Eminem – Nail in the Coffin LyricsFollow
This motherfucker, man!
Just won't shut up will you?
Talking 'bout I owe him
Bitch, you owe me... I'm promoting you right now
Yo, let's put the nail in his coffin
I don't wanna be like this
I don't really wanna hurt no feelings
But I'm only being real when I say
Nobody wants to hear that grandfather rap (nope)
And old men have heart attacks
And I don't wanna 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 Ray Benzino
An eighty-three year old fake Pacino
So how can he hold me over some balcony without
Blowing his lower back out as soon as he goes to lift me?
Please don't -- you'll probably fall with me, and our asses'll both be history
But then again you'd finally get your wish
Cause you'll be all over the street like 50 Cent
Fucking punk pussy, fuck you, chump
Give me a one on one; see if I don't fuck you up
Tried to jump the Ruff Ryders and they cut you up
And you put Jada on a track, that's how much you suck dick
In the industry, swear that you in the streets hustling
You sit behind a fucking desk at The Source butt-kissing
And begging motherfuckers for guest appearances
And you can't even get the clearances, cause real lyricists
Don't even respect you or take you serious
It's not that we don't like you -- we hate you, period
Talk about a mid-life crisis, damn
Last week you was shaking Obie Trice's hand
Now he's a buster? What the fuck's with that?
Get on a track dissing us, kissing 50's ass
And asking me what I know about indictments, bite me
Bitch, I got two cases and probation, fight me!
What do I know about standing in front of a judge like a man
Ready to take whatever sentence he hands?
What you know about your wife slicing 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 don't know shit about no chopping rocks
But what you know about Hip Hop Shops rocking spots
Where you the only white boy up in that bitch just ripping?
Pressing up your own fliers and your stickers, sticking
Them bitches up after spending six hours at Kinko's
Just making copies of your covers of cassette singles
To sell them out of the trunk of your Tracer
Spending your whole paychecks at Disc Makers
What you know about being bullied over half your life?
Oh that's right, you should know what that's like, you're half white
Vanilla Ice, spill the beans and rice
I'm eating you alive inside, Jesus Christ!
If you're that much of a gangsta, put the mic down
You should be out killing motherfuckers right now!
Kill a motherfucker dead, kill him dead, bitch!
Shoot 'em in the fucking head -- go ahead, bitch!
Slap my mom; slap the fuck out of her!
She can't sue you; she wouldn't get a buck out of ya
Cause you're broke as fuck, you suck, you're a fucking joke
If you was really selling coke, well then what the fuck
You stop for, dummy? If you slew some crack
You'd make a lot more money then you do from rap
You'll never have no security, you'll never be famous
You'll never know what it's like to be rich; life's a bitch ain't it
Raymond? Here let me break the shit down in layman's
Terms for you, just to make sure that you can understand it
And Canibus ain't using too many complicated fucking words for you
Here let me slow it down for so you could understand if I say it slower
...let it go dog, it's over
Haha... talking 'bout, I have motherfuckers calling your crib
Bitch, you ain't even got a fucking crib!
You ain't even got a fucking phone... fucking bum
Threatening to shut me down at ya lil' fucking Source magazine
If I come back when did I attack you?
BITCH you attacked me first take it like a man and shut the FUCK UP
Fuck your little magazine too
I don't need your little fucking magazine
I got XXL's number anyways
And y'all can't stand it cause they getting bigger than y'all
Oh, and by the way... how'd I look on the VMA's?
When you was watching me from whatever fucking TV you was watching me from
From Boston...the mean streets of Boston
Fucking sissy, and you got us scared up in that motherfucker?
Suck my motherfucking dick
Oh! And for those that don't know
Don't get it twisted y'all
The Source has a white owner!
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