Linkin Park - Lost in the Echo Remix lyrics

[Verse 1: Eminem] Never was a thug, just infatuated with guns Never was a gangsta 'til I graduated to one And got the rep of a villain, for weapon concealin' Took the image of a thug, kept sh** appealin' Willin' to stick out my neck for respect If it meant life or d**h, never live to regret what I said When you're me, people just want to see if it's true If it's you, what you say in your rap's what you do So they feel, as part of your obligation to fulfill When they see you on the streets, face to face, are you for real In confrontation ain't no conversation, if you feel You're in violation, any hesitation'll get you k**ed If you feel it, k** it. If you conceal it, reveal it Being reasonable will leave you full of bullets Pull it, squeeze it till it's empty, tempt me, push me, pussies I need a good reason to give this trigger a good squeeze [Chorus: Linkin Park] In these promises broken deep below Each word gets lost in the echo So one last lie I can see through This time I finally let you Go... Go... Go... [Verse 2: Eminem] I love pissin' you off, it gets me off Like my lawyers when the f**in' judge lets me off All you motherf**ers gotta do is set me off I'll violate and all the motherf**ing bets be off I'm a lit fuse, anything I do, b**h, it's news Pistol whippin' motherf**ing bouncers, 6'2" Who needs bullets? Soon as I pull it, you sweat bullets An excellent method to get rid of the next bully It's actually better, 'cause instead you murderin' You can hurt 'em, and come back again and kick dirt at 'em It's like pourin' salt in the wounds, a**ault and get sued You can smell the lawsuits soon as I waltz in the room Everybody halts and stops, calls the cops All you see is b**hes coming out their halter tops Running and ducking out the Hot Rocks parking lot You'll all get shot, whether its your fault or not [Chorus: Linkin Park] [Verse 3: Eminem] I spit it slow, so these kids know that I'm talking to 'em Give it back to these damn critics, and sock it to 'em I'm like a thug, with a little bit of 'Pac influence I spew it, and look how I got you b**hes rockin' to it You motherf**ers could never do it like I could do it Don't even try it, you'll look stupid, do not pursue it Don't ever in your life try to knock the truest I spit the illest sh** ever been dropped in two inch So ticky-tock, listen as the sound ticks on the clock Listen to the sound of Kim as she licks on the co*k Listen to the sound of me spilling my heart through this pen Motherf**ers know that I'll never be Marshall again Full of controversy until I retire my jersey Till the fire inside dies and expires at thirty And lord have mercy on any more of these rappers that verse me And put a curse on authorities in the face of adversity [Chorus: Linkin Park]