At my school, the school bell is this beat because the music club gets to choose what the school bell is so everytime it's the end of a class i get to listen to it (although it wasn't supposed to be eminem songs just makes me smile to think it is)
The swing is in the Groove! It sounds Quantized... With subtle off beat cut outs! The off beat keys! And as for the sample... I think it's called Marionette from the 1900's
Bro this is one of hiphops greatest if not its greatest psychological thriller ever. I dont understand why some people cant get on with this beat. Its one of the best ive heard in the past 5-7 years
Lyrics: Before I check the mic (check, check, one, two) I give it an extra swipe with a Lysol disinfectant wipe (good evening) Coronavirus in effect tonight Antiseptics on deck, I got every type (yeah) I throw on my tux, then I (yeah) give zero fucks, then I (yeah) Act like a jockstrap (uh), cup my nuts, then I (yeah) Check my ball hair (what?), make sure it's all there (yeah) Then call the pallbearer (yeah) It's Music to Be Murdered By again, why stop? Overkill like a pipe bomb in your pine box You're all hitched to my cock (what?) Went from punchin' a time clock to getting my shot Then treated it like a cyclops Like it's the only one I got And my thoughts are like nines cocked (chk-chk) Every line's obscene, pervertedest mind, got the dirtiest rhyme stocked That's why there's parental advising (visine) every time I drop (eye drop) So throw on the theme to Alfred, I'll channel him like the Panama Canal But how could I get up in arms about you saying trash is all that I put out? Bitch, I still get the bag when I'm putting garbage out Plus, the potty mouth, I'm not about to wash it out The filthiest, so all this talk about "I'm washed up", how preposterous Because if cleanliness is next to godliness It's obvious that it's impossible for me to be beside myself And I'm 'bout that capital like a proper noun Still on top the pile Got me sitting on numbers like a pocket dial Quick to call you out on your bullshit Don't make me give that crock a dial 'Cause if I do, it's see you later, alligator Made it out the trailer, then I made a vow to cater to no one So hate, I've gained about the same amount that's in my bank account So here's some more shit for you to complain about, I say the Bars that never slack, but always get attacked (yeah) I think they're gunnin' for me, it's startin' to feel like that Like I'm marked, 'cause when I rap, it's like fallin' on my back in a tar pit 'Cause I have this target on my back (ew, yuck) But if I ever double-crossed my fans and lost my Stans I'd probably pop five Xans (yeah) Go in my garage, start my van Inhale as much carbon monoxide and exhaust I can And doze off like But odds like that, with these thoughts I have's Like a giant getting squashed by ants If this is the test of time, I'd pass with flying colors Like I just tossed my crayons (tossed my crayons) Small, medium, and large size cans Sanitizers of all types, brands, cost nine bands Which is a small price for Lysol wipes and If my palms brush across my pants, I wash my hands Shit, hold on, man Motherfucker Happy birthday to- Fuck (shh, quiet) I sit in silence in candlelit environments Sipping Wild Irish while getting violent Homicidal visions when I'm spitting like this But really I'm just fulfilling my wish of killing rhymes Which is really childish and silly, but I'm really like this I'm giving nightmares to Billie Eilish, I'm Diddy's side bitch What the fuck? Hold on, wait "I'm Diddy's side bitch?" Oh, I'm still east side, bitch So until the E-N-D, since EPMD Been givin' y'all the business (yeah), D-R-E and me (yup) From the MMLP to MTBMB (bitch) Bitch, it's 2020, you still ain't seein' me (haha) So call me Santa Clause (Santa Clause) 'Cause at the present (yeah), I out-rap 'em all, I'm at the mall Got your bitch in a bathroom stall, she could suck a basketball (uh) Through a plastic straw (yeah) with a fractured jaw (damn) My dick is coat check (ha), she wanna jack it off (yeah) I'm so far past the bar, I should practice law Mentally, I'm fucked up General Lee (duh) Dukes of Hazzard car (yeah), get the cadaver dogs 'Cause this is murder, murder and you'll get murked, murked This music 'bout to kill you, brr, brr (brr) This chicken hit my phone, she said, "Chirp, chirp" I said, "Hut, hut, hike your skirt, skirt" Then go eat some worms, like the early bird What the fuck is love? That's a dirty word Make me fall in it, there's not a girl on Earth Or any other planet, that's a world of hurt And I won't buy a designer, 'cause I don't pander (panda) But I'm back with so many knots, I need a chiropractor (damn) And this the final chapter, 'cause I'm either frying after Or they gon' give me the needle (what?) like a vinyl scratcher (DJ) Yeah, I'm a card, like Hallmark At Walmart with a small cart buying wall art And y'all who claim to be dogs aren't No bite, like a tree, mostly just all bark, arf, arf But y'all pickin' the wrong tree They call me dog because I'm bar king (bark, bark) And I got a lot, yeah, like where cars park I'd describe it as bowling (why?) ball hard (ball's hard) 'Cause the gutter's where my mind is and when It's in this frame, better split like the five and the ten 'Cause without a second to spare, I'm strikin' again And when the beat is up my alley, I go right for the pens (pins) The cypher begins I'm talkin' smack like heroin, the mic's a syringe It's like a binge, Vicodin, I would liken to tin My mind is a recycling bin There's no place I never been But I never budge and I never bend You hyperextend on me, this game's life, it depends Like adult diapers for men Even when I'm rappin' less stellar It's sour grapes, I still whine, I'm the best seller Like a trey deuce, spray you as these shots penetrate through Dre's booth And go straight through your grapefruit, no escape route So you won't leave here just scathed with a few scrape wounds Your ass is grass and I am not gonna graze you But if bars were semi-mac's, I'd be the Mad Hatter 'Cause I got so many caps, and you don't have any straps (nah) So you'd be a fitted (yeah), so don't act like you fittin' to snap Bitch, I'll pee on your head like a Phillies hat (haha) No stoppin' me, you're on a window shopping spree Bitch, you probably go broke at the Dollar Tree You never buy shit, all you ever cop's a plea You're always punkin' out like Halloween You rather opt to flee, you need to stop it, punk Homie, you're not a G, act like you got the pump And you're gonna cock the heat or get the Glock and dump Bitch, if you shot a tree, you wouldn't pop the trunk Yeah, and I'm buddies with Alfred, we about to Disembowel them, gut 'em and scalp 'em, yeah This is 'bout to be the bloodiest outcome 'Cause we gon' make you bleed with every cut from this album So I'm choppin' 'em up like Dahmer The nut job with the nuts that are bigger than Jabba the Hutt I'm in the cut, and I'm out for the blood It's lookin' like it's that time of the month Carvin' 'em up with the bars while I sharpen 'em up, dog and a mutt I'm gonna fuck your mom in the butt with a thermometer Fuckin' phenomenal, but Y'all'll get cut the fuck up like abdominals if you don't vámonos I keep droppin' like dominos, the formidable, abominable Stompin' a mudhole in my comp even if it's off the top of the dome Son 'em, get the Coppertone, I'm at the Stop and Go coppin' the Mop and Glo Got your stomach in knots like you swallowed rope You out of pocket though, like a motherfuckin' wallet stole Wait, why'd the beat cut off? Fuck it
Beginning: How I march on, like tin soldiers. With these rocks in my feet, feeling like ten boulders. Rifle at my chest, aiming at the eye of the beholder. Locking and loading a rifle round, it cracks like a whip, the trigger sounds, calling my shots like McCall Brown. At the free throw line, I'm sweating pearls, garbled is my stomach, my bowels doing curls. Middle: Carrying out the face of death, it's my grand design, it's my final breath shocking myself back to life with that epineph carrying all these corpses there needs to be a time out a wrestled heft. Trying to calm my anguish, to no avail. My hearts long since stopped, my blood's gone stale. End: Trying to hide my cold gray skin between this layer of quims and new begins, plagues my battered body and shattered mind. So please, put the slug in my teeth won't you be kind?
A lot of these comments I assume are fake, i’m not speaking for them karmically. there was a better version of this beat that was made and posted but got taken down.
It's Music to Be Murdered By again, why stop? Underdog based on the underest why not? 점점 꺼멓게 변해가는 칼날 then I use it to hynox 날 안 믿어준 사람까지 눈길 못피해 like 한파 I'm so high like 유아인 and I'm hot like swings 한번만 듣고도 익혀 구라질, 기믹 So look at me 이제 누가 니 위니? I'm that 1% of rappers in korea 미안 티미위니 I still don't give a fuck about you 다들 잠깐 내려와서 이것좀 먹어봐유 궁금하면 직접 봐 여긴 Homer's garden 노란 겉멋가득한 애들이 먼저왔어 sorry I'm full It's Rated R soon 개봉해 곧장 담주 붙들어잡구 예매하라구 극중 섞인 참수 부족해 how many times I fucked these animals 보다도 carnival gang It's alchemy they're on endemic 랩이 쉽단 새끼들 실패했니?
I sit in silence In candlelit environments Sipping Wild Irish While getting violent Homicidal visions when I’m spitting like this But really I’m just Fulfilling my wish Of killing rhymes Which is really childish And silly, but I’m really like this I’m giving nightmares To Billie Eilish I’m Diddy’s side bitch.
The swing is in the Groove! It sounds Quantized... With subtle off beat cut outs! The off beat keys! And as for the sample... I think it's called Marionette from the 1900's
why isn't this popular?? IT'S THE BEST INSTRUMENTAL I COULD FIND ON YT THAT'S SIMILAR TO THE ORIGINAL SONG❤
It's the original
Yeah just Alfred Hitchcock's Theme
He used an AI to remove the voice from it
Yep of course its fire 🔥
I AGREE MAN
The beats this song has is just UNDERRATED AF
its soo gooodd
At my school, the school bell is this beat because the music club gets to choose what the school bell is so everytime it's the end of a class i get to listen to it (although it wasn't supposed to be eminem songs just makes me smile to think it is)
@@h.h4417 I a grea
the beat sounds very much like em's old 'go to sleep' song beat
Sounds like dimentio's theme for some reason
this instrumental it's insane. the song in general gives me chiil. especially the video part where there are the dancing crows xD.
I've finally found someone who thinks the same as me. The beat and flow switch nearly made me faint.
@@thepriceyone8383 yeah but for me atleast it gets old pretty quick listening to it
@@kixakii436 but it gets new every time you listen to it
49 likes let me fix that
2:15 - 2:30 and 4:44 - 5:03 favorite parts
I'm diddy's side bitch?
Ikr, it sounds like a song that would be used in like a happy tree friends type horror movie, its so good
Same🔥
I AM FREAKISH I SCARE BILLIE EILISH
4:23 that part is so sick 🥵
bro my body automatically starts dancing
Frrrr
The swing is in the Groove! It sounds Quantized... With subtle off beat cut outs! The off beat keys! And as for the sample... I think it's called Marionette from the 1900's
My favourite Em song
Such a contrasting beat to the lyrics- for a bar heavy track
Making this my ringtone rn
This is the Original! Alfred Hitchcock Intro Theme (Funeral March Of A Marionette)
Bro this is one of hiphops greatest if not its greatest psychological thriller ever. I dont understand why some people cant get on with this beat. Its one of the best ive heard in the past 5-7 years
This is giving clown in the circus theme, or like something similar 😭 I love it
Lyrics:
Before I check the mic (check, check, one, two)
I give it an extra swipe with a Lysol disinfectant wipe (good evening)
Coronavirus in effect tonight
Antiseptics on deck, I got every type (yeah)
I throw on my tux, then I (yeah) give zero fucks, then I (yeah)
Act like a jockstrap (uh), cup my nuts, then I (yeah)
Check my ball hair (what?), make sure it's all there (yeah)
Then call the pallbearer (yeah)
It's Music to Be Murdered By again, why stop?
Overkill like a pipe bomb in your pine box
You're all hitched to my cock (what?)
Went from punchin' a time clock to getting my shot
Then treated it like a cyclops
Like it's the only one I got
And my thoughts are like nines cocked (chk-chk)
Every line's obscene, pervertedest mind, got the dirtiest rhyme stocked
That's why there's parental advising (visine) every time I drop (eye drop)
So throw on the theme to Alfred, I'll channel him like the Panama Canal
But how could I get up in arms about you saying trash is all that I put out?
Bitch, I still get the bag when I'm putting garbage out
Plus, the potty mouth, I'm not about to wash it out
The filthiest, so all this talk about "I'm washed up", how preposterous
Because if cleanliness is next to godliness
It's obvious that it's impossible for me to be beside myself
And I'm 'bout that capital like a proper noun
Still on top the pile
Got me sitting on numbers like a pocket dial
Quick to call you out on your bullshit
Don't make me give that crock a dial
'Cause if I do, it's see you later, alligator
Made it out the trailer, then I made a vow to cater to no one
So hate, I've gained about the same amount that's in my bank account
So here's some more shit for you to complain about, I say the
Bars that never slack, but always get attacked (yeah)
I think they're gunnin' for me, it's startin' to feel like that
Like I'm marked, 'cause when I rap, it's like fallin' on my back in a tar pit
'Cause I have this target on my back (ew, yuck)
But if I ever double-crossed my fans and lost my Stans
I'd probably pop five Xans (yeah)
Go in my garage, start my van
Inhale as much carbon monoxide and exhaust I can
And doze off like
But odds like that, with these thoughts I have's
Like a giant getting squashed by ants
If this is the test of time, I'd pass with flying colors
Like I just tossed my crayons (tossed my crayons)
Small, medium, and large size cans
Sanitizers of all types, brands, cost nine bands
Which is a small price for Lysol wipes and
If my palms brush across my pants, I wash my hands
Shit, hold on, man
Motherfucker
Happy birthday to-
Fuck (shh, quiet)
I sit in silence in candlelit environments
Sipping Wild Irish while getting violent
Homicidal visions when I'm spitting like this
But really I'm just fulfilling my wish of killing rhymes
Which is really childish and silly, but I'm really like this
I'm giving nightmares to Billie Eilish, I'm Diddy's side bitch
What the fuck? Hold on, wait
"I'm Diddy's side bitch?"
Oh, I'm still east side, bitch
So until the E-N-D, since EPMD
Been givin' y'all the business (yeah), D-R-E and me (yup)
From the MMLP to MTBMB (bitch)
Bitch, it's 2020, you still ain't seein' me (haha)
So call me Santa Clause (Santa Clause)
'Cause at the present (yeah), I out-rap 'em all, I'm at the mall
Got your bitch in a bathroom stall, she could suck a basketball (uh)
Through a plastic straw (yeah) with a fractured jaw (damn)
My dick is coat check (ha), she wanna jack it off (yeah)
I'm so far past the bar, I should practice law
Mentally, I'm fucked up General Lee (duh)
Dukes of Hazzard car (yeah), get the cadaver dogs
'Cause this is murder, murder and you'll get murked, murked
This music 'bout to kill you, brr, brr (brr)
This chicken hit my phone, she said, "Chirp, chirp"
I said, "Hut, hut, hike your skirt, skirt"
Then go eat some worms, like the early bird
What the fuck is love? That's a dirty word
Make me fall in it, there's not a girl on Earth
Or any other planet, that's a world of hurt
And I won't buy a designer, 'cause I don't pander (panda)
But I'm back with so many knots, I need a chiropractor (damn)
And this the final chapter, 'cause I'm either frying after
Or they gon' give me the needle (what?) like a vinyl scratcher (DJ)
Yeah, I'm a card, like Hallmark
At Walmart with a small cart buying wall art
And y'all who claim to be dogs aren't
No bite, like a tree, mostly just all bark, arf, arf
But y'all pickin' the wrong tree
They call me dog because I'm bar king (bark, bark)
And I got a lot, yeah, like where cars park
I'd describe it as bowling (why?) ball hard (ball's hard)
'Cause the gutter's where my mind is and when
It's in this frame, better split like the five and the ten
'Cause without a second to spare, I'm strikin' again
And when the beat is up my alley, I go right for the pens (pins)
The cypher begins
I'm talkin' smack like heroin, the mic's a syringe
It's like a binge, Vicodin, I would liken to tin
My mind is a recycling bin
There's no place I never been
But I never budge and I never bend
You hyperextend on me, this game's life, it depends
Like adult diapers for men
Even when I'm rappin' less stellar
It's sour grapes, I still whine, I'm the best seller
Like a trey deuce, spray you as these shots penetrate through Dre's booth
And go straight through your grapefruit, no escape route
So you won't leave here just scathed with a few scrape wounds
Your ass is grass and I am not gonna graze you
But if bars were semi-mac's, I'd be the Mad Hatter
'Cause I got so many caps, and you don't have any straps (nah)
So you'd be a fitted (yeah), so don't act like you fittin' to snap
Bitch, I'll pee on your head like a Phillies hat (haha)
No stoppin' me, you're on a window shopping spree
Bitch, you probably go broke at the Dollar Tree
You never buy shit, all you ever cop's a plea
You're always punkin' out like Halloween
You rather opt to flee, you need to stop it, punk
Homie, you're not a G, act like you got the pump
And you're gonna cock the heat or get the Glock and dump
Bitch, if you shot a tree, you wouldn't pop the trunk
Yeah, and I'm buddies with Alfred, we about to
Disembowel them, gut 'em and scalp 'em, yeah
This is 'bout to be the bloodiest outcome
'Cause we gon' make you bleed with every cut from this album
So I'm choppin' 'em up like Dahmer
The nut job with the nuts that are bigger than Jabba the Hutt
I'm in the cut, and I'm out for the blood
It's lookin' like it's that time of the month
Carvin' 'em up with the bars while I sharpen 'em up, dog and a mutt
I'm gonna fuck your mom in the butt with a thermometer
Fuckin' phenomenal, but
Y'all'll get cut the fuck up like abdominals if you don't vámonos
I keep droppin' like dominos, the formidable, abominable
Stompin' a mudhole in my comp even if it's off the top of the dome
Son 'em, get the Coppertone, I'm at the Stop and Go coppin' the Mop and Glo
Got your stomach in knots like you swallowed rope
You out of pocket though, like a motherfuckin' wallet stole
Wait, why'd the beat cut off?
Fuck it
ok
Yall got it bar for bar, that's litt🔥🔥🔥🔥
this beat is so sick
Exactly what I was looking for.
Absolutely love it
This rap beat is really
unique🔥 I really love it❤️
_me making this as my background music for a school project vlog_
It's all fun game until your teacher knows this song
@@Video_crumbs edit it and write it as "its all fun and games until your teacher knows this song"
yep i would love to see it man
I just made a rap song for extra credit in my science class to this beat 😂
2:15 - 2:31 sounds so good!!
thanks just what i was looking for
This hits different in x2 speed
Best one out there
Alfred Hitchcock would put this on his show as his new intro ngl😂
When the drum hits this ins is mental
Silliest instrumental I’ve ever heard
You are the best
PLAY IT AT 2X IT HITS SO HARD
DAMN
Awesome thank you!
It’s good asf bruh
I love the 🎵 🎶 🎵 song
2:15 is the part for me
If you want foundation repair, you want foundation repair...
I freestyles to this beat so much
Wait, why'd the beat cut off?
Fuck it
Fuck it
fuck it
Fuck it
Dre gone home
we'll do whatever it takes to get the JoJ
🙏🏼
Why does this sounds like thomas and friends Alfred (the loaned b12) theme?
Spooky Scary Skeletons type beat
Can you do "halfway me" by KXNG CROOKED please??? I can't find that instrumental anywhere!
im not really a fan of eminem but this instrumental 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
why not
@@GodzillaKaijuGK rap music isnt my type, some of the rap songs are very good tho
My favourite part: 0:00 - 5:39
Is it just me, or is the ringtone kinda like the fnaf 1 ringtone at 1:16? Maybe stock sound effect?
This was clearly not reproduced mr. Stan did it best
Beginning:
How I march on, like tin soldiers.
With these rocks in my feet, feeling like ten boulders.
Rifle at my chest, aiming at the eye of the beholder.
Locking and loading a rifle round, it cracks like a whip, the trigger sounds, calling my shots like McCall Brown.
At the free throw line, I'm sweating pearls, garbled is my stomach, my bowels doing curls.
Middle:
Carrying out the face of death, it's my grand design, it's my final breath shocking myself back to life with that epineph carrying all these corpses there needs to be a time out a wrestled heft.
Trying to calm my anguish, to no avail.
My hearts long since stopped, my blood's gone stale.
End:
Trying to hide my cold gray skin between this layer of quims and new begins, plagues my battered body and shattered mind.
So please, put the slug in my teeth won't you be kind?
Personally recommend listening to this on 1.25x speed
2x just hits different though
hoh sis
0:26
mhm
is this copyrighted?
A lot of these comments I assume are fake, i’m not speaking for them karmically. there was a better version of this beat that was made and posted but got taken down.
What’s this looney tune ahh beat?
It's Music to Be Murdered By again, why stop?
Underdog based on the underest why not?
점점 꺼멓게 변해가는 칼날 then I use it to hynox
날 안 믿어준 사람까지 눈길 못피해 like 한파
I'm so high like 유아인 and I'm hot like swings
한번만 듣고도 익혀 구라질, 기믹
So look at me 이제 누가 니 위니?
I'm that 1% of rappers in korea 미안 티미위니
I still don't give a fuck about you
다들 잠깐 내려와서 이것좀 먹어봐유
궁금하면 직접 봐 여긴 Homer's garden
노란 겉멋가득한 애들이 먼저왔어 sorry I'm full
It's Rated R soon 개봉해 곧장 담주
붙들어잡구 예매하라구 극중 섞인 참수
부족해 how many times I fucked these animals
보다도 carnival gang
It's alchemy they're on endemic 랩이 쉽단 새끼들 실패했니?
Bad piggys ahh instrumental
2:18 that’s when the beat went too hard
I sit in silence
In candlelit environments
Sipping Wild Irish
While getting violent
Homicidal visions when
I’m spitting like this
But really I’m just
Fulfilling my wish
Of killing rhymes
Which is really childish
And silly, but I’m really like this
I’m giving nightmares
To Billie Eilish
I’m Diddy’s side bitch.
There’s no swing in the drums at all.
The swing is in the Groove! It sounds Quantized... With subtle off beat cut outs! The off beat keys! And as for the sample... I think it's called Marionette from the 1900's
1:48 best part XD😂😂😂😅😂😂😅😂😅
4:42 that piano
0:29 ~
goofy ahh beat💀
Bro used ray man background music
You think that's goofy? Try it at 2x speed
2:15
Bro used rayman music
Exactly my thoughts xD
Something that would come from an indie platformer like Rayman or Cuphead
This is Hitchcock's Funeral March Of A Marionette
Goofy ahh beat 🤓