Dance Tonight Lyrics – BCL Feat. DJ Flow

Dance Tonight Lyrics

By . BCL Feat. DJ Flow

I wanna dance tonight until forever
Let this be the time of our lives
Oh let me see the light and feel so beautiful
Let this be the time of our life

Beauty is vain, trauma’s deceitful
Strength is my friend ’cause luck is unfaithful
Grace is make, gold what i’m made of
I’m reaching for the stars so you know where to find me
Pain is my fuel, set me on fire
You shoot me down but i’m flying higher
They’re cruel, they’re a fool
They’re tryna break my soul, they won’t they don’t



And i…
I wanna dance tonight until forever
Let this be the time of our lives
Oh let me see the light and feel so beautiful
Let this be the time of our life

Yeah
She do this when she wake up
She don’t even need no single makeup
That’s my woman, she all caked up
Ready for the world, she always face up
You can’t dim the light that shine from within
She on fire, alive and kicking
Speeding from the she where she sits in
When she speaks his story begin

She’s a home maker, record breaker
[?] breaker, they just make her
Watch [?] say your prayer
She know better, won’t fall never
She dance like no one else business
She [?] from every man’s wish list
She the illest, most of the realest
Turn the lights on, we about to witness

I wanna dance tonight until forever
Let this be the time of our lives
Oh let me see the light and feel so beautiful
Let this be the time of our life



Uh-uh
And now she’s coming for you, you better ready for
This ain’t a [?] never seen before
I’ve seen the rainy days, i got my dancing shoes
I don’t know about you

But i wanna dance tonight until forever
Let this be the time of our lives
Oh let me see the light and feel so beautiful
Let this be the time of our life
Of our lives
Forever and our lives
Let me see the light, let me see the light


Where Is The Love Lyrics – The Black Eyed Peas

Where Is The Love Lyrics

By . The Black Eyed Peas

What’s wrong with the world, mama
People livin’ like they ain’t got no mamas
I think the whole world addicted to the drama
Only attracted to things that’ll bring you traumaOverseas, yeah, we try to stop terrorism
But we still got terrorists here livin’
In the USA, the big CIA
The Bloods and The Crips and the KKKBut if you only have love for your own race
Then you only leave space to discriminate
And to discriminate only generates hate
And when you hate then you’re bound to get irate, yeah
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Madness is what you demonstrate
And that’s exactly how anger works and operates
Man, you gotta have love just to set it straight
Take control of your mind and meditate
Let your soul gravitate to the love, y’all, y’allPeople killin’, people dyin’
Children hurt and you hear them cryin’
Can you practice what you preach?
Or would you turn the other cheek?Father, Father, Father help us
Send some guidance from above
‘Cause people got me, got me questionin’
Where is the love (Love)Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love, the love, the love

It just ain’t the same, old ways have changed
New days are strange, is the world insane?
If love and peace are so strong
Why are there pieces of love that don’t belong?Nations droppin’ bombs
Chemical gasses fillin’ lungs of little ones
With ongoin’ sufferin’ as the youth die young
So ask yourself is the lovin’ really goneSo I could ask myself really what is goin’ wrong
In this world that we livin’ in people keep on givin’ in
Makin’ wrong decisions, only visions of them dividends
Not respectin’ each other, deny thy brother
A war is goin’ on but the reason’s undercoverThe truth is kept secret, it’s swept under the rug
If you never know truth then you never know love
Where’s the love, y’all, come on (I don’t know)
Where’s the truth, y’all, come on (I don’t know)
Where’s the love, y’allPeople killin’, people dyin’
Children hurt and you hear them cryin’
Can you practice what you preach?
Or would you turn the other cheek?Father, Father, Father help us
Send some guidance from above
‘Cause people got me, got me questionin’
Where is the love (Love)Where is the love (The love)?
Where is the love (The love)?
Where is the love (The love)?
Where is the love, the love, the love?I feel the weight of the world on my shoulder
As I’m gettin’ older, y’all, people gets colder
Most of us only care about money makin’




Selfishness got us followin’ the wrong directionWrong information always shown by the media
Negative images is the main criteria
Infecting the young minds faster than bacteria
Kids wanna act like what they see in the cinemaYo’, whatever happened to the values of humanity
Whatever happened to the fairness and equality
Instead of spreading love we’re spreading animosity
Lack of understanding, leading us away from unityThat’s the reason why sometimes I’m feelin’ under
That’s the reason why sometimes I’m feelin’ down
There’s no wonder why sometimes I’m feelin’ under
Gotta keep my faith alive ’til love is found
Now ask yourselfWhere is the love?
Where is the love?
Where is the love?
Where is the love?Father, Father, Father, help us
Send some guidance from above
‘Cause people got me, got me questionin’
Where is the love?



Stan Lyrics By Eminem feat. Dido

Stan Lyrics

By . Eminem feat. Dido

[Dido:]
My tea’s gone cold I’m wondering why I got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window and I can’t see at all
And even if I could it’ll all be gray, but your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it’s not so bad, it’s not so bad
[2x]



[Eminem as Stan:]
Dear Slim, I wrote you but you still ain’t calling
I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not-a got ’em
There probably was a problem at the post office or something
Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot ’em
But anyways; fuck it, what’s been up? Man, how’s your daughter?
My girlfriend’s pregnant, too, I’m bout to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess what I’mma call her?
I’mma name her Bonnie
I read about your Uncle Ronnie, too, I’m sorry
I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn’t want him
I know you probably hear this everyday, but I’m your biggest fan
I even got the underground shit that you did with Skam
I got a room full of your posters and your pictures, man
I like the shit you did with Rawkus, too, that shit was phat
Anyways, I hope you get this, man, hit me back,
Just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan
This is Stan

[Dido:]
My tea’s gone cold I’m wondering why I got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window and I can’t see at all
And even if I could it’ll all be gray, but your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it’s not so bad, it’s not so bad

[Eminem as Stan:]
Dear Slim, you still ain’t called or wrote, I hope you have a chance
I ain’t mad – I just think it’s FUCKED UP you don’t answer fans
If you didn’t wanna talk to me outside your concert
You didn’t have to, but you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew
That’s my little brother man, he’s only six years old
We waited in the blistering cold for you,
For four hours and you just said, “No.”
That’s pretty shitty man – you’re like his fucking idol
He wants to be just like you man, he likes you more than I do
I ain’t that mad though, I just don’t like being lied to
Remember when we met in Denver – you said if I’d write you
You would write back – see I’m just like you in a way
I never knew my father neither;
He used to always cheat on my mom and beat her
I can relate to what you’re saying in your songs
So when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put ’em on
‘Cause I don’t really got shit else so that shit helps when I’m depressed
I even got a tattoo with your name across the chest
Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds
It’s like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me
See everything you say is real, and I respect you ’cause you tell it
My girlfriend’s jealous ’cause I talk about you 24/7
But she don’t know you like I know you Slim, no one does
She don’t know what it was like for people like us growing up
You gotta call me man, I’ll be the biggest fan you’ll ever lose
Sincerely yours, Stan
P.S.
We should be together, too

[Dido:]
My tea’s gone cold I’m wondering why I got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window and I can’t see at all
And even if I could it’ll all be gray, but your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it’s not so bad, it’s not so bad



[Eminem as Stan:]
Dear Mister I’m-Too-Good-To-Call-Or-Write-My-Fans,
This’ll be the last package I ever send your ass
It’s been six months and still no word. I don’t deserve it?
I know you got my last two letters;
I wrote the addresses on ’em perfect
So this is my cassette I’m sending you, I hope you hear it
I’m in the car right now, I’m doing 90 on the freeway
Hey Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive?
You know the song by Phil Collins “In the Air Tonight”
About that guy who coulda saved that other guy from drowning
But didn’t, then Phil saw it all, then at a show he found him?
That’s kinda how this is, you coulda rescued me from drowning
Now it’s too late. I’m on a 1000 downers now, I’m drowsy
And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call
I hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wall
I love you, Slim, we coulda been together, think about it
You ruined it now, I hope you can’t sleep and you dream about it
And when you dream I hope you can’t sleep and you scream about it
I hope your conscience eats at you and you can’t breathe without me
See, Slim,—shut up bitch! I’m trying to talk!
Hey, Slim, that’s my girlfriend screaming in the trunk,
But I didn’t slit her throat, I just tied her up. See, I ain’t like you
‘Cause if she suffocates she’ll suffer more, and then she’ll die, too
Well, gotta go, I’m almost at the bridge now
Oh shit, I forgot, how’m I supposed to send this shit out?
[*car tires squeal, crash, loud splash*]

[Dido:]
My tea’s gone cold I’m wondering why I got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window and I can’t see at all
And even if I could it’ll all be gray, but your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it’s not so bad, it’s not so bad

[Eminem:]
Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner but I’ve just been busy
You said your girlfriend’s pregnant now, how far along is she?
Look, I’m really flattered you would call your daughter that
And here’s an autograph for your brother,
I wrote it on the Starter cap
I’m sorry I didn’t see you at the show, I musta missed you
Don’t think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you
But what’s this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists, too?
I say that shit just clowning dogg,
C’mon! How fucked up is you?


You got some issues, Stan, I think you need some counseling
To help your ass from bouncing off the walls when you get down some
And what’s this shit about us meant to be together?
That type of shit’ll make me not want us to meet each other
I really think you and your girlfriend need each other
Or maybe you just need to treat her better
I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time
Before you hurt yourself, I think that you’ll be doing just fine
If you relax a little, I’m glad I inspire you but, Stan
Why are you so mad? Try to understand, that I do want you as a fan
I just don’t want you to do some crazy shit
I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick
Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge
And had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was pregnant with his kid
And in the car they found a tape, but they didn’t say who it was to
Come to think about it, his name was… it was you
Damn!

Lose Yourself Lyrics – Eminem

Lose Yourself Lyrics

By . Eminem

Look, if you had, one shot, or one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted. In one moment
Would you capture it, or just let it slip?
Yo

His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There’s vomit on his sweater already, mom’s spaghetti
He’s nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready to drop bombs,
But he keeps on forgetting what he wrote down,
The whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth, but the words won’t come out
He’s choking how, everybody’s joking now
The clock’s run out, time’s up, over, blaow!
Snap back to reality. Oh, there goes gravity
Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked
He’s so mad, but he won’t give up that
Easy, no
He won’t have it, he knows his whole back’s to these ropes
It don’t matter, he’s dope
He knows that but he’s broke
He’s so stagnant, he knows
When he goes back to his mobile home, that’s when it’s
Back to the lab again, yo
This whole rhapsody
He better go capture this moment and hope it don’t pass him



You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go (go)
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime (yo)
You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go (go)
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime (yo)
(You better)

The soul’s escaping, through this hole that is gaping
This world is mine for the taking
Make me king, as we move toward a new world order
A normal life is boring, but superstardom’s close to postmortem
It only grows harder, homie grows hotter
He blows. It’s all over. These hoes is all on him
Coast to coast shows, he’s known as the globetrotter
Lonely roads, God only knows
He’s grown farther from home, he’s no father
He goes home and barely knows his own daughter
But hold your nose ’cause here goes the cold water
His hoes don’t want him no more, he’s cold product
They moved on to the next schmoe who flows
He nose dove and sold nada
So the soap opera is told and unfolds
I suppose it’s old partner, but the beat goes on
Da da dum da dum da da da da

No more games, I’mma change what you call rage
Tear this motherfucking roof off like two dogs caged
I was playing in the beginning, the mood all changed
I’ve been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage
But I kept rhyming and stepped right into the next cypher
Best believe somebody’s paying the Pied Piper
All the pain inside amplified by the
Fact that I can’t get by with my 9 to 5
And I can’t provide the right type of life for my family
‘Cause man, these goddamn food stamps don’t buy diapers
And it’s no movie, there’s no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life
And these times are so hard, and it’s getting even harder
Trying to feed and water my seed, plus
Teeter totter caught up between being a father and a primadonna
Baby, mama drama’s screaming on her
Too much for me to wanna
Stay in one spot, another day of monotony’s gotten me
To the point, I’m like a snail
I’ve got to formulate a plot or I end up in jail or shot
Success is my only motherfucking option, failure’s not
Mom, I love you, but this trailer’s got to go
I cannot grow old in Salem’s lot
So here I go it’s my shot.
Feet, fail me not
This may be the only opportunity that I got

You can do anything you set your mind to, man


Venom Lyrics – Eminem

Venom Lyrics

By . Eminem

I got a song filled with shit for the strong willed
When the world gives you a raw deal
Set you off till you
Scream, piss off, screw you
When it talks to you like you don’t belong
Or tells you you’re in the wrong field
When’s something’s in your mitochondrial
‘Cause it latched on to you, like



Knock knock, let the devil in, malevolent
As I’ve ever been, head is spinnin’ and this medicine
Screaming, “L-l-l-let us in”
L-l-lick like a salad bowl, Edgar Allen Poe
Bedridden, shoulda been dead a long time ago
Liquid Tylenol, gelatin, think my skeleton’s meltin’
Wicked, I get all high when I think I’ve smelled the scent
Of elephant manure
Element glue, screw it, to hell with it
I went through hell with accelerance and blew up
My-my-myself again, Volkswagen, tailspin
Bucket matches my pale skin, metal in
Went from Hellmann’s and being rail thin, Filet-o-Fish
Scribbles and Olympics ’97 Freaknik
How can I be down? Me and Bizarre in Florida
Proof’s room slept on floor in the, motel then
Dr. Dre said, “Hell yeah”
And I got his stamp like a pouch card, word to Mel-Man
And I know they’re gonna hate but I don’t care, I
Barely could wait to hit them with the snare and the bass
Square in the face, this fuckin’ world better prepare to get laced
Because they’re gonna taste my



Venom
(I got that) Adrenaline in ’em (venom)
Not knowing with ’em
Never gonna slow up in ’em
Ready to step in momentum
Thinking it’s time to go get ’em
They ain’t gonna know what hit ’em
(When they get bitten with the)
Venom
(I got that) Adrenaline in ’em (venom)
Not knowing with ’em
Never gonna slow up in ’em
Ready to step in momentum
Thinking it’s time to go get ’em
They ain’t gonna know what hit ’em
(When they get bit with the)

I said knock knock, let the devil in
Shotgun p-p-pellets in the felt pin
Cocked, fuck around and catch a hot one
I-i-it’s evident I’m not done
V-venomous, the thought spun like your web and you just caught in ’em
Held against your will like a hubcap or a mud flap
Be strangled or attacked
So this ain’t gonna feel like a love tap
Eat painkiller pills, fuck a blood track
Like, what’s her name at the wheel?
Then a cup catch up
Through the car into reverse at the end of the nut ration
And you look back and it’s just mangled steel
My Mustang and Jeep Wrangler grill
With the front smashed, much as my rear for the assassin
Slim be the combination of an actual kamikaze and Gandhi
Translation, I will probably kill us both when I end up
Backin’ into ya
You ain’t gonna be able to tell what the fuck’s happened
End of ya, when you’re bit with the

Venom
(I got that) Adrenaline in ’em (venom)
Not knowing with ’em
Never gonna slow up in ’em
Ready to step in momentum
Thinking it’s time to go get ’em
They ain’t gonna know what hit ’em
(When they get bitten with the)
Venom
(I got that) Adrenaline in ’em (venom)
Not knowing with ’em
Never gonna slow up in ’em
Ready to step in momentum
Thinking it’s time to go get ’em
They ain’t gonna know what hit ’em
(When they get bitten with the)

I said, “Knock knock, let the devil in, alien”
E-E-Elliot phone home, ain’t no telling when this choke hold
On this game will end, I’m loco
Became a symbiote, so
My fangs are in your throat, ho
You’re steppin’ in with my
Venom
Put the ballpoint pen ’em
Gun cock, bump stock, devil eye, buckshot
Tied for the uppercut
Tie a couple knots, fired up and caught
Fire juggernaut
Punk rock bitches going down like Yung Joc
‘Cause the Doc put me on like sunblock
Why the fuck not?
You only get one shot
Ate shit till I can’t taste it
Chased it with straight liquor
Then bathe in ’em then drank till I faint
And I wait with a headache and I take anything in
Rectangular shape, then I wait
To face the demons I’m bonded to
‘Cause they’re chasing me but I’m part of you
So escaping me is impossible
I latch onto you like a
Parasite, and I probably ruined your parents’ life
And your childhood too
‘Cause if I’m the music that y’all grew up on
I’m responsible for you retarded fools
I’m the supervillain dad and mom was losin’ their marbles to
You marvel that? Eddie Brock is you
And I’m the suit, so call me



Venom
(I got that) Adrenaline in ’em (venom)
Not knowing with ’em
Never gonna slow up in ’em
Ready to step in momentum
Thinking it’s time to go get ’em
They ain’t gonna know what hit ’em
(When they get bitten with the)
Venom
(I got that) Adrenaline in ’em (venom)
Not knowing with ’em
Never gonna slow up in ’em
Ready to step in momentum
Thinking it’s time to go get ’em
They ain’t gonna know what hit ’em
(When they get bit with the)


Eminem ft. Joyner Lucas – Lucky You Lyrics

Lucky You Lyrics



Whoa, Joyner, Joyner, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, I done did a lot of things in my day, I admit it
I don’t take back what I say, if I said it then I meant it
All my life, I want a Grammy, but I’ll prolly never get it
I ain’t never had no trophy or no motherfuckin’ ribbon (aye, yah yah)
Fuck the system, I’m that nigga, bend the law, cut the rules
I’m about to risk it all, I ain’t got too much to lose
Y’all been eatin’ long enough, it’s my turn to cut the food
Pass the plate! Where my drink? This my day, lucky you
Fuck you too, woo!

Y’all gotta move, y’all gotta move, y’all gotta move
Give me some room, give me some room, give me the juice
Hop out the coupe, hop out the coupe, hop out and shoot
Y’all gotta move, y’all gotta move, give me the juice

Back on my bullshit, my back to the wall
Turn my back on you, all of you finished
Back to these bullets, it’s back to the job
Pull my MAC out and all of you runnin’
Back on my hood shit, it’s back to the pushin’
These packs and I’m actually pumpin’
Can’t fuck with you rappers, you practically suckin’
You mighta’ went platinum, but that don’t mean nothin’
I’m actually buzzin’ this time
Straight out the kitchen, I told ’em the oven is mine
I do not fuck with you guys
If I don’t kill you, just know you gon’ suffer this time
I ain’t no gangster but I got some bangers
Some chains and some blades and a couple of knives
Choppers and jammies, a partridge, a pear tree
My twelve days of Christmas was nothin’ but lies (ay)
I run at you hard like a sumo (sumo)
They say I talk like a chulo (chulo)
I live in Mars, I’m not Bruno (woo)
Bitch I’m a dog, call me “Cujo” (rah)
You play your cards, I reverse on you all
And I might just drop 4 like a Uno (bup)
Cállate boca mejor, maricón, little puto, and all of you culo (Joyner)
They’ve invented a level up in the ghetto to get old
Lookin’ for somethin’ I prolly can never find now
Shit get relevant until the beef die down
In truth a nigga just really want me tied down
I’ve been alone and I never needed nobody
Just only me and my shotty, I’ll tell these niggas to lie down
Keep all the money, I never wanted the lifestyle
I just pray to God that my son’ll be alright now
I said ain’t no love for the other side
Or anyone who ever want smoke (Joyner)
When I die I’m goin’ out as the underdog who never lost hope (yeah)
You in the wrong cab down the wrong path
Nigga, wrong way, wrong road (woo)
Snakes in the grass tryna slither fast
I just bought a fuckin’ lawn mower (vroom!)



I done said a lotta things in my day, I admit it
This is payback in a way, I regret it that I did it
I done won a couple Grammys, but I sold my soul to get ’em
Wasn’t in it for the trophies, just the fuckin’ recognition
Fuck’s the difference?
I’m that cracker, bend the law, fuck the rules
Man I used to risk it all, now I got too much to lose
I’ve been eatin’ long enough, man my stomach should be full
I just ate, licked the plate, my buffet, lucky me
Fuck you think? (woo!)

I got a couple of mansions
Still I don’t have any manners
You got a couple of ghost writers
But to these kids it don’t actually matter
They’re askin’ me, “What the fuck happened to hip-hop?”
I said, “I don’t have any answers.”
‘Cause I took an L when I dropped my last album
It hurt me like hell but I’m back on these rappers
And actually comin’ from humble beginnings
I’m somewhat uncomfortable winning
I wish I could say “What a wonderful feeling!”
“We’re on the upswing like we’re punchin’ the ceiling!”
But nothin’ is feeling like anyone has any fuckin’ ability
To even stick to a subject, it’s killin’ me
The inability to pen humility
Hatata batata, why don’t we make a bunch of
Fuckin’ songs about nothin’ and mumble ’em?
Fuck it, I’m goin’ for the jugular
Shit is a circus, you clowns that are comin’ up
Don’t give an ounce of a motherfuck
About the ones that were here before you that made rap
Let’s recap, way back, MC’s that wreak havoc on tape decks
ADATs, where the G Raps and Kanes at?
We need 3 Stacks ASAP and bring Masta Ace back
‘Cause half of these rappers have brain damage
All the lean rappin’, face tats, syruped out like tree sap
I don’t hate trap, and I don’t wanna seem mad
But in fact, where the old me at? The same cat
That would take that feed-back and aim back, I need that
But I think it’s inevitable
They know what button to press or what lever to pull
To get me to snap though (lil’ bitch)
And if I’m payin’ attention I’m probably makin’ it bigger
But you’ve been takin’ ya dicks in the fuckin’ back, ho (get it?)
On the brink, any minute got me thinkin’ of finishin’
Everything with acetaminophen and reapin’ the benefits
I’m asleep at the wheel again
As I peak into thinkin’ about an evil intent
Of another beat I’ma kill again
‘Cause even if I gotta end up eatin’ a pill again
Even ketamine or methamphetamine with the minithin
It better be at least 70 or 300 milligram
And I might as well ’cause I’ma end up bein’ a villain again
Levels to this shit, I got an elevator
You could never say to me I’m not a fuckin’ record breaker
I sound like a broken record every time I break a record
Nobody could ever take away the legacy I made, I never cater
Motherfucker, now I got a right to be this way
I got spite inside my DNA
But I wrote ’til the wheels fall off, I’m workin’ tirelessly, ayy
It’s the moment y’all been waitin’ for
Like California wishin’ rain would pour
In that drought, y’all been prayin’ for
My downfall from the 8 Mile to the Southpaw
Still the same Marshall, that outlaw
That they say as a writer might’ve fell off
I’m back on that bull like the cowboys

So y’all gotta move (yeah), y’all gotta move (yeah), y’all gotta move
Give me some room, give me some room, give me the juice
Hop out the coupe, hop out the coupe, hop out and shoot
Y’all gotta move, y’all gotta move, give me the juice


Killshot lyric – Eminem

Killshot lyric




You sound like a bitch, bitch
Shut the fuck up
When your fans become your haters
You done?
Fuckin’ beard’s weird
Alright
You yellin’ at the mic, fuckin’ weird beard
We doin’ this once
You yellin’ at the mic, your beard’s weird
Why you yell at the mic? (Illa)

Rihanna just hit me on a text
Last night I left hickeys on her neck
Wait, you just dissed me? I’m perplexed
Insult me in a line, compliment me on the next
Damn, I’m really sorry you want me to have a heart attack
Was watchin’ 8 Mile on my NordicTrack
Realized I forgot to call you back
Here’s that autograph for your daughter, I wrote it on a Starter cap
Stan, Stan, son
Listen, man, Dad isn’t mad
But how you gonna name yourself after a damn gun
And have a man-bun?
The giant’s woke, eyes open, undeniable
Supplyin’ smoke, got the fire stoked
Say you got me in a scope, but you grazed me
I say one call to Interscope and you’re Swayze
Your reply got the crowd yelling, “Woo!”
So before you die let’s see who can out-petty who
With your corny lines (“Slim, you’re old”)—ow, Kelly, ooh
But I’m 45 and I’m still outselling you
By 29, I had three albums that had blew
Now let’s talk about somethin’ I don’t really do
Go in someone’s daughter’s mouth stealin’ food
But you’re a fuckin’ mole hill
Now I’ma make a mountain out of you, woo!
Ho, chill, actin’ like you put the chrome barrel to my bone marrow
Gunner? Bitch, you ain’t a bow and arrow
Say you’ll run up on me like a phone bill, sprayin’ lead (brrt)
Playin’ dead, that’s the only time you hold still (hold up)
Are you eating cereal or oatmeal?
What the fuck’s in the bowl, milk? Wheaties or Cheerios?
‘Cause I’m takin’ a shit in ’em, Kelly, I need reading material
…Dictionary…
“Yo, Slim, your last four albums sucked
Go back to Recovery,” oh shoot, that was three albums ago
What do you know? Oops
Know your facts before you come at me, lil’ goof
Luxury, oh, you broke, bitch? Yeah, I had enough money in ’02
To burn it in front of you, ho
Younger me? No, you the wack me, it’s funny but so true
I’d rather be 80-year-old me than 20-year-old you

‘Til I’m hitting old age
Still can fill a whole page with a 10-year-old’s rage
Got more fans than you in your own city, lil’ kiddy, go play
Feel like I’m babysitting Lil Tay
Got the Diddy okay so you spent your whole day
Shootin’ a video just to fuckin’ dig your own grave
Got you at your own wake, I’m the billy goat
You ain’t never made a list next to no Biggie, no Jay
Next to Taylor Swift and that Iggy ho, you about to really blow
Kelly, they’ll be putting your name



Next to Ja, next to Benzino—die, motherfucker!
Like the last motherfucker sayin’ Hailie in vain
Alien brain, you Satanist (yeah)
My biggest flops are your greatest hits
The game’s mine again and ain’t nothin’ changed but the locks
So before I slay this bitch I, mwah, give Jade a kiss
Gotta wake up Labor Day to this (the fuck?)
Bein’ rich-shamed by some prick usin’ my name for clickbait
In a state of bliss ’cause I said his goddamn name
Now I gotta cock back, aim
Yeah, bitch, pop Champagne to this! (pop)
It’s your moment
This is it, as big as you’re gonna get, so enjoy it
Had to give you a career to destroy it

Lethal injection
Go to sleep six feet deep, I’ll give you a B for the effort
But if I was three-foot-eleven
You’d look up to me, and for the record
You would suck a dick to fuckin’ be me for a second
Lick a ballsack to get on my channel
Give your life to be as solidified
This mothafuckin’ shit is like Rambo when he’s out of bullets
So what good is a fuckin’ machine gun when it’s out of ammo?
Had enough of this tatted-up, mumble rapper
How the fuck can him and I battle?
He’ll have to fuck Kim in my flannel

I’ll give him my sandals
‘Cause he knows, long as I’m Shady he’s gon’ have to live in my shadow
Exhausting, letting off on my offspring
Lick a gun barrel, bitch, get off me!
You dance around it like a sombrero, we can all see
You’re fuckin’ salty
‘Cause Young Gerald’s balls-deep inside of Halsey
Your red sweater, your black leather
You dress better, I rap better
That a death threat or a love letter?
Little white toothpick
Thinks it’s over a pic, I just don’t like you, prick
Thanks for dissing me

Now I had an excuse on the mic to write “Not Alike”
But really, I don’t care who’s in the right
But you’re losin’ the fight you picked
Who else want it? Kells—attempt fails! Budden—L’s!
Fuckin’ nails in these coffins as soft as Cottonelle
Killshot, I will not fail, I’m with the Doc still

But this idiot’s boss pops pills and tells him he’s got skills
But, Kells, the day you put out a hit’s the day Diddy admits
That he put the hit out that got Pac killed, ah!
I’m sick of you bein’ wack

And still usin’ that mothafuckin’ Auto-Tune
So let’s talk about it (let’s talk about it)
I’m sick of your mumble rap mouth
Need to get the cock up out it
Before we can even talk about it (talk about it)
I’m sick of your blonde hair and earrings
Just ’cause you look in the mirror and think
That you’re Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
Don’t mean you are, and you’re not about it
So just leave my dick in your mouth and keep my daughter out it

You fuckin’—oh
And I’m just playin’, Diddy
You know I love you


Martin Garrix feat. Khalid – Ocean Lyrics

Ocean Lyrics




Tell me what you’re crying for
I’ll wipe your tears, oh love
If your soul is aching love
We’ll comfort you for sure

If we’re caught in a wave
I will carry you over
It don’t matter where you are
I’ll run to your front door

When my head goes in different directions
You know my heart’s never on the move
And in the dark times you don’t have to question
If I’m 100 with you

You could put an ocean between our love, love, love
It won’t keep us apart
You could build a wall, I would run it up, up, up
Just to get to your heart
If we’re caught in a wave
Baby, we’ll make a way
You could put an ocean between our love, love, love
It won’t keep us apart

Loves, between our love
Loves, between our love



Shadows play on idle hands
I lose myself I do
But I’ve found my way to velvet sands
I’ll crash right into you

If we’re caught in a wave
I will carry you over
It don’t matter where we are
You’re still the one I choose

When my head goes in different directions
You know my heart’s never on the move
And in the dark times you don’t have to question
If I’m 100 with you

You could put an ocean between our love, love, love
It won’t keep us apart
You could build a wall, I would run it up, up, up (run it up)
Just to get to your heart
If we’re caught in a wave (in a wave)
Baby, we’ll make a way
You could put an ocean between our love, love, love
It won’t keep us apart

Loves, between our love
Loves, between our love

You could put an ocean between our love, love, love
It won’t keep us apart
You could build a wall, I would run it up, up, up (run it up)
Just to get to your heart
If we’re caught in a wave
Baby, we’ll make a way
You could put an ocean between our love, love, love
It won’t keep us apart


Jason Miraz – More Than Friends Lyrics

More Than Friends Lyrics




It feels like we’ve been friends forever, yeah
And we always see eye to eye
The more time we spend together
The more I wanna say what’s on my mind

Take it easy
‘Cause it ain’t easy to say

I wanna be more than friends
I wanna be more than friends
I wanna tell everyone you’re taken
And take your hand until the end
I wanna be more than friends

At the risk of sounding foolish
I don’t wanna fool around no more
If we’re gonna do this then let’s do this
You can fix my broken heart if it’s all yours

So take it easy
‘Cause it ain’t easy to say

I wanna be more than friends
I wanna be more than friends
I wanna tell everyone you’re taken
And take your hand until the end
I wanna be more than friends

I’m asking you to be my baby
I’m giving you my heart, don’t break it
I’m crushing and I’m going crazy
Either way I know we’ll make it

Take it easy
It ain’t easy to say
I’ll take it easy (I’ll take it easy)
It ain’t easy to say



I wanna be more than friends
I wanna be more than friends
I wanna tell everyone you’re taken
And take your hand until the end
I wanna be more than friends (Friends)
I’m asking you to be my baby (Asking you to be my baby)
I’m giving you my heart, don’t break it (Giving you my heart, don’t break it)
I’m crushing and I’m going crazy (Hey)
Either way I know we’ll make it (I know, I know, I know we’ll make it)