All She Wrote (Solo Version)

[Hook: Eminem]

Now, I don't really care what you call me

You can even call me cold

These b*****s knew as soon as they saw me

It's never me they'll get the privilege to know

I roll like a desperado

Now I never know where I'm gonna go

Still I ball like there's no tomorrow

Until it's over and that's all she wrote

[Verse 1: Eminem]

You're starin' straight into a barrel of hate, terrible fate

Not even a slim chance to make a narrow escape

Cupid shot his arrow and missed – wait, Sarah, you're late

Your train left, mascara and eggs smeared on your face

Night's over, goodbye, ho, I thought that I told ya

That spilled nut ain't nothin' to cry over

Never shoulda came within range of my Rover

Shoulda known I was trouble soon as I rolled up

Any chick who's dumb enough after I blindfold her

To still come back to the crib must want me to mess with her mind

Hold up, she mistook me for some high roller

Well, I won't buy her soda unless it's Rock & Rye Cola

(Faygo's cheaper) Buy you a bag of Fritos?

I wouldn't let you eat the ******' chip on my shoulder

If you was bleach and I was hair I wouldn't die for ya

Tryin' to pull five bucks from me is like tryin' to pull five molars

You'll get your eyes swoll up

I'm on my straight grizzly, so why would I buy you a gay-ass teddy bear?

*****, you're already bi-polar

[Hook: Eminem]

Now, I don't really care what you call me

You can even call me cold

These b*****s knew as soon as they saw me

It's never me they'll get the privilege to know

I roll like a desperado

Now I never know where I'm gonna go

Still I ball like there's no tomorrow

Until it's over and that's all she wrote

[Verse 2: Eminem]

TIP told me on this ho tip, best tip I could give you to hip you

Is never to let these tricks trick you

Mighty ambiguous of you to think I love you slut, s**t

Dig you, ho? Take a shovel and dig you some dignity, *****!

S**t, you talk about some advice that sticks with you

If I should listen to anyone, tell me to stick to my guns

Like double stick, it's you, but **** ‘em, TIP, it's cool

I'm chillin' like a villain

Like the penguin in its ******' igloo eating fudgesicles

I’d rather slip and fall in s**t than fall in love with you

Before I tie the ******' knot I’d tie you in one, *****

You think this is some Nintendo game, how ******' dumb is you?

I’ll give you some lumps before I split some lump sums with you

So here’s a penny for your thoughts

But it won’t buy you a cheeseburger

But a nickel might just get you one pickle

**** it, it's official, so blow the whistle, I got a trust issue

There's a bombshell: Scud missile

Like I just cuss at you to ******' cuss at you

Like before I rapped I was a ************' stud, slut, this'll

Teach you not to come drunk stumbling my way, for shizzle

I still live like I budget a Gilbert's Lodge check stub, bizzle

So **** Sizzler! These checkers are bust like a blood blister

[Hook: Eminem]

Now, I don't really care what you call me

You can even call me cold

These b*****s knew as soon as they saw me

It's never me they'll get the privilege to know

I roll like a desperado

Now I never know where I'm gonna go

Still I ball like there's no tomorrow

Until it's over and that's all she wrote

[Verse 3: Eminem]

Yeah, I guess life is a ***** – ain’t it, TIP?

And each one thinks they the s**t

Shirt off my back? I wouldn't give you the dirt off my handkerchief

I’m givin' these hoes a dose of their own medicine

Let 'em get a good taste of it

I’m sure you got that relationship memo by now

But in case you didn't

I’ll stick this whole pad full of sticky notes to your forehead and staple it

Life is too short and I got no time to sit around just wastin' it

So I pace this s**t a little bit quicker; that clock, I'm racin' it

Double timin' it, but I still spit triple the amount of insults

In a tenth of the time that it may take you p***ks

To catch on; while you strong arm like Stretch Armstrong

Man, I still say K-mart's like there's an apostrophe "S" on it, dog

And they say McDonalds isn’t a restaurant, well, I guess I’m wrong

But if you gonna tell me that A&W ain't the spot

For the best hot dogs, you can get the F on, dawg

[Hook: Eminem]

Now, I don't really care what you call me

You can even call me cold

These b*****s knew as soon as they saw me

It's never me they'll get the privilege to know

I roll like a desperado

Now I never know where I'm gonna go

Still I ball like there's no tomorrow

Until it's over and that's all she wrote

[Outro: T.I.]

All she wrote, all she wrote

I said it's over and that's all she wrote

All she wrote, all she wrote

Yeah, goodnight, it’s over

And that's all she wrote