Producer：illadaproducer/Ronny J/Eminem
I'm just gonna write down
My first thoughts and see where this takes me
Cause I feel like I wanna punch the world in the f**kin' face right now
Let me explain just how to make greatness
Straight out the gate I'm 'bout to break you down
Ain't no mistakes allowed but make no mistake I'm 'bout
To rape the alphabet I may raise some brows
If I press the issue just to get the anger out
Full magazine could take staples out
Savage but ain't thinking 'bout no bank account
But b**ch I'm off the chain like Taylor Brown
Motherf**ker shut the f**k up when I'm talkin' lil' b**ch
I'm sorry wait what's your talent
Oh critiquin'
My talent
Oh b**ch I don't know who the f**k y'all are
To give a sub-par bar
Even have an opinion if you you mention me
Millions of views attention the news
I mention you lose lose for me win win for you
Billions of views your ten cents are two
Skim through the music to give a sh*t reviews
To get clicks but b**ch you just lit the fuse
Don't get misconstrued business as us
Sh*t-list renewed so get sh*t to do
Or get dissed
'Cause I don't get what the f**k half the sh*t
Is that you're listening to
Do you have any idea how much I hate this choppy flow
Everyone copies though probably no
Get this f**kin' audio out my audio adios
I can see why people like Lil Yachty but not me though
Not even dissin' it just ain't for me
All I am simply is just an emcee
Maybe 'Stan' just isn't your cup of tea
Maybe your cup's full of syrup and lean
Maybe I need to stir up sh*t preferably shake the world up
If it were up to me
Paul wants me to chill y'all want me to ill
I should eat a pill probably I will
Old me kill the new me watch him bleed to death
I breathe on the mirror I don't see my breath
Possibly I'm dead I must be possessed
Like an evil spell I'm E-V-I-L evil but spelled
Jam a Crest white strip in the tip of my d**k with an ice pick
Stick it in a vice grip hang it on a spike fence
Bang it like a pipe bench
While I take my ballsack and flick it like a light switch
Like vice-president Mike Pence
Back up on my sh*t in a sidekick
As I lay it on a spike strip
This are things that I'd rather do than hear you on a mic
Since nine tenths of your rhyme is about ice and
Jesus Christ man how many times is
Someone gonna f**k on my b**ch
F**k my side c**ck
You will never see M icy but as cold as I get on the MIC
I polarize sh*t so the Thames might freeze
And your skull might split like I bashed you upside it
B**ch I got the club on smash like a nightstick yeah
Turn down for what I ain't loud enough
Nah turn the volume up
'Cause I don't know how I'm gonna get your mouths to shut now
When it doesn't matter what caliber I spit at
I'll bet a hundred thousand bucks
You'll just turn around and just be like
Man how the f**k sourpuss gonna get mad just
'Cause his album sucks
And now he wants to take it out on us
But last week an ex-fan mailed me a copy of the Mathers LP to tell me to study
It'll help me get back to myself and she'll love me
I mailed the b**ch back and said if I did that
I'd just be like everyone else in the f**king industry
Especially an effing recovery clone of me
So finger-bang chicken wang educate Iggy 'zae
Lil Pump Lil Xan imitate Lil Wayne
I should aim at everybody in the game pick a name
I'm fed up with being humble
And rumor is I'm hungry
I'm sure you heard bumblings
I heard you wanna rumble like an empty stomach
I heard your mumbling but it's jumbled in mumbo-jumbo
The era that I'm from will pummel you
That's what it's comin' to
What the f**k are you gonna do where you runnin' to
I'm gonna crumble you and I'll take a number two
And dump on you if you ain't Joyner
If you ain't Kendrick or Cole
Or Sean then you're a goner
I'm 'bout to bring it to anyone in this b**ch who want it
I guess when you walk into BK you expect a whopper
You can order a quarter pounder when you go to McDonald's
But if you're lookin' to get a porterhouse you better go get Revival
But y'all are acting like I tried to serve you up a slider
Maybe the vocals should have been auto-tuned and you would have bought it
But sayin' I no longer got it
'Cause you missed the line and never caught it
'Cause it went over your head because you're too stupid to get it
'Cause you're mentally retarded but pretend to be the smartest
With your expertise and knowledge but you'll never be an artist
And I'm harder on myself than you could ever be regardless
What I'll never be is flawless all I'll ever be is honest
Even when I'm gone they're gonna say I brought it
Even when I hit my forties like a f**kin' alcoholic
With a bottle full of malt liquor
But I couldn't bottle this sh*t any longer
The fact that I know that I'ma hit my bottom if I don't
Pull myself from the jaws of defeat
And rise to my feet
I don't see why y'all even started with me
I get impeached
My enemies die
I don't ceasefire 'til at least all are deceased
I'm eastside never be caught slippin'
Now you see why I don't sleep
Not even a wink I don't blink
I don't doze off I don't even nod to the beats
I don't even close my f**kin' eyes when I sneeze
Aw man
That BET cypher was weak it was garbage the thing ain't even orange
Oh my God that's a reach
Shout to all my colorblind people
Each and every one of y'all
If you call a fire engine green aquamarine
Or you think water is pink
Dawg that's a date
Looks like an olive to me
Look there's an apple
No it's not it's a peach
So finger-bang Pootie Tang Burger King Gucci Gang
Charlamagne gonna hate anyway
Doesn't matter what I say
Give me Donkey of the Day
What a way for 2018 to get underway
But I'm gonna say everything that I wanna say
Welcome to the slaughterhouse b**ch yeah
Invite them in like a one a day
I'm not done
'Cause I feel like the beast of burden
That line in the sand was it even worth it
'Cause the way I see people turnin'
Is makin' it seem worthless
It's startin' to defeat the purpose
I'm watchin' my fan base shrink to thirds
And I was just trying to do the right thing but word
Has the court of public opinion wreaks the verdict
I'm still yet to be determined
'Cause I'm determined to be me critique the worship
But if I could go back I'd at least reword it
And say I empathize with the people
This evil serpent sold the dream to that he's deserted
But I think it's workin'
These verses are makin' him a wee bit nervous
And he's too scared to answer me with words
'Cause he knows that he will lyrically get murdered
But I know at least he's heard it
'Cause Agent Orange just sent the Secret Service
To meet in person
To see if I really think of hurtin' him
Or ask if I'm linked to terrorists
I said only when it comes to ink and lyricists
But my beef is more media journalists
Hold up hold up hold up
I said my beef is more media journalists
They can get a mouthful of flesh
And yes I mean eating a penis
'Cause they been panning my album to death
So I been giving the media fingers
Don't wanna turn this to a counselling sesh
But they been puttin' me through the ringer
So I ain't ironin' sh*t out with the press
But I just took this beat to the cleaners