All She Wrote Lyrics - Eminem

Now I don't really care what you call me 

You can even call me cold 

These bitches 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 

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 

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Your train left; mascara and eggs smeared on your face 

Night's over, good bye ho I thought that I told ya 

That spilled nut ain't nothing to cry over 

Never should've came within range of my Rover 

Should've 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 fuckin' chip on my shoulder 

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

Trying to pull five bucks from me is like trying 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 bitch? you're already bi-polar! 

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Now I don't really care what you call me 

You can even call me cold 

These bitches 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 

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

Is never to let these tricks trick you 

Mighty ambiguous of you to think I love slut, shit 

Dig you a hole? Take the shovel and dig you some dignity, bitch 

Shit 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 fuck 'em TIP, it's cool 

I'm chilling like a villain like the penguin in its fucking igloo eating fudgesicles 

I'd rather slip and fall in shit than fall in love with you 

Before I tie a fucking knot I'd tie you in one bitch 

You think this is some Nintendo game how fucking 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 

Fuck 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 fucking cuss at you 

Like before I rapped I was a motherfucking stud 

Slut, this will 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 fuck Sizzler these checkers are bust like a blood blister 

Now I don't really care what you call me 

You can even call me cold 

These bitches 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 

Yeah I guess life is a bitch, ain't it TIP? And each one thinks they the shit 

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 shit 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 pricks 

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 

Now I don't really care what you call me 

You can even call me cold 

These bitches 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 

All she wrote, all she wrote 

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

All she wrote, all she wrote 

Ya, goodnight it's over, and that's all she wrote