[Verse 1: Eminem]
They ask me am I okay, they ask me if I'm happy
Are they asking me that because of the shit that's been thrown at me
Or am I just a little snappy and they genuinely care?
Doody, most of my life it's just been me and you there
And I continuously stare at pictures of you
I never got to say I love you as much as I wanted to but I do
Yeah I say it now and you can't hear me, what the fuck good does
That do me now, but somehow I know you're near me in presence
Oh, I went and dropped some presents off for Easter to them
Two little beautiful boys of yours to try to ease their minds a little
And dog you'll never believe this
But Sharonda actually talks to me now, Jesus
And everyone else is just tryna pick up the pieces
Man how could you touch so many fucking lives and just leave us
They say grievance has a way of affecting everyone different
If it's true how the fuck am I supposed to get over you, difficult as it sounds
[Hook: Obie Trice]
Doody, I dropped a tear in a rhyme
The day you find it is the day I stop missing DeShaun
Holten, it was written, it was woven for a soldier to leave so suddenly
Got me wide open
How could God take a soul so dope and
Turn around leave us all heartbroken?
Know that you're saying keep going, be a man, no emotion
It's your duty, till we meet again, Doody
[Verse 2: Eminem]
Doody, that's what we'd call each other, I don't know where it came from
But it just stuck with us, we was always brothers
Never thought about each other's skin colors
'Til one day we was walking up the block in the summer
It was like 90 degrees I was catching a sunburn
Tryna walk under the trees just to give me some comfort
I'm moaning I just wanna get home when I look over and your shirt is off
I'm like you gonna fry and you're like, "No I won't, I'm black stupid
Black people they got melatonin
In their skin we don’t burn," meanwhile my face is glowing and I felt
Like I'm on fire and the entire time you're just laughing at me
And snapping at me with your shirt, bastard
And I still have to get you back for that shit
And by the way them Playboy rings, my mother stole from you
Well Nate finally got 'em back shit
It musta been at least 16 years ago, well I put 'em in your cask-oww
Moving past it, it still ain't registered yet
But you can bet your legacy they'll never forget
The Motor City, Motown, hip hop vet, Hip Hop Shop, dreads
It don't stop there, yeah, as difficult as it sounds
[Hook: Obie Trice]
Doody, I dropped a tear in a rhyme
The day you find it is the day I stop missing DeShaun
Holten, it was written, it was woven for a soldier to leave so suddenly
Got me wide open
How could God take a soul so dope and
Turn around leave us all heartbroken?
Know that you're saying keep going, be a man, no emotion
It's your duty, till we meet again, Doody
[Verse 3: Eminem]
And this might sound a little strange but I'mma tell it
I found that jacket that you left at my wedding and I picked it up to smell it
I wrapped it up in plastic until I put it in glass
And hang up in the hallway so I can always look at it
And as for all me and D12 we feel like fuck rap
It feels like our general just fucking died in our lap
We shut off all our pagers, all our cell numbers is changed
Our two-ways are in the trash so some cats will have to find a new way
And I know it feels like the dreams will die with you today
But the truth is they're all still here and you ain't
Purple Gang, you gotta keep pressing on
Don't ever give up the dream dog, I got love for you all
And Doody, it's true you bought people together who never
Woulda been in the same room if it wasn't for you
You were the peacemaker Doody, I know sometimes you were moody
But you hated confrontation and truly hated the feuding
But you were down for yours whenever it came to scrapping
If it had to happen, it had to happen, believe me
I know you're the one who taught me to throw them bows back on Dresden
From making cars to paintballing and getting arrested
To sitting across from each other in cells laughing and jesting
They tried to hit us for five years for that, no question
I guess them hookers and bums that we shot up
Didn't show up for court so we got off on a technicality, left sweatin'
Me, you and what's his face, I forgot his fucking name
Shame he even came to your funeral, he betrayed our team
And if I see him again I'mma punch him in the fucking face
And that's on Hallie Jade, Whitney Lane and Alaina's name
I let the pistol bang once just to lick a shot in the air
For you and pour some liquor out for you with Obie in the parking lot
Of 54 just before we were supposed to get in cars
To come and see you, once more difficult as it sounds
[Obie Trice]
Doody!
