Go To Sleep

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by AtomicPancakes22

by AtomicPancakes22

[Verse 1: Eminem]

I ain't gonna eat, I ain't gonna sleep
Ain't gonna breathe 'til I see what I wanna see
And what I wanna see is you go to sleep in the dirt
Permanently, you're just being hurt
This ain't gonna work, for me it just wouldn't be sufficient enough cause we are just gonna be enemies
As long as we breathe, I don't ever see
Either of us coming to terms where we can agree
There ain't gonna be no reasoning speaking with me
You speak on my seed, then me, no speak-a Inglés
So we gonna beef, and keep on beefing, unless
You're gonna agree to meet with me in the flesh
And settle this face-to-face, and you're gonna see
A demon unleashed in me that you've never seen
And you're gonna see this gangster pee on himself
I see you D12, and thanks, but me need no help
Me do this one all by my lonely, I don't need 15 of my homies
When I see you, I'm seeing you, me and you only
We never met, but best believe you gon' know me
When I'm this close to see you exposed as phony
Come on, bitch, show me! Pick me up, throw me!
Lift me up, hold me – just like you told me
You was gonna do, that's what I thought, you're pitiful
I'm rid of you, all of you, Ja, you'll get it too

[Hook: Eminem]

Now go to sleep, bitch! Die, motherfucker, die!
Ugh, time's up, bitch, close ya eyes!
Go to sleep, bitch! Why are you still alive?
How many times I gotta say, close ya eyes!
And go to sleep, bitch! Die, motherfucker die!
Bye, bye, motherfucker, bye, bye!
Go to sleep, bitch! Why are you still alive?
Why? Die, motherfucker! Ah, ah, ah, go to sleep, bitch!

[Verse 2: Obie Trice]

We got you niggas nervous on purpose
To hurt your focus, you's not MC's, you's worthless
You's not them G's, you's a circus, you's no appeal, please
You's curtains, you use words Kool Herc slurred in 2003
You's purpin', you's no threat, who's you servin'?
When lyrically oughta bury you beneath the dirt when
You fuck with a label overseeing the Earth
Shady, mothafucka, O. Trice's birth
And as I mold I become more cursed
So we can put down the verse, take it to the turf
Cock and squeeze, and he who reach the hearse
Is he who depicts fiction in his verse
And as I breathe, and you be deceased
The world believe you deceived just to speak
You's not the streets, you's the desk
Use not your chest, nigga, use a vest before 2's choose ya rest
You chose death; six feet deep, nigga, that's the depth

[Hook]

[Verse 3: DMX]

Hey dog, I'ma walk like a beast, talk like the streets
I'ma stay blazing New York with the heat
Stalk on the beat, walk with my feet
Understand my pain, the rain ain't sleet
Peep how I'm moving, peep where I'm going
Shit don't seep, then sleep not knowing
But I'ma keep growing, getting larger than life
Easy going with the same one that started the fight
He be knowing how dog get when dog don't bite
Tried to show him the dog shit, it's dog for life
Grand Champ, and my Blood Line is tight
Cause it's all good, it's all right
Niggas tried to holla, but couldn't holla back
Now they gots to swallow everything in the sack
Blood Line, and we can go track for track
Damn, dog, why'd you have to do them niggas like that?

[Hook]

[Outro: Eminem]

All you motherfuckers, take that!
Here, take this too, bitch!
Uh, uh, uh, uh, wahoo
We're killing all you motherfuckers dead, all of you
Fake ass gangsters!
No more press! No more press!
Rot, motherfuckers, rot!
Decay, in the dirt, bitch, in the motherfucking dirt!
Die nameless, bitch! Die nameless! No more fame!
Ahh, hahahaha
Yo, X, come on, man. Obie, let's go, haha