TheRinger

The Ringer (Explicit) - Eminem

Producer：illadaproducer/Ronny J/Eminem

I'm just gonna write down

My first thoughts see where this takes me

Cause I feel like I wanna punch the world in the f**kin' face right now

Let me explain just how to make greatness

Straight out the gate I'm 'bout to break it down

Ain't no mistakes allowed but make no mistake I'm 'bout

To R**e the alphabet I may raise some brows

If I press the issue just to get the anger out

Full magazine could take Staples out

Savage but ain't thinking 'bout no bank account

But b**ch I'm off the chain like Kala Brown

Motherf**ker shut the f**k up when I'm talkin' lil' b**ch

I'm sorry wait what's your talent

Oh critiquin'

My talent

Oh b**ch I don't know who the f**k y'all are

To give a sub-par bar

Even have an opinion if you you mention me

Millions of views attention in news

I mention you lose lose for me win win for you

Billions of views your ten cents are two

Skim through the music to give a sh*t reviews

To get clicks but b**ch you just lit the fuse

Don't get misconstrued business as us

Sh*t-list renewed so get sh*t to do

Or get dissed

'Cause I don't get what the f**k half the sh*t

Is that you're listening to

Do you have any idea how much I hate this choppy flow

Everyone copies though probably no

Get this f**kin' audio out my Audi yo adiós

I can see why people like Lil Yachty but not me though

Not even dissin' it just ain't for me

All I am simply is just an MC

Maybe "Stan" just isn't your cup of tea

Maybe your cup's full of syrup and lean

Maybe I need to stir up sh*t preferably shake the world up

If it were up to me

Paul wants me to chill y'all want me to ill

I should eat a pill probably I will

Old me k**l the new me watch him bleed to death

I breathe on the mirror I don't see my breath

Possibly I'm dead I must be possessed

Like an evil spell I'm E-V-I-L evil spelled

Jam a Crest whitestrip in the tip of my d**k with an ice pick

Stick it in a vice grip hang it on a spike fence

Bang it like a pipe bench

While I take my ballsack and flick it like a light switch

Like vice-president Mike Pence

Back up on my sh*t in a sidekick

As I lay it on a spike strip

This are things that I'd rather do than hear you on a mic

Since nine tenths of your rhyme is about ice and

Jesus Christ man how many times is

Someone gonna f**k on my b**ch

F**k my side c**ck

You won't never see Em icy but as cold as I get on the MIC

I polarize sh*t so the Thames might freeze