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Head Honcho
Eminem, e, Ez Mil
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Doin' my best just to
Not blow my cover
Know it's all just a test
But I can't pass up this hunger
There's still a hole in my chest
And I'm tryna strap
It with numbers
All you hoes got your checks
But I'm a queen when I run up
Cross a king with
My hunters, shootin' threes
In abundance
Rookie Gs, I can thug us
He points to me, shut the fuck up
Annihilation's what we love
Steady hittin', gettin' dodged
Just wait 'til we get the guns out
Kwarenta-singko na kalibre
O nuwebe, 'kaw na bahala
Sa dinami-rami mong mali
Utak mo lang may tama
Sa kitid mo mag-isip, pare
'la ka man lang na banat
Naglalim-laliman, ang sarap
Mong ilublob sa dagat
'Di kailangang magpatunay
Sa sinuman na nakikinig
'Di masasalag ng sintido o
Ng iyong bibig
Picture this, I might be a
Hero to your little kid
Or a villain, either way
I'm the fuckin' head
I'm the head honcho
Money come from my flow
Que hubole blanco
Then get the bread pronto (uh-huh)
Yeah, I'm the head honcho
Money come from my flow (yeah)
Que hubole blanco (uh)
Then get the bread
Pronto (look, I got)
Got loose strips, two grip
That's the shit I'm smooth with
I'm the new kid that these fathers
Can't fool with
Send my new slips as tighly
Than how these boots fit
I got that new drip that
Drowned titanical cruise ships
Don't you dip and
Dabble too close
Just watch us from the distance
I don't fuck with all that glucose
You fall and need assistance
I could do the same
But who knows
I'd rather say, "Good riddance, "
Jack the Ripper rippin' paroles
Annihilate with persistence
To try to say something different
But while today
I'm just spittin' to rhyme
While makin' a livin'
But mama say that I'm different
She proud of how I do business
I'd kinda resemble Hitman
That got away from the killin'
I'm the head honcho
Money come from my flow
Que hubole blanco
Then get the bread pronto
Yeah, I'm the head honcho
They call me the boss, though
You can call me Marshall
Then get the bread pronto (yo)
You don't relate to me
Guess you never been
Angry or sad (hm)
Or maybe just have
Never had to ever face adversity
Take any ass whippings
I basically had
To see some shit that'd make
You faint like
You're fakin' a jab (pussy)
Bitch, you wish
You had a life like mine (yeah)
You just fantasize the shit you write
You guys like lying (yeah)
Everything you ever been through multiplied by nine (what?)
Ain't even half the shit
I went through by the time
I was five (like, what?)
Saw my uncle get stabbed
Took a knife right in the abs (yeah)
And all he was tryna do was
Get my tricycle back, yeah
The one that Boogie
Malcolm and Isaac just jacked
After they jumped me and
Stomped me
(boom) and hit me twice
With a bat (ugh)
Was five and a half
Second time I survived an attack
Two twins, they call
Themselves the bulldogs (hrr), white kids and fat
I was too frightened
To scrap (ha)
I didn't fight or hit back
And you wonder why is it
That I treat a mic like a gat?
Fully loaded, but I pull it
A bullet from out a barrel the
Size (brr) of a derringer flies
That's how I would characterize lyrics
But America, I could see
The fear in your eyes
You saw my terrible side
The blonde hair and blue eyes
Now, the writing is on
The wall like graffiti still
If you're havin' trouble reading
Will make it simple, he's Ezekiel
Easy name to remember (why?)
'Cause his rap name is the
Same as like ten minutes
On stage is for me (oh), easy mill
Or should I say measly mill? (Haha)
Yeah, 'cause as sure as
Ma used to feed me
Sleeping pills to keep me (yeah)
Sleepy still, it was creepy
'Cause indeed, she (what?)
Could've easily
Casey Anthony'd me (yeah)
These rappers, I'm above 'em
But punchin' down ain't
Beneath me (nope)
Cold as the wind chill factor
But the fact is I don't know
When to chill
But every time I come out
They expect me to
Fuckin' reinvent the wheel
Rappers get praised for spittin' bars
With less than the tenth of skill
Imbecile on the ledge like a
Benzo pill on a windowsill
Now cancelled ain't the word for me
You need a term that's probably
Stronger than dirty laundry (Hell)
This controversy got me
In the worst of quandaries
Feel like the Earth's axis
The world's turnin' on me
Like them cops in Akron
Ohio with Jayland Walker
Ain't caught this much flak in a while
(nah) since back as a child (damn)
And all I did was say like one
Thing bad then it spiraled
Saw you crackin' a smile (haha), then relapsed into my old ways
Back into vile (yup)
Guess there ain't no civilizin' a savage
And I don't (no)
Give a fuck if you hate me
Worse than each track
On Revival (huh)
Bitch, I'm back like a
Spinal (yeah)
Get it crackin' like chiros
It's the coup de grรขce
I'm cooler than removin' claws from
A cougar's paws
And throwin' it back in
The wild (fuck) but you tamin' me?
Ain't gonna happen
And I'll live on planet
Denial (ha) for the rest of my life
But you be a stan
'til I die, though (ha)
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