The Marshall Mathers LP2(Deluxe)

Eminem The Marshall Mathers LP2(Deluxe)專輯

5.Survival

This is survival of the fittest
This is do or die
This is the winner takes it all
So take it all

Wasn't ready to be a millionaire, I was ill-prepared
I was prepared to be ill, though, the skill was there
In the beginning, it wasn't 'bout the ends
It was 'bout bustin' raps and standin' for somethin'
Fuck an acronym
Cut the fuckin' act like you're happy, I'm fuckin' back again
With another anthem, why stop when it doesn't have to end?
It ain't over 'til I say it's over – enough when I say enough
Throw me to them wolves and close the gate up up
I'm afraid of what'll happen to them wolves
When the thought of being thrown into an alligator pit, I
salivate at it
Raise your hands up like it's 12 noon
Nah, homie, hold them bitches straight up
Wait until you dislocate a rotator cuff
Came up rough, came to ruffle feathers
Nah, egos, I ain't deflate enough
Last chance to make this whole stadium erupt


I can see the finish line with each line that I finish
I'm so close to my goals I can almost pole vault over the goal
post
And if I don't got enough in the tank maybe I can just siphon
enough
To fill up this last can, man will I survive in this climate or
what?
They said I was washed up, and got a blood bath
I'm not a rapper, I'm an adapter
I can adjust, plus I can just walk up to a mic and just bust
So floor's open if you'd like to discuss
Top 5 in this motherfucker and if I don't make the cut
What, like I give a fuck
I'mma light this bitch up like I'm driving a truck
To the side of a pump
0 to 60 hop in and gun it
Like G-Unit without the hyphen, I'm hypin' 'em up
And if there should ever come a time where my life's in a rut
And I look like I might just give up, eh you might've mistook
Me for bowing out I ain't taking a bow
I'm stabbing myself with a fucking knife in the gut
While I'm wiping my butt
Cause I just shitted on the mic, and like getting cut
I get excited at the sight of my blood, you're in a fight with a
nut
Cause I'mma fight 'til I die or win
Biting the dust it'll just make me angrier
Wait, let me remind you of what got me this far
Picture me quitting, now draw a circle around it and put a line
through it, slut
It's survival of what?


So get your ideas, stack your ammo
But don't come unless you come to battle, I'm mad now jump in
the saddle
This is it, it's what you eat, sleep, piss and shit
Lift, breathe, your whole existence just consists of this
Refuse to quit, the fuse is lit, can't diffuse the wick
I don't do this music shit I lose my shit
Ain't got shit to lose, it's the moment of truth
It's all I know how to do
As soon as I get thrown in the booth, I spit
But my respect is overdue
I'm showin' you the flow no one used
I don't own no diploma for school, I quit!
So there's nothing for me to fall back on, I know no other
traits
So you'd better trade your fuckin' mics in for some tool-box-es
Cause you'll never take my pride from me
It'll have to be pried from me
So pull out your pliers and your screwdrivers
But I want you to doubt me, I don't want you to believe
Cause this is something that I must use to succeed
And if you don't like me then fuck you!
Self esteem must be fuckin' shooting through the roof
Cause trust me
My skin is too thick and bullet proof to touch me
I can see why the fuck I disgust you!
I must be allergic to failure cause everytime I come close to it
I just sneeze
I just go atchoo then achieve!