[Eminem] I aint gonna eat, I aint gonna sleep Aint gonna breathe, til I see, what I wanna see And what I wanna see, is you go to sleep, in the dirt Permanently, you just being hurt, this aint gonna work For me, it just wouldnt be, sufficient enough Cuz we, are just gonna be, enemies As long as we breathe, I dont ever see, either of us Coming to terms, where we can agree There aint gonna be, no reasoning, speakin wit me You speak on my seed, then me, no speak-a ingles So we gonna beef, and keep on beefin, unless Youre gonna agree, to meet with me in the flesh And settle this face to face, and youre gonna see A demon unleashed in me, that youve never seen And youre gonna see, this gangster beat on himself I see you D-12, and thanks, but me need no help Me do this one all by my lonely, I dont need fifteen of my homies When I see you, Im seeing you, me and you only We never met, but best believe you gon know me When Im this close, to see you exposed as phony Come on, bitch, show me, pick me up, throw me Lift me up, hold me, just like you told me You was gonna do, thats what I thought, youre pitiful Im rid of you, all of you, Ja, youll get it too! [Chorus] Now go to sleep bitch! Die, motherfucker, die! Ugh, times up, bitch, close ya eyes Go to sleep, bitch! (what?) Why are you still alive? How many times I gotta say, close ya eyes? And go to sleep bitch! (what?) Die motherfucker die, bye, bye, motherfucker, bye, bye! Go to sleep bitch! (what?) Why are you still alive? Why, die motherfucker, ah, ah, ah... ...Go to sleep bitch! [Obie Trice] We got you niggaz, nervous On purpose, to hurt your focus, youse not MCs, youse worthless Youse not them Gs, youse a circus, youse no appeal, please Youse curtains, you use words, cool heard, slurred in two thousand third Youse purpin, youse no threat, whos ya servin? When lyrically oughta bury you beneath the dirt when You fuck with a label overseeing the Earth Shady muthafucka, O. Trices birth And as I mold, I become a curse So we can put down the verse, take it to the turf Cock and squeeze, and he who reach the hearse is he who Depicts fiction in his verse And as I breathe, and you be deceased The world believe you deceived just to speak Youse not the streets, youse the desk Use not your chest nigga, use a vest Before twos choose ya rest, you chose death Six feet deep, nigga, thats the debt [Chorus] [DMX] Hey dog, Ima walk like a beast, talk like the streets Ima stay blazin New York wit the heat Stalk on the beat, walk wit my feet Understand my pain, the rain aint sleet Peep how Im moving, peep where Im going Shit dont seep, then sleep not knowin But Ima keep growing, getting larger than life Easy-going with the same one that started the fight He be knowing how dog get, when dog gon bite Tried to show him the dog shit, its dog for life Grand champ, and my Blood Line is tight Cuz its all good, its all right Niggas tried to holla, but couldnt holla back Now they gots to swallow, everything in the sac Blood Line, and, we can go track for track Damn dog, whyd you have to do them niggas like that? [Chorus] [Eminem] All you motherfuckers, take that! Here, take this too, bitch! Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Waaaaaahoo Were killing all you motherfuckers dead, all of you Fake ass gangsters! No more press! No more press! Rot, motherfuckers, rot! Decay, in the dirt, bitch, in the motherfucking dirt! Die nameless, bitch, die nameless! No more fame! Ahhhhhhhhhh! Hahahaha Yo X, come on man, Obie, lets go, haha
Artist: Eminem , DMX, Obie Trice
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