(Photoshoot!) You know, everybody's been tellin' me
What they think about me for the last few months
It's too loud. Maybe it's time I tell 'em what I think about them
Can't hear it coming down the hallway stairs from the parking lot
(Photoshoot!) You know, everybody's been tellin' me
What they think about me for the last few months
It's too loud. Maybe it's time I tell 'em what I think about them
Can't hear it coming down the hallway stairs from the parking lot
It's too loud. Three’s not a crowd all up in it. Slow fire
[Chorus: Justin Vernon]
Don't fall on my face
Don't fall on my faith, oh
Don't fall on my fate
Don't fall on my faith, oh
Don't fall on my fate
Don't fall on my–
[Verse 1: Eminem]
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
In that first marijuana tape—guess I got a chronic case (Yeah)
And I ain't just blowin' smoke, 'less it's in your momma's face
I know this time Paul and Dre
They won't tell me what not to say (Nope!)
And though me and my party days
Have all pretty much parted ways
You'd swear to God I forgot I'm the guy that made "Not Afraid"
One last time for Charlamagne
If my response is late, it'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 mockin' JAY
Next minute, they get their 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 done lost my patience
I can take all of you motherfuckers on at once
You wanted Shady? You got him!
[Chorus: Justin Vernon & (Eminem)]
Don't fall on my face (Yeah)
Don't fall on my faith, oh
Don't fall on my fate (Line 'em up!)
Don't fall on my faith, oh (Rrr!)
Don't fall on my fate (Look)
[Verse 2: Eminem]
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 (Pump it up!)
And don't make me have to give it back to Akademiks
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 gettin' brain, you'll never catch me with a thot
Lacking with it, "He ain't spittin' like this on his last shit"
Ho, 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 setup
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 ahead (Pew)—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 D12'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 (Ha), sorry if I took forever (Ha-ha)
[Chorus: Justin Vernon & (Eminem)]
Don't fall on my face (Yeah)
Don't fall on my faith, oh (I won't)
Don't fall on my fate (Line 'em up!)
Don't fall on my faith, oh (Ha)
Don't fall on my fate (It's too easy)
[Verse 3: Eminem]
Just remember, I was here before you
And I'll be here after you make your run-in for you
Detractors, I might have to fuck Pitchfork with a corkscrew
Just what the doctor ordered
Revenge is the best medicine (Yeah)
Increase the dose, from least to most
And then tell the Grammys 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 (Ha-ha)
Then give Album of the Year to somebody that no one's ever even heard of
All I know is I wrote every single word to everything I ever murdered
Time to separate the sheep from goats (Yeah)
And I got no faith in your writers, I don't believe in ghosts
When rap needed it most, I was that wing and a prayer (Huh)
A beacon of hope, put a B-I-R-D in the air
Somewhere some kid is bumpin' this while he lip-syncs 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 carryin' an Oxford dictionary in my pocket
How I'm buryin' these artists
On a scale of 'turnt' you're 'minus'
Mine says 'very', yours says 'hardly'
And what's scary is you prob'ly can compare me to your car 'cause I'm just barely gettin' started (Woo)
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
Use your telephone and go fetch me the remote
Put my feet up and just make myself at home (Yeah)
I belong here, clown! Don't tell me 'bout the culture!
I inspired the Hopsins, the Logics, the Coles, the
Seans, the K-Dots, the 5'9"s, and oh
Brought the world 50 Cent, you did squat, piss and moan
But I'm not gonna fall… bitch! (Yeah)
[Outro: Justin Vernon]
It's too loud
Can't hear it coming down the hallway stairs from the parking lot
It's too loud
Three’s not a crowd all up in it
Slow fire
(Foto Seance!) Dir wësst, jidderee senger ginn Tellin "mech
Wat se fir déi lescht puer Méint iwwert mech denken
Et ass ze haart. Vläicht em ech et d'Zäit soen "wat ech denken un hinnen
Kann net héieren et der heemlech Trap aus der Parkplaz verwandelt nächste
Et ass ze haart. Dräi d'Spectateuren net all an et. luesen Feier
[Chorus: Justin Vernon]
Nët op meng Gesiicht Hierscht
Do falen net op mäi Glawen, oh
Do falen net op mäi Schicksal
Do falen net op mäi Glawen, oh
Do falen net op mäi Schicksal
Do falen op net my-
[Wann 1: Eminem]
Muss konzentréieren, géint d'Auer ech Course
Krut keng Zäit ze verléieren, ech sinn schon spéit, krut ech e marathoner d'Zone
Riicht aus sidd zu enger Fusioun, Wuert fir Dr. Dre
An dat éischt Marihuana Metal-roden ech krut enger chronescher Fall (Jo)
An ech ass net blowin just "Damp," manner Et ass am Gesiicht Är eso d'
Ech weess dës Kéier Paul an Dre
Si wäert mech net soen, wat net ze soen (duech!)
An wann mech a meng Partei Deeg
Hunn all flott vill hu Weeër
Dir wéilt schwieren, Gott ech vergiess ech de Guy mech dass "net gescheit" gemaach
One leschte Kéier fir Charlamagne
Wann meng Äntwert spéit ass, ass et just wéi laang et dauert
Fir meng hunn "Radar Hit, ech sinn esou wäit ewech
Dës rappers sinn wéi Hunger Games
Eng Minutt, si bass mockin "Jay
Nächst Minutt, si kréien hire Stil aus Migos oder se Kopie Drake
Vläicht just weess ech net wéini Tour ronderëm a Fouss ewech
Mä all haassen, ruffen ech et Walk-op-Waasser-Gate
Ech hu sou vill hat wéi ech toleréiere kënnen
Ech krank a midd vun waitin ', ech meng Gedold gemaach verluer
Ech kann all vun iech huelen op gläichzäiteg motherfuckers
Dir wollt Shady? Dir krut him!
[Chorus: Justin Vernon & (Eminem)]
Nët op meng Gesiicht falen (Jo)
Do falen net op mäi Glawen, oh
Do falen net op mäi Schicksal (Linn "em weider!)
Do falen net op mäi Glawen, oh (Rrr!)
Nët op meng Schicksal falen (Look)
[Wann 2: Eminem]
Een Budden soen, ier ech virgezunnen, hien ratifizéiert besser et
Oder säi Kierper Sak zipped kréien
Am nosten Saach hien zu Hits haten d'ass smackin "Bitches (Pompel et weider!)
An do maachen net mir hunn et ginn zréck an Akademiks
Soen dat SchŠiss Dreck erëm ass, ech hunn Iech Mauer
Wéi Dir et gesot, wann Dir gemengt hat Dir mir um Telly "slippin
Och wann ech ërazeschneide Gehir mech, wäert Iech ni mech Kathedral mat enger thot
Suivéiert mat et, "ass hien net spittin" wéi dat op sengem leschte SchŠiss "
Ho, bei dir besser zréck a lauschtert
Dir kennt mech besser, familiär "Ech luesen oder loosse wäert an
Call et Fal 'Ursaach Et ass eng total charge
Hopin 'datt Dir rappers an datt Hierscht
Dre gesot, "Stoe Äre Kapp weider!" - Kathy Griffin
Stackin 'Munitioun, SLAP de Clip an, Hunn et zréck op Konkurrenz
Dat ass, wéi ech de Ball mat Faarwen (Pew) -Gabby Gifford
Meng Attack ass béiser, Jack de Ripper, zréck an Affär
Tyler schafen vill ", gesinn ech firwat Dir selwer genannt engem ******, gesouch
Et ass net nëmmen 'Ursaach Dir Opmierksamkeet Mangel
Et ass well Dir D12 d'Bäll Kult, du bass Kuelesak-reliéis
Wann Dir bass wäert Sait mech
Dir besser op d'mannst esou gutt ginn oder besser
Kréien Earl der Jogging Sweatshirt
Wat säin Numm ass ze hëllefen Iech no zesummen
E puer Wierder, méi wéi nëmmen zwee Bréiwer
D'Fans gewaart dësem Moment wëll datt Fonktioun
Wann ech der weisen (Ha) geklaut, sorry wann ech dee fir ëmmer (Ha-ha)
[Chorus: Justin Vernon & (Eminem)]
Nët op meng Gesiicht falen (Jo)
Do falen net op mäi Glawen, oh (ech net)
Do falen net op mäi Schicksal (Linn "em weider!)
Do falen net op mäi Glawen, oh (Ha)
Do falen net op mäi Schicksal (Et ass ze einfach)
[Wann 3: Eminem]
erënneren Just, ech war hei virun Iech
An ech wäert hei ginn no Dir Är Course-an maachen fir Iech
Géigner, ech kéint mat enger corkscrew eng verpasst muss Fakten
Just wat den Dokter bestallt
Revanche ass déi bescht Medezin (Jo)
Den Morphium, aus mannst fir déi meescht
An dann virdrun nach ni Problemer soen fir selwer goen a Fakten
Si probéiert d'Blutt vun all de gréissten Artisten wéi e puer leeches
Sou se Votten "em, kréien" em do, e Numm zu MC der weisen kréien
All Luucht brauch e Provider (Ha-ha)
Da ginn Album vum Joer un een, datt keen d'jee och héieren vun
All ech weess ass ech all eenzelt Wuert un alles geschriwwen jee ech Mord
Zäit ze trennen d'Schof aus Geessen (Jo)
An ech krut keen Vertrauen an Är Schrëftsteller, ech gleewen net zu Geeschter
Wann Rap et Meeschter waren, war ech, datt Säit an engem Gebiet (T'gesäit)
Punk-hoffen, no engem B-ech-R-D an der Loft
Iergendwou e puer Gedanken ass bumpin "dëst während hien Lip-sech am Spigel
Dat ass deen ech geet et fir, de Rescht ech do net wierklech och ëm
Mä Dir hätt mengen ech carryin "eng Oxford Wierderbuch a mengem bluddeg
Wéi ech buryin "dës Kënschtler
Op enger Skala vun 'turnt "Dir bass" Minus "
Mine seet "ganz", seet ären 'kaum "
A wat onsécher d'ass Iech prob'ly mech fir Ären Auto vergläichen kann "féieren ech just knapps ërazeschneide huet (Woo)
A wäit den Här Jamar, Dir loosst mech besser d'Häll eleng
Oder ech weisen Iech eng Elvis Klon
Walk an an dësem Haus Dir selwer, Schub meng RNT Réckemuerch
Benotzen Är Telefonsnummer an goen eriwergezunn mech d'Erfindungen
Huet meng Féiss an mech just doheem maachen (Jo)
Ech gehéieren hei, gutt! Wëllt ziel mir net "furir der Kultur!
Ech inspiréiert der Hopsins, de Logics, de Coles, de
Seans, der K-Punkte, de 5'9 "ass, an oh
Matbruecht der Welt 50 Cent, Dir hutt Reconversioun, geklappt mee an Hëllef vun eisen Regierungen
Mee ech mech net wäert falen ... gesouch! (Jo)
[Outro: Justin Vernon]
Et ass ze haart
Kann net héieren et der heemlech Trap aus der Parkplaz verwandelt nächste
Et ass ze haart
Dräi d'Spectateuren net all an et
luesen Feier