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Go to Sleep

Artist:Eminem  Album:Cradle 2 the Grave 

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Eminem I ain't gonna eat, I ain't gonna sleep Ain't gonna breathe, till I see, what I wanna see And what I wanna see, is you go to sleep in the dirt Permanently, you just being hurt, this ain't gonna work For me, it just wouldn't be sufficient enough 'Cause we are just gonna be enemies As long as we breathe, I don't ever see either of us Coming to terms, where we can agree There ain't gonna be no reason speakin' wit' me You speak on my seed, then me, no speakin' Englais So we gonna beef and keep on beefin', unless You're gonna agree to meet with me in the flesh And settle this face to face and you're gonna see A demon unleashed in me that you've never seen And you're gonna see this gangsta pee on himself I see you D-12 and thanks but me need no help Me do this one all by my lonely, I don't need fifteen of my homies When I see you, I'm seeing you, me and you only We never met but best believe you gon' know me When I'm this close to see you exposed as phony Come on, bitch, show me, pick me up, throw me Lift me up, hold me just like you told me You was gonna do, that's what I thought, you're pitiful I'm rid of you, all you, Ja, you'll get it too Now go to sleep bitch Die, mothafucka, die (Uh) Time's up bitch close ya eyes Go to sleep, bitch (What?) Why are you still alive How many times I gotta say, close ya eyes And go to sleep bitch (What?) Die motherfucker die Bye bye, motherfucker, bye bye Go to sleep bitch (What?) Why are you still alive? Why, die motherfucker, ah, ah, ah Go to sleep bitch Obie Trice We got you niggaz, nervous on purpose To hurt your focus, you's not MC's, you's worthless You's not them G's, you's a circus, you's no appeal, please You's curtains you use words cool heard slurred in two thousand third You's purpin', you's no threat, who's ya servin' We lyrically oughta bury you beneath the dirt when You fuck with a label overseein' the Earth Shady muthafucka, O. Trice's birth And as I mold, I become a curse So we can put down the verse, take it to the turf Cock and squeeze and he who reach the hearse is he who Depicts fiction in his verse And as I breathe, and you be deceased The world believe you deceived

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