Lyrical Lemonade & Eminem - Doomsday Pt. 2
[Intro]
Yo (Yeah)
A little under the weather
Fuck it
Yeah
Alright, here we go (Uh)
[Verse]
First, I'ma shred a (What?)
Verse like I had a personal vendetta (Yeah)
Words come together like birds of a feather (What?)
'Till I need a walker like Herschel, I'm better (Yeah)
Than all of you fuckin' little twerps put together
But I'm not tryna be controversial, I'd rather (Nah)
Talk about shit with a purpose that matters (Like?)
Like who had the second best verse on "Forever"? (Damn)
Now, I got a riddle (What?)
One condition, you mustn't laugh (Okay)
What is the opposite of Benzino? (Uh, what?)
A giraffe (Haha)
"Go at his neck," how the fuck is that? (Yeah)
How can I go at somethin' he doesn't have? (Haha)
Arm so short he can't even touch his hands
When they're above his head doin' jumpin' jacks (Wow)
Sorry, I don't mean (What?) to upset you, Ben' (Yeah)
When I talk about (What?) all the debt you in (Uh)
I hear that you been (What?) creepin' on the low
In them cheap hotels (Yeah) that they catch you in (What?)
Jesus Christ, dawg (Damn), when you said two-ten (What?)
Never guessed you meant (Damn) at the Red Roof Inn (Shit)
In a room with one (Hah) single bed, two men (What?)
Shady, man, you can't, yes, you can (Shh)
Well, I guess then I regret to inform you, hate to spoil a day (What?)
But this doesn't bring me no joy to say (Huh?)
Guess that Coi Leray feat's in the toilet, ayy? (Goddamn)
Yeah
Damage due to flows, collateral, I s'pose
Gat pointed like mine and Sandra Bullock's nose (Well)
Yeah, them bullet holes (Yeah), have you full of those (Yeah)
You'll catch a stray like animal control (Brrr), plan a funeral
I'ma probably have to plan a few neuro-logical exams
Once again, it is off into that damn padded room I go
Right toward the asylum or the psych ward
Because I strangled you with a mic cord
Because my (Blah), fuckin' mind's morbid
I'm on my (What?) Pegasus, my high horse, and I'm fly (Yeah)
Bitch, I soar like a sty
You probably feel like you're gonna die (Yeah)
'Cause you're in my morgue and you're tied up like a tight score
And that's why (What?) I'm back with Cole Bennett
And I been at the level J. Cole been at
It's Aftermath that I ride for 'till I die
Yo (Yeah)
A little under the weather
Fuck it
Yeah
Alright, here we go (Uh)
[Verse]
First, I'ma shred a (What?)
Verse like I had a personal vendetta (Yeah)
Words come together like birds of a feather (What?)
'Till I need a walker like Herschel, I'm better (Yeah)
Than all of you fuckin' little twerps put together
But I'm not tryna be controversial, I'd rather (Nah)
Talk about shit with a purpose that matters (Like?)
Like who had the second best verse on "Forever"? (Damn)
Now, I got a riddle (What?)
One condition, you mustn't laugh (Okay)
What is the opposite of Benzino? (Uh, what?)
A giraffe (Haha)
"Go at his neck," how the fuck is that? (Yeah)
How can I go at somethin' he doesn't have? (Haha)
Arm so short he can't even touch his hands
When they're above his head doin' jumpin' jacks (Wow)
Sorry, I don't mean (What?) to upset you, Ben' (Yeah)
When I talk about (What?) all the debt you in (Uh)
I hear that you been (What?) creepin' on the low
In them cheap hotels (Yeah) that they catch you in (What?)
Jesus Christ, dawg (Damn), when you said two-ten (What?)
Never guessed you meant (Damn) at the Red Roof Inn (Shit)
In a room with one (Hah) single bed, two men (What?)
Shady, man, you can't, yes, you can (Shh)
Well, I guess then I regret to inform you, hate to spoil a day (What?)
But this doesn't bring me no joy to say (Huh?)
Guess that Coi Leray feat's in the toilet, ayy? (Goddamn)
Yeah
Damage due to flows, collateral, I s'pose
Gat pointed like mine and Sandra Bullock's nose (Well)
Yeah, them bullet holes (Yeah), have you full of those (Yeah)
You'll catch a stray like animal control (Brrr), plan a funeral
I'ma probably have to plan a few neuro-logical exams
Once again, it is off into that damn padded room I go
Right toward the asylum or the psych ward
Because I strangled you with a mic cord
Because my (Blah), fuckin' mind's morbid
I'm on my (What?) Pegasus, my high horse, and I'm fly (Yeah)
Bitch, I soar like a sty
You probably feel like you're gonna die (Yeah)
'Cause you're in my morgue and you're tied up like a tight score
And that's why (What?) I'm back with Cole Bennett
And I been at the level J. Cole been at
It's Aftermath that I ride for 'till I die
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