This song is from the album Music To Be Murdered By – Side B(2020), released on 18 December 2020. The vocals are by Eminem , Dj Premier , the music is produced by P. Rock, Nas, Matthew Norrish Jacobson, Young M.A, Ronny J, Future, ATL Jacob, Luis Resto, IllaDaProducer , Eminem, and the lyrics are written by DJ Premier, Luis Resto, IllaDaProducer , Eminem,.
It is originally in the key of Eb Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 68 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
It is originally in the key of Eb Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 68 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
Vocals: Eminem , Dj Premier ,
Producer: DJ Premier, Luis Resto, IllaDaProducer , Eminem,
Writer: P. Rock, Nas, Matthew Norrish Jacobson, Young M.A, Ronny J, Future, ATL Jacob, Luis Resto, IllaDaProducer , Eminem,
Producer: DJ Premier, Luis Resto, IllaDaProducer , Eminem,
Writer: P. Rock, Nas, Matthew Norrish Jacobson, Young M.A, Ronny J, Future, ATL Jacob, Luis Resto, IllaDaProducer , Eminem,
Original Key: Eb Minor Time Signature: 4/4 Tempo: 68 Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU c h o r d z o n e . o r g [INTRO] Ebm I don't smile, I don't frown, get too up or get too down (Nah) Ebm I was here, so were you, you came and went, I stuck around (Yeah) Ebm Still here now, stop me how? Your opinion's like a broken calculator Ebm That shit doesn't count Ebm Shut your motherfuckin' mouth www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Ebm I'm emptyin' (I'm emptyin') my book of rhymes (My book of rhymes) Ebm Get 'em all off my pad, every thought that I had Ebm I said I'm emptyin' (I'm emptyin') my book of rhymes (My book of rhymes) Ebm Get 'em all off my pad (Yeah), every thought that I had [VERSE ONE] Ebm Haven't used all the tricks I have, so like my balls, I'm in my bag (My bag) Ebm Get a little testе when I'm mad (I'm mad), sick of wrestling this iPad (iPad) Ebm Unsuccessfully, I might add Ebm And I know it's bеst to leave it lie Ebm But even I get obsessed with reading everything Ebm And let it get the best of me 'til I snap ('Til I snap) Ebm But I need to get off the internet (Get off the internet) Ebm I need to get on the mic (Get on the mic) Ebm You need to get off the internet (Internet) Ebm You need to get you a life Ebm Why you waste time just to comment on shit? (Comment on shit) Ebm Especially shit you don't like (Shit you don't like) Ebm Don't like it, don't listen, Ebm but don't tell me 'bout your favorite rapper rippin' Ebm some shit he didn't write (Shit he didn't write) Ebm What happened to Slim? He was no cap with the pen Ebm He used to rap like the people his music was for Ebm He was exactly like them Ebm The dude who used to be poor, why can't he tap into him? Ebm Can't use that excuse anymore Ebm He's mad at the wind, he's in a nuclear war Ebm With a cloud, he's yellin' at it again Ebm I talked to your mother, she told me she loved me Ebm All she wanna do is just hold me and hug me Ebm Wants nobody but me, she showed me the Dougie Ebm Can I get a witness like notary public? (Preach) Ebm She said, "Kick some fly shit" (Fly shit) Ebm I said, "I got wings on my ass" (Wings on my ass) Ebm Told her my dick's a cockpit (Dick's a cockpit) Ebm I fly by the seat of my pants (Seat of my pants) Ebm Sinful thoughts, this beat is crazy, this shit's retarded Ebm This instru's mental (This instru's mental) to mini-bars, incidental charges Ebm When did it start? I been cold-hearted in this heart since kindergarten Ebm Mental sharpness which makes Slim a walking dentist office, bitch, I invented flossin' Ebm Yeah, I used to wonder (I used to wonder) Ebm where my next meal's gonna come from (Meal's gonna come from) Ebm Now, I just wonder (Now I just wonder) Ebm where my next mill's gonna come from (Mill's gonna come from) Ebm I cannot have no success (Have no success), Ebm unless when I finally make it (Finally make it) Ebm I get to remind all the haters (Remind all the haters) Ebm who shitted on me when I'm on my way up (I'm on my way) Ebm My floor is y'all fool's ceilings Ebm If I was you, I would step or find yourself twisted Ebm That's how you'll wind up like spiral stairs Ebm I will swear on a stack of Bibles Ebm I will tear new behinds out of rivals, even your idols, I don't care Ebm It's Music to Be Murdered By, so Bon Iver can swallow a fuckin' Ja Rule bobblehead Ebm And die slow like Alzheimer's (Ha-ha) Ebm Lone sniper, I hold a microphone like a loaded rifle Ebm My dome's brighter, all I spit from my skull's fire Ebm All that's missing's a motorcycle with the chrome wires, spoke tires Ebm And y'all are flow biters, so I don't gotta Ebm Explain why they call me your ghostwriter www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Ebm I'm emptyin' (I'm emptyin') my book of rhymes (My book of rhymes) Ebm Get 'em all off my pad, every thought that I had Ebm I said I'm emptyin' (I'm emptyin') my book of rhymes (My book of rhymes) Ebm Get 'em all off my pad, every thought that I had (Illa) [VERSE TWO] Ebm Haven't used all the tricks I have, so like my balls, it's in my bag Ebm I tend to get a little testy when I'm mad Ebm But gift of gab and pen to pad turn temper tantrums into anthems Ebm Put lips to ass and kiss the cracks, spit your damnedest Ebm You're still gonna hit the canvas Ebm Rippin' rappers, veterans to whippersnappers Ebm Mr. Mathers is killin' this shit, villainous wit with scant less Ebm Syllables rip the planet, biblical shit's fittin' to hit the fan Ebm Anybody wanna go tit for tat's gonna get hit with that Ebm Then the amygdala hippocampus is gonna trigger the ignoramus Ebm To think of the most ridiculous shit to spit then Ebm Pit it against these pitiful rappers Ebm Insidious, these idiots wittiest shit against me shitty as MC Hammer's Ebm Get your whole squad, send a task force in Ebm If you want it, you're 'bout to get what you asked for then Ebm Put your helmet on, strap your chin Ebm You're 'bout to get you a crash course in Ebm Who not to start a motherfuckin' rap war with Ebm Or to go against, fuck would you wanna do that for? Ebm No offense, but are you retards slow or dense? Ebm A fuckin' penny has more sense Ebm Yeah, now you gotta get killed, but it's not a big deal, but every thought is so ill Ebm And so methodical, thought I swallowed a pill Ebm I'm starting to feel like I'm an automobile Ebm With Barnacle Bill inside the car at the wheel Ebm Inside a carnival, 'cause I'm plowin' into everyone who wrote snidey articles Ebm And that explains why the fuck you clowns are all in my grill Ebm Joy and pain, fortune, fame, torture, shame, choice I made Ebm Swore someday the world would pay less to lose, more to gain, daughters raised Ebm Yesterday, glory days, adored and praised, ignored the hate Ebm Addressed the fake, toured with Dre, tore a page from Jordan came Ebm Destroyed the game before you came, enjoy your stay Ebm Before it's gone away, but the more you claim that you're gonna point and aim Ebm If it joined a gang, your shit isn't going to bang Ebm You're just boring, lame and more of the same Ebm You have an enormous chain, but a stormless brain Ebm The most you can form is rain Ebm Your shit is pointless, same as a scoreless game Ebm So, bitch, quit lyin', you're denyin' like Mr. Porter's name Ebm Borderline bipolar disorder since my stroller Ebm Eyes rollin' back in my skull like Eli Porter Ebm Fire mortar (Brr) rounds, Ayatollah, every iota I load up Ebm I owe to my motor mouth Ebm This is my note to self Ebm Sometimes you're gonna bomb Ebm So you just might have to blow yourself up with no one's help Ebm I just wrote it down in my book of rhymes Ebm Preemo, take us out [OUTRO] Ebm Writin' in my book of rhymes Ebm My book of rhymes, my book of rhymes Ebm I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm eastside Ebm Writin' in my book of rhymes Ebm My book of rhymes, my book of rhymes Ebm I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm eastside
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