Eminem fires bars as deadly as the novel coronavirus that he references throughout his latest Billboard Hot 100-charting single “Gnat.”
The Lyrical Lemonade music video for his Music to Be Murdered By – Side B highlight equips Slim Shady with PPE and pays homage to his videos from the early aughts, from “My Name Is” to “Stan.”
Check out the lyrics and music video below.
Yeah, yeah, sick
(D.A. got that dope)
They say these bars are like COVID (bars are like COVID)
You get ‘em right off the bat (you get ‘em right off the bat)
Infected with SARS and Corona (infected with SARS and Corona)
Like you took a bite off of that (da–)
Then it goes from Martian to human (yeah)
That’s how the virus attacks (that’s how the virus attacks)
They come at me with machine guns (brr)
Like trying to fight off a gnat
Still stackin’ my chips, h–s, higher than Shaq on his tiptoes
Atop the Empire State Buildin’, this sh– is like child’s play, children
I will not annihilate, kill them, I’ll f— around and pile eight million
Dead little juveniles, wait, chill, then, I’ll await my trial date ’til then
Ain’t nothin’ you say can ever Trump (Nah), mic, pencil get killed (yeah)
If you’re hypersensitive, I wasn’t referencin’ the vice president, chill (chill)
I mean my penmanship at times tends to get ill, violence but with skill
That’s why I hence when I write ends up with the mic and pencil gettin’ killed (yeah, hold up)
And I’m still ride or die for the squad (yeah)
So you know which side that I’m on
If a battle line’s ever drawn, but if I get involved
It’ll be like K9’s in a brawl
But not similar to Mike Vick at all
‘Cause even if I don’t have a dog in the fight
They ain’t never gonna get rid of the fight in the dog
Got stripes like a tiger, so you might get mauled, a mic in the palms
Like claws, I can swing right for your jaw and rip it off with one swipe of the paw
Bitch, you still on my di– or naw? (Naw)
If I suck, your wife is a straw (Straw)
I’m sick and I’m not gonna cover my mouth next time that I cough
They say these bars are like COVID (bars are like COVID)
You get ‘em right off the bat (you get ‘em right off the bat)
Infected with SARS and Corona (infected with SARS and Corona)
Like you took a bite off of that (da–)
Then it goes from Martian to human (yeah)
That’s how the virus attacks (that’s how the virus attacks)
They come at me with machine guns (brr)
Like trying to fight off a gnat (yeah, yeah)
And d.a. got that dope he sends to me (uh-huh)
It’s like pneumonia symptoms and contracting COVID instantly
Which is what separates my flow from theirs
So that no one gets even close to this to pose a risk to me
So vocalistically (what), that’s social distancing (yeah)
Flow going viral, you best stay strapped
With that Lysol and get way back
Get that Pine-Sol and that Ajax
‘Cause this dry cough is just like football umpires callin’ a playback
Bi—, back the f— up like fifteen yards, these rhymes call for a face mask (face mask)
‘Nother fourteen-day quarantine, they’re cordoning off everything
This shit lookin’ like a horror scene, like me metaphorically (damn)
‘Cause them stay-at-home orders seem like they just keep getting more extreme
Who knows when this nightmare will end? Like Monroe, Norma Jean
Still got that heroin lyrical drip with that morphine and that Thorazine
‘Cause I’m so f—in’ dope (dope) and you’re a fiend
And that’s the one thing that hasn’t changed (nope), for some semblance of normalcy
But I might need that Hydrochloroquine ’cause I got that (yeah)
The Dark Horse, I’m a knight-mare
Mom fed me Valium like air
Thought that’s why they called it a high chair (whoa)
I got a contact like eyewear
Whoa, wait a minute, bi—, let me lie here
20/20 hindsight in my side mirror
Every year, you drop the ball like Times Square
My hair trigger whenever I get an idea
F—, now my name rings out like a sponge mop
And my drip was a drop
In the bucket, so that gun shot
You just heard just now in that one spot
Just came from the nine mil’ that I just got
That’s big bucks and I got a full money clip and I’m loaded
I ain’t even mean to go the f— off
I’m still totally inappropriate with an opiate
Groping it while I’m holding it like a trophy
I’m hoping a little codeine’ll get me OD’in’
Whoa, everything is slow, I begin to floating
I know that I’m getting loaded, the pen exploded
Hiroshima with the flows, a utopia
With the dope, I’m an OG, I’m like the G.O.A.T
Here to get your goat little bit of sodium, it’s assault
When I’m at the podium, at your throat, holy camoly
I’m in the zone with the sh– I’m on
Get Imodium and a commode because nobody’s even close
You’re petroleum to plutonium, you’re a phony
I’m at the crib with your h-, got her at the pole like voting with no clothing
Stripped down to a toe ring and here we go with the gloating
I’ve got my nose in the air like a Boeing
Then I got into a little bit of an argument with her
So I took a little lick of a Klonopin at dinner
Then I hit her with the motherfuckin’ ottoman and bit her
Then I shot her in the liver, delivered her to the bottom of the river
But I’m probably gon’ jump in the water with her
With a wad of money ’cause I got a lot of it
And when it come to drippin’, I be soppin’ like a hundred mile an hour
Never runnin’ out of either one of ‘em, I gotta get it ’cause
They say these bars are like COVID (bars are like COVID)
You get ‘em right off the bat (you get ‘em right off the bat)
Infected with SARS and Corona (infected with SARS and Corona)
Like you took a bite off of that (damn)
Then it goes from Martian to human (yeah)
That’s how the virus attacks (that’s how the virus attacks)
They come at me with machine guns (brr)
Like trying to fight off a gnat (fight off a gnat)
Lyrics licensed & provided by LyricFind
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Marshall Mathers, David Doman
