I actually f*** with kamikaze and music to be murdered by.
But his music not hitting like before
It is what it is
I actually f*** with kamikaze and music to be murdered by.
But his music not hitting like before
It is what it is
he still spitting bro
I like Terrence but sometimes I switch bros
I'm not a good man
Jesus is a good man
We gon' Get this s*** hotter
Then a summer day in Sudan
I'm hungry in the games boy Suzanne
With Kim Ying And Yang
Shooting s*** out the van
You just Shot but you ran (Step Up)
Icy wrist Icy Watch Flaming Uzi
How they don't love me but they love Lucy
I actually f*** with kamikaze and music to be murdered by.
But his music not hitting like before
It is what it is
He peaked not when he was on d**** but when he was going through legal trouble I’ve realized
We need Em to catch another gun charge then we’ll truly get another classic
lmao dont you f***ing dare talk to me like this b**** boy i'll f*** you up irl
They say these bars are like COVID (Bars are like COVID; what?)
You get 'em right off the bat (You get 'em right off the bat; yeah)
Infected with SARS and Corona (Infected with SARS and Corona)
Like you took a bite off of that (You took a bite off of that; damn)
And it goes from martian to human (From martian to human; yeah)
That's how the virus attacks (That's how the virus attacks)
They come at me with machine guns (At me with machine guns; brr)
Like trying to fight off a gnat
whats wrong with his voice ?
His robotic delivery. Old Eminem
used to be very smooth and charismatic when he rapped.
Now he’s doing the robotic, overly technical style of rapping or he’s rapping way too fast
Still stackin' my chips, hoes
Higher than Shaq on his tiptoes
Atop the Empire State Buildin'
This s*** is like child's play, childrеn
I will anni-nihilate, kill them
I'll f*** around and pile еight million
Dead little juveniles, wait, chill, then
I'll await my trial date 'til then (What?)
Ain't nothin' you say could ever trump (Nah), mic, pencil get killed (Yeah)
If you're hypersensitive, I wasn't referencin' the vice president, chill (Chill)
I mean my penmanship at times tends to get ill, violence but with skill
That's why I hence when I write ends up with the mic and pencil gettin' killed (Haha, yeah, hold up)
And I'm still ride or die for the squad (Yeah)
So you know which side that I'm on
If a battle line's ever drawn, but if I get involved
It'll be like K9's in a brawl
But not similar to Mike Vick at all
'Cause even if I don't have a dog in the fight
They ain't never gonna get rid of the fight in the dog (Fight in the dog)
Got stripes like a tiger, so you might get mauled, a mic in the palms
Like claws, I can swing right for your jaw
And rip it off with one swipe of the paw
B****, you still on my d*** or nah? (Nah)
If I suck, your wife is a straw (Straw)
I'm sick and I'm not gonna cover my mouth next time that I cough 'cause
This has me dying and I have no idea why
His robotic delivery. Old Eminem
used to be very smooth and charismatic when he rapped.
Now he’s doing the robotic, overly technical style of rapping or he’s rapping way too fast
i agree
charm wise, he's dead, nothing will top s*** like d*** ballad
but pure lyrical delivery, he is still spitting
He peaked not when he was on d**** but when he was going through legal trouble I’ve realized
We need Em to catch another gun charge then we’ll truly get another classic
Something bout his new voice man...
i agree
charm wise, he's dead, nothing will top s*** like d*** ballad
but pure lyrical delivery, he is still spitting
She
I like Terrence but sometimes I switch bros
I'm not a good man
Jesus is a good man
We gon' Get this s*** hotter
Then a summer day in Sudan
I'm hungry in the games boy Suzanne
With Kim Ying And Yang
Shooting s*** out the van
You just Shot but you ran (Step Up)
Icy wrist Icy Watch Flaming Uzi
How they don't love me but they love Lucy
Should I feel upset? You were dead to me 'fore you died
Me? Tear no shed
Should I have made a mural at your funeral?
Had your coffin draped with a hero's flag?
Where the f*** you were at
When De'Angelo done hurt me real bad at the Rio Grande?
Never met your grandkids, f***ing coward
Only guts you had was from your stomach fat
I couldn't see your ass goin' to Heaven
So I'm asking for a pass to go to Hell
So I can whip your f***ing ass
I hate that I'll never get to say "I hate you" to your face
No coming back from where I'm going
Sky is dark, my soul is black, hand on the shovel
Dig with the blade of it then I step on the metal
Vendetta to settle, tell the Devil
jaw dropping