gospel with eminem

Dr. Dre

Yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
What? (Uh) What? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Dre, you ready? (Woo, woo, woo, woo)
C mon (yo, we gotta do whatever)
Alright (check, check, check, check, check)
Get em!

Cut em undercover, timeless
Ready for em, progress
Feelin like I m just gettin started
Two shots back for my dearly departed
Uh, you are now dealin with a monster
Boss shit, profits
Doc Dre, bitch, I m a prophet
Black Wall Street, niggas know where the stock is
Heh, try me
Niggas never see me, but it ain t hard to find me
Heh, unwinding
Shit s blinding, still grinding
Uprising, agh
Stop talking bout the past, I m the future, nigga
Agh
Nigga like me still here, motherfucker, go figure
Lookin for my next gold digger
This summer here gon be colder than winter
Already told you, I fold you like hundreds of billions
And you can go missing, put that on my children
Bet that, nigga, what?
Regret that, run it up
Heh, and I m about to sum it up
This shit here that problem
Livin at the bottom of a bottle
Full throttle my motto, eh
Fuckin with me like fuckin with the lotto
That awful in your nostril
In a brothel, this is gospel
Yeah, I ma need all that, pronto

Yes, I, yes, I, yes, I ride till I die
Give a fuck if you bitches die
Put a motherfucking hole in your face
Back up, bitch, don t even try
I am that motherfucker, been the coldest
Why you on that? No one know us
Overdosed on what dope is (Yeah)
Hip-hop shit sell better than the coke did

Like a satanic cult, it s
An old ritual slaughtering Goats, bitch (Goats, bitch, yeah)
You re fucking with the original, flow s sick
And anybody can get it-Covid (fuck with that?)
I done wrote shit
That was so sharp, I could slit my own fucking throat with it
So rich, I got more chips than my shoulders
And I m about as approachable as a roach is (Roach is)
Yeah, so better steer clear from him
Here comes a nuclear bomb for your eardrums
Lyricism at its most fearsome and fierce
We re on another tier like a tear duct s upper echelon (yeah)
Your career sucked (meaning what?) , it was sheer luck (like what?)
Like a fuckin leprechaun with its beard cut
(Still a) Punisher, weapon drawn with a beer gut (haha)
You re slower than a Decepticon with its gear stuck
(And I what?) I serial kill, and you re Kellogg s (what?)
I love checks and I hate tricks
And you re a fake bitch (bitch)
I could spot you like you bout to weight lift (yeah)
Bitch, I m badder than cake mix
(But I) Can t be whipped with egg beaters (nah)
You cunts must be out of your labias
And God is my alias, so if I don t have faith in me
Then it basically makes me an atheist (woo!)
Nate Diaz got the world by the tracheas
In a chokehold and a sleeper
Yeah, and me and Dre are like dog hair (woof)
We re both in our lab coats like retrievers (grr)
But like a Doberman, I m a whole different breed of (what?)
Animal mutt mixed with a overachiever (yeah)
Oh, you re the king of rap? You re bout to be overthrown
Like a pass over the head of an open receiver
This shit could end up comin to blows like a wiener (haha)
But I ain t finished puttin these hoes through the wringer (nah)
Like clothes in between the two rollers, and- wait, no
What I mean is flows interwoven, I treat em like thread (why?)
That s how I wound up sewin Machine up
So, fucks, if you don t give up me, then
Time to ride or die
cause you re either both or you re neither (yeah, yeah)
Throw a middle finger up if you re rollin
but, me, I m gonna (yeah, yeah)

Ride till I die
Give a fuck if you bitches die
Put a motherfucking hole in your face
Back up, bitch, don t even try
I am that motherfucker, been the coldest
Why you on that? No one know us
Overdosed on what dope is
Hip-hop shit sell better than the coke did