These Demons song is from the album Music To Be Murdered By. The song is sung by Eminem, MAJ. The song’s music is composed & penned by M Mathers, D. Doman, D. Levin, M. Benzinger, W. Coleman, P. Rosario, S. Barot, B. Yewah, J. Hudson, Jr. Music Label Shady Records, Aftermath Entertainment, Interscope Records.
Album – Music To Be Murdered By
Composer – M Mathers, D. Doman, D. Levin, M. Benzinger, W. Coleman, P. Rosario, S. Barot, B. Yewah, J. Hudson, Jr.
Singer – Eminem, MAJ
Lyricist – M Mathers, D. Doman, D. Levin, M. Benzinger, W. Coleman, P. Rosario, S. Barot, B. Yewah, J. Hudson, Jr.
Music Label – Shady Records, Aftermath Entertainment, Interscope Records
These Demons Song Lyrics
Yeah, you know what
Haters are funny, man
It’s like, you’re gonna hate it no matter what it is
Yet you still click on it, huh, yeah
I want you to change, but don’t change
I want you to grow up, but don’t age
I want the rage, but don’t get too angry
I want the new, but old Shady
I want you to say what they won’t say
Just don’t go too far, but go cray
I want you to almost lose it, man
They keep movin’ the goalpost, don’t they
So let’s cut to the chase like OJ
In his Bronco goin’ up the roadway
And get off my dick
If I said my balls were yarn, you bitches would crochet
All I ever wanted’s a rope chain
From the day I saw Cool J on Soul Train
Now I got that Kangol, two cables
One yellow and white gold plated
Just to let ’em know I made it
I told my dawgs we gon’ get right in a year, yeah, yeah
What did it cost
Now I get gone in the Lear , yeah, yeah
Still have all these demons comin’ for my neck, yeah, yeah
I ain’t never comin’ down, yeah, yeah
This pandemic got us in a recession
We need to reopen America
Black people dyin’, they want equal rights
White people wanna get haircuts
Some people protest, some people riot
But we ain’t never escapin’ this virus
‘Til the cops that are racially biased
We no longer enable these liars
You get ’em on tape, they stick to a story
Like Spider-Man crawlin’ upside of a wall and
Some are just unabiding as lawmen
Like Garrett Rolfe and like Derek Chauvin
No cap, still riding with Colin
Though some people don’t like me at all and
Some are like bees to flowers
‘Cause some people find me appalling
Ooh, I say a line, people are outraged
The press slams me again, people ain’t having it nowadays
Then give an album that I put out in, like, 2000 you griped about praise
But I wake up every day even more caked up than the makeup on your clown face
And I laid my foundation, and
I told my dawgs we gon’ get right in a year, yeah, yeah
What did it cost
Now I get gone in the Lear, yeah, yeah
Still have all these demons comin’ for my neck, yeah, yeah
I ain’t never comin’ down, yeah, yeah
I got a question
What rhymes with pariah
Mm, tsk, uh, LEGO
You just bit into the lit end of the wick
Shit, I meant, shit end of the stick
I’m addicted to friction and mischief
It’s like your bitch’s midriff, shit gets my dick stiff as a stick shift
Dick as in Cheney, drip as in saline
They bring my name up just to get ratings
It’s like trying to choose between Bizzy, Layzie, or Wish against Krayzie
‘Cause I got a bone to pick and Slim Shady
Will thug and harm any
Who attempt to diss Hailie
Bitch, I will go in like it’s raining
And I get canceled like once a day
Why would I go
It’s more fun to stay
You get me to leave
There’s no fuckin’ way
I got a better chance of fuckin’ Young M.A.
Ooh, sounds like I’m zoning
So me sayin’ I’m out, nice to know me
Is like askin’ me where my shin is
It’s down right bologna
Uh, oh, but we can play hide the salami
If your gal’d like to blow me
My wave is like a tsunami
These flows you’re still tryna wrap your head around like you’re a swami
Just call me the mic kamikaze with Mike Zombie and I’ma just keep bombing
‘Cause the game is mine like an IED
If they ever do cancel me like Live PD
Said I’m takin’ some of you with me if I’m leaving
It’s time to murder you now, side B, B
I might be D to the fuckin’ I-Z-Z
Y from rappin’ circles around these hoes
Just like girdles and every word from my mouth’s so fire
I should be burnt to the ground
There’s a fuckin’ circus in town, yeah, bitch, this verse finna clown, ICP
R. Kelly sex tape, I see pee
My shit is intense like tipis
You gettin’ wiped like TP
You don’t like me
You can bite my little white wee-wee
And I repeat, you can bite my little white wee-wee long as I L-I-V-E
And ever since my pre-teens, striped Lee jeans and Grandma Nan’s little black and white TV
Now I’m so bougie that I stick out my pinkie every time I drink tea
Used to wanna wife Sweet Tee
Used to rock wife beaters, now I let your wife beat me
So you can eat shit, but I might be the shit
So when I say “Eat shit,” I mean me
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