"Shady XV" (2014)

• ShadyXV lyrics - Eminem
• Psychopath Killer lyrics - Eminem feat. Yelawolf
• Die Alone lyrics - Eminem (feat. Kobe)
• Vegas lyrics - Eminem
• Y'all Ready Know lyrics - Eminem
• Guts Over Fear lyrics - Eminem (feat. Sia)
• Down lyrics - Eminem
• Bane lyrics - Eminem
• Fine Line lyrics - eminem
• Twisted lyrics - Eminem (feat. Yelawolf)
• Right For Me lyrics - Eminem
• Detroit Vs. Everybody lyrics - Eminem (feat. Royce Da 5'9", Big Sean, Danny Brown, Dej Loaf & Trick-Trick)

ShadyXV lyrics - Eminem

I'm liable to start a violent spark with a silent thought

I disgust you like dialogue from The Shop to The Wired Frog

Night club, shit, I was taught if your CD's on fire

You had to put it out yourself like Highland Park, no fire department

So you might not hear sirens at all

But don't be alarmed if I sound off

Something just ain't right with me, dawg

A martyr on a private charter, whose life could be harder?

Widely regarded highly, bite me, sweetheart, I'm slightly retarded

But tonight I'm starting shit, I'm feeling self righteous

I might just hop in a mosh pit on some Mike Tyson and Pac shit

Looking to box with anybody, disorderly conduct

I'll fuck around and snort a key and pick a fight with a locksmith

Fan of the LOX, bananas, manic, I'm going in shock

Frantic, I'm trapped in a closet

Panic attack cause I'm claustrophobic

No, faggot, I mean I can't maneuver from movement

Cause I have no room for improvement

I'm practically squashed, unpacked it and boxed it

Toxic, hands are arsenic, flammable bars, examine the content

Bar exam, start of insanity

Charles Hamilton slash Manson and Bronson

Animal snarls, cannibal jaws

Shark mandibles, lambs to the slaughter

Looking scamp as Hannibal stalking

Anthony Hopkins with his hands in his pockets

Black out, Zach Galifianakis, gallons of Vodka

But that gal has some knockers

I bet you they ring a bell when I come back and I'm conscious

What happened, doc? I passed out again

Alcohol's making me break into vacant's naked

Stole a Magnum box and bag Cirocs in back of a Datsun

Fell asleep watching Fear Factor and Scare Tactics

Too close to the StairMaster

Poked a hole in the air mattress and popped it

Woke up shortly thereafter, hungover

No underwear, grasping a Bayer Aspirin and dropped it

Air Max in my closet, preposterous Nikes made out of ostrich

And the cross stitching is a cross mixing

Of a rhinoceros, possum skin, giraffe and a dolphin

Fin Dockers, OshKoshes, drop crotches

Swatch watches and sneakers matches with the Parkers

But it's like being overstaffed at a boxing gym

With all these trainers, but I don't have any boxers

And I'm standing here naked, hangover, still wasted

Like paper you write raps on, obnoxious

Yo, why does it always sound like I'm grabbing my nostrils?

Fuck that, I'll battle 'em all, I'll battle a mall

I’ll stand there and yell that at a wall

Until the mannequin doll scatter and the inanimate objects

That I'm battering all shatter and fall

Cause I hear the track and I'm starting to get fucking amped

I'mma spark plug, I'm like the car with the cables hooked up to my fucking back, I'm a Duracell

But I sure as hell got it backwards cause y'all could get jumped

And I'd catch the battery charge, but

I got a hunch like your back when it's arching

When I start attacking your squadron

You'll feel like MasterCard when I'm charging

So take a swipe at me, I'm coming straight at you

Like Clay Matthews from the Green Bay Packers

So get the sack of Wisconsin

That's nutbag that I'm talking, who am I kidding?

You faggots are all gonna do my bidding

Don't get dragged to the auction

Neiman Marcus, bags of Vuitton and all

I'll push a bitch into oncoming traffic, just watch this

Stretched, tinted, black sedan my ass

See how mad you act when I drop you off at Saks Fifth Ave

In a fucking taxi cab to go shopping

Affable guy next door is laughable

My next whore's gonna have mechanical arms

That'll jack me off with a lotion dispenser with a motion sensor

No emotion hence I guess this sick prick dies hard

I got a Magic Johnson

It's like a Magic Wand allows me to not let a blonde arouse me

If Ronda Rousey was on the couch with the condoms out

Holding a thousand Magnums at once to pounce me

I'll laugh in response to how she dances and flaunts it around me

Her flat little badonkadonk is bouncing around

And all I see is Paulie Malign now, she's slaughterhouse in a blouse

And Madonna with mud on her, God dammit I am misogynist

I slap Linda Ronstadt with a lobster, throw her off a balcony

Just so happens she's fond of algae

Cause now she's faceplants on the concrete

Complete lack of responsibility

Half you assholes ain't strong enough to pick up a spirit

Shit, you fags couldn't shoplift at a thrift shop

But I let the track lift 'em up, boost the energy

Klepto, I'm back to rip shop up, but my thing is this now

Five-finger discount

Been rapping so long I've been killing this shit, it's easy

Kidnapping your mom cause I'm still in this bitch, thievery

Ransom for JonBenét Ramsey, Chandra Levy, and Gary Condit

("Em") Paul was scared that if I went back to the blonde

I might relapse, get on some bullshit

Perhaps I'll launch some cracker taunts at Action Bronson

Macklemore, Mac Miller and Asher Roth

And have some back and forths

And record a wack response to Kendrick Lamar's "Control" verse

And perform "Fack" in concert

["Fack" plays]

Yo, I put that shit on a greatest hits album

Now that was awesome

It takes some massive balls to do some shit like that

Sometimes I have to ponder why people are like

(I'll stick around)

And put up with my crap so long for

What's the attraction, mama?

Is it the fact that I'm a walking, talking, actual quadruple entendre

Or the pointy nose that's pointing at you, mama?

Who knows at this point, it's always poking so meh

Still get along with this voice cause that's the monster

So do-si-do with a sociopath, everyone who knows me knows that

What they don't know is the fact Rihanna calls me Pinocchio, meh

She loves the way I lie

Sits on my face and waits for my nose to grow

Pathological liar, oh, why am I such an asshole

That my disguise is pants, but they on fire

So am I-a, wooh, Cappadonna, cut the track off (fart sound)

Sabotage Christmas, crap in your stocking

I'm wrapping up all the presents

In fucking camouflage so you can't even find 'em

Jack Santa Claus, snap Rudolph's antlers off

Wrap his schnoz in gauze bandage and blind him

Blowing the head gasket at Bed, Bath and Beyond

Put the basket back while the bath salt packets are gone, I

Know you really tired of me sampling Billy Squier

But classic rock acid rap is the genre

Got Slash on guitar, splashing Bizarre, Thrasher and Aerosmith

And I'm a spectacular archer, feed count Dracula Chocula

Godzilla, half dragon and Bob Dylan

Bandwagoners, I'm kicking the damn stragglers off and I'm strangling 'em

Smack Kim Basinger on a ass....

Psychopath Killer lyrics - Eminem feat. Yelawolf

I guess you could consider it poetry, but with me it started out with just words, just words.

They started looking like puzzle pieces so I started connecting them to each other 'til they started to resemble blank canvases.

By this time I was an artist so I just started to see these pictures, these real visuals, psychopathical killer

(I'm a psychopath, I'm a killer

I'm a psychopath, I'm a killer

A psychopath, I'm a killer

A psychopath, I'm a killer)

Feelin' it in the air, breathe it in the night

Sayin' I'm a killer

Did you ever think we would come to find?

Maybe in my dreams

I'm a psychopath, I'm never keepin' it plain

Lyrical murder is somethin' I've been about

Ever since I was a little kid, doodlin' in the class

Drew a picture of my teacher, bullet in his head, ruler in his ass

With a toilet in front of him, throwin' up, pissed off

Prolly symbolic of this thought, sick tot

To my inner enemy in a rush

I'm havin' nightmares of leavin' behind my dreams

With anything less than a full bank

It's like I'm General Hong, and I'm standin' in front of a gun

I'm puttin' myself in the way of a bullet to pull rank

The hood is over my eyes but the wool ain't

Yeah, got the mentality of bein' with a wizard

Every award show, we don't even get considered

How do you sell somethin' that's so lyrical

To a kid that wouldn't know what was hittin' if it hit him?

Now I wanna talk about these niggas from Detroit

Beef on me and Shady who was thinkin' 'bout Detroit

We put the world onto it so watch how you say "fuck me"

You just might jinx yourself, whoop, your girl gon' do it

Cause I was in that 911 in Chicago, 911 at the same time

I had already been grindin' since '97, that's longevity

And if you think you're lyrically better, you better be a killer

(I'm a psychopath, I'm a killer)

You ain't ever see a mothafucka get realer

(A psychopath, I'm a killer)

Goin' automatic on anybody sporadic I choose

(A psychopath, I'm a killer)

Cause ain't nobody iller

Knowing nobody for realer

(A psychopath, I'm a killer)

It's an elite drinker, mister ringleader

I'm a deep thinker, I'm a street preacher

With a street sweeper full of heat seekers

In your Jeep speakers I'mma keep ringers

I don't need heaters, I got the meat cleaver

Welcome to the slaughterhouse

Niggas try to tell me I spell too much

Capital S to the laugh to the T-E-R

Ho, U-S-E, now go to hell you fucks, word

Making work disappear quick as magic

Abracadabra, the traffic blacker than Africa

Can you imagine a nigga flipping bread for the blood?

Money like Dracula, hand him some spatula, ask me a question

Am I the best with the flexing?

Fuck yes with the goon talk

I just moonwalk all over the beat then I'm lightin' up the street

CROOKED going Michael Jackson on Thriller

I'm a psychopath, I'm a killer

(I'm a psychopath, I'm a killer)

You ain't ever see a mothafucka get realer

(A psychopath, I'm a killer)

Goin' automatic on anybody sporadic I choose

(A psychopath, I'm a killer)

Cause ain't nobody iller

Knowing nobody for realer

(A psychopath, I'm a killer)

Feelin' it in the air, breathe it in the night

Sayin' I'm a killer

Did you ever think we would come to find?

Maybe in my dreams

The thought of retiring

Is makin' me want to set your daughter on fire with a soldering iron

What up mom, applyin' for the rim job, are you hirin'?

I'm hopin' to fill up your opening

Oh but I know I gotta meet a lot of requirements

First I gotta accept you in the lobby and the isle and

You've probably already been with all the slaughter and iron men

No mood to be playin' second fiddle, slob on this violin

With no strings attached

I'm just the product of a hostile environment

But bein' brought up so brought up inspired

But I don't know why, it's still like I'm caught up inside a whirlpool

Not an appliance, but applyin' this science, I psychotically rhyme

And it's like stars have aligned all in alliance

Heart of a lion, balls of Goliath

Obscene talkin', the twine like a bean's talkin' and buyin'

But I keep walkin' the line between the wrong and the right

But everything I write seems wrong and it's like

I'm ecstatic at all the static that I can still cause

In the fabric of our modern society

Now Catholics are panicking cause I snapped back to my old antics and shenanigans

Dammit the pope's mad again

Probably shouldn't have ran up in the Vatican with that mannequin

Singin' "Bagpipes from Baghdad" again

In my dad's drag draggin' a faggot in, a glad bag

Won't be the last time I make a dramatic entrance, like that again

You thought I was lyin' when I said I think that I'm crossin' the line again?

I've lost my mind, caution oh God I think I've thought of another fucking line

Forgive me father, for I have sinned

But hip hop has left me brainwashed with a violent streak

Defiant, now the odds of me tryin' to fuckin' be quiet

Probably gotta be 'bout as high as the Jolly Green Giant

After he's fallen in pollen next to a killer bee hive colony tryin' to sneak by it

So please don't follow me while I revive rap

I'ma start up a rioting, try to stop it or silence it

You're not gonna, might as well just hit the block in your joggin' attire in

Boston, across the marathon finish line and I

Put your thoughts against mine

Cause the arsenal I have'll scar you for life, worse than Dzhokhar

And I have a bomb, pliers and barbed wire

Your bars are like Barney Fife with a fucking swiss army knife

A saber that's Darth Vader with arthritis at a bar fight

With the Dark Knight on a dark night with his arms tied up

I'm Dahmer-like when I'm on the mic, I'm not gonna lie

Perform like I'm gonna die at the end of a song so it's hard for the rhyme to end

Like fuck 'em all and just ride

Like I'm locked up inside a shot of Bonnie and Clyde called

Uncle Ronnie is driving, 'bout to burst in through the side door

Fuck up an asylum and park in the dining room

(I'm a psychopath, I'm a killer)

You ain't ever see a mothafucka get realer

(A psychopath, I'm a killer)

Goin' automatic on anybody sporadic I choose

(A psychopath, I'm a killer)

Cause ain't nobody iller

Knowing nobody for realer

(A psychopath, I'm a killer)

Die Alone lyrics - Eminem (feat. Kobe)

I roll over and go to reach for you, you're gone

This bed's empty without you

You said you're moving on

But I'm having some trouble getting there

But dwelling ain't getting me, uhh, anywhere

Fuckin' Valentine's Day

Fuck February, stuffed teddy bear, guts everywhere

Machete on the floor I smashed up everywhere

Yeah, how do I look?

You fuckin' just let me here to die didn't you?

Why didn't you respond yet?

I've written you five or six different times and

I'm gettin' sick and tired of always apologizing to you

I didn't do shit to deserve what you're puttin' me through

This couldn't be true, we can't be over

So violets are blue, roses are red

Why is it everything I do I'm reminded of you?

Saw two white coffins in my dreams last night

I saw my Lord Jesus with his hands pointing toward the light

Saw my old sweetheart she said, "honey, I'm back"

Just so you don't die alone, just so you don't die alone

Guess I gotta deal with the fact that, you ain't never comin' back

Now every woman that I look at I'm lookin' for you

So I'm findin' something the matter with them

Excuse to not see anyone

Useless, rather pick up the phone, not at all, followin' protocol

I get bowled like bowling balls

No calls and know to call to talk, forget what I want to say

Damnit I'm drawin' blanks like I'm playin' hangman

I'm sick of playin' these games, I can't handle this heartbreak

It's makin' me wanna blow out my brains

Like birthday cake candles

Hang up the phone and I shake, I think I may have made a mistake

Can't escape the madness

Turn the radio on, I hate this sad song

But I can't even change the station

The same one's playin' on eight channels

I lay awake in shambles I'm startin to hallucinate

And I'm havin' all these visions of us at each other's wakes

In caskets and suddenly I wake and that's when I know I

Saw two white coffins in my dreams last night

I saw my Lord Jesus with his hands pointing toward the light

Saw my old sweetheart she said, "honey, I'm back"

Just so you don't die alone, just so you don't die alone

Give me one more, bottle for the pain

Give me one more for the memories

Give me one more, I'll make it taste like a steak

It'll help alleviate

It'll soothe this ache

Of trying to fake

That she's really, she's really coming back

And it's been a while now, but I finally realize how

Much reality sucks, but it's just something about our love

I'm still with in denial now, dealing with the finality of it

And it's making me crazy thinking of the days we, spent

And how I'll never hold you again

And there ain't shit I can do about it

Now my head is overcrowded

With these tired memories and I can't seem to get you out it

And how the fuck do you sleep comfortably

Knowing what you done did to me, huh?

Did it even occur to you that I loved you, huh?

Complete, madly, head over heels for you

Was you and me, wants us to be together forever

It was supposed to be us, but you crushed the dream

We was supposed to die together, and it's killing me so much

When I sleep I wake up dead, must be why I

Saw two white coffins in my dreams last night

I saw my Lord Jesus with his hands pointing toward the light

Saw my old sweetheart she said, "honey, I'm back"

Just so you don't die alone, just so you don't die alone

Vegas lyrics - Eminem

[Verse 1 - Eminem:]

Got a shitty grin, bitch show me them itty-bitty titties again

We're in Sin City, since when did we begin to get addicted to dope

Diggity, bitch, you need to run and go get your friggidy-friends

I'm looking at your bum-stickdy-bum hun

The migidy mac's, bigidy back

Don't act wigidy-wack, you can get the fididy-finger, the middle

You little busy bitch, stick-stickity in

Got a 6 o' clock craving, stop get Ciroc

It's about to be an unbelievable night

I call it surreal, Sir Mix a Lot tape in

Hit the spot, spot my next victim

I'm picky like I missed a spot shaving

Came to sip vodka, shit yeah, that little chick is hot but if she got rabies

I wouldn't give the bitch a shot, I poke her in the rear

But I bet if I lick her, she'll try to chase me (Haha)

What are you pit, rott, mixed or you just got fixed well shit then let's lip-lock

If not then trick piss off you snobby little pig snot nose

You think you're hot shit cause you're in heat

Well, bitch, if you're solar

Then I'm your polar opposite dog cause I'm colder than popsicle sticks, poppin' shit

Talkin' it, walkin' it, spit rocks

Then my sick thoughts are about to lick shots

Like this shit's hopping, and drip-dropping in chocolate-ly whip-topping

So whether you're Hip Hop, Slipknot, Big, Pac

Kid Rock, Kris Kross, Rick Ross, you'll dig this

If not then kick rocks in flip flops

And I produced the track

So you don't have to ask who it is when this shit knocks (TURN UP!)

So bring clairvoyance to this bangin and I'mma keep on saying

All the shit I should be hung for, and probably killed for saying

And I probably will, but not until the day I pop a pill again

Like chopping 'til I'm dropping, still if that don't do the job of killing Shady, then the karma will, insane him

I'm as brainy Mohammad until the Parkinson's done eat away my brain

And made me Robin Williams crazy

Or I end up with dementia, but you rocking with a sadist

Hate to say this, but if the thought is entertaining

I ain't stopping till be sprayed it

Oh my god, for real man, not again I'm shaking

But before I tie a rope around this nob

If they don't like it, got a knob they can slob on until -

Wait I just forgot what I was thinking...

What's it called again? I'm blanking

Something about the balls between my legs and I think I can feel it dangling, it's throbbing and it's veiny

Wait I think I got it, okay bitch I got you, Robin Williams hanging

Go hang in the lobby unless you came to slob me

Come on kemosabe

It's past time, like your favorite hobby

Cause if the way that I spit shit remains on my dick then she grab me by the nuts and tried to take my sausage as a hostage

Ain't it obvious? Pretty much a no brainer, or should I say Cobainer?

That she's plain addicted to my dick like Lorena Bobbit

Got a wean her off it, weiner off it like she took my fucking penis, chopped it, and stuck it up between her armpits

And she begun to swing a crumpet knife and paint the carpet, at least that's what her train of thought is

Cause I came, saw, conquered, hit it, quit it, and made up a plane of bonkers

And I always end up giving these bitches some complex

And I don't mean apartment

So spread your feet apart

And let me see you do some yoga stretches, splits

Now grab this Cuisinart

And make me breakfast, bitch, that's a prerequisite

And that's just to get in this bedroom, bitch

Walked up to that Ke$ha chick (what up?)

Said my name is Booger, wanna catch a flick?

I'll even let you pick, make her fetch a stick

Bet you if you get this old dog these new tricks

To get familiar with I'll learn extra quick

Kick a pregnant bitch, oops, I guess the shit

Took an unexpected twist like the neck of the freaking exorcist

Bitch, I said that this mask ain't for hockey

Hate Versace, Versace, I got Münchhausen by proxy

I'm making you sick, don't pretend you can't hear me

You deaf, girl, I said you was foxy

I'll tell a bitch like Bizarre

Bitch, shut the fuck up and get in my car

And suck my fucking dick while I take a shit

And I think with my dick so come blow my mind

And it tastes like humble pie

So swallow my pride, you're lucky just to follow my ride

If I let you run alongside the Humvee

Unless you're Nicki, grab you by the wrist, let's ski

So what's it gon' be? Put that shit away Iggy

You gon' blow that rape whistle on me

(Scream!) I love it

'Fore I get lost with the gettin' off

Like this is our exit, now lets hit the highway and try not to get lost

'Till we get to Las Vegas

[Bridge - Eminem:]

(Party, do it 'till tomorrow)

Vegas

'Till we get to Las Vegas

(Party, do it 'till tomorrow)

Vegas

'Till we get to Las Vegas

(Party, do it 'till tomorrow)

Vegas

'Till we get to Las Vegas

(Party, do it 'till tomorrow)

Vegas

[Chorus - Eminem:]

Whatever happens here, stays here

So let's go all the way dear

Til we get to Las Vegas

[Verse 2 - Royce da 5'9:]

Whatever happens in my room, it stays in my room like movie night like cable

Treat every women in my stable like flavors

Looking like she kryptonite and I get weak after like 7 days

In 7 nights in the days and it's our Vegas

We rolling circles and packs, we the lifesavers

She got a boyfriend, I got a toy then

I'll bring her with me when I show up to her crib waving

And I ain't tryna be the nice neighbor

I'm so Jay Electronic, I'm cut like I'm all out of razors

And all I got is a gun left with a bayonet on it

Next ho froze and it look like I walked in to a jewelry store

With a about a million dollars with your mama

And sat down did an ALS challenge, haaaan

I stole that adlib from French, Bad & Evil back at it again

About to get my back tatted again

About to get a pic of a backstabber with an axe in his hand

Sitting on a bike in the sand

If you ain't been through nothing

Then that shouldn't mean nothing to you like legs on a crab

If she current I keep her pussy purring like the pipes on a lamp

Weed got her so chinky eyed

Look like she been getting high on a flight to Japan

I keep my jewelry on while I'm fucking

Sound like I'm shaking up dice in a can

Listen, though this ain't Christmas I make you my ex miss

If this is my passion

I learn to give those who don't appreciate my presence

The gift of my absence

I don't know who you been listening to

Got me fucked up like Pookie in the chicken coop

Bitch, I don't give a two shits

Bitch, get the fuck out of my face

To make a long story short, I don't really gotta stand there

And listen to you while you throw a silly tantrum

Even though I have an affinity for witty banter

Starting to feel like foulplay like Billy Laimbeer

Hold up, she misunderstood me

I said saint, por favor

Thought I said to wait, had four doors

I knock a nigga face off

Give him the bottom of the nine like a baseball scoreboard (whatever..)

I leave the club with my tab still open

Won't even get a cab for you and your friend

The only fear I have is of loathing

And I won't even kick in 'till we get to Las Vegas

[Bridge]

[Chorus]

Y'all Ready Know lyrics - Eminem

Yo, yo, yo

This your man Royce Da 5'9"

This your dude Crooked I

Man, Jump off Joe Beezy

It's Joell Ortiz

[Hook - Joell Ortiz:]

Ya'll ready, ya'll ready, y'all ready know, Slaughterhouse

[Verse 1 - Joell Ortiz:]

Little niggas get your weight up fuck y'all, pay up

My bars just as slick as my dick and both stay up

Nicer than me, say what? Wait up, straight up

I finish niggas right off the bat like a layup

I seen a lot of come, I seen a lot of go

But y'all know where I'm from, B-R double O

You know the rest pimpin', yeah, I was bred different

Here come pops with the NY bop, you know, the leg limpin'

My ice mug frozen till it's stiff

Grimy nigga, might wanna hold onto your bitch

I got a way with women, I faithfully play with women

Let 'em suck on this bottle and pray that I throw a baby in 'em

I might just throw 'em a gold fronts

Pour up a cup of E & J and light up a dro blunt

I was never soft, never saw me flinchin' when they lettin' off

Never had to retaliate cause I set it off

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - Royce Da 5'9":]

Ya'll know my name, bitch, never change up my language

I'm just a rich nigga from a city that's bankrupt

First we take oath

Then I'm pulling turquoise strings in my Lebron corks In Turks and Caicos

I came from wicked chair fame wearin' short sets

I learned that money can't buy happiness

But I decided I'd rather do all my cryin' in the Corvette

Make a dollar, buy a suit

Have a child, and have 'em follow suit

Wavin' that weatherchange things

Make the winter fall, coming through with everything to lose

Taking everything from you know

Let him finish his fall in his draws

And pray that he land on that minute hand in my Hublot

I'm about that Art Of War gospel

That Basquiat Picasso drawing a roscoe

Using the blood of a usual thug who was told die slow

Your money on me, bet it all, you know I'mma set it off

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Joe Budden:]

Let's skip the small talk and get right to the wealth

Truth is I give a fuck, but it's right to myself

Fuck fame, keep the shit I write to myself

If what I do is therapeutic, man, the slightest shit helps

Made angel dust my freshman year

Gave it a try, cool, little did I knew

Had the wrong meaning of high school

Teachers called him a sociopath and a liar

Fuck them, only went to class for the cyphers

Now I'm gettin' bills for

The same thinking they tried to prescribe pills for

They said I needed a wrench, I'm a loose screw

Vital, suicidal, said I would kill mi amour

Wasn't speakin' in French, said I'd let it off

Never know who or what you might get

Main reason they never want me to set it off

You now dealing with four niggas that's never off

All bets off, so nah, you won't be better off

[Hook]

[Verse 4 - Crooked I:]

Jewish tats arm on my arm like a Semitic boss

Egyptian art hanging, uh, that's my Kemetic cross

Slaughterhouse set it off

Even got bitches wavin' our flag, Betsy Ross

Old school Chevy, the head is off

Decapitated Impala

Heavy lack from the weight of the llama

Still bear arms like a shaven koala

How you thinkin' like a faded neurology student

Is prudent when chasin' a dollar

So never mind, a clever rhyme

I'd rather find a better grind, forever times

Sittin' behind me because I'm ahead of mine

In this era I'm livin' outside of the paradigm

I'm comin' outside with a pair of dimes

Sharon and Caroline

Share a line then they share a 9 inch, never mind

I probably shouldn't even keep going

Cause these rappers keep hoein' with their teeth showing

I set it off

[Hook]

[Interlude]

Guts Over Fear lyrics - Eminem (feat. Sia)

[Bridge — Eminem:]

Feels like a close, it's coming to

Fuck am I gonna do?

It's too late to start over

This is the only thing I, thing I know

[Verse 1 — Eminem:]

Sometimes I feel like all I ever do is

Find different ways to word the same, old song

Ever since I came along

From the day the song called "Hi! My Name Is" dropped

Started thinking my name was fault

Cause any time things went wrong

I was the one who they would blame it on

The media made me the equivalent of a modern-day Genghis Khan

Tried to argue it was only entertainment, dog

Gangsta? Naw, courageous balls

Had to change my style, they said I'm way too soft

And I sound like AZ and Nas, out came the claws

And the fangs been out since then

But up until the instant that I've went against it

It was ingrained in me that I wouldn't amount to a shitstain I thought

No wonder I had to unlearn everything my brain was taught

Do I really belong in this game? I pondered

I just wanna play my part, should I make waves or not?

So back and forth in my brain, the tug of war wages on

And I don't wanna seem ungrateful or disrespect the artform I was raised upon

But sometimes you gotta take a loss

And have people rub it in your face before you get made pissed off

And keep pluggin', it's your only outlet

And your only outfit so you know they gonna talk about it

Better find a way to counter it quick and make it, ah

Feel like I've already said this a kabillion eighty times

How many times can I say the same thing different ways that rhyme?

What I really wanna say is if there's anyone else that can relate to my story

Bet you feel the same way I felt when I was in the same place you are

When I was afraid to…

[Hook — Sia:]

I was a...

Afraid to make a single sound

Afraid I will never find a way out

Afraid I'd never be found

I don't wanna go another round

An angry man's power will shut you up

Trip wires fill this house with tip-toed love

Run out of excuses for everyone

So here I am and I will not run

Guts over fear (the time is near)

Guts over fear (I shed a tear)

For all the times I let you push me around

And let you keep me down

Now I got guts over fear, guts over fear

[Bridge — Eminem:]

Feels like a close, it's coming to

Fuck am I gonna do?

It's too late to start over

This is the only thing I, thing I know

[Verse 2 — Eminem:]

I know what it's like, I was there once, single parents

Hate your appearance, did you struggle to find your place in this world?

And the pain spawns all the anger on

But it wasn't until I put the pain in songs learned who to aim it on

That I made a spark, started to spit hard as shit

Learned how to harness it while the reins were off

And there was a lot of bizarre shit, but the crazy part

Was soon as I stopped saying "I gave a fuck"

Haters started to appreciate my art

And it just breaks my heart to look at all the pain I've caused

But what am I gonna do when the rage is gone?

And the lights go out in that trailer park?

And the window is closing and there's nowhere else that I can go with flows

And I'm frozen cause there's no more emotion for me to pull from

Just a bunch of playful songs that I made for fun

So to the break of dawn here I go recycling the same, old song

But I'd rather make "Not Afraid 2" than make another motherfucking "We Made You", uh

Now I don't wanna seem indulgent when I discuss my lows and my highs

My demise and my uprise, pray to God

I just opened enough eyes later on

Gave you the supplies and the tools to hopefully use it to make you strong

Enough to lift yourself up when you feel like I felt

Cause I can't explain to y'all how dang exhausted my legs felt

Just having to balance my dang self

When on eggshells I was made to walk

But thank you, ma, 'cause that gave me the

Strength to cause Shady-mania,

So when they empty that stadium

At least I made it out of that house and a found a place in this world when the day was done

So this is for every kid who all's they ever did was dreamt of one day just getting accepted

I represent him or her, anyone similar, you are the reason that I made this song

And everything you're scared to say don't be afraid to say no more

From this day forward, just let them a-holes talk

Take it with a grain of salt and eat their fucking faces off

The legend of the angry blonde lives on through you when I'm gone

And to think I was... gone

[Hook — Sia:]

I was a...

Afraid to make a single sound

Afraid I will never find a way o-o-out

Afraid I'd never be found

I don't wanna go another round

An angry man's power will shut you up

Trip wires fill this house with tip-toed love

Run out of excuses for everyone

So here I am and I will not run

Guts over fear (the time is near)

Guts over fear (I shed a tear)

For all the times I let you push me around

And let you keep me down

Now I got, guts over fear, guts over fear

Down lyrics - Eminem

These donuts are delicious... son of a bitch!

We got a 10-94 on Hines Road, requesting backup.

Repeat, 10-94 on Hines Road heading southbound. I'm in pursuit!

Pick up, pick up, daddy's in the pickup

Got so much bounce the kick drum give me the hiccups

You don't want it with me, sucker, just look up

Beer flyin' in this mothafucka like bird shit

Ran these Mickey Thompsons up on the curb, bitch

Crook as a picture on Sunday

My maniac Slumerican squad mount up around your Hyundai

Chevy's up, we got low lives and bow ties

Up shit's creek, I'll take you for a boat ride

Stick his head in the water, now let him flap his lips

Motormouth, make a wave, yeah, Roll Tide

You're playin' golf in lightning? So am I

Dressed in a tin man suit

Drinkin' a tin can too, that is 110 proof

Man if I only had a heart for you bitches

I'd get down on my knees and help you dig them ditches

But mama only raised Hell

So when you're done diggin' that ditch, bitch, bury yourself

Pass me that Colt 45

I'm partyin' 'til my fuckin' throat sore and dry

[Hook:]

I'm goin' down

Aww man you gotta love it

I'm on my way

Hey mama, all around the town they're sayin'

"He's goin' down, Lord have mercy"

I'm country rich, no budget

Got to get paid

Hey daddy, all around the town they're sayin'

"He's goin' down, Lord have mercy"

You drivin' drunk, better lift your seat up

Cause cops pull us over just to fuckin' meet us

Cause Marshall's a Rap God, damn right

Well, then I guess that makes me Jesus

So turn this water to whiskey

Watch the dirty south go from dirty to filthy

High class only means stoned in school

Joints rolled up bigger than pony stool

Smoke, stains on the roof of the old Regal's brown

So what I got spokes on this bitch, and?

The lift kicks like climbin' into a spaceship

UFO's, unidentified flyin' Oldsmobiles

And mobile homes, amen

I can still smell the kerosene leakin'

I should've seen the signs, I was blowin' up

Either in a trailer home or a pickup

Hey, Bubba, your baby boy is in big trouble

I fuckin' ran through a briar patch and got cut up

Now I'm wide open in front of the whole town

I bled for the game, I guess it's obvious now

I'm goin' down now, he told me wear it with pride

You wanna take the hard road you gotta cherish the ride

Most mothafuckers won't jump to embarrass the fly

Can't build a legacy up, then let it perish and die

[Hook]