Fall Chords by Eminem

You know everybody's been telling me what they think about me for the last few months _ maybe it's time I tell them what I think about them _ _ _
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_ _ I'm so sorry for my friends, _ _ _ I'm sorry
Gotta concentrate against the clock I race
Got no time to waste, I'm already late
I got a marathon of space
Went from addict to a workaholic
Word to Dr.
Dre and that first marijuana tape
Guess I got a chronic case
And I ain't just blowing smoke
Less is in your mama's face
I know this time Paul and Dre
They won't tell me what not to say
And know me and my party days
Have all pretty much parted ways
You swear to God I forgot
I'm the God that made not afraid
One last time for Charlamagne
If my response is late
That'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 mocking Jay
Next minute they get their style from Ego
So 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 Watergate
I've had as much as I can tolerate
I'm sick and tired of waiting
I done lost my patience
I can take all of you motherfuckers on it
Once you want it shady you got it
_ [Eb] Yeah
Don't fool on my face, man
[Ebm] Don't fool on my face, man
I know, I know, I know, I know
Don't fool on [Eb] my face, man
Don't [Ebm] fool on my face, man Cut _
_ _ Somebody tell Button before I snap
He better fasten it
Or have his body bagged
And zip the closest thing he's had to hits
Or smack in bitches
And don't make me have to give it back to academics
Say this shit is trash again
Or 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 thought
Racking with it
Keen spittin' on it
This song is last shit
Oh, you better go back and listen
You know me better
Think it'll slow a lad up
Call it trap
Cause it's a total setup
Hopin' that you rappers fallin' at
Grace that holds your head up
Kathy Griffin Stackin' ammunition
Slap the cliff and cock it back on competition
This is how I shot a head Abby Gifford
My attack is vicious
Jack the Ripper
Back in business
Tyler create nothin'
Now see why you called yourself a skeleton
Get your snot just cause you lack attention
It's because you worship me Twelve balls You're sacrilegious
If you're gonna critique me
You better at least be as good or better
Head or the hood It's wetter
Whatever his name is
To help you put together some words
More than just two letters
The fans waiting for this moment
Like that feature when I stole the show
Sorry if I took forever
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_ _ Just remember
I was here before you
[Eb] And I'll be here after you
[Ebm] Make you runnin' for you
Detractors on my half
The fuck this fuck with a corkscrew
Is [Eb] what the doctor ordered
[Ebm] Revenge is the best medicine
Increase the dose from least to most
And then tell the Grammys to go and [Eb] fuck themselves
They suck the blood [Ebm] from all the biggest artists
Like some leeches
So they nominate him
Get him there
Get a name to emcee
To show every parasite needs a host
Then give album out of gear 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
And I got no faith in your writers
I don't believe in ghosts
When rap needed it most
I was that wing in the prayer
A beak and a hope
For the B-I-R-D in the air
Somewhere some kid is bumpin'
His Wally lip syncs in the mirror
That's who I'm doin' it for
The rest I don't really even care
But [Eb] you would think I'm carrying
An [Ebm] Oxford dictionary in my pocket
How I'm burying these artists on a scale
That turns to minus minus various
That's hardly even what's scary
As you probably can't compare me to your car
Cause I'm just barely getting started
Ben Forrest, Lord Jamar
You better leave me the hell [Eb] alone
Or I'll show you an Elvis clone
Walk up in this house you own
Thrust my [Ebm] pelvic bone
Use your telephone
Then go [Ab] fetch me the remote
Put my [Ebm] feet up and just make myself at home
I belong here
Clown, don't tell me about the culture
I inspire the Hobsons The Logics The Coles The Chums The Chaos
The Five-Nines
And oh, I brought the world 50 Cent
You did squat
Kiss and moan
But I'm not gonna fall _
Itch
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Can you come around the hall
This is
From the parking lot
So now _
Keep my crown all up in it [N] So friend _