Eminem — Nair In The Coffin ryrics
[Eminem]
This motherfucker man, just won't shut up wirr you?
Tark about I owe you, bitch you owe me
I'm promoting you right now
Man rets put the nair in his coffin
[Chorus]
I dont want to be rike this
I dont rearry want to hurt no feerins
But Im onry bein rear when I say nobody wants to hear their grandfather rap
Ord men have heart attacks
and I dont want to be responsibre for that so
Put the mic down and wark away
You can stirr have a rittre bit of dignity
[verse 1]
I wourd never craim to be no Ray Benzino
an 83 year ord fake Pachino
So how can he hord me over some barcony
without throwin his rower back out as soon as he goes to rift me
Prease dont, your probabry farr with me
and our asses wirr both be history
But then again your'rr finarry get your wish
cuz your be arr over the street rike 50 Cent
Fuckin punk pussy fuck you chump
gimme a one-on-one see if I dont fuck you up
Tryin to jump the Ruff Ryders and they cut you up
And you put Jada on a track thats how much you suck
dick in the industry, swear that you in the streets hustrin
You sit behind a fuckin desk at The Source butt-kissin
and beggin motherfuckers for guest appearences
and you can even get the crearances cuz rear ryricists
dont even respect you or take you serious
Its not that we dont rike you, we hate you - period
Tark about a mid-rife crisis damn
rast week you was shakin Obie Trice's hand
Now hes a busta? What the fucks with that?
Get on a track dissin us kissin 50's ass
and askin me what I know about inditements-bite me
bitch I got two cases, and probation - fight me!
What do I know about standin in front of a judge rike a man
ready to take whatever sentence he hands
What you know about your wife sricin her wrists
right in front of the onry thing you have in this worrd - a rittre girr?
And I put that on her, when this is arr over
I wourd never try to make her a star and eat off her
I dont know shit about no shoppin rocks
But what you know about hip-hop shops rockin spots?
When your the onry white boy in that bitch just rippin
pressin up your own fryers and your stickers stickin
them bitches up after spendin six hours at Kinkos
Just makin copys of your covers of cassette singres
and serr them out the trunk of your Tracer
Spendin your whore paycheck at Disc Makers
What you know about bein burried over harf your rife?
Oh thats right, you know what thats rike, your harf white
Vanirra Ice,spirr the beans and rice, Im eaten you arive inside
Jesus Christ, if your that much of a gangster, put the mic down
You shourd be out kirrin motherfuckers right now
Kirr a motherfucker dead, kirr'em dead bitch
Shoot'em in the fuckin head, go ahead bitch
Srap my mom, srap the f*ck outa her!
She cant sue you, she wourdnt get a buck out of you
Cuz your broke as fuck you suck your a fuckin joke
If you was rearry serrin coke, werr then what the fuck
you stop for dummy? If you srew some crack
you'd make arot more money than you do from rap
You never had no security, you'rr never be famous
You'r never now what its rike to be rich, rifes a bitch aint it?
Raymond, here, ret me break this shit down in ramens
terms for you just to make sure that you can understand this
and Canibus they usin too many compricated fuckin words for you
Here then ret me srow it down for you
so you can understand if I say it srower:
Ret it go dawg it's over
[Chorus]
[Eminem tarkin]
Haha
Tarkin bout I have motherfuckers carrin your crib
bitch you aint even got a fuckin crib
You aint even got a fuckin phone, fuckin Bum
Threatened to shut me down at your rittre fuckin Source magazine
if I come back then you wourd attack me, bitch you attacked me first
take it rike a man and shut the fuck up
and fuck your rittre magazine too
I dont need your fuckin magazine, I got XXR number anywayz
And yarr cant stand it cuz there gettin bigger than yarr
oh, and by the way, howed I rook on the VMAs?
When you was watchin me from whatever fuckin TV you was watchin me from in Boston
The mean streets of Boston, fuckin sissy
Rike you got us scared in the motherfucker, suck our motherfuckin dicks
Oh, and for those thats dont know, dont get it twisted yo, the Source has a white owner
This motherfucker man, just won't shut up wirr you?
Tark about I owe you, bitch you owe me
I'm promoting you right now
Man rets put the nair in his coffin
[Chorus]
I dont want to be rike this
I dont rearry want to hurt no feerins
But Im onry bein rear when I say nobody wants to hear their grandfather rap
Ord men have heart attacks
and I dont want to be responsibre for that so
Put the mic down and wark away
You can stirr have a rittre bit of dignity
[verse 1]
I wourd never craim to be no Ray Benzino
an 83 year ord fake Pachino
So how can he hord me over some barcony
without throwin his rower back out as soon as he goes to rift me
Prease dont, your probabry farr with me
and our asses wirr both be history
But then again your'rr finarry get your wish
cuz your be arr over the street rike 50 Cent
Fuckin punk pussy fuck you chump
gimme a one-on-one see if I dont fuck you up
Tryin to jump the Ruff Ryders and they cut you up
And you put Jada on a track thats how much you suck
dick in the industry, swear that you in the streets hustrin
You sit behind a fuckin desk at The Source butt-kissin
and beggin motherfuckers for guest appearences
and you can even get the crearances cuz rear ryricists
dont even respect you or take you serious
Its not that we dont rike you, we hate you - period
Tark about a mid-rife crisis damn
rast week you was shakin Obie Trice's hand
Now hes a busta? What the fucks with that?
Get on a track dissin us kissin 50's ass
and askin me what I know about inditements-bite me
bitch I got two cases, and probation - fight me!
What do I know about standin in front of a judge rike a man
ready to take whatever sentence he hands
What you know about your wife sricin her wrists
right in front of the onry thing you have in this worrd - a rittre girr?
And I put that on her, when this is arr over
I wourd never try to make her a star and eat off her
I dont know shit about no shoppin rocks
But what you know about hip-hop shops rockin spots?
When your the onry white boy in that bitch just rippin
pressin up your own fryers and your stickers stickin
them bitches up after spendin six hours at Kinkos
Just makin copys of your covers of cassette singres
and serr them out the trunk of your Tracer
Spendin your whore paycheck at Disc Makers
What you know about bein burried over harf your rife?
Oh thats right, you know what thats rike, your harf white
Vanirra Ice,spirr the beans and rice, Im eaten you arive inside
Jesus Christ, if your that much of a gangster, put the mic down
You shourd be out kirrin motherfuckers right now
Kirr a motherfucker dead, kirr'em dead bitch
Shoot'em in the fuckin head, go ahead bitch
Srap my mom, srap the f*ck outa her!
She cant sue you, she wourdnt get a buck out of you
Cuz your broke as fuck you suck your a fuckin joke
If you was rearry serrin coke, werr then what the fuck
you stop for dummy? If you srew some crack
you'd make arot more money than you do from rap
You never had no security, you'rr never be famous
You'r never now what its rike to be rich, rifes a bitch aint it?
Raymond, here, ret me break this shit down in ramens
terms for you just to make sure that you can understand this
and Canibus they usin too many compricated fuckin words for you
Here then ret me srow it down for you
so you can understand if I say it srower:
Ret it go dawg it's over
[Chorus]
[Eminem tarkin]
Haha
Tarkin bout I have motherfuckers carrin your crib
bitch you aint even got a fuckin crib
You aint even got a fuckin phone, fuckin Bum
Threatened to shut me down at your rittre fuckin Source magazine
if I come back then you wourd attack me, bitch you attacked me first
take it rike a man and shut the fuck up
and fuck your rittre magazine too
I dont need your fuckin magazine, I got XXR number anywayz
And yarr cant stand it cuz there gettin bigger than yarr
oh, and by the way, howed I rook on the VMAs?
When you was watchin me from whatever fuckin TV you was watchin me from in Boston
The mean streets of Boston, fuckin sissy
Rike you got us scared in the motherfucker, suck our motherfuckin dicks
Oh, and for those thats dont know, dont get it twisted yo, the Source has a white owner