Kyrie & Luka (Explicit) - Eminem/2 Chainz
Lyrics by：Luis Resto/Marshall Mathers/T. Epps/E. Barrier/W. Griffin
Composed by：Luis Resto/Marshall Mathers/T. Epps/E. Barrier/W. Griffin
Produced by：2 Chainz/Eminem
A.T.L.​
What's up shawty
N.Y.C.​
Yo-yo-yo kid
D-Town what up doe
Toni
Standin' on the speaker tall as Burj Khalifa
Powder on the plate that turn your girl into Eureka
Remember if I don't see it then I don't believe it
I done did some pretty dumb things on the tequila
Birthday in Vegas layin' with my weezy
Asked to invite her friends she like "Boy I don't believe ya"
I'm just tryna live and they turn into evil
My partner is a Crip the only thing he eat is seafood
School of hard knocks I can **** around and teach you Uh
License to kill and I just got 'em renewed Uh
Spoke to Def Jam and they talkin' 'bout a renote
Spoke to Ghazi he can pay me in crypto Yeah
Bored Ape Yacht Club yeah I'm Ricky Steamboat
And you know my vibe I'm mixin' mine with the pinot
I say scratch that gone and bring it back like Preemo
I say scratch that gone and bring it back like Preemo
You know my set I'm throwin' dollar signs
I lick her neck and turn the body to a water slide
I'm in the bottom of my bag like some hot fries
Toni Toni Toni Toni Toni that my top five ****
Now watch me swag on this beat
Enough to make Rakim proud of me
You got my math and your ***** a*s post somethin' negative
You coulda called me
I'm from the dark side but the whip lightskin
I do what I wanna do like white men
I hit you in the ******* head with the mic stand
I **** my girl in the daytime on a nightstand
You ain't know that did ya
Real recognize real and you don't look familiar
I'm from Riverdale Road we ain't got no river
Got the pole concealed behind the partition listen
A trap n***a I perform at bar mitzvah
A trap n***a I perform at the Crystals
I ain't gon' fight but I still tote pistols
Ain't gon' kill ya all I got to do is whistle
Failed whistle noise damn I think my whistle off Off
They've been plagiarisin' they've been stealin' sauce Sauce
Soon as I see 'em I'ma pick 'em off
I got a beard but I must ask Ricky Ross Huh
God took his time with me
Kingpins wanna sign with me
Gunshots is truly Atlanta
While things are goin' left like Julius Randle
I got this **** lit no need for a candle
Just like Kyrie I got this **** handled Yeah
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Just like Kyrie I got this **** handled
Walkin' around your party like where the party at
Yeah Bacardí and 'Gnac could lead to a cardiac
But I'm drunk and I give a **** like how Cardi act Cardi
I'm already back I just had to run to my car to yack
Headache an Aleve I'ma need eight of 'em Woah
For pete's sake I've been steppin' on leaf rakes again Ow
I keep wakin' up in the bed with complete strangers
And I eat prazosin get more chicks than Pete Davidson Woah
Man I can't help it I'm me No I got the devil in me Yup
Let me put it more delicately Here
**** your feelings I'm a felon p***y you're jealous of me
Prolly 'cause my cerebellum's a parabellum p***y
Even if I swear to celibacy
I'd still be like a female that's hooking Why
Ain't **** you can do to stop me from sellin' p***y Oh
Yeah warped mind your rhymes
Are so ******* washed up I call 'em shorelines Woo
But as long as a nine-year-old's mind is washable
I'ma search 'til I find the most awfullest line as possible Yeah
Mind is off all I need is a small little pint of vodka
To be talked into tryna walk up inside of a Shriner's hospital and Gunfire
They're tryna make Marshall the guy responsible For what
For little Joshua's giant arsenal
Like I'm also the reason his .9 is cocked and he brought his tool
And decides to hide it inside of his locker
'Till the next time he's picked on at school
But you're out of your gourd
If you're thinkin' that I ain't killin' this beat
I'm not even forcin' myself to vomit
But if I had a ******* eating disorder
Or anorexia believe me I couldn't body this more for ya Yeah
Man I'm beyond childish *****
When I'm on Valiums Yeah just like mom downs 'em
They call it Munchausen Why
'Cause she hands me some Here
Then says "C'mon chow son Chow son
These are non-drowsen Uhh
I mean non-drowsy Right but they'll help you calm down some"
So before I zonk out I'm tryna make Rob proud
I'm hopin' this song riles him
I pop like nine thousand I'm outy five-thousand Oh
Hold up One more thing
Spit syllables on the mic and it move
Like I'm at Drew's even if I win or lose
I'm in the news even my interviews Yeah
Get like five million views I get accused
Of misogyny because I will massage any ***** just like a masseuse
Mixin' NyQuil and booze Heineken brews
Hide 'em inside of my shoes ah Sike what the ****
I'm just playin' ******* mumble rap