EMINEM - Nothing To Do lyrics

rate me

If it wasn't for the shrooms, I'd have nuttin' to chew

I am bored! - I came in the diner with skateboarders, and placed orders

Ate hors d'oeuvres, and hit the waiter with plate warmers

Let you inhale the Glock smell, while I'm rippin' your wallet off

And slippin' a Molotov in your Cocktail (take that!)

Burnin' your contracts, punch your A&R in the face

Smash his glasses and turn 'em to contacts (Sssssh!)

I'm on some shook shit, if it's missin' I took it (whoops!)

Nurse look at this straight-jacket, it's crooked!

I go to jail and murder you from a cell

Put a knife in an envelope and have you stabbed in the mail (FedEx)

So how do you describe someone, with a decapitated head

When the rest of his body's still alive RUNNIN'?

Comin' with five gunmen, waitin' to do a drive-by

So when you see the black 500 (what?) hide from

It for every hundred MC's rhymin' about birds

Only about two-thirds'd really set it without words

Yo you ain't a thug, I can make you bitch up

Pick the 5th up, cock, spit, you would swear it's rainin' slugs (what?)

I'm the hottest shit in the industry (uh!)

I got every thug on the block that get a wind of me defendin' me

You lack class and respect, get a direct backblast

The Bad and Evil mad rap, I cover the Bad half

You know how a thug in this shit'll end up

Spit a round, lift your chin up, you get hit, 10 down and 10 up (what?)

I take it if you run your mouth, then you wanna get sent up

Heat it up, you be leakin' blood and spittin' phlegm up

Now we rivals, cause of a small name or title

You stepped, got devoured and left with a flower and Bible

It takes six minutes to get applause (yay)

And by the time you all catch on, I'm a end your career

And walk away with the whole floor so you have nuttin' to fall back on!

I'll throw you off of ten floors... (AHHHHHHH!)

Pull a fuckin' headache outta my head, and put it in yours (take this!)

I'm indoors, waitin' for this acid to seep in my skin pores

To go outdoors and do some in-stores

This bitch wanted to blow me, I said, ½It oughta happen.

You swallow cum bitch? ½

Gettin' skullie while I'm autographin'

Got my daughter laughin' cause I sent her mother Withewater raftin'

I'm not a fact, I'm a proven fear

Mr. Rogers blocked up my U-haul screamin',

"Wait! Wait! Wait!... you ain't movin' here! "

Lorena Bobbet, c'mere, want a souveneir?

I've been high as fuck, since I was a juvi-neer

Juvenile? Same difference - I need some 'caine

Cause I ain't sniffed since I woke up the seven slain infants

(Oh my God!) Brain implants and they say there's a SLiM chance

I won't stay the same cause I traded brains with a chimpanz'

Walkin' in swamp water with an M-16, out for the blood

Shove a gun in the mouth of a thug

To break braces, (what?) you say grace and make faces

I'll display hate and break you in eight places (what?)

Take paces, turn around draw in a standoff

Precise aim, icin' my fame, blowin' your hand off

Dancin' with the Devil leadin' - I won't die, I'm never leavin' (what?)

I pledge allegiance to forever breathin'

Street niggaz with nuts, what? My meat's bigger (what?)

Fake-ass thugs with toy guns and cheap triggers

With a deathwish, thinkin' I'm the nigga to mess with

Let the tech lift, direct chest hit, melt your necklace

For instance, you just a henchmen, on tough soil (what?)

A follower never had heart, he just loyal

Thugs is glass doors, I see through 'em, put the heat to 'em

Be careful you might get what you ask for

The Bad... (the Bad...) the Evil! (the Evil...)

The Bad... (the Bad...) the Evil! (the Evil...)

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