Music video by Eminem performing Mask Off (Remix/Music Video). © 2021

Timestamps:
0:00 Intro
0:37 Track
3:20 Outro

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Lyrics:
Bitch, you have never said a clever line ever
You murderin' in the booth is the furthest thing from the truth
Rest assured, I'ma treat this booth like I'm pealin' off the plastic
On a pill bottle, I'm tearin' the ceilin' off, yeah
Rippin' rappers like they were wrapped in Saran, bitch
And I'm strapped up with ammunition and sin'le handedly takin' over the game
Like I had an actual hand missin', but I only need one to clap
Animal ambition, the only butt-fuckin' way that your strapped is for cash
Wish you could slap in the damn clip in that motherfuckin' imaginary little hand gun you're brandishin'
Bitch, if you pull up with the stick, it's a car with a manual transmission
The chances are low to none that I will overcome my bipolar one
Voodoo dolls, I'm just pokin' fun, pins to me are like loaded guns
When I'm holdin' one, if I'm just fiddlin' with it
This motherfucker discharges like me checkin' myself out of the fuckin' mental hospital
And I get off like an acquittal, I spit it, you critique it
It feels like I'm bein' belittled by midgets
It's like holdin' a nuke or a damn bazooka
And walkin' right up in the middle of a little kids fuckin' pillow fight with it
You want smoke? I'm like hookah
Man, I remember back when I use to get jumped for my fuckin' Pumas, run home and go fuck my room up
These streets will try to vacuum you up
That's why the avenue where I grew up was 8 Mile and Hoover (what?)
'Cause it sucked like a Roomba but even if I would've went the indie route
I don't have any doubt, I would still get blown like it's windy out
Shoot 'til the clip is emptied out
This is the beginnin' of the endin' but I'll put another clip in and spit these rounds
If I dig deep down but I'm in my bag like Fendi
Who am I offendin' now?
Got so many fuckin' detractors, feels like I'm gettin' plowed
Had to put my money on a diet, I got too many pounds
You would think I'm turnin' pages the way that I'm flippin' paper
Middle fingers, them bitches get to wavin' like friendly neighbors
I'm talkin' loot like I'm riotin', dick is so big I can't fit the entire thing through a tire swing
I don't think it would be logic for me to say I'm retirin'
But I should say bye-bye, earthlings, 'cause I'm back on Uranus, fuckin' up this "Grindin" beat, yeah
I took the pain and learned how to put that shit into a song
You listen for flaws and strip it and try to pick it apart
So when I am rippin', it's hard to tell whether if it is really because
Of how offensive I am, or just what a bitch that you are
Like I never had to get my clothes at fuckin' St. Vincent de Paul
Like I don't make sure every sentence and bar with a pencil is sharp, like I'm quick on the draw, yeah
So when I pull it, surprise (pull it, surprise), like Kendrick Lamar
You need to walk the Yellow Brick Road and find the chick with the dog 'cause y'all missin' a heart
Plus your bitch is givin' out brain like the Wizard of Oz
This shit is like sittin' in the principal office, gettin' scolded for skippin'
Y'all got detention tomorrow
I'm severe like Benzo withdrawal, bitch your skin's gonna crawl
I'm invincible, I've been through it all, like I never thought about just endin' it
'Til I got pissed off and put a fist through the wall
My back was against, now I rap like I'm possessed, that's nine tenths of the law.

Tags:
Eminem, Remix, Friday Night Cypher, Solo, Rap, Hip-hop, Future, Mask Off, Music Video, Mashup