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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Eminem
Vocals
Luis Resto
Keyboards
Joell Ortiz
Vocals
KXNG Crooked
Vocals
Royce Da 5'9"
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joell Ortiz
Songwriter
Luis Resto
Songwriter
Marshall Mathers
Songwriter
R. Montgomery
Songwriter
Dominick Wickliffe
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Eminem
Producer
Luis Resto
Producer
Tony Campana
Assistant Recording Engineer
Joe Strange
Assistant Recording Engineer
Mike Strange
Recording Engineer
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
And I don't think that I can stop it
Here it comes
I do my best to try to block it
Redrum
I've been sippin' on my vodka
Head's numb
I'm blackin' out, you better watch it
It's bedlam
[Verse 2]
Thought I heard a voice in my head that said "Kill"
I had no other choice that was left except fill
My pencil full of poisonous lead, the devil
He wants me to murder this beat, so I will
He told me there were doubters who question my skill
They wanna put my style to the test, am I still
The best? They want the crown on my head, I said "Chill"
If you want me to murder this beat, then I will
[Verse 3]
I'm a long way away from where you are in skill
Foreign wheels, my bitch wearin four-inch heels
She on the orange pill
And she about to start takin' off layers like orange peel
Sacha Baron Cohen, Ferrell, where am I goin' with this?
Okay, a bar at will
And when you throw the iron in it, yeah, I'm all that, still the truth for real
I'm real true, call that trill
This is my house, this place is mine
Posted on any corner, on any coast I'm on
You **** need to leave that lean, Henny and coke alone
Terror to the business, married to the strippers, T-Pain
Student of the game, pre-Kane
You **** Post Malone
Elite beatboxer minus the raps
Rollin' with a least three choppers
Ryan is that
I literally keep three shottas
I'm lyrically James Todd, Tariq Trotter
Minus the cap
[Verse 4]
Thought I heard a voice in my head that said "Kill"
I had no other choice that was left except fill
My pencil full of poisonous lead, the devil
He wants me to murder this beat, so I will
He told me there were doubters who question my skill
They wanna put my style to the test, am I still
The best? They want the crown on my head, I said "Chill"
If you want me to murder this beat, then I will
[Verse 5]
Manslaughter goons under the moonlight
John Wilkes, that's who I'm in the booth like
Abra', I go HAM for dead presidents
And everything I record is over your head like boom mic
Why would you irrelevant fucks wanna rebel against us?
Knowing your Smith & Wesson has never been clutched
Knowing you've never been rushed by the most ignorant **** invented
A **** gotta send you to the dentist to get a whole row of elephant tusks
Your teeth gone like you been on some meth and some dust
Forever I see ya, my **** call me 'The Enemy Watcher'
The minute we spot ya, the semi'll pop, ****, we got ya
I'm livin' to conquer, remember the mantra
I'm grippin' the launcher like Em and the Doctor
With no 'Guilty Conscience'
I'm still shockin' like droppin' the boombox in bathwater
More shockin' than a pissed-off Blanka
[Verse 6]
I just finished fuckin' a fish called Wanda
I'm finna wander off into yonder
Beyond just mentally strong, a memory monster
I remember the sponsorin' though that conquered this triple-entendre
You the cross of a unicorn and the Unabomber
Quit horsin' around in this building or you a goner
Your Willy Wonka persona won't help you any longer
I'm Optimus, I make prime examples of mini Tonkas
Hog-tie your squad and go bonkers
Spin, grab ya now like guitar and honky-tonk ya
All your bars sub-bar like good golfers
I'll put a hole-in-one of your birdies with this Eagle and launch it
[Verse 7]
Thought I heard a voice in my head that said "Kill"
I had no other choice that was left except fill
My pencil full of poisonous lead, the devil
He wants me to murder this beat, so I will
He told me there were doubters who question my skill
They wanna put my style to the test, am I still
The best? They want the crown on my head, I said "Chill"
If you want me to murder this beat, then I will
[Verse 8]
This 'll probably be the most illest shit that I've ever said
God bless the dead and let Biggie possess the pencil lead
They called me a SpEd and said that I had a messed up head
'Cause I said "Motherfuck school!" and instead went to 'Special Ed'
Sippin' Bacardi and lime I start to recollect
On the time when I startled my mom and had her scared to death
Word to Method Man, she heard some Wu-Tang coming from towards the patio
She was like "What the heck was that?"
She went to check on the noise and go inspect the deck
Then I jumped out with a sword and yelled "Protect Ya Neck!"
Now bow to the Lord, hold up, no, better yet, kneel
Better yet, get down on all fours and take a vow to always
Rejoice in the sound of my voice, but you don't have a choice
Just a third of my will, will overpower yours
Using about a fourth to create the amount of force it'd take to knock out a horse
Like a tranq full of Tylen', or
Enter my House of Horrors with a thousand floors
Got a crown of thorns but it won't fit around the horns
But I'ma keep it a buck like a dollar store
I'm more than you bargained for and I am far more
Worse than a forty-some-bar Lord Jamar verse
Nothing means more than respect, so
When I curse, you could say I swore to protect my image I have zero time or regard for
Or never was
Been claimin' rap when it's not yours
If it was anyone's house, G Rap and Rakim would be havin' you mop floors
Run DMC would be havin' you cleanin' sinks
Yeah, your group is off the chain but you are the weakest link
Rest of these youngins of mine, time to start throwing some shade
This time I'm shutting the blind
'Cause when I'm lookin' at y'all, shit, it's no wonder just why I need a visor
'Cause y'all are just sons in my eyes
Born a cynic and more demented than an orphanage with a morgue up in it
Next door to an abortion clinic
Newborn infants tortured and tormented
With their foreheads dented when they're dropped
'Cause the floor's cemented
Their corpses get ornamented
The corner where the store's been rented to store them in
And the torsos of forty women reported missing
Distorted, twisted, this isn't no storybook ending
This is only the beginning, so, Lord, forgive me
I'm hearing voices I can't ignore them anymore
They're winning
[Verse 9]
Thought I heard a voice in my head that said "Kill"
I had no other choice that was left except fill
My pencil full of poisonous lead, the devil
He wants me to murder this beat, so I will
He told me there were doubters who question my skill
They wanna put my style to the test, am I still
The best? They want the crown on my head, I said "Chill"
If you want me to murder this beat, then I will
[Verse 10]
And I don't think that I can stop it
Here it comes
I do my best to try to block it
Redrum
I've been sippin' on my vodka
Head's numb
I'm blackin' out, you better watch it
It's bedlam
Written by: Marshall Mathers, Luis Resto, Ryan Montgomery, Dominick Wickliffe, Joell Ortiz