paroles de chanson The Ringer - Eminem
Yo,
I'm
just
gonna
write
down
my
first
thoughts
and
see
where
this
takes
me
'Cause
I
feel
like
I
wanna
punch
the
world
in
the
fuckin'
face
right
now
Yeah!
Let
me
explain
just
how
to
make
greatness
Straight
out
the
gate,
I'm
'bout
to
break
you
down
Ain't
no
mistakes
allowed,
but
make
no
mistake
I'm
'bout
to
rape
the
alphabet
I
may
raise
some
brows
if
I
press
the
issue
just
to
get
the
anger
out
(brrrt)
Full
magazine
could
take
Staples
out
Savage
but
ain't
thinking
'bout
no
bank
account
But
bitch
I'm
off
the
chain
like
Taylor
Brown
Motherfucker,
shut
the
fuck
up
when
I'm
talkin',
lil'
bitch
I'm
sorry,
wait!
What's
your
talent?
Oh,
critiquin'
My
talent?
Oh,
bitch
I
don't
know
who
the
fuck
y'all
are
to
give
a
sub-par
bar
Even
have
an
opinion
if
you,
you
mention
me?
Millions
of
views,
attention
the
news
I
mention
you?
Lose-lose
for
me,
win-win
for
you
Billions
of
views,
your
ten
cents
are
two
Skim
through
the
music
to
give
shit
reviews
To
get
clicks,
but
bitch,
you
just
lit
the
fuse
Don't
get
misconstrued,
business
as
us'
Shit-list
renewed,
so
get
shit
to
do
Or
get
dissed
'cause
I
just
don't
get
what
the
fuck
half
the
shit
is
that
you're
listening
t-to
Do
you
have
any
idea
how
much
I
hate
this
choppy
flow
everyone
copies
though?
Probably
no
Get
this
fuckin'
audio
out
my
Audi,
yo,
adios
I
can
see
why
people
like
Lil
Yachty,
but
not
me
though
Not
even
dissin',
it
just
ain't
for
me
All
I
am
simply
is
just
an
MC
Maybe
"Stan"
just
isn't
your
cup
of
tea
Maybe
your
cup's
full
of
syrup
and
lean
Maybe
I
need
to
stir
up
shit,
preferably
shake
the
world
up
if
it
were
up
to
me
Paul
wants
me
to
chill,
y'all
want
me
to
ill
I
should
eat
a
pill,
probably
I
will
Old
me
kill
the
new
me,
watch
him
bleed
to
death
I
breathe
on
the
mirror,
I
don't
see
my
breath
Possibly
I'm
dead,
I
must
be
possessed
Like
an
evil
spell,
I'm
E-V-I-L
(evil,
but
spelled)
Jam
a
Crest
white
strip
in
the
tip
of
my
dick
with
an
ice
pick
Stick
it
in
a
vice
grip,
hang
it
on
a
spike
fence
Bang
it
with
a
pipe
wrench
while
I
take
my
ballsack
and
flick
it
like
a
light
switch
Like
vice-president
Mike
Pence
Back
up
on
my
shit
in
a
sidekick
as
I
lay
it
on
a
spike
strip
These
are
things
that
I'd
rather
do
than
hear
you
on
a
mic
since
nine-tenths
of
your
rhyme
is
about
ice
and
Jesus
Christ
man,
how
many
times
is
someone
gonna
fuck
on
my
bitch?
(Fuck
my
side
chick!)
You
will
never
see
Em
icy,
but
as
cold
as
I
get
on
the
M-I-C
I
polarize
shit
so
the
Thames
might
freeze
And
your
skull
might
split
like
I
bashed
you
upside
it
Bitch
I
got
the
club
on
smash
like
a
nightstick
(yeah)
Turn
down
for
what?
I
ain't
loud
enough
Nah,
turn
the
valium
up
'Cause
I
don't
know
how
I'm
gonna
get
your
mouths
to
shut
now
When
it
doesn't
matter
what
caliber
I
spit
at
I'll
bet
a
hundred
thousand
bucks
you'll
just
turn
around
and
just
be
like
"Man,
how
the
fuck
sourpuss
gonna
get
mad
just
'cause
his
album
sucks"
"And
now
he
wants
to
take
it
out
on
us?"
(ooh)
But
last
week
an
ex-fan
mailed
me
a
copy
of
The
Mathers
LP
to
tell
me
to
study
It'll
help
me
get
back
to
myself
and
she'll
love
me
(ooh)
I
mailed
the
bitch
back
and
said
if
I
did
that
I'd
just
be
like
everyone
else
in
the
fucking
industry
Especially
an
f'ing
Recovery
clone
of
me
So
finger-bang,
chicken
wang,
MGK,
Iggy
‘zae
Lil
Pump,
Lil
Xan
imitate
Lil
Wayne
I
should
aim
at
everybody
in
the
game,
pick
a
name
I'm
fed
up
with
being
humble
and
rumor
is
I'm
hungry
I'm
sure
you
heard
bumblings,
I
heard
you
wanna
rumble
like
an
empty
stomach
I
heard
your
mumbling
but
it's
jumbled
in
mumbo-jumbo
The
era
that
I'm
from
will
pummel
you
That's
what
it's
comin'
to
What
the
fuck
are
you
gonna
do,
where
you
runnin'
to?
I'm
gonna
crumble
you
and
I'll
take
a
number
two
and
dump
on
you
if
you
ain't
Joyner
If
you
ain't
Kendrick
or
Cole
or
Sean
then
you're
a
goner
I'm
'bout
to
bring
it
to
anyone
in
this
bitch
who
want
it
I
guess
when
you
walk
into
BK,
you
expect
a
Whopper
You
can
order
a
quarter
pounder
when
you
go
to
McDonald's
But
if
you're
lookin'
to
get
a
porterhouse
you
better
go
get
Revival
But
y'all
are
acting
like
I
tried
to
serve
you
up
a
slider
Maybe
the
vocals
should
have
been
auto-tuned
and
you
would
have
bought
it
But
sayin'
I
no
longer
got
it
'cause
you
missed
the
line
and
never
caught
it
'Cause
it
went
over
your
head,
because
you're
too
stupid
to
get
it
'Cause
you're
mentally
retarded
but
pretend
to
be
the
smartest
With
your
expertise
and
knowledge,
but
you'll
never
be
an
artist
And
I'm
harder
on
myself
than
you
could
ever
be,
regardless
What
I'll
never
be
is
flawless,
all
I'll
ever
be
is
honest
Even
when
I'm
gone
they're
gonna
say
I
brought
it
Even
when
I
hit
my
forties
like
a
fuckin'
alcoholic
With
a
bottle
full
of
malt
liquor
but
I
couldn't
bottle
this
shit
any
longer
The
fact
that
I
know
that
I'ma
hit
my
bottom
if
I
don't
Pull
myself
from
the
jaws
of
defeat
and
rise
to
my
feet
I
don't
see
why
y'all
even
started
with
me
I
get
impeached,
my
enemies
die
I
don't
ceasefire
till
at
least
all
are
deceased
I'm
eastside,
never
be
caught
slippin'
Now
you
see
why
I
don't
sleep
Not
even
a
wink,
I
don't
blink
I
don't
doze
off,
I
don't
even
nod
to
the
beats
I
don't
even
close
my
fuckin'
eyes
when
I
sneeze
"Aw,
man!"
"That
BET
cypher
was
weak,
it
was
garbage"
"The
Thing
ain't
even
orange!
Oh
my
God,
that's
a
reach"
Shout
to
all
my
colorblind
people
Each
and
every
one
of
y'all
if
you
call
a
fire
engine
green,
aquamarine
Or
you
think
water
is
pink
"Dawg,
that's
a
date"
"Looks
like
an
olive
to
me"
"Look,
there's
an
apple"
"No,
it's
not,
it's
a
peach!"
So
finger-bang,
Pootie
Tang,
Burger
King,
Gucci
Gang
Charlamagne
gonna
hate
anyway
Doesn't
matter
what
I
say
Give
me
Donkey
of
the
Day
What
a
way
for
2018
to
get
underway
But
I'm
gonna
say
everything
that
I
wanna
say
Welcome
to
the
slaughterhouse,
bitch!
(yeah)
Invite
them
in
like
a
one
a
day
I'm
not
done
(preach)
'Cause
I
feel
like
the
beast
of
burden
That
line
in
the
sand,
was
it
even
worth
it?
'Cause
the
way
I
see
people
turnin'
is
makin'
it
seem
worthless
It's
startin'
to
defeat
the
purpose
I'm
watchin'
my
fan
base
shrink
to
thirds
And
I
was
just
trying
to
do
the
right
thing,
but
word
has
the
court
of
public
opinion
reached
a
verdict
Or
still
yet
to
be
determined?
'Cause
I'm
determined
to
be
me,
critique
the
worship
But
if
I
could
go
back,
I'd
at
least
reword
it
And
say
I
empathize
with
the
people,
this
evil
serpent
sold
the
dream
to
that,
he's
deserted
But
I
think
it's
workin',
these
verses
are
makin'
him
a
wee
bit
nervous
And
he's
too
scared
to
answer
me
with
words
'cause
he
knows
that
he
will
lyrically
get
murdered!
But
I
know
at
least
he's
heard
it
'Cause
Agent
Orange
just
sent
the
Secret
Service
to
meet
in
person
To
see
if
I
really
think
of
hurtin'
him
or
ask
if
I'm
linked
to
terrorists
I
said:
"Only
when
it
comes
to
ink
and
lyricists"
But
my
beef
is
more
media
journalists
(Hold
up,
hold
up,
hold
up)
I
said
my
beef
is
more
meaty,
a
journalist
They
can
get
a
mouthful
of
flesh
And
yes,
I
mean
eating
a
penis
'Cause
they
been
panning
my
album
to
death
So
I've
been
giving
the
media
fingers
Don't
wanna
turn
this
to
a
counselling
sesh
But
they
been
puttin'
me
through
the
ringer
So
I
ain't
ironin'
shit
out
with
the
press
But
I
just
took
this
beat
to
the
cleaners
1 Venom - Music From The Motion Picture
2 Good Guy
3 Nice Guy
4 Fall
5 Kamikaze
6 Not Alike
7 Stepping Stone
8 Em Calls Paul - Skit
9 Normal
10 Paul - Skit
11 Lucky You
12 Greatest
13 The Ringer
14 Paul (Skit)
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