Eminem ☆ Rap God (www.nbkstudio.uz)

Look I was gonna go easy
on you and not to hurt your
feelings
But I’m only going to
get this one chance
Something’s wrong I can feel it
Just a feeling I’ve got like
something’s about to happen
but I don’t know what
If that means
what I think it means
we’re in trouble big trouble
and if he is as bananas
as you say
I’m not taking any chances
You are just what the
doc ordered
I’m beginning to feel
like a Rap God Rap God
All my people from the
front to the back nod back nod
Now who thinks their arms are
long enough to slapbox
slapbox
They said I rap like a robot
so call me rapbot
But for me to rap like
a computer must be
in my genes
I got a laptop
in my back pocket
My pen’ll go off
when I half cock it
Got a fat knot
from that rap profit
Made a living and
a killing off it
Ever since Bill Clinton was
still in office
With Monica Lewinsky
feeling on his nut sack
I’m an MC still as honest
But as rude and
as indecent as all hell
Syllables killaholic
kill em all with
This slickety gibbedy
hibbedy hip hop
You don’t really wanna get
into a pissing match
with this rappidy rap
Packing a Mac in the back
of the Ac backpack rap crap
yep yep yackity yak
Now at the exact same time
I attempt these lyrical
acrobat stunts
while I’m practicing that
I’ll still be able to break
a motherfuckin’ table
Over the back of a couple
of faggots and crack it
in half
Only realized it was ironic
I was signed to Aftermath after
the fact
How could I not blow
all I do is drop F bombs
feel my wrath of attack
Rappers are having
a rough time
period here’s a maxi pad
It’s actually disastrously
bad for the wack
While I’m masterfully
constructing this masterpiece as
I’m beginning to feel
like a Rap God Rap God
All my people from the
front to the back nod back nod
Now who thinks their arms are
long enough to slapbox slapbox
Let me show you maintaining
this shit ain’t that
hard that hard
Everybody want the key
and the secret to rap
immortality like I have got
Well to be truthful
the blueprint’s simply rage
and youthful exuberance
Everybody loves to root
for a nuisance
Hit the earth like an asteroid
did nothing but shoot for the
moon since
MC’s get taken to school
with this music
Cause I use it as a vehicle
to bust a rhyme
Now I lead a new school
full of students
Me I’m a product of Rakim
Lakim Shabazz 2Pac N
W A Cube Hey Doc Ren
Yella Eazy thank you they
got Slim
Inspired enough to one day
grow up blow up and be
in a position
To meet Run DMC induct them
into the motherfuckin’ Rock n’
Roll Hall of Fame
Even though I walk in the
church and burst in a ball
of flames
Only Hall of Fame
I be inducted in is the alcohol
of fame
On the wall of shame
You fags think it’s all a game
’til I walk a flock of flames
Off a plank and tell me
what in the fuck are
you thinking
Little gay lookin’ boy
So gay I can barely say it
with a straight face
lookin’ boy
You witnessing a massacre
Like you watching a church
gathering take place
lookin’ boy
Oy vey that boy’s gay that’s
all they say looking boy
You get a thumbs up pat
on the back
And a way to go from your
label everyday lookin’ boy
Hey lookin’ boy
what you say lookin’ boy
I get a hell yeah
from Dre lookin’ boy
I’ma work for everything
I have
Never ask nobody for shit
get outta my face lookin’ boy
Basically boy you’re never
gonna be capable
To keeping up with the same
pace lookin’ boy
I’m beginning to feel
like a Rap God Rap God
All my people from the
front to the back nod back nod
The way I’m racing around
the track call me
Nascar Nascar
Dale Earnhardt of the trailer
park the White Trash God
Kneel before General Zod
this planet’s Krypton no
Asgard Asgard
So you be Thor and
I’ll be Odin you rodent
I’m omnipotent
Let off then I’m reloading
immediately with these
bombs I’m totin’
And I should not be woken
I’m the walking dead
but I’m just a talking
head a zombie floating
But I got your mom
deep throating
I’m out my ramen noodle
we have nothing
in common poodle
I’m a doberman pinch yourself
in the arm and pay
homage pupil
It’s me my honesty’s brutal
But it’s honestly futile
if I don’t utilize
what I do though
For good at least once
in a while
So I wanna make sure
somewhere in this chicken
scratch I scribble and
doodle
Enough rhymes to maybe
try to help get some people
through tough times
But I gotta keep
a few punchlines
just in case cause
even you unsigned
Rappers are hungry
looking at me like
it’s lunchtime
I know there was a time
where once I Was king
of the underground
But I still rap like I’m on my
Pharoahe Monch grind
So I crunch rhymes
but sometimes
when you combine
Appeal with the skin
color of mine
You get too big and here
they come trying to censor you
Like that one line I said on
I’m Back from the
Mathers LP1
Where I tried to say
I take seven kids
from Columbine
Put em all in a line add
an AK 47 a revolver and a nine
See if I get away with it
now that I ain’t as big
as I was
But I’ve morphed into
an immortal coming through
the portal
You’re stuck in a time warp
from 2004 though
And I don’t know
what the fuck
that you rhyme for
You’re pointless as Rapunzel
with fuckin’ cornrows
You’re like normal fuck
being normal
And I just bought a new ray gun
from the future
To just come and shoot ya like
when Fabolous made Ray J mad
Cause Fab said he looked like
a fag at Mayweather’s pad
Singin’ to a man while
they played piano
Man oh man that was a 24 7
special on the cable channel
So Ray J went straight to the
radio station the very next day
Hey Fab I’mma kill you
Lyrics coming at you
at supersonic speed
JJ Fad
Uh sama lamaa duma lamaa
you assuming I’m a human
What I gotta do to get it through
to you I’m superhuman
Innovative and I’m made
of rubber
So that anything you say is
ricocheting off of me and
it’ll glue to you
I’m devastating more than
ever demonstrating
How to give a motherfuckin’
audience a feeling like
it’s levitating
Never fading and I know
the haters are forever waiting
For the day that they can say
I fell off they’d be celebrating
Cause I know the way to
get ’em motivated
I make elevating music
you make elevator music
Oh he’s too mainstream
Well that’s what they do
when they get jealous they
confuse it
It’s not hip hop it’s pop cause
I found a hella way to fuse it
With rock shock rap with Doc
Throw on Lose Yourself and
make ’em lose it
I don’t know how to make
songs like that
I don’t know what words to use
Let me know
when it occurs to you
While I’m ripping any one
of these verses that versus you
It’s curtains I’m inadvertently
hurtin’ you
How many verses
I gotta murder to prove
That if you were half as nice
at songs you can sacrifice
virgins too
School flunkie pill junky
But look at the accolades
these skills brung me
Full of myself but still hungry
I bully myself cause
I make me do
what I put my mind to
And I’m a million leagues
above you i’ll
when I speak in tongues
But it’s still tongue
in cheek fuck you
I’m drunk so Satan
take the fucking
wheel I’m asleep
in the front seat
Bumpin’ Heavy
D and the Boys
still chunky but funky
But in my head there’s something
I can feel tugging and
struggling
Angels fight with devils
and here’s
what they want from me
They’re asking me to eliminate
some of the women hate
But if you take into consideration
the bitter hatred I had
Then you may be a little patient
and more sympathetic to the
situation
And understand the
discrimination
But fuck it life’s handin’
you lemons make lemonade then
But if I can’t batter the women
how the fuck am I supposed
to bake them a cake then
Don’t mistake it for Satan
It’s a fatal mistake if you think
I need to be overseas
And take a vacation to trip abroad
And make her fall on her face
and don’t be a retard
Be a king think not
why be a king when you
can be a God