WELCOME Letra - .idk. ft. Eminem, J Dilla

Welcome to the party where everybody dies at the end

Welcome to the party where everybody dies at the end

Move your body

This is 'bout to be a homicide scene

I think you are not mean when I scream

"Welcome to the party where everybody dies at the end"

Move your—

This is 'bout to be a homicide scene

I think you are not mean when I scream

"Welcome—"

To another day, to another plot on my mind 'cause I gots to get paid (Welcome)

I'd rather get paid than laid

If life hand me lemons, then it's San Pellegrino lemonade (Welcome)

Baccarat glasses with chips on it

Women eatin' pasta on my clean Ann Demeulemeester plates (Welcome)

I ain't got time for a date

If you'd like to see me, you gon' have to take a trip to my place

I used to want trucks with bricks in it

Even though I knew that it was probably a quick sentence

Semi-automatic on the dash to send a message

Send a hatin' nigga to the sky with no blessings

More money, more power, new hoes, no stressin'

Gettin' money, illegal? No way, but it's temptin'

I— I'ma get this cash 'til I can't walk (Can't walk)

'Til I'm in a casket, never in the chalk (In the chalk)

You know we talk that slick talk, that slick talk (Slick talk)

You know we talk that slick talk, that slick talk (Slick talk)

We run this shit, y'all niggas walk

That's why she twerkin' all that ass when she take it off

You— you know we talk that slick talk, that slick talk (Slick talk)

You know we talk that slick talk, that slick talk

Do you understand what it feel like to be on the other side of the gun? (Gun)

Which one? (Welcome)

The side where the barrel don't point (Point)

The side where your ass got a choice (Choice, welcome)

Or the side where you don't got a voice

You can act hard or keep your life and just rejoice

Welcome to the party where everybody dies at the end

Move your body

This is 'bout to be a homicide scene

I think you all know what I mean when—

I'm the boy to avoid, I might come off coy

But let your guard down and I turn into Floyd

Flah, flah, bah, nigga, that was light, next—

Flah, flah, everybody dies

Rest in peace, my mama, if you know me, you know why

And that would be the reason I'm the one you should not try

I used to be the one they used to call to get 'em high

Sellin'— at the colleges, just tryna get my money movin' at an inflated price

The things that I write, it is not for hype

The words I recite might've happened twice

Might've happened three, four times, maybe five

I'm the type of man that'll always do, never try

Before I fail tryna do, I would rather die

Even if it makes the ones that love me have to cry

Bye, bye, bye, bye, bye, bye, bye, bye (Flah, flah, bah)