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These Demons (feat. MAJ) [Official Audio]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Eminem
Eminem
Vocals
Luis Resto
Luis Resto
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marshall Mathers
Marshall Mathers
Songwriter
David Doman
David Doman
Songwriter
S. Barot
S. Barot
Songwriter
Bobby Jefrey Yewah
Bobby Jefrey Yewah
Songwriter
Danny Levin
Danny Levin
Songwriter
James Irving Hudson Jr.
James Irving Hudson Jr.
Songwriter
Michael Grant Benziger
Michael Grant Benziger
Songwriter
Patrick Rosario
Patrick Rosario
Songwriter
William Michael Coleman
William Michael Coleman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Eminem
Eminem
Producer
Mike Zombie
Mike Zombie
Producer
The Loud Pack
The Loud Pack
Producer
d.a. got that dope for Guaranteed Millions
d.a. got that dope for Guaranteed Millions
Producer
Mike Strange
Mike Strange
Recording Engineer
Tony Campana
Tony Campana
Recording Engineer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah, you know what? (Loud Pack) Haters are funny, man (haha) It's like, you're gonna hate it no matter what it is Yet you still click on it (Zombie on the track) I want you to change, but don't change (yeah) 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 (yeah) Just don't go too far, but go cray I want you to almost lose it, man They keep movin' the goal post, don't they? Just cut to the chase, like OJ In his Bronco goin' off the roadway (skrr) 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 What did it cost? Now I dip, gone in a Lear 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 (what?) Black people dyin', they want equal rights White people wanna get hair cuts (haha) Some people protest, some people riot (what?) But we ain't never escapin' this virus (nah) To the cops that are racially biased (what?) We no longer enable these liars You get 'em on tape, they stick to a story Like Spider-Man crawin' up side of a wall and Some are just unabiding-ass lawmen (yeah) Like Garrett Rolfe and like Derek Chauvin (yeah) No cap, still riding with Colin Though some people don't like me at all and (yeah) Some are like bees to flowers (why?) 'Cause some people find me appalling (haha) Ooh, I say a line, people are outraged (oh no) The press slams me again (yeah), people aren't having it nowadays Give an album that I put out in like 2000 you griped out praise But I wake up everyday even more caked up Than the makeup on your clown face And I laid my foundation I told my dawgs we gon' get right in a year, yeah What did it cost? Now I dip, gone in a Lear yeah Still have all these demons comin' for my neck, yeah, yeah I ain't never comin' down (Yeah), yeah, yeah I got a question (what?) What rhymes with pariah? (I don't know) Mm, uh, LEGO? (Oh shit) 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, and Wish against Krayzie 'Cause I got a bone to pick with Slim Shady (Shady) Will thug (thug) and harm any (harm any) Who attempt to diss Hailie (Hailie) Bitch, I will go in like it's raining And I get cancelled like once a day (yeah) Why would I go? It's more fun to stay (ah) You get me to leave, it's no fuckin' way I got a better chance of fuckin' Young M.A. (ooh) Ooh, sounds like I'm zoning So me sayin' I'm out, nice to know me It's like askin' me where my shin is It's down right below me (haha) Uh, oh, well we can play hide the salami (yeah) If your gal'd like to blow me (yeah) My wave is like a tsunami (yeah) These flows you're still tryna wrap your head around Like you're a swami (ha) Just call me the mic kamikaze with Mike Zombie And I'ma just keep bombing (woo) 'Cause the game is mine, like an IED (yah) If they ever do cancel me like Live PD Said I'm takin' somethin' with me if I'm leaving (brr) It's time to murder you now, psych, meet me 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 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 (look) 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 (yeah) Now I'm so bougie that I stick out my pinkie every time I drink tea Used to wanna wife Sweet Tee (Sweet Tee) Used to rock wife beaters, now I let your wife beat me (yeah) So you can eat shit, but I might be the shit So when I say "Eat shit," I mean me
Writer(s): William Edward Coleman, Michael Benzinger, Danny Levin, Shivam Yogesh Barot, Patrick Rosario, Marshall B. Mathers Iii, Bobby Jefrey Yewah, James Hudson, David Doman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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