Luis Resto - All I Think About lyrics

[Hook: Eminem] From the moment I go to bed 'till I wake up All day, this is all I can think about, baby (Oh, yeah) So I go straight at opponents' heads with this anger Always, ‘cause this is all I can think about, baby (Oh, yeah) [Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"] The chopper got about fifty bullets Ain't no way it's accidental when I spill 'em on you I'm the realest in the biz, how you livin'? Cause you can get it how you live And while you livin', I'm a say my pull out game is so real I still get rid of kids, now that's ill The top of your head can fly of the top of convertibles Ain't gon' really take no time to come through and murder you I don't fake mine, I do this the fair way Snitches get stitches, blown away and left on display Hung by the grapevine, I just kicked a chair away Let me be the first to tell you that you lookin' at a superstar My microphone and AK-47, that's my new guitar I don't belong to you and I don't care who you are Yeah, you sold a couple records, got a couple joints Got a few Jordans, three, four pairs of Louboutins That's besides the point like a shootin' guard n***a, I'm a rockstar [Eminem] With whoopin' cough (I am) sick, George Clooney wit' a Uzi What kind of a movie star Would hop out a movin' car just to prove he's hard? "f** you doin', you retard?" Should be put in a cast as soon as we start shootin', dog You swear I knew where the Roofies are The way I drug a b**h... through the yard Stuffed little Suzie in cardboard after wrappin' her nude and newly scarred Body in waterproof tarp covered in roofin' tar So what you so blunt for? Did you f**in' fall off, chump? Or did you jump? Or did you just become bored with this? You're slipping into a funk, I just become morbid And more self-absorbed in my own world, everyone orbits Pen at the table, I don't know when I'll be able to stop Told you from the gate One thought it generally takes and I'm off to the races Wait, mentally stable, hold your f**in' horses There's nothin' more disgustin' an animal I just got done snortin' the f**in' bathroom soap And the tannin' lotion To unwarp this mind you gon' need some sort of an antidote There's not a pill for bananas though It's unfortunate, you got delusions of grandeur though Actin' like you're Michelangelo with a f**in' cordless b**h, I'm Shredder, so you better crawl back in your shell Or run 'fore you get injured A f**in' Ninja Turtle wouldn't come toward us Two joint forces, of course this is what blunt force is Cause we'd smoke you on any joint Bad and Evil's back, b**h You might experience some shortness of breath As you sit with your lungs punctured Hear their motherf**in' tears come pourin' If I tell you once more, then you're done for You're going to have to learn How to f**in' hear from a ruptured eardrum Forrest, am I clear? You Gump, you're as dumb as a stump To think we'd come with a trunk shortage Ba** in your face, b**h Chuck Norris' nunchucks morph into guns, swords This is what blood sport is The goriest, glorious, notorious bigamous, shogun warriors [Royce Da 5'9”] God damn, the Slaughter boy general Once I slaughter it, you couldn't un-slaughter it Once I order a hit, you couldn't un-order it Hit's an order, this the consortium [Hook: Eminem] From the moment I go to bed 'till I wake up All day, this is all I can think about, baby (Oh, yeah) So I go straight at opponent's heads with this anger Always, ‘cause this is all I can think about, baby (Oh, yeah) [Verse 2: Eminem] If I don't got no more drama, b**h, I'm a fish outta water bottle After all these guys I slaughter Applause is gettin' louder, how the f** did this happen? I never rapped for b**hes, how's it that my audience now is broader? Devil without a cause, rebel without a pause I am a kaze without the kami You wouldn't be a G if you cost me a thousand dollars Infrared in my pencil lead But always keep an extra one stocked though In the back pocket and both of 'em locked And they're loaded, like co*ked twin Glocks that I'm holdin' You better pause when you see these two dots on your colon f**in' punks, you wait, just got to rockin' and rollin' Cause Elvis ain't left the buildin' yet, I'm still a villain You feel a threat when I step in and k** a set in a millisec With the weapon of intellect, Hannibal Lecter with the black belt In kung fu, protect your neck and [Royce Da 5'9”] Respect the gun rule Read in the Art of War book by Sun Tzu You realize if you defy, you probably won't be around here long Rapunzel (get over it) Look, b**h, I got the bands in my pocket And the drum roll poppin', that's... That's overk**, I keep the k** under me I keep the chill one degree I hit you with a hook that'll make you see threes You realize as soon as you beat me that you didn't Yeah, there's still one of me, now me slap you That's a recap view, that's normal embarra**ing And you slap me, that's knee-slap humor, that's hardly hilarious So we scrap over you lyin' like a feline cub in a forest Cherishing a k** from a dominant male [Eminem] And I'm born with Malaria Form of Lou Gehrigs To torture and terrify corporate America Poor little Erica In the morning the sheriff's and Law Enforcement Will find one fourth of her buried Under a barrier of the kitchen floor With the stairs in an outdoor wooded area [Hook: Eminem] From the moment I go to bed 'till I wake up All day, this is all I can think about, baby (Oh, yeah) So I go straight at opponent's heads with this anger Always, ‘cause this is all I can think about, baby (Oh, yeah) [Verse 3: Royce Da 5'9] Back then, hoes didn't want him Now the black Benz all hittin' corners My spectacular, vernacular I spit like giving Ex-Lax to Dracula Let me translate, I'm tryna find me a b**h And then I'm s**ing on her neck while she naked And then I'm sh**ting on her [Eminem] And I'm getting bo*ers from what I'm spitting Getting blown to smithereens in a Toyota Getting stoned ta Jonas Brothers Brothers, songs fricken rotisserie how these birds are flipping A time bomb with a nervous tick Another murder victim, I flirted with them first And burrr-stick ‘em, I'd burn up if i try to step foot inside a church chicken *scratching noise* wanna *scratching noise* making sure any who battle me crawl away Assault and battery holiday, and just when you're thinking that'll be all I say I'll start automatically calling names and rattling off fellow rappers so pardon the an*logy But I disappear as quick as Natalie Holloway It's my mentality all the way, I'm normally a suicide mission to try dissin' But one thing I never mind's getting called Elvis all the time In the articles that you write which is why I never reply, cause he died sh**ting So-a, sh**ting, I'm spitting my infinite supply of written bonafide Kidding aside, critics take my little white dick in your eyelid like to f** it Switch subjects, moving on to the next one its, Ch- Chucky Who wanna play with number one overall, Kid Cudi A psycho buddy who might go nutty ‘cause he don't like nobody His knife's so bloody ‘cause he just sliced somebody Pull out the Schick Hydro and [Royce Da 5'9] In light of what he, just said, this for those who even kinda want it Cause for this man, I would take a lighter And light up all of my Lighter money You can call it pyro money, "Hi Rihanna" I mean wait, "Hi Tianna", wait, "Hi Tatiana", sh** I gotta problem I don't like, it's called f** a model-itis Who p**y the tightest? That's amazing, sit your a** down I don't like the p**y too tight Get the f** outta here and have some babies Vocabulary still ill, the 911 still will It's all yellow with the black stripe, k** bill I'm so far ahead of the sk**s here I'm getting ready for my past life I'm the real deal [Eminem] Like Holyfield, think you irreplaceable? Bite it (that's overk**) 'Till I keel over like somebody stuffed roadk** and Ebola in my bowl of oatmeal, you know the deal I'm not about to sit and go through the whole spiel Of how I'm, how I'm cold steel like a old closed snowmobile And no feeling but so jovial But don't be one of those who mistake me for a joke, I'm so for real It's what I told the phony emcee before I broke his will Drove a drill through his skull to see his soul Told him when I snap like a photo He'll get exposed like a roll of film Now here he goes again, oh I'm so trill, I'mma get the hoes again Like Buffalo Bill's, b**h you didn't put lotion in The bucket, f** it, beat the poor little old widow With throat pillows, soap brillos, finished my goat milk then Smoke billows I lit up...ah, f** it