you gotta meet halfway sometimes i m ain t putting all my effort into digging up a dime if it ain t got a mond at the end or it s just a cubic zirconia trying to pretend listen now i done spent so many thousands on your ass just for you to turn your back on me and laugh i knew i should ve never took your math i shoulda just focused in class in them long ass two hour labs you gotta give me what i want so i can give you what you need the typa shit i gotta love the typa shit that s made of dreams i like my hits the way i like my love and drugs craving it fiends i need you to cum for your heart if you want a taste my cream i don t come easy normally can t stand by if you can do me like you ve never done before i ll hold you down if you want me to be yours you gotta take one for the team i ll be loyal to you if you say you ll keep me next to green don t make a scene what the fuck do you mean if i can t have you then i d rather watch you fuckin bleed i ll try my best to drag your heavy body up a tree have you hangin by your neck for all the rappers to see i m trying my best to keep calm but i put you before myself my mom and god how dare you try to make me a mockery a commodity a pack of ketchup sitting in a drawer cause it s not in need my apologies if you scared of me i love you but why the fuck are you not loving me let s take it back to marshall mathers when i slit your fucking throat screaming bleed bitch bleed bleed and as i watch the blood pour from her neck i use that same dagger on me