| I want you to grow up, but don’t age
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| I want the rage, but don’t get too angry
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| I want the new, but old Shady
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| I want you to say what they won’t say (Yeah)
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| Just don’t go too far, but go cray
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| I want you to almost lose it, man
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| It keep movin' the goal post, don’t they?
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| Just cut to the chase, like OJ
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| In his Bronco goin' off the roadway (Skrr)
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| And get off my dick
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| If I said my balls were yarn, you bitches would crochet
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| All I ever wanted was a rope chain
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| From the day I saw Cool J on soul train
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| Now I got that, can go 2k
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| Was one yellow and white gold plated
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| Just to let 'em know I made it
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| I told my dawgs we gon' get right in they ear, yeah
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| Wouldn’t call, now dip, go in the Lear, yeah
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| Still have all these demons comin' for my neck, yeah, yeah
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| I ain’t never comin' down, yeah, yeah
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| This pandemic got us in a recession
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| We need to reopen America (What?)
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| Black people dyin', they want equal rights
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| White people wanna get hair cuts (Haha)
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| Some people protest, some people riot (What?)
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| But we ain’t never escapin' this virus (Nah)
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| To the cops that are racially biased (What?)
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| We no longer enable these lies
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| You get 'em on tape, they stick to a story, like Spider-Man crawin' up side of
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| a wall and
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| Some are just as unabiding as lawmen (Yeah)
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| Like Garrett Rolfe and like Derek Chauvin (Yeah)
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| No cap, still riding with Colin
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| Though some people don’t like me at all and (Yeah)
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| Some are like bees to flowers (Why?)
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| 'Cause some people find me appalling (Haha)
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| Ooh, I say a line, people are outraged (Oh no)
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| The press slams me again (Yeah), the people aren’t having it nowadays
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| Give an album that I put out in like 2000 you griped about praise
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| But I wake up everyday even more caked up than the makeup on your clown face
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| And I lay my foundation
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| I told my dawgs we gon' get right in they ear, yeah
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| Wouldn’t call, now dip, gone in the Lear, yeah
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| Still have all these demons comin' for my neck, yeah, yeah
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| I ain’t never comin' down, yeah, yeah
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| I got a question (What?)
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| What rhymes with Pariah? |
| (I don’t know)
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| Mm, uh, LEGO? |
| (Oh shit)
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| You just bit into the lit end of the wick
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| Shit, I meant, shit end of the stick
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| I’m addicted to friction and mischief
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| It’s like your bitch’s midriff, shit gets my dick stiff as a stickshift
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| Dick as in Cheney, trip as in sailing
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| They bring my name up just to get ratings
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| It’s like trying to choose between Bizzy, Layzie, and Wish against Krayzie
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| 'Cause I got a bone to pick with Slim Shady (Shady)
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| With Thug (Thug) and Harmony (Yeah)
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| Who attempt to diss Hailie (Hailie)
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| Bitch, I will go in like it’s raining
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| And I get cancelled like once a day (Yeah)
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| Why would I go? |
| It’s more fun to stay (Ah)
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| You get me to leave, it’s no fuckin' way
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| I got a better chance of fuckin' Young M.A. (Ooh)
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| Ooh, sounds like I’m zoning
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| So me sayin' I’m out, nice to know me
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| It’s like askin' me where my shin is
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| It’s down right below knee (Haha)
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| Uh, oh, well we can play hide the salami (Yeah)
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| If your gal would like to blow me (Yeah)
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| My wave is like a tsunami (Yeah)
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| These flows you’re still tryna rap your head around like you’re a swami (Ha)
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| Just call me the mic kamikaze with Mike Zombie and I’ma just keep bombing (Woo)
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| 'Cause the game is mine, like an IED (Yeah)
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| If they ever do cancel me like Live PD
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| I said I’m takin' some of you with me if I’m leaving (Brr)
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| It’s time to murder you now, sike, leave me
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| I might knee deep to the fuckin' ice, Z, Z
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| Rappin' circle around these ho’s
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| Just like gurgles and every word from my mouth so fire
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| I should be burnt to the ground
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| There’s a fuckin' circus in town, yeah bitch, this verse finna clown ICP
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| R. Kelly sex tape, I see pee (Woah)
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| My shit is intense, like tipis
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| You gettin' wiped, like TP
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| You don’t like me? |
| You can bite my little white wee-wee
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| And I repeat, you can bite my little white wee-wee long as I like it-it
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| And ever since my pre-teens, striped Lee jeans and grandma Nan’s little black
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| and white TV (Yeah)
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| Now I’m so bougie that I stick out my pinkie every time I drink tea
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| Used to want a wife, sweet tea (Sweet tea)
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| Used to rock wife beaters, now I let your wife beat me (Yeah)
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| So you can eat shit, but I might be the shit
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| So when I say «Eat shit,» I mean me |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song These Demons, artist - Eminem. Album song Music To Be Murdered By - Side B, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп