作词 : M Mathers/R. Fraser/L. Resto/C. MARTIN/Jacob Canady/Nayvadius Wilburn/Ronald Spence/Matthew Norrish Jacobson/Katorah Marrero/Nas/P. Rock
作曲 : M Mathers/R. Fraser/L. Resto/C. MARTIN/Jacob Canady/Nayvadius Wilburn/Ronald Spence/Matthew Norrish Jacobson/Katorah Marrero/Nas/P. Rock
I don't smile I don't frown get too up or get too down
I was here so were you you came and went I stuck around
Still here now stop me how
Your opinion's like a broken calculator that s**t doesn't count
Shut your motherf**king mouth
I'm emptyin' my book of rhymes
My book of rhymes
Get 'em all off my pad every thought that I had
I said I'm emptyin' my book of rhymes
My book of rhymes
Get 'em all off my pad every thought that I had
Haven't used all the tricks I have so like my balls I'm in my bag
I get a little testy when I'm mad sick of wrestlin' this iPad
Unsuccessfully I might add and I know it's best to leave it live
But even I get obsessed with readin' everything
And let it get the best of me 'til I smash
But I need to get off the internet
Get off the internet
I need to get on the mic
Get on the mic
You need to get off the internet
Internet
You need to get you a life
Why you waste time just to comment on s**t
Comment on s**t
'Specially s**t you don't like
S**t you don't like
Don't like it don't listen but don't tell me about your favorite rapper
If it's some s**t he didn't write
What happened to Slim
He was no cap with the pen
He used to rap like the people's music was lore
He was exactly like them
Since he used to be poor why can't he tap into him
Can't use that excuse anymore
He's mad at the wind he's in a nuclear war
With a cloud he's yelling "At it again"
I talk to your mother she told me she love me
All she wanna do is just hold me and hug me
Wants nobody but me she showed me the duggy
Can I get a witness like notary public
She said kicks some fly s**t
Fly s**t
I said I got wings on my a*s
Wings on my a*s
Told her my d**k's a cockpit
D**k's a cockpit
I fly by the seat of my pants
Seat of my pants
Sinful thoughts this beat is crazy this s**t's retarded
This Instr is mental too many bars incidental charges
When did it start
I been cold hearted in this heart
Since kindergarten mental sharpness
Which made Simmoll walk and Denice soft b***h I invented flossin'
Yeah I used to wonder where my next meal's gonna come from
Now I just wonder where my next meal's gonna come from
I can not have no success unless when I finally make it
I get to remind all the haters
Who s**tted on me when I'm on my way up
My flow is sentences
If I was you I would step or find yourself twisted
That's how you'll wind up like spiral stairs
I will swear on a stack of Bibles
I will tear new behinds out of rivals even your idols
I don't care it's Music To Be Murdered By
So bottle back and swallow a f**king Ja Rule bobblehead
Then die slow like old times
Ha ha
Low sniper I hold the micro-phone like a loaded rifle
My dome's brighter all I spit from my skull is fire
All that's missing's a motorcycle with the chrome wires smoke tires in
Y'all are a flow biters
So I don't gotta explain why they call me a ghostwriter
I'm emptyin' my book of rhymes
My book of rhymes
Get 'em all off my pad every thought that I had
I said I'm emptyin' my book of rhymes
My book of rhymes
Get 'em all off my pad every thought that I had
Illa
Haven't used all the tricks I had
So like my balls it's in my bag
I tend to get a little testy when I'm mad
But gifted gathered the pen to pad
Turn temper tantrums into anthems
Put lips to a*s and kiss the cracks
Spit your d**n b***h you're still gonna hit the canvas
Rippin' rappers that are Insta whippersnappers
Mr. Mathers is killin' this s**t illin' and whippin'
Syllables rip the planet biblical s**t's gonna hit the fan
Anybody wanna go tit for tat's gonna get hit with that
Then the amygdala hippocampus
Gonna trigger the ingoramus
To think of the most ridiculous s**t then spit
Then pin it against these pitiful rappers
Insidious these idiots witty as s**t against me s**tty as MC Hammers
Put your whole squad send a task force in
If you want it you're 'bout to get what you asked for
Then put your helmet on strap your chin
You're 'bout to get you a crash course in
Who not to start a motherf**kin' rap war with
Or to go against f**k you wanna do that for
No offense but are you retard slow or dense
A f**kin' penny has more sense
Yeah now you gotta get killed but it's not a big deal
But every thought is so ill and so methodical
Thought I swallowed a pill I'm startin' to feel like I'm an automobile
With Barnacle Bill inside the car at the wheel
Inside a carnival 'cause I'm plowin' into everyone who wrote snotty articles
And that explains why the f**k you clowns are all in my grill
Joy and pain fortune fame torture shame
Choice I made swore someday
The world'll pay less to lose more to gain
Daughter's raised yesterday glory days adored and praised
Ignore the hate address the fake
Toured with Dre tore a page from Jordan king
Destroyed the game before you came enjoy your stay
Before it's gone away but the more you claim
That you're gonna point and aim
If you join the game your s**t isn't goin' to bang
You're just boring lame and more the same
You have an enormous chain but a storm-less brain
The most you can conform is rain
Your s**t is pointless shame as a scoreless game
So b***h quit lyin' your denyin' like Mr Porter's name
Borderline bipolar disorder since my stroller
Eyes rollin' back in my skull it get lot harder
Fire motor or I load up I order my motor mouth
This is my note to self
Sometimes you're gonna bomb
So you just might have to blow yourself up with no one's help
I just wrote it down in my book of rhymes
Premo take us out
Writin' in my book of rhymes
My book of rhymes my book of rhymes
I'm I'm I'm I'm I'm I'm eastside
Writin' in my book of rhymes
My book of rhymes my book of rhymes
I'm I'm I'm I'm I'm I'm eastside