Эминем, JID - Fuel

Eminem Fuel

If I run out of fuel, I won't
What the fuck y'all gon' do if I don't
Run out of fuel Down, down, down, down, do-do-do-do
That scares the fuck out of you

[Verse 2: Eminem]
For a couple decades (Brrt)
Been lettin' this TEC spray (Brrt)
From that day that I met Dre (Brrt)
So you liable to catch strays (Brrt)
From the second you press play (What?)
I suggest they (What?)
Do not test like an essay (Why?)
'Cause like where my homies out west stay (Yeah)
We can just say (What?)
I'm like an R-A-P-E-R (Yeah)
Got so many eses (S-As), eses (Huh)
Wait, he didn't just spell the word "rapper" and leave out a P, did he? (Yep)
R.I.P., rest in peace, Biggie
And Pac, both of y'all should be living (Yep)
But I ain't tryna beef with him (Nope)
'Cause he might put a hit on me like, "Keefe D, get 'em"
And that's the only way you're gonna be killing me (Nah)
Ain't gonna be on no beat, silly (Yeah)
I beat the beat silly, on the grind like teeth gritting
Call me "obesity" (Why?)
You think it's over? Wait, it's just beginning
Diss me and it ain't gonna be pretty (Nah)
Used to be yea tall, then I grew a little each day 'til I became God
Like James Todd, now your arms are too short to BK brawl
Indeed, they small like DJ Paul (Woo)
My new Benz better than your truck by far
Bitch, suck my balls
You either smoke crack or you're playin' stickball in the street
Cause you must be on base if you thinking you could touch my car
But if the whole world was out to get you
It'd turn you to a powder keg too
Kyle Rittenhouse, spittin' rounds, the TEC shoots like
And that ain't no sound effect
Neither was that, SIG Sauer lets loose