Fuel (Shady Edition|Explicit) - Eminem/WESTSIDE BOOGIE/GRIP

Lyrics by：Luis Resto/Marshall Mathers/D. Porter/H. LeMon Bey/Thomas Forbes/Anthony Tremaine Dixson/Kyle Clow

Composed by：Luis Resto/Marshall Mathers/D. Porter/H. LeMon Bey/Thomas Forbes/Anthony Tremaine Dixson/Kyle Clow

Produced by：Mr. Porter/Eminem

Smokin' trees I'm ridin' 'round come to my side of town

Lately it's been goin' goin' goin' goin' goin' down

Come see how heavy it get

I done seen way to much stress as a jit

Death in this section was present we preppin' for war

So we feel like we better equipped

Brodie got demons he keep to his self probably won't ever know

'Cause he never gon' snitch

Hella resentment from lettin' it sit

I say "I got him" I'm never gon' miss

I done put way too much prep into this

Back on your bumper how I'm wreckin' this *****

I keep on talkin' 'bout healin' that's never gon' happen

You know that I'm steppin' on ****

I say the feelin' I get from me killin' a rapper

Just show me that Heaven exist

Shootin' 'til ain't nothin' left in the clip

Shootin' 'til I get respect in this *****

I might just go get a TEC in this *****

I might just go at the ref in this *****

Guessing you think this **** new to me huh

Guess you ain't know what's fuelin' me huh

I just had enemies shoot at me tell me

Just what could this industry do to me huh

Helpin' the hood and the homies

And plus the community think that it's two of me huh

Know where I go when it's over I run out of gas

They gon' say that they through with me huh aw ****

When all this **** gon' get better ******* just ******* whoever

Nigga just sayin' whatever niggas' gon' fold under pressure

Honestly I ain't no better

I had to hop out the hole and got cold as a shoulder

I turned my emotion into sweater

I had to garner the power to work on my soul

I ain't tryna be broken forever

I see the smoke and start runnin' into it

Shawty you losin' is so therapeutic

I kinda think that you want it to happen

Got put in a corner you forced me to do it

You gotta tell me that bein' a rapper is hangin' with rappers

And I ain't into it

I'm with the **** and I'm ready to prove it

Waitin' on Marshall to say I can do it

This **** goin' down down down down dow-dow-dow-dow

If I run out of fuel I won't

What the **** y'all gon' do if I don't

Run out of fuel

Down down down down dow-dow-dow-dow

That scares the **** out of you look

I was slept on and left for dead

Sweat wept and bled for a game that barely kept me fed

Ain't want the fame just a spec of cred

Nowadays I take a check instead

The pen been steps ahead

If you mention him them boys wet the bed

Get on a track with GRIP and get knocked out like yo' daddy did

Whatever Deebo said to Craig we can go head to head

Niggas play hard on the app

At they mama crib hatin' on bars in a rap

From niggas that still starve in the trap

Clap back and it's "GRIP you're takin' it too far just relax"

These words I discard on the wax

**** deeper than the cars and the racks

The fashion and gas so when a star interacts

Got the soul of a field nigga with scars on his back

So pardon me if part of me feel a itch to click

Pitch a fit blitz a ***** split ya ****

GRIP in the kitchen with instant grits

Flick the wrist they wish he'd miss he's six for six

Go back through the discog'

It's obvious I'm the godliest yeah I'm sonnin' y'all

I took the summer off

Just to let them get they mumbles off about blocks that

They ain't spun at all

The uninvolved underdog

Summoned from a drunken slumber to pummel y'all

But they don't wanna brawl

This **** ain't even fun no more

I mean don't nobody wanna come outside

They like "you should do a song with so and so

Or maybe such and such" this **** done I tried

They must not got it in their arsenal or metacarpal

To pick the pen up and out-ink the man

Hm but then again I'm partial

It really took Marshall just for me to get a feature

Damn

I know rap's what I started with

But when your target market's lethargic to the bars you spit

It's harder to put your heart in it

But come too far to quit now I'm on to guitars and ****

So don't find it jarrin' if I switch the whole style up

Want the old GRIP go get the old album

Any genre same outcome

I'm on that ***** with a stick like Malcolm

Buck buck buck buck

Buck-buck-buck-buck-buck-buck-buck-buck

If I run out of fuel I won't

What the **** y'all gon' do if I don't

Run out of fuel

Down down down down dow-dow-dow-dow

That scares the **** out of you

I was up to my waist in debt better yet

Face and neck tryna chase a check

Sweat labor for minimal as wages get

Just tryna get me a dub like a blank cassette yeah

I worked for peanuts 'til the day

I met Dre and that gave me a little Raisinet

Now nothing is close to disgusting as what I grossed

So this must mean what I wrote makes me the

Illest rapper there is was or ever will be

That's the real reason I still squeeze

And I fill these bars with so much vitriol

These voices in my head convince me I bet that Ted Kaczynski'll feel me

'Cause I serial kill beats like it's real keys

My peripheral sees everything you was POVs to rap G-O-D

From Little Caesars to filled arenas I made it big word to Lil' Cease

"Fuel" remix so who'll be picked next who's name gonna be next up

Notorious B.I.G.'s death was the domino effects of 2Pac's murder

Like facial tissue who's card should I clean next

Puff's

'Til he's in police handcuffs guilty will he step up

Like gee never turned himself in who knows all the murders there'll have been

Or me mixed up prepare for me to not choose none of my words carefully

I've been comparable to Ivan The Terrible I'll take a paraplegic

And I'll slam his wheelchair on the cement at physical therapy treatment

Then laugh hysterically these wimps are like Slim's hair when he bleached it

Y'all need to lighten up I give a ****

I don't care in the least bit

Kiss every square inch of my white rear end I guarantee that

My elevator's stuck somewhere between two levels emcee's won't ever see

I spit bars so barbarically a ******* parakeet wouldn't dare repeat

I'll never be runnin' out of steam or kerosene

If I run out of fuel I won't

What the **** y'all gon' do if I don't

Run out of fuel

Down down down down dow-dow-dow-dow

That scares the **** out of you