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Nail in the Coffin

アーティスト:Eminem  アルバム:Don't Call Me Marshall  作詞:MATHERS MARSHALL  作曲:MATHERS MARSHALL 

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This mother fucker again? Just won't shut up, will you? Talkin' 'bout I owe you Bitch you owe me, I'm promoting you right now Let's put the nail in the coffin I don't wanna be like this I don't really wanna hurt no feelings But I'm only being real when I say Nobody wants to hear this grandfather rap (nope) And old men have heart attacks And I don't wanna be responsible for that So put the mic down and walk away You can still have a little bit of dignity (verse 1) I would never claim to be no Ray Benzino An 83 year old, fake Pacino So how can he hold me over some balcony Without throwing his lower back out As soon as he goes to lift me? Please don't, you'll probably fall with me And our asses will both be history But then again, you'll finally get your wish Cause you'll be all over the street like 50 Cent Fucking punk, pussy, fuck you chump Give me a one-on-one, see if I don't fuck you up Tryna jump the ruff ryders and they cut you up And you put Jada on a track, thats how much you suck Dick in the industry Swear that you in the streets, hustling You sit behind a fucking desk at the Source butt kissing And begging muthafuckas for guest appearances And you cant even get the clearance Cause real lyricists don't even respect you, or take you serious It's not that we don't like you, We hate you, period! Talk about a midlife crisis, damn Last week you was shaking Obie Trice's hand Now he's a busta? What the fuck's with that Get on a track dissing us, kissing 50's ass And asking me what I know about indictments, bite me! Bitch, I got two cases, and probation, fight me! What do I know about standing in front of a judge like a man Ready to take whatever sentence he hands What you know about your wife slicing her wrists Right in front of the only thing you have in this world, A little girl And I'll put that on her When this is all over I would never try to make her a star, and eat off her I don't shit about no shopping rocks But what you know about hip-hop shops, rocking spots When you're the only white boy up in that bitch, just ripping Pressing up your own flyers, and your stickers Sticking them bitches up after spending six hours at Kinko's Making copies of your covers of cassette singles To sell them out of the trunk of your tracer


投稿者: PetitLyrics
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