Nail In The Coffin歌词
  • 歌手:Eminem
    歌词出处:http://www.5nd.com
    This mother-fcuker again?

    Just won't shut up will you,

    Talkin' bout I owe you,

    Bitch you owe me, I'm promoting you right now.

    Lets put this nail in the coffin.

    I dont wanna be like this

    I don't really wanna hurt-no-feelings

    but I'm only being real when i say

    nobody wants to hear there grandfather rap (nope)

    and old men have heart attacks

    and I don't wanna be responsible for that

    so put the mic down and walk away

    u can still have a little bit of dignity

    (verse 1)

    I would never claim to be no

    Ray Benzino

    an 83 year old, fake Pacino

    so how can he hold me over some balcony

    without throwing his lower back out

    as soon as he goes to lift me

    please don't, you'll probably fall with me

    and our asses will both be history

    but then again you finally get your wish

    cause you'll be all over the street like 50 cent

    fucking punk, pussy, fuck you chump

    give me a one-on-one see if I don't fuck you up

    tryen to jump the ruff ryders and they cut you up

    and you put Jada on a track, thats how much you suck dick in the industry

    swear that you in the streets hustling

    you sit behind a fucking desk at the Source butt kissing

    and begging muthafuckas for guest appearances

    and you cant even get the clearance

    cause real lyricists dont evan respect you or take you serious

    it's not that we dont like you... we hate you period!

    talk about a midlife crises daam

    last week u was shakein obie trices' hand

    now he's a busta? what the fucks with that

    get on a track dissing us, kissing 50's ass

    and asken me what i know about inditement, bite me!

    Bitch i got 2 case's and probation, Fight me!

    what do i know about standing in front of a judge ,like a man

    ready to take whatever sentence he ,has

    what you know about your wife slicing her wrists

    right in front of the only thing you have in this world,

    a little girl

    and i'll put that on her

    when this is all over

    i would never try to make her a star, and eat off her

    i don't shit about no shopping rocks

    but what you know about hip-hop, shops, rocking spots

    well your the only white boy up in that bitch just ripping

    pressing up your own flyers, and your stickers , sticking

    them bitches up after spending 6 hours at kinkos

    making copies of you covers of cassette singles

    to sell them out of the trunk of your tracer

    spending your whole pay check on disc makers

    what you know about being bullied over half your life

    oh thats right, you should know what thats like, your half white

    vanilla ice full of beans and rice, im eating you alive inside, Jesus Christ!

    If you that much of a gangsta put the mic down

    you should be out killing muthafuckas right now

    kill a muthafucka dead, kill him dead bitch

    shoot him in the fucking head, go ahead bitch

    slap my mom, slap the fuck out of her

    she can't sue you, she wouldn't get a buck out of you

    cause your broke as fuck, you suck

    your a fucking joke , if u was really selling coke

    well then what the fuck you stop for dummy!

    if u slew some crack

    you'd make alot more money than you do from rap

    you'll never have no security, you'll never be famous

    you'll never know what is like to be rich, life's a bitch aint it

    Rayman, here let me me break this shit down in lamens

    terms for you just to make sure

    that you can understand this and cannabis aint using to many complicated

    fucking words for you

    here then let me slow it down for you so that you can understand it slower

    let it go dog its over

    i dont wanna be like this

    i don't really wanna hurt-no-feelings

    but im only being real when i say

    nobody wants to hear there grandfather rap (uh uh)

    and old men have heart attacks

    and i don't wanna be responsible for that

    so put the mic down and walk away

    u can still have a little bit of dignity

    (eminem talking)

    haha, talkin about i have muthafuckas calling your crib

    Bitch, you aint evan got a fucking crib

    You don't evan got a fucking phone, you fucking punk

    threatening to, shut me down at your little source magazine if i come back at

    you or attack you

    bitch, you attacked me first take it like a man and shut the fuck up

    fuck you little magazine to, i don't need your little fucking magazine

    i got double XL's number anyways,

    and y'all cant stand it cause they gettin bigger than yall

    oh, and by the way how did I look at the VMA's?

    when you was watchin me, from what ever fuckin TV you was watching me from

    in Boston, the mean-streets of Boston

    fucking sissy

    and you gotta stand up you mutha fucka

    suck my mutha fucking Dick

    oh, and for those that dont know

    dont get it twisted

    the Source has a white owner!
  • This mother-fcuker again?

    Just won't shut up will you,

    Talkin' bout I owe you,

    Bitch you owe me, I'm promoting you right now.

    Lets put this nail in the coffin.

    I dont wanna be like this

    I don't really wanna hurt-no-feelings

    but I'm only being real when i say

    nobody wants to hear there grandfather rap (nope)

    and old men have heart attacks

    and I don't wanna be responsible for that

    so put the mic down and walk away

    u can still have a little bit of dignity

    (verse 1)

    I would never claim to be no

    Ray Benzino

    an 83 year old, fake Pacino

    so how can he hold me over some balcony

    without throwing his lower back out

    as soon as he goes to lift me

    please don't, you'll probably fall with me

    and our asses will both be history

    but then again you finally get your wish

    cause you'll be all over the street like 50 cent

    fucking punk, pussy, fuck you chump

    give me a one-on-one see if I don't fuck you up

    tryen to jump the ruff ryders and they cut you up

    and you put Jada on a track, thats how much you suck dick in the industry

    swear that you in the streets hustling

    you sit behind a fucking desk at the Source butt kissing

    and begging muthafuckas for guest appearances

    and you cant even get the clearance

    cause real lyricists dont evan respect you or take you serious

    it's not that we dont like you... we hate you period!

    talk about a midlife crises daam

    last week u was shakein obie trices' hand

    now he's a busta? what the fucks with that

    get on a track dissing us, kissing 50's ass

    and asken me what i know about inditement, bite me!

    Bitch i got 2 case's and probation, Fight me!

    what do i know about standing in front of a judge ,like a man

    ready to take whatever sentence he ,has

    what you know about your wife slicing her wrists

    right in front of the only thing you have in this world,

    a little girl

    and i'll put that on her

    when this is all over

    i would never try to make her a star, and eat off her

    i don't shit about no shopping rocks

    but what you know about hip-hop, shops, rocking spots

    well your the only white boy up in that bitch just ripping

    pressing up your own flyers, and your stickers , sticking

    them bitches up after spending 6 hours at kinkos

    making copies of you covers of cassette singles

    to sell them out of the trunk of your tracer

    spending your whole pay check on disc makers

    what you know about being bullied over half your life

    oh thats right, you should know what thats like, your half white

    vanilla ice full of beans and rice, im eating you alive inside, Jesus Christ!

    If you that much of a gangsta put the mic down

    you should be out killing muthafuckas right now

    kill a muthafucka dead, kill him dead bitch

    shoot him in the fucking head, go ahead bitch

    slap my mom, slap the fuck out of her

    she can't sue you, she wouldn't get a buck out of you

    cause your broke as fuck, you suck

    your a fucking joke , if u was really selling coke

    well then what the fuck you stop for dummy!

    if u slew some crack

    you'd make alot more money than you do from rap

    you'll never have no security, you'll never be famous

    you'll never know what is like to be rich, life's a bitch aint it

    Rayman, here let me me break this shit down in lamens

    terms for you just to make sure

    that you can understand this and cannabis aint using to many complicated

    fucking words for you

    here then let me slow it down for you so that you can understand it slower

    let it go dog its over

    i dont wanna be like this

    i don't really wanna hurt-no-feelings

    but im only being real when i say

    nobody wants to hear there grandfather rap (uh uh)

    and old men have heart attacks

    and i don't wanna be responsible for that

    so put the mic down and walk away

    u can still have a little bit of dignity

    (eminem talking)

    haha, talkin about i have muthafuckas calling your crib

    Bitch, you aint evan got a fucking crib

    You don't evan got a fucking phone, you fucking punk

    threatening to, shut me down at your little source magazine if i come back at

    you or attack you

    bitch, you attacked me first take it like a man and shut the fuck up

    fuck you little magazine to, i don't need your little fucking magazine

    i got double XL's number anyways,

    and y'all cant stand it cause they gettin bigger than yall

    oh, and by the way how did I look at the VMA's?

    when you was watchin me, from what ever fuckin TV you was watching me from

    in Boston, the mean-streets of Boston

    fucking sissy

    and you gotta stand up you mutha fucka

    suck my mutha fucking Dick

    oh, and for those that dont know

    dont get it twisted

    the Source has a white owner!