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

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 Bе Murdered
By again why stop
Overkill likе 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 every time I 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
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
generally Duh
Dukes of Hazzard car
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
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
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 barking Bark bark bar king
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
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
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 bar's 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
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 vamonos
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
You out of pocket though
like a motherfuckin' wallet stole
Wait why'd the beat cut off
Fuck it