Текст песни Head Honcho - Eminem , Ez Mil
Doin'
my
best
just
to
not
blow
my
cover
Know
it's
all
just
a
test,
but
I
can't
pass
up
this
hunger
There's
still
a
hole
in
my
chest
and
I'm
tryna
strap
it
with
numbers
All
you
hoes
got
your
checks,
but
I'm
a
queen
when
I
run
up
Cross
a
king
with
my
hunters,
shootin'
threes
in
abundance
Rookie
Gs,
I
can
thug
us,
he
points
to
me,
shut
the
fuck
up
Annihilation's
what
we
love,
steady
hittin',
gettin'
dodged
Just
wait
'til
we
get
the
guns
out
Kwarenta-singko
na
kalibre
o
nuwebe,
'kaw
na
bahala
Sa
dinami-rami
mong
mali,
utak
mo
lang
may
tama
Sa
kitid
mo
mag-isip,
pare,
'la
ka
man
lang
na
banat
Naglalim-laliman,
ang
sarap
mong
ilublob
sa
dagat
'Di
kailangang
magpatunay
sa
sinuman
na
nakikinig
'Di
masasalag
ng
sintido
o
ng
iyong
bibig
Picture
this,
I
might
be
a
hero
to
your
little
kid
Or
a
villain,
either
way,
I'm
the
fuckin'
head
I'm
the
head
honcho,
money
come
from
my
flow
Que
hubole
blanco,
then
get
the
bread
pronto
(uh-huh)
Yeah,
I'm
the
head
honcho,
money
come
from
my
flow
(yeah)
Que
hubole
blanco
(uh),
then
get
the
bread
pronto
(look,
I
got)
Got
loose
strips,
two
grip,
that's
the
shit
I'm
smooth
with
I'm
the
new
kid
that
these
fathers
can't
fool
with
Send
my
new
slips
as
tighly
than
how
these
boots
fit
I
got
that
new
drip
that
drowned
titanical
cruise
ships
Don't
you
dip
and
dabble
too
close
Just
watch
us
from
the
distance,
I
don't
fuck
with
all
that
glucose
You
fall
and
need
assistance,
I
could
do
the
same,
but
who
knows
I'd
rather
say,
"Good
riddance,"
Jack
the
Ripper
rippin'
paroles
Annihilate
with
persistence
to
try
to
say
something
different
But
while
today,
I'm
just
spittin'
to
rhyme
while
makin'
a
livin'
But
mama
say
that
I'm
different,
she
proud
of
how
I
do
business
I'd
kinda
resemble
Hitman
that
got
away
from
the
killin'
I'm
the
head
honcho,
money
come
from
my
flow
Que
hubole
blanco,
then
get
the
bread
pronto
Yeah,
I'm
the
head
honcho,
they
call
me
the
boss,
though
You
can
call
me
Marshall,
then
get
the
bread
pronto
(yo)
You
don't
relate
to
me,
guess
you
never
been
angry
or
sad
(hm)
Or
maybe
just
have
never
had
to
ever
face
adversity
Take
any
ass
whippings,
I
basically
had
To
see
some
shit
that'd
make
you
faint
like
you're
fakin'
a
jab
(pussy)
Bitch,
you
wish
you
had
a
life
like
mine
(yeah)
You
just
fantasize
the
shit
you
write,
you
guys
like
lying
(yeah)
Everything
you
ever
been
through
multiplied
by
nine
(what?)
Ain't
even
half
the
shit
I
went
through
by
the
time
I
was
five
(like,
what?)
Saw
my
uncle
get
stabbed,
took
a
knife
right
in
the
abs
(yeah)
And
all
he
was
tryna
do
was
get
my
tricycle
back,
yeah
The
one
that
Boogie,
Malcolm
and
Isaac
just
jacked
After
they
jumped
me
and
stomped
me
(boom)
and
hit
me
twice
with
a
bat
(ugh)
Was
five
and
a
half,
second
time
I
survived
an
attack
Two
twins,
they
call
themselves
the
bulldogs
(hrr),
white
kids
and
fat
I
was
too
frightened
to
scrap
(ha),
I
didn't
fight
or
hit
back
And
you
wonder
why
is
it
that
I
treat
a
mic
like
a
gat?
Fully
loaded,
but
I
pull
it,
a
bullet
from
out
a
barrel
the
size
(brr)
of
a
derringer
flies
That's
how
I
would
characterize
lyrics
But
America,
I
could
see
the
fear
in
your
eyes
You
saw
my
terrible
side,
the
blonde
hair
and
blue
eyes
Now,
the
writing
is
on
the
wall
like
graffiti
still
If
you're
havin'
trouble
reading,
will
make
it
simple,
he's
Ezekiel
Easy
name
to
remember
(why?)
'Cause
his
rap
name
is
the
same
as
like
ten
minutes
on
stage
is
for
me
(oh),
easy
mill
Or
should
I
say
measly
mill?
(Haha)
Yeah,
'cause
as
sure
as
Ma
used
to
feed
me
Sleeping
pills
to
keep
me
(yeah),
sleepy
still,
it
was
creepy
'Cause
indeed,
she
(what?)
Could've
easily
Casey
Anthony'd
me
(yeah)
These
rappers,
I'm
above
'em,
but
punchin'
down
ain't
beneath
me
(nope)
Cold
as
the
wind
chill
factor,
but
the
fact
is
I
don't
know
when
to
chill
But
every
time
I
come
out,
they
expect
me
to
fuckin'
reinvent
the
wheel
Rappers
get
praised
for
spittin'
bars
with
less
than
the
tenth
of
skill
Imbecile
on
the
ledge
like
a
Benzo
pill
on
a
windowsill
Now
cancelled
ain't
the
word
for
me
You
need
a
term
that's
probably
stronger
than
dirty
laundry
(Hell)
This
controversy
got
me
in
the
worst
of
quandaries
Feel
like
the
Earth's
axis,
the
world's
turnin'
on
me
Like
them
cops
in
Akron,
Ohio
with
Jayland
Walker
Ain't
caught
this
much
flak
in
a
while
(nah)
since
back
as
a
child
(damn)
And
all
I
did
was
say
like
one
thing
bad
then
it
spiraled
Saw
you
crackin'
a
smile
(haha),
then
relapsed
into
my
old
ways
Back
into
vile
(yup)
Guess
there
ain't
no
civilizin'
a
savage,
and
I
don't
(no)
Give
a
fuck
if
you
hate
me
worse
than
each
track
on
Revival
(huh)
Bitch,
I'm
back
like
a
spinal
(yeah),
get
it
crackin'
like
chiros
It's
the
coup
de
grâce,
I'm
cooler
than
removin'
claws
from
a
cougar's
paws
And
throwin'
it
back
in
the
wild
(fuck)
but
you
tamin'
me?
Ain't
gonna
happen,
and
I'll
live
on
planet
denial
(ha)
for
the
rest
of
my
life
But
you
be
a
stan
'til
I
die,
though
(ha)
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