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

Yeah I'm sorry Huh
What did you say
Oh I can't hear you
I have an ear infucktion
and I cunt finger it out
Out haha
I need auto tune
Yeah
It's my alter-ego's fault
these evil thoughts
can be so dark
Cerebral palsy three Zolofts
I eat those off to Rico Suave
look it up
Cadillac with a ladder
rack in the back
with a cracked axel
A backpack full of Paxil
A black satchel
a nap sack and a flask
full of 'gnac and Jack Daniels
Girl let's go back
back to my castle Yeah
I don't wanna hassle you Alexandra
But my dick's an acronym
'cause it stands for you Oh
You wait Alexandra who Damn
All I know is Friday
I met you What
Saturday I'll probably forget you
Guess that's what the Molly
and X do What the fuck
'Cause who the fuck
am I laying next to Heh
But ever sincе D-Nice
To tha Rescue
Feel a frеsh crew Uh
been a lab rat Yeah
From a test tube Uh
I'm goin' in like the red roof
Red Roof Inn
You don't like it
eat a cock 'til your jaw breaks
Call it caught between
a rock and a hard place
Like a sasquatch in a crawlspace
'Cause you're watching
your heart race
like you're Scarface
In a car chase with
the cops or an arcade
Stuck inside of a Mario Kart race
stuck in saw blades
At a stop and a start pace
What I'm tryin' to say is
I'm drivin' 'em all crazy
I can't understand
a word you say I'm tone deaf
I think this way
I prefer to stay I'm tone deaf
I won't stop even
when my hair turns grey
I'm tone deaf
'Cause they won't stop
until they cancel me Yeah yeah
I see the rap game
then attack the verses Uh
Turn into a graveyard
packed with hearses Yeah
Just like your funeral
I'm at your service What
Pockets on stuffed
like a taxidermist Woo
Just landed in Los Angeles
when this chick Angela
and her grandmother in a tan
Colored van pulled up
with a hand full of Xans
And a substantial
amount of ganja
just to ask what my
Plans for the night are Yeah
I said sneakin' to the Sleep
Inn for the weekend
and pretend it's a five star
Yeah I leap into the deep
end of the pool
I can show you
where the dives are Get it
We don't even gotta drive far
I know this spot that is so live
but I'm tryna get
some head first
like a nose dive Haha
So many side chicks
can't decide which to slide
with and which should I ditch
So when it comes to ass bitch
I get behind like the Heimlich Yeah
Had one chick who liked
to flip sometimes on some
switchin' sides shit
Pushed her out the side
kicked then I flipped
The lil' white bitch off
like a light switch Bitch
It's okay not to like my shit
Everything's fine
drink your wine bitch
And get offline quit whinin'
this is just a rhyme bitch
But ask me will I stick
to my guns like adhesive tape
Does Bill Cosby sedate once
he treats the cheesecake
and the decent steak
You think gettin' rid of
me's a piece of cake
I'm harder than findin'
Harvey Weinstein a date Haha
And that's why they say
I got more lines
than Black Friday
So save that shit
for the damn library Shh
You heard of Kris Kristofferson
Yeah Well I am piss piss
off'ed-eson Oh
Paul's askin' for
Christmas off again
I said No then I spit
this song for him it goes
I can't understand
a word you say I'm tone deaf
I think this way I prefer
to stay I'm tone deaf
I won't stop even
when my hair turns grey
I'm tone deaf
'Cause they won't stop
until they cancel me
Yeah yeah yeah
Bitch I can make an orange
rhyme with banana oranana
Eating pork rinds
sword fightin' in pajamas
At the crib playin'
Fortnite with your grandma
But I'm more like
I'm 4'5" with the grammar
Bitch 'bout to show you
why your five favorite rappers
can't touch this
But before I get the hammer
I should warn you
I'm Thor-like in this manner
But the day I lose sleep
over you critiquin' me or
I ever let you cocksuckers
eat at me
I'd need to be a
motherfuckin' pizzeria
but you ain't gettin' no
cheese from me
I went from Lil' Ceasers
BLT-ses grilled cheeses
Bein' dirt poor to filthy rich
I'm still me bitch
Like a realtor it's realty
bitch Real talk
Aftermath bitch whole camp's lit
We put out fire Dre stamps it
With my cohorts hit up Bogart
Yeah got your whole
squad yellin' Oh God
Here comes Marshall
with no holds barred
Bitch I'm a hurricane
you're a blow hard
Like your old broad
she full of semen
like the coast guard
And life's been pretty good
to me so far for the most part
Had a couple of
run-in's with popo caught
A couple assault charges
got a few priors like crowbars
Which is so odd
'cause I'm forty-eight now
That 5-0's startin' to creep
up on me like a patrol car
I'll be an old fart
but you don't want no part
so bitch don't start
Simmer down
compose yourself Mozart
I ain't went nowhere
call me coleslaw
'Cause I'm out
for the cabbage and I'm so raw
And if time is money
you have no clocks
And any folk caught
within close proximity's
gettin' Colt cocked
My enemies I'm a chimney
give me the smoke opps
And R.I.P. to King Von
and it don't stop and I know not
What the fuck you say
I told y'all it ain't me
it's my alter-ego's fault
But if y'all wanna
cancel me no prob'
I'll tell you the same
thing I told Paul
I can't understand a word you say
I'm tone deaf
I think this way I prefer to stay
I'm tone deaf
I won't stop even
when my hair turns grey
I'm tone deaf
'Cause they won't stop until
they cancel me I'm tone deaf