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) Da! Ja sam (Boy je lud), ja sam hladnokrvni (Killer)
Made sav taj novac od ovo radiš (Da, izgled) d.Ä. dobio taj dop
Sada prebroj, pet, deset, da, petnaest, dvadeset
Dvadeset pet, trideset, da, dobiti novac
Baci ga u peći, da, ovo sranje biti smiješno
Zaraditi samo da je zapale, swag drip-
[Verse 1: Jack Harlow]
Nekada sam rock tobogan
Slušalice oko vrata, tryna biti kao Shady
Sada je telefon koji je u džepu čini da bi vibratin '
Imam sve ove Ronnie Benetovi tryna biti moja beba
Tryna zaručnika mene, ja uzeti volan i voziti ih djevojke izvan lude (Crazy)
Ja sam na pjesmu s moj idol
Ja sam hladnokrvni verziju naslov pesme
Stavio sam ovih dijamanata u ringu kao da je Shawn Michaels
Ne mogu staviti Louis V unutar ciklusa pranja
Uzimam ovo sranje na sredstva za čišćenje
Bout da policajac mi Bimmer, imam poseban ponašanje
Bila je moja kad sam je, Idem gori i gori vidi
Nazvan recepciji i tražio parobrod
Ja sam kučka bagger, a ne Twitch traka
Jedem pizzu u Little Italy, dovraga, ja sam udario Caesars
Ona bi bilo do kraja, ali čekaj malo, postaje sve dublje
Isti klinac samo malo elegantniji
[Chorus: Eminem & Cordae]
Sada prebroj, pet, deset, da, petnaest, dvadeset
Dvadeset pet, trideset, da, dobiti novac
Baci ga u peći, da, ovo sranje biti smiješno
Povoljna samo da bi ga (Slušaj, uh) spali
[Verse 2: Cordae]
Kažu da ubijam se užasne, "Kako je on i dalje u poslu?"
Bogat kao pakao i to mi daje ogromnu
Ma dukes Chillin 'u Veneciji, pohvale svog najstarijeg, cinik
Daj pakao sa ovim writtens, ovo sranje samo pokrenuti moje uznesenja
Držao sam svoju poziciju u svakoj situaciji koja je potrebna
Ove godine sam zajebavaš na crnje za način na koji mi je tretiran
Vidim uticaj sve moje kreacije povećavanju '
Moje korak u vremenu sa ovim Pantheons, sve je bilo božanski
Ja sam u ovom trenutku mog života, gdje sranje je Fallin 'u skladu
I gleda se, kunem se Bogom, mislila bih da je sve je dizajniran
Pravi filmskom scenariju, ja stvarno ne mogu nikada Nikako groupie kuja
Sve što imamo je dijamanata na umu neke Uzi sranje
Čitava generacija genija sam influencin '
Družim samo sa pravim crnje koji sam adekvatno s
Ja manifest ništa manje nego najbolji ishod
Samo pazi moje poteze sa ovim sljedeći album, crnjo
[Chorus: Eminem]
Sada prebroj, pet, deset, da, petnaest, dvadeset
Dvadeset pet, trideset, da, dobiti novac
Baci ga u peći, da, ovo sranje biti smiješno
Zaraditi samo da bi ga spaliti, SWAG Drippin 'od mene
[Verse 3: Eminem]
Moje rečenice su oštre, bar je svaki je kao presudu
Ja kažem da sa osudu, ali ovaj put nećeš to služi
Ali čim sam ga pročitao, znaš da si uskoro biti ubijen
Kada sam kapu, to će kazniti, zatim staviti vas u kutiji kao porotnik
Ako postoji reper nisam jeo (Gdje?)
Nismo se borili, ili to ili neće sarađivati
Uzrok pad ili papir freestyle će podmirenje rasprava (Yup)
Ja to zovem giljotina stil jer čak i glavu, ja obezglavi
Da, sine, ja idem teže nego Carter III (Što?)
Ali mislim da tvoj thottie pomislio na mene
Ona ima tijelo i dno kao Cardi B
I ona se me prati kao da sam brokoli
Ja sada dobiti mozak kao lobotomija
Verovatno misliti morali ste to sranje u torbi kao da je kolostoma
To je crvenu uzbunu, bolje skrrt ili pokušati dobiti na mom nivou prvi
Bitch, ja bih morao lopatom prljavštinu i iskopati rupu da se na tvoje
Propalice-bum, pogled na slomljene dupe (Da)
To je razlog zašto si bum-bum (Zašto?) Jer to sranje je tako dupe (Da)
Slog pištolj-puške, pljuje i ide "Hadoo"
Samo L koju sam ikad uzeo je kad sam izgubio Proof (Da)
Jedini put da sam ikada dobio služio je da tužba kada Ma tužila (Što?)
Ali, sine, izlazi iz džepa i da ću te oslovljavanje
Ubistva uz wazoo
Lanac gizdavi, verovatno ima više bodi-odi-odies od John i ja (John i ja)
Upravo zvao Snoop i ja smo razgovarali s njim, svi smo cool
Dre, ja i Dogg dobro, doktore, imamo vas
Imate li zamak sa čistog zlata pod
Ne, ne, ne čak dobio brod niti
Do sam šofer, ali mnogo da pokaže za
Ne želiš da zajebavaju i početak rata
više od dvadeset godina, mogao sam da idem za
Baš kao i tvoj usne i imaš hladno upalu
Moje sranje je kao jebeni herpes
Ti nikada ne reći Nemam ga više nema (Bitch)
Doslovno to je glupost, ti šališ?
Dying smeje je jedini način da me ubija
Ja oslobađanje od tebe, uzmi pljeskali poput klamidije
Najduhovitiji, kuja, ja ću snap kao tibije
Želiš da se glupo sa barovima? Ja sam neozbiljan
Ali ja sam kao pjeskovitim i Litty kao moj grad je
Istočna strana 'til umrem, sine, ja ću rep' Til kraju kao kameleon
Imate li ubilački instinkt s tintom olovke i oni su u sync kao slavina
Kako jebote ja čak mislim da je ovo besmisleno sranje?
Ja sam četvrt duboko stoljeća i ne mogu biti beat (Nah)
Za dan mene i tmurna požnjeti sastaju, ja sam deset prstiju dole 'Til sam šest metara dubine (Što?)
Prozorima u Benz E džip hollerin 'na bimbo, bip-bip-bip
Ona je rekla da se ne zajebava sa M-T-B u M-B: strana B Slim CD
Vidim zašto si me zavide, ti bez dupeta kao prazne stolice
Dakle, ovo sranje dolazi uz upozorenje za sve vas bitange i otrcano
Malo fucks, probudio sam se na mom fuck sere jutros
[Chorus: Eminem]
Sada prebroj, pet, deset, da, petnaest, dvadeset
Dvadeset pet, trideset, da, dobiti novac
Baci ga u peći, da, ovo sranje biti smiješno
Zaraditi samo da bi ga spaliti, SWAG Drippin 'od mene
[Outro: Eminem & Jack Harlow]
Da, ja sam (Killer)
Da, ja sam ono što sam hladnokrvni (Killer)