motherfuckers talkin’ crazy yeah
sayin i should quit ah
i fuckin’ tell ’em make me bitch
eat a fuckin dick yeah
i’m feelin’ like the greatest woo
on the beat who ever did it
mike will the one who made it
it’s shady on the lyrics
i’m somewhat outlandish they say
you say we’re cut from the same cloth
but i guess you fabricate eh
you better bring more men than the latter day saints
manic states stephen paddock with automatic stay sprayin’
at anything that may stand in they way
as i stand at the bay window with a hand grenade
and a trey eight at the mandalay bay
common sense i’m a dollar short and a day late
james holmes at the saturday batman matinee
must have missed my cat scan that day yeah
i just threw a tampax at dre
trashcan tascam and ashtray
im turnin back to a madman can’t take
anymore but i try to get away from the anger and rage
my basal ganglias an a to the k
get your ass sprayed like bidets
breakin’ your legs eight different ways ankle to waist
you chumps don’t even know how to do somethin’
to give goosebumps a day when you say
that somethin you wrote gave someone a lump in their throat
or you had them choked up you’d be yankin’ my chain ayy
feelin’ like i’m headed for the padded cell the
bar for me when i rap isn’t fair but
guess that’s the standard i’m held to
but if somethin’ like that doesn’t tell ya
you set a mark too high when platinum sales are looked at as a failure yeah
then you better take it back to the shelter and hamburger helper
’cause damn it i’m still the
greatest in the world greatest in the world greatest in the world
no lie i might be
the best to ever do it the best to ever do it the best to ever do it
i feel like the greatest
woke up to honkies sounding like me
never be as good never be as good
packing up wifebeaters white tshirts white
but i’m the greatest
so you sold ten million albums eh what
only problem is you put out ten million albums eh haha wait
what was i just about to say
oh yeah let me get this out the way
i know there’s people that are pissed about the way
i mispronounced a name die antwoord
fuck i still can’t say this shit but how quickly they forget
who the fuck i was now ninja try to duck my slugs
you let ya girl get fucked by muggs
i’d like to give a shout to cypress woo
this can’t be real you dissed me and i was just tryin’ to
give you a shoutnow get the fuck out my rhyme book
no more shiners already too much time took
and rappers i hear you talkin’ shit
i’m just too big to respond to it
god forbid i forget go and jump out the window
somebody better childproof it
’cause if i lose it we can rewind to some old ja rule shit
and i can remind motherfuckers how i do shit
you don’t got the tools i got in my toolkit bitch
i bullshit you not y’all fools just forgot
that i’m so fuckin’ awful with the thoughts
and when i’m hostile and impossible to stop
so you can call it a nostril ’cause it’s not gonna ever
i’ll never let up on the pedal might as well get the mop
’cause i’m wipin’ up everyone in this genre
’cause on the mic i feel like i’m the
greatest in the world greatest in the world greatest in the world
no lie i might be
the best to ever do it the best to ever do it the best to ever do it
i feel like the greatest
woke up to honkies sounding like me
never be as good never be as good
packing up wifebeaters white tshirts white
but i’m the greatest
oh yeah and one more thing i want to mention what
is you’re one dimension
i’m a monkey wrench and i can flunk detention
and i love contentions so welcome to the gun convention
muscles flexin’ gotta strut like a front suspension
and you just stuck the key up in the ignition
and gave me enough gas to flood my engine yeah
psychopath michael jack’s blowin’ up like a raft
i should slap vlad with a isis flag
bet you i come back twice as bad uh
revival didn’t go viral
denaun and royce tell me that i should take the high road
fuck that i’m finna hit back
’til i run out of gunpowder and split the scene
hold the mic similar to pistol squeeze
and i shoot from the hip when i grip them things
and my lips are the clips got the sig lit like it’s nicotine
trigger me and slim gets mean brr
bars are like bullets when i spit them schemes
that’s why i call the motherfuckers m6s woo
float like a butterfly i’m gonna sting like a bee
you ain’t harmin’ a thing
i hit a ding hard as i’m gonna swing
i’m gonna need to put my arm in a sling
but like a wedding band
you gotta be diamond to even climb in the ring
anomaly i’m muhammad ali
’cause i knew one day hey i’m gonna be the
greatest in the world greatest in the world greatest in the world
no lie i might be
the best to ever do it the best to ever do it the best to ever do it
i feel like the greatest
woke up to honkies sounding like me
never be as good never be as good
packing up wifebeaters white tshirts white
but i’m the greatest
Artist: Eminem
Year: 2018
Decade: 10s
Language: en
Word Count: 541