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Head Honcho Song by Eminem and Ez Mil Lyrics

Lyrics


Doin' my best just to not blow my cover


Know it's all just a test, but I can't pass up this hunger


There's still a hole in my chest and I'm tryna strap it with numbers


All you hoes got your checks, but I'm a queen when I run up


Cross a king with my hunters, shootin' threes in abundance


Rookie Gs actin' thuggish, you're pawns to me, shut the fuck up


Annihilation's what we love, steady hittin', gettin' dodged


Just wait 'til we get the guns out


Kwarenta-singko na kalibre o nuwebe, 'kaw na bahala


Sa dinami-rami mong mali, utak mo lang may tama


Sa kitid mo mag-isip, pare, 'la ka man lang na banat


Naglalim-laliman, ang sarap mong ilublob sa dagat


'Di kailangang magpatunay sa sinuman na nakikinig


'Di masasalag ng sintido o ng iyong bibig


Picture this, I might be a hero to your little kid


Or a villain, either way, I'm the fuckin' head

I'm the head honcho, money come from my flow


Que hubole, blanco? Then get the bread pronto (uh-huh)


Yeah, I'm the head honcho, money come from my flow (yeah)


Que hubole, blanco? (Uh), then get the bread pronto (look, I got)

Got loose strips, two grip, that's the shit I'm smooth with


I'm the new kid that these fathers can't fool with


Send my new slips as tightly than how these boots fit


I got that new drip, that drowned titanical cruise ships


Don't you dip and dabble too close


Just watch us from the distance, I don't fuck with all that glucose


You fall and need assistance, I could do the same, but who knows


I'd rather say, "Good riddance, " Jack the Ripper rippin' paroles


Annihilate with persistence to try to say somethin' different


But by today, I'm just spittin' to rhyme while makin' a livin'


But mama say that I'm different, she proud of how I do business


I kinda resemble Hitman that got away from the killin'

I'm the head honcho, money come from my flow


Que hubole, blanco? Then get the bread pronto


Yeah, I'm the head honcho, they call me the boss, though


You can call me Marshall, then get the bread pronto (yo)

You don't relate to me, guess you never been angry or sad (hm)


Or maybe just have never had to ever face any adversity


Take any ass whippings, I basically had


To see some shit that'd make you faint like you're fakin' a jab (pussy)


Bitch, you wish you had a life like mine (yeah)


You just fantasize the shit you write, you guys like lying (yeah)


Everything you ever been through multiplied by nine (what?)


Ain't even half the shit I went through by the time I was five (like, what?)


Saw my uncle get stabbed, took a knife right in the abs (yeah)


And all he was tryna do was get my tricycle back, yeah


The one that Boogie, Malcolm and Isaac just jacked


After they jumped me and stomped me (boom) and hit me twice with a bat (ugh)


Was five and a half, second time I survived an attack


Two twins, they call themselves the bulldogs (hrr), white kids and fat


I was too frightened to scrap (ha), I didn't fight or hit back


And you wonder why is it that I treat a mic like a gat?


Fully loaded, but I pull it, a bullet from out a barrel the size (brr)


Of a derringer flies, that's how I would characterize lyrics


But America, I could see the fear in your eyes


You saw my terrible side, the blonde hair and blue eyes


Now, the writing is on the wall like graffiti still


If you're havin' trouble reading, will make it simple, he's Ezekiel


Easy name to remember (why?)


'Cause his rap name is the same as like ten minutes on stage is for me (oh), easy mill


Or should I say measly mill? (Haha)


Yeah, 'cause as sure as Ma used to feed me


Sleeping pills to keep me (yeah), sleepy still, it was creepy


'Cause indeed, she (what?) could've easily Casey Anthony'd me (yeah)


These rappers, I'm above 'em, but punchin' down ain't beneath me (nope)


Cold as the wind chill factor, but the fact is I don't know when to chill


But every time I come out, they expect me to fuckin' reinvent the wheel


Rappers get praised for spittin' bars with less than the tenth of skill


Imbecile on the ledge like a Benzo pill on a windowsill


Now cancelled ain't the word for me


You need a term that's probably stronger than dirty laundry (hell)


This controversy got me in the worst of quandaries


Feel like the Earth's axis, the world's turnin' on me


Like them cops in Akron, Ohio with Jayland Walker


Ain't caught this much flak in a while (nah) since back as a child (damn)


And all I did was say like one thing bad then it spiraled


Saw you crackin' a smile (haha), then relapsed into my old ways


Back into vile (yup)


Guess there ain't no civilizin' a savage, and I don't (no)


Give a fuck if you hate me worse than each track on Revival (huh)


Bitch, I'm back like a spinal (yeah), get it crackin' like chiros


It's the coup de grâce, I'm cooler than removin' claws


From a cougar's paws and throwin' it back in the wild (fuck)


But you tamin' me? Ain't gonna happen, and I'll


Live on planet denial (ha) for the rest of my life


But you'll be a stan 'til I die, though (ha)


(You'll be a stan 'til I die, though)

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