[eminem]
These motherfucker here, just won't shut up will you?
Talkin about I owe you, bitch you owe me
I'm promoting you right now
Man lets put the nail in this coffin
[eminem]
I would never claim to be no great Benzino
an 83 year old fake Pacino
so how can he hold me over some balcony
without throwin 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
cuz youl be all over the street like 50 cent
Fuckin punk pussy fuck you chump
gimme a one-on-one see if I don't fuck you up
Tryin to jump the ruff ryders and they cut you up
And you put Jada on a track thats how much you suck
duck in the industry, swear that you in the streets hustlin
You sit behind a fuckin desk at The Source butt-kissin
and beggin motherfuckers for guest appearences
and you can even get the clearances cuz 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 mid-life crisis damn
last week you was shakin Obie Trice's hand
Now he's a busta? What the fucks with that?
[Chorus]
I don't want to be like this
I don't really want to hurt no feelins
I got homies selling crack
Old men have heart attacks
and I don't want to be responsible for that so
Put the mic down and walk away
You can still have a little bit of dignity after today
[50 cent]
Penitentiaries is packed with promise makers
Never realize the precious time that bitch niggaz is wastin'
Institutionalize my bitchez bring me product by the bundle
Hustle hard for my sale, G-Unit motherfucka, we ballin'
Catch me countin' cheese and when I'm callin', do you accept my calls?
Still let me sip on Hennessy, can I sip some more?
Hell, I done been to jail, I ain't scared
Mama checkin' in my bedroom, I ain't there
I got a head with no screws in it
Motherfuckas thinkin' they can stop 50, they losin' it
Lil' nigga named Ja think he live like me
Talkin' about he left the hospital took nine like me
You livin' fantasies nigga, I been checkin' deposit
When your lil' sweet ass gon' come out of the closet?
Now he wonderin' why DMX blowed him out
Next time grown folks talkin', bitch, close yo mouth
Peep me, I take this war shit deeply
Done seen too many real niggaz ball to let these bitch niggaz beat me
Black Child, you's a motherfuckin' punk and you'll see me with gloves
Quit scarin' them fuckin' kids with yo ugly ass mug
And you can tell them niggaz you roll with whatever you want
But you and I know what's goin' on
Nigga payback, Tah, I know yo bitch ass from way back
Witness me strap the mac, knew I don't play that
All these old rappers tryina advance
It's all over now, take it like a man [haha!]
Irv lookin' like Larry Holmes, flabby and sick
Tryina playa hate on my shit
(Yeah man eat a fucken dick!)
and i will put a nail in the coffin
[Chorus]
I don't want to be like this
I don't really want to hurt no feelins
I got homies sellin crack
Old men have heart attacks
and I don't want to be responsible for that so
Put the mic down and walk away
You can still have a little bit of dignity after today
[ha.. ha we aint done we got a suprise
give it up for the man mischif!)
(I am new to this but listen to my words
it will get you)
[Mischif]
Maybe cause I'm eatin And these bastards fiend for my grub
I carry pumps like I serve gasoline to these thugs
they got chrome so they puttin vasoline on it's hubs
I'm ridin by you look at my paint job flicker
I kill homies so i need to keep track wit a sticker
These hoes is walkin like they own this shit
I hate to see this bitch get kicked
I got a coffin lets see if you fit
The nail is in the coffin
what's wrong with ya homie he pop'in
I guess i forgot i shot wit my gat without stoppin
I got to ask i no your murder inc. is rockin
I want to no what did it feel like when i had your ass head of toes
as if you were belly flopping
[Chorus]
I don't want to be like this
I don't really want to hurt no feelins
I got homies sellin crack
Old men have heart attacks
and I don't want to be responsible for that so
Put the mic down and walk away
You can still have a little bit of dignity after today
[Eminem]
haha, talkin about i have muthafuckas calling your crib
Bitch, you aint evan got a fucking crib
You don't evan got a fucking phone, you fucking punk
threatening to, shut me down at your little source magazine if i come back at
you or attack you
bitch, you attacked me first take it like a man and shut the fuck up
fuck you little magazine to, i don't need your little fucking magazine
i got double XL's number anyways,
[ Eminem - Nail In The Coffin
