Go To Sleep (with Obie Trice, DMX) - Eminem




I ain't gonna eat, I ain't gonna sleep

Ain't gonna breathe, til I see, what I wanna see

And what I wanna see, is you go to sleep, in the dirt

Permanently, you just being hurt, this ain't gonna work

For me, it just wouldn't be, sufficient enough

Cuz we, are just gonna be, enemies

As long as we breathe, I don't ever see, either of us

Coming to terms, where we can agree

There ain't gonna be, no reason, speakin wit me

You speak on my seed, then me, no speakin Englais

So we gonna beef, and keep on beefin, unless

You're gonna agree, to meet with me in the flesh

And settle this face to face, and you're gonna see

A demon unleashed in me, that you've never seen

And you're gonna see, this gangsta pee on himself

I see you D-12, and thanks, but me need no help

Me do this one all by my lonely, I don't need fifteen of my

homies

When I see you, I'm seeing you, me and you only

We never met, but best believe you gon' know me

When I'm this close, to see you exposed as phony

Come on, bitch, show me, pick me up, throw me

Lift me up, hold me, just like you told me

You was gonna do, that's what I thought, you're pitiful

I'm rid of you, all you, Ja, you'll get it too!



Now go to sleep bitch!

Die, motherfucker, die! Ugh, time's up, bitch, close ya eyes

Go to sleep, bitch! (what?)

Why are you still alive? How many times I gotta tell ya,

close ya eyes?

And go to sleep bitch! (what?)

Die motherfucker die, bye, bye, motherfucker, bye, bye!

Go to sleep bitch! (what?)

Why are you still alive? Why, die motherfucker, ah, ah,

ah...

...Go to sleep bitch!



We got you niggaz, nervous

On purpose, to hurt your focus, you'se not MC's, you'se

worthless

You'se not them G's, you'se a circus, you'se no appeal,

please

You'se curtains, you use words, cool heard, slurred in two

thousand third

You'se purpin, you'se no threat, who's ya servin?

We lyrically oughta bury you beneath the dirt when

You fuck with a label overseein the Earth

Shady muthafucka, O. Trice's birth

And as I mold, I become a curse

So we can put down the verse, take it to the turf

Cock and squeeze, and he who reach the hearse is he who

Depicts fiction in his verse

And as I breathe, and you be deceased

The world believe you deceived just to speak

You'se not the streets, you'se the desk

Use not your chest nigga, use a vest

Before two's choose ya rest, you chose death

Six feet deep, nigga, that's the depth



Now go to sleep bitch!

Die, motherfucker, die! Ugh, time's up, bitch, close ya eyes

Go to sleep, bitch! (what?)

Why are you still alive? How many times I gotta tell ya,

close ya eyes?

And go to sleep bitch! (what?)

Die motherfucker die, bye, bye, motherfucker, bye, bye!

Go to sleep bitch! (what?)

Why are you still alive? Why, die motherfucker, ah, ah,

ah...

...Go to sleep bitch!



Hey dog, I'ma walk like a beast, talk like the streets

I'ma stay blazin New York wit the heat

Stalk on the beat, walk wit my feet

Understand my pain, the rain ain't sweet

Peep how I'm moving, peep where I'm going

Shit don't seep, then sleep not knowin

But I'ma keep growing, getting larger than life

Easy-going with the same one that started the fight

He be knowing how dog get, when dog gone bite

Tried to show him the dog shit, it's dog for life

Grand champ, and my Blood Line is tight

Cuz it's all good, it's all right

Niggas tried to holla, but couldn't holla back

Now they gots to swallow, everything in the sac

Blood Line, and, we can go track for track

Damn dog, why'd you have to do them niggas like that?



Now go to sleep bitch!

Die, motherfucker, die! Ugh, time's up, bitch, close ya eyes

Go to sleep, bitch! (what?)

Why are you still alive? How many times I gotta tell ya,

close ya eyes?

And go to sleep bitch! (what?)

Die motherfucker die, bye, bye, motherfucker, bye, bye!

Go to sleep bitch! (what?)

Why are you still alive? Why, die motherfucker, ah, ah,

ah...

...Go to sleep bitch!



All you motherfuckers! take that!

Here, take this too, bitch! Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Waaaaaahoo!

We're killin all you motherfuckers dead, all you!

Fake ass gangsters! No more press! No more press!

Rot, motherfuckers, rot! Decay, in the dirt, bitch, in the

motherfucking dirt!

Die nameless, bitch, die nameless! No more fame!

Ahhhhhhhhhh! Hahahaha

Yo X, come on man, Obie, let's go, haha



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