Rap God Chords by Eminem

[Abm] _ _ _ _ _ Look, I was going to go easy on you, not to hurt your feelings, but I'm only going to get this one chance.
Something's wrong, I can feel it.
It's just a feeling I've got.
Like something's about to happen, but I don't know what.
If that means what I think it means, we're in trouble.
Big trouble.
And if he is bananas as you say, I'm not taking any chances.
You are just one of a kind.
I'm beginning to feel like a rap god, rap god.
All my people from the front to the back nodding, back nodding.
Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slash, slash, slash?
They said I rap like a robot, so call me Rats.
But for me to rap like a computer, my P and my G's.
I got a laptop in my back pocket, my pinnacle off when I hat cock.
They got a fat knot from that fat profit, made a nigger and a killer, now I'm shit.
Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office, with Monica Lewinsky filling on his nut sack.
I'm an MC, still as honest, but as rude and as indecent as all hell. _ _ _ _
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Kill em all, Rick.
All my people from the front to the back nodding, back nodding.
Now who thinks their arms are long [Ab] enough to slap, slap, slap?
Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard.
Everybody want the [Abm] key and the secret to rap immortality like I have got.
Well there be truth for the blueprint, stupid rage and youthful exuberance.
Everybody loves to root for a nuisance, hit the earth like an asteroid, need nothing but truth for the moon sense.
MC's get taken to school with this music, cause I use it as a vehicle to bust the rhyme.
Now I lead a new school full of students.
Me, I'm a product of Rakim, Rakim, Shabazz, Tupac, and W-A-Q-A dot ring, y'all are easy, thank you.
They got slims, they're spied enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position.
To meet bungees and see and induct them into the motherfucking Rakim.
The hall of fame, even though I walk in the church in person, a ball of flames.
Only hall of fame I be inducted in is the alcohol of fame on the wall of shame.
You fags think it's all a game, until I walk a flock of flames.
Off a planking, tell me what in the fuck are you [E] thinking?
Little gay looking boy, so gay I can barely say it with a straight face looking boy.
You witnessing [Abm] a massacre, like you're watching a church gathering, take place looking boy.
Boys ain't at boys game, that's all they say looking boy.
You get a thumbs up, hat in the back, and a way to go from your label to be gay looking boy.
Gay looking boy, what you say looking boy?
I get a hell yeah from a tray looking boy.
I'm a work boy, everything I have never asked nobody to shit get out my face looking boy.
Face looking boy, you never gonna be capable of keeping up with the same taste looking boy.
I'm beginning [Ab] to feel like a rap god, rap god.
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod.
The way I'm racing around the track call me NASCAR, NASCAR.
Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the white trash [Abm] god.
Kneel before General Zod, this plan is Krypton.
No Asgard, Asgard.
If you be throwing, I'll be owing, you voting.
I'm omnipotent, let off and I'm reloading.
Immediately with these bombs I'm toting, and I should not be woken.
I'm a walking dead, but I'm just a talking head, a zombie floating.
But I got your mom defloating, I'm out my ramen noodle.
We have nothing in common poodle.
I'm a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage pupil to me.
My honesty's brutal, but it's honestly feudal.
If I don't utilize what I do, the whole crew could at least once in a while.
So I wanna make sure I'm wearing a chicken crap top, scribbling doodle.
I've done enough rhyme stuff, maybe try to help get some people through tough times.
But I gotta keep a few punchlines, just in case you're leaving you unsigned.
Rappers are hungry, looking at me like it's lunchtime.
I know there was a time where one time was king of the underground.
But I still rap like I'm on my Pharaoh Munch grind.
So I clunk rhymes, but sometimes when you combine,
Up here with the skin color of mine, you get too big and hit it from the shrine.
To sink to you like that one line I said,
On our back from the Mathers, L-P-1 when I tried.
Just say I take seven hits from Columbine.
Put them all in a line, add a Nick K-47, a revolver and a knife.
See if I get away with it now that I ain't as big as I [Ab] would.
But I'm morphin' into an immortal, comin' through the portal.
You're stuck in a time warp from 2004-to.
And I don't know what the fuck to do, I'm horrible.
No way to point, [Abm] this is Rapunzel with fuckin' cornrows.
I'm normal for being normal.
And I just bought a new Ray-Ban from the future.
Just to come and shoot y'all like one fabulous May-Bay-Jay.
Now this bad city with a good tag, and they love us.
Passing the door, man, while he plays the piano.
Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 schedule on the cable channel.
So Ray-J went straight to the radio station the very next day.
Hey, Fab, I'ma kill you.
Lyrics comin' at you with supersonic speed.
Ah, summa-lumma-dumma-lumma, you assume I'm a human.
What I gotta do to get it through to you?
I'm superhuman, innovative, and I'm in it.
Rob a soul to anything you say.
A speaker singin' off of me, and it'll glue to you.
I'm devastating, more than ever demonstrating.
How to give a motherfuckin' audience a feelin' like it's levitating.
Never fading, and I know the haters are forever waiting.
For the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating.
Cause I know the way to get them motivated, I make elevating music.
You make elevator music.
Oh, he's too mainstream.
Well, that's what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it.
It's not hip-hop, it's pop, cause I found a hella way to fuse it.
With rap, shock rap, with die, so I lose just stuff, I make them lose it.
I don't know how to make songs like that.
I don't know what words to use.
Let me know when it occurs to you, while I'm ripping any one of these verses.
The verses use curtains, I'm inadvertently hurting you.
How many verses I gotta murder to prove that if you were half as nice in songs, you could sacrifice virgins to?
[Ab] Ah, school's blunky, pill junkie, but look at the accolades.
These skills brung me, full of myself, but still hungry.
[Abm] I bully myself, cause I make me do what I put my mind to.
I'm a million leagues above, ill when I speak in tongues, but it's still tongue in cheek.
Fuck you, I'm drunk, Satan, take the fucking wheel.
I'm all sleep in the brunch, bumping heavy, eating the boys.
Still chunky, but funky, but in my head there's something I can feel.
Tugging and struggling, angels fight with devils, and here's what they want from me.
They're asking me to eliminate some of the women hates, but if you take into consideration the bitter hates that I have,
then you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situation and understand the discrimination.
Fuck fuck it, life's hanging you limits, make lemonade then.
But if I can't ban other women, how the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?
The mistake is a sin, it's a fading mistake, if you think I need to be overseas and take a vacation.
Just trip abroad, and make a hole in her face and don't be a retard.
Be a king?
Think not.
Why