Eminem feat. Young M.A – Unaccommodating | Lyrics

Lyrics Unaccommodating – Eminem feat. Young M.A

Oh, this what we doin’, alright, M.A
I like a b**ch that like to wobble, wobble
Shake it, shake it, break it, break it
N**ga, we made it, made it, they hate it, hate it
Pro professional, pure persistent, I’m paper chasing
I hate complaining, I hated waiting, I’ll pay for patience

But I hate to pay a bill
And I made a mil’ without a major deal
Yeah, her ass fake, but she came for real
Money ain’t a thing, that ain’t a thing for real
It’s the broke lingo
And no, ain’t nothing Saweetie, this is no Quavo
Man, I just get high, let my h*es lay low
I just want some face but this is no facial

Do right and kill er’body, Drake mode
B**ch, I’m tryna eat out, take your plate mode
Disrespect your life and I’m in gang mode
You can leave this earth, b**ch, I’m in rake mode
I’m in cake mode, I’m in brave mode, uh
What up, Marshall I’m a martian, I’m in Wayne mode
Neck wet, big drip, I’m in rain mode
Eight n**gas, eight hittas, take eight souls
Collect pesos, and I’m paid, so
Self-made goals, when the pain leaves
Where does the pain go

Tip of the backwood is where the flame goes
To the sky is where my brain goes
Same pack, same fiend, sellin’ the same clothes
Pinocchio and my pistol, they got the same nose
Me and my n**gas gotta eat, we share the same stove
Case closed, bodies in my lane, b**ch, lane closed

Game over, Thanos on you H-O’s
On my petty s**t but I don’t paint toes
Get the plunger ’cause Marshall and M.A go plum crazy
Call us liquid plumber, ’cause even Dre know
Beat knocks like a beefed up Detox
You’re gonna need three SWATs or police officers
At least to come pull me off of it and I don’t stop
Please dawg, I need y’all to keep talking s**t ’cause I feed off of it
I am the complete opposite of these retards
Who spit these weak bars, I’ma leave carnage
Each thought’ll be so toxic
It’ll block the wind through your esophagus
Stop it, cutting off your oxygen
And I hit them pads like a boxing gym
Better watch for Slim, better get to popping
And when I’m at the top again
I won’t topple, I’m giving it to anyone
Who wanna come and get it and I’m not gonna stop

But when they ask me is the war finished with MGK
Of course it is, I cleansed him of his mortal sins
I’m God and the Lord forgives even the devil worshippers
I’m moving on but you know your scruples
Are gone when you’re born with Lucifer’s horns
And you’re from the school of Notorious, Puba, Cube and The Poor Righteous Teachers tutored my students
Showed them all the blueprint and formula
But it seems like the more they studied my music
The more they remind me of eyeballs
I’m watching my pupils get cornier

But I’m contemplating yelling Bombs away on the game
Like I’m outside of an Ariana Grande concert waiting

They call me Saddam Hussein, Ayatollah Khomeini
Where’s Osama been I been laden lately
Look at how I’m behaving, they want me gone away
They wanna JonBenet me, I’m unaccommodating
Man, I don’t see why they hate me
I’m a clown like John Wayne Gacy
They call me Kanye crazy
APEs**t, Beyonce, Jay-Z
And I’m back with Andre, baby
And the doctor’s operating
But he never put no scrubs on from Snoop
K. Dot to Shady

Shady like a shadow or your silhouette, intellect
I better check to see why you feel upset
‘Cause I met your b**ch on the internet
Now I’m getting head like a Pillow Pet
That bimbo can put her lips all the way
Around this bone and then blow
Like a dusty cartridge from an old Nintendo
Those were the days but I bet you
I’m never gonna be broke again, no

I don’t smoke but I got paper, to be blunt, I’m rolling Indo
And I keep it one comma, zero, zero, zero, zero
Real, real, real, murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, kill
Nickle-plated, twenty two, two, two
B**ch, shut the f**k up ‘fore I shoot you too
Ain’t s**t I won’t do just to get a few youtube views
Run up in a church like pew, pew, pew
‘Cause that’s what I do, do, do

But, even to the untrained human eye
We ain’t the same, you and I
Somebody should have explained to you why
For you to go against me
It’s simply insane, you will die
That’s why they call me Kamikaze
It’s plain suicide, yeah

But I know magic and here go my last trick
I’m ’bout to say Abracadabra
And pull a B Rabbit up out of my hat
I’m about to relapse and I betcha
That you won’t know how to react
But a look of disgust, I don’t doubt it’d be that
As I begin to f**kin’ devour the track
And you backpedal that is a cowardly act
Like a Saudi attack when the towers collapsed

They call me Saddam Hussein, Ayatollah Khomeini
Where’s Osama been I been laden lately
Look at how I’m behaving, they want me gone away
They wanna JonBenet me, I’m unaccommodating…

➤ Written by Eminem, Luis Resto, Tim Suby, M. Mathers, K. Marrero & Young M.A
Album: Music to Be Murdered By
Produced by Tim Suby & Eminem
Eminem | Young M.A | 2020