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Eminem - Lucifer Lyrics

 Eminem's "Lucifer," featuring Sly Pyper, showcases his dark, provocative lyrical style. The song delves into controversial themes, intense self-reflection, and societal critiques. With Dr. Dre's production, Eminem's sharp, confrontational verses confront his critics and personal demons. This track is a must-listen for fans of thought-provoking rap and complex wordplay.

Eminem - Lucifer Lyrics

(feat. Sly Pyper)

The coup de grĂ¢ce is the final shot, right between the eyes

Also known (Haha) as the kill shot (People)

Woo, it feels so good to be (Bad)

Aight, here we go (Bet), aight, I'ma start this, I got it


Before I get banned, kicked off Twitter

And TikTok, 'cause they so damn ticked off, bitter

They want me to bounce (Like what?) like a fabric softener

We just got rid of Ye, go kick rocks with him (Ayy)

But Dre on beats with the white-faced blondie on the mic is like (What?)

Havin' Steady B and Cool C in the ride

Like we rap and did a little bank robbery on the side

So they want beef, we can make, like Bonnie and collide

Haters can meet the same exact fate as my dad, wait

Least you didn't miss me graduate (Yeah, great)

But Mom, do I still act eight?

Uh, maybe a little, Debbie (What?), like a snack cake (Haha; slut!)


But if this is what he'd do to his mom

Imagine what he'd do to you, I'm a lunatic armed

And if it's you I used to clip on, for you to respond is ludicrous

Ma, look at what your uterus spawned: Lucifer


Must be a cold day in Hell (Hell)

Tell me what have we done? (Whoa)

Take me out of my misery

I bought Heaven when it was up for sale

And now I need a refund, bae (Yeah)

(Wait, what the fuck? Where'd I put my-?)


I think someone messed with my meds probably (Yo, who took my-?)

I bet it's my ex, Molly, that I've bludgeoned to death

Already severed the head, I smell the fresh scent of flesh rotting

So it's breakfast in bed if I wake up next to a dead body (Ah)

Multiple lacerations, contusions, abrasions, bruises

Hallucinations, delusions, abusive: my language usage

They lose it when Dre produced it, as soon as he plays the music

It's lunacy, treat the beat like a choice: Shady chews it

Now all I see is dollar signs, losers

Bitch, I was in them trenches like them Columbine shooters

I was down bad, broke, and almost abandoned hope (Now what?)

Now my followers are like a Satanic cult (What?)

Yeah, they listen to me like when Manson spoke (Shh)

They say I don't know struggle no more, that's a joke (Haha)

Bitch, the fuckin' elevator in my mansion's broke (See)

I have to walk like half a block to get a can of Coke (Damn)

And Candace O, I ain't mad at her (Ah)

I ain't gon' throw the fact bitch forgot she was Black back at her

Laugh at her like them crackers she's backin' after

Her back is turnin', a cute MAGA hat with her brand-new "White Lives Matter" shirt (Haha, dope)

Or save this MAGA dirtbag in a skirt

Just opened the biggest can of worms on the whole planet Earth

Call her "Grand Wizard" (Yeah), "Klandace" (Haha), or "Grand Dragon"

Or like the national anthem, I won't stand for the tramp (Why?)

But I can't diss her 'cause my plans are to get in her pants

And I'll blow my chance if I answer back to her

My shit is like taking Deborah Mathers at her word

Yeah, I'm that absurd, we had a spat and afterwards

We squashed the beef like a hamburger patty, or should I say gigantic turd?

'Cause I put that shit to bed like Amber Heard at a Mattress Firm (Slut)


But if this is what he'd do to his mom (Pfft)

Imagine what he'd do to you (Haha), I'm a lunatic armed

And if it's you I used to clip on, for you to respond is ludicrous

Ma, look at what your uterus spawned: Lucifer


This must be a cold day in Hell (Hell)

Tell me what have we done? (Whoa)

Take me out of my misery

I bought Heaven when it was up for sale

And now I need a refund, bae (Yeah)


So whether you friend or you are foe (Whoa)

Far as bars go, even fuckin' retards know (Yeah)

That as far as smoke with me, I don't think it'd be smart, so (Oh)

Might as well go lookin' for smoke with Lamar, bro (Yeah), but, Marshall

You're gettin' more perverse every time you record a verse, and

It's like you came from 2000, stepped out a portal cursin'

Hurlin' horrible slurs towards the world, and

Why can't you make fun of people behind their backs like a normal person?

But when you reach these heights, freedom of speech dies (What?)

With every line that I recite, them PC police try

To throw me in jail with no bail like a peace prize

For all of them years (What?), they reduced me to tears (Yeah)

Tried to shrink me to pea-sized, only to see my (What?)

Self-esteem rise, now these are my replies (Mm)

They made me eat shit (Shit), I fed it back to 'em three times (Yeah)

Stepfather's the only (What?) one I ever been beat by (Haha)

Squeeze mics like Burmese pythons (Yeah), here's for each time (What?)

You sleep on the flow (What?), ho, you hear these strings climb (Yeah)

You reap what you sow (So what?), so first I must weave rhymes (Yeah)

So seamlessly, then I'ma leave eyes in a state of disbelief

My genius is a trait, so the gap's in our genes, right? (Haha, the gap)

At least, that's what it seems like

And I'm Lucifer and Dre is the producer for the Antichrist



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