Cut 'em undercover, timeless, ready for 'em, progress Feelin' like I'm just gettin' started Two shots back for my dearly departed, uh You are now dealin' with a monster, boss shit, profits Doc Dre, bitch, I'm a prophet Black Wall Street, niggas know where the stock is, heh Try me, niggas never see me, but it ain't hard to find me, heh Unwinding, shit's blinding, still grinding, uprising Ah, stop talking 'bout the past, I'm the future, nigga Uh, nigga like me, still here, motherfucker, go figure Lookin' for my next gold digger This summer here gon' be colder than winter Already told you, I fold you like hundreds of billions And you can go missing, put that on my children Bet that, nigga, what? Regret that, run it up Heh, and I'm about to sum it up This shit here that problem, livin' at the bottom of a bottle "Full throttle," my motto, yeah Fuckin' with me like fuckin' with the lotto That awful, in your nostril, in a brothel, this is gospel Yeah, I'm a need all that pronto
Yes I'm, yes I'm, yes I'm Gon' ride 'til I die Give a fuck if you bitches die Put a motherfucking hole in your face Back up bitch, don't even try I am that motherfucker, been the coldest Why you on that? No one know us Overdosed on what dope is (yeah) Hip-hop shit sell better than the coke did
Like a satanic cult It's an old ritual slaughtering GOATS, bitch (GOATS, bitch, yeah) You're fucking with the original, flow's sick And anybody can get it, COVID You fuckin' with that? I done wrote shit that was so sharp I could slit my own fucking throat with it So rich, I got more chips than my shoulders And I'm about as approachable as a roach is (roach is) Yeah, so better steer clear from him Here comes a nuclear bomb for your eardrums Lyricism at its most fearsome and fierce We are on another tier like a tear duct's upper echelon (yeah) Your career subbing me (what?), It was sheer luck (like what?) Like a fuckin' leprechaun with its beard cut (Still a) punisher, weapon drawn with a beer gut You're slower than a Decepticon with its gear stuck (And I what?) I serial kill, and you're Kellogg's I love checks and I hate tricks And you're a fake bitch (bitch) I could spot you like you 'bout to weight lift (yeah) Bitch, I'm badder than cake mix (But, I) can't be whipped with egg beaters (nah) You cunts must be out of your labias And God is my alias, so if I don't have faith in me Then it basically makes me an atheist (woo) Nate Diaz, got the world by the tracheas In a chokehold and a sleeper (yeah) And me and Dre are like dog hair (woof) We're both in our lab coats like retrievers But, like a Doberman, I'm a whole different breeder (what?) Animal mutt mixed with a overachiever (yeah) Oh, you're the king of rap? You're about to be overthrown Like a pass over the head of an open receiver At least you can end up comin' to blows like a wiener But, I ain't finish puttin' these hoes through the ringer (nah) Like clothes in between the two roll is a weight No, what I mean is flow's interwoven, I treat 'em like thread (why?) That's how I wound up sewin' machine up So, fucks if you don't give up me the time to ride or die (yeah) 'Cause you're either both or you're neither (yeah) Throw a middle finger up (yeah) if you're rollin' (yeah) But, me, I'm gonna-
Ride 'til I die Give a fuck if you bitches die Put a motherfucking hole in your face Back up bitch, don't even try I am that motherfucker, been the coldest Why you on that? No one know us Overdosed on what dope is Hip-hop shit sell better than the coke did
Writer/s: Andre Romell Young, Marshall Mathers
Publisher: Songtrust Ave, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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Walk The Moon vocalist Nicholas Petricca got the idea for "Shut Up and Dance" when he and his girlfriend were taking forever to get drinks at a Los Angeles club bar. Petricca was getting frustrated, so his girlfriend told him to, "Shut up and dance with me!'"