| And I don't think that I can stop it (Here it comes)
|
| I do my best to try to block it (Redrum)
|
| I've been sipping on like, vodka (Head's numb)
|
| I'm blacking out, you better watch it (It's bedlam)
|
| I thought I heard a voice in my head that said "Kill"
|
| I had no other choice that was left except fill
|
| My pencil full of poisonous lead, the devil
|
| He wants me to murder this beat, so I will
|
| He told me there are doubters who question my skill
|
| They wanna put my style to the test, am I still
|
| The best? |
| They want the crown on my head, I said, "Chill
|
| If you want me to murder this beat, then I will"
|
| I'm a long way away from where you are in skill
|
| Foreign wheels, my bitch wearin' four inch heels
|
| She on the orange pill
|
| And she about to start taking off layers like orange peels
|
| Sacha Baron Cohen, Farrell, where am I going with this?
|
| Oh yeah, a bar at will
|
| And when you throw the iron in it, I'm all that still
|
| The truth for real, I'm real truth, call that treal
|
| This is my house, this place is mine
|
| Posted on any corner on any coast I'm on
|
| You niggas need to leave that lean, Henny, and coke alone
|
| Tear to the business, married to the strippers, T-Pain
|
| Student of the game pre-Kane, you niggas Post Malone
|
| Elite beat boxer minus the raps
|
| Rollin' with at least three choppers, Ryan is that
|
| I literally keep three shottas
|
| I'm lyrically James Todd, Tariq Trotter minus the cap
|
| I thought I heard a voice in my head that said "Kill"
|
| I had no other choice that was left except fill
|
| My pencil full of poisonous lead, the devil
|
| He wants me to murder this beat, so I will
|
| He told me there are doubters who question my skill
|
| They wanna put my style to the test, am I still
|
| The best? |
| They want the crown on my head, I said, "Chill
|
| If you want me to murder this beat, then I will"
|
| Yeah, slaughter goons under the moonlight
|
| John Wilkes, that's who I'm in the booth like
|
| Abra— I go ham for dead presidents
|
| And everything I record is over your head like a boom mic
|
| Why would you irrelevant fucks want to rebel against us
|
| Knowing your Smith & Wesson has never been clutched?
|
| Knowing you never been rushed by the most ignorant niggas invented
|
| The nigga gotta send you to the dentist to get a whole row of elephant tusks
|
| Your teeth gone like you been on some meth and some dust forever
|
| I see you, my niggas call me the enemy watcher
|
| The minute we spot ya, the semi'll pop, nigga, we got ya
|
| I'm livin' to conquer, remember the mantra, I'm grippin' the launcher
|
| Like Eminem-Dr. |
| with no guilty conscience
|
| I'm still shockin' like droppin' a boombox in bathwater
|
| More shockin' than a pissed off Blanka
|
| I just finished fuckin' a fish called Wanda
|
| I'm finna wander off into yonder
|
| Beyond just mentally stronger, memory monster
|
| I remember the sponsorin' thought that conquered his triple entendre
|
| You the cross of a unicorn and The Unabomber
|
| Quit horsin' around in this building or you a goner
|
| Your Willy Wonka persona won't help you any longer
|
| I'm Optimus, I make prime examples of mini-Tonkas
|
| Hogtie your squad and go bonkers
|
| Spin, grab Denaun's guitar and Honky Tonk ya
|
| Oh, your boss on par like good golfers?
|
| I put a hole in one of you birdies with this Eagle and launch it (Pew)
|
| I thought I heard a voice in my head that said "Kill"
|
| I had no other choice that was left except fill
|
| My pencil full of poisonous lead, the devil
|
| He wants me to murder this beat, so I will
|
| He told me there are doubters who question my skill
|
| They wanna put my style to the test, am I still
|
| The best? |
| They want the crown on my head, I said, "Chill
|
| If you want me to murder this beat, then I will"
|
| Now this will probably be the most illest shit that I've ever said
|
| God bless the dead and let Biggie possess the pencil lead
|
| They called me a sped and said that I had a messed up head
|
| 'Cause I said motherfuck school and instead went to special ed
|
| Sippin' Bacardi and lime I start to recollect on the time
|
| That I startled my mom and had her scared to death
|
| Word to Method Man
|
| She heard some Wu-Tang coming from towards the patio
|
| She was like, "What the heck was that?" |
| She went to check on the noise and go inspect the deck
|
| Then I jumped out with a sword and yelled, "Protect your neck"
|
| Now bow to the Lord, hold up, no, better yet, kneel
|
| Better yet, get down on all fours and take a vow to always
|
| Rejoice in the sound of my voice, bitch, you don't have a choice
|
| Just a third of my will will overpower yours
|
| Using about a fourth to create the amount of force
|
| It'll take to knock out a horse like a tranq full of Tylen— or
|
| Enter my house of whores with a thousand floors
|
| Got a crown of thorns, but it won't fit around the horns
|
| But I'ma keep it a buck like a dollar store
|
| I'm more than you bargained for and I am far more worse
|
| Than a fourty-some bar Lord Jamar verse
|
| Nothing means more than respect, so when I curse
|
| You could say I swore to protect
|
| My image I have zero time or regard for
|
| I never was, been claiming rap when it's not yours
|
| If it was anyone's house G Rap and Rakim would be havin' you mop floors
|
| Run-DMC would be havin' you cleanin' sinks
|
| Yeah, your group was off the chain, but you were the weakest link
|
| Rest of these youngins of mine
|
| Time to start throwing some shade, this time I'm shutting the blinds
|
| 'Cause when I'm looking at y'all, shit, it's no wonder it's why
|
| I need a visor, 'cause y'all are just suns in my eyes
|
| Born a cynic and more demented than an orphanage with a morgue up in it
|
| Next door to an abortion clinic
|
| Newborn infants tortured and tormented
|
| With their foreheads dented when they drop 'cause the floor's cemented
|
| Their corpses get ornamented
|
| The corner where the store has been rented
|
| To store them in and the torsos of forty women reported missin'
|
| Distorted, twisted, this isn't no storybook ending
|
| This is only the beginning
|
| So Lord forgive me, I'm hearing voices
|
| I can't ignore them anymore, they're winning
|
| I thought I heard a voice in my head that said "Kill"
|
| I had no other choice that was left except fill
|
| My pencil full of poisonous lead, the devil
|
| He wants me to murder this beat, so I will
|
| He told me there are doubters who question my skill
|
| They wanna put my style to the test, am I still
|
| The best? |
| They want the crown on my head, I said, "Chill
|
| If you want me to murder this beat, then I will"
|
| And I don't think that I can stop it (Here it comes)
|
| I do my best to try to block it (Redrum)
|
| I've been sipping on like, vodka (Head's numb)
|
| I'm blacking out, you better watch it (It's bedlam) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Will, artist - Eminem. Album song Music To Be Murdered By - Side B, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп