Eminem - Hard lyrics

(Eminem) On this dream No diggity I'm about to go pull some hoes (Yelawolf) Roll down the window in the Chevy And I listen to the critics, but they really wasn't sayin sh** Buddy I'm a gudda muthaf**a from an Alabama creek You don't know who you playin with. They talk so much that I pick one of these pebbles Under me get laryngitis. The wade is so contagious, so who gave it? Apparently I did. Put fish in the back of my boat I'm a fisherman, I'ma reel'em in mackaral Imma give 'em ten minutes then put 'em back in the water there just to see them all float Kinda like mixtapes on the back of my trunk Buddy, yeah, I got 'em all sold. In Alabama was an Arm and Hammer Swimmin' in propoganda I got 'em all "Whoa" Promenade country boy get out my way Gallon of sweet tea and a packet of lemonade Smackin' a f*ggot I crack a bat on the pen and page No h*mo, anyway Any stage, rip it anyway, The independent way, look, Have you seen his J's Footwork, send them in a rage Feelin' like a millionaire on minimum wage Don't need a Mercedes to take yo girl My Chevy is sick, Earl. I let her play with my mullet, while she sip syrup Hold up Alabama funk Make you lose your teeth like a Mountain Dew soda Some Saltines wanna live in the box But guess what? I'm the cracka who showed up! (Eminem) Cause sometimes I feel like it's so hard for me To come up with sh** to say ayyyyy I'm at a loss for words, cause ya'll already said it all I think I'm runnin out of cliches I'm gettin' writer's block. Psyche Cause sometimes I feel like it's so hard for me To come up with sh** to say ayyyyy I'm at a loss for words, cause ya'll are raisin' all I think I'm runnin out of cliches I'm gettin' righted by sight (Wiz Khalifa) Left the crib with ten grand Bought a hundred pair I'm the coach I could show you how to be player Five faces The fitted b**hes love my hair Camo shorts go with anything I wanna wear They let me in the club f** the dress code Me and all my n***as rollin' up the best smoke OG Kush from the West Coast Oh you down to f**? Shorty let's go Diamonds in my chain, n***as tryna still my lane Kronic in my brain b**h I'm reppin Taylor Gang Smoke 'til I'm insane, drink until I'm throwin up Only papers if you Taylor'd n***a throw it up High socks, low cuts Smell that good weed, then you know it's us That yellow car pulling up Them n***as ain't hot so they ain't close to us Down to fly get two fingers and hold 'em up (Eminem) Cause sometimes I feel like it's so hard for me To come up with sh** to say ayyyyy I'm at a loss for words, cause ya'll already said it all I think I'm runnin out of cliches I'm gettin' writer's block. Psyche Cause sometimes I feel like it's so hard for me To come up with sh** to say ayyyyy I'm at a loss for words, cause ya'll already said it all I think I'm runnin out of cliches I'm gettin' writer's block. Psyche