Lyrics:
know I'm the hardest
I'm well-armed surrounded by shells like a starfish
Gun in my pocket that'll tear you to pieces
Iron in my jeans like I don't like
pan
I need meds, swear to God, 'cause If I go off the edge
T.I. ain't talkin' me off a ledge, man
Heart throb that'll fart, ah, nah
More like
lamb
Hangin' from his ceiling, drippin' with a bed pan
I need meds, swear to God, 'cause If I go off the edge
T.I. ain't talkin' me off a ledge, man
calling it lunch
When you serve your first feen
It give you a rush
I told you I got my gun
I gave you trust
Im off a perk
Mixing up love with lust
Trust
Stack it up to the fuckin top
Gun up
Slide by, drive by homicide
Gun up
Eyes wide, I rise, deicide
Gun up
Take em on one by one, petrified
Gun up
Plague
a power source for rappers
Not only that
I was casually cappin cappers
Until I pissed off the matrix, think it’s something I said
I’m the king
out
To the skit, on the D&D-project, blew the shit out
By accident, we do some shit on the mic
That a kid is convicted in Interstate, trapped again
a page out my man
New chapter that's an old one ending
Great, 'cah a brother can't rewind
Cutest one with the largest behind, woof
Perched off by
The wild, Gotham
The Wild West
Ha ha, ride
All you see is the sun, reflecting off of the gun
Ready for the showdown, that go down at one
Sweat
the studio I prayed they didn't spray
Cause I miss that scratch from Jam Master Jay (Whoa oh oh!!!)
[Chorus]
Shots go off, mother's cry
Death since rise,
with me Who I be
The one that got you ready to run
The one with rhyme or reason to bust my gun
What's the outcome?
Another nigga getting smoked?
Another
car
Blowing horns like Miles Davis
At the pearly gate, God let me in
Give me a room by Aaliyah with ESPN
I know I got more sins than two lesbians
Been
Go run that shit,
Go run that shit,
Go gun that shit,
Go bump that bitch,
Don’t talk no shit,
I'm all on it,
I'm all on it,
Don't call no quits
Go
punk, slack up.
Watch your weak posse before they get smacked up.
One by one, two by two, three by, Yo P
[Parrish]
What's Up E.D.?
Pass
outta that gun
'Cause I'da killed him, shit I would've shot Kim and him both
It's my life, I'd like to welcome y'all to "The Eminem Show"
I'm sorry
nigga
Rest in peace [?], imma keep it lit
I swear me alone, I did about ten skits
I fuck wit big [?], he gone go for me
When I was like 8 months, he
recognition
Been eyen’ from a distance
Been eyein’ my competition
And where's my competition?
Somewhere where they aint heard of this
Surrounded by them cameras
the gun gun blaze on they ass,
Gotta rip in them chests through vests
Mack-10s, sawed off eruptions, got plenty ammunition
No missing listen destruction
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, shawty
It's your birthday
We gon' party like it's your birthday
We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday
And you
Whole world like a bloodbath, don't run, run, run, bitch, go run quick
Whole world like a bloodbath, gon dunk Fast, hop out what I'm on when I talk
(We are soldiers after all, down by honor we won't fall
After all, all, all, all, all....)
[Christ Bearer]
When them guns go off, bitches hit
leave the opp steamin on his block my gun is finna smoke
Verse 2:
Poppin out to gun em down that skit just hit news, got a couple different choppas I
My face so high off the ground
They say I can't rap because I'm white
But the Jack Harlow Lil Peep and Eminem can do it
I don't gotta think twice
I'm
The nine's gonna getcha
Skit's so frantic shoot rhymes
Like an automatic
Niggas panic when I let go the static frail
One step ahead in the future
Don't need
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