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Eminem
Eminem
Vocals
Luis Resto
Luis Resto
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marshall Mathers
Marshall Mathers
Songwriter
Ezemdi Chikwendu
Ezemdi Chikwendu
Songwriter
Anders Olofsson
Anders Olofsson
Songwriter
Christopher Torpey
Christopher Torpey
Songwriter
Danny Levin
Danny Levin
Songwriter
David Doman
David Doman
Songwriter
Kevin Mars
Kevin Mars
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike Strange
Mike Strange
Recording Engineer
Tony Campana
Tony Campana
Recording Engineer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
d.a. got that dope
d.a. got that dope
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, sick (D.A. got that dope)
[Chorus]
They say these bars are like COVID
You get 'em right off the bat
Infected with SARS and Corona
Like you took a bite off of that (Yeah)
And it goes from martian to human (Yeah)
That's how the virus attacks
They come at me with machine guns (Brrt)
Like trying to fight off a gnat
[Verse 1]
Still stackin' my chips, hoes
Higher than Shaq on his tiptoes
Atop the Empire State Buildin'
This shit is like child's play, children
I will anni-nihilate, kill them
I'll fuck around and pile eight million
Dead little juveniles, wait, chill, then
I'll await my trial date till then (What then?)
Ain't nothin' you say could ever trump, mic, pencil get killed (Nah, yeah)
If you're hypersensitive, I wasn't referencin' the vice president, chill (Chill)
I mean my penmanship at times tends to get ill, violence, but with skill
That's why I hints when I write ends up with the mic and pencil gettin' killed (Ah, haha, yeah, hold up)
And I'm still ride or die for the squad (Yeah)
So you know which side that I'm on
If a battle line's ever drawn, but if I get involved, it'll be like K9's in a brawl
But not similar to Mike Vick at all
'Cause even if I don't have a dog in the fight
They ain't never gonna get rid of the fight in the dog
Got stripes like a tiger, so you might get mauled
A mic in the palms like claws, I can swing right for your jaw
And rip it off with one swipe of the paw
Bitch, you still on my dick or nah?
If I suck, your wife is a straw
I'm sick and I'm not gonna cover my mouth next time that I cough 'cause
[Chorus]
They say these bars are like COVID
You get 'em right off the bat
Infected with SARS and Corona
Like you took a bite off of that (Yeah)
And it goes from martian to human (Yeah)
That's how the virus attacks
They come at me with machine guns (Brrt)
Like trying to fight off a gnat (Yo)
[Verse 2]
And D.A. got that dope he sends to me (Uh-huh)
It's like pneumonia symptoms and contracting COVID instantly
Which is what separates my flow from theirs
So that no one gets even close to this to pose a risk to me
So vocalistically, that's social distancing (What? Yeah)
Flow going viral, you best stay strapped with that Lysol and get way back (Shh)
Get that Pine-Sol and that Ajax
'Cause this dry cough is just like football umpires callin' a playback
Bitch, back the fuck up like fifteen yards, these rhymes call for a face mask
'Nother fourteen-day quarantine, they're cordoning off everything
This shit lookin' like a horror scene, like me metaphorically (Damn)
'Cause them stay-at-home orders seem like they just keep getting more extreme
Who knows when this nightmare will end? Like Monroe, Norma Jean
Still got that heroin lyrical drip with that morphine and that Thorazine
'Cause I'm so fucking dope, And you're a fiend (Dope)
And that's the one thing that hasn't changed (Nope)
There's some semblance of normalcy
But I might need that hydrochloroquine 'cause I got that (Yeah)
The Dark Horse, I'm a knight-mare
Mom fed me Valium like air (Mmm)
Thought that's why they called it a high chair (Woah)
I got a contact like eyewear (Woah)
Wait a minute, bitch, let me lie here (Uh)
20/20 hindsight in my side mirror
Every year, you drop the ball like Times Square
My hair trigger whenever I get an idea's like
Fuck, now my name rings out like a sponge mop
And my drip was a drop in the bucket, so that gun shot
You just heard just now in that one spot
Just came from the nine mil' that I just got
That's big bucks and I got a full money clip and I'm loaded
I ain't even mean to go the fuck off
And I'm still totally inappropriate with an opiate
Groping it while I'm holding it like a trophy
I'm hoping a little codeine'll get me OD'ing
Woah, everything is slow, I begin to floating
I know that I'm getting loaded, the pen exploded
Hiroshima with the flows, a utopia with the dope
I'm an OG, I'm like the G.O.A.T.
Here to get your goat little bit of sodium, it's assault
When I'm at the podium, at your throat
Holy camoly, I'm in the zone with the shit I'm on
Get Imodium and a commode because nobody's even close
You're petroleum to plutonium, you're a phony
I'm at the crib with your hoe
Got her at the pole like voting with no clothing
Stripped down to a toe ring and here we go with the gloating
I've got my nose in the air like a Boeing
Then I got into a little bit of an argument with her
So I took a little lick of a Klonopin at dinner
Then I hit her with the motherfucking ottoman and bit her
Then I shot her in the liver, delivered her to the bottom of the river
But I'm probably gon' jump in the water with her
With a wad of money 'cause I got a lot of it
And when it come to drippin', I be soppin' like a hundred mile an hour
Never runnin' out of either one of 'em, I gotta get it 'cause
[Chorus]
They say these bars are like COVID
You get 'em right off the bat
Infected with SARS and Corona
Like you took a bite off of that (Yeah)
And it goes from martian to human (Yeah)
That's how the virus attacks
They come at me with machine guns (Brrt)
It's like trying to fight off a gnat (Huh)
Written by: Anders Olofsson, Christopher Torpey, D. Levin, D.A. Doman, Ezemdi Chikwendu, K. Mars, Marshall Mathers
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