Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Go To Sleep, artist - Eminem.
Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Go To Sleep |
I ain't gonna eat, I ain't gonna sleep |
Ain't gonna breathe, til I see, what I wanna see |
And what I wanna see, is you go to sleep, in the dirt |
Permanently, you just being hurt, this ain't gonna work |
For me, it just wouldn't be, sufficient enough |
Cuz we, are just gonna be, enemies |
As long as we breathe, I don't ever see, either of us |
Coming to terms, where we can agree |
There ain't gonna be, no reasoning, speakin wit me |
You speak on my seed, then me, no speak-a ingles |
So we gonna beef, and keep on beefin, unless |
You're gonna agree, to meet with me in the flesh |
And settle this face to face, and you're gonna see |
A demon unleashed in me, that you've never seen |
And you're gonna see, this gangster beat on himself |
I see you D-12, and thanks, but me need no help |
Me do this one all by my lonely, I don't need fifteen of my homies |
When I see you, I'm seeing you, me and you only |
We never met, but best believe you gon know me |
When I'm this close, to see you exposed as phony |
Come on, bitch, show me, pick me up, throw me |
Lift me up, hold me, just like you told me |
You was gonna do, that's what I thought, you're pitiful |
I'm rid of you, all of you, Ja, you'll get it too! |
Now go to sleep bitch! |
Die, motherfucker, die! |
Ugh, time's up, bitch, close ya eyes |
Go to sleep, bitch! |
(what?) |
Why are you still alive? |
How many times I gotta say, close ya eyes? |
And go to sleep bitch! |
(what?) |
Die motherfucker die, bye, bye, motherfucker, bye, bye! |
Go to sleep bitch! |
(what?) |
Why are you still alive? |
Why, die motherfucker, ah, ah, ah... |
...Go to sleep bitch! |
We got you niggaz, nervous |
On purpose, to hurt your focus, you'se not MC's, you'se worthless |
You'se not them G's, you'se a circus, you'se no appeal, please |
You'se curtains, you use words, cool heard, slurred in two thousand third |
You'se purpin, you'se no threat, who's ya servin? |
When lyrically oughta bury you beneath the dirt when |
You fuck with a label overseeing the Earth |
Shady muthafucka, O. Trice's birth |
And as I mold, I become a curse |
So we can put down the verse, take it to the turf |
Cock and squeeze, and he who reach the hearse is he who |
Depicts fiction in his verse |
And as I breathe, and you be deceased |
The world believe you deceived just to speak |
You'se not the streets, you'se the desk |
Use not your chest nigga, use a vest |
Before two's choose ya rest, you chose death |
Six feet deep, nigga, that's the depth |
Hey dog, I'ma walk like a beast, talk like the streets |
I'ma stay blazin New York wit the heat |
Stalk on the beat, walk wit my feet |
Understand my pain, the rain ain't sleet |
Peep how I'm moving, peep where I'm going |
Shit don't seep, then sleep not knowin |
But I'ma keep growing, getting larger than life |
Easy-going with the same one that started the fight |
He be knowing how dog get, when dog gon bite |
Tried to show him the dog shit, it's dog for life |
Grand champ, and my Blood Line is tight |
Cuz it's all good, it's all right |
Niggas tried to holla, but couldn't holla back |
Now they gots to swallow, everything in the sac |
Blood Line, and, we can go track for track |
Damn dog, why'd you have to do them niggas like that? |
All you motherfuckers, take that! |
Here, take this too, bitch! |
Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Waaaaaahoo |
We're killing all you motherfuckers dead, all of you |
Fake ass gangsters! |
No more press! |
No more press! |
Rot, motherfuckers, rot! |
Decay, in the dirt, bitch, in the motherfucking dirt! |
Die nameless, bitch, die nameless! |
No more fame! |
Ahhhhhhhhhh! |
Hahahaha |
Yo X, come on man, Obie, let's go, haha |