Відео

Bro not good ! Lyrics to far behind!

thank you. now i can use the rip to rip him. hahaha. yesh yeshhhh okayyyyy

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Feel the funky beat 🕺🏻

This is a dark ass beat Keepin me from sleep Insomnia Have me on my feet Moonwalkin to the bathroom sink Beatin my meat Of this young dumb blonde petite Wait I was at the slim shady Meet and greet ... ya and ken kuniff was doin cartwheels in the street or some dumb sheet.

🔥beat goes hard , closest to original.

LETS GOOOOO

It feels like I'm waiting For someone to save me But nobody's coming I know that it's just me Gotta do it myself Wish it could be someone else How could it be someone else They got to save themselves Habits, bad habits So stuck in these habits This pool of pollution What am I doing Gotta get up, get going Get moving, get proving Yea, my world is crumbling I'm looking to numb it CHORUS Wasted too many nights wasted Won't be the last of it's kind Or the last of my life Or the one to go right I claim I'm done But I run run run Right back to arms Of the same things it's dumb Nothing there the next day Just beer cans & ash trays Burned down to passed out Can't be what's life's about In this cycle of doing What I just keep doing Yea my life's in ruins I'm doing the same things CHORUS Fell hard off the wagon And boy I'm really dragging Wake up, open my eyes Thank god I'm still alive I get another try Gonna try till I die Inspiration a hard horse to ride No lie Imma keep going even when I fall on my face So much stronger than this I will prove it one day Don't want to be faded Don't want to be jaded Yea it's time to change it So I can no longer say that … OUTRO

All of my niggas gon' ride with it In the pocket, the rocket like Kellen Mond Mama told me the power was in the tongue But it probably ain't powerful as a gun All of you little cowards get devoured, I'm givin' out flowers to anyone I ain't been out the house in a minute 'cause I ain't wit' it if the money is miniature I've been mindin' my business, I'm business-minded I've been spendin' some time with the minister 'Cause them niggas spinnin' shit and still sinnin' in the City of God and it's sinister Try to pray and repent in a synagogue or a mosque, a temple, a church Them brown skin's sentiment niggas hurtin' And murder's a common courtesy, for certainly R.I.P. be on the shirt, search, lurk, murk, squirt, dirt, first (forty-eight) My nigga doin' four plus eight without a court date Talked the other day, he say he doin' okay He good, he gainin' weight then got a sharp shank He made, he say they played, they gotta partake Homie got a heart full of hate and a face full of war paint Eyes all red, full of rage and it's hard to escape from a dark place East side niggas from the A, niggas all ages Tryna sell a pound of the dog cage All the OGs 'round town was our age Danger, sex, and drugs, X and R-rated Danger, sex, and drugs, shit be outrageous But don't get this shit fucked up, my boy You lucked up once then ya doubled up I dribble and pass it to the cup and triple-double it Get to the basket, get the cash and cuddle up Cover up, bundle up, batter up (batter up) Um, talk a lot of smack and I could back it up Shawty wanna shag, wanna shack it up I can put a pussy on a platter like a platypus Nappy head, nigga, hair natted up I said, "Barbara, " a nigga tatted up I won't argue, nigga mad as fuck 'Cause they ain't compatible, I'm finna catapult But niggas know it's goin' down, down, down, down, dow-dow-dow-dow- If I run out of fuel, I won't What the fuck y'all gon' do if I don't Run out of fuel? Down, down, down, down, dow-dow-dow-dow- (run out of fuel) That scares the fuck out of you For a couple decades (brrt) Been lettin' this TEC spray (brrt) From that day that I met Dre (brrt) So you liable to catch strays (brrt) From the second you press play (what?) I suggest they (what?) Do not test like an essay (why?) 'Cause like where my homies out West stay (yeah) We can just say (what?) I'm like a R-A-P-E-R (yeah) Got so many S-As (S-As), S-As (huh) Wait, he didn't just spell the word, "Rapper" and leave out a P, did he? (Yep) R.I.P., rest in peace, Biggie And Pac, both of y'all should be living (yep) But I ain't tryna beef with him (nope) 'Cause he might put a hit on me like , "Keefe D, get him" And that's the only way you're gonna be killing me (nah) Ain't gonna be on no beat, silly (yeah) I beat the beat silly, on the grind like teeth gritting Call me "obesity" (why?) You think it's over? Wait, it's just beginning Diss me and it ain't gonna be pretty (nah) Used to be yea tall then I grew a little each day 'til I became God Like James Todd, now your arms are too short to BK brawl Indeed, they small like DJ Paul (woo) My new Benz better than your truck by far Bitch, suck my balls You either smoke crack or you're playin' stickball in the street 'Cause you must be on base if you're thinkin' you can touch my car (yeah) But if the whole world was out to get you (what?) It'd turn you to a powder keg too Kyle Rittenhouse, spittin' rounds, the TEC shoots (look out, like, "Brrt") And that ain't no sound effect (woo) Neither was that, SIG Sauer lets loose I don't condone gun violence at schools (nah) But I can't get these voices out my head (hey, Marshall, kill, kill, kill) They're putting words in my mouth like alphabet soup Got the most content on the continent And constant compliments give me confidence (I'm a) A cross of common sense and incompetence (uh) I'm cognizant that conflict's a consequence Of accomplishments accomplished through competition I've conquered and conked 'em into unconsciousness Though conscious, I conjure this King Kong and just Call me "Kamikaze, " I'm concoctin' this (woo, my bad) But nobody's sixteen's are touching These motherfuckin' index fingers fuckin' the nina Clutchin' the nine millimeter, tuckin' the heat Got the toaster like an English muffin No, I mean, "toast to" like you drink to somethin' But it's in a holster, I proceed to bust and Fuck around and get popped like Halyna Hutchins Like I'm Alec Baldwin, what I mean is buckin' you down Coup de grâce then, right between the fuckin' eyes Shoot 'em all in if you think you're fuckin' with me You're gonna suffer the fuckin' repercussions The reaper's comin', a heathen, I'm Ethan Crumbley I keep replenishing fuel while the beat I'm punishin

get rid of all of this Ray J

but Ma, do i still act ate ? maybe a little Debbie, like a snack cake lol

Jesus Over Barbarosa

all one again here shower cummings down stairs step by step she may remind me slinky knows he grows

eye due knot, hanging space for words four letter question poly why she isnt enough he said. take it please bitch open more ways awake yet? slumber might be true lift that high rise beauty daddies calling me home kothoga sets in Niki's eye remember that snakes size

inn can stay cheap tonight too costly due bye door leave a tip she said train back rotation the tracks slipping off the line

Smoking trees, I'm ridin' 'round Come to my side of town Lately, it's been goin', goin', goin', goin', goin' down (look, uh, look) All of my niggas gon' ride with it In the pocket, the rocket like Kellen Mond Mama told me the power was in the tongue But it probably ain't powerful as a gun All of you little cowards get devoured, I'm givin' out flowers to anyone I ain't been out the house in a minute 'cause I ain't wit' it if the money is miniature I've been mindin' my business, I'm business-minded I've been spendin' some time with the minister 'Cause them niggas spinnin' shit and still sinnin' in the City of God and it's sinister Try to pray and repent in a synagogue or a mosque, a temple, a church Them brown skin's sentiment niggas hurtin' And murder's a common courtesy, for certainly R.I.P. be on the shirt, search, lurk, murk, squirt, dirt, first (forty-eight) My nigga doin' four plus eight without a court date Talked the other day, he say he doin' okay He good, he gainin' weight then got a sharp shank He made, he say they played, they gotta partake Homie got a heart full of hate and a face full of war paint Eyes all red, full of rage and it's hard to escape from a dark place East side niggas from the A, niggas all ages Tryna sell a pound of the dog cage All the OGs 'round town was our age Danger, sex, and drugs, X and R-rated Danger, sex, and drugs, shit be outrageous But don't get this shit fucked up, my boy You lucked up once then ya doubled up I dribble and pass it to the cup and triple-double it Get to the basket, get the cash and cuddle up Cover up, bundle up, batter up (batter up) Um, talk a lot of smack and I could back it up Shawty wanna shag, wanna shack it up I can put a pussy on a platter like a platypus Nappy head, nigga, hair natted up I said, "Barbara, " a nigga tatted up I won't argue, nigga mad as fuck 'Cause they ain't compatible, I'm finna catapult But niggas know it's goin' down, down, down, down, dow-dow-dow-dow- If I run out of fuel, I won't What the fuck y'all gon' do if I don't Run out of fuel? Down, down, down, down, dow-dow-dow-dow- (run out of fuel) That scares the fuck out of you For a couple decades (brrt) Been lettin' this TEC spray (brrt) From that day that I met Dre (brrt) So you liable to catch strays (brrt) From the second you press play (what?) I suggest they (what?) Do not test like an essay (why?) 'Cause like where my homies out West stay (yeah) We can just say (what?) I'm like a R-A-P-E-R (yeah) Got so many S-As (S-As), S-As (huh) Wait, he didn't just spell the word, "Rapper" and leave out a P, did he? (Yep) R.I.P., rest in peace, Biggie And Pac, both of y'all should be living (yep) But I ain't tryna beef with him (nope) 'Cause he might put a hit on me like , "Keefe D, get him" And that's the only way you're gonna be killing me (nah) Ain't gonna be on no beat, silly (yeah) I beat the beat silly, on the grind like teeth gritting Call me "obesity" (why?) You think it's over? Wait, it's just beginning Diss me and it ain't gonna be pretty (nah) Used to be yea tall then I grew a little each day 'til I became God Like James Todd, now your arms are too short to BK brawl Indeed, they small like DJ Paul (woo) My new Benz better than your truck by far Bitch, suck my balls You either smoke crack or you're playin' stickball in the street 'Cause you must be on base if you're thinkin' you can touch my car (yeah) But if the whole world was out to get you (what?) It'd turn you to a powder keg too Kyle Rittenhouse, spittin' rounds, the TEC shoots (look out, like, "Brrt") And that ain't no sound effect (woo) Neither was that, SIG Sauer lets loose I don't condone gun violence at schools (nah) But I can't get these voices out my head (hey, Marshall, kill, kill, kill) They're putting words in my mouth like alphabet soup Got the most content on the continent And constant compliments give me confidence (I'm a) A cross of common sense and incompetence (uh) I'm cognizant that conflict's a consequence Of accomplishments accomplished through competition I've conquered and conked 'em into unconsciousness Though conscious, I conjure this King Kong and just Call me "Kamikaze, " I'm concoctin' this (woo, my bad) But nobody's sixteen's are touching These motherfuckin' index fingers fuckin' the nina Clutchin' the nine millimeter, tuckin' the heat Got the toaster like an English muffin No, I mean, "toast to" like you drink to somethin' But it's in a holster, I proceed to bust and Fuck around and get popped like Halyna Hutchins Like I'm Alec Baldwin, what I mean is buckin' you down Coup de grâce then, right between the fuckin' eyes Shoot 'em all in if you think you're fuckin' with me You're gonna suffer the fuckin' repercussions The reaper's comin', a heathen, I'm Ethan Crumbley I keep replenishing fuel while the beat I'm punishin' If I run out of fuel, I won't What the fuck y'all gon' do if I don't Run out of fuel? Down, down, down, down, dow-dow-dow-dow- (run out of fuel) That scares the fuck out of you

Awesome!!!

This might just be the best beat I’ve ever heard in my life

Eminem is the goat and he calls out everybody, but at the same time says that's the old me like I want to squash the beef.. if we're still beefing 10 yrs later, it should be dropped. I'm almost happy ur still here 😂

Lol

Facts

Bro. I’m assuming you’re a dude. This is sick. Let’s link I need a producer

can you do th3 instrumental for “Daddy” by Proof ft Dina Rae?

Overview Lyrics Videos Listen Artists Main results With balls in his durag, he sags, fearin' no man He stands, pen in his hand like Edward Scissorhands Will slice competition and just goes about his business Anyone who knows about him knows about his shindig Shenanigans, and all his wacky antics in the papers Shady's danglin' a baby tangled in a blanket, stranglin' And hangin' him over the railing by the ankles on some gangster shit Child endangerment, dark brain arcane, but it Mark Twainin' it You aren't tamin' it, sharp pain in the heart Aimin' a bar, chamber to carve names in it Start sprayin' and start ravin' on beats, stark ravin' it You're at arm's length, you're in harm's way of it 'Bout to show your ass why I'm still a pain in it You wanna know how I do it? I can't explain this shit Mechanic's brain with a pinch of Big Daddy Kane in it But I can show you the ropes 'til you get the hang of it Elephantiasis of the nuts, element Of Intelligent Hoodlum, Arrested Development Cella Dwellas and Wise Intelligent, since elementary Through Hell, I went, accelerant from lack of melanin Failin' in school, smart eloquent Help me to rebel against shit, so well and bent So eloquently, yet, I was irrelevant Soon as I quit givin' a fuck, I started to sell a bit Now let's travel inside the mind of a hater 'Cause I don't see no fans, all I see's a bunch of complainers "Kendrick's album was cool, but it didn't have any bangers Wayne's album or Ye's, couldn't tell you which one was lamer Joyner's album was corny, Shady's new shit is way worse Everything is either too tame or there's too much anger I didn't like the beat, so I hated Might Delete Later" You nerdy pricks would find somethin' wrong with 36 Chambers It's what they do to the greats Pick apart a Picasso and make excuses to hate So you can wait for your flowers until you're blue in the face Stupid, you ain't gonna get 'em until your funeral, wait (hm)

Where the crazy addlips

Hell follows those and god knows shadows do have memories as mirrors due we opened for first time to our abuser and she let us im her bitch now homie

Why the dress a red dress at 5?

Knot the smart one he knows what you didnt ask him where that shot is.im asking mom

Alis hands swung and missed cuz i kicked his ass wjth rounds peer house on a word game how bout dat geeze us im fawn due

Well i think o cant quick lee doesnt catch a bullet he can catch these hands butnill grabs on his

News i see searing cheeks weak my knees weak fore men knees art form edgars respect a wall byried in sounds

Hype yu up go man pane grass cture the womb not wound i due thag bi mind goodngod father not mynthis time on ykur lips he hit in my mohth write about it

I was a homie once you see then they statted pointing fingers sayi g snitch when they beat me up per person then i was alone and i knew bettwr sew now i due pay rentnon ssdi because robbers rake my check bye wrights

Mummy seek me i dont owe used lives i owe short breathes and rounds of logic add it up sum that ftaction lunch knot bruise the equation did you seee it through to beat home or me

Albino mac he called little andie paul why does he draw that whine for the pigs he wont stick write about it they drug me and shout about tough oush up things that dont add up to drugs per pic

Gossips wrak truth on seats money isncheap costs two talk yeah sorry for butcha max not in max but his life before thenchamber he held to jilla a wigha like me

Why is eminem in Yankees get up? Get that disrespectful shit tf out of here #detroit

3:02 🎧🎧🎧

Smoking trees, I'm ridin' 'round Come to my side of town Lately, it's been goin', goin', goin', goin', goin' down (look, uh, look) All of my niggas gon' ride with it In the pocket, the rocket like Kellen Mond Mama told me the power was in the tongue But it probably ain't powerful as a gun All of you little cowards get devoured, I'm givin' out flowers to anyone I ain't been out the house in a minute 'cause I ain't wit' it if the money is miniature I've been mindin' my business, I'm business-minded I've been spendin' some time with the minister 'Cause them niggas spinnin' shit and still sinnin' in the City of God and it's sinister Try to pray and repent in a synagogue or a mosque, a temple, a church Them brown skin's sentiment niggas hurtin' And murder's a common courtesy, for certainly R.I.P. be on the shirt, search, lurk, murk, squirt, dirt, first (forty-eight) My nigga doin' four plus eight without a court date Talked the other day, he say he doin' okay He good, he gainin' weight, then got a sharp shank He made, he say they played, they gotta partake Homie got a heart full of hate and a face full of war paint Eyes all red, full of rage and it's hard to escape from a dark place East side niggas from the A, niggas all ages Tryna sell a pound of the dog cage All the OGs 'round town was our age Danger, sex, and drugs, X and R rated Danger, sex, and drugs, shit be outrageous But don't get this shit fucked up, my boy You lucked up once then ya doubled up I dribble and pass it to the cup and triple-double it Get to the basket, get the cash and cuddle up Cover up, bundle up, batter up (batter up) Um, talk a lot of smack and I could back it up Shawty wanna shag, wanna shack it up I can put a pussy on a platter like a platypus Nappy head, nigga, hair natted up I said, "Barbara, " a nigga tatted up I won't argue, nigga mad as fuck 'Cause they ain't compatible, I'm finna catapult But niggas know it's goin' down, down, down, down, do-do-do- If I run out of fuel, I won't What the fuck y'all gon' do if I don't Run out of fuel? Down, down, down, down, do-do-do- (run out of fuel) That scares the fuck out of you For a couple decades (brrt) Been lettin' this TEC spray (brrt) From that day that I met Dre (brrt) So you liable to catch strays (brrt) From the second you press play (what?) I suggest they (what?) Do not test like an essay (why?) 'Cause like where my homies out west stay (yeah) We can just say (what?) I'm like a R-A-P-E-R (yeah) Got so many S-As (S-As), S-As (huh) Wait, he didn't just spell the word, "Rapper" and leave out a P, did he? (Yep) R.I.P., rest in peace, Biggie And Pac, both of y'all should be living (yep) But I ain't tryna beef with him (nope) 'Cause he might put a hit on me like Keefe D did him And that's the only way you're gonna be killing me (nah) Ain't gonna be on no beat, silly (yeah) I beat the beat silly, on the grind like teeth gritting Call me, "Obesity" (why?) You think it's over? Wait, it's just beginning Diss me and it ain't gonna be pretty (nah) Used to be ye tall then I grew a little each day 'til I became God Like James Todd, now your arms are too short to BK brawl Indeed, they small like DJ Paul (woo) My new Benz better than your truck by far Bitch, suck my balls You either smoke crack or you're playin' stick ball in the street 'Cause you must be on base if you're thinkin' you can touch my car (yeah) But if the whole world was out to get you (what?) It'd turn you to a powder keg too Kyle Rittenhouse, spittin' rounds, the TEC shoots (look out, like, "Brrt") And that ain't no sound effect (woo) Neither was that, SIG Sauer lets loose I don't condone gun violence at schools (nah) But I can't get these voices out my head (hey, let's go, one, two) They're putting words in my mouth like alphabet soup Got the most content on the continent And constant compliments give me confidence (I'ma) A cross of common sense and incompetence (uh) I'm cognizant that conflicts are consequence Of accomplishments accomplished through competition If Kon coulda conked him into unconsciousness Though conscious, I conjure this King Kong and just Call me "Kamikaze, " I'm concoctin' this (woo, my bad) But nobodies sixteen's are touching These motherfuckin' index fingers fuckin' the nina Clutchin' the nine millimeter, tuckin' the heat Got the toaster like an English muffin No, I mean, "toast to" like you drink to somethin' But it's in a holster, I proceed to bust it Fuck around and get popped like Halyna Hutchins Like I'm Alec Baldwin, what I mean is buckin' you down Coup de grâce then, right between the fuckin' eyes Shoot 'em all in if you think you're fuckin' with me You're gonna suffer the fuckin' repercussions The reaper's comin' to heathen, I'm Ethan Crumbley I keep replenishing fuel while the beat I'm punishin' If I run out of fuel, I won't What the fuck y'all gon' do if I don't Run out of fuel? Down, down, down, down, do-do-do- (run out of fuel) That scares the fuck out of you

Golden omen buy my wake if seeking kniwledge is respect thats the onlu dollar eyes know now

Doubtful though ions lane bonds bent out of shape aim at mind simob says your turn to read bestowed bye observer the time of beeing w⁹krth thee

Thanks for paying frequency ib rhyme goats rise to occcasion. Eages sewn to drop

Sewuence you equate mqgnitude i can relate thhats dields mid lane midliembed soundtracks do know eye owe u

Lets see what we got here, what? Hear what? Sum ones own tone bruused depths taught welts not too swell, how many bars tonight whats tgat called in yoyr glass? Hops? I sea not, eyes can wave back.... metals know that woke men dont sleep tell your best friend im seeking in. Sin

Thisis straight out of Encore Actually a first version of the song was made in 2005, but Eminem doesn't want anybody to hear it

Na erre szerezz tényt, (vényt) Távol álljon tőlem, hogy szidjak egy keresztényt, Jézus a keresztjén, papjai az ereszén A grafit törik, de ez szén - obszcén Az állapot, hogy kisfiúkra áll a bot, Politikus állatok, mi folyik ott nálatok? Kitálalhattok, de várj csak kitalálom, Borkai Kaleta K Endre Egy évem is rámenne, sokszínű a paletta, Picasso szájában palánta vagy raketta, Feltörik a parketta, ördöge ez a balek ma, Betéve a kazetta, ez szimpla vica verza, Nem vicc a verze, Skip a fejbe, mentek a klozettba vissza egyre, Szátok lakatra, a bítek raklapra, Szavamra, de sok ment a garatra, Meg az agyamra, veszett a nyúl a kalapba, Rászarok az alapra, bár az se lepne meg, ha magamra, Telefonba reppelek, szállok a magasba, mentek a fogasra, Te nyugati én kelet, kellek a szakmának és ez tünet Megtölthetnék ezzel sok szájat meg fület, De nem kerítek nagy ügyet, bepuszilom a rügyet, És erre telik meg a füzet, dörzsölik a kezüket Amikor a májk elé állok, sikítanak a lányok és a srácok, Szavakat dobálok, de ne hidd, hogy halandzsázok, Arra ha gandzsázok én okot is találok, Jöhetnek hit tanárok, tessék itt van árok, Amit épp nektek ások, mókások vagytok benne kásaként, Clark Kent most megbassza Lois Lane-t, Megnyerem a dzsolit ép, az angelina jolie szép De nem az én esetem, Vágod mindig ez van, ha tehetem, Hogy a gatyádat is lereppelem, Kint a köztereken, vagy a főtéren, Lazulok a spanokkal legfő(bb)képpen

im gonna start off by saying the version of the song we got was the most underatted on the album for alot of people but am i the only person feels a sad song was intended for this beat around 2:07 the beat starts getting somber and more uptone like its hopefulness then it crashes back down into the original beat sad once again like everything fell apart just cut off the end of the beat

You can ever so slightly hear the lyrics

Best song on the album

With balls in his durag, he sags, fearin' no man He stands, pen in his hand like Edward Scissorhands Will slice competition and just goes about his business Anyone who knows about him knows about his shindig Shenanigans, and all his wacky antics in the papers Shady's danglin' a baby tangled in a blanket, stranglin' And hangin' him over the railing by the ankles on some gangster shit Child endangerment, dark brain arcane, but it Mark Twainin' it You aren't tamin' it, sharp pain in the heart Aimin' a bar, chamber to carve names in it Start sprayin' and start ravin' on beats, stark ravin' it You're at arm's length, you're in harm's way of it 'Bout to show your ass why I'm still a pain in it You wanna know how I do it? I can't explain this shit Mechanic's brain with a pinch of Big Daddy Kane in it But I can show you the ropes 'til you get the hang of it Elephantiasis of the nuts, element Of Intelligent Hoodlum, Arrested Development Cella Dwellas and Wise Intelligent, since elementary Through Hell, I went, accelerant from lack of melanin Failin' in school, smart eloquent Help me to rebel against shit, so well and bent So eloquently, yet, I was irrelevant Soon as I quit givin' a fuck, I started to sell a bit Now let's travel inside the mind of a hater 'Cause I don't see no fans, all I see's a bunch of complainers "Kendrick's album was cool, but it didn't have any bangers Wayne's album or Ye's, couldn't tell you which one was lamer Joyner's album was corny, Shady's new shit is way worse Everything is either too tame or there's too much anger I didn't like the beat, so I hated Might Delete Later" You nerdy pricks would find somethin' wrong with 36 Chambers It's what they do to the greats Pick apart a Picasso and make excuses to hate So you can wait for your flowers until you're blue in the face Stupid, you ain't gonna get 'em until your funeral, wait (hm)