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Eminem – Nice Guy Lyrics

[Chorus: Jessie Reyez]
You’re such a nice guy, a nice guy
You’re faithful, you don’t lie
After the club, you go back home, right?
Right? Sike

[Post-Chorus: Jessie Reyez]
Suck my dick, you fuckin’ suck, man
Suck my dick, you fuckin’ suck, man
I hope that your heart get hit by a semi-truck
Suck my dick, you fuckin’ suck, man

[Verse 1: Jessie Reyez]
I hop in your whip and take a sip, then I gun it
I don’t, I don’t got much self-control, I hope that you run it
I’m bipolar with the switch up just as quick like you cummin’
I don’t, I don’t got much self-control, I hope that you run it

[Verse 2: Eminem]
I’m not a cheater, but if I’ma be accused, might as well be
You tell me you’ll take me back when hell freezes, but females be Rushin’ me outside my telly, temptation overwhelms me
Like my monthly bill from Sprint, they chargin’ me for a selfie
Chargin’ me, so I gave my hotel key
Eh, I was tryna be nice

[Chorus: Jessie Reyez & Eminem]
You’re such a nice guy, a nice guy
You’re faithful, you don’t lie
After the club, you go back home, right?
Right? Sike

[Post-Chorus: Jessie Reyez & Eminem]
Suck my dick, you fuckin’ suck, bitch
Suck my dick, you fuckin’ suck, man
I hope that your heart get hit by a semi-truck
Suck my dick, you fuckin’ suck, bitch

[Verse 3: Jessie Reyez]
I play your music while you suffer like I’m Carmichael Polar
You tied up in the basement while I chill on your sofa
La próxima yo sé que mejor me quedo sola
Estas de buenas que yo ya vendí mi pistola

[Verse 4: Eminem]
I’m an emotional wreck, weak (uh-huh), everything over-affects me (yeah)
When you joke it upsets me (yeah), you say I’m no good at sex
And you think I’m gross and unsexy (uh-huh)
I need Scope ’cause my breath stinks (yep)
You hope I choke on a Pepsi (yep)
Bitch, you was supposed to correct me! (oh)
Been textin’ you since three, I still get no fucking reply
You say you sleep alone, but yet your mattress is king size
Fuck you goin’ in those knee-high boots? Cut it out, bitch
I doubt that you’re goin’ to house sit
In that outfit, no skin-tight Levi’s
Every word that comes out your mouth’s a fucking lie
Oh, it’s spring time, time for you to have a fling like a slingshot
You say, “Don’t come over” ’cause you got pink eye
But I think I got just the thing, why
Don’t I bring my fuckin’ bat and just swing by?

Eminem – The Ringer Lyrics

[Intro]
*Plane crashing*
Yeah, yo, I’m just gonna write down
My first thoughts, see where this takes me
’Cause I feel like I wanna punch the world in the fuckin’ face right now
Yeah!

[Verse]
Let me explain just how to make greatness
Straight out the gate, I’m ’bout to break you down
Ain’t no mistakes allowed, but make no mistake, I’m ’bout
To rape the alphabet, I may raise some brows
If I press the issue just to get the anger out (brrr)
Full magazine could take Staples out
Savage, but ain’t thinkin’ ’bout no bank account
But bitch, I’m off the chain like Kala Brown
Motherfucker, shut the fuck up when I’m talkin’, lil’ bitch
I’m sorry, wait, what’s your talent? Oh, critiquin’
My talent? Oh, bitch, I don’t know who the fuck y’all are
To give a sub-par bar, even have an opinion of you
You mention me, millions of views
Attention in news, I mention you
Lose-lose for me, win-win for you
Billions of views, your ten cents are two
Skim through the music to give shit reviews
To get clicks, but bitch, you just lit the fuse
Don’t get misconstrued, business as used
Shit-list renewed, so get shit to do
Or get dissed, ’cause I just don’t get
What the fuck half the shit is that you’re listenin’ to, do
You have any idea how much I hate this choppy flow
Everyone copies though? Probably no
Get this fuckin’ audio out my Audi, yo, adiós
I can see why people like Lil Yachty, but not me though
Not even dissin’, it just ain’t for me
All I am simply is just an MC
Maybe, “Stan” just isn’t your cup of tea
Maybe, your cup’s full of syrup and lean
Maybe, I need to stir up shit, preferably
Shake the world up if it were up to me
Paul wants me to chill, y’all want me to ill
I should eat a pill, probably, I will
Old me kill the new me, watch him bleed to death
I breathe on the mirror, I don’t see my breath
Possibly, I’m dead, I must be possessed
Like an evil spell, I’m E-V-I-L (evil, spelled)
Jam a Crest Whitestrip in the tip of my dick
With an ice pick, stick it in a vice grip
Hang it on a spike fence, bang it with a pipe wrench
While I take my ballsack and flick it like a light switch
Like vice-president Mike Pence back up on my shit in a sidekick
As I lay it on a spike strip
These are things that I’d rather do than hear you on a mic, since
Nine tenths of your rhyme is about ice, and
Jesus Christ, man, how many times is
Someone gonna fuck on my bitch?
(Fuck my side chick!) You won’t ever see Em icy
But as cold as I get on the M-I-C
I polarize shit, so the Thames might freeze
And your skull might split, like I passed you upside it
Bitch, I got the club on smash, like a nightstick (yeah)
Turn down for what?
I ain’t loud enough, nah, turn the Valium up
‘Cause I don’t know how I’m gonna get your mouths to shut
Now when it doesn’t matter what caliber
I spit at, I’ll bet a hundred thousand bucks
You’ll turn around and just be like, “Man, how the fuck
Sourpuss gonna get mad just ’cause his album sucks?
And now he wants to take it out on us.” (ooh-ooh)
But last week, an ex-fan mailed me a copy
Of “The Mathers LP” to tell me to study
It’ll help me get back to myself and she’ll love me (ooh-ooh)
I mailed the bitch back and said if I did that
I’d just be like everyone else in the fucking industry
Especially, an effing “Recovery” clone of me (didn’t I think)
So finger-bang, chicken wang, MGK, Iggy ‘zae
Lil Pump, Lil Xan imitate Lil Wayne
I should aim at everybody in the game, pick a name
I’m fed up with bein’ humble
And rumor is, I’m hungry, I’m sure you heard bumblings
I heard you wanna rumble, like an empty stomach
I heard your mumblin’, but it’s jumbled in mumbo-jumbo
The era that I’m from will pummel you, that’s what it’s comin’ to
What the fuck you’re gonna do? You run into it
I’m gonna crumble you and I’ll take a number two
And dump on you, if you ain’t Joyner
If you ain’t Kendrick or Cole, or Sean, then you’re a goner
I’m ’bout to bring it to anyone in this bitch who want it
I guess when you walk into BK, you expect a Whopper
You can order a Quarter Pounder when you go to McDonald’s
But if you’re lookin’ to get a porterhouse, you’ll better go get “Revival”
But y’all are acting like I tried to serve you up a slider
Maybe the vocals shoulda been auto-tuned, and you woulda bought it
But sayin’ I no longer got it, ’cause you missed the line and never caught it
‘Cause it went over your head, because you’re too stupid to get it
‘Cause you’re mentally retarded, but pretend to be the smartest
With your expertise and knowledge, but you’ll never be an artist
And I’m harder on myself than you could ever be, regardless
What I’ll never be is flawless, all I’ll ever be is honest
Even when I’m gone, they’re gonna say I brought it
Even when I hit my forties like a fuckin’ alcoholic
With a bottle full of malt liquor
But I couldn’t bottle this shit any longer
The fact that I know that I’ma hit my bottom
If I don’t pull myself from the jaws of defeat, and rise to my feet
I don’t see why y’all even started with me
I get impeached, my enemies die, I don’t cease fire
‘Til at least all are deceased, I’m eastside
Never be caught slippin’, now you see why
I don’t sleep, not even a wink, I don’t blink
I don’t doze off, I don’t even nod to the beats
I don’t even close my fuckin’ eyes when I sneeze
“Aw, man! That BET cypher was weak, it was garbage
The thing ain’t even orange—oh my God, that’s a reach!”
Shout to all my colorblind people
Each and everyone of y’all, if you call a fire engine green
Aquamarine, or you think water is pink
“Dawg, that’s a date.” “Looks like an olive to me.”
“Look, there’s an apple!” “No, it’s not, it’s a peach!”
So finger-bang, Pootie Tang, Burger King
Gucci Gang, dookie, dang, Charlamagne
Gonna hate anyway, doesn’t matter what I say
Give me Donkey of the Day, what a way for 2018
To get underway, but I’m gonna say everything that I wanna say
Welcome to the slaughterhouse, bitch! (yeah)
Invite ’em in like a One A Day, I’m not done (preach)
‘Cause I feel like the beast of burden
That line in the sand, was it even worth it?
‘Cause the way I see people turning’s makin’ it seem worthless
It’s startin’ to defeat the purpose
I’m watchin’ my fan base shrink to thirds
And I was just tryin’ to do the right thing, but word
Has the court of public opinion reached a verdict
Or still yet to be determined?
‘Cause I’m determined to be me, critique the worship
But if I could go back, I’d at least reword it
And say I empathize with the people this evil serpent
Sold the dream to that he’s deserted
But I think it’s workin’, these verses
Are makin’ him a wee bit nervous
And he’s too scurred to answer me with words
‘Cause he knows that he will lyrically get murdered
But I know at least he’s heard it
‘Cause Agent Orange just sent the Secret Service
To meet in person, to see if I really think of hurtin’ him
Or ask if I’m linked to terrorists
I said, “Only when it comes to ink and lyricists.”
But my beef is more media journalists
(Hold up, hold up, hold up…)
I said my beef is more meaty, a journalist
Can get a mouthful of flesh
And yes, I mean eating a penis
‘Cause they been pannin’ my album to death
So I been givin’ the media fingers
Don’t wanna turn this to a counselling sesh
But they been puttin’ me through the ringer
So I ain’t ironin’ shit out with the press
But I just took this beat to the cleaners

Eminem – Stepping Stone Lyrics

[Verse 1]
It’s 2002, everything was totally new
We were globally huge, watchin’ sales go through the roof
We wrote and we viewed it, Runyon Avenue soldiers included
A multitude of homies who would bounce for no good excuse
We were so bulletproof—wrote, souped and soaked in our youth
Thought we was runnin’ shit ’til we lost the sole of our shoe
The death of Doody broke us in two
We were thrown for a loop, ain’t none of us know what to do
And at the time I was goin’ through my own struggles too
So I wasn’t in no condition to be coachin’ us through
Everyone tried to go solo, really nobody blew
I was hopin’ they do, so I ain’t have to shoulder the crew
The plan was put everyone in position, so that they knew
How to stand on they own, and I don’t want to open up wounds
I just noticed that oomf was gone when we go in the booth
‘Cause the truth is, the moment that Proof died, so did the group

[Pre-Chorus]
If I could leave this world behind
I could open up my eyes and walk in a straight line
Turn to the river with you
Help me leave this all behind

[Chorus]
I’ma wash away my sins
I’ma rinse away this dirt
I forgot to make amends
To all the friends I may have hurt
I better stop and say my grace
From that I pray that I don’t fall
‘Cause on the way back down I may
End up runnin’ back into them all
I never meant to use you all as my stepping stones

[Verse 2]
It was never the same, and it’s bothered me since
And the farther we drift apart, the more awkward it gets
The more time goes by, the more life happens
And we gotta be men, we got responsibilities
Plus we don’t say how we feel, and I feel like this is what got us in
The debacle we’re in, been with you guys thick and thin
But it’s almost as if sometimes we’re not even friends
Which reminded me Biz, “Rockstar” was the shit
Y’all coulda got you a hit without me on the shit
If you would’ve put D12 on it, wish I coulda did
More than try talkin’ you into comin’ up off of it
I know it wasn’t my fault, but part of it probably is
I think of all of the trips to BET
And the rappers I wish that we woulda politicked with
Maybe y’all coulda clicked and got you some features
But that’s water under the bridge
But I’m washin’ my sins in it ’til my conscience is cleansed

[Pre-Chorus]
If I could leave this world behind
I could open up my eyes and walk in a straight line
Turn to the river with you
Help me leave this all behind

[Chorus]
I’ma wash away my sins
I’ma rinse away this dirt
I forgot to make amends
To all the friends I may have hurt
I better stop and say my grace
From that I pray that I don’t fall
‘Cause on the way back down I may
End up runnin’ back into them all
I never meant to use you all as my stepping stones

[Verse 3]
Bacardi and Hen’, never thought the party would end
One minute you’re bodyin’ shit, but then your audience splits
You can already sense the climate is startin’ to shift
To these kids you no longer exist
Went from rainin’ cats and dogs in this bitch
To tiny drops, lil’ drips
And by the time your reign is over, you’ll hardly be missed
You start thinkin’ of all the artists you gift, all the carnage you left
Is this the kinda Karma you get
For turnin’ your fuckin’ back on Bizzy, Kuniva and Swift?
A Freudian slip, subconsciously, I honestly wished
I ain’t feel so much guilt and y’all didn’t harbor resentment
But it’s hard to pretend that y’all ain’t got none
I just wish I had words

[Bridge]
But I guess they’re just honored for this
To my partners, I can’t say how sorry I am
This is not how I planned for our story to end
I love all of you, men
But I just can’t be the guy
Everybody depends on for entire careers
‘Cause that’s not even fair
I will always be here, but that spark isn’t there
And I don’t know how to recapture that time and that era
I’ve tried hearkening back to, but I’m fightin’ for air
I’m barely chartin’ myself
Feels like I’m under the sink, but it was not my intent—

[Verse 4]
To treat y’all like a stepping stone
Though I ain’t left no one behind, but we been down every road
Done all we possibly can, I know we kept our hopes up
But the longer we spend livin’ this lie that we live
The less is left for closure, so let’s let this go
It’s not goodbye to our friendship, but D12 is over

[Chorus]
I’ma wash away my sins
I’ma rinse away this dirt
I forgot to make amends
To all the friends I may have hurt
I better stop and say my grace
From that I pray that I don’t fall
‘Cause on the way back down I may
End up runnin’ back into them all
I never meant to use you all as my stepping stones
I never meant to make you feel like my stepping stones
I never meant to use you all for my stepping stones

Eminem – Not Alike Lyrics

[Intro]
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up!
Yeah

[Pre-Chorus: Eminem]
Brain dead, eye drops
Pain meds, cyclops
They bed, iPod
Maybach, my bach
Trainwrecks, sidewalks
Pay less, high-tops
K-Fed, iHop
Playtex, ice spots

[Chorus: Eminem]
That’s how much we have in common (yeah!)
That’s how much we have in common (whoa!)
Up on this mic, when we’re on it (yeah!)
That’s how much we have in common (yeah!)
That’s how much we have in common (woo!)
That’s how much we have in common
We are not alike, there’s not alike us on the mic (yeah!)

[Verse 1: Royce Da 5’9″]
I don’t do Jordans and Audemars
I do explosions and Molotovs
Y’all blowin’ smoke as if y’all ain’t washed
I blow the smoke from the car exhaust
Flyin’ to a party I am not invited to, feelin’ like the streets need me
I ain’t gotta dance long as my Ferrari Spyder move like C Breezy
I don’t gotta hire goons
I’d rather try to buy the moon and breathe freely
The sky is blue, the tie is new
The Maserati white and cool like G-Eazy
While these dudes tryna figure out
How to do a freestyle as fly as me
I’m confused tryna figure out how to do Kapri Styles and Mya G
Everybody doin’ chick joints
Probably rob these little dudes at fist point
Remember everybody used to bite Nickel
Now everybody doin’ Bitcoin
We don’t got nothin’ in common (no)
We don’t got nothin’ in common (no)
Y’all into stuff like doubled-up Styrofoam cups
On them uppers-and-downers (woo!)
I’m into stuff like doublin’ commas
Find me a brother who’s solid
To count the shit up and then bust the shit down
When the cops hit us up, we can flush the shit down
We can not give a fuck, shit, a fuckin’ colonic
Sellin’ your cock and your butt for a follower
Possible cup, for dollars you powder sniff
Now you’re slippin’, call it a power trip, a product of politics
Y’all went from profit and toppin’ the charts
To dropped in the park in a pile of shit
Knowledge is power, but powerless
If you got it and you do not acknowledge it
Y’all music sound like Dr. Seuss inspired it
Hirin’ strippers, prostitute retirin’
We can spit it for ya advance
I’m fit to be king, you’re cut out to fit in Prince pants
You niggas—

[Pre-Chorus: Eminem]
Brain dead, eye drops
Pain meds, cyclops
They bed, iPod
Maybach, my bach
Trainwrecks, sidewalks
Pay less, high-tops
K-Fed, iHop
Playtex, ice spots

[Chorus: Eminem]
That’s how much we have in common (yeah!)
That’s how much we have in common (whoa!)
Up on this mic, when we’re on it (yeah!)
That’s how much we have in common (yeah!)
That’s how much we have in common (woo!)
That’s how much we have in common
We are not alike, there’s not alike us

[Verse 2: Eminem]
You say you’re affiliated with murderers, killas (ayy)
The people you run with are thuggin’ (gang)
But you’re just a wannabe gunna (gang)
Like you was gonna do somethin’
Actin’ like you catchin’ bodies (ayy)
And you got juice, lil’ youngin, you’re buggin’
You ain’t never even been charged in connection with battery
Bitch, you ain’t plugged in to nothin’
Rap God spit lyrical bullets (boom)
And gats cock, your partners better tool up
This has not to do with muscular
But have guns for sure, you better put a
Strap on, in other words if you’re gonna
Roll up with your (gang) you’re gon’ need a Arsenal
‘Cause this bar is over your head
So you better have arms if you’re gonna pull up (skrrt)
Oh, you run the streets, huh?
Now you wanna come and fuck with me, huh?
This little cock-sucker, he must be feelin’ himself
He wants to keep up his tough demeanor
So he does a feature, decides to team up with Nina
But next time you don’t gotta use Tech N9ne
If you wanna come at me with a sub, Machine Gun
And I’m talkin’ to you, but you already know who the fuck you are, Kelly
I don’t use sublims and sure as fuck don’t sneak-diss
But keep commentin’ on my daughter Hailie
I keep on tellin’ motherfuckers, bitches, in case you forgot really
I need Ja memories, jaw like strawberry or pineapple, apricot jelly
I respond rarely, but this time Shady ’bout to sound off
Like a fuckin’ cocked semi Glock, demi-god
Let me put a fucking silencer on this little non-threatening blond fairy cornball takin’ shots at me
You’re not ready, fool, break yourself like Rocksteady Crew
Obviously, I’m not gettin’ through
We can get it poppin’ like Redenbach, lettin’ off like Remy Ma
Heavy artillery, Godzilla harsh with a hard shell
With a motherfuckin’ heart bigger than Bizarre’s belly
Only time you’ll ever say I lost
You’ll be talkin’ ’bout Fetty Wap, better call Diddy
Just to try to get me off and you better hope I don’t call Trick Trick
Bitch, this shit don’t fly in our city
Punk, you don’t disrespect OGs, R.I.P. Prodigy
Sold Dre my soul and I told him
The moment he signed me that I’ll be the most hated though made it soldier
There’s no shame, it’s okay to own it
‘Cause life is a bitch, she’s a bow-legged ho
But now those days are over
I Harvey Weinstein a bathrobe hangin’ over
My code name is groper, I roleplay with lotion
I fuck the whole world then I throw away the Trojan
Olay the hoes like with home-made explosives
I blow eighty holes in you
Don’t make me go in, I OJ the flows and I’m insult to injury
Rolex to Goldman I’m [?] tryna throw in [?]
They both hate to choke and my whole plate is soakin’
And I double-edge sworded ’cause one place I poke and
I stick and I turn in a rotatin’ motion
Invisible with the pen
I’m at the pinnacle of sick individuals
Take my dick and put the tip in at minimal
I’m fuckin’ these syllables
I let them lick on my genitals
I’m a fucking invincible, indefensible, despicable difficult prick
A little bit unpredictable, I spit the formidable
That you’re bitches are fuckin’ with, the original
I consider me and Nickel identical
But not us
The only thing we have in common is I’m a dick and you suck
Otherwise one has nuttin’ to do with the other
None comes close to skunk, bug, soldier
Tongue, shrub, shoulder, one month older
Sponge, mob, colder, none, rug, hoaster
Lug, nut, coaster, lung, jug roaster
Young Thug poster, unplugged toaster

[Chorus: Eminem]
That’s how much we have in common (yeah!)
That’s how much we have in common (whoa!)
Up on this mic, when we’re on it (yeah!)
That’s how much we have in common (yeah!)
That’s how much we have in common (woo!)
That’s how much we have in common
We are not alike, there’s not alike us—
(Man, fuck this shit, let’s go)

The Black Eyed Peas – CONSTANT Part 1 & 2 Lyrics

[Intro: will.i.am]
On and on, on and on, on and on
On and on, on and on, on and on
On and on, on and on, on and on, on and on
Yup

[Chorus: will.i.am]
It goes on and on and on
All around the clock
3-6-5 til’ a new year drop
To the, tick-tock yah don’t stop
It goes on and on and on
All around the clock
3-6-5 til’ a new year drop
To the, tick-tock gyah don’t stop
To the, tick-tock gyah don’t stop
We keep it constant
Constant, constant (gyah don’t stop)
Constant (gyah don’t stop)

[Verse 1: ​apl.de.ap]
We be throwing down like Muhamaad
Niggas don’t be knwoing, rip and fliyin’ like commist
Stick with the tongue without the mouth vomit
Master the osng, we be writing these comics
Been a spirits, spiritual walfare
Spread the love, nothern and southern hemisphere
Like a beast talk it out of these stratosphere
We made it to the top and live on a prayer
Nation to nation, good vibration
Underground sound hit the whole population
Check the demonstration coming from the peace
Moving high velocity, no time to freeze
(music, please)

[Chorus: will.i.am]
It goes on and on and on
All around the clock
2-4-7 like the hand on a watch
To the, tick-tock gyah don’t stop
It goes on and on and on
All around the clock
3-6-5 til’ a new year drop
To the, tick-tock gyah don’t stop
To the, tick-tock yah don’t stop
We keep it constant
Constant, constant (gyah don’t stop)
Constant (gyah don’t stop)

[Verse 2: Taboo]
My job is to take it to the next
I’ma move it to the supermarket, keep it complex
Spritually, mentally, we were connect
We do it intentianally for progress
First is the love, gotta spread the love effect
Second is the mind, gotta feed ’em intellect
Third is the body, gotta treat it with repect
‘Cause you don’t wanna be the ghost, be the spirit? Yes
One love, one tribe, staying colorblind
Inspired by Apple ’cause he’s really colorblind
We keep it on the positive ’cause it is hard to find
We keep it on the positive ’cause it is hard to find
We keep it constant
Constant (gyah don’t, gyah don’t stop), constant (gyah don’t stop)
Constant we go on and on and on
All around the clock
2-4-7 like the hand on a watch
To the, tick-tock gyah don’t stop
We go on and on and on
All around the clock
3-6-5 til’ a new year drop

[Hook: will.i.am]
We keep it constant, constant, constant , constant, constant
We keep it constant, constant
Constant (gyah don’t stop)

[Verse 3: will.i.am]
Bring the tracks out, bring the bless out
I go co-trained with my sax out
Let’s go soul train, let’s go black out
Turn that bass up, let’s go max out
Brint the drums out, bring the beats out
Bring the mic out so we can speak out
When it’s lights out, we go freak out
I got freezed out so they can seize out
My check one-two I bring the heat out
I’m givin’ you somin’ new, somin’ to tweet about
Don’t be upset when bep out
Ain’t no quartaq, it just three out
Here’s the trio, one amigo, philapino, and a negro
Round the globe that’s just how we go
Ain’t no stopiing, ain’t no ego

[Bridge: Slick Rick]
Boy, you got it girl, caught me on fire
On and on and on and on and on
Boy you got it girl, takin’ me higher
Going, going, going, going, going
Boy, you got it girl, girl, giril
Girl, girl, girl
Boy you got it girl, feel the inspire
And I don’t wanna stop it if it’s wrong

[Chorus: will.i.am]
Gyah don’t stop
Constant, constant, constant
We keep it constant (gyah don’t), constant (stop), constant, constant
We keep it constant (gyah don’t stop), constant, constant, constant
We keep it constant (gyah don’t), constant (gyah don’t)
Gyah don’t stop