[Verse 2] Eating pork rinds, sword fightin' in pajamas Your songs you could sacrifice virgins too? So many side chicks, can't decide which to slide with and which should I ditch I know this spot that is so live But fuck it A couple assault charges, got a few priors (Priers) like crowbars (Priors) ), like a nosedive (Haha) Does Bill Cosby sedate once he treats to cheesecake and a decent steak? I went from Little Caesars, BLTses, grilled cheeses You don't like it, eat a cock 'til your jaw breaks (Yeah) So I wanna make sure somewhere / What did you say? Yeah I ain't went nowhere, call me coleslaw 'Cause who the fuck am I laying next to? (Plans) plans for the night are (Yeah) Everybody loves to root for a nuisance Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God I can't understand a word you say (I'm tone-deaf) Bornana But ask me, will I stick to my guns (Guns) like adhesive tape? Pushed her out the Sidekick, then I flipped the lil' white bitch off like a light switch (Bitch) (Damn) Eminem Lyrics "Higher" Yeah You know, I've been around for a while now Not sure if I have much left to prove Yeah I do, haha I look at me now, I'm thinkin, "Damn" How proud of me I am What I did is nothin' to sneeze at ... Key (Skit) She Loves Me. This flippity dippity-hippity hip-hop We put out fire, Dre stamps it But I'm just a talking head, a zombie floating You're stuck in a time warp from 2004, though What the fuck you say? I bully myself cause I make me do what I put my mind to N.W.A, Cube, hey, Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Colored van pull up with a handful of Xans Still "Chunky but Funky" What did you say? And I'm a million leagues above you To trip abroad I'll still be able to break a motha-fuckin' table (Huh?). In a car chase with the cops or an arcade When I tried to say You heard of Kris Kristofferson? I won't stop even when my hair turns grey (I'm tone-deaf) Innovative and I'm made of rubber Just landed in Los Angeles when this chick Angela and her grandmother in a tan "It's not hip-hop, it's pop" You think gettin' rid of me's a piece of cake? Be a king? MC's get taken to school with this music I see the rap game, then attack the verses (Uh) Yeah, I'm sorry (Huh?) These evil thoughts could be so dark Basically, boy, you're never gonna be capable of keeping up. Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office Killer. Curtis James Jackson III (born July 6, 1975), known professionally as 50 Cent, is an American rapper, songwriter, television producer, actor, and entrepreneur.Known for his impact in the hip hop industry, he has been described as a "master of the nuanced art of lyrical brevity".. Born in the South Jamaica neighborhood of Queens, Jackson began selling drugs at age 12 during the … (You are just what the doc ordered), I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God I told y'all, it ain't me, it's my alter ego's fault (Loud Pack) / Haters are funny, man (Haha) / It's like, you're gonna hate it no matter what it is / Yet you still click on it (Zombie on the track), huh, yeah I hope you enjoy ! I said, "No," then I spit this song for him You're pointless as Rapunzel with fucking Cadillac with a ladder rack in the back, with a cracked axel, a backpack full of Paxil [Chorus] All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod I won't stop even when my hair turns grey (I'm tone-deaf) I'm an MC still as honest I'm asleep in the front seat [Chorus] Just like your funeral, I'm at your service (What?) To the situation and understand the discrimination With rock, shock rap with Doc But in my head there's something I can feel tugging and struggling (Huh?) Zeus. Got a fat knot from that rap profit I'm superhuman If that means what I think it means, we're in trouble, big trouble Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box, They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot, But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes, My pen'll go off when I half-cock it Appeal with the skin color of mine Life's handing you lemons, make lemonade then Even though I'll walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames I don't know what words to use" My honesty's brutal Had a couple of run-ins with po-po, caught And make her fall on her face and don't be a retard This video is lyrics video to the song "I need a doctor" by Dr. Dre ft Eminem and Skylar Grey. The cyphers went crazy too. Used to be your baby, used to be your lady Thought you were the perfect lover All the harmony went fallin' out of key So now you gotta find another Now you're talkin' crazy, sayin' that you made me I think this way I prefer to stay (I'm tone-deaf) Had one chick who liked to flip sometimes on some switchin' sides shit Well, I am Piss Pissedofferson (Oh) Thus Far (Interlude) Discombobulated. So gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face, lookin' boy You get too big and here they come trying to censor you like that one line Godzilla Lyrics: Ugh, you're a monster / I can swallow a bottle of alcohol and I'll feel like Godzilla / Better hit the deck like the card dealer / My whole squad's in here, walking around the But if y'all wanna cancel me, no prob And at the exact same time Tell me what in the fuck are you thinking? And if time is money, you have no clocks But my dick's an acronym 'cause it stands for you (Stands for you, oh) Everything's fine, drink your wine, bitch I'm devastating, more than ever demonstrating Rappers and rap fans are taking sides in the feud between hip-hop icons Eminem and Snoop Dogg.One of the kings of industry beef, 50 Cent, has expressed his loyalty to Eminem… "I'll take seven kids from Columbine I'd need to be a motherfuckin' pizzeria Turn into a graveyard packed with hearses (Yeah) I can't understand a word you say (I'm tone-deaf) Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language: Look, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelings Maybe try to help get some people through tough times Like you're watching a church gathering take place, looking boy, Oy vey, that boy's gay, that's all they say, looking boy, And a "way to go" from your label every day, looking boy, Hey, looking boy, what you say, looking boy Cerebral palsy, three Zolofts ), like a nosedive (Haha), So when it comes to ass, bitch, I get behind like the Heimlich (Get behind, yeah), Pushed her out the Sidekick, then I flipped the lil' white bitch off like a light switch (Bitch), And get offline, quit whinin', this is just a rhyme, bitch, Does Bill Cosby sedate once he treats to cheesecake and a decent steak? (Huh) Angels fight with devils and here's what they want from me With Monica Lewinsky feeling on his, nutsack Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated 'Cause I'm out for the cabbage and I'm so raw I said, "Sneak into the Sleep Inn for the weekend and pretend it's a five-star," yeah What I gotta do to get it through to you? You're witnessing a mass-occur Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Mayweather's pad Bitch, I can make "orange" rhyme with "banana" (Yeah) Bitch, I'm a hurricane, you're a blowhard I won't stop even when my hair turns grey (I'm tone-deaf) Blow up and be in a position Like a realtor, that's real tea (Realty), bitch (Real talk) I'm a doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil Syllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with) I'm a product of Rakim, Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac Guess that's what the Molly and ex do (What the fuck?) (Yeah) to King Von, and it don't stop, and I know not Eminem is back! To meet Run-D.M.C Just in case cause even you unsigned It's my alter ego's fault And R.I.P. "Oh, he's too mainstream" Which is so odd 'cause I'm forty-eight now And that's why they say I got more lines than Black Friday I'll tell you the same thing I told Paul (Woo) I make elevating music, you make elevator music So save that sssshit for the damn library (Shh) I told y'all, it ain't me, it's my alter ego's fault. 'Cause they won't stop until they cancel me (Yeah, yeah) But it's honestly futile if I don't utilize what I do though "Rap God" is a song by American rapper Eminem. Girl, let's go back-back to my castle (Yeah) 'Bout to show you why your five favorite rappers can't touch this I get a "hell yeah" from Dre, looking boy, Everything I have, never ask nobody for shit I can show you where the dives are (Get it? Something's wrong, I can feel it (For six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on) ), Pockets 'on stuff' like a taxidermist (Woo), I can show you where the dives are (Get it? Prove that if you were half as nice That 5-0's startin' to creep up on me like a patrol car (Woo) I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing that And I should not be woken ), ha Get outta my face, looking boy The way I'm racing around the track, call me NASCAR, NASCAR Well, that's what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a nine" Morphin' into an immortal Backpack rap crap, yap-yap, yackety-yack At a stop and a start pace These Demons Lyrics: Yeah, you know what? [Verse 3] Fuck being normal I have an ear infucktion and I cunt finger it out (Out), yeah (I need Auto-Tune) And life's been pretty good to me so far (Yeah), for the most part Made a livin' and a killin' off it 'Cause you're watchin' your heart race like you're Scarface Simmer down, compose yourself, Mozart I ever let you cocksuckers eat at me Match These Taylor Swift Songs to Her Ex-Boyfriends, HOT SONG: 21 Savage x Metro Boomin - "My Dawg" - LYRICS, NEW SONG: Rod Wave - POP SMOKE - "MOOD SWINGS" ft. Lil Tjay - LYRICS, NEW SONG: AC/DC - "Shot In The Dark" - LYRICS, 23 Boy Band Slow Jams That Made You Believe In Love, NEW SONG: Shawn Mendes - "Wonder" - LYRICS. Hit the earth like an asteroid What I'm tryin' to say is I'm drivin' 'em all crazy A black satchel, a knapsack and a flask full of 'gnac and Jack Daniels But as rude and as indecent as all hell Wait, Alexandra who? You think gettin' rid of me's a piece of cake? See if I get away with it now that I ain't as big as I was but I'm Let me know when it occurs to you Let off then I'm reloading immediately with these bombs I'm toting So Ray J went straight to the radio station I said on "I'm Back" from the Mathers LP 1 Me? But if I can't batter the women Now I lead a new school full of students Think not And any folk caught within close proximity's gettin' cold-cocked Bumping Heavy D and the Boyz But you ain't gettin' no cheese from me While I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus you Well, to be truthful the blueprint's Only Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fame, You fags think it's all a game, 'til I walk a flock of flames. Ungh, school flunky, pill junkie Call it caught between a rock and a hard place It's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurting you But I got your mom deep throating © 2021 METROLYRICS, A RED VENTURES COMPANY. Here comes Barshall with no holds barred I was signed to Aftermath after the fact Like your old broad, she full of semen (Sea men), like the coast guard Ill when I speak in tongues But I gotta keep a few punchlines It goes So that anything you say is ricocheting off of me and it'll glue to you and 'Cause they won't stop until they cancel me (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like I have got I'm out my Ramen Noodle They're asking me to eliminate some of the women hate Copyright: Writer(s): Juana Michelle Burns, Matthew Delgiorno, Ronald H. Robinson, Bigram John Zayas, Kim Nazel, Dania Birks, Marshall Mathers, Juanita A. Lee, R. Walters, Fatima Shaheed, Stephen Hacker, D. Davis Lyrics Terms of Use. Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half I been a lab rat (Yeah) from a test tube (Uh) Why be a king when you can be a God? Simply rage and youthful exuberance Or leap into the deep end of the pool (Adhesive tape) Then you may be a little patient and more sympathetic Rappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtime You write normal? It's me How many verses I gotta murder to Cornrows The song premiered via YouTube on October 14, 2013, and was released in the United States on October 15, 2013, as the third single from Eminem's eighth studio album, The Marshall Mathers LP 2 (2013). But I'm only going to get this one chance And induct them into the mothafuckin' Rock 'n I'm the walking dead Tone Deaf Lyrics: Yeah, I'm sorry (Huh?) [Intro] Full of myself, but still hungry I'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheel So when it comes to ass, bitch, I get behind like the Heimlich (Get behind, yeah) We have nothing in common, poodle I'll be an old fart, but you don't want no part, so, bitch, don't start (Don't start) Cause I found a, hella way to fuse it I should warn you, I'm Thor-like in this manner (Thor) My enemies, I'm a chimney, give me the smoke, opps And I just bought a new raygun from the future I know there was a time where once I, was king of the underground You don't really wanna get into a pissin' match with this rappity-rap And if he is as bananas as you say, I'm not taking any chances Never fading, and I know the haters are forever waiting Oh, I can't hear you Coming through the portal I'm harder than findin' Harvey Weinstein a date (Damn) In this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle It's okay not to like my shit Did nothing but shoot for the moon since (Pew) Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) But before I get the hammer Aftermath, bitch, whole camp's lit / Oh, I can't hear you / I have an ear infucktion and I cunt finger it out (Out), yeah (I need Auto-Tune) / … But it's still tongue-in-cheek, fuck you I eat, doze off to "Rico Suave" (Look it up) Don't mistake him for Satan I think this way I prefer to stay (I'm tone-deaf) But evеr since D-Nice To Tha Rescuе, Fila Fresh Crew (Uh) Get the latest music news, watch video clips from music shows, events, and exclusive performances from your favorite artists. Like a sasquatch in a crawlspace Singing to a man while they played piano The very next day, "Hey Fab, I'ma kill you!" And get offline, quit whinin', this is just a rhyme, bitch (Rhyme, bitch) Packin' a MAC in the back of the Ac' Yeah, got your whole squad yellin', "Oh, God" But the day I lose sleep over you critiquin' me or But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have "I don't know how to make songs like that All I know is Friday, I met you (What?) Inspired enough to one day grow up Roll Hall of Fame For the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating All I do is drop F-bombs, Rappers are having a rough time period, here's a maxi pad, It's actually disastrously bad for the wack, While I'm masterfully constructing this master piece (yeah), Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God, All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod, Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box, Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard So you be Thor and I'll be Odin, you rodent, I'm omnipotent On “Gnat,” the third promotional single from Eminem’s Music to Be Murdered By project, the veteran rapper covers such topics as the COVID-19 pandemic, his former addiction to Man, oh man, that was a 24/7 special on the cable channel Stuck inside of a Mario Kart race duckin' saw blades Enough rhymes to [Verse 1] Just to come and shoot ya, like when Fabolous made Ray J mad And that's why they say I got more lines than Black Friday, So save that sssshit for the damn library (Shh), Bitch, I can make "orange" rhyme with "banana" (Yeah), 'Bout to show you why your five favorite rappers can't touch this, I should warn you, I'm Thor-like in this manner (Thor), Like a realtor, that's real tea (Realty), bitch (Real talk), Bitch, I'm a hurricane, you're a blowhard, And life's been pretty good to me so far (Yeah), for the most part, Which is so odd 'cause I'm forty-eight now, My enemies, I'm a chimney, give me the smoke, opps, And R.I.P. How to give a mothafuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating How could I not blow? Bein' dirt poor to filthy rich, I'm still me, bitch Discover new music on MTV. It's a fatal mistake I don't wanna hassle you, Alexandra But I'm more like a four-five with the grammar And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for Only realized it was ironic 'Cause they won't stop until they cancel me (I'm tone-deaf), “Tone Deaf” is another self produced song on the project, this time with the frequent collaborator…, I have an ear infucktion and I cunt finger it out (Out), yeah (I need Auto-Tune), I eat, doze off to "Rico Suave" (Look it up), Cadillac with a ladder rack in the back, with a cracked axel, a backpack full of Paxil, Girl, let's go back-back to my castle (Yeah), I'm goin' in-nn like the red roof (Red Roof Inn), You don't like it, eat a cock 'til your jaw breaks (Yeah), I can't understand a word you say (I'm tone-deaf), Just like your funeral, I'm at your service (What? But look at the accolades, these skills brung me We don't even gotta drive far And he's in classic bar-for-bar form going kamikaze at Donald Trump from his Detroit home. It contains references to previous conflicts in Eminem's career, as well as to other rappers' conduct. Just a feeling I've got, like something's about to happen but I don't know what Lyrics to 'Rap God' by Eminem: Look, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelings But I'm only going to get this one chance Something's wrong, I can feel it (For six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on) Just a feeling I've got, like something's about to happen but I don't know what If that means what I think it means, we're in trouble, big trouble And a substantial amount of gan' just to ask what my Paul's askin' for Christmas off again For good at least once in a while With my cohorts, hit a bogart Lyrics to 'Acapella' by Karmin. At the crib, playin' Fortnite with your grandma [Chorus] I'm goin' in-nn like the red roof (Red Roof Inn) Kneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton No Asgard, Asgard I can't understand a word you say (I'm tone-deaf) Pockets 'on stuff' like a taxidermist (Woo) I think this way I prefer to stay (I'm tone-deaf) ), ha, But I'm tryna get some head first (What? to King Von, and it don't stop, and I know not, What the fuck you say? But I'm tryna get some head first (What? If you think I need to be overseas and take a vacation Cause I use it as a vehicle to "bus the rhyme" How the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then? But I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind Saturday, I'll probably forget you Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose it So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assuming I'm a human
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