Eminem "Nail in the Coffin" lyrics

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Nail in the Coffin

[Intro]This motherfucker, man!Just won't shut up will you?Talking 'bout I owe himBitch, you owe me... I'm promoting you right nowYo, let's put the nail in his coffin

[Hook]I don't wanna be like thisI don't really wanna hurt no feelingsBut I'm only being real when I sayNobody wants to hear that grandfather rap (nope)And old men have heart attacksAnd I don't wanna be responsible for that, soPut the mic down and walk awayYou can still have a little bit of dignity

[Verse]I would never claim to be no Ray BenzinoAn eighty-three year old fake PacinoSo how can he hold me over some balcony withoutBlowing his lower back out as soon as he goes to lift me?Please don't -- you'll probably fall with me, and our asses'll both be historyBut then again you'd finally get your wishCause you'll be all over the street like 50 CentFucking punk pussy, fuck you, chumpGive me a one on one; see if I don't fuck you upTried to jump the Ruff Ryders and they cut you upAnd you put Jada on a track, that's how much you suck dickIn the industry, swear that you in the streets hustlingYou sit behind a fucking desk at The Source butt-kissingAnd begging motherfuckers for guest appearancesAnd you can't even get the clearances, cause real lyricistsDon't even respect you or take you seriousIt's not that we don't like you -- we hate you, periodTalk about a mid-life crisis, damnLast week you was shaking Obie Trice's handNow he's a buster? What the fuck's with that?Get on a track dissing us, kissing 50's assAnd asking me what I know about indictments, bite meBitch, I got two cases and probation, fight me!What do I know about standing in front of a judge like a manReady to take whatever sentence he hands?What you know about your wife slicing her wristsRight in front of the only thing you have in this world, a little girl?And I put that on her, when this is all overI would never try to make her a star and eat off herI don't know shit about no chopping rocksBut what you know about Hip Hop Shops rocking spotsWhere you the only white boy up in that bitch just ripping?Pressing up your own fliers and your stickers, stickingThem bitches up after spending six hours at Kinko'sJust making copies of your covers of cassette singlesTo sell them out of the trunk of your TracerSpending your whole paychecks at Disc MakersWhat you know about being bullied over half your life?Oh that's right, you should know what that's like, you're half whiteVanilla Ice, spill the beans and riceI'm eating you alive inside, Jesus Christ!If you're that much of a gangsta, put the mic downYou should be out killing motherfuckers right now!Kill a motherfucker dead, kill him dead, bitch!Shoot 'em 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 yaCause you're broke as fuck, you suck, you're a fucking jokeIf you was really selling coke, well then what the fuckYou stop for, dummy? If you slew some crackYou'd make a lot more money then you do from rapYou'll never have no security, you'll never be famousYou'll never know what it's like to be rich; life's a bitch ain't itRaymond? Here let me break the shit down in layman'sTerms for you, just to make sure that you can understand itAnd Canibus ain't using too many complicated fucking words for youHere let me slow it down for so you could understand if I say it slower...let it go dog, it's over

[Hook]

[Outro]Haha... talking 'bout, I have motherfuckers calling your cribBitch, you ain't even got a fucking crib!You ain't even got a fucking phone... fucking bumThreatening to shut me down at ya lil' fucking Source magazineIf I come back when did I attack you?BITCH you attacked me first take it like a man and shut the FUCK UPFuck your little magazine tooI don't need your little fucking magazineI got XXL's number anywaysAnd y'all can't stand it cause they getting bigger than y'allOh, and by the way... how'd I look on the VMA's?When you was watching me from whatever fucking TV you was watching me fromFrom Boston...the mean streets of BostonFucking sissy, and you got us scared up in that motherfucker?Suck my motherfucking dickOh! And for those that don't knowDon't get it twisted y'allThe Source has a white owner!

Završni udarac

(Intro)Taj kreten, čovječe!Jednostavno nećeš začepiti, zar ne?Priča kako mu dugujemPičko, ti duguješ meni...sad te reklamiramAlo, zadajmo mu završni udarac

(Refren)Ne želim biti ovakavStvarno ne želim povrijediti ničije osjećajeAli samo sam realan kad kažemDa nitko ne želi čuti tog djeda kako repa* (o ne)A stari ljudi lako dožive srčani udarA ja ne želim biti odgovoran za to, zatoSpusti mikrofon i otiđiJoš ti može ostati malo dostojanstva

(Tekst)Nikad ne bih tvrdio da sam Ray Benzino83-godišnji lažni Pacino*Pa kako bi me on mogao držati nagnutog preko balkonaBez da ga uštaknu leđa čim me pokuša podići?*Molim te, nemoj - vjerojatno ćeš pasti sa mnom, i s obojicom će biti gotovoAli opet, tada će ti se ispuniti željaJer ćeš stvarno biti na ulici kao 50 CentJebena pičkasta pizda, jebi se, kretenuIdemo jedan na jedan; vidiš, čak i ako te ja ne sjebemSjeti se kad ste pokušali napasti Ruff Ryderse* pa su vas izboliA ti si snimio traku s članom njihove grupe, toliko pušiš kuracU industriji, kuneš se da si glavni na uliciSjediš za stolom u uredu i ljubiš guzice, jeboteI moliš kretene da se pojave kao gostiI ne možeš čak ni dobiti odobrenja, jer te pravi reperiUopće ni ne poštuju ni uzimaju za ozbiljnoNije da te ne volimo - mrzimo te i točkaKad već pričamo o krizi srednjih godina, kvraguProšli tjedan ti i Obie Trice* ste se rukovaliSad je debil? Koji je to kurac?Snimaš traku gdje nas pljuješ, a 50 Centa ljubiš u guzicuI pitaš me što znam o optužnicama, ma popuši miStari, imam dva slučaja na sudu i na uvjetnoj sam, sad mi dođi!Kao, što ja znam o stajanju ispred suca kao čovjekSpreman prihvatiti svaku rečenicu koju izloži?Što ti znaš o tome kad ti žena prereže veneBaš ispred jedinoga što imaš na ovome svijetu, male curice?I kunem se njome, kad sve ovo završiNikad je ne bih pokušao učiniti zvijezdom da me ona hraniJa ne znam ni kurca o dilanju drogeAli što ti znaš o mjestu gdje su bili moji počeciGdje si ti jedini bijelac u rupetini i razvaljuješ?O pritiskanju vlastitih letaka i naljepnica, o lijepljenjuIstih nakon provedenih 6 sati u kopirniciPravljenju kopija vlastitih singlova i kasetaDa ih prodaš izravno iz prtljažnika svoje krntijeO trošenju cijele plaće na dupliciranje CD-ova?Što ti znaš o trpljenju zlostavljanja više od pola života?O, tako je, to bi trebao znati, mješanac siVanilla Ice*, kako dobra fora, stariPojest ću te živog, Isuse Kriste!Ako si toliko opak, spusti mikrofonSad bi trebao biti vani i ubijati kretene!Ubij kretena, usmrti ga, pičko!Upucaj ga u glavu, jebote - hajde, pičko!Ošamari mi mamu, ubij Boga u njoj, jebote!Ona te ne može tužiti; ne bi izvukla ni dolara od tebeJer si bez prebijene pare, loš si, ti si sprdnja, jeboteDa si stvarno dilao kokain, pa za koji si onda kuracPrestao, debilu? Kad bi prodao nešto crackaZaradio bi dosta više love nego od repanjaNikad nećeš imati zaštitare, nikad nećeš biti poznatNikad nećeš znati kako je to biti bogat; život je gadan, zar ne,Raymond? Hajde, daj da ti kažem u laičkom govoruDa budem siguran da ćeš moći razumjetiA Canibus* ne koristi previše kompliciranih riječi za tebe, jeboteHajde, daj da usporim da me možeš razumjeti ako kažem sporije...pusti to, stari, gotovo je

(Refren)

(Outro)Haha...pričaš, kao: Imam ljude koji će te zazvati u stan!Pičko, nemaš ni stan, jeboteNemaš ni telefon, jebote...jebeni klošaruPrijetite mi da ćete me uništiti u tom vašem malom jebenom časopisuAko se ikad vratim i napadnem vas?PIČKO, ti si mene prvi napao, prihvati to kao muškarac i začepi, JEBOTEI jebo tvoj mali časopisNe treba mi tvoj mali jebeni časopisIonako imam broj od onog drugogI vi ne možete podnijeti da oni postaju veći od vasI usput...kako sam izgledao na dodjeli nagradaKad si me gledao na ne znam kojoj jebenoj televizijiU Bostonu...na opakim bostonskim ulicama, onoJebena pičkice...i tamo u toj rupi si se prepaoPopuši mi kurac, mater ti jebemE! I za ove koji ne znajuNemojte ovo sve krivo shvatitiNjihov časopis ima bijelog vlasnika!*

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