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  • Title:The Ringer
  • Artist:Eminem
  • Album:Kamikaze
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    Producer:illadaproducer/Ronny J/Eminem
    I'm just gonna write down
    My first thoughts and see where this takes me
    Cause I feel like I wanna punch the world in the f**kin' face right now
    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
    Full magazine could take staples out
    Savage but ain't thinking 'bout no bank account
    But b**ch I'm off the chain like Taylor Brown
    Motherf**ker shut the f**k up when I'm talkin' lil' b**ch
    I'm sorry wait what's your talent
    Oh critiquin'
    My talent
    Oh b**ch I don't know who the f**k y'all are
    To give a sub-par bar
    Even have an opinion if you you mention me
    Millions of views attention the 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 a sh*t reviews
    To get clicks but b**ch you just lit the fuse
    Don't get misconstrued business as us
    Sh*t-list renewed so get sh*t to do
    Or get dissed
    'Cause I don't get what the f**k half the sh*t
    Is that you're listening to
    Do you have any idea how much I hate this choppy flow
    Everyone copies though probably no
    Get this f**kin' audio out my audio adios
    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 emcee
    Maybe 'Stan' just isn't your cup of tea
    Maybe your cup's full of syrup and lean
    Maybe I need to stir up sh*t 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 but spelled
    Jam a Crest white strip in the tip of my d**k with an ice pick
    Stick it in a vice grip hang it on a spike fence
    Bang it like a pipe bench
    While I take my ballsack and flick it like a light switch
    Like vice-president Mike Pence
    Back up on my sh*t in a sidekick
    As I lay it on a spike strip
    This 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 f**k on my b**ch
    F**k my side c**ck
    You will never see M icy but as cold as I get on the MIC
    I polarize sh*t so the Thames might freeze
    And your skull might split like I bashed you upside it
    B**ch I got the club on smash like a nightstick yeah
    Turn down for what I ain't loud enough
    Nah turn the volume 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 just turn around and just be like
    Man how the f**k sourpuss gonna get mad just
    'Cause his album sucks
    And now he wants to take it out on us
    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
    I mailed the b**ch back and said if I did that
    I'd just be like everyone else in the f**king industry
    Especially an effing recovery clone of me
    So finger-bang chicken wang educate 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 being 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 mumbling 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 f**k are you gonna do where you runnin' to
    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 b**ch 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 better go get Revival
    But y'all are acting like I tried to serve you up a slider
    Maybe the vocals should have been auto-tuned and you would have 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 f**kin' alcoholic
    With a bottle full of malt liquor
    But I couldn't bottle this sh*t 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 ceasefire '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 f**kin' 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 every one 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
    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 b**ch yeah
    Invite them in like a one a day
    I'm not done
    'Cause I feel like the beast of burden
    That line in the sand was it even worth it
    'Cause the way I see people turnin'
    Is makin' it seem worthless
    It's startin' to defeat the purpose
    I'm watchin' my fan base shrink to thirds
    And I was just trying to do the right thing but word
    Has the court of public opinion wreaks the verdict
    I'm 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 scared 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 media journalists
    They can get a mouthful of flesh
    And yes I mean eating a penis
    'Cause they been panning my album to death
    So I been giving 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' sh*t out with the press
    But I just took this beat to the cleaners