Lyrics I Will (feat. KXNG Crooked, Royce Da 5'9" & Joell Ortiz) - Eminem feat. KXNG Crooked, Royce Da 5'9" & Joell Ortiz
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
sipping
on
like,
vodka
(Head's
numb)
I'm
blacking
out,
you
better
watch
it
(It's
bedlam)
I
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
are
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"
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
taking
off
layers
like
orange
peels
Sacha
Baron
Cohen,
Farrell,
where
am
I
going
with
this?
Oh
yeah,
a
bar
at
will
And
when
you
throw
the
iron
in
it,
I'm
all
that
still
The
truth
for
real,
I'm
real
truth,
call
that
treal
This
is
my
house,
this
place
is
mine
Posted
on
any
corner
on
any
coast
I'm
on
You
niggas
need
to
leave
that
lean,
Henny,
and
coke
alone
Tear
to
the
business,
married
to
the
strippers,
T-Pain
Student
of
the
game
pre-Kane,
you
niggas
Post
Malone
Elite
beat
boxer
minus
the
raps
Rollin'
with
at
least
three
choppers,
Ryan
is
that
I
literally
keep
three
shotters
I'm
lyrically
James
Todd,
Tariq
Trotter
minus
the
cap
I
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
are
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"
Yeah,
slaughter
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
a
boom
mic
Why
would
you
irrelevant
fucks
want
to
rebel
against
us
Knowing
your
Smith
& Wesson
has
never
been
clutched?
Knowing
you
never
been
rushed
by
the
most
ignorant
niggas
invented
The
nigga
gotta
send
you
to
the
Dentist
to
get
a
whole
row
of
elephant
tusks
Your
teeth
gone
like
you
been
on
some
meth
and
dust
forever
I
see
you,
my
niggas
call
me
the
enemy
watcher
The
minute
we
spot
ya,
the
semi'll
pop,
nigga,
we
got
ya
I'm
livin'
to
conquer,
remember
the
mantra,
I'm
grippin'
the
launcher
Like
Eminem-Dr.
with
no
guilty
conscience
I'm
still
shockin'
like
droppin'
a
boombox
in
bathwater
More
shockin'
than
a
pissed
off
Blanka
I
just
finished
fuckin'
a
fish
called
Wanda
I'm
finna
wander
off
into
yonder
Beyond
just
mentally
stronger,
memory
monster
I
remember
the
sponsorin'
thought
that
conquered
his
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
Hogtie
your
squad
and
go
bonkers
Spin,
grab
your
fuckin'
guitar
and
Honky
Tonk
ya
Oh,
your
boss
on
par
like
good
golfers?
I
put
a
hole
in
one
of
you
birdies
with
this
evil
and
launch
it
(Pew)
I
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
are
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"
Now
this
will
probably
be
the
illest
most
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
That
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
your
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,
bitch,
you
don't
have
a
choice
Just
a
third
to
my
will
will
overpower
yours
Using
about
a
fourth
to
create
the
amount
of
force
It'll
take
to
knock
out
a
horse
like
a
tranq
full
of
Tylen—
or
Enter
my
house
of
whores
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
fourty-some
bar
Lord
Jamal
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
I
never
was,
been
claiming
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
was
off
the
chain,
but
you
were
the
weakest
link
Rest
of
these
youngins
of
mine
Time
to
start
throwing
some
shade,
this
time
I'm
shutting
the
blinds
'Cause
when
I'm
looking
at
y'all,
shit,
it's
no
wonder
it's
why
I
need
a
visor,
'cause
y'all
are
just
suns
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
drop
'cause
the
floor's
cemented
Their
corpses
get
ornamented
The
corner
where
the
store
has
been
rented
To
store
them
in
and
the
torsos
of
forty
women
reported
missin'
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
I
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
are
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"
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
sipping
on
like,
vodka
(Head's
numb)
I'm
blacking
out,
you
better
watch
it
(It's
bedlam)
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