Lucifer - Eminem

The coup de grâce is the final shot

Right between the eyes

Also known (Haha) as the kill shot (People, yeah)

Something to stop the pain (Woo)

It feels so good to be bad

Alright, here we go, alright, I'ma start this, I got it

Before I get banned, kicked off Twitter

And TikTok 'cause they so damn ticked off, bitter

They want me to bounce (Like what?) like a fabric softener

We just got rid of Ye, go kick rocks with him (Ayy)

But Dre on beats with the white-faced blondie on the mic

Is like (What?) havin' Steady B and Cool C in the ride

Like we rap and did a little bank robbery on the side

So they want beef, we can make like Bonnie and collide

Haters can meet the same exact fate as my dad, wait

Least he didn't miss me graduate (Okay, yeah, great)

But, Mom, do I still act eight?

Uh, maybe a little, Debbie (What?) like a snack cake (Slut)

But if this is what he do to his mom

Imagine what he'd do to you, I'm a lunatic armed

And if it's you I use the clip on, for you to respond

Is ludicrous, ma, look at what your uterus spawned, Lucifer

Must be a cold day in Hell (Yeah)

Tell me, what have we done? (Woah)

Take me out my misery

I bought Heaven when it was up for sale

And now I need a refund, bae (Yeah, wait, what the fuck? Where'd I put my—)

I think someone messed with my meds probably (Yo, who took my—)

I bet it's my ex, Molly, that I've bludgeoned to death

Already severed the head, I smell the fresh scent of flesh rotting

So it's breakfast in bed if I wake up next to a dead body (Ah)

Multiple lacerations, contusions, abrasions, bruises

Hallucinations, delusions, abusive, my language usage

They lose it when Dre produced it, as soon as he plays the music

It's lunacy, treat the beat like a choice, Shady chews it

Now all I see is dollar signs, losers

Bitch, I was in them trenches like them Columbine shooters

I was down bad, broke, and almost abandoned hope (Now what?)

Now my followers are like a Satanic cult (What?)

Yeah, they listen to me like when Manson spoke (Shh)

They say I don't know struggle no more, that's a joke (Haha)

Bitch, the fuckin' elevator in my mansion's broke (See?)

I have to walk like half a block to get a can of Coke (Damn)

And Candace O, I ain't mad at her (Ah)

I ain't gon' throw the fact bitch forgot she was Black back at her

Laugh at her like them crackers she's backin' after her back is turned

In a cute MAGA hat with her brand-new White Lives Matter shirt (Haha, nope)

Or say this MAGA dirtbag in a skirt

Just opened the biggest can of worms on the whole planet Earth

Call her "Grand Wizard" (Yeah), "Klandace" (Haha), or "Grand Dragon," or

Like the national anthem, I won't stand for the tramp (Why?)

But I can't diss her 'cause my plans are to get in her pants and I'll blow my chance if I answer back to her

My shit is like taking Deborah Mathers at her word

Yeah, I'm that absurd, we had a spat, then afterwards

We squashed the beef like a hamburger patty, or should I say gigantic turd?

'Cause I put that shit to bed like Amber Heard at a Mattress Firm (Slut)

But if this is what he do to his mom (Pfft)

Imagine what he'd do to you (Pfft, ha), I'm a lunatic armed

And if it's you I use the clip on, for you to respond

Is ludicrous, ma, look at what your uterus spawned, Lucifer

This must be a cold day in Hell (Yeah)

Tell me, what have we done? (Woah)

Take me out my misery

I bought Heaven when it was up for sale

And now I need a refund, bae (Yeah)

So whether you friend or you are foe (Woah)

Far as bars go, even fuckin' retards know (Yeah)

That as far as smoke with me, I don't think it'd be smart, so (Woah)

Might as well go lookin' for smoke with Lamar, bro (Yeah, yeah)

But, Marshall

You're gettin' more perverse every time you record a verse and

It's like you came from 2000, stepped out a portal, cursin'

Hurlin' horrible slurs towards the world and

Why can't you make fun of people behind their backs like a normal person?

But when you reach these heights, freedom of speech dies (What?)

With every line that I recite, them PC police try

To throw me in jail with no bail like a peace prize

For all of them years (What?), they reduced me to tears (Yeah)

Tried to shrink me to pea-sized, only to see my (What?)

Self-esteem rise, now these are my replies (Mm)

They made me eat shit (Shit), I fed it back to 'em three times (Yeah)

Stepfather's the only (What?) one I ever been beat by (Ha)

Squeeze mics like Burmese pythons (Yeah), here's for each time (What?)

You sleep on the flow (What?), ho, you hear these strings climb (Yeah)

You reap what you sow (So what?), so first I must weave rhymes (Yeah)

So seamlessly, then I'ma leave eyes

In a state of disbelief, my

Genius is a trait, so the gap's in our genes, right? (Haha, the gap)

At least that's what it seems like

And I'm Lucifer and Dre's the producer for the antichrist