GoToSleep

Go To Sleep (Album Version|Explicit) - Eminem (埃米纳姆)/DMX/Obie Trice

Written by：Obie Trice/Marshall Mathers/Luis Resto/Earl Simmons/Shatek King

I ain't gonna eat I ain't gonna sleep

Ain't gonna breathe 'til I see what I wanna see

And what I wanna see is you go to sleep in the dirt

Permanently you're just being hurt

This ain't gonna work for me it just wouldn't be

Sufficient enough 'cause we are just gonna be

Enemies as long as we breathe I don't ever see

Either of us comin' to terms where we can agree

There ain't gonna be no reasonin' speakin' with me

You speak on my seed then me no speak a Inglés

So we gonna beef and keep on beefin' unless

You're gonna agree to meet with me in the flesh

And settle this face to face and you're gonna see

A demon unleashed in me that you've never seen

And you're gonna see this gangster pee on himself

I see you D12 and thanks but me need no help

Me do this one all by my lonely

I don't need fifteen of my homies

When I see you I'm seein' you me and you only

We never met but best believe you gon' know me

When I'm this close to see you exposed as phony

Come on b**ch show me pick me up throw me

Lift me up hold me just like you told me

You was gonna do that's what I thought you're pitiful

I'm rid of you all of you Ja you'll get it too

Hook Eminem

Now go to sleep b**ch die motherf**ker die

Ugh time's up b**ch close your eyes

Go to sleep b**ch why are you still alive

How many times I gotta say close your eyes

And go to sleep b**ch die motherf**ker die

Bye bye motherf**ker bye bye

Go to sleep b**ch why are you still alive

Why die motherf**ker Ah ah ah

We got you n**gas nervous on purpose

To hurt your focus you's not MC's

You's worthless you's not them G's

You's a circus you's no appeal please

You's curtains you use words Kool Herc slurred

In two thousand third you's perpin'

You's no threat who's you servin'

When lyrically oughta bury you beneath the dirt when

You f**k with a label overseein' the Earth

Shady mothaf**ka O Trice's birth

And as I mold I become more cursed

So we can put down the verse take it to the turf

Cock and squeeze and he who reach the hearse

Is he who depicts fiction in his verse

And as I breathe and you be deceased

The world believe you deceived just to speak

You's not the streets you's the desk

Use not your chest n**ga use a vest

Before tools choose your rest you chose death

Six feet deep n**ga that's the depth

Now go to sleep b**ch die motherf**ker die

Ugh time's up b**ch close your eyes

Go to sleep b**ch why are you still alive

How many times I gotta say close your eyes