Go to Sleep [Croatian translation]

[Verse 1: Eminem]

I ain't gonna eat, I ain't gonna sleep

Ain't gonna breathe 'til I see what I wanna see

And what I wanna see is you go to sleep in the dirt

Permanently; you're just being hurt

This ain't gonna work for me, it just wouldn't be

Sufficient enough 'cause we are just gonna be

Enemies as long as we breathe, I don't ever see

Either of us comin' to terms where we can agree

There ain't gonna be no reasonin' speakin' with me

You speak on my seed, then me no speak-a Inglés

So we gonna beef, and keep on beefin', unless

You're gonna agree to meet with me in the flesh

And settle this face-to-face, and you're gonna see

A demon unleashed in me that you've never seen

And you're gonna see this gangster pee on himself

I see you D12, and thanks, but me need no help

Me do this one all by my lonely, I don't need 15 of my homies

When I see you, I'm seein' you, me and you only

We never met, but best believe you gon' know me

When I'm this close to see you exposed as phony

Come on, bitch, show me! Pick me up, throw me!

Lift me up, hold me—just like you told me

You was gonna do, that's what I thought, you're pitiful

I'm rid of you, all of you, Ja, you'll get it too

[Chorus: Eminem]

Now go to sleep, bitch! Die, motherfucker, die!

Ugh, time's up, bitch, close your eyes!

Go to sleep, bitch! Why are you still alive?

How many times I gotta say, close your eyes!

And go to sleep, bitch! Die, motherfucker die!

Bye, bye, motherfucker, bye, bye!

Go to sleep, bitch! Why are you still alive?

Why? Die, motherfucker! Ah, ah, ah, go to sleep, bitch!

[Verse 2: Obie Trice]

We got you niggas nervous, on purpose

To hurt your focus, you's not MC's

You's worthless, you's not them G's

You's a circus, you's no appeal, please

You's curtains, you use words Kool Herc slurred

In two-thousand-third: you's perpin'

You's no threat, who's you servin'?

When lyrically oughta bury you beneath the dirt when

You fuck with a label overseein' the Earth

Shady, mothafucka, O. Trice's birth

And as I mold I become more cursed

So we can put down the verse, take it to the turf

Cock and squeeze, and he who reach the hearse

Is he who depicts fiction in his verse

And as I breathe, and you be deceased

The world believe you deceived just to speak

You's not the streets, you's the desk

Use not your chest, nigga, use a vest

Before tools choose your rest, you chose death

Six feet deep, nigga, that's the depth

[Chorus: Eminem]

Now go to sleep, bitch! Die, motherfucker, die!

Ugh, time's up, bitch, close your eyes!

Go to sleep, bitch! Why are you still alive?

How many times I gotta say, close your eyes!

And go to sleep, bitch! Die, motherfucker die!

Bye, bye, motherfucker, bye, bye!

Go to sleep, bitch! Why are you still alive?

Why? Die, motherfucker! Ah, ah, ah, go to sleep, bitch!

[Verse 3: DMX]

Hey dog, I'ma walk like a beast, talk like the streets

I'ma stay blazin' New York with the heat

Stalk on the beat, walk with my feet

Understand my pain, the rain ain't sleet

Peep how I'm movin', peep where I'm goin'

Shit don't seep, then sleep not knowin'

But I'ma keep growin', gettin' larger than life

Easy goin' with the same one that started the fight

He be knowin' how dog get when dog don't bite

Tried to show him the dog shit, it's dog for life

Grand Champ, and my Blood Line is tight

'Cause it's all good, it's all right

Niggas tried to holla but couldn't holla back

Now they got to swallow everything in the sack

Blood Line, and we can go track for track

Damn, dog, why'd you have to do them niggas like that?

[Chorus: Eminem]

Now go to sleep, bitch! Die, motherfucker, die!

Ugh, time's up, bitch, close your eyes!

Go to sleep, bitch! Why are you still alive?

How many times I gotta say, close your eyes!

And go to sleep, bitch! Die, motherfucker die!

Bye, bye, motherfucker, bye, bye!

Go to sleep, bitch! Why are you still alive?

Why? Die, motherfucker! Ah, ah, ah, go to sleep, bitch!

[Outro: Eminem]

All you motherfuckers, take that!

Here, take this too, bitch!

Uh, uh, uh, uh, wahoo

We're killing all you motherfuckers dead

All of you! Fake-ass gangsters!

No more press! No more press!

Rot, motherfuckers, rot!

Decay, in the dirt, bitch, in the motherfuckin' dirt!

Die nameless, bitch! Die nameless!

No more fame! Ahh, hahahaha

Yo, X, come on, man! Obie, let's go! Ha ha