[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: Eminem]

Wasn't ready to be a millionaire, I was ill-prepared

I was prepared to be ill, though, the skill was there

In the beginning, it wasn't 'bout the ends

It was 'bout bustin' raps and standin' for somethin'

Fuck an acronym

Cut the fuckin' act like you're happy, I'm fuckin' 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 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

Raise your hands up like it's 12 noon

Nah, homie, hold them bitches straight up

Wait until 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



[Hook: Liz Rodrigues]



[Verse 2: Eminem]

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 motherfucker and if I don't make the cut

What, like I give a fuck

I'mma light this bitch 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 hypin' '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 you might've mistook

Me for bowing out I ain't taking a bow

I'm stabbing myself with a fucking knife in the gut

While I'm wiping my butt

Cause I just shitted on the mic, and like getting cut

I get excited at the sight of my blood, you're in a fight with a nut

Cause I'mma 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, slut

It's survival of what?



[Hook: Liz Rodrigues]



[Verse 3: Eminem]

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 shit

Lift, breathe, your whole existence just consists of this

Refuse to quit, the fuse is lit, can't diffuse the wick

I don't do this music shit I lose my shit

Ain't got shit 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 showin' you the flow no one used

I don't own no diploma for school, I quit!

So there's nothing for me to fall back on, I know no other traits

So you'd better trade your fuckin' 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 fuck you!

Self esteem must be fuckin' shooting through the roof

Cause trust me

My skin is too thick and bullet proof to touch me

I can see why the fuck I disgust you!

I must be allergic to failure cause everytime I come close to it I just sneeze

I just go atchoo then achieve!



[Hook: Liz Rodrigues]