Correction Lyrics Monster Starfight by Eminem

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Sixteen years old and completely unstoppable
I can't be dropped so I'm considered undroppable
Step my way and you must be insane
Don't come near me if you don't like pain
Suckers keep talkin' and I just about had it
This is my game and I'm the best at it
I write the rules and I'm the best in my division
I win by a knockout, never decision
Don't even try it punk, just forget to wish
Unless you like to eat fish and don't f**k with this
Silly suckers talkin' trash is one thing I can't stand
You wanna talk trash, go be a garbage man
So I treat you like garbage, throw your ass away
So you bettеr start breaking out before you gеt taken out
My rhymes are like food because you'll always need it
But, yo, you wanna bite it punk? I'll make you eat it

Any emcee that wanna be like me
Stop wishing then come back to reality
You don't have what it takes, too many mistakes
I'm sorry to tell you but those are the breaks
With the brains of a scientist and the rhymes of a poet
Don't tell me that I'm good because I already know it
Never has there been someone with this much potential
Always pack a mic because it's simply essential
Using the microphone as a murderous weapon
Put it to my mouth and all the suckers are steppin'
Don't try to play me out, because I'm not a game
Now that I'm on the scene, things are gonna change
Don't ask me to battle if we have what you're losin'
Don't pick up a mic if you don't know how to use it
The mic is not a toy, and I'm not a little boy
If you're thinkin' 'bout laughin' remember
I'm the one employed
This is not a band and we're not a bunch of singers
It's Emcee Double M and DJ Butterfingers
Now because of his name, that don't mean he slips
Two is called a duo and this song is called a hit
Now just because I'm good that don't mean I'm conceited
If that's the impression you got, I'm sorry you were misleaded
Whenever there's a battle, naturally I win it
It don't take but a minute 'til the sucker falls in it
All it takes is once for you to step to me and
Now you better pick what hospital you're gonna be in
But that's not the point, what the point I'm tryna make is
You talk behind my back and that's where your mistake is
But this song is not about you, ain't what I'm tryna say
Talkin' 'bout myself is a better subject anyway
But now it's time to say peace, we stated the facts
Double M, Butterfingers, the New Jacks

It is not about lyrics anymore
It’s about a hot beat and a catchy hook

If we gotta dumb down our style and A-B-C it
Then so be it, ‘cause nowadays, these kids just
Don’t give a sh*t 'bout lyrics
All they wanna hear is a beat, and that's it
Long as they can go to the club and get blitzed
Pick up some chicks and get some digits
And the DJ's playing them hits
"Oh, this my jam! This my sh*t!
We don't know a word to a verse, all we know is the chorus
‘Cause the chorus repeats the same four words for us
And the song's ginormous, the whole formula’s switched
‘Cause we don’t know anymore what are hits"
Is it the beat? Is it the rap?
Is it a finger snap or the same 808 clap?
And how do we adapt and get TRL votes
When thirteen-year-olds control the remotes?
And Ashlee's got a brand new nose
We gotta put some new em-pha-sis on our syl-la-la-bles
Ay, sounwave turn this sh*t up n***a!
Turn this sh*t up, sounwave turn this sh*t up n***a!

Tell me who the b*t*h n***a hatin' on me?
Jumpin' on my d**k but this d**k ain't free
To Pimp A Butterfly another classic cd
Ghetto lullaby for everyone they MC
Blow blow blow blow blow
n***a now R.I.P, my diligence is only meant to write your eulogy

Have you ever been punched in your motherf**kin' face?
What you say? Oh, you haven't? Alright, wait, b*t*h

I want the fade (I want the fade)
Give me my fade, I want the fade
I need the fade, I need my-
We gotta fade
Give me my fade (Fade)
We gotta fade (Fade)
Give me my fade, I want the fade
I, I need the fade, fade
Run me my fade, fade
I can't please everybody, not even me
I wanna please God, but my issues too deep
Bless up, gotta change my number every week
Enemigo, I got 'em hot, I got 'em greased
Shut the f**k up, can't you see my daughter sleep?
Shut the f**k up
Servin' up a look, dancin' in the drought
"Hello" to the rain man, never losin' count
Ventin' in the safe house, ventin' in the safe house

Can I vent all of my truth? I got nothin' to lose
I got problems in pools, I can swim in my faith
Cameras movin', whenever I'm movin'
The family suin' whatever I make
Murder his stackin', the president actin'
The government taxin' my funds in the bank
Homies attracting the feds when I'm brackin'
Look at my reaction, my pupils on skates (Woah, woah)
Everything jaded (Jaded)
Team on "Go", let's get it (Get it)
Green gon' grow like veggie (Veggie)
Casino on my debit (Debit)
f**k your rhetoric, f**k your leverage
Chain no evidence, pass go, motherf**k Confederate
Flags on the back of the medicine
Distributed and peddled in ghettos and
f**k your heritage, f**k your brainwash
Detergent, internet urgent
Time travel in purges, every man and virgin
f**k chatterin' sermons
f**k your church propaganda, only God know the answer
We oblige in the cope of state of manic camouflage
Like a sheep so we slide through the cancer, lies and deceit
Vibe like a Phantom, dodgin' police and paramedic retreats
Wanna f**k y'all up for tellin' me "Your life was the one I want"
Been sellin' me concepts ever since I swung
From out of the pro tongue, dedicated myself for recreation
I rest my case, won

Servin' up a look, dancin' in the drought
"Hello" to the rain man, never losin' count
Ventin' in the safe house, ventin' in the safe house
Servin' up a look, dancin' in the drought
"Hello" to the rain man, never losin' count
Ventin' in the safe house, ventin' in the safe house

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