[Chorus: Skam2? & Eminem]
Yo, I'm tryna be the
Man of the day, three-six-five a year
See, the bullshit you sayin', Skam ain't tryna hear (Fuck that!)
Bustin' lyrics in the air, keepin' some up in the chamber
(Yo Skam, what the fuck you doin'?) Man, I'm releasin' anger!
I'm tryna be the illest of the day, three-six-five a year
So that bullshit you sayin', Shady ain't tryna hear (Uh-uh)
Spittin' lyrics in your ear, keepin' some up in the chamber
Ayo Shady, what the fuck you doin'? (I'm releasin' anger!)
[Interlude: Harry Sinclair]
You know what they're saying about you, don't you?
You've got funny in the head!
A real bloody weirdo! (Hahaha)
[Verse 1: Skam2? & Eminem]
Man
I'm tired of bein' tired, every time I wake up
Tired of these fake ducks, tired of bein' late for the bus (Hey, wait up)
Tired of all be blendin', and endin' up datin' sluts
So my facial expression stay stuck up, and shut the fuck up! (Shut the fuck up)
To the pretty ass rappers, that ain't shit without make-up
Wake up gold-diggin' bitches, the buck stops here
The road to riches is closed for repairs
If the shoe ain't fittin', girl, leave that shit alone
You ain't Erykah Badu, what I look like, Tyrone?
I rip a tissue out your ear, spittin' like I don't care
My hair look like I ain't comb this shit in damn near a year
Side burn zig-zag, I leave the next man with his heels up
Brain dead to be reincarnated at a speed bump
When we done we skate hard, so you don't land shit
Suck Skam's dick, gargle with a dead man's spit (Hahaha)
Yo, that's it, I don't plan shit, you know how it go down
They need to slow down, and take a look who the ho now
At every industry party, gettin' so damn drunk
Can't remember the last ass you kissed, or dick you sucked
Remind me of my ex, industry got me vexed
Try roll up on Miami, leave with a broke neck
Oh shit, lethal lyric equal landmine
I be stackin' up White rappers like I'm throwin' gang signs
And I'm buck wild, exposin' the plain truth
You couldn't mess with me, fuckin' shit up in the same room
Hey you, I don't know you but fuck it, let me get a dollar
For this bad karma that go along with the breath
Some sort of mad bomber, and steal the show like a theft
'Cause in Miami, the baby jammin' like three up in the chamber
(Yo, Skam, what the fuck you doin'?) Man
Yo, I'm tryna be the
Man of the day, three-six-five a year
See, the bullshit you sayin', Skam ain't tryna hear (Fuck that!)
Bustin' lyrics in the air, keepin' some up in the chamber
(Yo Skam, what the fuck you doin'?) Man, I'm releasin' anger!
I'm tryna be the illest of the day, three-six-five a year
So that bullshit you sayin', Shady ain't tryna hear (Uh-uh)
Spittin' lyrics in your ear, keepin' some up in the chamber
Ayo Shady, what the fuck you doin'? (I'm releasin' anger!)
[Interlude: Harry Sinclair]
You know what they're saying about you, don't you?
You've got funny in the head!
A real bloody weirdo! (Hahaha)
[Verse 1: Skam2? & Eminem]
Man
I'm tired of bein' tired, every time I wake up
Tired of these fake ducks, tired of bein' late for the bus (Hey, wait up)
Tired of all be blendin', and endin' up datin' sluts
So my facial expression stay stuck up, and shut the fuck up! (Shut the fuck up)
To the pretty ass rappers, that ain't shit without make-up
Wake up gold-diggin' bitches, the buck stops here
The road to riches is closed for repairs
If the shoe ain't fittin', girl, leave that shit alone
You ain't Erykah Badu, what I look like, Tyrone?
I rip a tissue out your ear, spittin' like I don't care
My hair look like I ain't comb this shit in damn near a year
Side burn zig-zag, I leave the next man with his heels up
Brain dead to be reincarnated at a speed bump
When we done we skate hard, so you don't land shit
Suck Skam's dick, gargle with a dead man's spit (Hahaha)
Yo, that's it, I don't plan shit, you know how it go down
They need to slow down, and take a look who the ho now
At every industry party, gettin' so damn drunk
Can't remember the last ass you kissed, or dick you sucked
Remind me of my ex, industry got me vexed
Try roll up on Miami, leave with a broke neck
Oh shit, lethal lyric equal landmine
I be stackin' up White rappers like I'm throwin' gang signs
And I'm buck wild, exposin' the plain truth
You couldn't mess with me, fuckin' shit up in the same room
Hey you, I don't know you but fuck it, let me get a dollar
For this bad karma that go along with the breath
Some sort of mad bomber, and steal the show like a theft
'Cause in Miami, the baby jammin' like three up in the chamber
(Yo, Skam, what the fuck you doin'?) Man
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