Fuel

歌手: Eminem JID • 专辑:The Death of Slim Shady (Coup De Grâce) • 发布时间:2024-07-12
作词 : Luis Resto/Marshall Mathers/D. Porter/H. LeMon Bey/Thomas Forbes
 作曲 : Luis Resto/Marshall Mathers/D. Porter/H. LeMon Bey/Thomas Forbes
 Smoking trees, I'm ridin' 'round
 Come to my side of town
 Lately, it's been goin', goin', goin', goin', goin' down (Look, uh, look)

 
 All of my niggas gon' ride with it
 In the pocket, the rocket like Kelly mom
 Mama told me the power was in the tongue
 But it probably ain't powerful as a gun
 All of you little cowards get devoured, I'm givin' out flowers to anyone
 I ain't been out the house in a minute 'cause I ain't wit' it if the money is miniature
 I been mindin' my business, I'm business mindin'
 I been spendin' some time with the minister
 'Cause them niggas spinnin' shit and still sinnin' in the City of God and it's sinister
 Try to pray and repent in a synagogue or a mosque, a temple, a church
 Them brown skin's seen them men niggas hurtin'
 And murder's a common courtesy, for certainly
 R.I.P. D on the shirt, search, lurk, murk, squirt, durk, first (Forty-eight)
 My nigga doin' four plus eight without a court date
 Talked the other day, he say he doin' okay
 He good, he gainin' weight, then got a sharp shank
 He made, he say they played, they gotta partake
 Homie got a heart full of hate and a face full of war paint
 Eyes all red, full of rage and it's hard to escape from a dark place
 East side niggas from the A, niggas all ages
 Tryna sell a pound of the dog cage
 All the OGs 'round town was our age
 Danger, sex, and drugs, X and R rated
 Danger, sex, and drugs, shit be outrageous
 But don't get this shit ****ed up, my boy
 Ya lucked up once then ya doubled up
 I dribble and pass it to the cup and triple-double it
 Get to the basket, get the cash and cuddle up
 Cover up, bundle up, batter up (Batter up)
 Um, talk a lot of smack and now go back it up
 Shawty wanna shag, wanna shack it up
 I can put a pussy on the platter like a platypus
 Nappy hair, nigga, hair natted up
 I said, "Barbara," nigga tatted up
 I won't argue, nigga mad as ****
 'Cause I ain't compatible, I'm finna catapult
 But niggas know it's goin'
 Down, down, down, down, do-do-do—

 If I run out of fuel
 I won't, what the **** y'all gon' do
 If I don't run out of fuel?
 Down, down, down, down, do-do-do— (Run out of fuel)
 That scares the **** out of you

 
 For a couple decades (Brrt)
 Been lettin' this TEC spray (Brrt)
 From that day that I met Dre (Brrt)
 So you liable to catch strays (Brrt)
 From the second you press play (What?)
 I suggest they (What?)
 Do not test like an essay (Why?)
 'Cause like when my homies out west, ayy (Yeah)
 We can just say (What?)
 I'm like a R-A-P-E-R (Yeah)
 Got so many S-As (S-As), S-As (Huh)
 Wait, he didn't just spell the word, "Rapper" and leave out a P, did he? (Yep)
 R.I.P., rest in peace, Biggie
 And Pac, both of y'all should be living (Yep)
 But I ain't tryna beef with him (Nope)
 'Cause he might put a hit on me like Keefe D did him
 And that's the only way you're gonna be killing me (Nah)
 Ain't gonna be on no beat, silly (Yeah)
 I beat the beat silly, on the grind like teeth gritting
 Call me, "Obesity" (Why?)
 You think it's over? Wait, it's just beginning
 Diss me and it ain't gonna be pretty (Nah)
 Used to be yea tall then I grew a little each day 'til I became God
 Like James Todd, now your arms are too short to beat 
 Indeed, they small like DJ Paul (Woo)
 My new van's better than your truck by far
 Bitch, suck my balls
 You either smoke crack and your playin' stick ball in the street
 'Cause you must be on base if you thinkin' you can touch my car (Yeah)
 But if the whole world was out to get you (What?)
 It'd turn you to a powder keg too
 Kyle Rittenhouse, spittin' rounds, the TEC shoots (Look out, like, "Brrt")
 And that ain't no sound effect (Woo)
 Neither was that, SIG Sauer lets loose
 I don't condone gun violence at schools (Nah)
 But I can't get these voices out my head (Hey, let's go, one, two)
 They're putting words in my mouth like alphabet soup
 Got the most content on the continent
 And constant compliments give me confidence (I'ma)
 Across the common sense and incompetence (Uh)
 Incognizant, the conflict's are consequence
 Of accomplishments that conference through compeitish
 If conquered conked him into unconsciousness
 Through conscious, I conjure, though
 King Kong had just called me, "Kamikaze," I'm gun cocked to this (Woo, my bad)
 Nobodies sixteen's are touching
 These mother****in' index fingers ****in' the nina
 Clutchin' the nine millimeter, tuckin' the heat
 Got the toaster like an English muffin
 No, I mean toaster like you drinked or somethin'
 But it's in a holster, I proceed to bust it
 **** around and get popped like Halyna Hutchins
 Like I'm Alec Baldwin, what I mean is buckin' you down, coup de grâce then
 Right between the ****in'
 I shoot 'em all in if you think you're ****in' with me
 You're gonna suffer the ****in' repercussions
 The reaper's comin' to heathen and I need it from me
 I keep replenishing fuel while the beat I'm punishin'

 If I run out of fuel
 I won't, what the **** y'all gon' do
 If I don't run out of fuel?
 Down, down, down, down, do-do-do— (Run out of fuel)
 That scares the **** out of you
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