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Eminem
Eminem
Stimme und Gesang
D. Parker
D. Parker
Tasteninstrumente
Erick Coomes
Erick Coomes
Gitarre
Mark Batson
Mark Batson
Tasteninstrumente
T. Lawrence Jr.
T. Lawrence Jr.
Tasteninstrumente
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Marshall Mathers
Marshall Mathers
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Andre Romell Young
Andre Romell Young
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Mark Batson
Mark Batson
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D. Parker
D. Parker
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T. Lawrence Jr.
T. Lawrence Jr.
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Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
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Dr. Dre
Dr. Dre
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Joe Strange
Joe Strange
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Mauricio "Veto" Iragorri
Mauricio "Veto" Iragorri
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Mike Strange
Mike Strange
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Yeah boy Them better ring the alarm, boy Them know what's coming, boy Buo buo buo, haha Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh my God, fucking bumbaclot, I'm hard as Kenard The little boy who shot Omar in the Wire Tie a whore up with barbed wire, you're nothin' but a brah, boy I'm the real deal and charbroiler on the bonfire And bon voyage, bitch I'm like Chef Boyardee In this bitch, send a bomb to my mom's lawyer I'm a problem for you, boy you think you're Tom Sawyer Til I pull you out the fuckin' storybook and stomp on you Fuckin' fictional characters and fairy tales Prepare yourselves for Captain America on ferris wheels But it ain't fiction, it's fact boy, beware, it's real Them lyrics you wield equal zero to a hero's shield Mr fly-by-the-seat-of-his-pants para-sail Or hit the trampoline, bounce, and grap a pair of stilts And I ain't wearing zilch, zip, zero, nothin', no, nada Like your father fucking your mother (Drop the bomb on 'em) Please don't drop the bomb on me, Shady please Please don't drop the bomb on me (Drop the bomb on 'em) I don't want no dog-gone beef, see Ain't no reason to sick the dogs on me (Drop the bomb on 'em) Please don't drop the bomb on me, Shady please Please don't drop the bomb on me (Drop the bomb on 'em) I don't want no dog-gone beef, see Ain't no reason to sick the dogs on me Boy, I'm the real McCoy, you little boys can't even fill voids Party's over, kids kill the noise, here come the killjoys Me and Dre, the steel alloys, the rap crown royals That scalp cowboys, now how that sound for you? Yeah, boy, you know we're 'bout to put it down for you So kick your shoes off and before you have a sound voyage Sayonara, see you fuckers tomorrow Get some R&R and marinate in some marinara And have a coke and a smile, don't make me open a jar Whip-ass on you, that's the last straw you're hopin' to draw Yeah, you're fresher than most, boy, I'm just doper than all Boy, I'm that boy boy, them boys, them no up to par I just show up, go up to the stage and blow up the spot There ain't no boy who can do what I do, boy, I'm a star Boy, I told you, boy, I'm a soldier boy, I'm Deshaun Holton in this bitch, I'm the Proof, boy, you're a fraud I'll destroy you, boy, fuck around and blow you to sod Oh my God boy, you didn't go there, boy, you did not I got a whole storyboard for you, boy, you're the plot You're gettin' got whether you try to avoid it or not Apology not accepted, boy, Detroit is a rock We get to beefin' ain't no tellin' at what point it'll stop All I got to do is point to the spot, when the bomb drops Boy, does it drop, and when it does, boy, there's a problem (Drop the bomb on 'em) Please don't drop the bomb on me, Shady please Please don't drop the bomb on me (Drop the bomb on 'em) I don't want no dog-gone beef, see Ain't no reason to sick the dogs on me (Drop the bomb on 'em) Please don't drop the bomb on me, Shady please Please don't drop the bomb on me (Drop the bomb on 'em) I don't want no dog-gone beef, see Ain't no reason to sick the dogs on me Boy, don't jinx yourself, boy, I'm Micheal Spinks with the belt Stringer Bell, boy, my name rings bells for itself I'm sick as hell, boy, you better run and tell someone else Bringin' hell, boy, sing them telegrams and get dealt And to that boy on them sedative meds who said he was better I bet he never seen Freddy in a black and red little sweater Back better than ever, the cheddar shredder The grater, the beef grinder, I'll settle vendettas a little later Givin' haters incubators, think you made a mistake By sayin' Shady was ghost, I ain't even close to the gate You got one foot in the grave, just stay put and behave I'm 'bout to turn this fuckin' place to Beirut in a day So, hey, wouldn't you say I'm the shit? couldn't agree With you more if you were to say that my fuckin' shit doesn't stink Shady fucking Aftermath, boy, the ship doesn't sink It just floats in the fuckin' water 'til we fill up the tank (Drop the bomb on 'em) Please don't drop the bomb on me, Shady please Please don't drop the bomb on me (Drop the bomb on 'em) I don't want no dog-gone beef, see Ain't no reason to sick the dogs on me (Drop the bomb on 'em) Please don't drop the bomb on me, Shady please Please don't drop the bomb on me (Drop the bomb on 'em) I don't want no dog-gone beef, see Ain't no reason to sick the dogs on me
Writer(s): Andre Romell Young, Marshall B. Mathers Iii, Dawaun W. Parker, Trevor Lawrence, Mark Christopher Batson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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