Don't Front (Explicit) - Eminem (埃米纳姆)/Buckshot

Lyrics by：Marshall Mathers/K. Blake/K Lewis/B. Kolatalo

Composed by：Marshall Mathers/K. Blake/K Lewis/B. Kolatalo

Produced by：Katalyst

Used to get bent now I represent to the fullest

Pencil is full of insolent bullets

I'm like a Doberman Pinscher Pitbull and a Rott'

Mixed with a toxic the plot begins to thicken

I begin to spittin' like vintage Pac

Demented demonic sinister

Ever since the Doc' replenished me

The day he gave me that shot when I was just about to quit

So to not see him with me would be a shockin' image

And I'm the definition of what a concrete chin is

'Cause no matter how many times you sock me in it

And knock me to the canvas even the boxin' critics

Know that if I get off to a rocky start

I'll always have a Rocky finish

Eat me broccoli spinach cocky

Nope

But I hope I offended you when I told ya how d**e I am at

This and put emphasis on the "d**e"

So when names come up

In that conversation of who's the d**est

Better throw mine in it

And don't mind me while I remind you of the flow

You won't find anywhere

When it fires and I unload my pen explodes

'Til there's no rhymes in it reload in no time

Let insults fly every sixty seconds that go by

So you know I meant it

In school I was so shy timid

Two pairs of jeans I'd alternate bummy clothes I 'member

Beggin' my mom for K-Mart MacGregors

'Cause those were new St. Vincent de Paul

Those Pony's were used and no size fitted

But kissed them old days adiós I did it

They said I was a gimmick

Now I'm the one that those guys mimic

Now you ******* don't wanna go startin' no argument

'Cause you know I'll win it

Name a flow that's more authentic and don't front

Don't front you know I got you open kid

Don't front you know I got you open kid

Don't front you know I got you open kid

Don't front you know I got you open kid

Don't front you know I got you open word

Don't front you know I got you open kid

Don't front you know I got you open kid

Don't front you know I got you open kid

Yo why you frontin'

You know I got you open kid

Rest in peace to Big Proof

You was a beast you lyrically mirrored me

Molded my flow off of you your spirit's flowin' through me

I love you Doody without you I feel so incomplete

I'm no king no need for rose petals to be thrown at my feet

I'm a thorn in your side get thrown into a throne

Better watch the ******* tone that you speak

Feel like I'm in the zone I'm in a whole different league

On my ************* own it's just me

No opponents can compete

And I've never been known to retreat

From beef be beat follow trends or wallow in defeat

I'm still hungry as **** but can't even say "Bon appétit"

'Cause I don't know what to eat

******* microphone or the beat

***** nobody's mind works like mine

It's nose to the grindstone time holmes your mind's blown

'Cause I rhyme like I'm still tryna get signed

Up in the Ebony Show-case

With Denaun screamin' "Who the **** passed you the mic"

Never asked you to like my **** from the get

I'd rather ask you to wipe my a*s *****

You had you a nice run now take a hike

I ever meet my match I'ma strike that ***** first

'Cause on the mic I gotta represent the real rappers

The real rappers get their ************ skills crackin'

Word to Buckshot and Dru-Ha why the **** not

You don't like it

Suck a cock almost forgot

Before I signed with the Doc I almost signed with Duck Down

'Cause Rawkus didn't make no offers so ********* Loud

They jerked me around so what's up now

Wow how much of an a*shole would I sound like

Rubbin' it in and holdin' some grudge now

But don't front

Don't front you know I got you open kid

Don't front you know I got you open kid

Don't front you know I got you open kid

Don't front you know I got you open kid

Don't front you know I got you open word

Don't front you know I got you open kid

Don't front you know I got you open kid

Don't front you know I got you open kid

Yo why you frontin'

You know I got you open kid

Late at night used to catch a buzz couldn't write

Now I write the type of **** to make you wipe

But wear diapers 'cause you might leave a streak

I'm on a streak windshield wipers couldn't wipe

It's hard to decipher what cypher I might jump in tonight

'Cause I'm hyper or somethin'

Needin' someone or somethin' is lightin'

This fire under me it's breathin' new life

It's like I already died once

I guess some people only live twice and it's funny

My days of being broke were so long ago

I lost all concept of money

But you dimes won't get a ******* nickle from me

Oh **** I'm down on one knee

I'm havin' a stroke of genius Elizabeth I'm comin' to you honey

From boy to man

And still make a w***e moan like a thyroid gland

I'm in another category man

Don't group me up with them pop stars

I never needed a pat on the back to get at a boy band

No offense

Yes offense

Precedents has been set that'll never get met

Middle finger pressed against Moby's nose

Shouts to Obie the curtains closed on my show

But never forget that I'm the one you thought wouldn't make it

You can't take it oh

Got a whole generation of rappers comin' up

That are nutty with the flow but convince me you've heard

An MC since me who's as good with the ******* mincing of words

Without mincing words that'll make you feel like I'm pinching a nerve

Who's as mentally disturbed

You might as well stick a knife in me and turn

It'll be like my skin bein' Indian burned hah

***** there isn't one when will you learn

Never been served if memory serves

I'd battle that 'til my own recollection remembers these words

You know I got you open kid

Don't front

Don't stop frontin'

You know I got you open Word Life