Nail In The Coffin
Album - 8 Mile Soundtrack
(chorus)
I don't wanna be like this
I dun really wanna hurt-no-feelings
but im only being real when I say
nobody wants to hear there grandfather rap (nope)
and old men have heart attacks
and I dun wanna be responsible for that
so put the mic down and walk away
u can still have a little bit of dignity
(verse 1)
I would never claim to be no
ray benzino , no
an 83 year old, fake Paccino
so how can he hold me over some bal-cony
without blowing his lower back out
as soon as he goes to lift me
please don't, you'll probably fall with me
and our ass's will both be history
but then again you finally get your wish
cause you'll be all over the street like 50 cent
fucking punk, pussy, fuck you chump
give me a one-on-one see if I don't fuck you up
tryin to jump the ruff ryders and they cut you up
and you put jada on a track, thats how much you suck dick in the industry
swear that you in the streets hustling
you sit behind a fucking desk at the sewers butt kissing
and begging muthafuckas for guest appearances
and you cant even get the clearance
cause real lyricists don't even respect you or take you serious
is not that we don't like you... we hate you period!
talk about a midlife crisis dam
last week you was shakin Obie Trice's hand
now he's a busta? what the fucks with that
get on a track dissin us, kissing 50's ass
and askin me what I know about indictments, bite me!
Bitch I got 2 case's and probation, Fight me!
what do I know about standing in front of a judge ,like a man
ready to take whatever sentence he ,has
what you know about your wife slicin her wrists
right in front of the only thing you have in this world
a little girl
and I'll put that on her
when this is all ov-er
I would never try to make her a star, and eat off her
I dunno shit about no shopping rocks
but what you know about hip-hop, shops, rocking spots
well your the only white boy up in that bitch just ripping
pressing up your own flyers, and your stickers , sticking
and pitches up after spending 6 hours at kinkos
makin copies of you covers of cassette singles
to sell them out of the trunk of your tracer
spending your whole pay check at this makers
what you know about being bullied over half your life
oh that's right, you should know what that's like, your half white
vanilla ice full of beans and rice, imp eating you alive inside, Jesus Christ!
If you that much of a gangsta put the mic down
you should be out killing muthafuckas right now
kill a muthafucka dead, kill him dead bitch
shoot him in the fucking head, go ahead bitch
slap my mom, slap the fuck out of her
she can't sue you, she wouldn't get a buck out of you
cause your broke as fuck, you suck
your a fucking joke , if u was really selling cope
well then what the fuck you stop for dummy!
if u slew some crack
you'd make allot more money than you do from rap
you'll never have no security, you'll never be famous
you'll never know what is like to be rich, life's a bitch aunt it
brainy, here let me break this shit down and lamest
times for you just to make sure
that you can understand this and cant understand using to many complicated
fuckin words for you
here then let me slow it down for you so that you can understand it slower
let it go dog its over
I dont wanna be like this
I dun really wanna hurt-no-feelings
but im only being real when I say
nobody wants to hear there grandfather rap (uh uh)
and old men have heart attacks
and I dun wanna be responsible for that
so put the mic down and walk away
u can still have a little bit of dignity
(eminem talking)
haha, talkin about I have muthafuckas calling your crib
Bitch, you aint even got a fucking crib
You don't even got a fucking phone, you fucking punk
threatenin to, shut me down at your little source magazine if I come back at
you or attack you
bitch, you attacked me first take it like a man and shut the fuck up
fuck you little magazine to, I don't need your little fucking magazine
I got double XL's number anyways,
and ya'll cant stand it cause they gettin bigger than yall
oh, and by the way how did I look at the VMA's
when you was watchin me, from what ever TV you was watching me from
in Boston, the meanstreet to Boston
fucking sissy
and you gotta stand up you mutha fucka
suck my mutha fuckin Dick
oh, and for those that don't know
don't get it twisted
the SOURCE has a white owner!
Added 09/20/2011
Thanks mrmarcus
| Other Lyrics from 8 Mile Soundtrack by Eminem |
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