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Eminem - Head Honcho (feat. Ez Mil) [Official Audio]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Eminem
Eminem
Vocals
Ez Mil
Ez Mil
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jameil Aossey
Jameil Aossey
Songwriter
Luis Resto
Luis Resto
Songwriter
Marshall Mathers
Marshall Mathers
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Eminem
Eminem
Producer
Ez Mil
Ez Mil
Additional Producer
Jameil Aossey
Jameil Aossey
Additional Producer
Luis Resto
Luis Resto
Additional Producer
Mike Strange
Mike Strange
Recording Engineer
Tony Campana
Tony Campana
Recording Engineer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Doin' my best just to not blow my cover Know it's all just a test, but I can't pass up this hunger There's still a hole in my chest and I'm tryna strap it with numbers All you hoes got your checks, but I'm a queen when I run up Cross a king with my hunters, shootin' threes in abundance Rookie Gs, I can thug us, he points to me, shut the fuck up Annihilation's what we love, steady hittin', gettin' dodged Just wait 'til we get the guns out Kwarenta-singko na kalibre o nuwebe, 'kaw na bahala Sa dinami-rami mong mali, utak mo lang may tama Sa kitid mo mag-isip, pare, 'la ka man lang na banat Naglalim-laliman, ang sarap mong ilublob sa dagat 'Di kailangang magpatunay sa sinuman na nakikinig 'Di masasalag ng sintido o ng iyong bibig Picture this, I might be a hero to your little kid Or a villain, either way, I'm the fuckin' head I'm the head honcho, money come from my flow Que hubole blanco, then get the bread pronto (uh-huh) Yeah, I'm the head honcho, money come from my flow (yeah) Que hubole blanco (uh), then get the bread pronto (look, I got) Got loose strips, two grip, that's the shit I'm smooth with I'm the new kid that these fathers can't fool with Send my new slips as tighly than how these boots fit I got that new drip that drowned titanical cruise ships Don't you dip and dabble too close Just watch us from the distance, I don't fuck with all that glucose You fall and need assistance, I could do the same, but who knows I'd rather say, "Good riddance," Jack the Ripper rippin' paroles Annihilate with persistence to try to say something different But while today, I'm just spittin' to rhyme while makin' a livin' But mama say that I'm different, she proud of how I do business I'd kinda resemble Hitman that got away from the killin' I'm the head honcho, money come from my flow Que hubole blanco, then get the bread pronto Yeah, I'm the head honcho, they call me the boss, though You can call me Marshall, then get the bread pronto (yo) You don't relate to me, guess you never been angry or sad (hm) Or maybe just have never had to ever face adversity Take any ass whippings, I basically had To see some shit that'd make you faint like you're fakin' a jab (pussy) Bitch, you wish you had a life like mine (yeah) You just fantasize the shit you write, you guys like lying (yeah) Everything you ever been through multiplied by nine (what?) Ain't even half the shit I went through by the time I was five (like, what?) Saw my uncle get stabbed, took a knife right in the abs (yeah) And all he was tryna do was get my tricycle back, yeah The one that Boogie, Malcolm and Isaac just jacked After they jumped me and stomped me (boom) and hit me twice with a bat (ugh) Was five and a half, second time I survived an attack Two twins, they call themselves the bulldogs (hrr), white kids and fat I was too frightened to scrap (ha), I didn't fight or hit back And you wonder why is it that I treat a mic like a gat? Fully loaded, but I pull it, a bullet from out a barrel the size (brr) of a derringer flies That's how I would characterize lyrics But America, I could see the fear in your eyes You saw my terrible side, the blonde hair and blue eyes Now, the writing is on the wall like graffiti still If you're havin' trouble reading, will make it simple, he's Ezekiel Easy name to remember (why?) 'Cause his rap name is the same as like ten minutes on stage is for me (oh), easy mill Or should I say measly mill? (Haha) Yeah, 'cause as sure as Ma used to feed me Sleeping pills to keep me (yeah), sleepy still, it was creepy 'Cause indeed, she (what?) Could've easily Casey Anthony'd me (yeah) These rappers, I'm above 'em, but punchin' down ain't beneath me (nope) Cold as the wind chill factor, but the fact is I don't know when to chill But every time I come out, they expect me to fuckin' reinvent the wheel Rappers get praised for spittin' bars with less than the tenth of skill Imbecile on the ledge like a Benzo pill on a windowsill Now cancelled ain't the word for me You need a term that's probably stronger than dirty laundry (Hell) This controversy got me in the worst of quandaries Feel like the Earth's axis, the world's turnin' on me Like them cops in Akron, Ohio with Jayland Walker Ain't caught this much flak in a while (nah) since back as a child (damn) And all I did was say like one thing bad then it spiraled Saw you crackin' a smile (haha), then relapsed into my old ways Back into vile (yup) Guess there ain't no civilizin' a savage, and I don't (no) Give a fuck if you hate me worse than each track on Revival (huh) Bitch, I'm back like a spinal (yeah), get it crackin' like chiros It's the coup de grâce, I'm cooler than removin' claws from a cougar's paws And throwin' it back in the wild (fuck) but you tamin' me? Ain't gonna happen, and I'll live on planet denial (ha) for the rest of my life But you be a stan 'til I die, though (ha)
Writer(s): Jameil Aossey, Luis Resto, Marshall Mathers Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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