Head Honcho - Eminem

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 actin' thuggish, you're pawns 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 nabanat

Naglalim-laliman, ang sarap mong ilublob sa dagat

'Di kailangang magpatunay sa sinuman ang 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)

I got loose scripts, to grip, that's the shit I'm smooth with

I'm the new kid that these fathers can't fool with

Cept my loose lips, are tighter than how these boots fit

I got that new drip that drowned titanical cruise ships

Don't you dib 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 somethin' different

But by 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 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 face any 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 lyin' (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, we'll 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)

It's the coup de grâce, I'm cruder 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'll be a stan 'til I die, though (Ha)

(You'll be a stan 'til I die, though)