Nail In The Coffin (from DJ Green Lantern's "Invasion Part II: Conspiracy Theory" mixtape)歌词
Eminem
This motherf**ker here just wont shut up will you
Talk about i owe you b**ch you owe me
Promote me right now
Man lets put the nail in his coffin
Chorus
I dont want to be like this
I dont really want to hurt no feelins
But im only bein real when i say nobody wants to hear their grandfather rap
Old men have heart attacks
And i dont want to be responsible for that so
Put the mic down and walk away
You can still have a little bit of dignity
I would never claim to be no great benzino
An 83year old fake pachino
So how can he hold me over some balcony
Without throwin his lower back out as soon as he goes to lift me
Please dont youl probably fall with me
And our asses will both be history
But then again youl finnally get your wish
Cuz youl be all over the street like 50cent
F**kin punk p**sy f**k you chump
Gimme a one-on-one see if i dont f**k 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 f**kin desk at the source butt-kissin
And beggin motherf**kers for guest appearences
And you can even get the clearances cuz real lyricists
Dont even respect you or take you serious
Its not that we dont like you we hate you -period
Talk about a mid-life crisis damn
Last week you was shakin obie trice's hand
Now hes a busta what the f**ks with that
Get on a track dissin us kissin 50's a**
And askin me what i know about inditements-bite me
B**ch i got two cases and probation -fight me
What do i know about standin in front of a judge like a man
Ready to take whatever sentence he hands
What you know about your wife slicin her wrists
Right in front of the only thing you have in this world -a little girl
And i put that on her when this is all over
I would never try to make her a star and eat off her
I dont know sh*t about no shoppin rocks
But what you know about hip-hop shops rockin spots
When your the only white boy in that b**ch just rippin
Pressin up your own flyers and your stickers stickin
Them b**ches up after spendin six hours at kinkos
Just makin copys of your covers of casette singles
And sell them out the trunk of your tracer
Spendin your whole paycheck at disc makers
What you know about bein bullied over half your life
Oh thats right you know what thats like your half white
Vanilla ice spill the beans and rice im eaten you alive inside
Jesus christ if your that much of a gangster put the mic down
You should be out killin motherf**kers right now
Kill a motherf**ker dead kill'em dead b**ch
Shoot'em in the f**kin head go ahead b**ch
Slap my mom slap the f*ck outa her
She cant sue you she wouldnt get a buck out of you
Cuz your broke as f**k you suck your a f**kin joke
If you was really sellin coke well then what the f**k
You stop for dummy if you slew some crack
You'd make alot more money than you do from rap
You never had no security you'll never be famous
You'l never now what its like to be rich lifes a b**ch aint it
Raymond here let me break this sh*t down in lamens
Terms for you just to make sure that you can understand this
And canibus they usin too many complicated f**kin words for you
Here then let me slow it down for you
So you can understand if i say it slower:
Let it go dawg it's over
I dont want to be like this
I dont really want to hurt no feelins
But im only bein real when i say nobody wants to hear their grandfather rap
Old men have heart attacks
And i dont want to be responsible for that so
Put the mic down and walk away
You can still have a little bit of dignity
Eminem talking
Haha
Talkin bout i have motherf**kers callin your crib
B**ch you aint even got a f**kin crib
You aint even got a f**kin phone f**kin punk
Threatened to shut me down at your little f**kin source magazine
If i come back then you would attack me b**ch you attacked me first
Take it like a man and shut the f**k up
And f**k your little magazine too
I dont need your f**kin magazine i got xxl number anywayz
And yall cant stand it cuz there gettin bigger than yall
Oh and by the way howed i look on the vmas
When you was watchin me from whatever f**kin tv you was watchin me from in boston
The mean streets of boston f**kin sissy
Like you got us scared in the motherf**ker suck our motherf**kin dicks
Oh and for those thats dont know dont get it twisted yo the source has a white owner
This motherf**ker here just wont shut up will you
Talk about i owe you b**ch you owe me
Promote me right now
Man lets put the nail in his coffin
Chorus
I dont want to be like this
I dont really want to hurt no feelins
But im only bein real when i say nobody wants to hear their grandfather rap
Old men have heart attacks
And i dont want to be responsible for that so
Put the mic down and walk away
You can still have a little bit of dignity
I would never claim to be no great benzino
An 83year old fake pachino
So how can he hold me over some balcony
Without throwin his lower back out as soon as he goes to lift me
Please dont youl probably fall with me
And our asses will both be history
But then again youl finnally get your wish
Cuz youl be all over the street like 50cent
F**kin punk p**sy f**k you chump
Gimme a one-on-one see if i dont f**k 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 f**kin desk at the source butt-kissin
And beggin motherf**kers for guest appearences
And you can even get the clearances cuz real lyricists
Dont even respect you or take you serious
Its not that we dont like you we hate you -period
Talk about a mid-life crisis damn
Last week you was shakin obie trice's hand
Now hes a busta what the f**ks with that
Get on a track dissin us kissin 50's a**
And askin me what i know about inditements-bite me
B**ch i got two cases and probation -fight me
What do i know about standin in front of a judge like a man
Ready to take whatever sentence he hands
What you know about your wife slicin her wrists
Right in front of the only thing you have in this world -a little girl
And i put that on her when this is all over
I would never try to make her a star and eat off her
I dont know sh*t about no shoppin rocks
But what you know about hip-hop shops rockin spots
When your the only white boy in that b**ch just rippin
Pressin up your own flyers and your stickers stickin
Them b**ches up after spendin six hours at kinkos
Just makin copys of your covers of casette singles
And sell them out the trunk of your tracer
Spendin your whole paycheck at disc makers
What you know about bein bullied over half your life
Oh thats right you know what thats like your half white
Vanilla ice spill the beans and rice im eaten you alive inside
Jesus christ if your that much of a gangster put the mic down
You should be out killin motherf**kers right now
Kill a motherf**ker dead kill'em dead b**ch
Shoot'em in the f**kin head go ahead b**ch
Slap my mom slap the f*ck outa her
She cant sue you she wouldnt get a buck out of you
Cuz your broke as f**k you suck your a f**kin joke
If you was really sellin coke well then what the f**k
You stop for dummy if you slew some crack
You'd make alot more money than you do from rap
You never had no security you'll never be famous
You'l never now what its like to be rich lifes a b**ch aint it
Raymond here let me break this sh*t down in lamens
Terms for you just to make sure that you can understand this
And canibus they usin too many complicated f**kin words for you
Here then let me slow it down for you
So you can understand if i say it slower:
Let it go dawg it's over
I dont want to be like this
I dont really want to hurt no feelins
But im only bein real when i say nobody wants to hear their grandfather rap
Old men have heart attacks
And i dont want to be responsible for that so
Put the mic down and walk away
You can still have a little bit of dignity
Eminem talking
Haha
Talkin bout i have motherf**kers callin your crib
B**ch you aint even got a f**kin crib
You aint even got a f**kin phone f**kin punk
Threatened to shut me down at your little f**kin source magazine
If i come back then you would attack me b**ch you attacked me first
Take it like a man and shut the f**k up
And f**k your little magazine too
I dont need your f**kin magazine i got xxl number anywayz
And yall cant stand it cuz there gettin bigger than yall
Oh and by the way howed i look on the vmas
When you was watchin me from whatever f**kin tv you was watchin me from in boston
The mean streets of boston f**kin sissy
Like you got us scared in the motherf**ker suck our motherf**kin dicks
Oh and for those thats dont know dont get it twisted yo the source has a white owner
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