Fall Lyrics – Eminem | Latest English Song 2018

Fall Lyrics – Eminem | Latest English Song 2018
Song Details:
Song: Fall
Album: Kamikaze
Singer: Eminem
Lyrics: Eminem
Released: 2018

Fall Lyrics

You Know,
Everybody’s Been Tellin
Me What They Think About
Me For The Last Few Months

It’s Too Loud
Maybe It’s Time I Tell
Em What I Think About Them
Can’t Hear It Coming Down
The Hallway Stairs From The Parking Lot
It’s Too Loud
Freeze My Crown All Up In It
Slow Fire
Don’t Fall On My Face
Don’t Fall On My Faith, Oh
Don’t Fall On My Fate
Don’t Fall On My Faith, Oh
Don’t Fall On My Fate
Don’t Fall On My…

Gotta Concentrate Against
The Clock I Race
Got No Time To Waste
I’m Already Late
I Got A Marathoner’s Pace
Went From Addict To A Workaholic
Word To Dr. Dre In That First Marijuana Tape
Guess I Got A Chronic Case
And I Ain’t Just Blowin Smoke
Less It’s In Your Mama’s Face
I Know This Time Paul And Dre
They Won’t Tell Me What Not To Say
And Though Me And My Party Days
Have All Pretty Much Parted Ways
You’d Swear To God I’ve Forgot
I’m The Guy That Made “Not Afraid
One Last Time For Charlemagne
If My Response Is Late
It’s Just How Long It Takes
To Hit My Fuckin’ Radar
I’m So Far Away
These Rappers Are Like Hunger Games
One Minute, They’re Mocking Jay
Next Minute, They Get They Style From Migos
Then They Copy Drake
Maybe I Just Don’t Know
When To Turn Around And Walk Away
But All The Hate I Call
It “Walk On Water” Gate
I’ve Had As Much As I Can Tolerate
I’m Sick And Tired Of Waitin
I Done Lost My Patience
I Can Take All Of You Motherfuckers On At Once
You Want It, Shady You Got It
Don’t Fall On My Face (Yeah)
Don’t Fall On My Faith Oh
Don’t Fall On My Fate
(Light Him Up!)
Don’t Fall On My Faith, Oh (Rrr)
Don’t Fall On My Fate (Look)

Somebody Tell Budden Before I Snap
He Better Fasten It
Or Have His Body Baggage Zipped
The Closest Thing He’s Had To
Hits Is Smacking Bitches
And Don’t Make Me Have To Give
It Back To Akademiks
Say This Shit Is Trash Again
I’ll Have You Twisted Like You Had It
When You Thought You Had Me Slippin
At The Telly
Even When I’m Gettin’ Brain
You’ll Never Catch Me With A Thot
Lacking With It
He Ain’t Spit Like This In His Last Shit
Hoe, You Better Go Back And Listen
You Know Me Better
Thinkin’ I’ll Slow Up, Let Up
Call It Traps ‘Cause It’s A Total Setup
Hopin’ That You Rappers Fall In That
Dre Said, “Hold Your Head Up”
Kathy Griffin Stackin’ Ammunition
Slap The Clip And Cock It Back On Competition
This Is How I Shot A Head (Pew)
Gabby Giffords, My Attack Is Viscous
Jack The Ripper, Back In Business
Tyler Create Nothing
I See Why You Called Yourself A Faggot
Bitch
It’s Not Just ‘Cause You Lack Attention
It’s ‘Cause You Worship D12’s Balls
You’re Sacrilegious
If You’re Gonna Critique Me
You Better At Least Be As Good Or Better
Get Earl, The Hooded Sweater
Whatever His Name Is To Help
You Put Together Some Words
More Than Two Letters
The Fans Waited For This Moment
Like The Feature When I Stole This Show
Sorry If I Took Forever…

Don’t Fall On My Face (Yeah)
Don’t Fall On My Faith, Oh (I Won’t)
Don’t Fall On My Fate (Light Him Up!)
Don’t Fall On My Faith, Oh (Ha)
Don’t Fall On My Fate (It’s Too Easy)

Just Remember I Was Here Before You
And I’ll Be Here After
You Make Your Run-In For You
Detract This
I Might Have To Fuck Pitchfork
With A Corkscrew
Just What The Doctor Ordered
Revenge Is The Best Medicine
Increase The Dose, Unleash The Monster
Then Tell The Grammys To Go And Fuck Themselves
They Suck The Blood From All
The Biggest Artists Like Some Leeches
So They Nominate ‘Em, Get ‘Em There
Get A Name To ‘Em
See The Show, Every Parasite Needs A Host
Then Give Album Of The Year To Somebody
That No One’s Ever Even Heard Of
All I Know Is I Wrote Every
Single Word Of Everything I Ever Murdered
Time To Separate The Sheep From Goats
And I Got No Faith In Your Writers
I Don’t Believe In Ghosts
When Rap Needed It Most
I Was That Wing In The Prayer
A Beacon Of Hope, The B-I-R-D In The Air
Somewhere, Some Kid Is Bumping
This While He Lip-Syncs In The Mirror
That’s Who I’m Doin’ It For
The Rest I Don’t Really Even Care
But You Would Think I’m Carryin
A Oxford Dictionary In My Pocket
How I’m Buryin’ These Artists
On The Scale It Turns To Minus
Mines Is Various As Hardly And
What’s Scary Is You Prolly Can Compare Me To
Your Car ‘Cause I’m Barely Gettin’ Started
And As Far As Lord Jamar
You Better Leave Me The Hell Alone
Or I’ll Show You An Elvis Clone
Walk Up In This House You Own
Brush My Pelvic Bone
You Should Tell A Phone And
Go Fetch Me The Remote
Put My Feet Up And Just Make
Myself At Home
I Belong Here, Clown
Don’t Tell Me ‘Bout The Culture
I Inspire The Hopsins, The Logics
The Coles, The Seans
The K-Dots, The 5’9″S, And Oh
Brought The World 50 Cent
You Did Squat, Pissed And Moaned
But I’m Not Gonna Fall… Bitch

It’s Too Loud
Can’t Hear It Coming Down
The Hallway Stairs From The Parking Lot
It’s Too Loud
Freeze My Crown All Up In It
Slow Fire….