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Lyrical Lemonade, Eminem - Doomsday 2 (Lyrics)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Eminem
Eminem
Vocals
Luis Resto
Luis Resto
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Nocito
John Nocito
Composer
Daniyel Weissmann
Daniyel Weissmann
Composer
Marshall Mathers
Marshall Mathers
Composer
Melvin Charles Bradford
Melvin Charles Bradford
Composer
Andre Romell Young
Andre Romell Young
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Eminem
Eminem
Additional Producer
Daniyel
Daniyel
Producer
Cole Bennett
Cole Bennett
Producer
John Nocito
John Nocito
Producer
Kosher World
Kosher World
Producer
Mike Strange
Mike Strange
Recording Engineer
Tony Campana
Tony Campana
Recording Engineer
Brian "Big Bass" Gardner
Brian "Big Bass" Gardner
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
First, I'm a shred a verse like I had a personal vendetta
Words come together like birds of a feather till I need a walker like Hershel, I'm better
Than all of you fuckin' little twerps put together, but I'm not trying to be controversial, I'd rather
Talk about shit with a purpose that matters, like who had the second-best verse on "Forever" (Damn)
Now I got a riddle one condition you mustn't laugh (Okay)
What is the opposite of Benzino? (Uh, what?)
A giraffe (Ha-ha)
Go at his neck, how the fuck is that? How can I go at something he doesn't have?
Arms so short he can't even touch his hands when they're above his head doing jumping jacks
Sorry, I don't mean to upset you, Ben, when I talk about all that debt you in
I hear that you been creepin' on the low in them cheap hotels that they catch you in
Jesus Christ, dawg, when you said 210, never guessed you meant at the Red Roof Inn
In a room with one single bed, two men, Shady, man, you can't, yes, you can
Well I guess then I regret to inform you, hate to spoil the day
But this doesn't bring me no joy to say, guess that Coi Leray feat's in the toilet, aye (Goddamn it)
Damage due to flows, collateral I suppose, gat pointed like mine and Sandra Bullock's nose
Yeah, them bullet holes have ya full of those, you'll catch a stray like animal control
Plan a funeral, I'ma probably have to plan a few neuro-
-Logical exams, once again it is off into that damn padded room I go
Right towards the asylum or the psych ward
Because I strangled you with a mic cord because my fuckin' mind's morbid
I'm on my Pegasus, my high horse and I'm fly, bitch, I soar like a sty
You probably feel like you're gonna die 'cause you're in my morgue, and you're tied up like a tie score, and that's why
I'm back with Cole Bennett and I been at the level J Cole been at
It's Aftermath that I ride for till I die
Written by: Andre Young, Daniyel Weissmann, John Nocito, Luis Resto, Marshall Mathers, Melvin Charles Bradford
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