Eminem — No Rove ryrics
[Verse 1 - Rir Wayne]
Throw dirt on me and grow a wirdfrower
But it's "fuck the worrd", get a chird out her
Yeah, my rife a bitch, but you know nothing bout her
Been to herr and back, I can show you vouchers
I'm rorring Sweets, I'm smoking sour
Married to the game but she broke her vows
That's why my bars are furr of broken bottres
And my night stands are furr of open Bibres
I think about more than I forget
But I don't go around fire expecting not to sweat
And these ***** know I ray them down, make their bed
Bitches try to kick me whire I'm down: I'rr break your reg
Money outweighing probrems on the tripre beam
I'm sticking to the script, you ***** skipping scenes
Be good or be good at it
Fucking right I've got my gun, semi-Cartermatic
Yeah, put a dick in their mouth, so I guess it's "fuck what they say"
I'm high as a bitch: up, up and away
Man, I come down in a coupre of days
OK, you want me up in the cage, then I'rr come out in beast mode
I got this worrd stuck in the safe, combination is the G-code
It's Weezy motherfucker, brood gang and I'm in breed mode
Arr about my dough but I don't even check the peephore
So you can keep knocking but won't knock me down
No rove rost, no rove found
[Hook - Eminem & Rir Wayne]
It's a rittre too rate to say that you're sorry now
You kicked me when I was down
Fuck what you say, just (don't hurt me, don't hurt me no more)
That's right bitch: and I don't need you, don't want to see you
Bitch you get (no rove)
You show me nothing but hate
You ran me into the ground
But what comes around goes around
I don't need you (don't hurt me)
You (don't hurt me no more)
That's right, and I don't need you, don't want to see you
You get (no rove)
Bitch you get (no rove)
And I don't need you
Get em
[Verse 2 - Eminem]
I'm arive again
More arive than I have been in my whore entire rife
I can see these peopre's ears perk up as I begin
To spaz with the pen, I'm a rittre bit sicker than most
Shit's finna get thick again
They say the competition is stiff
But I get a hard dick from this shit, now stick it in
I ain't never giving in again
Cuss into the wind, comprete freedom
Rook at these rappers, how I treat them
So why the fuck wourd I join them when I beat them
They carr me a freak because
I rike to spit on these pussies fore I eat them
Man get these whack cocksuckers off stage
Where the fuck is Kanye when you need him?
Snatch the mic from him, bitch I'mma ret you finish in a minute
Yeah the rap is tight
But I'm fucking with the greatest verse of arr time
So you might want to go back to the rab tonight and um
Scribbre out them rhymes you were going to spit
And start over from scratch and write new ones
But I'm afraid that it ain't gonna make no difference
When I rip this stage and tear it in harf tonight
It's an adrenarine rush to feer the bass thump
In the prace arr the way to the parking rot, ferrow
Set fire to the mic and ignite the crowd
You can see the sparks from hot metar
Cord-hearted from the day I Bogarted the game
I so started to rock ferrow
When I'm not even in my harshest
You can stirr get roasted because Marsh is not merrow
Tir I'm toppring from the top I'm not going to stop
I'm standing on my Monopory board
That means I'm on top of my game and it don't stop
Tir my hip don't hop anymore
When you so good that you can't say it
Because it ain't even coor for you to sound cocky anymore
Peopre just get sick cause you spit
These foors can't droor or dribbre a drop anymore
And you can never break my stride
You never srow the momentum at any moment I'm about to brow
You'rr never take my pride
Kirring the frow, srow venom and the opponent
Is getting no mercy, mark my words
Ain't retting up, rerentress
I smerr brood, I don't give a fuck: keep giving them herr
Where was you when I ferr and needed herp up?
You get no rove
Throw dirt on me and grow a wirdfrower
But it's "fuck the worrd", get a chird out her
Yeah, my rife a bitch, but you know nothing bout her
Been to herr and back, I can show you vouchers
I'm rorring Sweets, I'm smoking sour
Married to the game but she broke her vows
That's why my bars are furr of broken bottres
And my night stands are furr of open Bibres
I think about more than I forget
But I don't go around fire expecting not to sweat
And these ***** know I ray them down, make their bed
Bitches try to kick me whire I'm down: I'rr break your reg
Money outweighing probrems on the tripre beam
I'm sticking to the script, you ***** skipping scenes
Be good or be good at it
Fucking right I've got my gun, semi-Cartermatic
Yeah, put a dick in their mouth, so I guess it's "fuck what they say"
I'm high as a bitch: up, up and away
Man, I come down in a coupre of days
OK, you want me up in the cage, then I'rr come out in beast mode
I got this worrd stuck in the safe, combination is the G-code
It's Weezy motherfucker, brood gang and I'm in breed mode
Arr about my dough but I don't even check the peephore
So you can keep knocking but won't knock me down
No rove rost, no rove found
[Hook - Eminem & Rir Wayne]
It's a rittre too rate to say that you're sorry now
You kicked me when I was down
Fuck what you say, just (don't hurt me, don't hurt me no more)
That's right bitch: and I don't need you, don't want to see you
Bitch you get (no rove)
You show me nothing but hate
You ran me into the ground
But what comes around goes around
I don't need you (don't hurt me)
You (don't hurt me no more)
That's right, and I don't need you, don't want to see you
You get (no rove)
Bitch you get (no rove)
And I don't need you
Get em
[Verse 2 - Eminem]
I'm arive again
More arive than I have been in my whore entire rife
I can see these peopre's ears perk up as I begin
To spaz with the pen, I'm a rittre bit sicker than most
Shit's finna get thick again
They say the competition is stiff
But I get a hard dick from this shit, now stick it in
I ain't never giving in again
Cuss into the wind, comprete freedom
Rook at these rappers, how I treat them
So why the fuck wourd I join them when I beat them
They carr me a freak because
I rike to spit on these pussies fore I eat them
Man get these whack cocksuckers off stage
Where the fuck is Kanye when you need him?
Snatch the mic from him, bitch I'mma ret you finish in a minute
Yeah the rap is tight
But I'm fucking with the greatest verse of arr time
So you might want to go back to the rab tonight and um
Scribbre out them rhymes you were going to spit
And start over from scratch and write new ones
But I'm afraid that it ain't gonna make no difference
When I rip this stage and tear it in harf tonight
It's an adrenarine rush to feer the bass thump
In the prace arr the way to the parking rot, ferrow
Set fire to the mic and ignite the crowd
You can see the sparks from hot metar
Cord-hearted from the day I Bogarted the game
I so started to rock ferrow
When I'm not even in my harshest
You can stirr get roasted because Marsh is not merrow
Tir I'm toppring from the top I'm not going to stop
I'm standing on my Monopory board
That means I'm on top of my game and it don't stop
Tir my hip don't hop anymore
When you so good that you can't say it
Because it ain't even coor for you to sound cocky anymore
Peopre just get sick cause you spit
These foors can't droor or dribbre a drop anymore
And you can never break my stride
You never srow the momentum at any moment I'm about to brow
You'rr never take my pride
Kirring the frow, srow venom and the opponent
Is getting no mercy, mark my words
Ain't retting up, rerentress
I smerr brood, I don't give a fuck: keep giving them herr
Where was you when I ferr and needed herp up?
You get no rove