Eminem - Nail in the coffin lyrics

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[Eminem] This motherfu*ker here, just wont shut up will you? Talk about I owe you, bitch you owe me Promote me right now Man lets put the nail in his coffin [Chorus] I dont want to be like this I dont really want to hurt no feelins But Im only bein real when I say nobody wants to hear their grandfather rap nope Old men have heart attacks and I dont want to be responsible for that so Put the mic down and walk away You can still have a little bit of dignity [verse 1] I would never claim to be no great Benzino an 83 year old fake Pachino So how can he hold me over some balcony without throwin his lower back out as soon as he goes to lift me Please dont, you'll probably fall with me and our asses will both be history But then again you'll finnally get your wish cuz you'll be all over the street like 50 Cent Fu*kin punk pussy fu*k you chump gimme a one-on-one see if I don't fu*k 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 hustlin You sit behind a fu*kin desk at The Source butt-kissin and beggin motherfu*kers for guest appearences and you can even get the clearances cuz real lyricists dont even respect you or take you serious Its not that we dont like you, we hate you - period Talk about a mid-life crisis damn last week you was shakin Obie Trice's hand Now hes a busta? What the fu*ks with that? Get on a track dissin us kissin 50's ass and askin me what I know about inditements-bite me bitch I got two cases, and probation - fight me! What do I know about standin in front of a judge like a man ready to take whatever sentence he hands 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 put that on her, when this is all over I would never try to make her a star and eat off her I dont know shit about no shoppin rocks But what you know about hip-hop shops rockin spots? When your the only white boy in that bitch just rippin pressin up your own flyers and your stickers stickin them bitches up after spendin six hours at Kinkos Just makin copys of your covers of casette singles and sell them out the trunk of your Tracer Spendin your whole paycheck at Disc Makers What you know about bein bullied over half your life? Oh thats right, you know what thats like, your half white Vanilla Ice,spill the beans and rice, Im eaten you alive inside Jesus Christ, if your that much of a gangster, put the mic down You should be out killin motherfu*kers right now Kill a motherfu*ker dead, kill'em dead bitch Shoot'em in the fu*kin head, go ahead bitch Slap my mom, slap the fu*k outa her! She cant sue you, she wouldn't get a buck out of you Cuz your broke as fu*k you suck your a fu*kin joke If you was really sellin coke, well then what the fu*k you stop for dummy? If you slew some crack you'd make alot more money than you do from rap You never had no security, you'll never be famous You'll never now what its like to be rich, lifes a bitch aint it? Raymond, here, let me break this shit down in lamens terms for you just to make sure that you can understand this and Canibus they usin too many complicated fu*kin words for you Here then let me slow it down for you so you can understand if I say it slower: Let it go dawg it's over [Chorus] [Eminem talkin] Haha Talkin bout I have motherfu*kers callin your crib bitch you aint even got a fu*kin crib You aint even got a fu*kin phone, fu*kin punk Threatened to shut me down at your little fu*kin Source magazine if I come back then you would attack me, bitch you attacked me first take it like a man and shut the fu*k up and fu*k your little magazine too I dont need your fu*kin magazine, I got XXL number anywayz And yall cant stand it cuz there gettin bigger than yall oh, and by the way, howed I look on the VMAs? When you was watchin me from whatever fu*kin TV you was watchin me from in Boston The mean streets of Boston, fu*kin sissy Like you got us scared in the motherfu*ker, suck our motherfu*kin dicks Oh, and for those thats dont know, dont get it twisted yo, the Source has a white owner

[Eminem]
This motherfu*ker here, just wont shut up will you?
Talk about I owe you, bitch you owe me

Promote me right now
Man lets put the nail in his coffin

[Chorus]
I dont want to be like this
I dont really want to hurt no feelins
But Im only bein real when I say nobody wants to hear their grandfather rap nope
Old men have heart attacks
and I dont want to be responsible for that so
Put the mic down and walk away
You can still have a little bit of dignity

[verse 1]
I would never claim to be no great Benzino
an 83 year old fake Pachino
So how can he hold me over some balcony
without throwin his lower back out as soon as he goes to lift me
Please dont, you'll probably fall with me
and our asses will both be history
But then again you'll finnally get your wish
cuz you'll be all over the street like 50 Cent
Fu*kin punk pussy fu*k you chump
gimme a one-on-one see if I don't fu*k 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 hustlin
You sit behind a fu*kin desk at The Source butt-kissin
and beggin motherfu*kers for guest appearences
and you can even get the clearances cuz real lyricists
dont even respect you or take you serious
Its not that we dont like you, we hate you - period
Talk about a mid-life crisis damn
last week you was shakin Obie Trice's hand
Now hes a busta? What the fu*ks with that?
Get on a track dissin us kissin 50's ass
and askin me what I know about inditements-bite me
bitch I got two cases, and probation - fight me!
What do I know about standin in front of a judge like a man
ready to take whatever sentence he hands
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 put that on her, when this is all over
I would never try to make her a star and eat off her
I dont know shit about no shoppin rocks
But what you know about hip-hop shops rockin spots?
When your the only white boy in that bitch just rippin
pressin up your own flyers and your stickers stickin
them bitches up after spendin six hours at Kinkos
Just makin copys of your covers of casette singles
and sell them out the trunk of your Tracer
Spendin your whole paycheck at Disc Makers
What you know about bein bullied over half your life?
Oh thats right, you know what thats like, your half white
Vanilla Ice,spill the beans and rice, Im eaten you alive inside
Jesus Christ, if your that much of a gangster, put the mic down
You should be out killin motherfu*kers right now
Kill a motherfu*ker dead, kill'em dead bitch
Shoot'em in the fu*kin head, go ahead bitch
Slap my mom, slap the fu*k outa her!
She cant sue you, she wouldn't get a buck out of you
Cuz your broke as fu*k you suck your a fu*kin joke
If you was really sellin coke, well then what the fu*k
you stop for dummy? If you slew some crack
you'd make alot more money than you do from rap
You never had no security, you'll never be famous
You'll never now what its like to be rich, lifes a bitch aint it?
Raymond, here, let me break this shit down in lamens
terms for you just to make sure that you can understand this
and Canibus they usin too many complicated fu*kin words for you
Here then let me slow it down for you
so you can understand if I say it slower:
Let it go dawg it's over

[Chorus]

[Eminem talkin]
Haha
Talkin bout I have motherfu*kers callin your crib
bitch you aint even got a fu*kin crib
You aint even got a fu*kin phone, fu*kin punk
Threatened to shut me down at your little fu*kin Source magazine
if I come back then you would attack me, bitch you attacked me first
take it like a man and shut the fu*k up
and fu*k your little magazine too
I dont need your fu*kin magazine, I got XXL number anywayz
And yall cant stand it cuz there gettin bigger than yall
oh, and by the way, howed I look on the VMAs?
When you was watchin me from whatever fu*kin TV you was watchin me from in Boston
The mean streets of Boston, fu*kin sissy
Like you got us scared in the motherfu*ker, suck our motherfu*kin dicks
Oh, and for those thats dont know, dont get it twisted yo, the Source has a white owner