Eminem - Survival lyrics

Yeah. [Hook: Liz Rodrigues] This is survival of the fittest This is do or die This is the winner takes it all So take it all [Verse 1:] Wasn't ready to be no millionaire, I was ill-prepared I was prepared to be ill though, the sk** was there From the beginning, it wasn't 'bout the ends It was 'bout busting raps and standing for something, f**ing acronym Cut the f**ing act like you're happy, I'm f**ing back again With another anthem, why stop when it doesn't have to end? It ain't over 'til I say it's over � enough when I say enough Throw me to them wolves and close the gate up I'm afraid of what'll happen to them wolves When the thought of being thrown into an alligator pit, I salivate at it Wait is up, hands up like it's 12 noon, nah, homie Hold them b**hes straighter up, wave 'em 'til you dislocate a rotator cuff Came up rough, came to ruffle feathers, nah, egos I ain't deflate enough, last chance to make this whole stadium erupt cause [Hook] [Verse 2:] I can see the finish line with each line that I finish I'm so close to my goals I can almost pole vault over the goal post And if I don't got enough in the tank, maybe I can just siphon enough To fill up this last can, man will I survive in this climate or what? They said I was washed up, and got a blood bath I'm not a rapper, I'm an adapter, I can adjust Plus I can just walk up to a mic and just bust So floor's open if you'd like to discuss Top 5 in this motherf**er and if I don't make the cut What, like I give a f**, I will light this b**h up like I'm driving a truck To the side of a pump, 0 to 60 hop in and gun it Like G-Unit without the hyphen, I'm hyping 'em up And if there should ever come a time where my life's in a rut And I look like I might just give up, eh might've mistook Me for bowing out I ain't taking a bow, I'm stabbing myself With a f**ing knife in the gut, while I'm wiping my bu*t! Cause I just sh**ted on the mic, and I like getting cut I get excited at the sight of my blood, you're in a fight with a nut Cause I'm a fight 'til I die or win Biting the dust it'll just make me angrier, wait Let me remind you of what got me this far, picture me quitting Now draw a circle around it and put a line through it, s*ut It's survival of what? [Hook] [Verse 3:] So get your ideas, stack your ammo But don't come unless you come to battle, I'm mad now jump in the saddle This is it, it's what you eat, sleep, piss and sh** Live, breathe, your whole existence just consists of this Refuse to quit, fuse is lit, can't diffuse the wick I don't do this music sh**, I lose my sh** Ain't got sh** to lose, it's the moment of truth It's all I know how to do, as soon as I get thrown in the booth, I spit But my respect is overdue, I'm showing you the flow no one do Cause I don't own no diploma for school, I quit! So there's nothing for me to fall back on, I know no other trade So you better trade your f**ing mics in for some tool-box-es Cause you'll never take my pride from me It'll have to be pried from me, so pull out your pliers and your screwdrivers! But I want you to doubt me, I don't want you to believe Cause this is something that I must use to succeed And if you don't like me then f** you! Self esteem must be f**ing shooting through-the-roof cause trust me My skin is too thick and bullet proof to touch me I can see why the f** I disgust you I must be allergic to failure cause every time I come close to it I just sneeze, but I just go achoo then achieve! [Hook]