[Intro: Eminem & Justin Vernon]

(Photoshoot)

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

Three's not a crowd all up in it

Slow fire

[Chorus: Justin Vernon]

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–

[Verse 1: Eminem]

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 (Yeah)

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 (Nope)

And though me and my party days have all pretty much parted ways

You'd swear to God I forgot I'm the guy that made "Not Afraid" (Yeah)

One last time for Charlamagne, if my response is late, it's just how long it takes

To hit my fuckin' radar, I'm so far away (Woo)

These rappers are like Hunger Games, one minute, they're mockin' JAY (Yeah)

Next minute, they get their style from Migos or 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 (Yeah)

You wanted Shady? You got him

[Chorus: Justin Vernon & Eminem]

Don't fall on my face (Yeah)

Don't fall on my faith, oh

Don't fall on my fate (Line 'em up)

Don't fall on my faith, oh (Rrr)

Don't fall on my fate (Ha)

[Verse 2: Eminem]

Somebody tell Budden before I snap, he better fasten it or have his body bag get zipped

The closest thing he's had to hits is smackin' bitches (Pump it up)

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 (Yeah)

Even when I'm gettin' brain, you'll never catch me with a thot

Lacking with it, "He ain't spittin' like this on his last shit"

Ho, you better go back and listen, you know me better, thinkin' I'll slow or let up

Call it trap 'cause it's a total setup, hopin' that you rappers fall in that

Dre said, "Hold your head up" (Huh?)—Kathy Griffin

Stackin' ammunition, slap the clip in, cock it back on competition

This is how I shot ahead (Pew)—Gabby Gifford

My attack is vicious, Jack the Ripper, back in business

Tyler create nothin', I see why you called yourself a ******, bitch

It's not just 'cause you lack attention

It's because you worship D12's balls, you're sack-religious

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 just two letters, the fans waited for this moment

Like that feature when I stole the show (Ha), sorry if I took forever (Haha)

[Chorus: Justin Vernon & Eminem]

Don't fall on my face (Yeah)

Don't fall on my faith, oh (I won't)

Don't fall on my fate (Line 'em up)

Don't fall on my faith, oh (Haha)

Don't fall on my fate (It's too easy)

[Verse 3: Eminem]

Just remember, I was here before you

And I'll be here after you make your run-in for you

Detractors, I'ma have to fuck Pitchfork with a corkscrew (Ah)

Just what the doctor ordered, revenge is the best medicine (Yeah)

Increase the dose, from least to most, and 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 MC the show

Every parasite needs a host (Haha)

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 (Yeah)

And I got no faith in your writers, I don't believe in ghosts

When rap needed it most, I was that wing and a prayer (Huh)

A beacon of hope, put a B-I-R-D in the air

Somewhere some kid is bumpin' 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 a scale of "turnt", you're "minus"

Mine says "very", yours says "hardly", and what's scary is you prob'ly

Can compare me to your car 'cause I'm just barely gettin' started (Woo)

And 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

Thrust my pelvic bone, use your telephone and go fetch me the remote

Put my feet up and just make myself at home (Yeah)

I belong here, clown, don't tell me 'bout the culture

I inspired 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, piss and moan

But I'm not gonna fall, bitch (Yeah)

[Outro: Justin Vernon]

It's too loud

Can't hear it coming down the hallway stairs from the parking lot

It's too loud

Three’s not a crowd all up in it

Slow fire