Bad Guys Always DieThe Wild.. Gotham The Wild.. West {*BANG BANG, BANG*} Ha ha, riiiiide.. [Dr. Dre] All you see is the sun, reflectin off of the gun I'm ready for the showdown, that go down at one Sweat on my brow, let's settle it now I'ma show you how real cowboys get down I'm polishin gold, waitin for this drama to unfold I got a {blunt} rolled Feelin bold, gangsters blood runs cold It's time to reload this old .45 colt The wind's gusty, it's hot, muggy and dusty Bust a couple shots, make sure I'm not rusty It's passed noon, he should be here soon Sip a little moonshine inside a saloon All of a sudden I can hear the sound of hoofs Sounds like a thousand wolves I cock back, put the toast in the holster and froze I pose like a poster, he's closer than close I hold the heat sturdy, I heard he fight's dirty But I'ma put thirty inside him and leave early And just when I went to fill him with hot lead I put the gun to his head, and this is what he said [Eminem] You never met me, and you'll probably never see me again But I know you - the name's Slim - you want revenge? Then don't shoot, I'm in the same boots as you I'm tellin the truth, I got a price on my head too, cause when you.. Chorus: You ride like a cowboy toward the sun And life ain't fun, when you're on the run Got your gold and you got your gun But life as an outlaw just begun Got your shotgun by your side Got your horse and you got your pride You ride til there ain't no place to hide It's sad cause the bad guys always die [Dr. Dre] + (Eminem) He was "Shady," I seen by the look on his face He said take ten paces {shit} I took eight Spun around and I aimed straight for the brain My {shit} went bang but it only fired a blank, he said (You need bullets, hurry up run!) {*imitating Slick Rick*} I put a clip in the gun, and pointed at his lungs We both drew at the same time and stood stunned (Go ahead, shoot me, but I'm not the one you want) I figured he was tellin the truth, that's why I didn't shoot So what we gon' do, it's on you (Do you recall when you and Snoop was a group?) The Chronic! (Well all we gotta do is find a map to part two) (And plus I know who's got it) Who? (Some old dude, he's got 26 plaques and he already sold two) Loaded up my saddle, got ready for battle Hid two pieces of gold inside of my saddle We rolled two miles until we hit the spot An old ghost town that everybody forgot A place where they used to smoke chronic a lot Slim grabbed the shotgun (Dre here's the plot) (Eminem) This is the spot, they call him Doc Loveless He's goin around sayin he took the game from us [Let's shoot him in his kneecaps, he'll never see it comin] But he ain't got no legs, they cut 'em off at the stomach He's got mechanical legs, he spins webs Plus he's well respected by the hip-hop heads Our mission - is to get him to stop layin eggs And we can put him on his back down a flight of steps [Dr. Dre] I drew two guns, spun them on my fingers Kicked the swingin doors in, started gun slinging I could hear somebody singin - it sounded like a "G Thang," And a verse from "Keep Their Heads Ringin" I said "It's Dre's Day," and started to spray Against 1800, he pulls a AK Hollow tips started flyin every which way (Eminem) That's when I seen Dre in trouble and came with the gauge I fired the first shot, spun his body around He hit the ground and landed upside down Dre grabbed the map, the plaques and the gold I grabbed two girlies and a {blunt} that's rolled Chorus 2X Always die.. The Wild.. Gotham The Wild.. West {*BANG BANG, BANG*} Ha ha, riiiiide.. Eminem Index Quitter[Eminem] Yo.. I dedicate to this.. to yo.. {*imitating Slick Rick*} To all my fans, keepin y'all in health Let's tell this Whitey Ford to go fuck himself Cause it's cruel when you cause a bad heart conditionin Which I create, cause that's my mission So listen close, to what we say Because this type of fag claims to never be gay, I.. {*rapping normally*} .. Knew you was jealous from the day that I met you I upset you, cause I get respect I pet you (boy) I'm even liked better by your niece and nephew (c'mon!) And now you hate Fred because Lethal left you Peckerwood mad cause his record went wood No respect in the hood, fled to his neck of the woods Got in touch with his roots, found the redneck in his blood And said, "Heck, country western rap records are good!!" So he picks the guitar up and he strums a few notes He can't rap, or sing, but he wants to do both (haha) Puts an album out and rules for part of the year Then Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit come from out of nowhere It's the start of an era, rock rap's harder this year No one's tryin to hear some fuckin old fart in a chair Sittin on stage, strummin acoustic guitar in your ear So you start to get scared, sit back and spark an idea Figure you can diss me to jump start your career I punch you in your fuckin chest 'til your heart kicks in gear (bitch) And fuck your underground buddy's nameless crew Like I'ma say they names so they can be famous too [Eminem *sung*] You just a.. quitter, and you bitter cause I came along And the days of House of Pain are gone And if you talk about my little girl in a song again I'ma kill you (I'ma kill you) You just a.. quitter, and you bitter cause I came along And the days of House of Pain are gone And if you talk about my little girl in a song again I'ma kill you (I'ma kill you) [Eminem] Yo.. heart attack to stroke from the crack you smoke To the rap you wrote, your fuckin answer back's a joke And I'ma tell these motherfuckin fans the truth The reason why you dissed me first and I answered you You said I passed you in a lobby and I glanced at you Like I ain't notice you? BITCH, I had a show to do! Like I'm supposed to be star-struck, come over to you You better shut your fuckin mouth while you oh-for-two Back in ninety-four Limp opened the show for you Rocked the crowd better and stole the whole show from you Took your motherfuckin DJ and stole him too So you fall in a slump and get all emotional So now you sing and mix slang with blues and pluck strings Confused as fuck cause now your music sucks dick Mr. Mr. Ass Kisser to get accepted in rap Quicker but never last, and Everlast is a.. You just a.. quitter, and you bitter cause I came along And the days of House of Pain are gone And if you talk about my little girl in a song again I'ma kill you (I'ma kill you) Aight listen (look) So this is what we ask of our fans If you ever see Everlast, WHOOP HIS ASS Hit him with sticks, bricks, rocks, throw shit at him Kick him, spit on him, treat him like a hoe, bitch-slap him Do it for me, do it for Fred, do it for Limp Do it for Rock, do it for rap, do it for Kid Do it for Ice-T, do it just to do it, fuck it He's a bitch, he ain't gon' hit you back, he's nothin! Shit in five years we'll all be "Eating at Whitey's" And he'll be bussin tables in that bitch, cleanin the toilets Aiyyo.. fuck this, cut this shit off Aiyyo Head, that's why I fucked your mother you fat motherfucker! Kill Whitey! - Hahaha Kill Whitey! - Detroit! What? What? Kill Whitey! - .. yo, yo Kill Whitey! - Haha! Look First off, fuck your songs and the shit you say Diss my wife, but at least I got a bitch, you gay You claim to be a Muslim but you Irish White So fuck you fat boy, drop the mic, let's fight Plus I punch you in the chest, weak hearts I rip Whitey Ford, forty and white, lethargic ass dickhead I keep 'em comin while you runnin out of breath Steady duckin while I'm punchin at your chest, you need to rest Dilated, go ask your people how I leave ya With your three CD's, nobody sees, when they released Evidence, don't fuck around with real MC's Who ain't ready for no underground beef, so fuck geeks I let you faggots know it's on for life But Everlast might die tonight, haha Fat boy murdered on wax and killed Fuck with me and take a heart pill, you know! [Eminem] Grab 380's when you see Slim Shady Call the doctor to heal your heart They shocked you back to life at the clinic But you 'bout to get relapsed any minute Honkey, I hit 'em up! Hahaha, yo check this out You faggots ain't even on my level I'ma let D-12 ride on you bitch-made ass faggots! [Kon Artis] Yo! Get out the way yo, get out the way yo Whitey Ford's heart just stopped Eminem shocked him back, he had another heart attack Whitey Ford's gettin his ass floored for talkin back Little faggot Hamburgular, I show you where the burgers are At your own restaraunt, while I'm servin ya Drop and stomp your whole heart 'til it stops Call the cops, I'ma beat your ass while they watch [Kuniva] Ha ha, now we got the whole industry makin fun of you Erik Where's your House of Pain now? There's only one of you Erik You a petty coward, you ain't ready to steady go a round With some killers from 7 Mile to the motherfuckin Belle Isle Bridge [Eminem] Grab 380's when you see Slim Shady Call the doctor to heal your heart They shocked you back to life at the clinic But you 'bout to get relapsed any minute Honkey, I hit 'em up! [Eminem] Got in his ass and now this faggot wanna mention me still This ain't no freestyle battle Everlast gettin killed With his chest open Tryin to throw a fuckin punch, but you just chokin Havin a stroke and now you learn why crackers never earned a dime Cause you SUCK motherfucker you should learn to rhyme Talkin 'bout you packin pistols but it's funny to me You ain't never been in trouble, you just wanna be me I'm a paleface killer whale On his way to fuckin prison, pistol whippin tail, ha Erik remember when I passed you in the lobby that day? That shit was obvious you probably was gay, ha Now it's all about country, you gave up hip-hop Forty-nine thousand copies, the week your shit drop While my sales makin records break Two and a half million scanned by the second week Motherfucker I hit 'em up! [Proof] I'm from Detroit's Pemberton Ave., where bullets tear you in half Fuck the music, we got an uzi for all you fags Get the shit out of our stereo, Dilated you violated Now you 'bout to get annihilated, we gon' bury you Iriscience get choked up and yoked up All you underground bitches get your throats cut [Swifty] What the fuck?! Is you stupid? I choke Whitey Ford with his fuckin guitar cord And stuff him in cardboard, chopped up in a box With sixteen parts, I stomped on his heart D-12, Amityville, fuck your mother while you watch Keep your restaraunt locked and block your door Cause we "Hit 'Em Up" like motherfuckin Tupac Shakur [Eminem] You a, "Black Jesus," heart attack seizures Too many cheeseburgers McDonald's Big Mac greases White devil, washed up honkey Mixed up cracker who crossed over to country Yo, aiyyo cut this shit off Fuck him, that's it, I'm done, I promise, I'm done, that's it I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I promise I just believe in kickin a man while he's down God damn! I quit Mention my daughter's name in a song again you fuckin punk Aiyyo.. Eminem Index |
