Mr. Krane - Writer's Block | Текст песни

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• Mr. Krane
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[Intro: Eminem]
Yeah, I don’t know what else to say
I can’t, I can’t think of nothing, I’m stumped
Here we go! On your feet, stand up, everybody hands up
Uh, man, I don't know man, every time I go to think of something played out to say, you already said it!

[Verse: Mr. Krane]
I ain't gotta be the finest in this fucking game,
I have started from the bottom, coming to the fame,
Cum into your bitch, fuck the haters in they ass-holes,
If I do not share my thoughts I'ma fucking ex-plode!
When I cock my gun and pull the trigger run the jewels, boy,
Motherfuckers scared to deal with realest hitta, I annoy
Realest of the thuggas, I was born to do the damage, bitches,
Every time I spit a lyric look for bandages and stitches,
I hope you know what in the fuck is going on when my crew gets in da club and turns a banger of the Luda-niac,
The shooting guns and shouting bitches fill the dance floor of the Triple C, yeah, we do know how to fucking act!
It ain't hard to tell you all, dumb motherfuckers, that everything we fucking do turns into motherfucking mayhem,
So we make lights go out and when the party's fucking over I start to hate 'em like the fucking Kenway the Haytham!
I know you know I ain't gotta prove anything to anybody,
Cause you should know when I go berserk you will not find any body,
Decapitated, raped or simply wasted - bitches, you know I don't fucking care,
So what my records don't sell a lot? I don't fucking care!
Don't give a fuck about the sales, about the haters, about stupid motherfuckers waiting for me to get fucking wasted,
When I get cash - I do it every day - you should pay me more shit for your living or I fucking waste ya,
This ain't no fucking simple words, you, bitch, my fucking actions be speaking so much loud-err
That if you say "Thou shalt not kill" your Wilhelm' scream will be heard in Broward!
Bitch, I'm serious! I'm back forever! Fuck you gonna say 'bout the hiatus?
I have suffered writer's block, you thought I was retiring,
Now I'm spewing hate to the haters, and you understand you're dead wrong,
Whisper in your ears? Fuck that! After my raps you'll be dead and wrong!
Back to conquer earth, need to reach this fucking top five,
Pac and Biggie, rest in peace, then Shady, Meth and that guy,
Ready for whatever, getting older with that every lyric,
Do the hustle, do the damage, holla if ya fucking hear me!

[Hook: Royce Da 5'9"]
I've got Guccis on my feet, diamonds on my neck
Diamonds on my wrist, bitches on my dick, but y'all already said that
Choppers in the trunk, models in the front
Bottles in the club, but I don't give a fuck, but y'all already said that

[Bridge: Eminem]
Cause sometimes I feel like it's so hard for me
To come up with shit to say, ay
I'm at a loss for words, cause y'all already said it all
I think I'm running outta clichés – I'm getting writers block, psyche!


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