Head Honcho Lyrics – Eminem, Ez Mil

Read the full Head Honcho lyrics by Eminem and Ez Mil along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Eminem’s music, you can also explore Guess Who’s Back (Skit) and Somebody Save Me, two other songs by Eminem.

[Verse 1: Ez Mil]
Doing my best just to not blow my cover
Know it’s all just a test, but I can’t pass up this hunger
There’s still a hole in my chest and I’m tryna strap it with numbers
All you hoes got your checks, but I’m a queen when I run up
Cross a king with my hunters, shooting threes in abundance
Rookie Gs acting thuggish, you’re pawns to me, shut the fu*k up
Annihilation‘s what we love, steady hitting, getting dodged
Just wait ’til we get the guns out
Kwarenta-singko na kalibre o nuwebe, ‘kaw na bahala
Sa dinami-rami mong mali, utak mo lang may tama
Sa kitid mo mag-isip, pare, ‘la ka man lang na banat
Naglalim-laliman, ang sarap mong ilublob sa dagat
‘Di kailangang magpatunay sa sinuman na nakikinig
‘Di masasalag ng sintido o ng iyong bibig
Picture this, I might be a hero to your little kid
Or a villain, either way, I’m the fu*king head

[Chorus: Ez Mil]
I’m the head honcho, money come from my flow
Que hubole, blanco? Then get the bread pronto (Uh-huh)
Yeah, I’m the head honcho, money come from my flow, yeah
Que hubole, blanco? (Uh) Then get the bread pronto (Look, I got)

[Verse 2: Ez Mil]
Got loose strips, two grip, that’s the s*it I’m smooth with
I’m the new kid that these fathers can’t fool with
Send my new slips as tightly than how these boots fit
I got that new drip that drowned titanical cruise ships
Don’t you dib and dabble too close
Just watch us from the distance, I don’t fu*k with all that glucose
You fall and need assistance, I could do the same, but who knows?
I’d rather say, “Good riddance,” Jack the Ripper ripping paroles
Annihilate with persistence to try to say something different
But by today, I’m just spitting to rhyme while making a living
But mama say that I’m different, she proud of how I do business
I kinda resemble Hitman that got away from the killing

[Chorus: Ez Mil & Eminem]
I’m the head honcho, money come from my flow
Que hubole, blanco? Then get the bread pronto
Yeah, I’m the head honcho, they call me the boss, though
You can call me Marshall, then get the bread pronto (Yo)

[Verse 3: Eminem]
You don’t relate to me, guess you never been angry or sad (Hm)
Or maybe just have never had to face any adversity
Take any ass whippings, I basically had
To see some s*it that’d make you faint like you’re faking a jab (Pu*sy)
B!tch, you wish you had a life like mine, yeah
You just fantasize the s*it you write, you guys like lying, yeah
Everything you ever been through multiplied by nine (What?)
Ain’t even half the s*it I went through by the time I was five (Like, what?)
Saw my uncle get stabbed, took a knife right in the abs, yeah
And all he was tryna do was get my tricycle back, yeah
The one that Boogie, Malcolm and Isaac just jacked
After they jumped me and stomped me (Boom) and hit me twice with a bat (Ugh)
Was five and a half, second time I survived an attack
Two twins, they call themselves the bulldogs (Hrr), white kids and fat
I was too frightened to scrap (Ha), I didn’t fight or hit back
And you wonder why is it that I treat a mic like a gat?
Fully loaded, but I pull it, a bullet from out a barrel the size (Brr) of a derringer flies
That’s how I would characterize lyrics
But America, I could see the fear in your eyes
You saw my terrible side, the blonde hair and blue eyes
Now, the writing is on the wall like graffiti still
If you’re having trouble reading, we’ll make it simple, he’s Ezekiel
Easy name to remember (Why?)
‘Cause his rap name is the same as like ten minutes on stage is for me (Oh), easy mill
Or should I say measly mill? (Haha)
Yeah, ’cause as sure as Ma used to feed me
Sleeping pills to keep me, yeah, sleepy still, it was creepy
‘Cause indeed, she (What?) could’ve easily Casey Anthony’d me, yeah
These rappers, I’m above ’em, but punching down ain’t beneath me (Nope)
Cold as the wind chill factor, but the fact is I don’t know when to chill
But every time I come out, they expect me to fu*king reinvent the wheel
Rappers get praised for spitting bars with less than the tenth of skill
Imbecile on the ledge like a Benzo pill on a windowsill
Now “cancelled” ain’t the word for me
You need a term that’s probably stronger than dirty laundry (Hell)
This controversy got me in the worst of quandaries
Feel like the Earth’s axis, the world’s turning on me
Like them cops in Akron, Ohio with Jayland Walker
Ain’t caught this much flak in a while (Nah) since back as a child (Damn)
And all I did was say like one thing bad then it spiraled
Saw you cracking a smile (Haha), then relapsed into my old ways
Back into vile (Yup)
Guess there ain’t no civilizing a savage and I don’t (No)
Give a fu*k if you hate me worse than each track on Revival (Huh)
B!tch, I’m back like a spinal, yeah, get it cracking like chiros (It’s the)
It’s the coup de grāce, I’m cruder than removing claws from a cougar’s paws
And throwing it back in the wild (Fu*k)
But you taming me? ain’t gonna happen and I’ll
Live on planet denial (Ha) for the rest of my life
But you’ll be a stan ’til I die, though (Ha)
(You’ll be a stan ’til I die, though)