Video F Mole de Eminem 2024 Cristiana Lyrics

Eminem - F Mole Lyrics

Intro:
I Smack UP Wit' A Bag Of Stacks (Damn!)
She Pull UP With A Rag Of Facts (Damn!)
Square Table In The Dark, Thats Just How We Act (Vroom!)
I Fucking Pull Up Wit' My Glock, These Niggas Need To Ask (Damn!)

Verse 1:
Remember nights cold and hungry as hell? (Shit!)
A Smacked Johns Ass Just Like A Bell (Smack!)
I Bet His Old Doesn't Know How To Spell (Haha!)
Since Diana And Francis, Bitch I'll Make Them Swell (Ow!)
I Mean Black Rappers Just Need To Get Rid Of Their Souls, Go Sell!
If We Ever Make It To 2024, Just Let Me Tell You, Go Fuck The Shell
Hairy Barbizon As Fucking Makes Me Wanna Die (Gunshot)
I Heard P. Diddy, Wanted To Fly (Bitch)
MY Children Are On The Couch "Fuck You Watching"? Henati!
Yo, listen up, it’s time to expose
Francis Mole, you think you know?
In this rap game, I’m stealing your show
Step back kid it’s about to blow!
Your style is dated like an old school flip phone
It cracks me up harder than my dad's dad jokes at home
Claiming that throne while I'm switching my tone
Boy got more ego than talent alone!
Yeah, society's quick with their pitchforks and flames
Branding him guilty without knowing real names
Judgment day sentencing on hearsay alone—
Where’s our compassion when we carve at the bone?
See kids get hurt and it cuts me deep too;
But through all this noise can we find something true?
Like piecing together bits from shattered glass—
Finding out if this shadow even gobbles or gasps
Yo, Diana in the chat, always talkin' ‘bout the beef
Like every single dinner’s a reality TV freak
Francis is my boy but you keep spinnin’ that tale
Chorus:
Diana! Can we put the beef to rest?
Every word feels like nails straight into my chest
Shut the hell up about it; just give it a break!
We don’t need these bitch ass fights—now that's what I call fake

Verse 2:
From “Baby One More Time" to that "Toxic” groove
Every song's a banger and they’ve got me in the mood
Catch your vibe in the airwaves—sippin' on nostalgia
With every note you hit; it's like I'm caught in euphoria
But hold up wait—I ain’t all about murder
Just wanna expose ya like your pedophile mysteries
Got bars full of passion mixed heavy with rage
I’m turning each page till they lock me in cage।
So lifeline is short ‘n’ mine’s getting burned
Hear those whispers calling from lessons learned
Justice could fucking come but don’t push too far
‘Cause even innocent plans can leave permanent scars
With every breathe taken feels closer to fate
It ain’t just about hating; life alters state
Trying to escape these thoughts running wild
Instead of losing grip , let go –be beguiled

Chorus:
Diana! Can we put the beef to rest?
Every word feels like nails straight into my chest
Shut the hell up about it; just give it a break!
We don’t need these bitch ass fights—now that's what I call fake
Verse 3: (Eminem)
Here I am in the living room (Here I am!)
Baby fast asleep in the living womb fuck that (Snooze)
If I fall off, just put me in a little tomb (Ugh!)
I'll be underground making beats, QUEEF JERKY to the moon
Hit 'em, yeah
Don't quiet quit 'em
I got problems with 'em
I just farted in 'em
I just lost a limb from my uncle Tim
Even on a whim
I don't shave, I trim
I don't shave, I trim, I don't save a limb
Trumpets and crumpets and yummy baked goods
I eat it all up like a growing boy should
I take a sip of fucking my tea
Yeah, delicious
I take a bite of your mom
So nutritious
Hold on, let me pop this bottle
I want another 3D model
I gotta tinkle so I waddle
I never fuck but I bitch around

Chorus:
Diana! Can we put the beef to rest?
Every word feels like nails straight into my chest
Shut the hell up about it; just give it a break!
We don’t need these bitch ass fights—now that's what I call fake
Outro:
Shady's Back!
Warning You
Fuck Francis
Maybe Mole
Fuck Him
Fuck Him
Fuck Him
Fuck Him
Diana Fuck You Too
I Found Your Address
3 Wilkes St New York. Fucking Kill Him