[Verse 1: Eminem]
Instinctive nature to bring the anguish (Yeah)
To the English language
With this ink, you haters get rode on like a piece of paper (Haha)
This rap shit got me travelin' place to place, you barely leave your house (House)
'Cause you're always stuck at your pad (Pad), it's stationary
Yeah, that's why when I brainstorm, gotta write it out (Write it out)
Simon Cowell of rhymin' foul, that's why you sound so shook
Wire bound notebook got tied around your throat
Hook it inside your mouth, go — "Hrruh"
That's what it's like when the mic is out
'Cause I'm tearin' at your flesh with it (Flesh with it)
'Til your larynx and neck are split
With these lyrics, weapons, expert with (Expert with)
Like hair extensions, extra clips (Extra clips)
And you're scared to effin' death of it (Death of it)
Bitch, you're starin' at a legend that (Legend that)
In a pair of Skechers, sweatshirt ripped (Sweatshirt ripped)
And hoodie black, should be strapped
To a chair or stretcher, electric, swear on every record, bitch (Record, bitch)
Finger so high in the air, I'll bet your senses flip (Senses flip)
Like a barometric pressure switch (Pressure switch)
Carin' less who I offend with this (With this)
I'm at your neck like Pez dispense (Pez dispense)
Go 'head, spit your flow, bitch!
Instinctive nature to bring the anguish (Yeah)
To the English language
With this ink, you haters get rode on like a piece of paper (Haha)
This rap shit got me travelin' place to place, you barely leave your house (House)
'Cause you're always stuck at your pad (Pad), it's stationary
Yeah, that's why when I brainstorm, gotta write it out (Write it out)
Simon Cowell of rhymin' foul, that's why you sound so shook
Wire bound notebook got tied around your throat
Hook it inside your mouth, go — "Hrruh"
That's what it's like when the mic is out
'Cause I'm tearin' at your flesh with it (Flesh with it)
'Til your larynx and neck are split
With these lyrics, weapons, expert with (Expert with)
Like hair extensions, extra clips (Extra clips)
And you're scared to effin' death of it (Death of it)
Bitch, you're starin' at a legend that (Legend that)
In a pair of Skechers, sweatshirt ripped (Sweatshirt ripped)
And hoodie black, should be strapped
To a chair or stretcher, electric, swear on every record, bitch (Record, bitch)
Finger so high in the air, I'll bet your senses flip (Senses flip)
Like a barometric pressure switch (Pressure switch)
Carin' less who I offend with this (With this)
I'm at your neck like Pez dispense (Pez dispense)
Go 'head, spit your flow, bitch!
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