Album Name

Music To Be Murdered By - Side B (Deluxe Edition)

Artist

Eminem

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2020.12.18

Release Agency

Universal Music Group

I don't smile I don't frown
get two up or get two down
I was here so were you
you came and went I stuck around
Still here now stop me how
Your opinion's like a broken calculator
that shit doesn't count
Shut your motherfucking mouth
I'm emptyin' my book of rhymes
My book of rhymes
Get 'em all offf my pad
every thought that I had
I said I'm emptyin' my book of rhymes
My book of rhymes
Get 'em all offf my pad
every thought that I had
Haven't used all the tricks I have
so like my balls I'm in my bag
I get a little testy when I'm mad
sick of wrestlin' this iPad
Unsuccessfully I might add
and I know it's best to lеave it live
But evеn I get obsessed
with readin' everything
And let it get the best of me 'til I smash
But I need to get off the internet
Get off the internet
I need to get on the mic
Get on the mic
You need to get off the internet
Internet
you need to get you a life
Why you waste time
just to comment on shit
Comment on shit
'Specially shit you don't like
Shit you don't like
Don't like it don't listen
but don't tell me
about your favorite rapper
if it's some shit he didn't write
What happened to Slim
He was no cap with the pen
He used to rap like
the people's music was lore
He was exactly like them
Since he used to be poor
why can't he tap into him
Can't use that excuse anymore
He's mad at the wind
he's in a nuclear war
With a clown he's yelling At it again
I talk to your mother
she told me she love me
All she wanna do is
just hold me and hug me
Wants nobody but me
she showed me the duggy
Can I get a witness like notary public
She said kicks some fly shit Fly shit
I said I got wings on my ass
Wings on my ass
Told her my dick's a cockpit
Dick's a cockpit
I fly by the seat of my pants
Seat of my pants
Sinful thoughts this beat is crazy
this shit's retarded
This Instr is mental too many bars
incidental charges
When did it start
I been cold hearted in this heart
Since kindergarten
mental sharpness
Which made Simmoll walk
and Denice soft bitch
I invented flossin'
Yeah I used to wonder
where my next meal's gonna come from
Now I just wonder where my next
meal's gonna come from
I can not have no success
unless when I finally make it
I get to remind all the haters
who shitted on me
when I'm on my way up
My flow is sentences
If I was you
I would step or find yourself twisted
That's how you'll wind up
like spiral stairs
I will swear on a stack of Bibles
I will tear new behinds out of rivals
even your idols
I don't care
it's Music To Be Murdered By
So bottle back and swallow a fucking
Ja Rule bobblehead
Then die slow like old times
Ha ha
Low sniper
I hold the micro-phone
like a loaded rifle
My dome's brighter
all I spit from my skull is fire
All that's missing's a motorcycle
with the chrome wires
smoke tires in
Y'all are a flow biters
so I don't gotta explain
why they call me a ghostwriter
I'm emptyin' my book of rhymes
My book of rhymes
Get 'em all offf my pad
every thought that I had
I said I'm emptyin'
my book of rhymes
My book of rhymes
Get 'em all off my pad
every thought that I had
Illa
Haven't used all the tricks I had
so like my balls it's in my bag
I tend to get a little testy
when I'm mad
But gifted gathered
the pen to pad
Turn temper tantrums into anthems
Put lips to ass and kiss the cracks
Spit your damn bitch
you're still gonna hit the canvas
Rippin' rappers
that are Insta whippersnappers
Mr. Mathers is killin' this shit
illin' and whippin'
Syllables rip the planet
biblical shit's gonna hit the fan
Anybody wanna go tit
for tat's gonna get hit with that
Then the amygdala hippocampus
Gonna trigger the ingoramus
To think of the most ridiculous
shit then spit
Then pin it against
these pitiful rappers
Insidious these idiots witty as shit
against me shitty as MC Hammers
Put your whole squad
send a task force in
If you want it
you're 'bout to get
what you asked for
Then put your helmet on
strap your chin
You're 'bout to get
you a crash course in
Who not to start a motherfuckin'
rap war with
Or to go against
fuck you wanna do that for
No offense but are you retard
slow or dense
A fuckin' penny has more sense
Yeah now you gotta get killed
but it's not a big deal
But every thought is
so ill and so methodical
Thought I swallowed a pill
I'm startin' to feel like
I'm an automobile
With Barnacle Bill
inside the car at the wheel
Inside a carnival
'cause I'm plowin' into everyone
who wrote snotty articles
And that explains why the fuck you
clowns are all in my grill
Joy and pain fortune fame
torture shame
Choice I made swore someday
The world'll pay less to lose
more to gain
Daughter's raised yesterday
glory days adored and praised
Ignore the hate address the fake
Toured with Dre
tore a page from Jordan king
Destroyed the game
before you came enjoy your stay
Before it's gone away
but the more you claim
That you're gonna point and aim
If you join the game
your shit isn't goin' to bang
You're just boring
lame and more the same
You have an enormous chain
but a storm-less brain
The most you can conform is rain
Your shit is pointless
shame as a scoreless game
So bitch quit lyin'
your denyin' like Mr Porter's name
Borderline bipolar disorder
since my stroller
Eyes rollin' back in my skull
it get lot harder
Fire motor or I load up
I order my motor mouth
This is my note to self
Sometimes you're gonna bomb
So you might just have to
blow yourself up with no one's help
I just wrote it down
in my book of rhymes
Premo take us out
Writin' in my book of rhymes
My book of rhymes
my book of rhymes
I'm I'm I'm I'm I'm I'm eastside
Writin' in my book of rhymes
My book of rhymes
my book of rhymes
I'm I'm I'm I'm I'm I'm eastside