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Cash stacks, money all around me, I've been goin' up
Hashtags, Dave Hazes, God-level goin' up
Dope packs, smoke with Yama, I've been seein'

everything I’ve got, 
Eating food, sleeping too in a parking lot,
Doing things I’m not proud about,
(you know what I’m talking about…) 
Pushing pills for

my bank statements, while I stay patient
Niggas ain't playin', be careful who you play with
Huh, you think shit a game
Got stopped by Police, gave

of my soul
Uh Empty
I feel so goddamn empty
I may go rogue don't tempt me
Big bullet holes
Tote semi autos
All of this pain inside my heart and it still

My Name Is

Eminem

The Slim Shady LP

1999

said, "Slim Shady you a base-head" (uh-uh)
"So why's your face red? Man, you wasted"
Well, since age twelve, I've felt like I'm someone else
'Cause I

fast
I've got champaign tastes and lysol cash, hey yeah

And there's a hole
There's a hole
And there's a hole
And there's a hole
There's a hole

what's a clock
I've paid my dues, but what it cost
My mental health need help, my god
Thinkin' bout the time in life, when I found the mic
And I write by

no cares
Got to get out of here
My body feels like a sloth
My brain eaten by slugs
Fill up my coffee mug
Pace a hole in my rug
I should go for a walk
I

And start grinding in my feet
Like I'm Dave Chappelle

I'm so cold with it
I go bold with it
I got the flow so tight
I choke hold with it

I'm like Stone Cold

A gaping hole revealing the inside

Motherfucker
Keep digging
You'll find something

7. I Want to Be Detached

I no longer have any use for what you've got

say
I hate myself everyday I scream fuck Dave
It's the praise I don't condone
Too fixated on my woes
Line by line row by row
Only feel alive with blow

My Name Is

Eminem

The Source Hip-Hop Music Awards 1999 [Clean]

1999

said, "Slim Shady you a base-head" (uh-uh)
"So why's your face red? Man, you wasted"
Well, since age twelve, I've felt like I'm someone else
'Cause I

I'm Different

Ed O.G & da Bulldogs

Life of a Kid in the Ghetto

1991

here is me, I make medicine sick
I'm never takin a loss, but beatin em down with force
Go when Dave writes the source, I got more holes than a golf

pissed
Time to rise
For our lives
About to die
Going to fly
Got to try
I'mma go so good bye

Stay away from me
I've bit the fruit of the forbidden tree

from a red Corvette
Lionel, Dave and the butcher made three
Oh you got to meet me by the
Knuckles of the skinny bone tree
With the strings of a Washburn

this ever end
I'm at the sign, I'm at the line
But I've got no time

Speeding down this memory lane
Rushing by, ignoring every sign
If I could change,

the scene with a
Clip full of hollows, Put a hole in his tee
He got soul 'til his face by
The soles of my feet
Don't get stepped on (Don't get stepped on)
I

I've been running in the red
Cut a hole inside my head
Leave my thoughts out on the floor
I can't do this anymore
I've been running in the red
Have

I Reps

Queen Pen

Conversations With Queen [Clean]

2001

Big Dave, come in
Yo, go 'head
What's your twenty?
I'm in front of the a room right now

Ten four
I got cha
(She comin')
She's on her way to the back

The Antagonist

Lil Dicky

Professional Rapper

2015

the first grade
Add it up, there's no excuse to go berserk, Dave
Can't debate this shit, you got to skip, you not on first take
So what the fuck am I mad

obsessed 
I've been so consumed by
consumers who are users
Now what you got me doing
abusing other humans,
Going through them like protrusions
If slewing

just got it
Back then I got chased by feds, I ran out of breath and I wanted to vomit
I hit that freak, she put me in cuffs
It trigger my trauma, I

never tap out
Let me know what you want baby I got it all
By next year Have the world now my songs
Ima pimp You a hoe That's fo sho
Ima ghost Have no soul

Dave always told me "watch them niggas that's around you"
Where would I go down too
Tired of hearing these niggas lip boxing
I need some sound proof