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GO TO SLEEP BITCH... DIE!!! Lyrics

by Eminem

I ain't gonna eat, I ain't gonna sleep
Ain't gonna breathe 'til I see, what I wanna see
And what I wanna see, is you go to sleep in the dirt
Permanently, you just being hurt, this ain't gonna work

For me, it just wouldn't be, sufficient enough
'Cuz we are just gonna be, enemies
As long as we breathe, I don't ever see either of us
Coming to terms where we can agree

There ain't gonna be, no reason speakin' wit me
You speak on my seed then me, no speakin' Englais
So we gonna beef and keep on beefin' unless
You're gonna agree, to meet with me in the flesh

And settle this face to face and you're gonna see
A demon unleashed in me, that you've never seen
And you're gonna see, this gangsta pee on himself
I see you D-12 and thanks but me need no help

Me do this one all by my lonely, I don't need fifteen of my homies
When I see you, I'm seeing you, me and you only
We never met but best believe you gon' know me
When I'm this close to see you exposed as phony

Come on bitch, show me, pick me up, throw me
Lift me up, hold me, just like you told me
You was gonna do, that's what I thought, you're pitiful
I'm rid of you, all you, Ja, you'll get it too!

So go to sleep bitch!
Die, mothafucka, die! Time's up, bitch, close ya eyes
(Unh)
Go to sleep, bitch!
(What?)
Why are you still alive? How many times I gotta say, close ya eyes?
And go to sleep bitch!
(What?)

Die mothafucka die, motherfucker
(Bi bi, bi bi)!
Go to sleep bitch!
(What?)
Why are you still alive?
Why die, die mothafucka, ah, ah, ah, go to sleep bitch!

We got you niggaz, nervous
On purpose to hurt your focus, you'se not MC's, you'se worthless
You'se not them G's, you'se a circus, you'se no appeal, please
You'se curtains, you use words, cool heard
Slurred in two thousand third

You'se purpin', you'se no threat, who's ya servin'?
We lyrically oughta bury you beneath the dirt when
You fuck with a label overseein' the Earth
Shady muthafucka, O. Trice's birth

And as I mold, I become a curse
So we can put down the verse, take it to the turf
Cock and squeeze and he who reach the hearse is he who
Depicts fiction in his verse

And as I breathe and you be deceased
The world believe you deceived just to speak
You'se not the streets, you'se the deaths
Use not your chest nigga, use a vest

Before two's choose ya rest, you chose death
Six feet deep, nigga, that's the depth

So go to sleep bitch!
Die, mothafucka, die! Time's up, bitch, close ya eyes
(Unh)
Go to sleep, bitch!
(What?)
Why are you still alive? How many times I gotta say, close ya eyes?
And go to sleep bitch!
(What?)

Die mothafucka die, motherfucker
(Bi bi, bi bi)!
Go to sleep bitch!
(What?)
Why are you still alive?
Why die, die mothafucka, ah, ah, ah, go to sleep bitch!

Hey dog, I'ma walk like a beast, talk like the streets
I'ma stay blazin' New York wit the heat
Stalk on the beat, walk wit my feet
Understand my pain, the rain ain't sweet

Peep how I'm moving, peep where I'm going
Shit don't seep, then sleep not knowin'
But I'ma keep growing, getting larger than life
Easy-going with the same one that started the fight

He be knowing how dog get when dog gone bite
Tried to show him the dog shit, it's dog for life
Grand champ and my Blood Line is tight
'Cuz it's all good, it's all right

Niggas tried to holla but couldn't holla back
Now they gots to swallow, everything in the sac
Blood Line, and, we can go track for track
Damn dog, why'd you have to do them niggas like that?

So go to sleep bitch!
Die, mothafucka, die! Time's up, bitch, close ya eyes
(Unh)
Go to sleep, bitch!
(What?)
Why are you still alive? How many times I gotta say, close ya eyes?
And go to sleep bitch!
(What?)

Die mothafucka die, motherfucker
(Bi bi, bi bi)!
Go to sleep bitch!
(What?)
Why are you still alive?
Why die, die mothafucka, ah, ah, ah, go to sleep bitch!

All you motherfuckers! Take that!
Here, take this too, bitch! Uh, uh, uh, uh, waaahoo!
We're killin' all you motherfuckers dead, all you!
Fake ass gangsters! No more press! No more press!

Rot, motherfuckers, rot!
Decay, in the dirt, bitch, in the motherfucking dirt!
(Unhn)
Die nameless, bitch, die nameless! No more fame!
Ahh! Hahahaha
Yo X, come on man, Obie, let's go, haha




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Daddy Yankee
Y me gusta tanto cuando se pega pega
Y me guaya guaya
Y se pega pega
Cuando le sueltan el dembow
Dembow bow bow
Papoose
So before leavin', yo it's a wise man I'm repeatin'
Two wrongs don't make a right, I believe in it makes a even
Paul Hardcastle
In 1965 Vietnam seemed like just another foreign war but it wasn't
It was different in many ways, as so were tose that did the fighting
In World War II the average age of the combat soldier was 26
In Vietnam he was 19
In-in-in Vietnam he was 19

The shooting and fighting of the past two weeks continued today
25 miles west of Saigon
I really wasn't sure what was going on

Ni-ni-ni 19, 19, ni-19 19
19, 19, 19, 19

In Vietnam the combat soldier typically served
A twelve month tour of duty
But was exposed to hostile fire almost everyday
Ni-ni-ni 19, Ni-ni-ni 19

Hundreds of thousands of men who saw heavy combat
In Vietnam were arrested since discharge
Their arrest rate is almost twice that of non-veterans of the same age
There are no accurate figures of how many of these men
Have been incarcerated

But a Veterans Administration study
Concludes that the greater of vets
Exposure to combat could more likely affect his chances
Of being arrested or convicted

This is one legacy of the Vietnam War

All those who remember the war
They won't forget what they've seen
Destruction of men in their prime
Whose average was 19

De-de-destruction
De-de-destruction
War, war

De-de-destruction, wa, wa, war, wa, war, war
De-de-destruction
War, war

After World War II the men came home together on troop ships
But the Vietnam vet often arrived home within 48 hours of jungle combat
Perhaps the most dramatic difference between
World War II and Vietnam was coming home
None of them received a hero's welcome

None of them received a heroes welcome, none of them, none of them
Ne-ne-ne, ne-ne-ne, none of them, none of them, none of them
None of them received a hero's welcome
None of them received a hero's welcome

According to a Veteran's Administration study
Half of the Vietnam combat veterans suffered from what
Psychiatrists call
Post-Traumatic-Stress-Disorder

Many vets complain of alienation, rage or guilt
Some succumb to suicidal thoughts
Eight to ten years after coming home
Almost eight hundred thousand men are still fighting the Vietnam War

De-de-destruction
Ni-ni-ni 19, 19, ni19 19
19, 19, 19, 19
Ni-ni-ni 19, 19, ni-19 19
19, 19, 19, 19

When we came back it was different, everybody wants to know
"How'd it happened to those guys over there?
There's gotta be something wrong somewhere
We did what we had to do

There's gotta be something wrong somewhere
People wanted us to be ashamed of what it made us
Dad had no idea what he went to fight and he is now
All we want to do is come home

All we want to do is come home
What did we do it for?
All we want to do is come home
Was it worth it
Cristina Vee
I've done everything I canAll the people that I see I will never understandIf I find a way to change, if I step into the lightThen I'll never be the same, and it all will fade to whiteEver on and on I continue circlingWith nothing but my hate in a carousel of agony
Cristina Vee
I've done everything I canAll the people that I see I will never understandIf I find a way to change, if I step into the lightThen I'll never be the same, and it all will fade to whiteEver on and on I continue circlingWith nothing but my hate in a carousel of agony
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