Eminem – These Demons (2020) | Track profile | Dork

Eminem – These Demons (2020) | Track profile | Dork

Lyrics

These Demons

[Intro: Eminem]

Yeah, you know what? (Loud Pack)

Haters are funny, man (Haha)

It's like, you're gonna hate it no matter what it is

Yet you still click on it (Zombie on the track), huh, yeah

[Verse 1: Eminem]

I want you to change, but don't change (Yeah)

I want you to grow up, but don't age

I want the rage, but don't get too angry

I want the new, but old Shady

I want you to say what they won't say (Yeah)

Just don't go too far, but go cray

I want you to almost lose it, man

They keep movin' the goalpost, don't they?

So let's cut to the chase like OJ

In his Bronco goin' up the roadway (Skrrt)

And get off my dick

If I said my balls were yarn, you bitches would crochet (Haha)

All I ever wanted's a rope chain

From the day I saw Cool J on Soul Train

Now I got that Kangol, two cables (Haha)

One yellow and white gold plated

Just to let 'em know I made it

[Chorus: MAJ & Eminem]

I told my dawgs we gon' get right in a year (Yeah), yeah, yeah

What did it cost? Now I get gone in the Lear (Woo), yeah, yeah

Still have all these demons comin' for my neck, yeah, yeah

I ain't never comin' down, yeah, yeah (Yo)

[Verse 2: Eminem]

This pandemic got us in a recession

We need to reopen America (What?)

Black people dyin', they want equal rights

White people wanna get haircuts (Haha)

Some people protest, some people riot (What?)

But we ain't never escapin' this virus (Nah)

'Til the cops that are racially biased (What?)

We no longer enable these liars

You get 'em on tape, they stick to a story

Like Spider-Man crawlin' upside of a wall and (Yeah)

Some are just unabiding as lawmen (Yeah)

Like Garrett Rolfe and like Derek Chauvin (Yup)

No cap, still riding with Colin (Yup)

Though some people don't like me at all and (Yeah)

Some are like (Summer like) bees to flowers (Why?)

'Cause some people find me appalling (A pollen, haha)

Ooh, I say a line, people are outraged (Oh no)

The press slams me again (Yeah), people ain't having it nowadays

Then give an album that I put out in, like, 2000 you griped about praise

But I wake up every day even more caked up than the makeup on your clown face

And I laid my foundation, and

[Chorus: MAJ & Eminem]

I told my dawgs we gon' get right in a year, yeah, yeah

What did it cost? Now I get gone in the Lear, yeah, yeah

Still have all these demons comin' for my neck, yeah, yeah

I ain't never comin' down (Yeah), yeah, yeah

[Verse 3: Eminem]

I got a question (What?)

What rhymes with pariah?

(I don't know) Mm, tsk, uh, LEGO? (Oh shit)

You just bit into the lit end of the wick

Shit, I meant, shit end of the stick

I'm addicted to friction and mischief

It's like your bitch's midriff, shit gets my dick stiff as a stick shift

Dick as in Cheney, drip as in saline

They bring my name up just to get ratings

It's like trying to choose between Bizzy, Layzie, or Wish against Krayzie

'Cause I got a bone to pick and Slim Shady (Slim Shady)

Will thug (Thug) and harm any (Harmony)

Who attempt to diss Hailie (Hailie)

Bitch, I will go in like it's raining

And I get canceled like once a day (Yeah)

Why would I go? It's more fun to stay (Ah)

You get me to leave? There's no fuckin' way

I got a better chance of fuckin' Young M.A. (Ooh)

Ooh, sounds like I'm zoning

So me sayin' I'm out, nice to know me

Is like askin' me where my shin is

It's down right bologna (Below knee, haha)

Uh, oh, but we can play hide the salami (Yeah)

If your gal'd like to blow me (Yup)

My wave is like a tsunami (Yup)

These flows you're still tryna wrap your head around like you're a swami (Ha)

Just call me the mic kamikaze with Mike Zombie and I'ma just keep bombing (Woo)

'Cause the game is mine like an IED (Yeah)

If they ever do cancel me like Live PD

Said I'm takin' some of you with me if I'm leaving (Brr)

It's time to murder you now, side B, B

I might be D to the fuckin' I-Z-Z

Y from rappin' circles around these hoes

Just like girdles and every word from my mouth's so fire

I should be burnt to the ground

There's a fuckin' circus in town, yeah, bitch, this verse finna clown, ICP

R. Kelly sex tape, I see pee (Look)

My shit is intense (In tents) like tipis

You gettin' wiped like TP

You don't like me? You can bite my little white wee-wee

And I repeat, you can bite my little white wee-wee long as I L-I-V-E

And ever since my pre-teens, striped Lee jeans and Grandma Nan's little black and white TV (Yeah)

Now I'm so bougie that I stick out my pinkie every time I drink tea

Used to wanna wife Sweet Tee (Sweet Tee)

Used to rock wife beaters, now I let your wife beat me (Yeah)

So you can eat shit, but I might be the shit

So when I say "Eat shit," I mean me

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