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letra de doomsday pt. 2 - lyrical lemonade & eminem

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[intro]
yo (yeah)
a little under the weather
f-ck it
yeah
alright, here we go

[verse]
first i’ma shred a (what?)
verse like i had a personal vendetta (yeah)
words come together like birds of a feather (what?)
’til i need a walker like herschel, i’m better
than all of you f-ckin’ little twerps put together
but i’m not tryna be controversial, i’d rather (nah)
talk about sh-t with a purpose that matters (like?)
like who had the second best verse on “forever”? (d-mn)
now i got a riddle (what?), one condition, you mustn’t laugh (okay)
what is the opposite of benzino? (uh, what?) a giraffe (haha)
“go at his neck,” how the f-ck is that? (yeah)
how can i go at somethin’ he doesn’t have? (haha)
arm so short he can’t even touch his hands
when they’re above his head doin’ jumpin’ jacks (wow)
sorry, i don’t mean (what?) to upset you, ben’ (yeah)
when i talk about (what?) all the debt you in (uh)
i hear that you been (what?) creepin’ on the low
in them cheap hotels (yeah), that they catch you in (what?)
jesus christ, dawg (d-mn), when you said two-ten (what?)
never guessed you meant (d-mn) at the red roof inn (sh-t)
in a room with one single bed, two men (what?)
shady, man, you can’t—, yes, you can (shh)
well, i guess then i regret to inform you, hate to spoil the day (what?)
but this doesn’t bring me no joy to say (huh?)
guess that coi leray feat’s in the toilet, ayy? (godd-mn)
damage due to flows, collateral, i s’pose
gat-pointed like mine and sandra bullock’s nose (well)
yeah, them bullet holes, have you full of those (yeah)
you’ll catch a stray like animal control, plan a funeral
i’ma probably have to plan a few neurological exams
once again, it is off into that d-mn padded room i go
right toward the asylum or the psych ward
because i strangled you with a mic cord
because my f-ckin’ mind’s morbid
i’m on my (what?) pegasus, my high horse, and i’m fly (yeah)
b-tch, i soar like a sty
you probably feel like you’re gonna die (yeah)
’cause you’re in my morgue and you’re tied up like a tight score
and that’s why (what?) i’m back with cole bennett
and i been at the level j. cole been at
it’s aftermath that i ride for ’til i die

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