Eminem - Fall

You know
everybody's been tellin' me
what they think about me
for the last few months
It's too loud
Maybe it's time I tell 'em
what I think about them
Can't hear it coming down the
hallway stairs from the parking lot
It's too loud
Three's not a crowd
all up in it slow fire
Don't fall on my face
Don't fall on my faith oh
Don't fall on my fate
Don't fall on my faith oh
Don't fall on my fate
Don't fall on my?
Gotta concentrate
against the clock I race
Got no time to waste I'm already late
I got a marathoner's pace
Went from addict to a workaholic
word to Dr. Dre
In that first marijuana tape-guess
I got a chronic case yeah
And I ain't just blowin' smoke
'less it's in your momma's face
I know this time Paul and Dre
They won't tell me
what not to say nope
And though me and my party days
Have all pretty much parted ways
You'd swear to God I forgot
I'm the guy that made Not Afraid
One last time for Charlamagne
If my response is late
it's just how long it takes
To hit my fuckin' radar
I'm so far away
These rappers are like Hunger Games
One minute they're mockin' Jay
Next minute they get their style
from Migos or they copy Drake
Maybe I just don't know
when to turn around and walk away
But all the hate
I call it Walk on Water gate
I've had as much as I can tolerate
I'm sick and tired of waitin'
I done lost my patience
I can take all of you
motherfuckers on at once
You wanted Shady You got him
Don't fall on my face yeah
Don't fall on my faith oh
Don't fall on my fate line 'em up
Don't fall on my faith oh rrr
Don't fall on my fate look
Somebody tell Budden before I snap
he better fasten it
Or have his body bag get zipped
The closest thing he's had to
hits is smackin' bitches
And don't make me have to
give it back to Akademiks
Say this shit is trash again
I'll have you twisted
Like you had it
when you thought you
had me slippin' at the telly
Even when I'm gettin' brain
you'll never catch me with a thot
Lackin' with it
he ain't spittin'
like this on his last shit
Ho you better go back and listen
You know me better
thinkin' I'll slow or let up
Call it trap
'cause it's a total setup
Hopin' that you rappers fall in that
Dre said Hold your head up
Kathy Griffin
Stackin' ammunition
slap the clip in
cock it back on competition
This is how I shot ahead pew
Gabby Giffords
My attack is vicious
Jack the Ripper back in business
Tyler create nothin'
I see why you
called yourself a bitch
It's not just
'cause you lack attention
It's because you
worship D12's balls
you're sack-religious
If you're gonna critique me
You better at least be
as good or better
Get Earl the Hooded Sweater
Whatever his name is
to help you put together
Some words more than
just two letters
The fans waited for this moment
like that feature
When I stole the show ha
sorry if I took forever haha
Don't fall on my face yeah
Don't fall on my faith oh I won't
Don't fall on my fate line 'em up
Don't fall on my faith oh ha
Don't fall on my fate
it's too easy
Just remember I was here before you
And I'll be here after
you make your run-in for you
Detractors I might have to fuck
Pitchfork with a corkscrew
Just what the doctor ordered
Revenge is the best medicine
Increase the dose from least to most
And then tell the Grammys
to go and fuck themselves
They suck the blood from
all the biggest artists
like some leeches
So they nominate 'em get 'em there
get a name to MC the show
Every parasite needs a host haha
Then give Album of the Year
to somebody that no one's
ever even heard of
All I know is I wrote
every single word of
Everything I ever murdered
Time to separate the sheep
from goats yeah
And I got no faith in your writers
I don't believe in ghosts
When rap needed it most
I was that wing and a prayer
A beacon of hope
put a B-I-R-D in the air
Somewhere some kid is bumpin'
this while he
lip-syncs in the mirror
That's who I'm doin' it for
the rest I don't really even care
But you would think
I'm carryin' a Oxford dictionary
in my pocket
How I'm buryin' these artists
On a scale of turnt you're minus
Mine says very yours says hardly
And what's scary is you probably
can compare me to your car
'cause I'm just barely
gettin' started woo
And far as Lord Jamar
you better leave me the hell alone
Or I'll show you an Elvis clone
Walk up in this house you own
thrust my pelvic bone
Use your telephone
and go fetch me the remote
Put my feet up and
just make myself at home
I belong here clown
Don't tell me 'bout the culture
I inspired the Hopsins
the Logics the Coles the
Seans the K-Dots the 5'9s and oh
Brought the world 50 Cent
you did squat piss and moan
But I'm not gonna fall bitch yeah
It's too loud
Can't hear it coming down the
hallway stairs from the parking lot
It's too loud
Three's not a crowd all up in it
Slow fire