Chorus: x2] [Eminem] [yawns] Forget a chorus -- my metaphors are so complicated it takes six minutes to get applause (yay) And by the time you all catch
street Got a Rolie on my wrist that'll blind ya fawl For everyday of the week I got a brand new car Drop it all and run and tell yo bitch what you saw
't fulfill such skill they incapable Of keeping all the planets in-line with one mind Make the sun and moon both shine at one time I orchestrate the guns
school shit, bitch run your kicks Go on y'all can have my flow I extort y'all hoes for all yall dough And by now I think all yall know Who's the winner
I saw (Who?) Black and ?Deaf? now, ain't this proper Guns drawn full of ??? toward the helicopter Escaped alive but my ribs was shattered Body all battered, and clothes all
unwind, recline or pop and lock to it Come and rock with us, all night like Michael Jackson Leave your guns and knives at home, black, that's all I'm
without a muthafuckin tug of war 40 Water your playa patna Ever since the womb I been a tycoone Actin up (Actin up) Actin tough (Actin tough) Actin bad with all kinds of guns
to the end of the path But instead the long march hasn't even begun y'all Political power manifest once our guns drawn I write like shit will pop off
em all? ... to death, death, death Fuck with the niggas with the guns and you might get shot, get shot Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em all? ...
Timbs and jeans Weed in my seams, pass all the fiends We all VIP's, peep my ass in your dreams So my company better have my currency Been actin funny currently Y'all
, and enslaved, they will revolt with the blood running in the sheets Yo, Ticket to ride, the white crime, highway Bring all the guns, the funds will
Brisco his real name is British Mitchell. Four men coming inside their guns drawn, they order everyone to the floor, all the customers, all the employees
lungs The theory of communication called cannons Dissertation with a makeover in camouflage makeup Light waves bend to the wake of bust Mics buckle with white knuckles, metacarpals crush Acid reflux all
rhyme slow My lyrics move at a high rate of speed cause they comin down slow My pantheon stands beyond songs, beyond the norm I've managed to draw the
in the hood like Castellano You could see me in the fiddy, puffin' H. Armano Doin' eighty on the Belt', follow signs to Verrazano I keep two guns in my
nothing damm thang change All y'all niggas, y'all can't fuck with me we throwing up the C Tell me what y'all want to do and how y'all niggas really wanted
Guns are screaming It must be law exploding all the balls for running blood Drawn out of anger don't fear the war Steel kiss of guns unchains my dynamo
she got in there like a bookmark thirsty whose just look perch, rappers say they all goons they don't really have guns drawn unless we talking about art rooms all