Eminem - Fall (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Eminem - Fall (en) Lyrics
Fuck really?
What the fuck?
Yo man are we going to
the studio or what?
Yeah lets go hold on
I keep getting fucking
alerts on my phone
Alerts?
Ya like articles
and shit
Eminem completely
phones in his verse
Fuck this
What wrong with him?
He gotta stop looking at
that shit god damn
You know
Everybody's been telling me
what they think about me
For the last few months
Maybe its time that I
think about them
Gotta concentrate
against the clock
I race got no time to waste
I'm already late I got
a marathoner's pace
Went from addict to a workaholic
word to dr. Dre
And that first
marijuana tape
Guess I got a chronic case
And I ain't just
blowin' smoke
Less it's in
your mama's face
I know this time paul and dre they
won't tell me what not to say
And though me and
my party days
Have all pretty
much parted ways
You swear to god I forgot I'm the
guy who made "not afraid"
One last for charlamagne
If my response is late that's
just how long it takes
To hit my fuckin' radar
I'm so far away
These rappers are
like hunger games
One minute they're
mocking jay
Next minute their get there
style from migos
Or they copy drake
Maybe I just don't know when to
turn around and walk away
But all the hate I call it
"walk on water-gate"
I've had as much as
I can tolerate
I'm sick and
tired of waitin'
I'v lost my patients I can take
all of you motherfuckers
On at once you wanted shady
You got him
Don't fall on my face
Don't fall on my faith, oh
Don't fall on my fate
Somebody tell budden before I
snap he better fasten it
Or have his body bag get zipped
the closest thing
He's had to hits is
smackin' bitches
And don't make me have to give
it back to academics
Say this shit is trash again
I'll have you twisted
Like you had it when you thought
you had me slippin'
At the telly even when
I'm getting "brain"
You'll never catch me with a thot
(thought) lacking with it
"He ain't spittin' like this
on his last shit"
Hoe you better go
back and listen
You know me better
thinkin' I'll slow
Or let up call it
trap 'cause it's a
Total set up hopin' that you rappers
fall in that dre said
"Hold your head"
up kathy griffin
Stackin' ammunition slap the
clip in cock it back on
Competition this is
how I shot a-head
Gabby gifford
My attack is vicious jack the
ripper back in business
Tyler create nothin' I see why
you called yourself a
Bitch it's not just 'cause
you lack attention
It's because you worship d-12's
balls you're sack religious
If you're gonna critique me you better
at least be as good or
Better get "earl the
hooded sweater"
Whatever his name is to
help you put together
Some words more than just
two letters the fans
Waited for this moment like
that feature when
I stole the show sorry
if I took forever
Just remember I was
here before you
And I'll be here after you make
your run and for you
Detractors I'ma have to fuck pitchfork
with a cork screw
Just what the
doctor ordered
Revenge is the best medicine
Increase the dose
from least to most
And then tell
the grammies to go
And fuck themselves they suck the
blood from all the biggest
Artists like some leeches so
They nominate 'em get 'em there
get a name to mc the show
Every parasite needs a host
Then give album of the year
to somebody that no
Ones ever even heard of all
I know is that I wrote
Every single word of everything
I ever murdered
Time to separate the
sheep from goats
And I got no faith
in your writers
I don't believe in ghosts
But when rap needed it most I
was that wing and a prayer
A beacon of hope (beak & a hope)
put a b-i-r-d in the air
Somewhere some kid is bumpin' this while
he lip synchs in the mirror
That's who I'm doin' it for the rest
I don't really even care
But you would think I'm carrying a
oxford dictionary in my pocket
How I'm burying these artists
on a scale of "turnt"
You're "minus" mine says "very"
yours says "hardly"
And what's scary is you probably
can compare me to your car
'Cause I'm just barely
getting' started
And far as lord jamar you better
leave me the hell alone
Or I'll show you an elvis clone walk
up in this house you own
Thrust my pelvic bone
You should telephone then
go fetch me the remote
Put my feet up and just
make myself at home
I belong here clown don't tell
me 'bout the culture
I inspired the hopsin's the
logic's the coles the
Sean the k dot's the
five nine's and oh
Brought the world 50 cent
You did squat piss & moan
but I'm not gonna fall
Bitch yeah
So yeah
You can't hear it coming
down the hallway
From the parking lot
It's to loud
He's from the
crowd all up in it
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