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!

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