Eminem - Nails in the coffin

This mutha fucka man! Just won't shut up will you. Talkin about I owe you... bitch you owe me!
I'm promoting you right now. Let's put this nail in this coffin.

.::Hook::.
I don't wanna be like this, I don't really wanna hurt no feelings.
But I'm only being real when I say, nobody wants to hear their grandfather rap. (nope!)
Old men have heart attacks, and I don't wanna be responsible for that.
So Put the mic down and walk away, you can still have a little bit of dignity.

.::Verse::.
I would never claim to be no . . .
Ray Benzino .... an 83 year old fake pachino.
So how can he hold me over some balcony without throwing his lower back out as soon as he goes to lift me. (uhh!)
Please don't, you'll probably fall with me and our asses will both be history!
But then again you'll finally get your wish because you'll be all over the street like 50 Cent (hahahaha!)
Fuckin punk pussy, fuck you chump!
Gimme a one on one, see if I don't fuck you up!
You try 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.
You swear you were in the streets hustlin, you sit behind a fuckin desk at The Source butt kissin and beggin mutha fuckas for guest appearances and you can't even get the clearances because real lyricists don't even respect you or take you serious.
It's not that we don't like you, we hate you, period.
Talk about a mid-life crisis, damn ... last week you were shaking Obie Trice's hand.
Now hes a busta? What fucks with that, get on a track dissin us, kissin 50's ass and askin me what I know about enditments, bite me.
Bitch I got two cases and probation, FIGHT ME.
What do you know about standing in front of a judge like a man, ready to take whatever sentence he hands. Whatchu know about your wife slicing 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 don't know shit about no shoppin rocks, but whatchu know about it pop shot rocking spots.
Where your the only white boy in that b*tch just rippin.
Pressin up your own flyers and your stickers, sticking them bitches up after spending 6 hours a Kinkos, making copies of your covers for your cassette singles to sell um out of your trunk of your tracer.
Spending your whole pay checks at disc makers.
Whatchu you know about being bullied over half your life ...
Oh thats right, you should know what thats like, your half white (haha!)
Vanilla Ice spillin beans and rice, I'm eating you alive inside, jesus crist.
If your that much of a gangsta, put the mic down.
You should be out killin mutha fuckas right now!
Kill a mutha fucka dead! Kill him dead, bitch! Shot him the fuckin head!
Go ahead, bitch ... slap my mom! Slap the fuck outta her.
She can't sue you, she wouldn't get a buck outta you because your broke as fuck, you suck!
Your a fuckin choke! If you was really sellin coke, then what the fuck you stop for dummy?
If you slue some crack, you'd make a lot more money then you do from rap!
You'll never have no security, you'll never be famous.
You'll never know what it's like to be rich, lifes a bitch ... ain't it? Raymon?
Here let me break this shit down for you in lemans times for you just to make sure you can understand because Cannabis is using too many complicated fuckin words for you.
Here let me slow it down for you so that you can understand if I say it slower, let it go dawg its over.

.::Hook::.
I don't wanna be like this
I don't really wanna hurt no feelings
But I'm only being real when I say, nobody wants to hear their grandfather rap
Old men have heart attacks, and I don't wanna be responsible for that.
So, put the mic down and walk away, you can still have a little bit of dignity. (haha!)

.::Outro::.
Talkin about how I have mutha fuckas callin your crib.
Bitch, you don't even got a fuckin crib!
You ain't even got a fuckin phone.
Fuckin punk.
Threatenin to shut me down at your little fuckin Source magazine if I come back at you and attack you.
Bitch you attacked me first, take it like a man and shut the fuck up.
Fuck your little magazine too. I don't need your fuckin little magazine.
I got XXL's number anyways and ya'll can't stand it because they getting bigger then ya'll.
Oh, and by the way. How'd I look at the VMAS?
When you was watching me from whatever fuckin TV you were watching me from, in Boston.
In the mean streets of Boston.
Fuckin sissy.
Then you got us scared up in the mutha fucka? Suck my mutha fuckin dick!
Oh, and for those that don't know, don't get it twisted ya'll.
The Source has a white owner!

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