ft. Jack Harlow, Cordae | (Killer) Yeah! I'm a (Boy's crazy), I'm a cold-blooded (Killer)
Made all this money from doin' this (Yeah, look) d.a. got that dope
Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty
Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money
ft. Jack Harlow, Cordae | (Killer) Yeah! I'm a (Boy's crazy), I'm a cold-blooded (Killer)
Made all this money from doin' this (Yeah, look) d.a. got that dope
Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty
Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money
Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny
Earn it just to burn it, swag drip—
[Verse 1: Jack Harlow]
I used to rock a toboggan
Headphones around my neck, tryna be like Shady
Now the phone that's in my pocket seem to keep vibratin'
I got all these Ronnie Bennetts tryna be my baby
Tryna fiancé me, I take the steering wheel and drive them girls beyond crazy (Crazy)
I'm on a song with my idol
I'm a cold-blooded version of the song title
I put these diamonds in the ring like they was Shawn Michaels
I can't put the Louis V inside the wash cycle
I take this shit to the cleaners
Bout to cop me a Bimmer, I got a special demeanor
She was mine when I seen her, I'm gettin' meaner and meaner
Called the front desk and asked for a steamer
I'm a bitch bagger, not a Twitch streamer
I'm eatin' pizza in Little Italy, damn, I used to hit Caesars
She 'bout to finish, but wait a minute, it gets deeper
Same kid just a bit sleeker
[Chorus: Eminem & Cordae]
Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty
Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money
Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny
Earn it just to burn it (Listen, uh)
[Verse 2: Cordae]
They say my killing's horrendous, "How he still in the business?"
Rich as hell and it's feelin' tremendous
Ma dukes chillin' in Venice, compliments of her eldest, the cynic
Give hell with these writtens, this shit only propel my ascension
I held my position in any situation that's needed
This year I'm shittin' on niggas for the way we was treated
I see the impact of all my creations increasin'
My step in time with these Pantheons, it was all was divine
I'm in this moment of my life where shit is fallin' in line
And lookin' back, I swear to god, you'd think it all was designed
A true movie script, I can't really ever fuck no groupie bitch
All she got is diamonds on her mind on some Uzi shit
A whole generation of geniuses I'm influencin'
I only hang with real niggas who I'm congruent with
I manifest nothing less than the best outcome
Just watch my moves with this next album, nigga
[Chorus: Eminem]
Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty
Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money
Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny
Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me
[Verse 3: Eminem]
My sentences are harsh, every single's bar's like a verdict
I say it with conviction, but this time you're not gonna serve it
But as soon as I read it, you know that you're about to get murdered
When I cap, it'll punish, then put you in a box like a juror
If there's a rapper I haven't ate (Where?)
We ain't battled, either that or they won't collaborate
Cause pad or paper freestyle will settle that debate (Yup)
I call it guillotine style 'cause even off the head, I decapitate
Yeah, bitch, I go harder than Carter III (What?)
But I think your thottie just thought of me
She got a body and bottom like Cardi B
And she be stalking me like I was broccoli
I'm getting brain now like a lobotomy
You probably thinkin' you had that shit in the bag like it's colostomy
It's a red alert, you better skrrt or try to get on my level first
Bitch, I'd had to shovel dirt and dig a hole to get on yours
You bum-bum, look at your broke ass (Yeah)
It's why you're a bum-bum (Why?) 'cause your shit is so ass (Yeah)
Syllable gun-guns, spits and goes "Hadoo"
Only L that I ever took is when I lost Proof (Yeah)
Only time that I ever got served is that lawsuit when Ma sued (What?)
But, bitch, get out of pocket and I might accost you
Homicides up the wazoo
Chain gaudy, probably got more bodi-odi-odies than John do (John do)
Just called Snoop and I talked to him, we all cool
Dre, me and the Dogg good, Doc, we got you
Got a castle with a solid gold floor
No I don't, I don't even got a boat nor
Do I got a chauffeur, but a lot to show for
You don't wanna fuck around and start no war
Twenty more years, I could probably go for
Just like your lip and you got a cold sore
My shit is like motherfuckin' herpes
You ain't ever gonna say I don't got it no more (Bitch)
Literally it's stupidity, you kiddin' me?
Dying laughing is the only way you're killing me
I'm getting rid of ya, get clapped like chlamydia
The wittiest, bitch, I'll snap like a tibia
You wanna get silly with the bars? I'm frivolous
But I'm as gritty and litty as my city is
East side 'til I die, bitch, I will rep 'til the end like a chameleon
Got a killer instinct with the pen's ink and they're in sync like a faucet
How the fuck do I even think of this ridiculous shit?
I'm a quarter of a century deep and I can't be beat (Nah)
Til the day me and the grim reap meet, I'm ten toes down 'til I'm six feet deep (What?)
Windows down in the Benz E jeep hollerin' at a bimbo, beep-beep-beep
She said she fucks with the M-T-B to the M-B: Side B Slim CD
I can see why you envy me, you get no ass like an empty seat
So this shit comes with a warning for all you punks and corny
Little fucks, I woke up on my fuck shit this morning
[Chorus: Eminem]
Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty
Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money
Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny
Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me
[Outro: Eminem & Jack Harlow]
Yeah, I'm a (Killer)
Yeah, I'm a what, I'm a cold-blooded (Killer)
(Killer) Yeah! Tá mé (mire Boy s), tá mé fuar-blooded (Killer)
Déanta go léir an t-airgead as doin 'seo (Yeah, breathnú) d.a. Fuair sin dope
Anois cuntais é, cúig, deich, yeah, cúig déag, fiche
Fiche a cúig, tríocha, yeah, a fháil ar an airgead
Chaitheamh sa foirnéise, yeah, an cac a bheith greannmhar
Thuilleamh sé ach chun é a dhó, swag drip-
[Verse 1: Jack Harlow]
Úsáid mé a carraig ar toboggan
Cluasáin thart ar mo mhuineál, tryna bheith cosúil Shady
Anois ar an teileafón go bhfuil i mo phóca is cosúil a choinneáil vibratin '
Fuair mé seo go léir Ronnie Bennetts tryna bheith ar mo leanbh
Tryna fiancé me, táim den roth stiúrtha agus iad a thiomáint cailíní thar dÚsachtach (Crazy)
Tá mé ar amhrán le mo idol
Tá mé leagan fuar-blooded ar an teideal amhrán
Chuir mé ar na diamaint sa fáinne mar a bhí siad Shawn Michaels
Ní féidir liom a chur ar an Louis V taobh istigh den timthriall nigh
Glacaim an cac do na glantóirí
Bout go cop dom Bimmer, fuair mé demeanor speisialta
Bhí sí mianach nuair a tharlaíonn sé mé í, tá mé gettin 'meaner agus meaner
Ar a dtugtar an deasc tosaigh agus d'iarr ar feadh galtán
Tá mé Bagger soith, ní streamer bpreabfaidh
Tá mé ag Eatin 'pizza i Little Iodáil, diabhal, a úsáidtear mé a bhuail Caesars
Tá sí bout go deireadh, ach fan nóiméad, faigheann sé níos doimhne
kid same ach sleeker beagán
[Chorus: Eminem & Cordae]
Anois cuntais é, cúig, deich, yeah, cúig déag, fiche
Fiche a cúig, tríocha, yeah, a fháil ar an airgead
Chaitheamh sa foirnéise, yeah, an cac a bheith greannmhar
Thuilleamh sé ach chun é a dhó (Éist, uh)
[Verse 2: Cordae]
Deir siad mo mharú ar horrendous, "Cén chaoi sé fós sa ghnó?"
Rich mar ifreann agus tá sé feelin 'iontach
Ma Dukes chillin 'sa Veinéis, compliments di is sine, an cynic
Tabhair ifreann leis na writtens, an cac thiomáint ach mo Ascension
Bhí mé mo sheasamh i gcor sin ar gá
I mbliana tá mé ag shittin 'ar niggas don dóigh ar caitheadh muid a
Feicim an tionchar ar fad mo bunú increasin '
Mo chéim i am leis na Pantheons, bhí sé go raibh go léir Dhiaga
Tá mé sa nóiméad de mo shaol nuair atá cac fallin 'ag teacht
Agus lookin 'ar ais, I swear le Dia, gur mhaith leat smaoineamh go a bhí deartha go léir
A script scannán fíor, ní féidir liom i ndáiríre a fuck riamh aon soith groupie
Tá gach fuair sí diamaint ar a aigne ar roinnt cac Uzi
Tá glúin iomlán de geniuses Tá mé influencin '
Mé hang ach le niggas fíor a tá mé ag iomchuí leis
Mé rud ar bith a léiriú níos lú ná an toradh is fearr
Just a féachaint ar mo bogann leis an albam seo chugainn, nigga
[Chorus: Eminem]
Anois cuntais é, cúig, deich, yeah, cúig déag, fiche
Fiche a cúig, tríocha, yeah, a fháil ar an airgead
Chaitheamh sa foirnéise, yeah, an cac a bheith greannmhar
Thuilleamh sé ach chun é a dhó, drippin swag 'uaim
[Verse 3: Eminem]
Tá mo abairtí harsh, gach shingil s bar nós fíorasc
Rá liom é le ciontú, ach an uair seo nach bhfuil tú ag dul a sheirbheáil
Ach chomh luath agus is mé a léamh, tá a fhios agat go bhfuil tú ar tí é a fháil murdered
Nuair caipín mé, beidh sé a phionósú, ansin tú a chur i mbosca mar choisteoir
Má níl rapper nach bhfuil mé ith (Cén áit?)
Níl muid mairnéalaigh, bíodh sin nó nach mbeidh siad ag comhoibriú
eochaircheap cúis nó saorstíle páipéir a réiteach an díospóireacht sin (Yup)
Glaoch liom é stíl gilitín 'cúis fiú as an ceann, decapitate mé
Yeah, soith, téim níos deacra ná Carter III (Cad é?)
Ach is dóigh liom do thottie ndiaidh smaoineamh ar dom
Fuair sí d'aon bhuíon agus bun cosúil le CARDI B
Agus í bheith stalcaireacht orm mar bhí mé broccoli
Tá mé ag dul inchinn anois mar a bheadh lobotomy
Agat is dócha thinkin 'bhí tú go cac sa mhála maith liom é ar colostomy
Tá sé ina foláireamh dearg, tú níos fearr skrrt nó iarracht a fháil ar mo leibhéal an chéad
Bitch, ba mhaith liom go raibh go DIRT sluasaid agus tochailt poll a fháil ar mise
bum-bum tú, breathnú ar do thóin bhris (Yeah)
Tá sé cén fáth go bhfuil tú ag bum-thóin (Cén fáth?) 'faoi deara go bhfuil do cac sin asal (Yeah)
Siolla gunna-gunnaí, spits agus téann "Hadoo"
Níl ach L gur ghlac mé riamh nuair a chaill mé Proof (Yeah)
Níl ach uair go bhfuair mé sheirbheáil riamh go bhfuil lawsuit nuair agairt Ma (Cad é?)
Ach, soith, a fháil as póca agus d'fhéadfadh liom accost tú
Dúnbhásuithe suas an asal
gaudy Slabhra, fuair is dócha níos mó Bodi-ODI-odies ná Seán dhéanamh (John dhéanamh)
Just a dtugtar Snoop agus labhair mé dó, táimid go léir fionnuar
Dre, mé féin agus an Dogg maith, Doc, fuair muid duit
Fuair caisleán le hurlár óir soladach
Níl Ní féidir liom, ní féidir liom a fuair fiú bád ná
Fuair Do I chauffeur, ach go leor chun a thaispeáint do
Ní gá duit ag iarraidh a a fuck thart agus tús a chur aon chogadh
Fiche bliain níos, raibh mé in ann dul ar dócha do
Díreach cosúil le do liopa agus fuair tú tinn fuar
Is é mo cac cosúil motherfuckin 'deir
Níl tú riamh ag dul a rá nach bhfuil mé fuair sé níos mó (Aaargh)
Literally tá sé stupidity, kiddin tú 'me?
Is bháis ag gáire t-aon bhealach bhfuil tú ag marú dom
Tá mé ag fáil réidh ya, a fháil clapped cosúil le clamaidia
An wittiest, soith, beidh mé Léim cosúil le tibia
tá tú ag iarraidh a fháil amaideach leis na barraí? Tá mé suaibhreosach
Ach tá mé mar gritty agus litty mar go bhfuil mo chathair
taobh thoir 'til mé bás, soith, beidh mé Ionadaí' Til an deireadh mar a chameleon
Fuair instinct killer le dúch peann agus tá siad i dtiúin cosúil le faucet
Conas an ag fuck fiú Smaointe, ar an cac ridiculous?
Tá mé an ceathrú cuid de domhain haois agus ní féidir liom a bheith buille (Nah)
Til an lá dom agus an ghruama bhaint as le chéile, tá mé toes deich síos 'Til bhfuil mé sé troigh ar domhain (Cad é?)
Windows síos sa jíp hollerin Benz E 'ag bimbo, bíp bíp--bíp
Dúirt sí fucks sí leis an M-T-B don M-B: Taobh B caol CD
Is féidir liom a fheiceáil cén fáth a envy tú dom, gheobhaidh tú aon tóin cosúil le suíochán folamh
Mar sin a thagann an cac le rabhadh do gach duine éirígí agat agus corny
fucks Little, dhúisigh mé suas ar mo ag fuck cac ar maidin
[Chorus: Eminem]
Anois cuntais é, cúig, deich, yeah, cúig déag, fiche
Fiche a cúig, tríocha, yeah, a fháil ar an airgead
Chaitheamh sa foirnéise, yeah, an cac a bheith greannmhar
Thuilleamh sé ach chun é a dhó, drippin swag 'uaim
[Outro: Eminem & Jack Harlow]
Yeah, tá mé a (Killer)
Yeah, Tá mé an méid, tá mé fuar-blooded (Killer)