Lucifer

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)

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

[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 ****? Where the **** 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 ****in' 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)

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 ****in' 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