Eminem - I Will

And I don't think that I can stop it (Here it comes)

I do my best to try to block it (Redrum)

I've been sipping on like, vodka (Head's numb)

I'm blacking out, you better watch it (It's bedlam)

I thought I heard a voice in my head that said "Kill"

I had no other choice that was left except fill

My pencil full of poisonous lead, the devil

He wants me to murder this beat, so I will

He told me there are doubters who question my skill

They wanna put my style to the test, am I still

The best? They want the crown on my head, I said, "Chill

If you want me to murder this beat, then I will"

I'm a long way away from where you are in skill

Foreign wheels, my bitch wearin' four inch heels

She on the orange pill

And she about to start taking off layers like orange peels

Sacha Baron Cohen, Farrell, where am I going with this?

Oh yeah, a bar at will

And when you throw the iron in it, I'm all that still

The truth for real, I'm real truth, call that treal

This is my house, this place is mine

Posted on any corner on any coast I'm on

You niggas need to leave that lean, Henny, and coke alone

Tear to the business, married to the strippers, T-Pain

Student of the game pre-Kane, you niggas Post Malone

Elite beat boxer minus the raps

Rollin' with at least three choppers, Ryan is that

I literally keep three shottas

I'm lyrically James Todd, Tariq Trotter minus the cap

I thought I heard a voice in my head that said "Kill"

I had no other choice that was left except fill

My pencil full of poisonous lead, the devil

He wants me to murder this beat, so I will

He told me there are doubters who question my skill

They wanna put my style to the test, am I still

The best? They want the crown on my head, I said, "Chill

If you want me to murder this beat, then I will"

Yeah, slaughter goons under the moonlight

John Wilkes, that's who I'm in the booth like

Abra— I go ham for dead presidents

And everything I record is over your head like a boom mic

Why would you irrelevant fucks want to rebel against us

Knowing your Smith & Wesson has never been clutched?

Knowing you never been rushed by the most ignorant niggas invented

The nigga gotta send you to the dentist to get a whole row of elephant tusks

Your teeth gone like you been on some meth and some dust forever

I see you, my niggas call me the enemy watcher

The minute we spot ya, the semi'll pop, nigga, we got ya

I'm livin' to conquer, remember the mantra, I'm grippin' the launcher

Like Eminem-Dr. with no guilty conscience

I'm still shockin' like droppin' a boombox in bathwater

More shockin' than a pissed off Blanka

I just finished fuckin' a fish called Wanda

I'm finna wander off into yonder

Beyond just mentally stronger, memory monster

I remember the sponsorin' thought that conquered his triple entendre

You the cross of a unicorn and The Unabomber

Quit horsin' around in this building or you a goner

Your Willy Wonka persona won't help you any longer

I'm Optimus, I make prime examples of mini-Tonkas

Hogtie your squad and go bonkers

Spin, grab Denaun's guitar and Honky Tonk ya

Oh, your boss on par like good golfers?

I put a hole in one of you birdies with this Eagle and launch it (Pew)

I thought I heard a voice in my head that said "Kill"

I had no other choice that was left except fill

My pencil full of poisonous lead, the devil

He wants me to murder this beat, so I will

He told me there are doubters who question my skill

They wanna put my style to the test, am I still

The best? They want the crown on my head, I said, "Chill

If you want me to murder this beat, then I will"

Now this will probably be the most illest shit that I've ever said

God bless the dead and let Biggie possess the pencil lead

They called me a sped and said that I had a messed up head

'Cause I said motherfuck school and instead went to special ed

Sippin' Bacardi and lime I start to recollect on the time

That I startled my mom and had her scared to death

Word to Method Man

She heard some Wu-Tang coming from towards the patio

She was like, "What the heck was that?"

She went to check on the noise and go inspect the deck

Then I jumped out with a sword and yelled, "Protect your neck"

Now bow to the Lord, hold up, no, better yet, kneel

Better yet, get down on all fours and take a vow to always

Rejoice in the sound of my voice, bitch, you don't have a choice

Just a third of my will will overpower yours

Using about a fourth to create the amount of force

It'll take to knock out a horse like a tranq full of Tylen— or

Enter my house of whores with a thousand floors

Got a crown of thorns, but it won't fit around the horns

But I'ma keep it a buck like a dollar store

I'm more than you bargained for and I am far more worse

Than a fourty-some bar Lord Jamar verse

Nothing means more than respect, so when I curse

You could say I swore to protect

My image I have zero time or regard for

I never was, been claiming rap when it's not yours

If it was anyone's house G Rap and Rakim would be havin' you mop floors

Run-DMC would be havin' you cleanin' sinks

Yeah, your group was off the chain, but you were the weakest link

Rest of these youngins of mine

Time to start throwing some shade, this time I'm shutting the blinds

'Cause when I'm looking at y'all, shit, it's no wonder it's why

I need a visor, 'cause y'all are just suns in my eyes

Born a cynic and more demented than an orphanage with a morgue up in it

Next door to an abortion clinic

Newborn infants tortured and tormented

With their foreheads dented when they drop 'cause the floor's cemented

Their corpses get ornamented

The corner where the store has been rented

To store them in and the torsos of forty women reported missin'

Distorted, twisted, this isn't no storybook ending

This is only the beginning

So Lord forgive me, I'm hearing voices

I can't ignore them anymore, they're winning

I thought I heard a voice in my head that said "Kill"

I had no other choice that was left except fill

My pencil full of poisonous lead, the devil

He wants me to murder this beat, so I will

He told me there are doubters who question my skill

They wanna put my style to the test, am I still

The best? They want the crown on my head, I said, "Chill

If you want me to murder this beat, then I will"

And I don't think that I can stop it (Here it comes)

I do my best to try to block it (Redrum)

I've been sipping on like, vodka (Head's numb)

I'm blacking out, you better watch it (It's bedlam)

• Artist:Eminem
• Album:ic to Be Murdered By