lucifer with sly pyper

Eminem

The coup de grâce is the final shot
Right between the eyes
Also known (Haha) as the kill shot (People, yeah)
Something to stop the pain
(Woo, it feels so good to be back)
Bad
Alright, here we go, alright, I ma start this, I got it

Before I get banned, kicked off Twitter
And TikTok cause they so damn ticked off, bitter
They want me to bounce (Like what?)
like a fabric softener
We just got rid of Ye, go kick rocks with him (Ayy)
But Dre on beats with the white-faced blondie on the mic
Is like (What?) havin Steady B and Cool C in the ride
Like we rap and did a little bank robbery on the side
So they want beef, we can make like Bonnie and collide
Haters can meet the same exact fate as my dad, wait
Least he didn t miss me graduate (Okay, yeah, great)
But, Mom, do I still act eight?
Uh, maybe a little, Debbie (What?)
like a snack cake (Slut)

But if this is what he do to his mom
Imagine what he d do to you, I m a lunatic armed
And if it s you I use to clip on, for you to respond
Is ludicrous, ma, look at what your uterus spawned, Lucifer

Must be a cold day in Hell (Yeah)
tell me, what have we done? (Woah)
Take me out my misery, I bought Heaven
when it was up for sale
and now I need a refund, bae
(Yeah, wait, what the fuck? Where d I put my?)

I think someone messed with my meds probably
(Yo, who took my?)
I bet it s my ex, Molly, that I ve bludgeoned to death
Already severed the head
I smell the fresh scent of flesh rotting
So it s breakfast in bed
if I wake up next to a dead body (Ah)
Multiple lacerations, contusions, abrasions, bruises
Hallucinations, delusions, abusive, my language usage
They lose it when Dre produced it
as soon as he plays the music
It s lunacy, treat the beat like a choice
Shady chews it
Now all I see is dollar signs, losers
Bitch, I was in them trenches
like them Columbine shooters
I was down bad, broke
and almost abandoned hope (Now what?)
Now my followers are like a Satanic cult (What?)
Yeah, they listen to me like when Manson spoke (Shh)
They say I don t know struggle no more, that s a joke (Haha)
Bitch, the fuckin elevator in my mansion s broke (See?)
I have to walk like half a block
to get a can of Coke (Damn)
And Candace O, I ain t mad at her (Ah)
I ain t gon throw the fact bitch forgot
she was Black back at her
Laugh at her like them crackers
she s backin after her back is turned
In a cute MAGA hat with her brand-new
White Lives Matter shirt (Haha, nope)
Or say this MAGA dirtbag in a skirt
Just opened the biggest can of worms
on the whole planet Earth
Call her Grand Wizard (Yeah), Klandace (Haha)
or Grand Dragon, or
Like the national anthem, I won t stand for the tramp (Why?)
But I can t diss her cause my plans
are to get in her pants and I ll blow my chance
if I answer back to her
My shit is like taking Deborah Mathers at her word
Yeah, I m that absurd, we had a spat, then afterwards
We squashed the beef like a hamburger patty
or should I say gigantic turd?
Cause I put that shit to bed like Amber Heard
at a Mattress Firm (Slut)
But if this is what he do to his mom (Pfft)
Imagine what he d do to you (Ha), I m a lunatic armed
And if it s you I use to clip on, for you to respond
Is ludicrous, ma, look at what your uterus spawned, Lucifer

This must be a cold day in Hell (Yeah)
tell me, what have we done? (Woah)
Take me out my misery, I bought Heaven
when it was up for sale
and now I need a refund, bae (Yeah)

So whether you friend or you are foe (Woah)
Far as bars go, even fuckin retards know (Yeah)
That as far as smoke with me
I don t think it d be smart, so (Woah)
Might as well go lookin for smoke
with Lamar, bro (Yeah, yeah)
But, Marshall
You re gettin more perverse every time
you record a verse and
It s like you came from 2000
stepped out a portal, cursin
Hurlin horrible slurs towards the world and
Why can t you make fun of people
behind their backs like a normal person?
But when you reach these heights
freedom of speech dies (What?)
With every line that I recite
them PC police try
To throw me in jail with no bail like a peace prize
For all of them years (What?)
they reduced me to tears (Yeah)
Tried to shrink me to pea-sized
only to see my (What?)
Self-esteem rise
now these are my replies (Mm)
They made me eat shit (Shit)
I fed it back to em three times (Yeah)
Stepfather s the only (What?) one I ever been beat by (Ha)
Squeeze mics like Burmese py? (Yeah)
Thons (Yeah), here s for each time (What?)
You sleep on the flow (What?), ho
you hear these strings climb (Yeah)
You reap what you sow (So what?)
so first I must weave rhymes (Yeah)
So seamlessly, then I ma leave eyes
In a state of disbelief, my
Genius is a trait, so the gap s
in our genes, right? (Haha, the gap)
At least that s what it seems like
And I m Lucifer and Dre s the producer for the antichrist