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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeGo To Sleep
[Eminem]I ain't gonna eat, I ain't gonna sleepAin't gonna breathe, til I see, what I wanna seeAnd what I wanna see, is you go to sleep, in the dirtPermanently, you just being hurt, this ain't gonna workFor me, it just wouldn't be, sufficient enoughCuz we, are just gonna be, enemiesAs long as we breathe, I don't ever see, either of usComing to terms, where we can agreeThere ain't gonna be, no reason, speakin wit meYou speak on my seed, then me, no speak EnglaisSo we gonna beef, and keep on beefin, unlessYou're gonna agree, to meet with me in the fleshAnd settle this face to face, and you're gonna seeA demon unleashed in me, that you've never seenAnd you're gonna see, this gangsta pee on himselfI see you D-12, and thanks, but me need no helpMe do this one all by my lonely, I don't need fifteen of my homiesWhen I see you, I'm seeing you, me and you onlyWe never met, but best believe you gon' know meWhen I'm this close, to see you exposed as phonyCome on, bitch, show me, pick me up, throw meLift me up, hold me, just like you told meYou was gonna do, that's what I thought, you're pitifulI'm rid of you, all you, Ja, you'll get it too![Chorus]Now go to sleep bitch!Die, motherfucker, die! Ugh, time's up, bitch, close ya eyesGo to sleep, bitch! (what?)Why are you still alive? How many times I gotta say, close ya eyes?And go to sleep bitch! (what?)Die motherfucker die, bye, bye, motherfucker, bye, bye!Go to sleep bitch! (what?)Why are you still alive? Why, die motherfucker, ah, ah, ah......Go to sleep bitch![Obie Trice]We got you niggaz, nervousOn purpose, to hurt your focus, you'se not MC's, you'se worthlessYou'se not them G's, you'se a circus, you'se no appeal, pleaseYou'se curtains, you use words, cool heard, slurred in two thousand thirdYou'se purpin, you'se no threat, who's ya servin?We lyrically oughta bury you beneath the dirt whenYou fuck with a label overseein the EarthShady muthafucka, O. Trice's birthAnd as I mold, I become a curseSo we can put down the verse, take it to the turfCock and squeeze, and he who reach the hearse is he whoDepicts fiction in his verseAnd as I breathe, and you be deceasedThe world believe you deceived just to speakYou'se not the streets, you'se the deskUse not your chest nigga, use a vestBefore two's choose ya rest, you chose deathSix feet deep, nigga, that's the debt[Chorus][DMX]Hey dog, I'ma walk like a beast, talk like the streetsI'ma stay blazin New York wit the heatStalk on the beat, walk wit my feetUnderstand my pain, the rain ain't sweetPeep how I'm moving, peep where I'm goingShit don't seep, then sleep not knowinBut I'ma keep growing, getting larger than lifeEasy-going with the same one that started the fightHe be knowing how dog get, when dog gone biteTried to show him the dog shit, it's dog for lifeGrand champ, and my Blood Line is tightCuz it's all good, it's all rightNiggas tried to holla, but couldn't holla backNow they gots to swallow, everything in the sacBlood Line, and, we can go track for trackDamn dog, why'd you have to do them niggas like that?[Chorus][Eminem]All you motherfuckers! take that!Here, take this too, bitch! Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Waaaaaahoo!We're killin all you motherfuckers dead, all you!Fake ass gangsters! No more press! No more press!Rot, motherfuckers, rot! Decay, in the dirt, bitch, in the motherfucking dirt!Die nameless, bitch, die nameless! No more fame!Ahhhhhhhhhh! Hahahaha
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