I Will Lyrics – Eminem
On “I Will,” Eminem reunites his Slaughterhouse comrades, KXNG Crooked, Royce da 5'9", and Joell Ortiz for a posse cut over a classic boom-bap beat. However, Slaughterhouse member Joe Budden is missing from the feature list for retirement reasons or perhaps due to his past issues with Em.| Song Name : | I Will |
| Album / Movie : | Music to Be Murdered By |
| Singer : | Eminem |
| Music Label : | Aftermath Entertainment, Shady Records, and Interscope Records |
| Cast : | Eminem |
And I don’t think that I can stop it, here it comesI do my best to try to block it, redrumI’ve been sipping on like, vodka, head’s numbI’m blacking out, you better watch it, it’s bedlam
I thought I heard a voice in my head that said, “Kill”I had no other choice that was left except fillMy pencil full of poisonous lead, the devilHe wants me to murder this beat, so I willHe told me there are doubters who question my skillThey wanna put my style to the test, am I stillThe best? They want the crown on my head, I said, “ChillIf you want me to murder this beat, then I will”
I’m a long way away from where you are in skillForeign wheels, my bitch wearin’ four inch heelsShe on the orange pillAnd she about to start takin’ off layers like orange peelsSacha Baron Cohen, Ferrell, where am I going with this?Oh yeah, I bar at willAnd when you throw the iron in it, I’m all that stillThe truth for real, I’m real true, call that trillThis is my house, this place is minePosted on any corner on any coast I’m onYou niggas need to leave that lean, Henny, and coke aloneTerror to the business, married to the strippers, T-PainStudent of the game pre-Kane, you niggas Post MaloneElite beatboxer minus the rapsRollin’ with at least three choppers, Ryan is thatI literally keep three shottasI’m lyrically James Todd, Tariq Trotter minus the cap
I thought I heard a voice in my head that said, “Kill”I had no other choice that was left except fillMy pencil full of poisonous lead, the devilHe wants me to murder this beat, so I willHe told me there are doubters who question my skillThey wanna put my style to the test, am I stillThe best? They want the crown on my head, I said, “ChillIf you want me to murder this beat, then I will”
Manslaughter goons under the moonlightJohn Wilkes, that’s who I’m in the booth likeAy, bruh, I go ham for dead presidentsAnd everything I record is over your head like a boom micWhy would you irrelevant fucks wanna rebel against usKnowing your Smith & Wesson has never been clutched?Knowing you never been rushed by the most ignorant niggas inventedThe nigga that’ll send you to the dentist to get a whole row of elephant tusksYour teeth gone like you been on some meth and some dust foreverI see you, my niggas call me the enemy watcherThe minute we spot ya, the semi’ll pop, nigga, we got yaI’m livin’ to conquer, remember the mantra, I’m grippin’ the launcherLike Em and the Doctor, with no guilty conscienceI’m still shockin’ like droppin’ a boombox in bathwaterMore shockin’ than a pissed off Blanka
I just finished fuckin’ a fish called WandaI’m finna wander off into yonderBeyond just mentally stronger, memory monsterI remember the sponsorin’ thought that conquered his triple entendreYou the cross of a unicorn and The UnabomberQuit horsin’ around in this building or you a gonerYour Willy Wonka persona won’t help you any longerI’m Optimus, I make prime examples of mini-TonkasHogtie your squad and go bonkersSpin, grab Denaun’s guitar and Honky Tonk yaAll your bars subpar like good golfersI put a hole in one of you birdies with this Eagle and launch it (pew)
I thought I heard a voice in my head that said, “Kill”I had no other choice that was left except fillMy pencil full of poisonous lead, the devilHe wants me to murder this beat, so I willHe told me there are doubters who question my skillThey wanna put my style to the test, am I stillThe best? They want the crown on my head, I said, “ChillIf you want me to murder this beat, then I will”
Now this will probably be the most illest shit that I’ve ever saidGod bless the dead and let Biggie possess the pencil leadThey called me a sped and said that I had a messed up head‘Cause I said, “Motherfuck school” and instead went to special edSippin’ Bacardi and lime, I start to recollect on the timeThat I startled my mom and had her scared to deathWord to Method ManShe heard some Wu-Tang coming from towards the patioShe was like, “What the heck was that?”She went to check on the noise and go inspect the deckThen I jumped out with a sword and yelled, “Protect your neck”Now bow to the Lord, hold up, no, better yet, kneelBetter yet, get down on all fours and take a vow to alwaysRejoice in the sound of my voice, bitch, you don’t have a choiceJust a third of my will will overpower yoursUsing about a fourth to create the amount of forceIt’ll take to knock out a horse like a tranq full of TylenolEnter my house of horrors with a thousand floorsGot a crown of thorns, but it won’t fit around the hornsBut I’ma keep it a buck like a dollar storeI’m more than you bargained for and I am far more worseThan a forty-some bar Lord Jamar verseNothing means more than respect, so when I curseYou could say I swore to protectMy image I have zero time or regard forA never-was, been claiming rap when it’s not yoursIf it was anyone’s house, G Rap and Rakim would be havin’ you mop floorsRun-DMC would be havin’ you cleanin’ sinksYeah, your group was off the chain, but you were the weakest linkRest of these youngins of mineTime to start throwing some shade, this time I’m shutting the blinds‘Cause when I’m looking at y’all, shit, it’s no wonder it’s whyI need a visor, ’cause y’all are just sons in my eyesBorn a cynic and more demented than an orphanage with a morgue up in itNext door to an abortion clinic, newborn infants tortured and tormentedWith their foreheads dented when they drop ’cause the floor’s cementedTheir corpses get ornamentedThe coroner with a storage bin rentedTo store them in and the torsos of forty women reported missin’Distorted, twisted, this isn’t no storybook endingThis is only the beginningSo Lord forgive me, I’m hearing voicesI can’t ignore them anymore, they’re winning
I thought I heard a voice in my head that said, “Kill”I had no other choice that was left except fillMy pencil full of poisonous lead, the devilHe wants me to murder this beat, so I willHe told me there are doubters who question my skillThey wanna put my style to the test, am I stillThe best? They want the crown on my head, I said, “ChillIf you want me to murder this beat, then I will”
And I don’t think that I can stop it, here it comesI do my best to try to block it, redrumI’ve been sipping on like, vodka, head’s numbI’m blacking out, you better watch it, it’s bedlam