FALL LYRICS BY EMINEM

Intro: Eminem & Justin Vernon]
You know, everybody's been tellin' me what
they think about me for the last few months It's too loud
Maybe it's time I tell 'em what I think about them
Can't hear it coming down the hallway
stairs from the parking lot It's too loud
Threes not a crowd all up in it, slow fire

[Chorus: Justin Vernon]
Don't fall on my face
Don't fall on my faith, oh
Don't fall on my fate
Don't fall on my faith, oh
Don't fall on my fate
Don't fall on my–

[Verse 1: Eminem]
Gotta concentrate, against the clock
I race Got no time to waste,
I'm already late, I got a marathoner's pace
Went from addict to a workaholic, word to
Dr. Dre In that first marijuana tape—guess
I got a chronic case (yeah)
And I ain't just blowin' smoke,
 'less it's in your momma's face
I know this time Paul and
Dre They won't tell me what not to say (nope)
And though me and my party days
Have all pretty much parted ways
You'd swear to God I forgot
I'm the guy that made
"Not Afraid" One last time for Charlamagne
If my response is late, it's just how long it takes
To hit my fuckin' radar,
I'm so far away These rappers are like Hunger
Games One minute, they're mockin' Jay
Next minute, they get their style from
Migos, 'til they copy Drake Maybe
I just don't know when to turn around and
walk away But all the hate, I call it
"Walk on Water" gate I've had as much as
I can tolerate I'm sick and tired of waitin',
I done lost my patience
I can take all of you motherfuckers on at once
You wanted Shady?
You got it!

[Chorus: Justin Vernon & (Eminem)]
Don't fall on my face (yeah) Don't fall on my faith, oh
Don't fall on my fate (line 'em up!)
Don't fall on my faith, oh (rrr!)
Don't fall on my fate (look)

[Verse 2: Eminem]
Somebody tell Budden before I snap,
he better fasten it Or have his body bag get zipped
The closest thing he's had to hits is smackin' bitches
And don't make me have to give it back to Akademiks
Say this shit is trash again,
I'll have you twisted
Like you had it when you thought you had me slippin' at the telly
Even when I'm gettin' brain, you'll never catch me with a thot
Lackin' with it, "he ain't spittin' like this on his last shit"
Ho, you better go back and listen
You know me better, thinkin'
I'll slow or let up
Call it trap 'cause it's a total setup
Hopin' that you rappers fall in that Dre said,
"Hold your head up!"—Kathy Griffin
Stackin' ammunition,
slap the clip and cock it back on competition
This is how I shot ahead (pew)—Gabby Giffords
My attack is vicious,
Jack the Ripper, back in business
Tyler create nothin',
I see why you called yourself a [faggot], bitch
It's not just 'cause you lack attention
It's because you worship
D12's balls, you're sack-religious
If you're gonna critique me, you better at least be as good or better
Get Earl the Hooded Sweater
Whatever his name is to help you put together
Some words, more than just two letters
The fans waited for this moment like that feature when
I stole the show (ha), sorry if
I took forever (haha)

[Chorus: Justin Vernon & (Eminem)]
Don't fall on my face (yeah)
Don't fall on my faith, oh (I won't)
Don't fall on my fate (line 'em up!)
Don't fall on my faith, oh (ha)
Don't fall on my fate (it's too easy)

 [Verse 3: Eminem]
Just remember,
I was here before you
And I'll be here after you make your run-in for you
Detractors, I might have to fuck
Pitchfork with a corkscrew
Just what the doctor ordered
Revenge is the best medicine
Increase the dose, from least to most
And then tell the
Grammys to go and fuck themselves

They suck the blood from all the biggest artists like some leeches
So they nominate 'em, get 'em there,
get a name to 'em
See the show, every parasite needs a host (haha)
Then give Album of the
Year to somebody that no one's ever even heard of
All I know is
I wrote every single word of Everything
I ever murdered
Time to separate the sheep from goats
And I got no faith in your writers,
I don't believe in ghosts
When rap needed it most,
I was that wing in the prayer
A beacon of hope, put the
B-I-R-D in the air Somewhere some
kid is bumpin' this while he lip-syncs in the mirror
That's who I'm doin' it for,
the rest I don't really even care

But you would think I'm carryin' an
Oxford dictionary in my pocket
How I'm buryin' these artists,
on the scale it turns to minus
Mines is various as hardly and
what's scary is you probably
Can compare me to your car 'cause
I'm just barely gettin' started
And far as Lord Jamar, you better leave me the hell alone
Or I'll show you an Elvis clone
Walk up in this house you own,
thrust my pelvic bone
Use your telephone and go fetch me the remote
Put my feet up and just make myself at home
I belong here, clown, don't tell me 'bout the culture
I inspire the Hopsins, the Logics, the Coles, the
Seans, the K-Dots, the 5'9"s, and oh
Brought the world
50 Cent, you did squat, piss and moan
But I'm not gonna fall… bitch!

[Outro: Justin Vernon]
It's too loud Can't hear it coming down the hallway
stairs from the parking lot
It's too loud
Threes not a crowd all up in it Slow fire