Eminem - Nail In The Coffin lyrics

[Eminem] This motherf**er man, just won't shut up will you? Talk about I owe you, b**h you owe me I'm promoting you right now Man lets put the nail in his coffin [Chorus] I dont want to be like this I dont really want to hurt no feelins But Im only bein real when I say nobody wants to hear their grandfather rap Old men have heart attacks and I dont want to be responsible for that so Put the mic down and walk away You can still have a little bit of dignity [verse 1] I would never claim to be no Ray Benzino an 83 year old fake Pachino So how can he hold me over some balcony without throwin his lower back out as soon as he goes to lift me Please dont, youl probably fall with me and our a**es will both be history But then again youl'll finally get your wish cuz youl be all over the street like 50 Cent f**in punk p**y f** you chump gimme a one-on-one see if I dont f** you up Tryin to jump the Ruff Ryders and they cut you up And you put Jada on a track thats how much you s** dick in the industry, swear that you in the streets hustlin You sit behind a f**in desk at The Source bu*t-kissin and beggin motherf**ers for guest appearences and you can even get the clearances cuz real lyricists dont even respect you or take you serious Its not that we dont like you, we hate you - period Talk about a mid-life crisis damn last week you was shakin Obie Trice's hand Now hes a busta? What the f**s with that? Get on a track dissin us kissin 50's a** and askin me what I know about inditements-bite me b**h I got two cases, and probation - fight me! What do I know about standin in front of a judge like a man ready to take whatever sentence he hands What you know about your wife slicin her wrists right in front of the only thing you have in this world - a little girl? And I put that on her, when this is all over I would never try to make her a star and eat off her I dont know sh** about no shoppin rocks But what you know about hip-hop shops rockin spots? When your the only white boy in that b**h just rippin pressin up your own flyers and your stickers stickin them b**hes up after spendin six hours at Kinkos Just makin copys of your covers of ca**ette singles and sell them out the trunk of your Tracer Spendin your whole paycheck at Disc Makers What you know about bein bullied over half your life? Oh thats right, you know what thats like, your half white Vanilla Ice,spill the beans and rice, Im eaten you alive inside Jesus Christ, if your that much of a gangster, put the mic down You should be out k**in motherf**ers right now k** a motherf**er dead, k**'em dead b**h Shoot'em in the f**in head, go ahead b**h Slap my mom, slap the f*ck outa her! She cant sue you, she wouldnt get a buck out of you Cuz your broke as f** you s** your a f**in joke If you was really sellin coke, well then what the f** you stop for dummy? If you slew some crack you'd make alot more money than you do from rap You never had no security, you'll never be famous You'l never now what its like to be rich, lifes a b**h aint it? Raymond, here, let me break this sh** down in lamens terms for you just to make sure that you can understand this and Canibus they usin too many complicated f**in words for you Here then let me slow it down for you so you can understand if I say it slower: Let it go dawg it's over [Chorus] [Eminem talkin] Haha Talkin bout I have motherf**ers callin your crib b**h you aint even got a f**in crib You aint even got a f**in phone, f**in Bum Threatened to shut me down at your little f**in Source magazine if I come back then you would attack me, b**h you attacked me first take it like a man and shut the f** up and f** your little magazine too I dont need your f**in magazine, I got XXL number anywayz And yall cant stand it cuz there gettin bigger than yall oh, and by the way, howed I look on the VMAs? When you was watchin me from whatever f**in TV you was watchin me from in Boston The mean streets of Boston, f**in sissy Like you got us scared in the motherf**er, s** our motherf**in dicks Oh, and for those thats dont know, dont get it twisted yo, the Source has a white owner