Take ´em to church, I´m talkin´ the tabernacle It´s the return of the body snatcher Walk in the spot, make my woman smack ya (whoo) In a fruit fight, I aim at your Adam´s apple Pull up in the candy car, eatin´ a candy bar And my girl eatin´ a candy apple Yeah, I line their ass up, I aim at their Cruiser All of these stones on my neck, uh They must have looked at Medusa Pockets Rasputia, of course I drove some rims to court I fucked some twins before I had a Benz before, this is the sin report This is the murder murder, pass the burner Em´, your money shorter than an acronym Big body when I´m backin´ in Ladi-dadi, got a bunch of bodies Niggas fakin´, niggas human traffickin´ (whoo)
I´m on the Act´ again, this ain´t a accident Uh, King like Ak-Ron I run the trap again, you on the treadmill (treadmill) Never, Neverland, shit came with a Ferris wheel (Goddamn) Ferris day off, baby, AR in the same car Most of y´all my sons, aw, look at little JR Aw, F-12 same color Kate Moss Ugh, I´m talkin´ wrist in the pot I´m talkin´ this and you not I´m talkin´ bricks and you not I´m talkin´ straight up and down, nigga, like 6 o´clock This is the equinox, this what the people want Somebody at the door, I heard the speaker knock, uh
[PHresher] I´m at your throat like Chloraseptic, ´septic And you got strep, I´m too complex with, ´plex with This shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit I´m at your throat, I´m feelin´ reckless, reckless, yeah
[PHresher] Do me a favor, don´t do me no favors These bitches got flavors They all wanna smoke, but ain´t doin´ no labor But they shoppin´ at Raleys, they stingin´ like tasers Act Hollywood like they play for the Lakers They fly on the latest Crocs, alligators, say, "Hi" to my haters Pardon my neighbor, we eatin´
That chicken, lobster, potatoes You must be sniffin´ that yayo If you don´t think I´m that nigga Swagger on ten, since a day old It´s a-okay though, whippin´ up whip like it´s mayo Every track is a K.O., fuck nigga, K.O. Go off your head like I´m Ayo Out of this world, talkin´ NATO It´s ´cause of jail, don´t be an A-hole ´Cause I got shooters that shoot when I say so (lay low) Wanna be in my shoes, you ain´t paid no dues Real nigga, you ain´t break no rules High school, niggas ate yo´ food Might dumb, it down a little, but I ain´t no fool (yeah, yeah) Niggas hate every day, B (yeah)
Shit is O.C. lately (yeah) Gotta break ´em off with these Dre beats (yeah) Or I might go crazy (yeah) These niggas too Goddamn lazy (too lazy) Don´t ever, ever, ever try to play me (try to play me) Lil´ shawty now comin´ from BK (BK) But I´m tryna come up like JAY-Z (like JAY-Z) Nothin´ but love from my heart, I feel entitled to titles Fuck it, man, I want the title, my mission is goin´ viral
[PHresher] I´m at your throat like Chloraseptic, ´septic And you got strep, I´m too complex with, ´plex with This shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit
I´m at your throat, I´m feelin´ reckless, reckless, yeah
[Eminem] Bin Laden with a pen, body it again I begin slaughterin´ your men, prolly shoulda been Ali or the Svengali embodiment of sin Like a Saudi in the Taliban plotting an event In the lobby of the Intercontinental with an obvious intent And I will not even relent Up on a little like Osama with a bomb under the bin And down the middle of the Pentagon And hit a kindergartener with a rental (stop) Back and forth, back and forth Like Jack Kevorkian´s ass to court
Rap mature Why can´t you be like Macklemore? (huh?) Why you always gotta smack a whore? (huh?) It´s likely the psychiatric ward´s a last resort (huh?) Somethin´s gotta give, that´s for sure Yet you keep comin´ back for more Not as raw as I was, "Walk on Water" sucks Bitch, suck my dick Y´all saw the tracklist and had a fit ´fore you heard it So you formed your verdict While you sat with your arms crossed Did your little reaction videos and talked over songs ("—chill") Nah, dog, y´all sayin´ I lost it, your fuckin´ marbles are gone ("wait, Em´") But nowadays, every flow, every cadence sounds the same (skrrt)
Brain´s a powder keg, I draw inspiration outta hate Real pain in the paper, I don´t trace But if I look strange and outta place It´s ´cause I´m an alien, that´s why I write ´til the page is outta space Yeah, from 7 Mile in Novara To "How can I be down?", all of us tryna pile in the car (yeah) We shot for the stars (yeah) ´Cause we only got so much time in this world (yeah) So rewind it to your high school dance to the night before If you think you´re promised tomorrow (yeah) Now I´m ´bout to fool again This tune is sick, it´s luminous, the moon is lit A freakin´ lunatic, a human computer chip
And I´m soon to stick a broom in the uterus of your Hooters chick If I was you, I wouldn´t do nothin´ stupid due to the mood I´m in I´m losin´ it, you get chewed like a Junior Mint Show me who to rip, it´s time for you to get screwed Empty the lubricant and put super glue in it (woo) How many fuckin´ rappers did I go through? Dispel doubt, but you won´t admit I smoked you And was spellbound, hellbound in my snowsuit But am I s´posed to sound like everything else out? ´Cause I don´t get compared to it, only myself now And I can see the fair-weather fans and sales down But the only way I care is if I let myself down But what the fuck have I woke to? Time to eat the vocals and shit out Pro Tools I know you still want me to ill out, don´t you? Hopin´ the old Slim´s gonna spill out, open Fire on your whole camp with this spit I wrote you So chill out, no, you Hoes couldn´t roast me with the shit I wrote you Then I took a stand, went at Tan-Face and practically cut my motherfuckin´ fan base in half and still outsold you You just called my shit trash Thank God, I rap better when the odds are stacked "Revival´s wack, I don´t like the Zombie track Or when he´s talkin´ that garbage psychotic crap Where´s your content at? What´s with all the conscious rap? P!nk, Beyoncé this and Kehlani that" (yeah) I just added to the fuel in my rocket pack ´Til I´m ready to respond, then I´mma launch it at ´em Idiotic from the fuckin´ embryonic sac To the bodybag, I´ll be back And when I am, I´ll be at your fuckin´ throat like—