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Testo Lucifer

[Intro: Alfred Hitchcock, Slim Shady & Eminem]
The coup de grâce is the final shot, right between the eyes
Also known (Haha) as the kill shot
Woo, it feels so good to be (Alright, here we go, alright, I’ma start, I got it)
Dead

[Verse 1: Eminem & Slim Shady]
Before I get banned, kicked off Twitter
And TikTok, ’cause they so damn ticked off, bitter
They want me to bounce (Like what?), like a fabric softener
We just got rid of [?], kick rocks with her
But Dre on beats with the white fades, blondie on the mic
His life happens to be in cool seat with the ride
Like we rapping to little bank robbery on the side
So they want beef, we can make, like Bonnie and collide
Haters can meet the same exact fate as my dad, wait
Least you didn’t miss me graduate (Yeah, great)
But mom, do I still act eight?
Uh, maybe a little Debbie (What?), like a snack cake (Slide)

[Chorus: Eminem]
But if this is what he’d do to his mom
Imagine what he’d do to you, I’m a lunatic, armed
And if it’s you I used to clip on, for you to respond, it’s ludicrous
Ma, look at what your uterus spawned, Lucifer
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[Post-Chorus: ???, Eminem]
This must be a cold day in Hell
Tell me what have we done
Take me out of my misery, I bought Heaven when it was up for sale
And now I need a refund, bae (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Eminem & Slim Shady]
(Wait, what the fuck? Where the fuck my?)
I think somebody messed with my meds, probably (Yo, who took my?)
I bet it’s my ex, molly, that I’ve bludgeoned to death
Already severed the head, I smelled the fresh and flesh rotting
So it’s breakfast in bed if I wake up to a dead body (Ah)
Multiple lacerations, contusions, abrasions, bruises
Hallucinations, delusions, abusive my language usage
They lose it when Dre produced it, as soon as he plays the music
It’s lunacy, treat the beat like a choice, Shady choose it
Now all I see is dollar signs, losers
Bitch, I was in them trenches like them Columbine shooters
I was down bad, broke, and almost abandoned hope (Now what?)
And now my followers are like a Satanic cult (What?)
Yeah, they listen to me, like when Manson spoke (Shh)
They say I don’t know struggle no more, that’s a joke (Ha-ha)
Bitch, the fuckin’ elevator in my mansion’s broke (See)
I have to walk like half a block to get a can of Coke (Damn)
And Candice O, I ain’t mad at her
I ain’t gon’ throw the fact bitch forgot she was black back at her
Laugh at her, like them crackers she’s backin’ after
Her back is turnin’, a cute MAGA hat with her brand new “White Lives Matter” shirt
Or save this MAGA dirt bag in a skirt, just opened the biggest worms on the planet Earth
Call her “Grand wizard”, clan [?] grand dragon
Like the national anthem, I won’t stand for the chant (Why?)
But I can’t diss her ’cause my plans are to get in her pants and I’ll blow my chance if I answer back to her
My shit is like taking Deborah Mathers at her word
Yeah, I’m that absurd, we had a spazzin’ afterwards
We squashed the beef like a hamburger patty
Or should I say gigantic turd, ’cause I put that shit to bed like Amber Heard at a mattress firm (Slide)
[Chorus: Eminem]
But if this is what he’d do to his mom (Pfft)
Imagine what he’d do to you, I’m a lunatic, armed
And if it’s you I used to clip on, for you to respond, it’s ludicrous
Ma, look at what your uterus spawned, Lucifer

[Post-Chorus: ??? & Eminem]
This must be a cold day in Hell
Tell me what have we done
Take me out of my misery, I bought Heaven when it was up for sale
And now I need a refund, bae (Yeah)

[Verse 3: Eminem & Slim Shady]
So whether you friend or you are foe
Far as bars go, even fuckin’ retards know
That as far as smoke with me, I don’t think it’d be smart so
Might as well go lookin’ for smoke with Lamar, bro
But Marshall, you’re getting more perverse every time you record a verse
And it’s like you came from 2000’s, stepped out a portal cursin’
Hurdlin’ horrible slurs towards the world
And why can’t you make fun of people behind their backs like a normal person?
But when you reach these heights, freedom of speech dies
With every line that I recite, them PC police try to throw me in jail with no bail, like the peace prize
For all of them years (What?) they reduced me to tears (Yeah)
Tried to shrink me to pea-sized
Only to see my (What?), self-esteem rise
Now, these are my replies (Mm), they made me eat shit (Shit)
I fed it back to them, three times (Yeah)
Step-father’s the only one (What?), I ever been beat by
Squeeze mics like Burmese pie [?]
You sleep on the flow (What?), ho, you hear these strings climb (Yeah)
You reap what you sow (So what?)
So first I must weep rhymes, yeah
So seamlessly did in my Levi’s, in a state of disbelief
My genius is a trait, so the gap is in our genes, right? (Haha, the gap)
At least, that’s what it seems like
And I’m Lucifer and Dre is the producer for the Antichrist

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