Eminem — Go to Sleep

[Verse 1: 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 Just ain't gonna work for me, it just wouldn't be Sufficient enough 'cause we are just gonna be Enemies as long as we breathe, I don't ever see Either of us comin' to terms where we can agree There ain't gonna be no reasonin' speakin' with me You speak on my seed, then me no speak-a Inglés 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 gangster pee on himself I see you D12, 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 seein' 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 of you, Ja, you'll get it too [Chorus: Eminem & DMX] Now go to sleep, bitch! Die, motherfucker, die! Ugh, time's up, bitch, close your eyes! Go to sleep, bitch! (What!) Why are you still alive? How many times I gotta say, close your 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! [Verse 2: Obie Trice] We got you niggas nervous on purpose To hurt your focus, you's not MCs You's worthless, you's not them G's You's a circus, you's no appeal, please Use curtains, you use words Kool Herc slurred In two-thousand-third: you's perpin' You's no threat, who's you servin'? When lyrically oughta bury you beneath the dirt when You fuck with a label overseein' the Earth Shady, mothafucka, O. Trice's birth And as I mold I become more cursed 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's not the streets, you's the desk Use not your chest, nigga, use a vest Before tools choose your rest, you chose death Six feet deep, nigga, that's the depth [Chorus: Eminem & DMX] Now go to sleep, bitch! Die, motherfucker, die! Ugh, time's up, bitch, close your eyes! Go to sleep, bitch! (What!) Why are you still alive? How many times I gotta say, close your 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! [Verse 3: DMX] Hey dog, I'ma walk like a beast (Yeah), talk like the streets (Yeah) I'ma stay blazin' New York with the heat (Yeah) Stalk on the beat (Yeah), walk with my feet (Ugh!) Understand my pain, the rain ain't sleet (What!) Peep how I'm movin' (Uh-huh), peep where I'm goin' (Uh-huh) Shit don't seep, then sleep not knowin' (Woo!) But I'ma keep growin', gettin' larger than life Easy goin' with the same one that started the fight He be knowin' how dog get when dog gonna bite (Ugh!) Tried to show him the dog shit, it's dog for life (Ugh!) Grand Champ, and my Blood Line is tight (What!) 'Cause it's all good (Yeah!), 'cause it's all right (Come on!) Niggas tried to holla but couldn't holla back Now they got to swallow everything in the sack Blood Line, and we can go track for track Damn, dog, why'd you have to do them niggas like that? [Chorus: Eminem & DMX] Now go to sleep, bitch! Die, motherfucker, die! Ugh, time's up, bitch, close your eyes! Go to sleep, bitch! (What!) Why are you still alive? How many times I gotta say, close your 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! [Outro: Eminem & DMX] All you motherfuckers, take that! (Ugh!) Here, take this too, bitch! Uh, uh, uh, uh, wahoo! We're killing all you motherfuckers dead All of you! Fake-ass gangsters! No more press! No more press! Rot, motherfuckers, rot! (Uh-huh!) Decay, in the dirt, bitch, in the motherfuckin' dirt! Die nameless bitch! Die nameless! No more fame! Ahh, hahahaha Yo, X, come on, man! (Woo!) Obie, let's go! Ha ha