From the album Music To Be Murdered By - Side B (Deluxe Edition), out now: smarturl.it/MTBMBDLX eminem.com / eminem / eminem / eminem shadyrecords.com / shadyrecords / shadyrecords / shadyrecords
@@HieHie72 this last albums are pure quality He's had up and downs but because he had bad albums doesn't mean he didn't recover and came back even better now
I am sure smack that ,shake that been played in an lot of clubs and same with crack my bottle ,also em doesn t make club music but sometimes without me or the real slim shady are played @@PenguinRisk
Got so lost trynna wrap his bars around my head forgot the “10% battery remaining” prompt popped up & my phone died but His music kept playin on my dead phone🔥
KILLER LYRICS [Intro] (Killer) Yeah, it's crazy, I'm a (Killer) Made all this money from doin' this (D.A. got that dope) [Chorus] Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me [Verse 1] That's what I do with money, got money out the ass Call it toilet paper, yeah, flush with cash Girl, nice butt, is it up for grabs? Just wanna touch your ass, is that too much to ask? Yeah I made it grip, I know it's tough to grasp, get the bag Call it potato chips, I stuff in duffel bags On some public transportation shit, 'cause I will bust your ass Fuck the chain, I'm off the trailer hitch, I got a bunch of swag [Chorus] Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me Yeah, I'm a (Killer) [Post-Chorus] Yeah, I'm a (What?), I'm a (What?), I'm a (Killer) Yeah, look, yeah [Verse 2] My income is all that and then some Girl, your man is nincompoop, a symptom Of a simp 'cause he'll spend some loot to get some As for me, I'm like Kim Jong-Un, a pimp, son (Haha) Swag dripping, I'm in a pub Went up to this chick who was so tipsy, we went to hug Ended up tripping, I picked her up She yelled out it's her birthday She's fifty and in the club Then it comes on (Yeah), that "In da Club" song (Yeah) She's a buzzsaw (What?), we're goin' numbskull (Uh) I live on the edge (Haha), she's a jump off (Yeah) Call her Cinderella (Why?), she loves balls (Oh) [Chorus] Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me Yeah, I'm a (Killer) [Verse 3] Attack like the Ripper All over the track doin' laps like a stripper Now (Now), now (Now), w- wow (Wow) look out (Out) Rap circles around ('Round) clowns, surround sound (Sound) John Rambo's back and my ammo's stacked And I'm cocking raps, I'm on your head Other words, I'm stocking caps and I'm talking facts Like OfficeMax Never down, I'll be up like an insomniac Girl, I got racks you got a rack How you got all that back and no body fat I'm in awe with that When I stopped the Pontiac at the laundry mat that I saw you at You almost had a heart attack when you met Cardiac You ran inside and told your boyfriend like, "I'll be back" But for all you knew I probably act like I'm Daniel Wozniak I'm a psycho-pa-pathic killer I'm a cap peeler, caterpillar With the botanic of bananas You never heard better vernacular Comin' after your scapula For the lack of a better word, Dracula 'Cause I'm attackin' a rapper at the phrenic nerves I'm a savage, back to put the dagger in the back of competitors Predator and scavenger I am a carnivore and a baller, you're at the dollar store What the fuck you got a wallet for? Y'all are poor I was livin' in squalor but, uh-uh, not no more Now I'm the one they holla for Fuckin' shit up like a dinosaur in a China store Bitch, I'm number five (What?) minus four (Haha) [Chorus] Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me Yeah, I'm a (Killer) [Post-Chorus] Yeah, I'm a (What?), I'm a (What?), I'm a (Killer) Yeah Credit:- genius.com/Eminem-killer-lyrics
I think at this point he is proving that he can do anything and everything, and be the best at it. Lyrics, the beats, the ever changing flows, production, creativity…. It’s wild how good he is.
I think 🐐 needs to make a music video of this one to troll the new generation and use chicks,flashing money,cars etc. To say " i'm the past, the present, and the future" 😂😂😂
I got yall. Here is the lyrics: [Intro] (Killer) Yeah, it's crazy, I'm a (Killer) Made all this money from doin' this (D.A. got that dope) [Chorus] Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me [Verse 1] That's what I do with money, got money up the ass Call it toilet paper, yeah, flush with cash Girl, nice butt, is it up for grabs? Just wanna touch your ass, is that too much to ask? Yeah I made a grip, I know it's tough to grasp, get the bag Call it potato chips, I stuff in duffel bags On some public transportation shit, 'cause I will bus' your ass Fuck the chain, I'm off the trailer hitch, I got a bunch of swag [Chorus] Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me Yeah, I'm a (Killer) [Post-Chorus] Yeah, I'm a (What?), I'm a (What?), I'm a (Killer) Yeah, look, yeah [Verse 2] My income is all that and then some Girl, your man is a nincompoop, a symptom Of a simp 'cause he'll spend some loot to get some As for me, I'm the Kim Jong-Un of pimps, hon' (Haha) Swag dripping, I'm in a pub Went up to this chick who was so tipsy, we went to hug Ended up tripping, I picked her up She yelled out it's her birthday She's fifty and in the club Then it comes on (Yeah), that "In da Club" song (Yeah) She's a buzzsaw (What?), we're goin' numbskull (Uh) I live on the edge (Haha), she's a jump off (Yeah) Call her Cinderella (Why?), she loves balls (Oh) [Chorus] Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me Yeah, I'm a (Killer) [Verse 3] Attack like the Ripper All over the track doin' laps like a stripper Now (Now), now (Now), w- wow (Wow) look out (Out) Rap circles around ('Round) clowns, surround sound (Sound) John Rambo's back and my ammo's stacked And I'm cocking raps, I'm on your head Other words, I'm stocking caps and I'm talking facts (Fax) Like OfficeMax Never down, I'll be up like an insomniac Girl, I got racks you got a rack How you got all that back and no body fat I'm in awe with that When I stopped the Pontiac at the laundromat that I saw you at You almost had a heart attack, went into cardiac You ran inside and told your boyfriend like, "I'll be back" But for all you knew I probably act like I'm Daniel Wozniak I'm a psycho-pa-pathic killer I'm a cap peeler, caterpillar With the botanic of bananas You never heard better vernacular Comin' after your scapula For the lack of a better word, Dracula 'Cause I'm attackin' a rapper at the phrenic nerves I'm a savage, back to put the dagger in the back of competitors Predator and scavenger I am a carnivore and a baller, you're at the dollar store What the fuck you got a wallet for? Y'all are poor I was livin' in squalor but, uh-uh, not no more Now I'm the one they holla for Fuckin' shit up like a dinosaur in a China store Bitch, I'm number five (What?) minus four (Haha) [Chorus] Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me Yeah, I'm a (Killer) [Post-Chorus] Yeah, I'm a (What?), I'm a (What?), I'm a (Killer) Yeah
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