paroles de chanson Lucifer - Eminem
The
coup
de
grâce
is
the
final
shot
Right
between
the
eyes
Also
known
(haha)
as
the
kill
shot
(people,
yeah)
Something
to
stop
the
pain
(woo,
it
feels
so
good
to
be
back)
Bad
Alright,
here
we
go,
alright,
I'ma
start
this,
I
got
it
Before
I
get
banned,
kicked
off
Twitter
And
TikTok
'cause
they
so
damn
ticked
off,
bitter
They
want
me
to
bounce
(like
what?)
like
a
fabric
softener
We
just
got
rid
of
Ye,
go
kick
rocks
with
him
(ayy)
But
Dre
on
beats
with
the
white-faced
blondie
on
the
mic
Is
like
(what?)
havin'
Steady
B
and
Cool
C
in
the
ride
Like
we
rap
and
did
a
little
bank
robbery
on
the
side
So
they
want
beef,
we
can
make
like
Bonnie
and
collide
Haters
can
meet
the
same
exact
fate
as
my
dad,
wait
Least
he
didn't
miss
me
graduate
(okay,
yeah,
great)
But,
Mom,
do
I
still
act
eight?
Uh,
maybe
a
little,
Debbie
(what?)
like
a
snack
cake
(slut)
But
if
this
is
what
he
do
to
his
mom
Imagine
what
he'd
do
to
you,
I'm
a
lunatic
armed
And
if
it's
you
I
use
to
clip
on,
for
you
to
respond
Is
ludicrous,
ma,
look
at
what
your
uterus
spawned,
Lucifer
Must
be
a
cold
day
in
Hell
(yeah)
Tell
me,
what
have
we
done?
(Woah)
Take
me
out
my
misery,
I
bought
Heaven
when
it
was
up
for
sale
And
now
I
need
a
refund,
bae
(yeah,
wait,
what
the
fuck?
Where'd
I
put
my–)
I
think
someone
messed
with
my
meds
probably
(yo,
who
took
my–)
I
bet
it's
my
ex,
Molly,
that
I've
bludgeoned
to
death
Already
severed
the
head,
I
smell
the
fresh
scent
of
flesh
rotting
So
it's
breakfast
in
bed
if
I
wake
up
next
to
a
dead
body
(ah)
Multiple
lacerations,
contusions,
abrasions,
bruises
Hallucinations,
delusions,
abusive,
my
language
usage
They
lose
it
when
Dre
produced
it,
as
soon
as
he
plays
the
music
It's
lunacy,
treat
the
beat
like
a
choice,
Shady
chews
it
Now
all
I
see
is
dollar
signs,
losers
Bitch,
I
was
in
them
trenches
like
them
Columbine
shooters
(like
them
Columbine
shooters)
I
was
down
bad,
broke,
and
almost
abandoned
hope
(now
what?)
Now
my
followers
are
like
a
Satanic
cult
(what?)
Yeah,
they
listen
to
me
like
when
Manson
spoke
(shh)
They
say
I
don't
know
struggle
no
more,
that's
a
joke
(haha)
Bitch,
the
fuckin'
elevator
in
my
mansion's
broke
(see?)
I
have
to
walk
like
half
a
block
to
get
a
can
of
Coke
(damn)
And
Candace
O,
I
ain't
mad
at
her
(ah)
I
ain't
gon'
throw
the
fact
bitch
forgot
she
was
Black
back
at
her
Laugh
at
her
like
them
crackers
she's
backin'
after
her
back
is
turned
In
a
cute
MAGA
hat
with
her
brand-new
White
Lives
Matter
shirt
(haha,
nope)
Or
say
this
MAGA
dirtbag
in
a
skirt
Just
opened
the
biggest
can
of
worms
on
the
whole
planet
Earth
Call
her
"Grand
Wizard"
(yeah),
"Klandace"
(haha),
or
"Grand
Dragon,"
or
Like
the
national
anthem,
I
won't
stand
for
the
tramp
(why?)
But
I
can't
diss
her
'cause
my
plans
are
to
get
in
her
pants
And
I'll
blow
my
chance
if
I
answer
back
to
her
My
shit
is
like
taking
Deborah
Mathers
at
her
word
Yeah,
I'm
that
absurd,
we
had
a
spat,
then
afterwards
We
squashed
the
beef
like
a
hamburger
patty,
or
should
I
say
gigantic
turd?
'Cause
I
put
that
shit
to
bed
like
Amber
Heard
at
a
Mattress
Firm
(slut)
But
if
this
is
what
he
do
to
his
mom
(pfft)
Imagine
what
he'd
do
to
you
(ha),
I'm
a
lunatic
armed
And
if
it's
you
I
use
to
clip
on,
for
you
to
respond
Is
ludicrous,
ma,
look
at
what
your
uterus
spawned,
Lucifer
This
must
be
a
cold
day
in
Hell
(yeah)
Tell
me,
what
have
we
done?
(Woah)
Take
me
out
my
misery,
I
bought
Heaven
when
it
was
up
for
sale
And
now
I
need
a
refund,
bae
(yeah)
So
whether
you
friend
or
you
are
foe
(woah)
Far
as
bars
go,
even
fuckin'
retards
know
(yeah)
That
as
far
as
smoke
with
me,
I
don't
think
it'd
be
smart,
so
(woah)
Might
as
well
go
lookin'
for
smoke
with
Lamar,
bro
(yeah,
yeah)
But
Marshall,
you're
gettin'
more
perverse
every
time
you
record
a
verse
and
It's
like
you
came
from
2000,
stepped
out
a
portal,
cursin'
Hurlin'
horrible
slurs
towards
the
world
and
Why
can't
you
make
fun
of
people
behind
their
backs
like
a
normal
person?
But
when
you
reach
these
heights,
freedom
of
speech
dies
(what?)
With
every
line
that
I
recite,
them
PC
police
try
To
throw
me
in
jail
with
no
bail
like
a
peace
prize
For
all
of
them
years
(what?),
they
reduced
me
to
tears
(yeah)
Tried
to
shrink
me
to
pea-sized,
only
to
see
my
(what?)
Self-esteem
rise,
now
these
are
my
replies
(mm)
They
made
me
eat
shit
(shit),
I
fed
it
back
to
'em
three
times
(yeah)
Stepfather's
the
only
(what?)
one
I
ever
been
beat
by
(ha)
Squeeze
mics
like
Burmese
py–
(yeah)
'Thons
(yeah),
here's
for
each
time
(what?)
You
sleep
on
the
flow
(what?),
ho,
you
hear
these
strings
climb
(yeah)
You
reap
what
you
sow
(so
what?),
so
first
I
must
weave
rhymes
(yeah)
So
seamlessly,
then
I'ma
leave
eyes
In
a
state
of
disbelief,
my
Genius
is
a
trait,
so
the
gap's
in
our
genes,
right?
(Haha,
the
gap)
At
least
that's
what
it
seems
like
And
I'm
Lucifer
and
Dre's
the
producer
for
the
antichrist
1 Renaissance
2 Habits
3 Trouble
4 Brand New Dance
5 Evil
6 All You Got - skit
7 Lucifer
8 Antichrist
9 Fuel
10 Road Rage
11 Breaking News - skit
12 Guilty Conscience 2
13 Head Honcho
14 Temporary
15 Bad One
16 Tobey (feat. Big Sean and BabyTron)
17 Guess Who’s Back - skit
18 Somebody Save Me
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