Bang

作词 : Demond Price/Thomas Paldino/Eliot Dubock/Eminem/Luis Resto

作曲 : Demond Price/Thomas Paldino/Eliot Dubock/Eminem/Luis Resto

Yeah, brr

Uh

Brr, brr, brr

Brr, brr, brr

Machine

Brr

It's not a game, b***h

Brr, brr

It's not a ****ing game, bitc

Brr, brr, brr

Look, look

Ayo, I use the Arm and Hammer just to fluff my brick

Say what I wanna say and I don't give a shit, I'm rich

Tuck my fifth, don't hesitate to bust my shit

I tell you niggas like Kyrie, suck my d**k

I don't trust a soul, I don't even trust my b***h

Before I fall in love, I'd rather cut my wrist

I sweat Ace of Spades, b***h, that's how much I sip

Body a rap nigga quick before the Dutch got twist

Ayo, let's roll something, the Saudi ring, this is not a thing

The chopper make your body lean, my niggas body things

Uh, I'm with the jackboys, I'm with the robbin' team

On my mama, I never rocked a pair of Robin jeans

Everything I jot is mean, how you gon' stop Machine?

My name, it probably ring like Los Vegas slot machines

The MAC by my pelvis in my Helmut Lang

The shells'll bang, make everything under your helmet hang

Uh, the mayo jar was Hellmans when I swirled the 'caine

Then I wrapped the yayo up in cellophane

My shooter got Dame Lillard from the elbow aim

I thought of that while I was courtside at the Melo game

Bricks of off-white, I imported some

Whippin' all night until the morning come

Still picture long nights until my porcher come

That's big checks on the side like the Off-White Jordan 1s

Ayo, they think this shit a game, bitc

Ayo, they think this shit a game

Ayo, they think this shit a game until I pull up, let it ring

Until I pull up, let it ring, until I pull up, let it ring

Ayo, they think this shit a game, bitc

Ayo, they think this shit a game

Ayo, they think this shit a game until I pull up, let it bang

Until I pull up, let it bang, until I pull up, let it bang

I used to be a man of the people, hit the clubs and mingle

Used to dream one day I'll be ****ing pink like a flamingo

That was back when I smoked Canibus

Man, but it was tough, 'cause I was a fan of his

So it sucked to hand him his ass

But Yeah lookin' back on my feud time

Me and Ja Rule almost got cool 'cause we shot pool back in '01

Was it '02? I don't know but something told me niggas' not t

Then we got stuck in high school, I shoved an Oscar up his wazoo

Yeah, but I think of the rappers

I slayed and buried like every night

In every career, I might've killed,

Sometimes, I say a prayer and I

Wonder, is there a heaven for a G? And if so, is the sanctuary nice?

Studios for rap like Coolio, shootin' craps at gangster's paradise

Look, here mic, there mic, everywhere mic, share and share alike

But just don't compare alike,

Instead of comparin' me, pick a fairer fight

Compare me to lightning,

That similarity's strikin', compare me to Jaws

Compare me to Manson, Marilyn or Charles,

Compare me to Nas, Biggie, or Pac

Do not compare me to that Iggy b***h

Or all this ****ing Milli Vanilli hip-hop

This is where all that silly shit stops

Compare me to the pistol that triggered this thought

The semi, the Glock, 9 millis get ****ed

I'm sendin' a shot, don't come around

With them floss raps, tryna stunt,

Compare me to Meek, big wheelies get popped

One by one, compare 'em to scabs, I'm pickin' 'em off

They're goin' home to **** Nicki Minaj

Aw, compare me to shitty dose

Yeah, I'm hickity-hittin' it raw, ha, in the trailer park

Told her I played the part like Jaden Sparks,

Ate a twat like a tater tot, oh ****

Get the strap like a trainin' bra,

Lunchtime like I ate a clock,

But Shady's not for the faint of heart

Goin' at these niggas like Lorraine and Bob, if y'all want drama

We can make a scary movie like Marlon Wayans,

Y'all lookin' at the charred remains of Charlamagne tha God

Slim whip, Westside, and Conway are not playin',

I **** back, aim, and I spray it like "Bang"