Gospel (Explicit) - Dr. Dre/Eminem (埃米纳姆)

Lyrics by：A. Young/T. McCray/M. Mathers/F. Nassar/A. Joiner/V. Smith

Composed by：A. Young/T. McCray/M. Mathers/F. Nassar/A. Joiner/V. Smith

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

Yo we gotta do whatever

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

Uprising agh

Stop talking 'bout the past I'm the future n***a

Agh

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 eh

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

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're 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

What

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 c***s must be out of your l****s

And God is 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 tracheas

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

Grrr

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

This s**t could end up comin' to blows like a wiener

Haha

But I ain't finished puttin' these h*es through the wringer

Nah

Like clothes in between the two rollers and- wait no

What I mean is flows 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 then

Time to ride or die 'cause you're either both or you're neither

Yeah yeah

Throw a middle finger up if you're rollin' but me I'm gonna

Yeah yeah

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