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Gospel - Dr. Dre/Eminem
Eminem/Dr. Dre：
Yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
What
Uh
What
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Dre you ready
Woo woo woo woo
C'mon
Alright
Check check check check check
Get 'em
Dr. Dre：
Cut 'em undercover timeless ready for 'em progress
Feelin' like I'm just gettin' started
Two shots back for my dearly departed
Uh you are now dealin' with a monster boss s**t profits
Doc Dre b***h I'm a prophet
Black Wall Street n***as know where the stock is
Heh try me n***as never see me but it ain't hard to find me
Heh unwinding s**t's blinding still grinding
Up rising ah stop talking 'bout the past I'm the future n***a
Ah n***a like me still here motherf**ker go figure
Lookin' for my next gold digger
This summer here gon' be colder than winter
Already told you I fold you like hundreds of billions
And you can go missing put that on my children
Bet that n***a what
Regret that run it up
Heh and I'm about to sum it up
This s**t here that problem livin' at the bottom of a bottle
'Full throttle' my motto ehh
F**kin' with me like f**kin' with the lotto
That awful in your nostril in a brothel this is gospel
Yeah I'ma need all that pronto
The D.O.C./Dr. Dre/Eminem：
Yes I yes I yes I ride 'til I die
Give a f**k if you b***hes die
Put a motherf**king hole in your face
Back up b***h don't even try
I am that motherf**ker been the coldest
Why you on that no one know us
Overdosed on what d**e is
Yeah
Hip-hop s**t sell better than the coke did
Eminem：
Like a satanic cult
It's an old ritual slaughtering GOATS b***h
GOATS b***h yeah
You're f**king with the original flow's sick
And anybody can get it：COVID
F**k with that
I done wrote s**t that was so sharp
I could slit my own f**king throat with it
So rich I got more chips than my shoulders
And I'm about as approachable as a roach is
Roach is
Yeah so better steer clear from him
Here comes a nuclear bomb for your eardrums
Lyricism at its most fearsome and fierce
We are on another tier like a tear duct's upper echelon
Yeah
Your career sucked
Meaning what
It was sheer luck
Like what
Like a f**kin' leprechaun with its beard cut
Still a
Punisher weapon drawn with a beer gut
Haha
You're slower than a Decepticon with its gear stuck
And I what
I serial kill and you're Kellogg's
I love checks and I hate tricks
And you're a fake b***h
B***h
I could spot you like you 'bout to weight lift
Yeah
B***h I'm badder than cake mix
But I
Can't be whipped with egg beaters
Nah
You cunts must be out of your labias and God's my alias
So if I don't have faith in me then it basically makes me an atheist
Woo
Nate Diaz got the world by the trachea
It's in a chokehold and a sleeper
Yeah
And me and Dre are like dog hair
Woof
We're both in our lab coats like retrievers
But like a Doberman I'm a whole different breed of
What
Animal mutt mixed with a overachiever
Yeah
Oh you're the king of rap
You're 'bout to be overthrown
Like a pass over the head of an open receiver
At least you can end up comin' to blows like a wiener
Haha
But I ain't finished puttin' these h*es through the ringer
Nah
Like clothes in between the two roll is a- wait
Know what I'm in flow's interwoven I treat 'em like thread
Why
That's how I wound up sewin' Machine up
So f**ks if you don't give up me the time to ride or die
Yeah
'Cause you're either both or you're neither
Yeah
Throw a middle finger up
If you're rollin'
But me I'm gonna
The D.O.C./Dr. Dre：
Ride 'til I die
Give a f**k if you b***hes die
Put a motherf**king hole in your face
Back up b***h don't even try
I am that motherf**ker been the coldest
Why you on that no one know us
Overdosed on what d**e is
Hip-Hop s**t sell better than the coke did