Me and Marshall ain’t start shit
They listen to our shit
And talk shit about us
But that shit is foul
When I’m trying to feed my son
And drop multi platinum albums
Make my mother proud
That her son made it out
But it hard when they hate us
They think Em a racist
They say shit but fuck them
Shady one of the greatest
Like Biggie and Pac was
We saw the throne was empty and decided to chase it
Me, him and 50 race’n
This rap shit is basic
I followed that chase shit
Think of what I wanna say
Step in the booth and one take it
How could I not sell a million
When I’m rappin on Dre hits
Then spit that classical, LA, NWA shit
The media is bullshit, now we can even say bitch
They accusing Michael of touching kinds in the wrong places
At first the embraced him
Had a couple of face lifts
Now people want to place him
With murders and rapists
They comin I can taste it
Swear to god I’ll erase’m
Put the clip in and waste’m
Before I go out on that fake shit
I’m so sick and tired of this black shit, this white shit
So I sit here and write shit
Em they ain’t gonna like this
So they callin us
We ain’t, goin, no where, so fuck you
We ain’t, goin, no where, so fuck you
We ain’t, goin, no where, so fuck you
We ain’t, goin, no where, so fuck you
Only Dre can, touch me for the mistakes I’m makin
If I’m fakin, I’m Clay Akin
You ain’t 50 and you ain’t Game
You lame, you tame, bitch you mild sauce
You ain’t ready to make that thing switch
You’ll end up in the same situation, same shit different day
Just with different gangsta’s up in ya face
Which way do you want to face when ya brains hit pavement
Think of what you’ll say to Pastor Mase and save it
For the day that they got them affidavits wavin in my face
Lookin for answers rap sensation Eminem
Battles the what off accusations that he had somebody
Blasted the mask of Jason was found at the scene of the task
With masking tape and the victim’s penis up his ass
A basket case and they ask him to clean up his act
You bastards wastin too much time me no kiss ass
And if that’s the case then we ain’t goin
We ain’t, goin, no where, so fuck you
We ain’t, goin, no where, so fuck you
We ain’t, goin, no where, so fuck you
We ain’t, goin, no where, so fuck you
Lo get Dre on the phone quick
Tell him Em just killed me on my own shit
I’m walking through 8 mile
Starting to get homesick
Imma do Shady numbers
I’m riding my own dick
Yeah the chrome’s sick, the windows tinted
If Eminem is in its body armor under the Pendelton
These nigga’s is killin it, take a minute to listen
Turn down my Jimmy Hendrix, I’ll throw your demo out the window
For tellin me it’s hot when it’s not
And you got what you got
From the rocks one the block
You can stop tellin Dre you got shot with a Glock
That don’t fade me, I’m crazy
Why the fuck you think I’m rhymin with Shady
I don’t care if the radio don’t play me
I say what I say when I feel like I’m feelin today
You get hard when these bitches see my car in the streets
I can’t even take my son to cop them G-Unit sneaks
So I’m gone bitch
We ain’t, goin, no where, so fuck you
We ain’t, goin, no where, so fuck you
We ain’t, goin, no where, so fuck you
We ain’t, goin, no where, so fuck you
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