I break free like Chesimard
Keep 'em guessin' hard, while broads say my bars is like ASMR
All my dogs is out the reservoir
Top five, I'm where the legends are (Keep goin')
Live at the edge of darkness and light
One phone call my youngins takin' flight
You a bark, bitch, and never bite, long kiss goodnight
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
Live from the Terrordome, loud like a megaphone
Thutmose the Third, seven inch, herringbones
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
'Cause I'm from Slaughterhouse (People), check yourself
Like Ice Cube said, "Before you wreck yourself" (Bitches)
Like Wu-Tang said, "You should protect yourself" (Animals)
I got 'em goin'
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah (Get down, nigga) Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
Better hope an ambulance is en route
Papers are hand grenades soon as I pull the pin out
I am the Santa Fe, Mandalay and Orlando and Colorado and Columbine
All combine into one, I don't walk a line, bitch, I run
'Cause we don't got no time to waste, so come on Denaun
They call me five to nine, and thought duh-dun, duh-dun
Then like a shotgun I'm ready to cock it on 'em
Leave these pussies stretched out, like the Octomom
Never had no trouble keepin' up with the times
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
Middle fingers, put 'em high, that's why they call it a bird
'Cause you put it up in the sky
And I'm like a spider crawlin' up your spinal column
I'm climbin' all up the sides of the asylum wall
And dive in a pile of Tylenol, you're like a vagina problem
To a diabolical gynecologist, tryna ball a fist I will
Fuck you, just buy me, double timing the rhyming
I leave you stymied, that's why they still vilify me like Bill O'Reilly
I'ma show you what I mean when they call me the Harvey Weinstein of
2019
I'm a conniving, when I'm on the mic I'ma standout
Like a lime green wife beater with a knife out
I'm a sight to see, but you can see from the ring I'm wearing
Me and this game, we got married already
Had the prenup ready, fucked on her, should've seen her belly
She barely was three months pregnant
Bitch had it, gave me a baby, we named it Machine Gun Kelly
Now here's to LL, Big L and Del
K-Solo, Treach and G Rap
DJ Polo, Tony D, ODB, Moe Dee, Run-DMC
Ed O.G., and EPMD, D.O.C., Ice-T, Evil Dee
King Tee, UTFO, and Schoolly D, PE and BDP
YZ and Chi-Ali, Rakim and Eric B., they were like my therapy
From B-I-G and Paris, Three Times Dope and some we'll never see, and
P-R-T
N.W.A and Eazy-E, and D-R-E was like my GPS
Without him, I don't know where I'd be
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
'Cause I'm from Slaughterhouse (People), check yourself
Like Ice Cube said, "Before you wreck yourself" (Bitches)
Like Wu-Tang said, "You should protect yourself" (Animals)
I got 'em goin'
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah (Get down, nigga)
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
Farewell
For what it's worth You were a slut at birth
If the world had a dick You'd fuck the Earth
I tried to get over you It doesn't work
You're still a cunt I'm still a fucking jerk
Same as it ever was, yeah
Say it'll change but it never does
Ain't gonna ever 'cause
You're the cause of my pain and the medicine
Never met someone who played games with my head as much
Fate tethered us together like two felons
Must've fell in love with skeletons
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
Two insane lovebirds, I should fly south
'Cause man, am I great, ain't lyin' to myself
But I'm just plain stubborn, I'm Audi five thou'
But this is my house, bitch, you get out
Then we duke it out, then it dies down
Then we say, "Fuck it, " cry our eyes out
Gee wilikers Dre, holy bat syllables
Look at all the bullshit that goes on in Gotham
When I'm gone time to get rid of these rap criminals
So skip to your lou, while I do what I do best
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
They make it all up, there's no such thing
Like a female with good looks, who cooks and cleans
It just means so much more to so much more
People, when you're rappin' and you know what for
The show must go on, so I'd like to welcome y'all
To Marshall and André's carnival, c'mon!
Now let's get down to business
I don't got no time to play around, what is this?
Must be a circus in town, let's shut that shit down
On these clowns, can I getta witness?
Without Me
Obie Trice, real name no gimmicks
Two trailer park girls go round the outside
Round the outside, round the outside
Two trailer park girls go round the outside
Round the outside, round the outside
Guess who's back
Back again
Shady's back
Tell a friend
Guess who's back, guess who's back
Guess who's back, guess who's back
Guess who's back, guess who's back
Guess who's back
I've created a monster
'Cause nobody wants to see Marshall no more
They want Shady, I'm chopped liver
Well if you want Shady, this is what I'll give you
A little bit of weed mixed with some hard liquor
Some vodka that'll jump start my heart quicker
Than a shock when I get shocked at the hospital
By the doctor when I'm not co-operating
When I'm rockin' the table while he's operating
You waited this long, now stop debating
'Cause I'm back, I'm on the rag and ovulating
I know that you got a job, Ms. Cheney
But your husband's heart problem's complicating
So the FCC won't let me be
Or let me be me, so let me see
They try to shut me down on MTV
But it feels so empty, without 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!
Let's get down to business
I don't got no time to play around, what is this?
Must be a circus in town, let's shut that shit down
On these clowns, can I getta witness?
(Hell Yeah!)
A-tisket a-tasket, I go tit for tat with
Anybody who's talkin' this shit, that shit
It's just like old times, the dynamic duo
Two old friends, why panic?
You already know who's fully capable, the two caped heroes
Dial straight down the center 8-0-0
You can even call collect, the most feared duet
Since me and Elton, played career russian roulette
And never even seen me blink or get to busting a sweat
Can't leave rap alone the game needs me
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?)
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?
Now this looks like a job for me
So everybody, just follow me
'Cause we need a little, controversy
'Cause it feels so empty, without me
I said "This looks like a job for me"
So everybody, just follow me
'Cause we need a little, controversy
'Cause it feels so empty, without me
Little Hellions, kids feelin' rebellious
Embarrassed their parents still listen to Elvis
They start feelin' like prisoners helpless
'Til someone comes along on a mission and yells, bitch!
A visionary, vision of scary
Could start a revolution, pollutin' the airwaves
A rebel, so just let me revel and bask
In the fact that I got everyone kissin' my ass
And it's a disaster, such a catastrophe
For you to see so damn much of my ass
You asked for me?
Well I'm back
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Fix your bent antenna tune it in and then I'm gonna
Enter in, endin' up under your skin like a splinter
The center of attention, back for the winter
I'm interesting, the best thing since wrestling
Infesting in your kid's ears and nesting
Testing, attention please
Feel the tension, soon as someone mentions me
Here's my ten cents, my two cents is free
A nuisance, who sent? You sent for me?
Now this looks like a job for me
So everybody, just follow me
'Cause we need a little, controversy
'Cause it feels so empty, without me
I said, "This looks like a job for me"
So everybody, just follow me
'Cause we need a little, controversy
'Cause it feels so empty, without me
Chris Kirk Patrick, you can get your ass kicked
Worse than them little Limp Bizkit bastards
And Moby? You can get stomped by Obie
You thirty-six year old baldheaded fag, blow me
You don't know me, you're too old, let go
It's over, nobody listen to techno
Now let's go, just gimme the signal
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
Everybody only wants to discuss me
So this must mean I'm disgusting
But it's just me, I'm just obscene
No I'm not the first king of controversy
I am the worst thing since Elvis Presley
To do black music so selfishly
’Till I Collapse
'Cause sometimes you just feel tired, feel weak
And when you feel weak, you feel like you wanna just give up
But you got to search within you, and try to find that inner strength
And just pull that shit out of you
And get that motivation to not give up, and not be a quitter
No matter how bad you wanna just fall flat on your face and collapse
'Till I collapse I'm spilling these raps long as you feel 'em
'Til the day that I drop you'll never say that I'm not killing 'em
'Cause when I am not, then I'mma stop penning 'em
And I am not Hip-Hop and I'm just not Eminem
Subliminal thoughts, when I'mma stop sending 'em?
Women are caught in webs, spin 'em and hock venom
Adrenalin shots, the penicillin could not get the illing to stop
Amoxicillin's just not real enough
The criminal cop-killing hip hop villain
A minimal swap to cop millions of Pac listeners
You're coming with me, feel it or not you're gonna fear it
Like I showed you the spirit of God lives in us
You hear it a lot, lyrics to shock
Is it a miracle or am I just product of pop fizzing up?
For shizzle my wizzle, this is the plot, listen up
You bizzles forgot, Slizzle does not give a fuck!
'Till the roof comes off, 'till the lights go out
'Till my legs give out, can't shut my mouth
'Till the smoke clears out, am I high? Perhaps
I'mma rip this shit, 'till my bone collapse
'Till the roof comes off, 'till the lights go out
'Till my legs give out, can't shut my mouth
'Till the smoke clears out, am I high? Perhaps
I'mma rip this shit, 'till my bone collapse
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
Because I'm at the end of my wits with half the shit gets in
I got a list, here's the order of my list that it's in
It goes Reggie, Jay-Z, 2Pac and Biggie
And used it to get myself wealthy
There's a concept that works
Twenty million other white rappers emerge
But no matter how many fish in the sea
It'll be so empty, without me
Now this looks like a job for me
So everybody, just follow me
'Cause we need a little, controversy
'Cause it feels so empty, without me
I said "This looks like a job for me"
So everybody, just follow me
'Cause we need a little, controversy
'Cause it feels so empty, without me Kids!
Andre from OutKast, Jada, Kurupt, Nas and then me
But in this industry I'm the cause of a lot of envy
So when I'm not put on this list, the shit does not offend me
That's why you see me walking 'round like nothing's bothering me
Even though half you people got a fuckin' problem with me
You hate it but you know respect you got to give me
The press's wet dream like Bobby and Whitney, Nate, hit me
'Till the roof comes off, 'till the lights go out
'Till my legs give out, can't shut my mouth
'Till ..mouth
'Till the smoke clears out, am I high? Perhaps
I'mma rip this shit, 'till my bone collapse
Soon as a verse starts, I eat at an MC's heart
What is he thinking? How not to go against me, smart
And it's absurd, how people hang on every word
I'll probably never get the props I feel I ever deserve
But I'll never be served, my spot is forever reserved
If I ever leave Earth, that would be the death of me first
'Cause in my heart of hearts I know nothing could ever be worse
That's why I'm clever when I put together every verse
My thoughts are sporadic, I act like I'm an addict
I rap like I'm addicted to smack like I'm Kim Mathers
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 the roof comes off, 'till the lights go out
'Till my legs give out, can't shut my mouth
'Till the smoke clears out, am I high? Perhaps
I'mma rip this shit, 'till my bone collapse
'Till the roof comes off, 'till the lights go out
'Till my legs give out, can't shut my mouth
'Till the smoke clears out, am I high? Perhaps
I'mma rip this shit, 'till my bone collapse
Until the roof (Until the roof)
The roof comes off (The roof comes off)
Until my legs (Until my legs)
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

Catch me in my Mercedes, bumpin' "Ice Ice Baby"
Screamin', "Shady 'til I die", like a half a pair of dice, life's crazy
So I live it to the fullest 'til I'm Swayze
And you only live it once, so I'm thinkin' 'bout this nice, nice lady
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 I hope that I don't sound too heinous when I say this
Nicki Minaj, but I wanna stick my penis in your anus
You morons think that I'm a genius
Really I belong inside a dang insane asylum cleanin'
Came to drive them trailer parks crazy
I am back, and I am razor-sharp, baby
And that's back with a capital "B" with an exclamation mark
Maybe you should listen when I flip the linguistics
'Cause when I rip this mystical slick shit
You don't wanna become another victim, a statistic of this shit
'Cause after I spit the bullets
I'ma treat these shell casings like a soccer ball
I'ma kick the ballistics, so get this dick, I'ma live this
I'm livin' life in the fast lane
Movin' at the speed of life and I can't slow down
Only got a gallon in the gas tank
But I'm almost at the finish line, so I can't stop now
I don't really know where I'm headed, just enjoyin' the ride
Just gon' roll 'til I drop and ride 'til I die
I'm livin' life in the fast lane (Pedal to the metal)
Livin' life in the fast lane (Pedal to the metal)
Yeah, my whole goal as a poet's to be relaxed in orbit
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"
"You let me take this shovel, dig up the corpse of Jack Kevorkian"
Shorty, when you dance, you got me captivated, just by the way
That you keep lickin' them dick-suckin' lips, I'm agitated, aggravated
To the point you don't suck my dick
Then you're gonna get decapitated
Other words, you don't fuckin' give me head, then I'm have to take it
And then after takin' that, I'ma catch a case, it's gon' be fascinatin'
It's gon' say "The whole rap game passed away"
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
Might wanna back up data, runnin' over hip hop
In a verbal tractor trailer
Homie, they're sick, you could normally ask a hater
Don't it make sense, these shell casings is just like a bag of paper
Drop in the lap of a tax evader, homie they spent
Now make that ass drop like a sack of potatoes, what girl?
I'm the crack-a-lator
Percolator to this party, be my penis ejaculator later
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
Only got a gallon in the gas tank
But I'm almost at the finish line, so I can't stop now
I don't really know where I'm headed, just enjoyin' the ride
Just gon' roll 'til I drop and ride 'til I die
I'm livin' life in the fast lane
(Pedal to the metal)
Livin' life in the fast lane
(Pedal to the metal)
Pedal to the metal
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
We're all right where we should be
With my arms out wide, I open my eyes
And now all I wanna see
Is a sky full of lighters
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
To tell Shady I love him the same way that he did Dr. Dre on the
Chronic
Tell him how real he is or how high I am
Or how I would kill for him for him to know it
I cried plenty tears, my daddy got a bad back
So it's only right that I right 'til he can march right
Into that post office and tell 'em to hang it up (hang it up)
Now his career's Lebron's jersey in twenty years
I'll stop when I'm at the very top
You shitted on me on your way up
It's 'bout to be a scary drop
'Cause what goes up must come down
You going down on something you don't wanna see like a hairy
box
Every hour, happy hour now, life is wacky now
Used to have to eat the cat to get the pussy
Now I'm just the cats meow, ow
Classic cow, always down for the catch weight like Pacquiao
Y'all are doomed
I remember when T-Pain ain't wanna work with me
My car starts itself, parks itself and auto-tunes
'Cause now I'm in the Aston
I went from having my city locked up
To getting treated like Kwame Kilpatrick
And now I'm fantastic compared to a weed high
And y'all niggas just gossipin' like bitches on a radio and TV
See me, we fly
Y'all buggin' out like Wendy Williams staring at a bee-hive
And how real is that?
I remember signing my first deal
And now I'm the second best I can deal with that
Now Bruno can show his ass, without the MTV awards gag
You and I know what it's like to be kicked down
Forced to fight, but tonight we're alright
So hold up your light, let it shine... 'cause
This one's for you and me, living out our dreams
We're all right where we should be
With my arms out wide, I open my eyes
And now all I wanna see
Is a sky full of lighters
A sky full of lighters
Bad Meets Evil Lyrics
"Scary Movies"
"What's your favorite scary movie?"
[Em] Yo, Slim Shady! [R5] Yo, Royce 5-9
[Em] Y'all wanna make a movie?
[R5] What.. [Em] We got the film right here
[Royce] What?
Yeah I'm one of them pretty rappers
Buck if I really hafta, I really slap ya
King of Detroit who they namin the city after (what?)
Scandalous partners, whose grammar hammers the h
into your heart with, content, yo who wanna start wit
experts, Bad and Evil is comin soon
MC's get stuck, head first back in they mother's wom
This shit is written, in my eyes I'm the illest MC spittin
Leavin all of you cats shittin kittens
I gotta diss you, my niggaz be cockin pistols
Shot and split you, fuck splittin the profits with you (w
Six percent, of y'all niggaz is just pretend
Clicks with clits, pussy niggaz stink with dicks (what?)
Niggaz act bully, and blast for the fast penny
My auto is fully, plenty of niggaz packin semi
Speak darts; yo you get paid? Rhymin about it is the s
You can't be street smart with a cheap heart
Five Nine, a street nigga with deep feelin (what?)
I keep illin, my steez willin to keep killin (what?)
Fuck rap, a lot of y'all all is just acts
Trust that - you rhyme all wack on rough tracks
Bust and then we all black when you get bust back at
Fuck that, you get blast at, you get laughed at
And I'ma spit thunder (what?) stick to my guns
Niggaz is finished before they gimmicks, one-hit wond
What? Big balls, that's why when I spit, your clique st
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
[Chorus x2: Eminem and Royce]
[Eminem]
The one man on the planet that'll drive off of the Gra
Hop out of a Grand Am and land in it handstandin
Any man plannin to battle will get snatched out of his
so fast it'll look like an invisible man standin
I'm headed for Hell, I'd rather be dead or in jail
Bill Clinton, hit this (here) and you better inhale
Cause any MC that chooses to go against me
is gettin takin advantage of like Monica Lewinksy (Leave me
Came home in a frenzy, pushin a ten speed
Screamin to Aunt Peg (AUNT PEG!!!!)
with three spokes stickin out of my pant leg
Fuck a headache, give me a migraine
Damnit I like pain (AHH!)
and you should be anywhere that a mic ain't
You rap knowin you wack
You act up and I'm throwin you down a flight of steps
then I'm throwin you back up em
If they don't like the track, fuck em
The rap struck em harder then gettin hit by a Mack truck [Em] Put em together
and then backed up on
And any half-assed known rapper to trespass
better be ready for the second Celebrity Deathmatch (Ding! Ding!)
You right
I got a man, but I want you
I got a man, but I want you
And it's just nerves, it's just dick
Makin' me think 'bout someone new
You know I got so much to say
I try to hide it in my face
And it don't work, you see through
That I just want get wit' you
And you're right
You right, I got my guy
But I, I, can't help it, I want you
Said, you right, I got my guy
But I, I, can't help it I want you
I can't stop and look the other way
'Cause I know what could be, babe
And you never feel the same
You'd be thinkin' 'bout it every day
Don't believe in fairytales, but we got our fantasies
And it's me and you, no she
Tryna be all through your sheets
Have you all on top of me
Acting like it's not that deep
Boy, you can take it out on me
Tell me what it's 'bout to be
So tell the medic to bring the medication and quickly
I'm sicker than a Tupac dedication to Biggie
I'm free-fallin feet first out of a damn tree
toalone!)
stampede your chest 'til you can't breathe
And when I'm down to my last breath
I'ma climb the Empire State Building and get to the la
and still have half left
[Chorus]
[Em] Bad.. the bad..
[R5] Uhh, when the bad meets the bad.. yo..
[Em] The evil
[R5] Take the evil with the evil
[R5] What? Nine-nine
[Em] Two times.. Slim Shady.. Royce the Five Nine
Really feel it's bound to be
I can't tell no one but they all know
Ch.
Girl, I want you like you want me too
I feel that energy (ooh, yeah)
When you're on top of me (oh, yeah)
I know your man, he ain't controllin' you
But you still hesitate (ooh, no)
'Cause you chose loyalty (oh, yeah)
And I know your history, met him before your peak (hey, hey)
He's so connected to that woman that you used to be
But-but-but this sex will cloud your memory
A couple strokes to put it in, then you'll belong to me
I got a man, but I want you
I got a man, but I want you (oh)
And it's just nerves, it's just dick
Makin' me think 'bout someone new
You know I got so much to say
I try to hide it in my face
And it don't work, you see through
That I just want get wit' you (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And you're right
You right, I got my guy (you right, you right, I)
But I, I, can't help it I want you
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
And always just say "Goodnight" (la-la-la-la-la)
And we cuddle, sure I do love it
But I need your lips on mine
Can you kiss me more?
We're so young, boy
We ain't got nothin' to lose, oh, oh
It's just principle
Baby, hold me
'Cause I like the way you groove, oh, oh
Boy, you write your name, I can do the same
Ooh, I love the taste, la-la-la-la
All on my tongue, I want it (la-la-la-la)
Boy, you write your name, I can do the same
Ooh, I love the taste, la-la-la-la-la
All on my tongue, I want it
I, I feel like fuckin' somethin'
But we could be corny, fuck it
Sugar, I ain't no dummy, dummy
I like to say, what if, but if
We could kiss and just cut the rubbish
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
All my bitches feel like I dodged the county
Fuckin' with you feel like jail, nigga
I can't even exhale, nigga
Pussy like holy grail, you know that
You gon' make me need bail, you know that
Caught dippin' with your friend
You ain't even have man, lyin' on ya-, you know that
Got me a bag full of brick, you know that
Control, don't slow the pace if I throw back
All this ass for real
Drama make you feel
Fantasy and whip appeal
Is all I can give you
Can you kiss me more?
We're so young, boy
We ain't got nothin' to lose, oh, oh
It's just principle
Baby, hold me
'Cause I like the way you groove, oh, oh
Oh, darlin'
Boy, you write your name, I can do the same
Ooh, I love the taste, oh-la-la-la-la
All on my tongue, I want it
Boy, you write your name, I can do the same
Ooh, I love the taste, oh-la-la-la-la-la
All on my tongue, I want it
I ain't givin' you one in public
I'm givin' you hundreds, fuck it
Somethin' we just gotta get into
Sign first, middle, last, on the wisdom tooth
Niggas wishin' that the pussy was a kissin' booth
Taste breakfast, lunch and gin and juice
And that dinner just like dessert too
And when we French, refresh, gimme two
When I bite that lip, come get me too
He want lipstick, lip gloss, hickeys too, uh
Can you kiss me more?
We're so young, boy
We ain't got nothin' to lose, oh, oh
It's just principle
Baby, hold me
'Cause I like the way you groove, oh, oh
Boy, you write your name, I can do the same
Ooh, I love the taste, la-la-la-la
All on my tongue, I want it (la-la-la-la)
Boy, you write your name, I can do the same
Ooh, I love the taste, la-la-la-la-la
All on my tongue, I want it
Juicy
I keep it juicy juicy, I eat that lunch (yeah)
She keep that booty booty, she keep that plump (yeah yeah)
That natural beauty beauty, yeah, yeah
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)
Back, back, yeah, back, back, back (wait 'til you see it from the)
Back, back, back, back, back (wait 'til you see it from the)
If you could see it from the front, wait 'til you see it from the back
He like the Doja with the Cat, yeah
He like it thick, he like it fat, yeah
Like to keep him wanting more
He ask me, "Doja, where you at, huh?"
And all them niggas wanna know
How long it take to pull my pants up, mmh, mmh, mmh
Broke a fingernail and then some, mmh
Tryna squeeze into my True Religion denim, mmh, mmh, mmh
Sell it big, don't wanna sell you light
I don't buy it, where the cellulite?
He said the body unbelievable, can't trust a big butt and a gemini
I keep it juicy juicy, I eat that lunch (yeah)
She keep that booty booty, she keep that plump (yeah yeah)
That natural beauty beauty, yeah, yeah
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)
Back, back, yeah, back, back, back (wait 'til you see it from the)
Back, back, back, back, back (wait 'til you see it from the)
If you could see it from the front, wait 'til you see it from the back

He spend the racks, he in the trap
I'm fit and fat, he live for that
Okay, he on his knees, attend the mass
He beg for that, I bend and snap
She keep it juicy just for papi, call me Buffy with the body
I just slipped into my savage and come over like a walkie
My fish like Takamaki, like a side of me with sake
So I put it in my mouth and suck it out like edamame, yeah
He go the hourglass, Coke bottle body, I got that
We got time and you're right on that
When I turn around and touch it
Keep your eyes on that, that, that, that, that, that
I keep it juicy juicy, I eat that lunch (yeah)
She keep that booty booty, she keep that plump (yeah yeah)
That natural beauty beauty, yeah, yeah
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)
Back, back, yeah, back, back, back (wait 'til you see it from the)
Back, back, back, back, back (wait 'til you see it from the)
If you could see it from the front, wait 'til you see it from the back
He like it plump, he need that, need the rump and need the
thighs, he eat that
Eat that up, and in the night, he see that
In the dark, and in the ride he keep that
Keep it running, like it plump, he need that
Need the rump and need the thighs, he eat that
Eat that up and in the night, he see that
In the dark, and in the ride he keep that, keep it running
I keep it juicy juicy, I eat that lunch (yeah)
She keep that booty booty, she keep that plump (yeah yeah)
That natural beauty beauty, yeah, yeah
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)
Back, back, yeah, back, back, back (wait 'til you see it from the)
Back, back, back, back, back (wait 'til you see it from the)
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
(Gimme the loot!)
Was off the Remy, had a Papoose
Had to hit my old town to duck the news
Two-four hour lockdown, we made no moves
Now it's 4AM and I'm back up poppin' with the crew
I just landed in, Chase B mixes pop like Jamba Juice
Different colored chains, think my jeweler really sellin' fruits
And they chokin', man, know the crackers wish it was a noose
Some-some-some, someone said
To win the retreat, we all in too deep
P-p-playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak (someone said)
To win the retreat, we all in too deep
P-p-playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak (yeah)
This shit way too formal, y'all know I don't follow suit
Stacey Dash, most of these girls ain't got a clue
All of these hoes I made off records I produced
I might take all my exes and put 'em all in a group
Hit my esés, I need the bootch
'Bout to turn this function to Bonnaroo
Told her, "Hop in, you comin' too"
In the 305, bitches treat me like I'm Uncle Luke
(Don't stop, pop that pussy!)
Had to slop the top off, it's just a roof (uh)
She said, "Where we goin'?" I said, "The moon"
We ain't even make it to the room
She thought it was the ocean, it's just the pool
Now I got her open, it's just the Goose
Who put this shit together? I'm the glue (someone said)
Shorty FaceTimed me out the blue
Someone said (playin' for keeps)
Someone said, motherfuck what someone said
(Don't play us for weak)
Yeah
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
Had me out like a light, ayy, yeah
Like a light, ayy, yeah
Like a light, ayy
Slept through the flight, ayy
Knocked for the night, ayy, 767, man
This shit got double bedroom, man
I still got scores to settle, man
I crept down the block (down the block), made a right (yeah, right)
Cut the lights (yeah, what?), paid the price (yeah)
Niggas think it's sweet (nah, nah), it's on sight (yeah, what?)
Nothin' nice (yeah), baguettes in my ice (aww, man)
Jesus Christ (yeah), checks over stripes (yeah)
That's what I like (yeah), that's what we like (yeah)
Lost my respect, you not a threat
When I shoot my shot, that shit wetty like I'm Sheck (bitch!)
See the shots that I took (ayy), wet like I'm Book (ayy)
Wet like I'm Lizzie, I be spinnin' Valley
Circle blocks 'til I'm dizzy (yeah, what?)
Like where is he? (Yeah, what?)
No one seen him (yeah, yeah)
I'm tryna clean 'em (yeah)
She's in love with who I am
Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance
Now I hit the FBO with duffles in my hand (woo!)
I did half a Xan, thirteen hours 'til I land
Had me out like a light, like a light
Like a light, like a light
Like a light (yeah), like a light
Like a light
Yeah, passed the dawgs a celly
Sendin' texts, ain't sendin' kites, yeah
He said, "Keep that on lock"
I said, "You know this shit, it's stife", yeah
It's absolute (yeah), I'm back reboot (it's lit!)
LaFerrari to Jamba Juice, yeah (skrrt, skrrt)
We back on the road, they jumpin' off, no parachute, yeah
Shawty in the back
She said she workin' on her glutes, yeah (oh my God)
Ain't by the book, yeah
This how it look, yeah
'Bout a check, yeah
Just check the foots, yeah
Pass this to my daughter, I'ma show her what it took (yeah)
Baby mama cover Forbes, got these other bitches shook, yeah
Ye-ah
Shake That
Shady
Aftermath
(Look at that bitch, shit, hey!)
There she go
Shakin' that ass on the flo'
Bumpin' and grindin' that pole
The way she's grindin' that pole
I think I'm losin' control
Get buzzed, get drunk, get crunk, get fucked up
Hit the strip club, don't forget the ones, get your dick rubbed
Get fucked, get sucked, get wasted, shit faceted
Pasted, plastered, puke drink, throw up
Get a new drink, hit the bathroom sink, throw up
Wipe your shoe clean, got a routine goin'
Still got a few chunks on them shoestrings showin'
I was dehydrated, till the beat vibrated
I was revived as soon as this bitch gyrated
Them hips and licked them lips and that was it
I had to get Nate Dogg in to sing some shit
Two to the one, from the one to the three
I like good, pussy and I like good tree
Smoke so much weed you wouldn't believe
And I get mo' ass than a toilet seat
Three to the one, from the one to the three
I met a bad bitch last night in the D
Let me tell you how I made her leave with me
Conversation and Hennessy
I've been to the motherfuckin' mountain top
Heard motherfuckers talk, seen 'em drop
If I ain't got a weapon I'mma pick up a rock
And when I bust yo ass I'm gon' continue to rock
Get your ass off the wall, with your two left feet
It's real easy just follow the beat
Don't let that fine girl pass you by
Look real close cause strobe lights lie
We about to have a party (turn the music up)
Let's get it started (go 'head shake your butt)
I'm lookin' for a girl with a body and a sexy strut
Wanna get it poppin', baby? Step right up
Some girls they act retarded
Some girls are 'bout it, 'bout it
I'm lookin' for a girl that will do whatever the fuck
I say, every day she be givin' it up
Now, shake that ass for me
Shake that ass for me
Come on girl, shake that ass for me
Shake that ass for me
Ohh girl, shake that ass for me
Shake that ass for me
Come on girl, shake that ass for me
Shake that ass for me
I'm a menace, a dentist, an oral hygienist
Open your mouth for about four or five minutes
Take a little bit of this fluoride rin-inse
Swish, but don't spit it, swallow it and now finish
Yeah!
Me and Nate D-O Double-G
Lookin' for a couple bitches with some double D's
Pop a little champagne and a couple E's
Slip it in her bubbly, we (finna, finna have a)
We about have a party (turn the music up)
Let's get it started (go 'head shake your butt)
I'm lookin for a girl I can fuck in my Hummer truck
Apple Bottom jeans and a big ol' butt
Some girls they act retarded (man I told ya!)
Some girls are 'bout it, 'bout it
I want a bitch to sit at the crib with no panties on
Knows that she can but she won't say no
Now, look at this lady all in front of me, sexy as can be
Tonight I want a slut, would you be mine?
Heard you was freaky from a friend of mine
Now I hope you don't get mad at me
But I told Nate you was a freak
He said he wants a slut, hope you don't mind
I told him how you like it from behind
Now, shake that ass for me
Shake that ass for me
Come on girl, shake that ass for me
Shake that ass for me
Ohh girl, shake that ass for me
Shake that ass for me
Come on girl, shake that ass for me
Shake that ass for me
We 'bout to have a party (turn the music up)
Let's get it started (go 'head shake your butt)
I'm lookin for a girl with a body and a sexy strut
Wanna get it poppin' baby step right up
Some girls they act retarded
Some girls are 'bout it, 'bout it
I'm lookin' for a girl that will do whatever the fuck
I say, every day she be givin it up
There she go
Shakin' that ass on the flo'
Bumpin' and grindin' that pole
The way she's grindin' that pole
I think I'm losin' control
God!
I ain't leaving without you, bitch!
You're comin' home with me
And my boy And his boy
And his boy
And his girl
Haha, Nate Dogg!
Scared Money
Why you bring that money to the club if you ain't throwin' it?
How you naked on the 'Gram but in person you ain't showin' shit?
Why you go against the gang, you can't beat 'em, nigga join it
Ain't tap in when you got to Cali, got yo' ass extorted
Brand new coupe, I floor it, brand new bitch, gotta whore it
Brand new Glock, I adore it, have a nigga runnin' like Forrest
V.I.P., I'm very important, in the hood I ain't never no tourist
Got the drop on a opp we Dora explore it, ay
YG from the streets, YG went legit (ay)
YG lit, YG start a business with yo' bitch (ay)
Fifty bitches flew to Cabo, YG a trip (ay)
YG think he Kanye West, he got his own kicks
Whoa, fresh out a pandemic but I ain't rusty
Whoa, have a baby by me, bitch, come be lucky
Whoa, bitch, I'ma throw it all, all the strippers love me
Whoa, walk in best dressed but I ain't no Kid Cudi
Girl, did he just say what I think he just said?
Bitch, yes
Talkin' like you lit, yo' bitch better not be ugly
Pull up with a ten, her waist slim, ass chubby
Half a mili' on my neck, who gon' take it from me?
Pussy, we ballin' on you fuckin' dummies
Scared money don't make no money (whoa)
Scared money don't make no money (whoa)
Scared money don't make no money (whoa)
Pussy, we ballin' on you fuckin' dummies (uh-oh)
I'm so lit Sports Center gotta post my clips
One lay-up and they treat me like I'm Luka Dončić
2-6, nigga, and we used to conflict
Turn these brand new YG sneakers into Louboutin kicks
Red bottoms 'cause the blood bled out him (aw damn)
If I miss him, 4Hunnid red dot him (aw damn)
I was thinkin' 'bout walkin' up a stack of crates (hmm)
But I was busy stackin' cake
Cole fuckin' world say the whole name
Cole think he Drizzy Drake, he got his own plane
Flew it all around the world and now I'm back, bitch
Three cribs in the same neighborhood, I'm that rich
These niggas pray to God to make it on the Shade Room
Meanwhile I made it on the "Bitch, I'm hella paid" room
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
Pull up with a ten, her waist slim, ass chubby
Half a mili' on my neck, who gon' take it from me?
Pussy, we ballin' on you fuckin' dummies
Scared money don't make no money (whoa)
Scared money don't make no money (whoa)
Scared money don't make no money (whoa)
Pussy, we ballin' on you fuckin' dummies (uh-oh)
Ball too hard on niggas like Zion when he bust out the shoe (ball)
See that lil' switch on the Glock
You can't shoot back when we start to shootin'
Thuggin' on the block wit' YG set trippin', my pockets blue (true)
These VV's cost some cheese, reach for these I'll blam on you
(baow, baow)
Scared money don't make no money
I got shows comin' in but the trap still bunkin'
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
Have yo' cash together, it cost a Mike Vick for a truffle bowl
(seven)
Dollars, followers and ratchet hoes, I got a lot of those (where you
at?)
Gettin' me some head, waitin' on my food to cook at Pappadeaux
(let's go)
Big Bagg
Talkin' like you lit, yo' bitch better not be ugly
Pull up with a ten, her waist slim, ass chubby
Half a mili' on my neck, who gon' take it from me?
Pussy, we ballin' on you fuckin' dummies
Scared money don't make no money (whoa)
Scared money don't make no money (whoa)
Scared money don't make no money (whoa)
Pussy, we ballin' on you fuckin' dummies
Blinding Lights
I've been tryna call
I've been on my own for long enough
Maybe you can show me how to love, maybe
I'm going through withdrawals
You don't even have to do too much
You can turn me on with just a touch, baby
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
gone
I said, ooh, I'm blinded by the lights
No, I can't sleep until I feel your touch
I said, ooh, I'm drowning in the night
Oh, when I'm like this, you're the one I trust (Hey, hey, hey)
I'm running out of time
'Cause I can see the sun light up the sky
So I hit the road in overdrive, baby, oh
The city's cold and empty (oh)
No one's around to judge me (oh)
I can't see clearly when you're gone (ch.)
I'm just walking by to let you know (by to let you know)
I can never say it on the phone (say it on the phone)
Will never let you go this time (ooh)
(ch)
Untitled
Nah man, not quite finished yet...
Girl I think
You just mighta just try-ta pull a muhfuckin fast one I'm mad
You just hurt my god damn feeling, and that was the last one I
had
Does this look like an arcade, trying to play games, see the saw
blade
See the silhouette, of a stalker in your walk way, better cooperate
Or get sautéed, and rotisserie, while you're hog tied
MCs get so quiet, you can hear em all fucking dog whistle when I
walk by
Colt Seavers on a mule, stuntin on that ass like the fuckin fall guy
I don't gas my Mercedes after midnight, I treat it like a Mogwi
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
Shit if I think a penny's pretty
Just image how beautiful, a quarter is to me
Ee-nee-mee-nee-my-nee-moe, catch an eskimo by his toe
While he's tryin to roll a snowball but, don't make him lose his
cool
If he hollers better let him go ya'll
Now here we go, go, go
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
Put your eggs in the same basket
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...
(You don't own me) Now here we go, go, go
And now that I got your panties in a bunch and your bowels in an
uproar
Ima show you why I came, so you stop asking me what the fuck
for
Now look you little slut-cunt-whore, I know you want more
Bitch it's time to put the math back in the Mathers
Cuz I'm a fuckin' (problem), run boy!
Every flow, got it mastered
So every last word, hat you fuckin' fags heard
Comes straight from the fish's ass
Yeah, in other words, I'm a bass-turd
Lookin' at me like a killed Kenny, gas in the tank? Yeah still plenty
No morals, are instilled in me, so remorse, I really don't feel any
Eat your heart out Hannibal, Understandable why you're jealous
Fuckin' animal, I got cannibal magnetism
Can't resist 'em now can ya hoe?
Shady, I don't understand ya flow Understand my flow?
Bitch I flow, like Troy Polamalu's hair, boy
Don't you dare try to follow or compare boy
I'm raw, you ain't even medium rare, stay the fuck outta my hair
boy
You can look, you can stare and point
But you can't touch I'm too clairvoyant
I don't get it man, is there a void
All this weak shit, what am I, steroids?
Well bitch, I'm back with some shit for that ass
In ya trunk elephant (Hemorrhoids)
And remember boys...
(You don't own me) Now here we go, go, go
Thank you for coming out. Hope you enjoyed the show.
Until next time... peace.
Super Lyrics
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
(Woo, Woo, Woo)
Huh! Huh!
—: Hook :—
Last Year, I Made Seven Million
Didn't Have To Do A Single Fu*king Show
Shout Out To My N!ggas Up At Coca-Cola
For The Check They Cut Me At The Super Bowl
All My Life Moments Is A Super Woah!
My N!gga Dr. Dre, He Got A Super Boat
Last Night, I Was Texting Jack Dorsey
That's The Perks You Get From Being Super Dope
—: Verse 1 :—
This Is Real Life, Aingt No Acting It
All These Rap N!ggas, They Be Brad Pitting (Uhh! )
Every Little Thing I Do Is Mad Different (Yeah!)
Got My Lil' Cousin Playing Badminton (Yeah!)
Gave My Lil' Bro A Quick Fifty Piеce
He Got The Wholе Mother-Fu*king Trap Hitting
I Been Stacking Up All These A$$ets
Can't Be Conducting Any Bad Business (Nah)
Like Woah! Hey! I Keep That Drip On Me
My N!gga, I'm Big Homie (Big Homie)
Huh! Hey! I Can't Ever Slip Homie
My Mama Might Flip On Me (Might Flip On Me)
Like Woah! Hey! Drop-Top Coupe In The Mother-Fu*king
Summer
I Rest My Case (Rest My Case)
Like Huh! Hey! I'ma Live Life To The Fullest
With Every Single Breath I Take, Uhh! -Huh!
(Every Breath I Take)
Let Me Tell You Lil' N!ggas Something Real Quick (Uhh! )
Hating-A$$ Ho, You Can Suck My D!ck (Suck It)
Get Cold Every Time That You Touch My Wrist
I'm The Greatest, N!gga, You Can't Fu*k With This (Nah)
My N!ggas Pull Up In Them Chevys And Bimmers
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) Hitting them corners in them low-lows, girl
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
Still taking my time to perfect the beat
And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E
Since the last time you heard from me, I lost some friends
Well, hell, me and Snoop, we dippin' again
Kept my ear to the streets, signed Eminem
He's triple platinum, doing 50 a week
Still, I stay close to the heat
And even when I was close to defeat, I rose to my feet
My life's like a soundtrack I wrote to the beat
Treat rap like Cali' weed, I smoke 'til I sleep
Wake up in the a.m., compose a beat
I bring the fire 'til you're soaking in your seat
It's not a fluke, it's been tried, I'm the truth
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
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
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
Still taking my time to perfect the beat
And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E
Right back up in your motherfuckin' ass
Nine-five plus four pennies, add that shit up
D.R.E. right back up on top of thangs
Smoke some wit' your Dogg
No stress, no seeds, no stems, no sticks!
Some of that real sticky-icky-icky
Ooh wee! Put it in the air!
Well, you's a fool, D-R, ha-ha

I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world

(Still) Hitting them corners in them low-lows, girl
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
Still taking my time to perfect the beat
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

I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world

(Still) Hitting them corners in them low-lows, girl