That's All She Wrote lyrics - Eminem

(Solo Version)

Now I don't really care what you call me

You can even call me cold

These bitches knew as soon as they saw me

It's never me to get the privilege to know

I roll like a desperado

Now I never know where I'm gonna go

Still I ball like there's no tomorrow

Until it's over and it's all she wrote

You're staring straight into a barrel of hate terrible fate

Not even a slim chance to make a narrow escape

Cupid shot his arrow and missed

Wait Sarah you're late, your train left

Mascara and eggs smeared on your face

Night's over goodbye, hoe

I thought that I told you that spilled nut ain't nothing to cry over

Never shoulda came within range of my Rover

Shoulda known I was trouble soon as I rolled up

Any chick who's dumb enough after I blind-fold her

To still come back to the crib

Must want me to mess with her mind

Hold up

She mistook me for some high roller

Well I won't buy her soda unless it's Rock & Rye Cola

(Faygo's cheaper)

Buy you a bag of Fritos I wouldn't let you eat the fucking chip on my shoulder

If you was bleach and I was hair I wouldn't dye/die for you

Tryna pull 5 bucks from me is like tryna pull 5 molars

You get your eyes swoll' up I'm on my straight grizzly

So why would I buy you a gay-ass teddy bear, bitch, you're already bi-polar

Now I don't really care what you call me

You can even call me cold

These bitches knew as soon as they saw me

It's never me to get the privilege to know

I roll like a desperado

Now I never know where I'm gonna go

Still I ball like there's no tomorrow

Until it's over and it's all she wrote

TIP told me on this hoe tip

Best tip I could give you to hip you

Is never to let these tricks trick you

Mighty ambiguous of you to think I love you slut, shit

Dig you ho

Take the shovel and dig you some dignity bitch

Shit you talk about some advice that sticks with you

If I should listen to anyone tell me to stick to my guns

Like double stick, it's you, but fuck it TIP, it's cool

I'm chilling like a villain

Like the penguin in its fucking igloo eating fudgesicles

I'd rather slip and fall in shit than fall in love with you

'Fore I tie a fucking knot I'd tie you in one bitch

You think this is some Nintendo game how fucking dumb is you

I'll give you some lumps before I split some lump sums with you

So here's a penny for your thoughts but it won't buy you a cheeseburger

But a nickel might just get you one pickle

Fuck it, it's official so blow the whistle I got a trust issue

There's a bombshell, scud missile

Like I just cuss at you to fucking cuss at you

Like before I rapped I was a motherfucking stud

Slut, this'll teach you not to come drunk, stumbling my way for shizzle

I still live like I budget a Gilbert's Lodge check stub, bizzle

So fuck sizzler. This check is a bust like a blood blister

Now I don't really care what you call me

You can even call me cold

These bitches knew as soon as they saw me

It's never me to get the privilege to know

I roll like a desperado

Now I never know where I'm gonna go

Still I ball like there's no tomorrow

Until it's over and it's all she wrote

Yeah I guess life is a bitch ain't it TIP

And each one thinks they the shit

Shirt off my back I wouldn't give you the dirt off my handkerchief

I'm giving these hoes a dose of their own medicine

Let 'em get a good taste of it

I'm sure you got that relationship memo by now

But in case you didn't, I’ll stick this whole pad full of sticky notes to your forehead and staple it

Life is too short and I got no time to sit around just wasting it

So I pace this shit a little bit quicker

That clock I'm racing it

Double timing it, but I still spit triple the amount of insults in a tenth of the time

That it may take you pricks to catch on

While you strong arm like Stretch Armstrong

Man I still say K-mart's like there's an apostrophe "S" on it dog

And they say McDonald's isn't a restaurant well I guess I'm wrong

But if you gonna tell me that A&W ain't the spot for the best hot dogs you can get the "F" on dawg

Now I don't really care what you call me

You can even call me cold

These bitches knew as soon as they saw me

It's never me to get the privilege to know

I roll like a desperado

Now I never know where I'm gonna go

Still I ball like there's no tomorrow

Until it's over and it's all she wrote

All she wrote, all she wrote

I said it's over and that's all she wrote

All she wrote, all she wrote

Goodnight, it's over

And that's all she wrote