313

Artist: eminem f/ eye-kyueye-kyu: now what you know about a sweet mc, from the 313
None of these skills you bout to see come free
So you wanna be a sweet mc, you gotta become me
If you ever wanna be one see

Eminem: man what you know about a sweet mc, in the 313
None of these skills you bout to see come free
So you wanna be a sweet mc, you better become me
If you ever wanna be one see

Verse 1: eye-kyu
Yo some people say I’m whack, now if that’s right
I’m the freshest whack mc that you ever heard, in your lifetime
My slick accapella sounds clever with the beats
Boy I’m the deepest thing since potholes to ever hit the streets
Forgot a gold digger’s succubus , my souls thick with ruggedness
With the mic I’m like a dyke, can’t no nigga fuck with this
I got more different strokes than philip drummound
On open mic I bone your women just to keep my lyrics coming (bitch)
We elevated to new heights premeditated
Let it be that I stated they hate it now that they see that I made it
The escalated can be put to the test of greatness
Snatch the heart from mc’s and I ate it
So I take it that’s the reason I’m hated
To represent my temperment
If rap was a dick all you so called hard mc’s would not be impitant
But pimping it, and acting like you could rock a show (so)
Harder than ll’s rock the bells, but you is a ho (now)
Everything that you collaborate I lacerate
My rhymes they keep coming like nympho maniacs that masturbate
At a faster rate, yeah I got something for your ass to hate
I blasterate, and have you all running master gates
And as for face clutching and touching the flows
I got them open like marijuana smoke up in your nose
Bucking these hoes, I got that shit down to a science
Leaving them hot and bothered, turned on like an appliance
Defiance, no we won’t have that
You want your shit to blow up?
Well i’ma stuff some dynamite in your ass crack
And blast that shit to kingdom come
Then bring them some of this real hip-hop
I drop beats and you ain’t singing or gonna do a thing about
And you all knew from meeko
That you couldn’t hold your own with the strength of lou forigno
So stop that bullshit and flow
Yo, you need to come with the real skills, and act like you know

Chorus: eminem
So what you know about a sweet mc, in the 313
None of these skills you bout to see come free
So you wanna be a sweet mc, you better become me
If you ever wanna be one see

Eye-kyu: now what you know about a sweet mc, from the 313
None of these skills you bout to see come free
So you wanna be the sweet mc, you gotta become me
If you ever wanna be one see

Verse 2: eminem
So what, you know about a sweet mc, in the 313
You don’t know shit so when you see one flee
You can be run-d, you’ll never beat the mc
I’ll stop the alphabet at s and got it down to a t
I’m sure your bound to agree, a sweet mc crashes the spot
I’ll make the roof hot like I was rock master scott
Your ass forgot, so just in case you don’t remember me
I’ll run your brain around the block to jog your fucking memory
It’s either them or me man, kill or be killed
You will and be sealed your casket closed you still gonna be billed
My facilities filled with fans, packed to capacity
I’ll send a rapper back with the crack of his ass shitty
If he’s acting soft and he cowers
He better come cleaner then jay rue jacking off when he showers
You flowers got no clout with a thing
You could date a stick of dynamite and wouldn’t go out with a bang
I showered the slang, simple as a,b,c’s
Skip over the d’s and rock the microphone with e’s
Dethrone mc’s and i’ma max alone
Relax your dome like a solo from a saxophone
So facts are known, writers get treated with shocks
I rock a beat harder then you could beat it with rocks
I’m greeted with flocks, of fellow follower’s singers
You couldn’t make the fans throw up their hands if they swallowed their
Fingers
But you can bring yours let’s see what you got
But don’t front and never try to be what you’re not
Cause you can be quick, jump the candlestick, burn your back
And fuck jill on a hill, but you still ain’t jack

Chorus: eye-kyu
So what you know about a sweet mc, from the 313
None of these skills you just seen come free
So you wanna be a sweet mc, you’ll never become me
So you ain’t ever gonna be one see
Eminem: so what you know about a sweet mc, in the 313
None of these skills that you just seen come free
So you wanna be a sweet mc, you’ll never become me
So you ain’t ever gonna be one see

 

8 Mile

It’s ok, it’s ok, let the world get back this day

Verse 1

Sometimes I just feel like, quittin,
I still mic, why do I put up this fight, why do I still write,
Sometimes it’s hard enough just dealing with real life,
Sometimes I just wanna jump on stage and just kill mic’s,
And show these people what my level of skill’s like,
But I’m still white, sometimes I just hate life,
Something ain’t right, hit the brake lights,
Case of this stage fright, draw on the plane flight

Call but I might fall,
It ain’t my fault breaking my balls’
My insides crawl and I clam up,
I just slam shut, I just can’t do it,
My whole man-hoods, just been stripped,
I’ve just been picked so I must then get on the bus then split,
Man fuck this shit, yo I’m going the fuck home,
World on my shoulders as I run back to this ain’t my room...

Chorus
I’m a man, I’m a make a new plan,
Time for me to just stand up and travel new land,
Time to leave and just take matters into my own hands,
Once I’m over these track man I’m a never look back,

And I’m gone and I know right where I’m goin,
Sorry momma I’m grown, I must travel alone,
Aint no followin footsteps, I’m making my own,
Only way that I know how to escape from, this ain’t my room...

Verse 2

Walking these train tracks trying to regain back,
The spirit I have before I go back to the same crap,
To the same plant, in the same pants,
Trying to chase rap, gotta move a.s.a.p,
Gotta get a new plan, momma’s gotta new man,
Poor little baby sister, she don’t understand,
Sits in front of the tv, buries her nose in the pad,
And just colours until the crayon get dull in her hand,
While she just colours her big brother and mother and dad
There’s no telling what really goes on in her little head,
Wish that I could be the daddy that neither one of us had,
But I keep running from something I never wanted so bad,
Sometimes I get upset, cause I ain’t blew up yet,
Its like I grew up but I ain’t grown up to nuts yet,
Dont got a rep, my step, don’t got enough pep,
The pressures too much man I’m just trying to do what’s best,
And I try, sit alone and I cry, yo I wont tell her why,
Not a moment goes by that I look right at the sky,
Please I’m begging you god,
Please don’t let me be fishin holding no regular job,
Yo I hope you will be getting home, whereva you are,
Yo I’m telling you dog, I’m bailing this trailer tomorrow,
Tell my mother I love her, kiss baby sister goodbye,
Say whenever you need me baby, I’m never to far,
But yo I gotta get out there, the only way I know,
And I’m a be back for you the second that I blow,
On everything I own, I’ll make it on my own,
Off to work I go, back to this ain’t my room...

Chorus

Verse 3

You got to live it to feel it, you didn’t then you wouldn’t get it,
Well see what the big deal is, why wasn’t and still is,
To be walking this borderline of detroit city limits,
Its different in it, a certain significant of certificate
Of authenticity, you’d never even see but it’s everything to me,
Its my credibilaty, you never seen, heard, smelt a meda ta mc,
Who’s incredable on the same pedestal as me,
The chaque still unsigned, having a rough time,
Sit on the porche with all my friends and kick dumb rhymes,
Go to work and serve mc’s in the lunch line,
But when it comes crunch time, where do my punch lines go,
Who must I show, to bust my flow, where must I go, who must I know,
Or am I just another grabbing the bucket
Cause I ain’t having no luck with this little rappers so fuck it
Maybe I need a new outlet, I’m starting to doubt shit,
I’m feeling a little skeptical who I hang out with,
I look like a bum, yo my clothes ain’t about shit,
At the salvation army trying to salvage an outfit,
And it’s cold trying to travel this road,
Plus I feel like I’m always stuck in this batteling mode,
My defenses are so up one thing don’t want it pity from no one,
This city is no fun, there is no sun and it’s so dark,
Sometimes I just feel like, I’m being pulled a-part,
From each one of my limbs, by each one of my friends,
Its enough to make me just wanna jump out of my skin,
Sometimes I just feel like a robot, sometimes I just know not,
What I’m doing I just blow my head as a stove top,
I just explode, the kettle gets so hot,
Sometimes my mouth just overloads the acid, I don’t got,
But I learned it’s time for me to u-turn,
Yo it only takes one time for me to get burned,
Aint no callin her next time I need a new girl,
I can no longer play stupid or be immature,
I got every ingredient all I need is the courage,
Like I already got the beat all I need is the word,
Uh uh got the urge, suddenly it’s a surge,
Suddenly a new burst of energy hits the curve,
Time to show these free world leaders, three and the third,
I am no longer scared now, I’m free as a bird,
Then I turn and cross over the medium curve,
Hit the burbs and run and see it’s a blur, this ain’t my room...

Chorus

 

8 Mile Runnin

By jay z / freeway

Yeah renegades is back and the beat is sick,
Jay z, freeway, 8 miles,
Let’s go...

Verse 1
8 miles and running, got my 7 album droppin,
And my 8 album coming,
Feedin a thousand growling stomachs,
But I could rewind the counter ta back, back,
When it was now or nothing,
People said I would amount to nothing,
That I had time for nothing,
Said I wasn’t from the valers
Or the sellers by your gunman,
I can see the folks now he got what he had coming,
Now that my 8th album’s coming,
Everybody smiling wanting something,
Claiming that they done something for em,
Got jay z and pom poms in they whole uniforms,
Claiming they be running and telling everybody like martin lawrence,
About how hot my rap performace was before I was who I was,
Claimin that they threw it up before I threw it up, you what..
Where was you before I blew this up,
I didn’t see you in the courtroom when everyone was suein us,
I didn’t see you in all black when everybody was suitin up,
Back on the block, kickin it in and it was no you with us,

Chorus
8 miles and running, got my 7 album droppin,
And my 8 album coming,
Feedin a thousand growling stomachs, freaks...
6 miles and running got my fist straight poppin,
And my first album coming feedin 20 promises I made

(repeat)

Verse 2

6 miles and running in the pontiak,
6 thousand 86 trans mic shift,
While the engine run,
Anyone turn around
And give me one more chance,
Let em smoke and scream em one more grams,
So I’m a bring them, homie, son and my pop,
Stick close to my momma, keep toasters for drama,
Mix alot with my son, my son growin and he learnin alot,
Thats what I’m toastin, thats what I’m burin, so pop,
Right on your own, rell ’em nigga, tell ’em nigga,
Its like a biblical scripture,
Look back turn to salt like the sinners
And most y’all heartless and self-centered
Like me shaggin, me shack,
Set up your brother cause you tell us nigga,
Heat back, uh, like, you never love for never
And cops watch every step, 6 miles and running
Dodge in every trap, the rap ginger bread man,
Cherish every precious breath, stat pick a second gat
Uh..

Chorus

Verse 3

Back when nobody would find me a talent,
Nobody would sign me, nobody believed in me,
Nobody but mommy blindly, but how could she deny me,
Me being the youngest friend to come up out of her,
Tell me, she got every love for me,
When niggas would worn me the industry shun me,
That’s why I’m taking all the industries money,
Revenge is sweet honey, we run this,
Young is the illest, free is the future,
Beans and bleekers right now,
We can see our 8 miles nigga...

Chorus

 

97’ Bonnie Clyde

Just the two of us.. (8x)

[eminem]
Baby your da-da loves you (hey)
And i’ma always be here for you (hey) no matter what happens
You’re all I got in this world
I would never give you up for nothin
Nobody in this world is ever gonna keep you from me
I love you

C’mon hai-hai, we goin to the beach
Grab a couple of toys and let da-da strap you in the car seat
Oh where’s mama? she’s takin a little nap in the trunk
Oh that smell (whew!) da-da musta runned over a skunk
Now I know what you’re thinkin - it’s kind of late to go swimmin
But you know your mama, she’s one of those type of women
That do crazy things, and if she don’t get her way, she’ll throw a fit
Don’t play with da-da’s toy knife, honey, let go of it (no!)
And don’t look so upset, why you actin bashful?
Don’t you wanna help da-da build a sand castle? (yeah!)
And mama said she wants to show how far she can float
And don’t worry about that little boo-boo on her throat
It’s just a little scratch - it don’t hurt, her was eatin
Dinner while you were sweepin and spilled ketchup on her shirt
Mama’s messy isn’t she? we’ll let her wash off in the water
And me and you can pway by ourselves, can’t we?

Just the two of us.. (2x)
And when we ride!
Just the two of us.. (2x)
Just you and i!
Just the two of us.. (2x)
And when we ride!
Just the two of us.. (2x)
Just you and i!

See honey.. there’s a place called heaven and a place called hell
A place called prison and a place called jail
And da-da’s probably on his way to all of em except one
Cause mama’s got a new husband and a stepson
And you don’t want a brother do ya? (nah)
Maybe when you’re old enough to understand a little better
I’ll explain it to ya
But for now we’ll just say mama was real real bad
She was bein mean to dad and made him real real mad
But I still feel sad that I put her on time-out
Sit back in your chair honey, quit tryin to climb out (wahh!)
I told you it’s okay haihai, wanna ba-ba?
Take a night-night? nan-a-boo, goo-goo ga-ga?
Her make goo-goo ca-ca? da-da change your dia-dee
Clean the baby up so her can take a nighty-nighty
Your dad’ll wake her up as soon as we get to the water
Ninety-seven bonnie and clyde, me and my daughter

Just the two of us.. (2x)
And when we ride!
Just the two of us.. (2x)
Just you and i!
Just the two of us.. (2x)
And when we ride!
Just the two of us.. (2x)
Just you and i!

Wake up sweepy head we’re here, before we pway
We’re gonna take mama for a wittle walk along the pier
Baby, don’t cry honey, don’t get the wrong idea
Mama’s too sweepy to hear you screamin in her ear (ma-maa!)
That’s why you can’t get her to wake, but don’t worry
Da-da made a nice bed for mommy at the bottom of the lake
Here, you wanna help da-da tie a rope around this rock? (yeah!)
We’ll tie it to her footsie then we’ll roll her off the dock
Ready now, here we go, on the count of free..
One.. two.. free.. wheeeeee! (whoooooshhhhh)
There goes mama, spwashin in the wa-ta
No more fightin wit dad, no more restraining order
No more step-da-da, no more new brother
Blow her kisses bye-bye, tell mama you love her (mommy!)
Now we’ll go play in the sand, build a castle and junk
But first, just help dad with two more things out the trunk

Just the two of us.. (2x)
And when we ride!
Just the two of us.. (2x)
Just you and i!
Just the two of us.. (2x)
And when we ride!
Just the two of us.. (2x)
Just you and i!

Just the two of us.. (4x)

[eminem]
Just me and you baby
Is all we need in this world
Just me and you
Your da-da will always be there for you
Your da-da’s always gonna love you
Remember that
If you ever need me I will always be here for you
If you ever need anything, just ask
Da-da will be right there
Your da-da loves you
I love you baby

 

Adrenline Rush

Get the fuck out motherfucker...

Verse 1
Hey yo...
When I step up in the bar, everybody hit the fucking floor,
Lucky motherfuckers make it to the door,
Cause when I spit on mic’s I spit raw,
Which cause confusion from the bar to the dance floor,
I keep the club on the vex,
Cause he gotta pay me when I spit, plus replace alot of shit,
Niggas get a whiling,
When my words echo’s the room like, get your hand out my pocket,
You suck shit when my topics rockin,
I’m banned from clubs ’cause my toxic tonsils,
Loud speaker like a fucking sports announcer,
I spit the baa-haa till you rush the bouncer,
I rush the mutherfucker in your way who’s bouncing,
You know old christ get their yak’s pronouncin...

Chorus

Get live motherfucker when I speak motherfucker,
Out your seat motherfucker, I’m a reach motherfucker,
Shady-records till I sleep motherfuckers
Obi-trice nothin but street motherfucker
Tear this bitch up till you bleed motherfucker
I would’nt give a fuck who you be motherfucker
Punk, pussy, bitch or g motherfucker
Adrenaline rush before you leave motherfucker

Verse 2

When I speak I blow out your tweeters, yo dog,
Show out in speakers roll out with heaters,
I’m just an animal eating the game,
Jumbo monkey, funky and obie’s the name,
I rose solo, never been a hoe though,
Keep yak’s vocal when cats act loco,
Where you at when I’m moving the crowd,
You get trampled, mashed on detroit style,
Up out your seats, pump out the e’s,
Off the beat’s the crowd overpleased,
Where my nigga’s at smoking them tree’s,
Off the cognac, finger fucking the ski’s,
That’s how it is when you party with me,
You don’t like it, you l-7 like a square beat...

Chorus

Verse 3
Yo, yo, since I came I rearrange the place with blaze,
Spays dope with coke-fevers dna, I’m so addicted,
To gettin nigga’s lifted, drunk off a liquid,
Obie trice the misfit,
Douse’in the crowd with piss and voul’s,
We underground motherfucker fix your frown’s,
I beat the bore with a wisty tour,
Off a whisky you never been this deep before,
So throw up your hands and peep out your man’s
When I come through next quarter trust it in you’s,
And trust I’m attackin it,
I hook up the hot shit like ay see we havin it,
That’s why I’m so miraculous,
And hope to get you nigga’s pumped up,
I see you next time I see him chump,
That’s right, you go through obie trice fucked up,
On your knees drop for these...

Chorus

 

Amityville

(kill kill kill)
Dahh-dum, dahh-dum.. dum
Dahh-dum, dahh-dum, duh-da-da-da-da
(kill kill kill)
Dahh-dum, dahh-dum.. dum
Dahh-dum, dahh-dum, dumm..
(kill kill kill)

Chorus: eminem

Mentally illll from amityvilllle (illll)
Accidentally killll your family stillll
Thinkin he won’t? god-damnit he willll (he’ssss)
Mentally illll from amityvilllle
** {he’ssss} - on repeats only **

[eminem]
I get lifted and spin til I’m half-twisted
Feet planted and stand with a grin full of chapped lipstick {*smack*}
Pen full of ink, think sinful and rap sick shit
Shrink pencil me in for my last visit
Drink gin til my chin’s full of splashed whiskers {*whoosh*}
Hash whiskey and ash til I slap bitches {*smack*}
Ask bizzy, he’s been here the past six years
Mash with me you’ll get in imagine this

Chorus 2x

[bizarre]
I fucked my cousin in his asshole, slit my mother’s throat
{*ahhhhhhhh!*} guess who slim shady just signed to interscope?
My little sister’s birthday, she’ll remember me
For a gift I had ten of my boys take her virginity
{*mmm mm mmm!*} and bitches know me as a horny ass freak
Their mother wasn’t raped, I ate her pussy while she was ’sleep
Pissy-drunk, throwin up in the urinal (you fuckin homo!)
That’s what I said at my dad’s funeral

Chorus 2x

[eminem]
That’s why the city is filled with a bunch of fuckin idiots still (still)
That’s why the first motherfucker poppin some shit he gets killed (killed)
That’s why we don’t call it detroit, we call it amityville (’ville)
You can get capped after just havin a cavity filled (filled)
Ahahahaha, that’s why we’re crowned the murder capital still (still)
This ain’t detroit, this is motherfuckin hamburger hill! (hill!)
We don’t do drivebys, we park in front of houses and shoot
And when the police come we fuckin shoot it out with them too!
That’s the mentality here (here) that’s the reality here (here)
Did I just hear somebody say they wanna challenge me here? ? (huh? )
While I’m holdin a pistol with this many calibres here? ? (here? ? )
Got some registration and just made this shit valid this year? (year? )
Cause once I snap I can’t be held accountable for my acts
And that’s when accidents happen,
When a thousand bullets come at your house
And collapse the foundation around and they found you
And your family in it (ahhhhh!)
Got damnit he meant it when he tells you

Chorus 2x

Dum, tahh-dum.. ta-dah-da
Dum, tahh-dum.. ta-dah-da
Dum, tahh-dum.. ta-dah-da
Dum, tahh-dum.. ta-dah-da
Dum, tahh-dum.. ta-dah-da
Dum, tahh-dum.. ta-dah-da
Dum, tahh-dum.. ta-dah-da
Dum, tahh-dum.. ta-dah-da
Dum..

 

Any Man

[eminem]
Hi!
Original bad boy on the case, cover your face
Came in the place blowed, and sprayed puffy with mase
I laced the weed with insect repellant, better check the smelly
Eminem starts with e, better check the spelling
With a capital, somebody grab me a snapple
I got an aspirin capsule trapped in my adam’s apple
Somebody dropped me on my head, and I was sure
That my mother did it, but the bitch won’t admit it was her
I slit her stomach open with a scalpel when she was six months
And said, I’m ready now bitch - ain’t you feelin these kicks cunt?
The world ain’t ready for me yet, I can tell
I’ll probably have a cell next to the furnace in hell
I’m sick of these sperm cells with syphillis germs
And I’m hotter than my dick is, when I piss and it burns
I kick you in the tummy until you sick to your stomach
And vomit so much blood that your clothes stick to you from it
(yuck!) hit you in the head with a brick til you plummet
If y’all don’t like me, you can suck my dick til you numb it
And all that gibberish you was spittin, you need to kill it
Cause your style is like dyin in my sleep, I don’t feel it

Chorus: eminem

Cause any man who would jump in front of a minivan
For twenty grand and a bottle of pain pills and a minithin
Is fuckin crazy -- you hear me? ha?
Is fuckin crazy -- hello, hi!
Cause any man who would jump in front of a minivan
For twenty grand and a bottle of pain pills and a minithin
Is fuckin crazy -- do you hear me?
Is fuckin crazy

[eminem]
I’m ice grillin you, starin you down with a gremlin grin
I’m eminem, you’re a fag in a women’s gym
I’m slim, the shady is really a fake alias
To save me with in case I get chased by space aliens
A brainiac, with a cranium packed, full of more uranium
Than a maniac saudi arabian
A highly combustible head, spazmatic
Strapped to a kraftmatic adjustable bed
Laid up in the hospital in critical condition
I flatlined; jumped up and ran from the mortician
High speed, iv full of thai weed
Lookin chinese, with my knees stuck together like siamese
Twins, joined at the groin like lesbians
Uhh, pins and needles, hypodermic needles and pins
I hope God forgives me for my sins -- it probably all depends
On if I keep on killin my girlfriends

Chorus: eminem

Cause any man who would jump in front of a minivan
For twenty grand and a bottle of pain pills and a minithin
Is fuckin crazy -- you hear me? ha?
Is fuckin crazy -- listen!!
Cause any man who would jump in front of a minivan
For twenty grand and a bottle of pain pills and a minithin
Is fuckin crazy -- you hear me?
Is fuckin crazy

[eminem]
Last night I o.d.’d on rush, mushrooms and dust
And got rushed to the hospital to get my system flushed
(shucks!) I’m an alcoholic and that’s all I can say
I call in to work, cause all I do is frolic and play
I swallow grenades, and take about a bottle a day
Of tylenol 3, and talk about how violent I’ll be (rrarrrrh)
Give me eleven excederin my head’ll spin
Medicine’ll get me revvin like a 747 jet engine
Scratched my balls til I shredded skin
Doctor, check this rash, look how red it’s been
It’s probably aids! forget it then
I strike a still pose and hit you with some ill flows
That don’t even make sense, like dykes usin dildos
So reach in your billfolds, for ten ducats
And pick up this slim shady shit that’s on rawkus
Somethin somethin somethin, somethin I get weeded
My daughter scribbled over that rhyme, I couldn’t read it
Damn!

 

As The World Turns

Chorus: repeat 2x

I don’t know why this world keep turning
Round and round
But I wish it would stop, and let me off right now

Yes man
As the world turns
We all experience things in life
Trials and tribulations
That we all must go through
When someone wants to test us
When someone tries our patience

[eminem]
I hang with a bunch of hippies
And wacky tobacco planters
Who swallow lit roaches
And light up like jack-o-lanterns
Outsiders baby, and we suing the courts
Cuz we’re dope as fuck and only get a 2 in the source
They never should’ve booted me out of reform school
Deformed fool,takin a shit in a warm pool
They threw me out the ramada inn
I said it wasn’t me, I got a twin (oh my God it’s you! not again!)
It all started when my mother took my bike away
Cuz I murdered my guinea pig and stuck him in the microwave
After that, it was straight to the 40 ouncers
Slappin teachers, and jackin off in front of my counselors
Class clown freshman, dressed like les nessman
Fuck the next lesson, I’ll past the test guessin
And all the other kids said eminem’s a dishead,
He’ll never last, the only class he’ll pass is phys ed
May be true, till I told this bitch in gym class
That she was too fat to swim laps, she needed slim fast (who me? )
Yeah bitch you so big you walked into big tanny’s and stepped on jenny craig
She picked me up to snap me like a skinny twig
Put me in the headlock, then I thought of my guinea pig
I felt the evilness and started transformin (rarrrr!)
It began storming, I heard a bunch of cheering fans swarming
Grabbed that bitch by her hair
Drug her across the ground
And took her up to the highest diving board and tossed her down
Sorry coach, it’s too late to tell me stop
While I drop this bitch face down and watch her belly flop

Chorus

As the world turns
These are the days of our lives
These are the things that we must go through
Day by day

[eminem]
We drive around in million dollar sports cars
While little kids hide this tape from their parents like bad report cards
Outsiders, and we suing the courts
Cuz we dope as fuck and only get a 2 in the source
Hypercondriac, hanging out at the laundromat
Where all the raunchy fat white trashy blondes be at
Dressed like a sailor, standin by a pale of garbage
Its almost dark and I’m still tryna nail a trailor park bitch
I met a slut and said what up, it’s nice to meet ya
I’d like to treat ya to a faygo and a slice of pizza
But I’m broke as fuck and I don’t get paid till the first of next month
But if you care to join me, I was bout to roll this next blunt
But I ain’t got no weed, no phillies, or no papers
Plus I’m a rapist and a repeated prison escapist
So gimme all your money
And don’t try nothin funny
Cuz you know your stinkin ass is too fat to try to outrun me
I went to grab my gun
Thats when her ass put it on me
Wit an uppercut and hit me with a basket of laundry
I fell through the glass doors
Started causin a scene
Then slid across the floor and flew right into a washin machine
Jumped up with a broken back
Thank God I was smokin crack all day
And doped up off coke and smack
All I wanted to do was rape the bitch and snatch her purse
Now I wanna kill her
But so I gotta catch her first
Ran through rally’s parkin lot and took a shortcut
Saw the house she ran up in
And shot her fuckin porch up
Kicked the door down to murder this divorced slut
Looked around the room
Thats when I seen the bedroom door shut
I know you’re in there bitch! I got my gun cocked!
You might as well come out now
She said come in, it’s unlocked!
I walked in and all I smelled was liz claiborne
And seen her spread across the bed naked watchin gay porn
She said come her big boy, lets get acquainted
I turned around to run, twisted my ankle and sprained it
She came at me at full speed, nothin could stop her
I shot her five times and every bullet bounced off her
I started to beg no, please let go
But she swallowed my fuckin leg whole like an egg roll
With one leg left, now I’m hoppin around crippled
I grabbed my pocket knife and sliced off her right nipple
Just trying to buy me some time, then I remembered this magic trick
Den den den den den den, go go gadget dick!
Whipped that shit out, and ain’t no doubt about it
It hit the ground and caused an earthquake and power outage
I shouted now bitch, lets see who gets the best!
Stuffed that shit in crooked and fucked that fat slut to death (ahh!! ahhh!)
Come here bitch!
Come here!
Take this motherfuckin dick!
Bitch, come here!

Chorus to fade

And as we go along
Throughout the days of our lives
We all face small obstacles and challenges everyday
That we must go through
These are the things that surround us through our atmosphere
Every day
Every single day the world keeps turning

 

Bad Guys Always Die

Artist: dr. dre and eminemthe wild gotham, the wild west, ride

Dr. dre:
All you see is the sun, reflecting off of the gun
Ready for the showdown, to go down at one
Set on my brow, let’s settle it now
I’ma show you how real cowboys get down
Polish the gold, waiting for this drama to unfold
I got a blunt rolled
Philly bowl, gangsta’s blood runs cold
It’s time to reload this old 45 colt
And the wind’s gust it’s hot, muggy and dusty
Bust a couple shots to make sure I’m not rusty
It’s passed noon, he should be here soon
I sip a little moonshine inside a saloon
All of a sudden I can hear the sound of hoofs
Sound like a thousand wolves
I cock back with the toast in the holster and frooze
I pose as a poster, he’s closer than close
I hold the heat sturdy, I heard he fight’s dirty
But i’ma put thirty inside him and leave early
Just when I went to fill him with hot lead
I put the gun to his head, and this is what he said

Eminem:
You never met me, you’ll probably never see me again
But I know you, and the name is slim
You want revenge then don’t shoot
I’m in the same boots as you
I’m telling the truth, I got a price on my head too, cause when you

Chorus:
Ride like a cowboy toward the sun
When life ain’t fun, when your on the run
Got your gold and you got your gun
But life as an outlaw just begun
Got your shotgun by your side
Got your horse and you got your ride
You ride till there ain’t no place to hide
It’s sad cause the bad guys always die

Dr. dre:
He was shady, could see it by the look on his face
He said take ten paces, shit, I took eight
Spun around and I aimed straight for the brain
The shit went bang but it only fired a blank, he said
{eminem: you need bullets, hurry up run}
I put a clip in the gun, and pointed at his lungs
He pulled two at the same time and stood stunned
{eminem: go ahead shoot me, but I’m not the one you want}
I figured he was telling the truth, that’s why I didn’t shoot
So what we gonna do, it’s on you

Eminem:
Do you recall when you and snoop was a group
{dre: the chronic}
Well all we gotta do is find a map to part two
And plus I know who’s got it (who)
Some old dude, he’s got 26 plagues and he already sold two

Dr. dre:
Loaded up my saddle, got ready for battle
Carried two pieces of gold inside of my saddle
We rolled two miles until we hit the spot
An old ghost town that everybody forgot
A place where they used to smoke chronic a lot
Slim grabbed the shotgun

Eminem:
Dre here’s the plot
This is the spot, they call him doc loveless
He’s going around saying he took the game from us
{dre: let’s shoot him in the kneecaps, he’ll never see it coming}
He ain’t got no legs, they cut them off at the stomach
He’s got mechanical legs, he spins webs
Plus he’s well respected by the hip-hop heads
Our mission is to get him to stop laying eggs
And we can put him on his back down a flight of steps

Dr. dre:
I drew two guns, spun them on my fingers
Kicked the swinging doors in, and started gun slinging
I could hear somebody singing
It sounded like a g thang, and a verse from keep their heads ringing
I said it’s dre’s day and started to spray
But it’s 1800, colts the ak
Hollow tips started flying every which way

Eminem:
That’s when I seen dre in trouble and came with the gage
I fired the first shot, spun his body around
He hit the ground and landed upside down
Dre grabbed the map, the plagues and the gold
I grabbed two girlies and a blunt that’s rolled

Chorus:
Ride like a cowboy toward the sun
When life ain’t fun, when your on the run
Got your gold and you got your gun
But life as an outlaw just begun
Got your shotgun by your side
Got your horse and you got your ride
You ride till there ain’t no place to hide
It’s sad cause the bad guys always die
Ride like a cowboy toward the sun
When life ain’t fun, when your on the run
Got your gold and you got your gun
But life as an outlaw just begun
Got your shotgun by your side
Got your horse and you got your ride
You ride till there ain’t no place to hide
It’s sad cause the bad guys always die

 

Bad Influence

{just pull the plug!}
People say that I’m a bad influence
I say the world’s already fucked, I’m just addin to it
They say I’m suicidal
Teenagers’ newest idol
C’mon do as I do
Go ahead get mad and do it
(repeat all 2x)

[eminem]
Hand me an 8
Beam me up and land me in space
I’ma sit on top of the world {I’m here}
And shit on brandy and mase
I’m more than ill
Scarier than a white journalist in a room with lauryn hill {ahhh}
Human horror film
But with a lot funnier plot
And people goin’ feel me cuz i’ma still be
The mad rapper whether I got money or not {yup}
As long as I’m on pills, and I got plenty of pot
I’ll be in a canoe paddlin’ makin’ fun of your yacht
But I would like an award
For the best rapper to get one mic in the source
And a wardrobe I can afford
Otherwise I might get sent up back-strike in a ford
And you wonder what the fuck I need more vicadive
Everybody’s pissin’ me off; even a no limit tank looks like
A middle finger sideways flippin’ me off
No shit I’m a grave danger to my health
Why else would I kill you and jump in a grave and bury myself

{just pull the plug!}
People say that I’m a bad influence
I say the world’s already fucked, I’m just addin’ to it
They say I’m suicidal
Teenagers’ newest idol
C’mon do as I do
Go ahead get mad and do it
{just let it go!}
(repeat all 2x)

[eminem]
I’m the illest rapper to hold the cordless, patrolling corners
Looking for hookers to punch in the mouth with a roll of quarters
I’m meaner in action than rosco beating james tar senior
Across the back with vacuum cleaner attachments {ouch ouch}
I grew up in the wild hood, as a hazardous youth
With a fucked up childhood, that I used as an excuse
And ain’t shit changed, I kept the same mindstate
Since the third time that I failed 9th grade
You probably think that I’m a negative person
Don’t be so sure of it
I don’t promote violence, I just encourage it {c’mon}
I laugh at the sight of death
As I fall down a cement flight of steps (ahhhh)
And land inside a bed of spider webs
So throw caution to the wind, you and a friend
Can jump off of a bridge and if you live, do it again
Shit, why not? blow your brain out
I’m blowing mine out
Fuck it, you only live once you might as well die now

{just let it go}
People say that I’m a bad influence
I say the world’s already fucked, I’m just addin’ to it
They say I’m suicidal
Teenagers’ newest idol
C’mon do as I do
Go ahead get mad and do it
{just pull the plug!}
(repeat all 2x)

[eminem]
My basic disk will make you take a razor into your wrist
Make you satanistic
Make you take the pistol to your face
And place the clip and cock it back
And let it go until your brains
Are rippin’ out your skull so bad
And sew you back and be a waste of stitches
I’m not a role model, I don’t wanna babysit kids
I got one little girl, and hailey jade is shady’s business
And shady’s just an alias I made to make you pissed off
Where the fuck were you when gil was payin me to dishwash
I make a couple statements and now look how crazy shit got
You may be gettin’ a bigger attitude than maybe kim’s got
And the shit’s almost got the same fate that grady’s bitch got
I know that just the two of us would make you hate me this much
And just the two of us
That ain’t got shit to do with us and our personal life
It’s just words on a mic.
So you can call me a punk, a pervert or a show business pig
But the funny shit is that I still go with the bitch
{just let it go}
People say that I’m a bad influence
I say the world’s already fucked, I’m just addin’ to it
They say I’m suicidal
Teenagers’ newest idol
C’mon do as I do
Go ahead get mad and do it
{just pull the plug!}
(repeat all 2x)

 

Bad Meets Evil

Artist: eminem f/ royce da five-nine
[intro]

[cowboy]
I reckon you ain’t familiar with these here parts
You know, there’s a story behind that there saloon
Twenty years ago, two outlaws took this whole town over
Sheriffs couldn’t stop em
Quickest damn gun slingers I’ve ever seen
Got murdered in cold blood
That ol’ saloon there was their lil’ home away from home
They say the ghosts of bad and evil still live in that tavern
And on a quiet night
You can still hear the footsteps of slim shady and royce da five-nine

[eminem]
I don’t speak, I float in the air wrapped in a sheet
I’m not a real person, I’m a ghost trapped in a beat
I translate when my voice is read through a sismograph
And a noise is bred, picked up and transmitted through royce’s head (aahhh)
Trapped him in his room, possessed him and hoist his bed
Till the evilness flows through his blood like poisonous lead
Told him each one of his boys is dead
I asked him to come to the dark side, he made a choice and said

[royce]
Who hard? yo I done heard worse
We can get in two cars and accelerate at each other
To see which one’ll swerve first
Two blind bandits panic, whose mental capacity holds
That of a globe on top of nine other planets
Kissed the cheek of the devil
Intelligence level is hell-ier than treble peakin on speakers in the ghetto
Dismissal, I’m not a fair man, disgraced the race of a atheist
Intercepting missles wit my bare hands like a patriot
One track sliced without swords, I buried the christ corpse
In my past life when the black knight mounted the white horse
And stay over-worked, it’s like the nazis in the nations
Collaborating, attemptin to take over the earth

[eminem]
Cuz this is what happens when bad meets evil
We hit the trees till we look like vietnamese people
He’s evil, and I’m bad like steve segal
Above the law cuz I don’t agree wit police either (shit, me neither)
We ain’t eager to be legal
So please leave me wit the keys to your jeep eagle
I breathe ether in three amounts
When I stab myself in the knee with a diseased needle
Releasin rage on anybody in squeezing range
Cold enough to make the seasons change into freezing rain
(he’s insane) no I’m not, I just want to shoot up and I’m pissed off
Cuz I can’t find a decent vain

[royce]
The disaster wit dreds
I’m bad enough to commit suicide and survive long enough
To kill my soul after I’m dead
When in danger it’s funny actually my flavor’s similar to a waiter
Cuz I serve any stranger wit money
I spray a hundred, man until they joint chains
While slippin bullets at point blank range like they was punches
Piss on a flag and burn it, murder you then come to your funeral
Serve this lobbyist, strangle your body then confirm you
Whippin human ass, throwin blows crackin jaws
Wit my fists wrapped in gause, dipped in glue and glass
I’m blazin mc’s, at the same time amazin mc’s
Somehow mc’s ain’t that eye-brow raisin to me
>from all of angles of us, flash a mack loud enough to cast a avalanche
And bust till volcanoes errupt

[interlude]
*phone rings*
Hello? (billy) aiyyo what’s up (we’re comin to get you)
Stop, they know it’s us!!

[eminem]
I used to be a loudmouth, remember me? (uh-ah)
I’m the one who burned your house down (oh)
Well I’m out now (shit), and this time I’m comin back to blow your house up
And I ain’t gon leave you a window to jump out of
Give me two fat tabs and three shrooms
And you won’t see me like fat people in steam rooms
And when I go to hell and I’m gettin ready to leave
I’ma put air in a bag and charge people to breathe

[royce] (eminem)
Cuz this is what happens when bad meets evil
And we hit the trees till we look like vietnamese people
He’s evil, and I’m bad like steve segal
Against peaceful, see you in hell for the sequel
(we’ll be waitin) see you in hell
Wall street, royce da five-nine, slim shady
See you in hell for the sequel (bye bye)
Bad meets evil, what? (till next time)

[cowboy]
And so that’s the story when bad meets evil
Two of the most wanted individuals in the county
Made jesse james and billy the kid look like law-abiding citizens
It’s too bad they had to go out the way they did
Got shot in the back comin out of that ol’ saloon
But their spirits still live on till this day
Shhh...[spits] wait, did y’all hear that?
[footsteps and windblowing]

 

Bitch

Justin? it’s zoe.
Kelly did not have me call, however
I just listened to eminem in her car and
It is the most disgusting thing I have ever heard in my entire life.
And I seriously wanna call his fucking agent
And tell him how fucking disgusting he is
It, like, makes me upset and
I’m now nausious and I can’t eat lunch. goodbye.

Bitch Please Ii

[dre] yeah whattup detroit?
[snoop] nu-uh, nu-uh nuh-no he didn’t!
Ahhh! they didn’t do it again,
What-what, what-what?
Did you shit on these niggaz two times dr. dre?
[dre] oh fo’ sho’!
[snoop] uh-uh, naw, ya smell that?
This is special right here
What-what, what-what-what?
Yeah, it’s a toast to the boogie baby
Uhh, to the boogie-oogie-oogie
Yeah, y’know! what’s crackin dre?

[dr. dre]
Just let me lay back and kick some mo’ simplistic pimp shit
On slim’s shit and start riots like limp bizkit (limp bizkit)
Throw on ’guilty conscience’ at concerts
And watch mosh pits til motherfuckers knock each other unconcious
(watch out now!) some of these crowds that slim draws
Is rowdy as crenshaw boulevard when it’s packed and fulla cars
Some of these crowds me and snoop draw +is+ niggaz from crenshaw
From long beach to south central
{*loud scream*} whoa, not these niggaz again
These grown-ass ignorant men with hair-triggers again
(hehe) you and what army could harm me?
D-r-e and shady, with doggy from long beach
(east-syde!) came a long way, to makin these songs play
It’ll be a wrong move, to stare at me the wrong way
I got a long uz’, and I carry it all day
(blaow!) sometimes it’s like a nightmare, just bein andre,
But i..

[snoop dogg]
Somehow, someway - tell ’em, nigga
You know about dogg-ay (snoop dogg)
Now let me cut these niggaz up and show em where da fuck I’m comin from
I get the party crackin from the shit that I be spittin son
Hit-and-run, get it done, get the funds, split and run
Got about fifty gungs, and I love all of ’em the same - bang bang!
Damn baby girl what’s your name?
I forgot - what’d you say it was? damn a nigga buzzed
Hangin in the club, with my nephew eminem
(whassup slim? ) whattup cuz? (whattup snoop? )
The great white american hope, done hooked up
With the king of the motherfuckin west coast, bay-bayy!

Chorus: nate dogg (+snoop)

And you don’t really wanna fuck, with me
Only nigga that I trust, is me
Fuck around and make me bust, this heat
[snoop] that’s, the devil, they always wanna dance

[xzibit]
I’m the head nigga in charge, I’m watchin you move
You’re found dead in your garage, with ten o’clock news coverage
Gotta love it, cause I expose the facade
Your little lungs is too small to hotbox with god
All jokes aside, come bounce with us
Standin over you with a twelve gauge, about to bust
It’s like ashes to ashes and dust to dust
I might leave in the bodybag, but never in cuffs
So who do you trust? they just not rugged enough
When things get rough I’m in the club shootin with puff
Bitch, please - you must have a mental disease
Assume the position and get back down on your knees - c’mon

Chorus 2x

[eminem - impersonating snoop]
Awww naww, big slim dogg
Eighty pound balls, dick six inch long
Back up, in the, heezy bay-bay
He’s sha-day!

[snoop] he’s so cra-zay!

[eminem]
Hahaha! gimme the mic, let me recite, ’til timothy white
Pickets outside the interscope offices every night
What if he’s right? I’m just a criminal, makin a living
Off of the world’s misery - what in the world gives me the right
To say what I like, and walk around flippin the bird
Livin the urban life, like a white kid from the ’burbs
Dreamin at night of screamin at mom, schemin to leave
Run away from home and grow to be as evil as me
I just want you all to notice me and people to see
That somewhere deep down, there’s a decent human being in me
It just can’t be found, so the reason you’ve been seeing this me
Is cause this is me now, the recent dude who’s being this mean
So when you see me, dressin up like a nerd on tv
Or heard the cd usin the fag word so freely
It’s just me being me, here want me to tone it down?
{*lower pitch*} suck my fuckin dick, you faggot
You happy now? look here

[eminem - impersonating snoop]
I start some trouble everywhere that I go (that I go)
Ask the bouncers in the club cause they know (cause they know)
I start some shit they throw me out the back do’ (the back do’)
Come back and shoot the club up with a fo’-fo’ (a fo’-fo’)

Chorus 2x

[xzibit]
2001 and forever
Slim shady, dr. dre, snoop dogg, x to the z, nate dogg
C’mon, yeah!!

Bitch Please Part 2

[dre] yeah whattup detroit?
[snoop] nu-uh, nu-uh nuh-no he didn’t!
Ahhh! they didn’t do it again,
What-what, what-what?
Did you shit on these niggaz two times dr. dre?
[dre] oh fo’ sho’!
[snoop] uh-uh, naw, ya smell that?
This is special right here
What-what, what-what-what?
Yeah, it’s a toast to the boogie baby
Uhh, to the boogie-oogie-oogie
Yeah, y’know! what’s crackin dre?

[dr. dre]
Just let me lay back and kick some mo’ simplistic pimp shit
On slim’s shit and start riots like limp bizkit (limp bizkit)
Throw on ’guilty conscience’ at concerts
And watch mosh pits til motherfuckers knock each other unconcious
(watch out now!) some of these crowds that slim draws
Is rowdy as crenshaw boulevard when it’s packed and fulla cars
Some of these crowds me and snoop draw +is+ niggaz from crenshaw
From long beach to south central
{*loud scream*} whoa, not these niggaz again
These grown-ass ignorant men with hair-triggers again
(hehe) you and what army could harm me?
D-r-e and shady, with doggy from long beach
(east-syde!) came a long way, to makin these songs play
It’ll be a wrong move, to stare at me the wrong way
I got a long uz’, and I carry it all day
(blaow!) sometimes it’s like a nightmare, just bein andre,
But i..

[snoop dogg]
Somehow, someway - tell ’em, nigga
You know about dogg-ay (snoop dogg)
Now let me cut these niggaz up and show em where da fuck I’m comin from
I get the party crackin from the shit that I be spittin son
Hit-and-run, get it done, get the funds, split and run
Got about fifty gungs, and I love all of ’em the same - bang bang!
Damn baby girl what’s your name?
I forgot - what’d you say it was? damn a nigga buzzed
Hangin in the club, with my nephew eminem
(whassup slim? ) whattup cuz? (whattup snoop? )
The great white american hope, done hooked up
With the king of the motherfuckin west coast, bay-bayy!

Chorus: nate dogg (+snoop)

And you don’t really wanna fuck, with me
Only nigga that I trust, is me
Fuck around and make me bust, this heat
[snoop] that’s, the devil, they always wanna dance

[xzibit]
I’m the head nigga in charge, I’m watchin you move
You’re found dead in your garage, with ten o’clock news coverage
Gotta love it, cause I expose the facade
Your little lungs is too small to hotbox with god
All jokes aside, come bounce with us
Standin over you with a twelve gauge, about to bust
It’s like ashes to ashes and dust to dust
I might leave in the bodybag, but never in cuffs
So who do you trust? they just not rugged enough
When things get rough I’m in the club shootin with puff
Bitch, please - you must have a mental disease
Assume the position and get back down on your knees - c’mon

Chorus 2x

[eminem - impersonating snoop]
Awww naww, big slim dogg
Eighty pound balls, dick six inch long
Back up, in the, heezy bay-bay
He’s sha-day!

[snoop] he’s so cra-zay!

[eminem]
Hahaha! gimme the mic, let me recite, ’til timothy white
Pickets outside the interscope offices every night
What if he’s right? I’m just a criminal, makin a living
Off of the world’s misery - what in the world gives me the right
To say what I like, and walk around flippin the bird
Livin the urban life, like a white kid from the ’burbs
Dreamin at night of screamin at mom, schemin to leave
Run away from home and grow to be as evil as me
I just want you all to notice me and people to see
That somewhere deep down, there’s a decent human being in me
It just can’t be found, so the reason you’ve been seeing this me
Is cause this is me now, the recent dude who’s being this mean
So when you see me, dressin up like a nerd on tv
Or heard the cd usin the fag word so freely
It’s just me being me, here want me to tone it down?
{*lower pitch*} suck my fuckin dick, you faggot
You happy now? look here

[eminem - impersonating snoop]
I start some trouble everywhere that I go (that I go)
Ask the bouncers in the club cause they know (cause they know)
I start some shit they throw me out the back do’ (the back do’)
Come back and shoot the club up with a fo’-fo’ (a fo’-fo’)

Chorus 2x

[xzibit]
2001 and forever
Slim shady, dr. dre, snoop dogg, x to the z, nate dogg
C’mon, yeah!!

Brain Damage

[doctor] scalpel
[nurse] here
[doctor] sponge
[nurse] here
[doctor] wait.. he’s convulsing, he’s convulsing!
[nurse] ah!
[doctor] we’re gonna have to shock him!
[nurse] oh my! oh my god!
[doctor] we’re gonna have to shock him!
[nurse] oh my god!

[eminem]
These are the results of a thousand electric volts
A neck with bolts, nurse we’re losin him, check the pulse!
A kid who refused to respect adults
Wore spectacles with taped frames and a freckled nose
A corny lookin white boy, scrawny and always ornery
Cause I was always sick of brawny bullies pickin on me
And I might snap, one day just like that
I decided to strike back and flatten every tire on the bike rack
(whosssssh) my first day in junior high, this kid said,
It’s you and i, three o’clock sharp this afternoon you die
I looked at my watch it was one twenty
I already gave you my lunch money what more do you want from me? !?
He said, don’t try to run from me, you’ll just make it worse...
My palms were sweaty, and I started to shake at first
Something told me, try to fake a stomach ache it works
I screamed, owww! my appendix feels like they could burst!
Teacher, teacher, quick I need a naked nurse!
[t] what’s the matter?
[e] I don’t know, my leg, it hurts!
[t] leg? !? I thought you said it was your tummy? !?
[e] oh, I mean it is, but I also got a bum knee!
[t] mr. mathers, the fun and games are over.
And just for that stunt, you’re gonna get some extra homework.
[e] but don’t you wanna give me after school detention?
[t] nah, that bully wants to beat your ass and i’ma let him.

Chorus: repeat 2x

Brain damage, ever since the day I was born
Drugs is what they used to say I was on
They say I never knew which way I was goin
But everywhere I go they keep playin my song

[eminem]
Brain damage..
Way before my baby daughter hailey
I was harassed daily by this fat kid named d’angelo bailey
An eighth grader who acted obnoxious, cause his father boxes
So everyday he’d shove me in the lockers
One day he came in the bathroom while I was pissin
And had me in the position to beat me into submission
He banged my head against the urinal til he broke my nose,
Soaked my clothes in blood, grabbed me and choked my throat
I tried to plead and tell him, we shouldn’t beef
But he just wouldn’t leave, he kept chokin me and I couldn’t breathe
He looked at me and said, you gonna die honkey!
The principal walked in (what’s going on in here? )
And started helpin him stomp me
I made them think they beat me to death
Holdin my breath for like five minutes before they finally left
Then I got up and ran to the janitor’s storage booth
Kicked the door hinge loose and ripped out the four inch screws
Grabbed some sharp objects, brooms, and foreign tools
This is for every time you took my orange juice,
Or stole my seat in the lunchroom and drank my chocolate milk.
Every time you tipped my tray and it dropped and spilt.
I’m gettin you back bully! now once and for good.
I cocked the broomstick back and swung hard as I could
And beat him over the head with it til I broke the wood
Knocked him down, stood on his chest with one foot..
.. made it home, later that same day
Started reading a comic, and suddenly everything became gray
I couldn’t even see what I was tryin to read
I went deaf, and my left ear started to bleed
My mother started screamin, what are you on, drugs? !?
Look at you, you’re gettin blood all over my rug! (sorry!)
She beat me over the head with the remote control
Opened a hole, and my whole brain fell out of my skull
I picked it up and screamed, look bitch, what have you done? !?
[m] oh my god, I’m sorry son
[e] shut up you cunt! I said, fuck it!
Took it and stuck it back up in my head
Then I sewed it shut and put a couple of screws in my neck

Chorus

[eminem]
Brain damage..
It’s brain damage..
I got brain damage..
It’s brain damage..
It’s probably brain damage..
It’s brain damage..
Brain damage..
I got brain damage..

Busa Rhyme

Artist: missy ’misdemeanor’ elliott f/ eminem
[missy] slim shady (4x)

[eminem]
Well I do pop pills, I keep my tube socks filled
Pop the same shit that got tupac killed
Spit game to these hoes, like a soap opera episode
And punch a bitch in the nose, til her whole face explodes
There’s three things I hate: girls, women and bitches
Smack bitches that walk up, and drop-kick midgets
Call me boogie night, the stalker that walks awkward
Stick figure, with a dick bigger than mark wahlberg
Comin through the airport, sluggish, walkin on crutches
Hit a fuckin [*pregnant chick*] in her [*stomach*] with luggage
It’s like a dream I can’t snap out, I black out, and back out
Lookin for some other thug, to beat the crap out
I’m bringin you rap singers two middle fingers
I flip you off in french, then translate in english
Then i’ma vanish off the face of the planet and come back
Speakin so much spanish, pun can’t even understand it

[missy] won’t you busa rhyme for me boy .. slim shady
[shady] yeah
[missy] won’t you busa rhyme for me boy .. slim motherfuckin shady
[shady] yeah
[missy] won’t you busa rhyme for me boy .. slim shady
[shady] yeah
[missy] won’t you busa rhyme for me boy ..

[eminem]
I had a huge attitude, started off staticky
Mad at you, had you mad at me automatically (one more time)
I’m not a commodity, I’m an oddity
Who oddly enough developed himself a halloween following
It’s so big, if I counted up all the freaks who follow me
I’d probably owe ozzy osbourne an apology
College girls, live in an alcoholic’s world
Full of earl, head twirls every time the toilet swirls *flush*
Covered in throw-up, and I refuse to grow up
I won’t budge, I still tell a grown-up to shut up (shut up!)
I made this rap game suspenseful, cause now I got a impulse
To give you insults wrote with a pencil (bitch)
And waste the paper on you, choppin down the oakwood
Cause everything that you wrote in your notebook was no good
And as long as I stay in the studio and keep cuttin
You motherfuckers are puttin your words together for nuttin

[missy] won’t you busa rhyme for me boy .. slim shady
[shady] what’s the deal?
[missy] won’t you busa rhyme for me boy .. slim motherfuckin shady
[shady] yeah.. who?
[missy] won’t you busa rhyme for me boy .. slim shady
[shady] what’s the deal?
[missy] won’t you busa rhyme for me boy ..

[missy]
Turn the music up, we gon’ wake the neighbors
We gon’ get high, we gon’ roll to vegas
Me and slim shady, on some shit daily
What you want what you got is it hot? (is it hot? )

Turn the music up, we gon’ wake the neighbors
We gon’ get high, we gon’ roll to vegas
Me and slim shady, on some shit daily
What you want (yo) what you want (yo) ahh uhh yo

A person from another planet might disagree with you
Well if you want my opinion, it comes from right here on earth

[eminem]
Slim shady.. misdemeanor..
Timbaland.. slim shady..
Misdemeanor..

I’m homicidal, and suicidal with no friends
Holdin a gun with no handle, just a barrel at both ends
Sprayin tecs at you until you see your fuckin legs
With the bullet holes and the exit wounds layin next to you
(ahh!) fuckin mad dog, foamin at the mouth
Fuck mouth, my whole house, is foamin at the couch
Jumped out of the 93rd floor of a building
And shot every window out on the way down to the ground (keep filming!)
Woke up to a hospital staff, got up and laughed, chopped em in half
Suffocated the oxygen mask
Shit if I get any higher, i’ma get the east and west beefin again
Slide back to detroit and stand in the crossfire

[missy]
Y’all better call the police ’fore I kill this track
Don’t shoot missy!!! get back
Uhh, i’ma put you all in the line
Uhh, and i’ma watch you mc’s die
Yo mommy, mommy, missy done lost her mind!
I think somebody done pissed her off this time!
Yo, i’ma have to bust you through your chest and
Uhh, you will have to clean up the mess (uh-huh)
It’s rainin rainin and it’s pourin loud
Never fear, cause pissy missy’s through the crowd
Uhh, I hear the gats go cha-pow
Who shot me damnit? bitch get down
Don’t walk when I talk, I never talk when I smile (uh-huh)
Lay em on down, like they lived underground (uh)
For the sound, that me and, timbaland, we found
Get your ass, kicked later, or get your ass, kicked now

Uhh.. one-two
Misdemeanor, slim shady
Timbaland, motherfucker
Uhh uhh uhh
Cool, cool, cool
Triple zero

Criminal

[eminem]
A lot of people ask me.. stupid fuckin questions
A lot of people think that.. what I say on records
Or what I talk about on a record, that I actually do in real life
Or that I believe in it
Or if I say that, I wanna kill somebody, that..
I’m actually gonna do it
Or that I believe in it
Well, shit.. if you believe that
Then I’ll kill you
You know why?
Cuz I’m a

Criminal
Criminal
You God damn right
I’m a criminal
Yeah, I’m a criminal

[eminem]
My words are like a dagger with a jagged edge
That’ll stab you in the head
Whether you’re a fag or lez
Or the homosex, hermaph or a trans-a-vest
Pants or dress - hate fags? the answer’s yes
Homophobic? nah, you’re just heterophobic
Starin at my jeans, watchin my genitals bulgin (ooh!)
That’s my motherfuckin balls, you’d better let go of em
They belong in my scrotum, you’ll never get hold of em
Hey, it’s me, versace
Whoops, somebody shot me!
And I was just checkin the mail
Get it? checkin the ’male’?
How many records you expectin to sell
After your second lp sends you directly to jail?
C’mon!-- relax guy, I like gay men
Right, ken? give me an amen (aaa-men!)
Please lord, this boy needs jesus
Heal this child, help us destroy these demons
Oh, and please send me a brand new car
And a prostitute while my wife’s sick in the hospital
Preacher preacher, fifth grade teacher
You can’t reach me, my mom can’t neither
You can’t teach me a goddamn thing cause
I watch tv, and comcast cable
And you ain’t able to stop these thoughts
You can’t stop me from toppin these charts
And you can’t stop me from droppin each march
With a brand new cd for these fuckin retards
Duhhh, and to think, it’s just little ol’ me
Mr. don’t give a fuck, still won’t leave

Chorus: eminem (repeat 2x)

I’m a criminal
Cuz every time I write a rhyme, these people think it’s a crime
To tell em what’s on my mind - I guess I’m a criminal
But I don’t gotta say a word, I just flip em the bird
And keep goin, I don’t take shit from no one

[eminem]
My mother did drugs - tar, liquor, cigarettes, and speed
The baby came out - disfigured, ligaments indeed
It was a seed who would grow up just as crazy as she
Don’t dare make fun of that baby cause that baby was me
I’m a criminal - an animal caged who turned crazed
But how the fuck you sposed to grow up when you weren’t raised?
So as I got older and I got a lot taller
My dick shrunk smaller, but my balls got larger
I drink malt liquor to fuck you up quicker
Than you’d wanna fuck me up for sayin the word ...
My morals went thhbbpp when the president got oral
Sex in his oval office on top of his desk
Off of his own employee
Now don’t ignore me, you won’t avoid me
You can’t miss me, I’m white, blonde-haired
And my nose is pointy
I’m the bad guy who makes fun of people that die
In plane crashes and laughs
As long as it ain’t happened to him
Slim shady, I’m as crazy as em
-inem and kim combined - *kch* the maniac’s in
Replacin the doctor cause dre couldn’t make it today
He’s a little under the weather, so I’m takin his place
(mm-mm-mmm!) oh, that’s dre with an ak to his face
Don’t make me kill him too and spray his brains all over the place
I told you dre, you should’ve kept that thang put away
I guess that’ll teach you not to let me play with it, eh?
I’m a criminal

[interlude skit]
Aight look (uh huh) just go up in that motherfucker
Get the motherfuckin money and get the fuck up outta there
[em] aight
I’ll be right here waitin on you
[em] aight
Yo em
[em] what? !
Don’t kill nobody this time
[em] awwright... God damn, fuck...
(whistling) how you doin’?
[teller] hi, how can I help you?
[eminem] yeah I need to make a withdrawl
[teller] okay
[eminem] put the fuckin money in the bag bitch
And I won’t kill you!
[teller] what? oh my god, don’t kill me
[eminem] I’m not gonna kill you bitch, quit lookin around...
[teller] don’t kill me, please don’t kill me...
[eminem] I said I’m not gonna fuckin kill you
Hurry the fuck up! {*boom*} thank you!

[eminem]
Windows tinted on my ride when I drive in it
So when I rob a bank, run out and just dive in it
So I’ll be disguised in it
And if anybody identifies the guy in it
I’ll hide for five minutes
Come back, shoot the eyewitness
Fire at the private eye hired to pry in my business
Die, bitches, bastards, brats, pets
This puppy’s lucky I didn’t blast his ass yet
If I ever gave a fuck, I’d shave my nuts
Tuck my dick inbetween my legs and cluck
You motherfuckin chickens ain’t brave enough
To say the stuff I say, so this tape is shut
Shit, half the shit I say, I just make it up
To make you mad so kiss my white naked ass
And if it’s not a rapper that I make it as
I’ma be a fuckin rapist in a jason mask

(chorus 2x)

Cum on Everybody

[girl] hmm-hmm-hmhmhmmhm.. ahhh, whooooo!! shit
[em] yo, mic check
Testing one, two, um... twelve
(whattup whattup whattup.. outsidaz)
[em] this is my dance song (outsidaz)
Can you hear me?
(rah digga, pacewon, young zee)
[em] aight, ay turn my headphones up
(bust it bust it)

[eminem]
My favoite color is red, like the blood shed
From kurt cobain’s head, when he shot himself dead
Women all grabbin at my shishkabob
Bought lauryn hill’s tape so her kids could starve
(I can’t stand white people!)
You thought I was livid, now I’m even more so
Shit I got full blown aids and a sore throat
I got a wardrobe with an orange robe {*wolf whistle*}
I’m in the fourth row, signin autographs at your show
(yo can you sign this right here? )
I just remembered that I’m absent minded
Wait, I mean I’ve lost my mind, I can’t find it
I’m freestylin every verse that I spit
Cause I don’t even remember the words to my shit (umm, one two)
I told the doc I need a change in sickness
And gave a girl herpes in exchange for syphilis
Put my lp on your christmas gift list
You wanna get high, here bitch just sniff this

Cum on everybody -- get down tonight (8x)

[eminem]
Yo.. yo yo yo yo
I tried suicide once and I’ll try it again
That’s why I write songs where I die at the end
Cause I don’t give a fuck, like my middle finger was stuck
And I was wavin it at everybody screamin, I suck (I suck!!!)
I go on stage in front of a sellout crowd
And yell out loud, all y’all get the hell out now
Fuck rap, I’m givin it up y’all, I’m sorry
(but eminem this is your record release party!)
I’m bored out of my gourd -- so I took a hammer
And nailed my foot to the floorboard of my ford
Guess I’m just a sick sick bastard
Who’s one sandwich short of a picnic basket (I ain’t got it all)
One excederin tablet short of a full medicine cabinet
I feel like my head has been shredded like lettuce and cabbage
(ohhhhhhh) and if you ever see a video for this shit
I’ll probably be dressed up like a mummy with my wrists slit

Cum on everybody -- get down tonight (8x)

[eminem]
Got bitches on my jock out in east detroit
Cause they think that I’m a motherfuckin beastie boy {*wolf whistle*}
So I told em I was mike d
They was like, gee I don’t know, he might be!
I told em, meet me at kid rock’s next concert
I’ll be standin by the loch ness monster (okay) peace out (bye!!)
Then I jetted to the weed house
Smoked out til I started bustin freestyles
Broke out then I dipped quick back to the crib, put on lipstick
Crushed up the tylenol and ate it with a dipstick (*slurping*}
Made a couple of crank calls collect [*brrrrrrring, click*]
Ken kaniff from connecticut, can you accept?
I wanna make songs all the fellas dub
And murder every rich rapper that I’m jealous of
So just remember when I bomb your set
Yo, I only cuss to make your mom upset

Cum on everybody -- get down tonight (20x)

 

Dead Wrong

Artist: notorious b.i.g. f/ eminem
* the original version on promo 12 does not feature eminem

[puff] bad boy baby
[big] yeah.. yeah..
Junior m.a.f.i.a., yeah..
[puff] yeah.. b.i.g. 2000
B.i.g. 2000 born again.. c’mon..

Chorus: notorious b.i.g.

The weak or the strong, who got it goin on
You’re dead wrong
The weak or the strong, who got it goin on
You’re dead wrong

[notorious b.i.g.]
Relax and take notes, while I take tokes of the marijuana smoke
Throw you in a choke - gun smoke, gun smoke
Biggie smalls for mayor, the rap slayer
The hooker layer - motherfucker say your prayers
Hail mary full of grace.. smack the bitch in the face;
Take her gucci bag and the north face
Off her back, jab her if she act
Funny with the money oh you got me mistaken honey
I don’t wanna rape ya, I just want the paper
The visa, kapeesha? I’m out like, the vapors
Who’s the one you call mr. macho, the head honcho
Swift fist like camacho, I got so
Much style I should be down wit the stylistics
Make up to break up {*singing in background*} niggaz need to wake up
Smell the indonesia; beat you to a seizure
Then fuck your moms, hit the skins til amnesia
She don’t remember shit! just the two hits!
Her hittin the floor, and me hittin the clits!
Suckin on the tits! had the hooker beggin for the dick
And your moms ain’t ugly love; my dick got rock quick
I guess I was a combination of house of pain and bobby brown
I was humpin around and jump-in around
Jacked her then I asked her who’s the man; she said, b-i-g
Then I bust in her e-y-e (yo big, you’re dead wrong)

Chorus 2x + I don’t care what nobody say sample (4x at start)

[notorious b.i.g.]
When I get dusted, I like to spread the blood like mustard
Trust it, my hardcore rain leaves you rusted
Move over lucifer, I’m more ruthless, huh
Leave your toothless, you’ll kibbitz, I’ll flip it
Tears don’t affect me, I hit ’em with the tech g
Disrespect me - my potency is deadly
I’m shootin babies, no ifs ands or maybes
Hit mummy in the tummy if the hooker plays a dummy
Slit the wrist of little sis
After she sucked the dick, I stabbed her brother with the icepick
Because he wanted me to fuck him from the back
But smalls don’t get down like that
Got your father hidin in a room; fucked him with the broom
Slit him down the back and threw salt in the wound
Who you think you’re dealin with?
Anybody step into my path is fuckin feelin it!
Hardcore, I got it sucked like a pussy
Stab ya til you’re gushy, so please don’t push.. me
I’m using rubbers so they won’t trace the semen
The black demon, got the little hookers screamin
Because you know I love it young, fresh and green
With no hair in between, know what I mean?

Chorus 2x + I don’t care what nobody say sample (4x at start)

[puff] ladies and gentlemen..

[eminem]
There’s several different levels to devil worshippin: horse’s heads,
Human sacrifices, canibalism; candles and exorcism
Animals havin sex with ’em; camels mammals and rabbits
But I don’t get into that, I kick the habit - I just,
Beat you to death with weapons that eat through the flesh
And I never eat you unless the fuckin, meat looks fresh
I got a lion in my pocket, I’m lyin, I got a nine in my pocket
And baby I’m just, dyin to cock him
He’s ready for war, I’m ready for war
I got machetes and swords for any faggot that said he was raw
My uz’ as, heavy as yours, yeah you met me before
I just didn’t have as large an arsenal of weapons before
Marshall will step in the door, I lay your head on the floor
With your body spread on the bedspread, red on the wall
Red on the ceilin, red on the floor, get a new whore
Met on the second, wet on the third;
Then she’s dead on the fourth - I’m dead wrong

Chorus 2x + I don’t care what nobody say sample (4x at start)

Chorus repeats to fade..

[puff daddy]
Uh-huh, and we won’t stop, because we can’t stop

Dont Approach Me

[x] pssh, man I need a lighter man
[e] right here
[x] yeahhh.. whassup slim?
[e] what’s crackin?
[x] hit this shit
[e] ssshhit I almost hit this motherfucker today
[x] psh, is that right?
[e] what is it with motherfuckers thinkin that..
[e] {*sigh*} because we’re in the spotlight or whatever that..
[e] they can do or say whatever they want to us
[e] and that we won’t retaliate
[x] protect my motherfuckin’ self, by any
[both] means, necessary
[e] right?

[chorus 2x: eminem]
Cause you don’t know me, I don’t know you
So don’t approach me, I won’t approach you
And don’t insult me, I won’t insult you
Cause you don’t know what I will or I won’t do

[xzibit]
Make no mistake, I’m the golden state heavyweight
Bein underrated gave me time to create it
Can you relate? I renovate, straight out the gate
Carried my weight, but seem to receive nothin but hate
Millionaires snatchin crumbs off my little son plate
Kidnapped, locked in a trunk, get shot in the face
No hoes, no clothes, no one showin up for my shows
You know how it goes; I might as well kick it at home
But my baby momma hate my guts and can’t stand me (yeah)
Packed up, moved out, started a new family
So all this strugglin for what, so I can blow up
Marry a slut but can’t watch my seed grow up?
Fuck that, this the fuckin thanks I get
For tryin to edutain assholes and feed my bitch
Yo I feel like my whole life is upside down (upside down)
Cause you seein more support than I’m seein my child
It’s like..

[eminem]
.. everyday I wake up, another drama
It’s a wonder I’m alive, survivin this karma
If I can hold on to my private life for five minutes longer
I might get my wife to let go of this knife and just calm her
Without these cameras in our faces like animals
For your channel 2 action news to follow our ambulence up the avenue
And catch a glimpse of all the suicide attempts
And what we do in private since they won’t let us put up a fence
And you wonder why I carry every gun under the sun
Whether it’s unloaded full or an un-registered one
No bullet, you’re so full of shit
This clip is so full it’ll spit if I don’t pull it
And don’t give me no bullshit I’m not in the mood
I just got in a feud in some parkin lot with a dude
Over kim and she just slit both of her wrists over the shit
Don’t tell me bout the show business shit
I know what this is, bitch

[chorus]

[xzibit]
This ain’t business, this is personal bitch
You don’t know xzibit from shit, new school, class dismissed
I had a very fucked up day, I’m needin this fit
Shuttin motherfuckers up like they pleadin the 5th
Yo em it’s time to get serious with it (yeah)
Time for everybody to feel it, similar to the egg in the skillet
This is your brain on drugs, xzibit brain on thugs
Ain’t no neighborhood that’s big enough to bang on us
Ain’t no love lost my niggaz, relax yo’self
I’m about to snatch it all and start spreadin the wealth
To my niggaz who never seen it I mean it when I holla
At the top of my lungs about my guns and my loved ones
Got, tons of ammo to crack your enamel
Changin your channel, you played like a fuckin piano
Ridin slow through cali like I’m ridin a camel
Millionaire motherfuckers with their brains in their flannels
I feel like, tony soprano, who do I trust now?
Just hit me on my tele’ nigga soon as I touch down
Spit lines to split spines just to get mine
Big behind bitches gettin dick to spit shine
Sniff lines of coke, that’s the only shit that make you dope
Bitch-ass nigga that’s droppin the soap
Get choked out and beat, put your head in a vise-grip
And turn til you motherfuckers tell me the right shit

[eminem]
So do I gotta buy a whole block to myself
A front door with twelve locks
And have a bodyguard walk me out to my mailbox
And everytime somebody makes a threat, run and tell cops?
Fuck that, I protect myself with these twelve shots
And one in the chamber, gun in the waist
And one in the ankle, waitin for someone to come to my place
Tryin to walk up and knock like these cocksuckers are not
Gonna get a shotgun or a glock shoved in their face?
And it’s a disgrace hailey can’t play with her toys
In the front yard without you drivin by honkin your horn
Screamin some shit, leanin out your windows, beepin n shit
Or pullin up in my drive like I won’t leap in your whip
And so these kids tell their friends and relatives where I live
So my address ends up on the internet again
So then, I do an interview with spin, tellin them
That if someone comes to my crib, i’ma shove a gun in their ribs
And reporters, blow it out of proportion
Oh, now he’s pullin guns on his fans
Just for tryin to stand on his porch
And I’m the bad guy, cause I don’t answer my door like hey hi!
You guys wants some autographs? okay, form a straight line!
Sometimes I feel like loadin this rifle
And climbin the roof at night and hidin outside to snipe you
It’s not that I don’t like you..
.. it’s just that I’m not behind the mic
I’m a person who’s just like you

Drug Ballad

[girl] yeaaah, hahahaha...whooooo, shit!
[em](aight)
[eminem] guess what? I ain’t coming in yet...
I’ll come in a minute
[eminem] ayo...this is my love song...it goes like this

[eminem]
Back when mark walhberg was marky mark
This is how we used to make the party start
We used to mix hen’ with bacardi dark
And when it, kicks in you can hardly talk
And by the, sixth gin you’re gonna probably crawl
And you’ll be, sick then and you’ll probably barf
And my pre-diction is you’re gonna probably fall
Either somewhere in the lobby or the hallway wall
And everything’s spinning
You’re beginin’ to think women
Are swimming in pink linen again in the sink
Then in a couple of minutes that bottle of guiness is finished
You are now allowed to officially slap bitches
You have the right to remain violent and start wilin’
Start a fight with the same guy that was smart eyin’ you
Get in your car, start it, and start drivin’
Over the island and cause a 42 car pile-up
[em’s spaceman voice]earth calling, pilot to co-pilot
Look at the life on this planet, sir, no sign of it
All I can see is a bunch of smoke flyin’
And I’m so high that I might die if I go by it
Let me out of this place
I’m outta place
I’m in outer space
I’ve just vanished without a trace
I’m going to a pretty place now where the flowers grow
I’ll be back in an hour or so

Chorus

[eminem]
’cause every time I go to try to leave
Something keeps pullin’ on my sleeve
I don’t wanna, but I gotta stay
These drugs really got ahold of me

’cause every time I try to tell them no
They won’t let me ever let them go
I’m a sucka all I gotta say
These drugs really got ahold of me

[eminem]
In third grade, all I used to do
Was sniff glue through a tube and play rubix cube
17 years later I’m as rude as jude
Scheming on the first chick with the hugest boobs
I’ve got no game
And every face looks the same
They’ve got no name
So I don’t need game to play
I just say whatever I want to whoever I want
Whenever I want, wherever I want, however I want
However, I do show some respect to few
As ecstacy got me standing next to you
Getting sentimental as fuck spillin’ guts to you
We just met
But I think I’m in love with you
But you’re on it too
So you tell me you love me too
Wake up in the morning like yo, what the fuck we do?
I gotta go bitch
You know I have stuff to do
’cause if I get caught cheatin’ then I’m stuck with you
But in the long run
These drugs are probably going to catch up sooner or later
But fuck it, I’m on one
So let’s enjoy
Let the x destroy your spinal cord
So it’s not a straight line no more
’til we walk around looking like some wind-up dolls
Shit’s sticking out of our backs like a dinosaur
Shit, six hits won’t even get me high no more
So bye for now
I’m going to try to find some more

Chorus

[eminem]
That’s the sound of a bottle when it’s hollow
When you swallow it all wollow and drown in your sorrow
And tomorrow you’re probably going to want to do it again
What’s a little spinal fluid between you and a friend? screw it
And what’s a little bit of alcohol poisoning?
And what’s a little fight?
Tomorrow you’ll be boys again
It’s your life
Live it however you wanna
Marijuana is everywhere
Where was you brought up?
It don’t matter as long as you get where you’re going
’cause none of the shit is going to mean shit where we’re going
They tell you to stop, but you just sit there ignoring
Even though you wake up feeling like shit every morning
But you’re young
You’ve got a lot of drugs to do
Girls to screw
Parties to crash
Sucks to be you
If I could take it all back now, I wouldn’t
I would have did more shit that people said that I shouldn’t
But I’m all grown up now and upgraded and graduated
Did better drugs and updated
But I’ve still got a lot of growing up to do
I’ve still got a whole lot of throwing up to spew
But when it’s all said and done I’ll be 40
Before I know it with a 40 on the porch telling stories
With a bottle of jack
Two grandkids in my lap
Babysiting for haley while haley’s out getting smashed

Chorus 2x (same as previous, but 2nd time
The last line is repeated like this)

Drugs really got ahold of me
They really got ahold of me
’cause drugs really got ahold of me
They really got ahold of me

Eminem Freestyle

Artist: tony touch f/ eminem


[eminem]
If I’m elected for ten terms
I’m renewing the staff after the inagural
And hiring all girls as interns
If I don’t like you, I’ll snatch you outta your mic booth
While you’re rappin and pull your right through the window and fight you
I’ll take you straight to the pavement
Uppercut you, and scrape your face wit a bracelet
Like a razor that shaved it
Three drinks and I’m ready to flash
Runnin on stage in a g-string, wit a bee sting on my ass (look!)
It’s probably all cuz I ain’t awkward at all
I just like to walk through the mall, stop, and talk to the wall
And have a relapse after I just fought through withdrawl
(hop in the car little girl, I just bought you a doll)
The bad and evil movement is comin
Plus the music is pumpin like a pill freak wit a tube in his stomach
I write a rhyme a day
So it’s no wonder how come your whole album
Is soundin like a bunch of shit that I would say
Whether it’s one verse or one letter
I’ll probably be the cleverest one that never gets spun ever
It’s slim shady and tony touch, it’s only us
The rest of y’all are just stuck in the middle wit monie love

Eminem Part 1

Met a retarted kid named greg, with a wooden leg
Snatched it off and beat him over the head with a peg
Go to bed with a keg, wake up with a forty
Mix it with alka seltzer and formula 44-d
Forget an acid tab I’ll strap the whole sheet to my forehead
Wait until it absorbed and fell to the floor dead
No more said case closed end of discussion
We blowing up like spontaneous human combustion
Leaving you in the aftermath of holocaust and dramas
Cross the bombest
We blowing up your house
Killing your parents and coming back to get your foster mommas
I’m as good at keeping a promise as nastradamus
Cause I ain’t making no more threats
I’m doing drive-bys in tinted corvettes
On vietnam war vets
I am more or less sick in the head
Maybe more
Because I smoked crack today, yesterday,
And the day before sabateur
Walk the block with a labrador
Strapped with more straps than el salvador
Foul style galore
Verbal cow manure
Coming together like an eyebrow on al b. sure

Forgot About Dre

Artist: dr. dre f/ eminem[dr. dre]
Y’all know me, still the same o.g., but I been low key
Hated on by most these niggaz wit no cheese, no deals and no g’s
No wheels and no keys, no boats no snowmobiles, and no ski’s
Mad at me cause I can finally afford to provide my family wit groceries
Got a crib wit a studio and it’s all full of tracks
To add to the wall full of plaques
Hangin up in the office in back of my house like trophies
Did y’all think i’ma let my dough freeze? hoe please
You better bow down on both knees
Who you think taught you to smoke trees?
Who you think brought you the oldies?
Eazy-e’s, ice cube’s, and d.o.c’s
The snoop d-o-double-g’s
And the group that said mother-fuck tha police
Gave you a tape full of dope beats
To bump when you stroll through in your hood
And when your album sales wasn’t doin too good
Who’s the doctor they told you to go see?
Y’all better listen up closely
All you niggaz that said that I turned pop, or the firm flopped
Y’all are the reason that dre ain’t been gettin no sleep
So fuck y’all, all of y’all; if y’all don’t like me, blow me!
Y’all are gonna keep fuckin around wit me
And turn me back to the old me

Chorus: eminem (repeat 2x)

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin to say
But nothin comes out when they move their lips;
Just a bunch of gibberish
And motherfuckers act like they forgot about dre

[eminem]
So what do you say to somebody you hate (what? )
Or anyone tryin to bring trouble your way?
Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way? (yup)
Then just study a tape of n.w.a.!
One day I was walkin by, wit a walkman on, when I caught a guy
Give me an awkward eye (what you lookin at? )
And strangled him off in the parkin lot, wit his karl kani
I don’t give a fuck if it’s dark or not
I’m harder than me tryin to park a dodge
When I’m drunk as fuck
Right next to a humungous truck in a two-car garage {*crunch*}
Hoppin out wit two broken legs, tryin to walk it off
Fuck you too bitch, call the cops!
I’ma kill you and them loud ass motherfuckin barkin dogs
And when the cops came through
Me and dre stood next to a burnt down house
Wit a can full of gas and a hand full of matches
And still weren’t found out (right here)
From here on out it’s the chronic 2
Startin today and tomorrow’s the new
And I’m still loco enough
To choke you to death wit a charleston chew
{*eminem’s vocal turntable*}
Slim shady - hotter then a set of twin babies
In a mercedes benz wit the windows up
When the temp goes up to the mid 80’s
Callin men ladies; sorry doc but I been crazy
There’s no way that you can save me
It’s okay, go with him hailey (da-da? )

Chorus

[dr. dre]
If it was up to me, you muh’fuckers would stop comin up to me
Wit your hands out lookin up to me, like you want somethin free
When my last cd was out, you wasn’t bumpin me
But now that I got this little company
Everybody wanna come to me like it was some disease
But you won’t get a crumb from me
Cause I’m from the streets of (compton, compton)
I told em all - all them little gangstas
Who you think helped mold ’em all?
Now you wanna run around talkin bout guns like I ain’t got none
What you think I sold ’em all?
Cause I stay well off
Now all I get is hate mail all day sayin dre fell off
What cause I been in the lab wit a pen and a pad
Tryin to get this damn label off?
I ain’t havin that; this is the millenium of aftermath
It ain’t gon’ be nothin after that
So give me one more platinum plaque
And fuck rap! you can have it back
So where’s all the madd rappers at?
It’s like a jungle in this habitat
But all you savage cats, know that I was strapped wit gats
When you were cuddlin a cabbage patch

Chorus

Chorus 1/2 (after music ends)

Fuck Off

Artist: kid rock f/ eminema shimmy shimmy go go motha fuckin pop
It’s the k-k-kid rock with the k-k-kid rock shit
I’m on top bitch and rock for tricks
Hella whips and nips and flip trips for whips
I get all the money pussy falls like rain
Been gettin’ laid and paid that’s why I never complain
If I ain’t in it for the money I’m in it for the p (or is it d)
It’s 1998 yo and you still can’t fuck with me
You don’t be fuckin’ with the blue eye
Fuckin’ with my 2-5 up your fuckin’ ass like my shoe size
I got a new vibe, kinda like voodoo
You do what we say and we’ll do what we want to
We’re fuckin’ up your city and we’re fuckin’ up your progam
Fuckin’ all your bitches we can fuckin’ give a goddamn
Twisted brown gets down with no assistance
We won’t quit until we’re banned from existence
Persistance pays if that holds true
Then I’m gonna buy this fuckin’ planet before the time I’m through
I was praised and raised on the thoughts of no takings
So let me get what I got comin’ and the rest I’m fakin’
I’m shakin’ like jerry lee lewis and shit
You act like the motherfucker’s new at this shit
But I’ve been true to this shit given’ my heart and soul
Been shinin’ like a diamond but gettin’ passed as coal
So fuck off
Yeah

With my pants half hangin’ off my ass and shit
Bowl filled hash pockets stuffed with cash
I be the mushroom trippin’ sippin’ shots of jack
’cause the kids don’t listen gettin’ lots of flack
I be the do wa diddy up and down you block and
The 10 karat kid with my triggers cockin’
The k the I the d r-o-c k motherfucker and you still don’t know me
So blow me bitch I don’t rock for *edited*
I rock for the cash and the topless dancers
Don’t have no answers so pass the joint
I’m just paid in full and made in detroit
I ride like setta in the indy 5
And get live with that which get’s me high
Strive for perfection this much is true
We do what we say you say what we do
Kid rock I couldn’t be no bozo
And I get too much nina
*edited* and my glock rolls solo to arizona
I’m an easy rider dreamin’ of wynonna
I roam the country like a greyhound bus
Put faith in lust and in God I trust
I’m not peter pan I don’t fuck with fairies
But I bust more rhymes than virgin cherries
And harry carey couldn’t call my game
Fucked so many hoes I’m in the hall of fame
And I show no shame from coast to coast
I don’t mean to brag, but I like to boast
Fuck off
Yeah right in your mother fuckin’ ass bitch
With that detroit city shit ain’t shit swift we’re on the same script
Nothing new since 76 kid rock
Yo slim shady come break these mother fuckers off

(eminem)
Yo tell the world to hold their breath they’re breathing the wrong air
This planet belongs to me and this hippy with long hair
Two white boys who spike punch and like noise
Hang around drugs loud music and like noise
Slim shady and brown trucker another bunch of mother fuckers
Who hate the world as much as each other
And I ain’t leaving this party tonight
’til I see some naked bitches dancin’ around drunk touchin’ each other
Rum and pepsi got your perception of me sketchy
’cause when I stage dive people are scared to catch me
’cause all I do is curse and fuck
So when I do ’shrooms you all better give me two rooms
’cause I’m fuckin’ the first one up
So when you see me on your block you better lock your cars
’cause you know I’m losin’ it when I’m rappin’ to rock guitars
This is for children who break rules
People that straight fool
And ever single teenager that hates school

Fuck off

Get You Mad

Artist: sway and king tech f/ eminem

Yo.. yo! (* eminem hachs up spit *)
Mic check.. (my dick!)
Testing.. one, two (* eminem hach-spits on mic *)
Ffff-fuck.. (my dick!) my nuts..

My attitude is worse than nwa’s was
I’ll battle you over stupid shit and diss people
Who ain’t have shit to do with it, like cool j does (my tattoo!)
You see me standin outside of your buildin; screamin,
Puffy is good, (hey!) but slim shady is for the children! (wait!)
I look at my life in a new light -- fuck it
Give me two mics; I write songs for me -- fuck what you like
You’re probably hear me rap half-hearted; cause I don’t like rap anyway
I’m just tryin to get my porno career started
Every place and event.. +been there, done that+
Shit, dre stuck me in a suitcase when he went
(* zipper sound *) come on, let’s go!
Want a deal? study these 5 chapters
Lesson one: throw demos as hard as you can at signed rappers
Lesson two: face em and diss em (whattup dog? )
Don’t give em a demo; kidnap em (I want you to come with me)
And make em come to your basement and listen
(you’re gonna fuckin check this out)
Lesson three: get a job at a label; switch demos with canibus
And put yours on the owner’s table (here listen!)
Lesson four: ’know you heard this before’
Hey let me get your number; I’ll call you tomorrow, for sure!
Don’t act like a fan -- you wanna get signed?
Get the whitest a&r you can find
Pull him aside and rap as wack as you can
Lesson five: get a hook-up at jive
Dress up like i.c.p. and have them come see you perform live
And that’s the key, but when you see me on the street; I ain’t
Givin you shit bitch - don’t even bother askin me (get away from me)
Toilet water splashes me right in the ass when I’m spittin
Cause I’m always shittin when I’m rappin like master p (unnnggggh!)
Got a blowjob from paula jones, and stuffed it so far in her mouth
My balls broke both of her collarbones (oww!)
Told mya this shit was all about me-ah (it’s all about me..)
Gave alyssa milano syphillis, mono and gonorrhea (you’re a dick!)
And all three of my main girls said see-ya
Cause brandy and monica walked in and caught me fuckin aaliyah
(what? oh my god!) I splish splash while I’m takin a bath
Grab a handful of pills, break em in half, take em and laugh
White trash -- fuckin your wife in the ass (oh! ooh shady! oooh!)
While you’re out siphoning gas for your lawnmower to cut the grass

So if I hurt your self-esteem
And you get dissed too bad [yo why you diss me? ]
You know I just be sayin that to get you mad
And when I rap about a buncha shit you wished you had [a big dick!]
You know I just be sayin that to get you mad
I can’t listen to that song, that shit’s too sad!
You know I just be sayin that to get you mad
He’ll never make it, his wrist is slit too bad! [nurse! nurse!]
You know I just be sayin that to get you mad

What a wonderful day; I should go outside and play
Ain’t no need to sit inside the house and hibernate
Hi renee! (oh hi!) I was just about to toss a live grenade
In your driveway (what? ) and drive away (* car peels out *)
Are you afraid of a blade made of a razor with aids
Blood drippin from it, rippin your stomach like a paper mache
You talk a lotta shit, but you was never ill though
I’m sick enough to beat you to death with a feather pillow
Tipped over some cows, just for a joke and a laugh (mooooo!)
Jumped up, choked a giraffe, snapped his neck and broke it in half
Wagin wars, went on stage and sprayed cage with +agent orange+
And wiped my ass with his page in source (here!)
The demon is here, steamin this year
I rip [*mystikal’s*] voicebox out, scream in his ear (ahhhhhh!)
It’s not a gimmick bitch, it’s an image I live it
Give a fuck? i don’t know what a fuck is to give it
Yeah I don’t think this guy is well.. I’m high as hell
I’ll beat you with a live cat when I’m swinging him by his tail

[* impersonating method man *]
I’ll fuckin, I’ll fuckin
Lay your nuts on the dresser
Just your nutsack by itself
And bang them shits with a spiked bat
Cut your neck off and sew your head right back
And leave you like that

You just triggered the prick who just mixed liquor
Who’s itchin to leave you disfigured and stiffer than chris-topher
Reeves, I was teething with strep throat
While your mother was breastfeeding
And gave her the flesh-eating disease
I’m iller than takin a hammer and beatin your knees
And walkin through south central l.a., bleedin in jeans
(am I a blood or a crip? ) wakin up the next day in breathin machines
Flashin back to being shot and repeatin the scenes
On how you just got smoked, and if you do live
You’ll be too scared to tell it, like a biggie and ’pac joke

So if I hurt your self-esteem and you get dissed too bad
You know I just be sayin that to get you mad
And when I rap about a fat bitch that you wished you had
You know I just be sayin that to get you mad
I can’t listen to that song, that shit’s too sad
You know I just be sayin that to get you mad
He’ll never make it, his wrist is slit too bad
You know I just be sayin that to get you mad

I know that makes you real mad, don’t it? (uh-huh)
That’s right, slim shady (yup) sway & tech
Sprayin wreck (bitch)
And we don’t give a heck (uh-uh)
Or a damn.. or a fuck.. or a shit
So suck my motherfuckin dick

Guilty Conscience

{sound of static}

[announcer]
Meet eddie, twenty-three years old.
Fed up with life and the way things are going,
He decides to rob a liquor store.
(I can’t take this no more, I can’t take it no more homes)
But on his way in, he has a sudden change of heart.
And suddenly, his conscience comes into play...

[dr. dre]
Alright, stop! (huh? )
Now before you walk in the door of this liquor store
And try to get money out the drawer
You better think of the consequence (but who are you? )
I’m your mother_______ conscience

[eminem]
That’s nonsense!
Go in and gaffle the money and run to one of your aunt’s cribs
And borrow a damn dress, and one of her blonde wigs
Tell her you need a place to stay
You’ll be safe for days if you shave your legs with an aged razor blade

[dr. dre]
Yeah but if it all goes through like it’s supposed to
The whole neighbourhood knows you and they’ll expose you
Think about it before you walk in the door first
Look at the store clerk, she’s older than george burns

[eminem]
Funk that! do that ____! hit that lick!
Can you afford to blow this pit? are you that rich?
Why you care if you scare her to death? are you that chick?
Do you really think she gives a ____ you have kids?

[dr. dre]
Man, don’t do it, it’s not worth it to risk it! (you’re right!)
Not over this list

[eminem]
Stop!

[dr. dre]
Drop the biscuit (I will!)
Don’t even listen to slim yo, he’s bad for you

[eminem]
You know what dre? I don’t like your attitude!

Sung:-
These voices, these voices!
I hear them! (hear them, hear them, hear them)!
I’ll follow!
I’ll follow!
I’ll follow!
I’ll follow all these voices!

<the sung part repeats as the announcer talks over it>

[anouncer]
Meet stan, twenty-one years old.
After meeting a young girl at a rave party,
Things start getting hot and heavy in an upstairs bedroom.
Once again, his conscience comes into play.

<singing part stops>

[eminem]
Now listen to me, while you’re kissin’ her cheek
And smearin’ her lipstick, I slipped this in her drink
Now all you gotta do is nibble on this little chicken’s earlobe!

[dr. dre]
Yo! this girl’s only fifteen years old
How could you take advantage of her?
She’s passed out!

[eminem]
It’s easy, just cut these lights out!
That’s how!
Then pick this chicken up
Get her off brad’s couch
And leave her on the front porch
At her mum and dad’s house!

[dr. dre]
Man, ain’t you ever seen that one movie kids? )

[eminem]
No, but I seen the porno with sundoobiest (doobiest)!

[dr dre]
Do you wanna get hauled off to jail?

[eminem]
Funk that, drop her off, ring the door bell then bail.

Sung:-
These voices, these voices!
I hear them! (hear them, hear them, hear them)!
I’ll follow!
I’ll follow!
I’ll follow!
I’ll follow all these voices!

<the sung part repeats as the announcer talks over it>

[anouncer]
Meet grady, a twenty-nine year old construction worker.
After coming home from a hard day’s work,
He walks in the door of his trailer park home
To find his wife in bed with another man.

<singing part stops>

[dr. dre]
Alright calm down, relax, start breathin’

[eminem]
Start breathin’? !
Man, you just caught your wife cheatin’!
While you at work she’s with some dude tryin’ to get off? !
Forget gettin’ divorced!
Cut this chicken’s head off!!!

[dr. dre]
Wait! what if there’s a good explanation for this?

[eminem]
What? she tripped? fell? landed on his ____? !

[dr. dre]
Alright shady, maybe he’s right grady
But think about the baby before you get all crazy

[eminem]
Okay! thought about it, still wanna grab her?
Kick her out the house, get your daughter and kidnap her?
That’s what I did, be smart, don’t be a retard
You gonna take advice from somebody who slapped dee barnes? ? !

[dr. dre]
What’chu say?

[eminem]
What’s wrong? didn’t think I’d remember?

[dr. dre]
I’ma kill you mother_____!

[eminem][interupting]
Uhhh-aahh! temper temper!
Mr. dre? mr. n.w.a.?
Mr. ak comin’ straight outta compton y’all better make way?
How in the hell you gonna tell this man not to be violent?

[dr. dre]
Cause he don’t need to go the same route that I went
Been there, done that.. aw ____ it...
What am I sayin? do ’em both grady, where’s your gun at?

{gun fires, is cocked, and re-fired}

I Just Don’t Give a Fuck

Just the two of us.. (8x)

[eminem]
Baby your da-da loves you (hey)
And i’ma always be here for you (hey) no matter what happens
You’re all I got in this world
I would never give you up for nothin
Nobody in this world is ever gonna keep you from me
I love you

C’mon hai-hai, we goin to the beach
Grab a couple of toys and let da-da strap you in the car seat
Oh where’s mama? she’s takin a little nap in the trunk
Oh that smell (whew!) da-da musta runned over a skunk
Now I know what you’re thinkin - it’s kind of late to go swimmin
But you know your mama, she’s one of those type of women
That do crazy things, and if she don’t get her way, she’ll throw a fit
Don’t play with da-da’s toy knife, honey, let go of it (no!)
And don’t look so upset, why you actin bashful?
Don’t you wanna help da-da build a sand castle? (yeah!)
And mama said she wants to show how far she can float
And don’t worry about that little boo-boo on her throat
It’s just a little scratch - it don’t hurt, her was eatin
Dinner while you were sweepin and spilled ketchup on her shirt
Mama’s messy isn’t she? we’ll let her wash off in the water
And me and you can pway by ourselves, can’t we?

Just the two of us.. (2x)
And when we ride!
Just the two of us.. (2x)
Just you and i!
Just the two of us.. (2x)
And when we ride!
Just the two of us.. (2x)
Just you and i!

See honey.. there’s a place called heaven and a place called hell
A place called prison and a place called jail
And da-da’s probably on his way to all of em except one
Cause mama’s got a new husband and a stepson
And you don’t want a brother do ya? (nah)
Maybe when you’re old enough to understand a little better
I’ll explain it to ya
But for now we’ll just say mama was real real bad
She was bein mean to dad and made him real real mad
But I still feel sad that I put her on time-out
Sit back in your chair honey, quit tryin to climb out (wahh!)
I told you it’s okay haihai, wanna ba-ba?
Take a night-night? nan-a-boo, goo-goo ga-ga?
Her make goo-goo ca-ca? da-da change your dia-dee
Clean the baby up so her can take a nighty-nighty
Your dad’ll wake her up as soon as we get to the water
Ninety-seven bonnie and clyde, me and my daughter

Just the two of us.. (2x)
And when we ride!
Just the two of us.. (2x)
Just you and i!
Just the two of us.. (2x)
And when we ride!
Just the two of us.. (2x)
Just you and i!

Wake up sweepy head we’re here, before we pway
We’re gonna take mama for a wittle walk along the pier
Baby, don’t cry honey, don’t get the wrong idea
Mama’s too sweepy to hear you screamin in her ear (ma-maa!)
That’s why you can’t get her to wake, but don’t worry
Da-da made a nice bed for mommy at the bottom of the lake
Here, you wanna help da-da tie a rope around this rock? (yeah!)
We’ll tie it to her footsie then we’ll roll her off the dock
Ready now, here we go, on the count of free..
One.. two.. free.. wheeeeee! (whoooooshhhhh)
There goes mama, spwashin in the wa-ta
No more fightin wit dad, no more restraining order
No more step-da-da, no more new brother
Blow her kisses bye-bye, tell mama you love her (mommy!)
Now we’ll go play in the sand, build a castle and junk
But first, just help dad with two more things out the trunk

Just the two of us.. (2x)
And when we ride!
Just the two of us.. (2x)
Just you and i!
Just the two of us.. (2x)
And when we ride!
Just the two of us.. (2x)
Just you and i!

Just the two of us.. (4x)

[eminem]
Just me and you baby
Is all we need in this world
Just me and you
Your da-da will always be there for you
Your da-da’s always gonna love you
Remember that
If you ever need me I will always be here for you
If you ever need anything, just ask
Da-da will be right there
Your da-da loves you
I love you baby

If I Get Locked up Tonite

Artist: big kap + funkmaster flex f/ eminem

[dr. dre]
Check check, 1,2 , 1,2 1,2(it’s rolling)
Yea yea yea dr. dre up in here y’all know what this is.
Its what y’all been waiting for funk master flex, big kap,
Def jam records giving it to you baby.
Yo eminem show these mother fuckers what time it is baby

[eminem]
I used to be a lonely man, only mad, until I got a million dollars, shit
Now if I only had some fucking hair I’d pull it, faster than a bullet
Out of tupac’s chest before the ambulance came too late to do it
I’m trying to grow it back again, it was an accident
I had my back against the fan and chopped it off in amsterdam
I hate the straight jacket it ain’t latching, and can’t lock it
So they stapled my hand to my pants pockets
The cell’s padded and battered like someone else had it
Before me, and just kept throwing they fucking selfs at it
My head is aching, I’m dedicated to medication
But this med is taking to long to bring me this sedadation? (come on!)
Anyway I got down with dre (what up? )
The first man who taught me how the glock sounded to spray
Running up and down the street screaming, fuck the police
When you still had your mother’s fucking nipple stuck in your teeth
(fucking baby) became a role model after colorado
Now all they do is follow me around and holla bravo!
Hell yea I punch my bitch and beat my kids in public
Suck my dick, bitch
I’m sick enough to fuck a man in his face but I won’t
Cause you’ll probably wanna stand in his place
So put a sock in it, with your fake-ass tupac image
You faggots ain’t tough, you just get drunk and become talkative
(wanna fight? ) I’m probably the akwardest alcoholic talking
Walking like a midget with a ladder in his back pocket
So when you see me on your block stumbling, mumbling
A bunch of dumb shit like my drunk uncle does
I ain’t buzzed, i’mm juss high on life
So why on earth would I need drugs, when I can fly on kites?
Motherfuckers, slim shady

Dr dre: dr dre!
Eminem: I’m drunk pass the tec

Chorus: eminem and dr. dre (repeat 2x)

Cause if I get locked up tonite!
Then I might not come home tonite!
[dre] keep it moving! off and on, eminem is on
Off and on, dr. dre is on

[eminem]
The whole entire world can sit and twirl like a whirling tire
I set a fucking girl on fire with a curling iron (ahh!)
Psych I’m just joking, for christ sake
Dont get so bent out of shape
Cause I went out and raped six girlfriends
Some people just don’t get it, but I won’t let it upset me
Cause they don’t know better
They don’t know what the fuck it’s like to be so fed up
And fed so many uppers you’re down and won’t get up
My mind’s got a mind of it’s own, sometimes I can’t find it at home
It hides in the stove (hello, where you at? )
Shit, talk about your brain being baked
My shit’s still in the oven on 480 de-grades
Hailey jade, daddy loves you baby,
Don’t ever tell me how to raise my daughter fuck you lady
You critics wanna criticize but couldnt visualize
Individuals lives through a criminal’s eyes
The neighborhood that I grew up in you could die for nothing
And dirty dozen watches over me so try some dumb shit
I’ll have a fucking man raped with a band-aid over his mouth
And shove his head in the fan blade
Don’t ever tell me what I can and what I can’t say
Or change cause of the age range in my fan base
Like I give a fuck who’s buying this shit
Quit fucking buying it, I’m tired bitch, I’m dying to quit
Hip hop is universal now, it’s all commercial now
It’s like a circle full of circus clowns up in the circuit now
But now the white kids like it, so they tell me I can buy it
But as soon as I get on the mic it’s like the night get silent
Either that or booed, thats why I keep an attitude
And go to sleep with it and wake up with it every afternoon
I’m sick of being judged, fuck it let me see a judge
I’ll confess to every murder I committed since 3 years old

Chorus

[dr. dre]
Fuck that, turn that shit off
Let’s get the fuck out of here
You know how we do (echo)

If I Had

Life.. by marshall mathers
What is life?
Life is like a big obstacle
Put in front of your optical to slow you down
And everytime you think you gotten past it
It’s gonna come back around and tackle you to the damn ground
What are friends?
Friends are people that you think are your friends
But they really your enemies, with secret indentities
And disguises, to hide they true colors
So just when you think you close enough to be brothers
They wanna come back and cut your throat when you ain’t lookin
What is money?
Money is what makes a man act funny
Money is the root of all evil
Money’ll make them same friends come back around
Swearing that they was always down
What is life?
I’m tired of life
I’m tired of backstabbing ass snakes with friendly grins
I’m tired of committing so many sins
Tired of always giving in when this bottle of henny wins
Tired of never having any ends
Tired of having skinny friends hooked on crack and mini-thins
I’m tired of this dj playing your shit when he spins
Tired of not having a deal
Tired of having to deal with the bullshit without grabbing the steel
Tired of drowning in my sorrow
Tired of having to borrow a dollar for gas to start my monte carlo
I’m tired of motherfuckers spraying shit and dartin off
I’m tired of jobs startin off at five fifty an hour
Then this boss wanders why I’m smartin off
I’m tired of being fired everytime I fart and cough
Tired of having to work as a gas station clerk
For this jerk breathing down my neck driving me bezerk
I’m tired of using plastic silverware
Tired of working in building square
Tired of not being a millionaire

But if I had a million dollars
I’d buy a damn brewery, and turn the planet into alcoholics
If I had a magic wand, I’d make the world suck my dick
Without a condom on, while I’m on the john
If I had a million bucks
It wouldn’t be enough, because I’d still be out
Robbing armored trucks
If I had one wish
I would ask for a big enough ass for the whole world to kiss

I’m tired of being white trash, broke and always poor
Tired of taking pop bottles back to the party store
I’m tired of not having a phone
Tired of not having a home to have one in if I did have it on
Tired of not driving a bm
Tired of not working at gm, tired of wanting to be him
Tired of not sleeping without a tylenol pm
Tired of not performing in a packed coliseum
Tired of not being on tour
Tired of fucking the same blonde whore after work
In the back of a contour
I’m tired of faking knots with a stack of ones
Having a lack of funds and resorting back to guns
Tired of being stared at
I’m tired of wearing the same damn nike air hat
Tired of stepping in clubs wearing the same pair of lugz
Tired of people saying they’re tired of hearing me rap about drugs
Tired of other rappers who ain’t bringin half the skill as me
Saying they wasn’t feeling me on nobody’s as ill as me
I’m tired of radio stations telling fibs
Tired of j-l-b saying where hip-hop lives

But if I had a million dollars
I’d buy a damn brewery, and turn the planet into alcoholics
If I had a magic wand, I’d make the world suck my dick
Without a condom on, while I’m on the john
If I had a million bucks
It wouldn’t be enough, because I’d still be out
Robbing armored trucks
If I had one wish
I would ask for a big enough ass for the whole world to kiss

You know what I’m saying?
I’m tired of all of this bullshit
Telling me to be positive
How’m I ’sposed to be positive when I don’t see shit positive?
Know what I’m sayin?
I rap about shit around me, shit I see
Know what I’m sayin? right now I’m tired of everything
Tired of all this player hating that’s going on in my own city
Can’t get no airplay, you know what I’m sayin?
But ey, it’s cool though, you know what I’m sayin?
Just fed up
That’s my word

If I Had...

Life.. by marshall mathers
What is life?
Life is like a big obstacle
Put in front of your optical to slow you down
And everytime you think you gotten past it
It’s gonna come back around and tackle you to the damn ground
What are friends?
Friends are people that you think are your friends
But they really your enemies, with secret indentities
And disguises, to hide they true colors
So just when you think you close enough to be brothers
They wanna come back and cut your throat when you ain’t lookin
What is money?
Money is what makes a man act funny
Money is the root of all evil
Money’ll make them same friends come back around
Swearing that they was always down
What is life?
I’m tired of life
I’m tired of backstabbing ass snakes with friendly grins
I’m tired of committing so many sins
Tired of always giving in when this bottle of henny wins
Tired of never having any ends
Tired of having skinny friends hooked on crack and mini-thins
I’m tired of this dj playing your shit when he spins
Tired of not having a deal
Tired of having to deal with the bullshit without grabbing the steel
Tired of drowning in my sorrow
Tired of having to borrow a dollar for gas to start my monte carlo
I’m tired of motherfuckers spraying shit and dartin off
I’m tired of jobs startin off at five fifty an hour
Then this boss wanders why I’m smartin off
I’m tired of being fired everytime I fart and cough
Tired of having to work as a gas station clerk
For this jerk breathing down my neck driving me bezerk
I’m tired of using plastic silverware
Tired of working in building square
Tired of not being a millionaire
But if I had a million dollars
I’d buy a damn brewery, and turn the planet into alcoholics
If I had a magic wand, I’d make the world suck my dick
Without a condom on, while I’m on the john
If I had a million bucks
It wouldn’t be enough, because I’d still be out
Robbing armored trucks
If I had one wish
I would ask for a big enough ass for the whole world to kiss
I’m tired of being white trash, broke and always poor
Tired of taking pop bottles back to the party store
I’m tired of not having a phone
Tired of not having a home to have one in if I did have it on
Tired of not driving a bm
Tired of not working at gm, tired of wanting to be him
Tired of not sleeping without a tylenol pm
Tired of not performing in a packed coliseum
Tired of not being on tour
Tired of fucking the same blonde whore after work
In the back of a contour
I’m tired of faking knots with a stack of ones
Having a lack of funds and resorting back to guns
Tired of being stared at
I’m tired of wearing the same damn nike air hat
Tired of stepping in clubs wearing the same pair of lugz
Tired of people saying they’re tired of hearing me rap about drugs
Tired of other rappers who ain’t bringin half the skill as me
Saying they wasn’t feeling me when nobody’s as ill as me
I’m tired of radio stations telling fibs
Tired of j-l-b saying where hip-hop lives
But if I had a million dollars
I’d buy a damn brewery, and turn the planet into alcoholics
If I had a magic wand, I’d make the world suck my dick
Without a condom on, while I’m on the john
If I had a million bucks
It wouldn’t be enough, because I’d still be out
Robbing armored trucks
If I had one wish
I would ask for a big enough ass for the whole world to kiss
You know what I’m saying?
I’m tired of all of this bullshit
Telling me to be positive
How’m I ’sposed to be positive when I don’t see shit positive?
Know what I’m sayin?
I rap about shit around me, shit I see
Know what I’m sayin? right now I’m tired of everything
Tired of all this player hating that’s going on in my own city
Can’t get no airplay, you know what I’m sayin?
But ey, it’s cool though, you know what I’m sayin?
Just fed up
That’s my word

Im Back

Chorus: eminem (repeat 4x)

That’s why they call me slim shady (I’m back)
I’m back (I’m back) [slim shady!] I’m back

[eminem]
I murder a rhyme one word at a time
You never, heard of a mind as perverted as mine
You better, get rid of that nine, it ain’t gonna help
What good’s it gonna do against a man that strangles himself?
I’m waitin for hell like hell shit I’m anxious as hell
Manson, you’re safe in that cell, be thankful it’s jail
I used to be my mommy’s little angel at twelve
Thirteen I was puttin shells in a gauge on a shelf
I used to, get punked and bullied on my block
’til I cut a kitten’s head off and stuck it in this kid’s mailbox
{mom! mom!} I used to give a - fuck, now I could give a fuck less
What do I think of suc-cess? it sucks, too much press I’m stressed
Too much stares two breasts, too upset
It’s just too much mess, I guess I must just blew up quick (yes)
Grew up quick (no) was raised right
Whatever you say is wrong, whatever I say is right
You think of my name now whenever you say, hi
Became a commodity because I’m w-h-i-
-t-e, cuz mtv was so friendly to me
Can’t wait ’til kim sees me
Now is it worth it? look at my life, how is it perfect?
Read my lips bitch, what, my mouth isn’t workin?
You hear this finger? oh it’s upside down
Here, let me turn this motherfucker up right now

Chorus

[eminem]
I take each individual degenerate’s head and reach into it
Just to see if he’s influenced by me if he listens to music
And if he feeds into this shit he’s an innocent victim
And becomes a puppet on the string of my tennis shoe
{*vocal scratches*} my name is slim shady
I been crazy way before radio didn’t play me
The sensational {*vocal scratch back is the incredible!*}
With ken kaniff, who just finds the men edible
It’s ken kaniff on the, internet
Tryin to, lure your kids with him, into bed
It’s a, sick world we live in these days
Slim for pete’s sakes put down christopher reeve’s legs!
Geez, you guys are so sensitive
Slim it’s a touchy subject, try and just don’t mention it
Mind with no sense in it, fried to get so frenetic
Whose eyes get so squinted, I’m blind from smokin ’em
With my windows tinted, with nine limos rented
Doin lines of coke in ’em, with a bunch of guys hoppin out
All high and indo scented {*inhales, exhales*}
And that’s where I get my name from, that’s why they call me

Chorus

[eminem]
I take seven [kids] from [columbine], stand ’em all in line
Add an ak-47, a revolver, a nine
A mack-11 and it oughta solve the problem of mine
And that’s a whole school of bullies shot up all at one time
Cause (i’mmmm) shady, they call me as crazy
As the world was over this whole y2k thing
And by the way, n’sync, why do they sing?
Am I the only one who realizes they stink?
Should I dye my hair pink and care what y’all think?
Lip sync and buy a bigger size of earrings?
It’s why I tend to block out when I hear things
Cause all these fans screamin is makin my ears ring (ahhhh!!!)
So I just, throw up a middle finger and let it linger
Longer than the rumor that I was stickin it to christina
Cause if I ever stuck it to any singer in showbiz
It’d be jennifer lopez, and puffy you know this!
I’m sorry puff, but I don’t give a fuck if this chick was my own mother
I still fuck her with no rubber and cum inside her
And have a son and a new brother at the same time
And just say that it ain’t mine, what’s my name?

Chorus

[eminem {*vocal scratching*}]
Guess who’s b-back, back
Gue-gue-guess who’s back (hi mom!)
{*scratch*} guess who’s back
{*scratch*} gue {*scratch*} guess who’s back
D-12 {*scratch*} guess who’s back
Gue, gue-gue-gue, guess who’s back
Dr. dre {*scratch*} guess who’s back
Back back {*scratch*} back
{*scratch*}
Slim shady, 2001
I’m blew out from this blunt (*sighs*) fuck

Infinite

Oh yeah, this is eminem baby, back up in that motherfucking ass
One time for your mother fucking mind, we represent the 313
You know what I’m saying? , cause they don’t know shit about this
For the 9-6

Verse 1:
Ayo, my pen and paper cause a chain reaction
To get your brain relaxin, cause they be actin maniac in action
A brainiac in fact son, you mainly lack attraction
You looking zany whack with just a fraction of my tracks spun
My rhyming skills got you climbing hills
I travel through your mind until you spine like siren drills
I’m sliming grills of roaches, with sprayed on disinfectants
With some ex rappers till their spinal column disconnects
We disinfect then check the monologue, turn your system up
Twist them up, and indulge in the marijuana smoke
This is the season for noise pollution contamination
Examination of more cartoons than animation
My lamination of narration
Hit’s a snare and bass of track fucked up rapper interrogation
When I declare invasion, there ain’t no time to be stare and gazing
I turn the stage into a barren wasteland...
I’m infinite

Chorus:
You heard of hell well I was sent from it
I went to it’s surface and sentenced for murdering instruments
Now I’m trying to repent from it
But when I hear the beat I’m tempted to make another attempt at it...
I’m infinite

Verse 2:
Bust it, I let the beat commence so I can beat the sense of your elite defense
I got to meet the fence fruit was stompin at your feet to rinse
I greet intensive ladies, I spoil all your fans
I foil plans and leave fluids leaking like oil bands
My coil hands around this microphone lethal
One thought in my cerebral is deeper then a jeep full of people
Mc’s are feeble, I came to cause some pandemonium
Battle a band of phony mc’s and stand the only one
Imitator, intimidator, stimulator, simulator of data, eliminator
There’s never been a greater since the burial of jesus
Fuck around and catch all of the venereal diseases
My thesis will smash a stereo to pieces
My accapella releases plastic masterpieces through telekinesis
And eases you mentally, gently, sentimentally, instrumentally
With entity, dementedly meant to be infinite

Chorus:
You heard of hell well I was sent from it
I went to it’s surface and sentenced for murdering instruments
Now I’m trying to repent from it
But when I hear the beat I’m tempted to make another attempt at it...
I’m infinite

Verse 3:
Man I got evidence I’m never dense and I been clever ever since
My residence was hesitant to do some shit that represents the m-o
So I’m assuming all responsibility
Cause there’s a monster will in me that always wants to kill mc’s
Mic messaler, slamming like a wrestler
Here to make a mess of a lyric smuggling embezzler
No one is speacialer, my skill is intergalactical
I get cynical at a fool then I send a crew back to school
I never packed a tool or acted cool, it wasn’t practical
I’d rather led a tactful, tractical, track for your fancy
In fact I can’t see, or can’t imagine
A man who ain’t a lover of beats or a fan of scratching
This is for my family, the kid who had a cameo on my last jam
Plus the man who never had a plan b
Be all you can be, cause once you make an instant hit
I’m tense to be tempted when I see the sins my friends commit...
I’m infinite

Chorus:
You heard of hell well I was sent from it
I went to it’s surface and sentenced for murdering instruments
Now I’m trying to repent from it
But when I hear the beat I’m tempted to make another attempt at it...
I’m infinite
You heard of hell well I was sent from it
I went to it’s surface and sentenced for murdering instruments
Now I’m trying to repent from it
But when I hear the beat I’m tempted to make another attempt at it...
I’m infinite

 

 

 

Intro

May I have your attention please
May I have your attention please
Will the real slim shady please stand up?
I repeat, will the real slim shady please stand up?
We’re gonna have a problem here...
{verse 1}
Y’all act like you never seen a white person before
Jaws all on the floor like pam like tommy just burst in the door
Started whoopin her ass worst than before
They first were dirvorced sold her old furniture (scream)
It’s the return of the
Awww wait, no way, your kidding
He didn’t just say what I think he did, did he?
And dr dre said...
Nothing you idiots dr dre’s dead he’s locked in my basement (haha)
Feminist women loved eminem
Chicka chicka chicka slim shady I’m sick of him
Look at him walking around grabing his you-know-what
Flippin’ the you-know-who (yea but he’s so cute though)
Yeah I probably got a couple of screws up in my head loose
But no worse than what’s going on in your parents bedrooms
Sometimes I wanna get on tv and let loose,
But can’t, but it’s cool for tom green to hump a dead moose
My bum is on your lips my bum is on your lips
And if I’m lucky u might just give it a little kiss
And that’s the messege we deliver to little kids
And expect them not to know what a women’s *vagina* is
Of course they’re gonna know what intercourse is
By the time they hit 4th grade,
They got the discovery channel don’t they?
We ain’t nothing but mammals, well some of us cannibals
Who *rip* other people open like canolopes
But if we can hump dead animals and antelopes
Then theres no reason that a man and another man can’t elope (ughh)
But if you feel like I feel I got the antadoite
Women wave your pantyhose, sing the chorus
And it gooooesss
(refrain)
I’m slim shady
Yes I’m the real shady
All you other slim shadys are just imitating
So won’t the real slim shady...
Please stand up, please stand up, please stand up
Cause I’m slim shady
Yes I’m the real shady
All you other slim shadys are just imitating
So won’t the real slim shady...
Please stand up, please stand up, please stand up
{verse 2}
Will smith don’t gotta cuss in his raps to sell records
Well I do, so *f---* him and *f---* you too
You think I give a damn about a grammy?
Half of you critics can’t even stomach me, let alone stand me
(but slim what if u win wouldn’t it be weird? )
Why? so you guys can just lie to get me here?
So you can sit me here next to britney spears
S--- christina aguilera better switch me chairs
So I can sit next to carson daily and fred durst
And hear them argue over who she gave *head* to first
Little *bitch* put me on blast on mtv
(yea he’s cute but I think he’s married to kim, hehe)
I should download a audio on mp3
And show the whole world how you gave eminem *head* (scream)
I’m sick of you little golden boy groups all you do is annoy me
So I been sent in here to destroy you
And there’s a million of us just like me
Who cuss like me
Who just don’t give a *f---* like me
Who dress like me
Walk, talk and act like me
It just might be the next best thing
But not quite me
(refrain)
{verse 3}
I’m like a headtrip to listen to
Cause I’m only giving you
Things you joke about with your friends inside your living room
The only difference is I got the balls to say it in front of ya’ll
And I don’t got to be false or sugar coat it at all
I just get on the mic and spit it
Wheather you like to admit it
I’m better than 90% of you rappers out there
Then you wanna outkin kids like these albums like
Its funny cuz the rate I’m going when I’m 30
I’ll be the only person in the nursing home flirting
Pinching nurses asses when I’m *hard* jerkin I’m jerking
But this whole bag of viagra isn’t working
And every single person is a slim shady lurkin
He could be workin at burger king spitten on your onion rings
Were in the parking lot circling
Screaming I don’t give a *f---*
With his windows down and system up
So will the real shady, please stand up
And put one of those fingers on each hand up
And to be proud to out of your mind and out of control
And one more time, loud as you can, how does it go?

Ha ha
Guess there’s a slim shady in all of us
Fuck it, let’s all stand up

 

 

It’s Ok

Artist: eminem f/ eye-kyu
Eye-kyu: check it out,
Eminem: hey kyu!

Eye-kyu:
Chorus: it’s a broke day but everything is ok (it’s ok)
I’m up all night, but everything is alright (it’s alright)
It’s a rough week, and I don’t get enough sleep (I can’t sleep)
It’s a long year pretending I belong here (belong here)
It’s a broke day but everything is ok (it’s ok)
I’m up all night, but everything is alright (it’s alright)
It’s a rough week, and I don’t get enough sleep (I can’t sleep)
It’s a long year pretending I belong here (belong here)

Verse 1: eminem
One day I plan to be a family man happily married
I wanna grow to be so old that I have to be carried
Till I’m glad to be buried
And leave this crazy world
And have at least a half a million for my baby girl
It may be early to be planning this stuff
Cause I’m still struggling hard to be the man, and it’s tough
Cause man it’s been rough, but still I manage enough
I’ve been taken advantage of, damaged and scuffed
My hands have been cuffed
But I don’t panic and huff, frantic and puff
Or plan to give up, the minute shit hits the fan it erupts
I’m anteing up double or nothing, I’ve been trouble enough
And I’m sick of struggling and suffering, see
My destiny’s to rest at ease, till I’m impressed and pleased
With my progress, I won’t settle for less than cheese
I’m on a quest to seize all, my own label to call
Way before my baby is able to crawl
I’m too stable to fall, the pressure motivates
To know I hold the weight of boulders on my shoulder blades
I seen the golden gates to heaven on earth
Where they don’t pull a weapon on you when you stepping on turf, q

Eye-kyu:
Chorus: it’s a broke day but everything is ok (it’s ok)
I’m up all night, but everything is alright (it’s alright)
It’s a rough week, and I don’t get enough sleep (I can’t sleep)
It’s a long year pretending I belong here (belong here)
It’s a broke day but everything is ok (it’s ok)
I’m up all night, but everything is alright (it’s alright)
It’s a rough week, and I don’t get enough sleep (I can’t sleep)
It’s a long year pretending I belong here (belong here)

Verse 2: eminem
I’m going for broke, gambling and playing for keeps
Everyday in the streets, scrambling and paying for cheep
Praying for sleep
Dreaming with a watering mouth
Wishing for a better life for my daughter and spouse
In this slaughtering house, caught up in bouts
With the root of all evil
I’ve seen it turn beautiful people crude and deceitful
And make them do shit illegal
For these grant’s and jackson’s
These transactions explain a man’s actions
But in the mist of this insanity, I found my christianity
Through God and there’s a wish he granted me
He showed me how to cope with the stress
And hope for the best, instead of mope and depressed
Always groping a mess, of flying over the nest
To selling dope with the rest
I quit smoking cess to open my chest
Life is stressful inside this cesspool
Trying to wrestle, I almost bust a blood vessel
My little brother’s trying to learn his mathematics
He’s asthmatic, running home from school away from crack addicts
Kids attract static, children with automatics
Taking target practice on teens for starter jackets
I’m using smarter tactics to overcome this slum
I won’t become as dumb as some and succumb to scum
It’s cumbersome, I’m trying to do well on this earth
But it’s been hell on this earth since I fell on this earth

Eye-kyu:
Chorus: it’s a broke day but everything is ok (it’s ok)
I’m up all night, but everything is alright (it’s alright)
It’s a rough week, and I don’t get enough sleep (I can’t sleep)
It’s a long year pretending I belong here (belong here)
It’s a broke day but everything is ok (it’s ok)
I’m up all night, but everything is alright (it’s alright)
It’s a rough week, and I don’t get enough sleep (I can’t sleep)
It’s a long year pretending I belong here (belong here)

Uh, it’s ok, yeah it’s alright, even though I can’t sleep
Uh yeah, it’s ok, it’s alright, I can’t sleep

 

 

I’m Back

Chorus: eminem (repeat 4x)

That’s why they call me slim shady (I’m back)
I’m back (I’m back) [slim shady!] I’m back

[eminem]
I murder a rhyme one word at a time
You never, heard of a mind as perverted as mine
You better, get rid of that nine, it ain’t gonna help
What good’s it gonna do against a man that strangles himself?
I’m waitin for hell like hell shit I’m anxious as hell
Manson, you’re safe in that cell, be thankful it’s jail
I used to be my mommy’s little angel at twelve
Thirteen I was puttin shells in a gauge on a shelf
I used to, get punked and bullied on my block
’til I cut a kitten’s head off and stuck it in this kid’s mailbox
{mom! mom!} I used to give a - fuck, now I could give a fuck less
What do I think of suc-cess? it sucks, too much press I’m stressed
Too much stares two breasts, too upset
It’s just too much mess, I guess I must just blew up quick (yes)
Grew up quick (no) was raised right
Whatever you say is wrong, whatever I say is right
You think of my name now whenever you say, hi
Became a commodity because I’m w-h-i-
-t-e, cuz mtv was so friendly to me
Can’t wait ’til kim sees me
Now is it worth it? look at my life, how is it perfect?
Read my lips bitch, what, my mouth isn’t workin?
You hear this finger? oh it’s upside down
Here, let me turn this motherfucker up right now

Chorus

[eminem]
I take each individual degenerate’s head and reach into it
Just to see if he’s influenced by me if he listens to music
And if he feeds into this shit he’s an innocent victim
And becomes a puppet on the string of my tennis shoe
{*vocal scratches*} my name is slim shady
I been crazy way before radio didn’t play me
The sensational {*vocal scratch back is the incredible!*}
With ken kaniff, who just finds the men edible
It’s ken kaniff on the, internet
Tryin to, lure your kids with him, into bed
It’s a, sick world we live in these days
Slim for pete’s sakes put down christopher reeve’s legs!
Geez, you guys are so sensitive
Slim it’s a touchy subject, try and just don’t mention it
Mind with no sense in it, fried to get so frenetic
Whose eyes get so squinted, I’m blind from smokin ’em
With my windows tinted, with nine limos rented
Doin lines of coke in ’em, with a bunch of guys hoppin out
All high and indo scented {*inhales, exhales*}
And that’s where I get my name from, that’s why they call me

Chorus

[eminem]
I take seven [----] from [---------], stand ’em all in line
Add an ak-47, a revolver, a nine
A mack-11 and it oughta solve the problem of mine
And that’s a whole school of bullies shot up all at one time
Cause (i’mmmm) shady, they call me as crazy
As the world was over this whole y2k thing
And by the way, n’sync, why do they sing?
Am I the only one who realizes they stink?
Should I dye my hair pink and care what y’all think?
Lip sync and buy a bigger size of earrings?
It’s why I tend to block out when I hear things
Cause all these fans screamin is makin my ears ring (ahhhh!!!)
So I just, throw up a middle finger and let it linger
Longer than the rumor that I was stickin it to christina
Cause if I ever stuck it to any singer in showbiz
It’d be jennifer lopez, and puffy you know this!
I’m sorry puff, but I don’t give a fuck if this chick was my own mother
I still fuck her with no rubber and cum inside her
And have a son and a new brother at the same time
And just say that it ain’t mine, what’s my name?

Chorus

[eminem {*vocal scratching*}]
Guess who’s b-back, back
Gue-gue-guess who’s back (hi mom!)
{*scratch*} guess who’s back
{*scratch*} gue {*scratch*} guess who’s back
D-12 {*scratch*} guess who’s back
Gue, gue-gue-gue, guess who’s back
Dr. dre {*scratch*} guess who’s back
Back back {*scratch*} back
{*scratch*}
Slim shady, 2001
I’m blew out from this blunt (*sighs*) fuck

 

 

I’m Shady

Who came through with two glocks to terrorize your borough (huh? )
Told you how to slap dips and murder your girl (I did)
Gave you all the finger and told you to sit and twirl
Sold a billion tapes and still screamed fuck the world
(slim shady), so come and kill me while my name’s hot
And shoot me twenty five times in the same spot (ow)
Think I’ve got a generation brainwashed
To pop pills and smoke pot till they brains rot (uh, oh? )
Stop they blood flow until they veins clot
I need a pain shot, and a shot of plain scotch
Purple haze and acid raindrops
Spike the punch at the party and drain pop (gulp gulp)
Shaved my armpits and wore a tank top
Bad boy, I told you that I can’t stop
Gotta make ’em fear you before you make ’em feel you
So everybody buy my shit or i’mma come and kill you

I got mushrooms, I got acid, I got tabs and aspirin tablets
I’m your brother when you need some new weed to set you free
You know me I’m your friend when you need a minithin
(slim shady)
I’m shady

I like happy things, I’m really calm and peaceful (uh huh huh)
I like birds, bees, I like people
I like funny things that make me happy and gleeful
Like when my teacher sucked my wee-wee in preschool (woo!)
The ill type, I stab myself with a steel spike
While I blow my brain out just to see what it feels like
And this is how I am in real life
I don’t want to just die a normal death, I wanna be killed twice (uh huh)
How you wanna scare somebody with a gun threat
When they’re high off of drugs they haven’t even done yet
So bring the money by tonight
Cause your wife says this is the biggest knife
She ever saw in her life (help me help me)
I try to keep it positive and play it cool
Shoot up the playground and tell the kids to stay in school (stay in school!)
Cause I’m the one they can relate to and look up to better
Tonight I think I’ll write my biggest fan a fuck you letter

(chorus)

I listen to your demo tape and act like I don’t like it (aw that shit is wack)
Six months later you hear your lyrics on my shit (what? ? ? ? )
People don’t buy shit no more they just dub it
That’s why I’m still broke and had the number one club hit (yup, uh huh)
But they love it when you make your business public
So fuck it, I’ve got herpes while we’re on the subject (uh huh)
And if I told you I had aids y’all would play it
Cause you stupid motherfuckers think I’m playing when I say it
Well, I do take pills, don’t do speed
Don’t do crack, don’t do coke, I do smoke weed
Don’t do smack, I do do shrooms
Do drink beer, I just wanna make a few things clear
My baby mama’s not dead (nuh uh), she’s still alive and bitching (yup)
And I don’t have herpes, my dick’s just itching
It’s not syphilis, and as for being aids infested
I don’t know yet, I’m too scared to get tested

(chorus)

I told you I was shady

Y’all didn’t wanna believe me

I’m shady

And that’s my name

 

 

 

Jealousy Woes Ii

 

Men singing:
Jealous! (8x)

Girls voice: (talking over the singing)
Jealous!? ! what he mean jealous, know what I’m saying?
He just mad cause he got with some ugly hoes, know what I’m saying?
Girls don’t buy him no clothes, he bought that ho some clothes!!
He don’t buy me no clothes, nigga ain’t got no money, no vibe, no dick
I mean, what do I got to be jealous for?
He ain’t gonna make it no where, he ain’t got no type of time
He has no career move, I mean...

Verse 1:
I come home every single day from working double shifts
And stop along the way to pick you up a couple gifts
I come inside and you pretend you miss me when you kiss me
Then you diss me and we strenuously fight continuously
Again you frisk me, for numbers trying to bust me
It must be only just because you never learned to trust me
Plus we only grovel only irrelevant issues
To many tissues, for my feelings you misuse
I buy you jewelry, you make a fool of me
I bring you diamond rings you say I’m bad at timing things
So what’s a man to do when all I hand to you is handed back to me
You act to be this gangsta bitch, that ain’t what first attracted me
I used to love your company now you always bugging me
For information and you tell your friends you plan on dumping me
So i’ma wait for your evacuation
Cause every accusation makes me wanna smack your face in
See I’ve never been so sure, and your just insecure
So my solution to your jealousy presents a cure
I recommend you take your things and check them in
Look at the nervous wreck I’m in, I need my second wind, say what?

Chorus: men singing
Jealous, jealousy, jealousy (8x)

Women’s voice: (talking over singing)
Fuck you and what you going through
Fuck eminem, he just mad cause I left that nigga for another man
Me and eminem don’t need nothing but my and his money
Immature, me? nigga ain’t got no dick, no swang in his thang
Know what I’m saying? he just mad cause I’m getting it all night
Jealous of me, know what I’m saying? that’s what I’m talking about
Mother fucker just trying to get his pussy

Verse 2:
I used to be a puppet and a sucker for your silent treatments
I used to be intoxicated with your sweet sense
Until the day I started following your feetprints
And tapping in your phone conversations through the heat vents
It made complete sense, there’s someone else you like
So I confronted you and asked you who was mike?
And you was like, (sampled) **i need a new nigga**
Someone rich that I could follow
And you’ll be over me by the time you see tomorrow
Leaving me in sorrow, brandy never felt so broken hearted
I fell apart when you departed then the joking started
I was an open target, you play comedian
And I became the laughing stock. but now I’m on my feet again
And so we meet again, your acting like an ex-wife
All in my sex life, I got a message from phife
He goes, you didn’t want me to see you then, I don’t want you now
Take a towel, wipe your brow, quit trying to hunt me down
You run me down and now your trying to apologize
For all the lies and everytime you made me ball my eyes
Because I got a bigger wallet size, you wanna swing it
Jealousy is in the house ya’ll, fellas sing it...

Chorus: men singing
Jealous, jealousy, jealousy (12x)

 

 

 

Just Don’t Give a Fuck

Intro: frogg

Whoah!
A get your hands in the air, and get to clappin ’em
And like, back and forth because ah
This is.. what you thought it wasn’t
It beez.. the brothers representin’ the dirty dozen
I be the f-r-o the double g *coughing in background*
And check out the man he goes by the name of er...

Verse one: eminem

Slim shady, brain dead like jim brady
I’m a m80, you lil’ like that kim lady
I’m buzzin, dirty dozen, naughty rotten rhymer
Cursin at you players worse than marty schottenheimer
You wacker than the motherfucker you bit your style from
You ain’t gonna sell two copies if you press a double album
Admit it, fuck it, while we comin out in the open
I’m doin acid, crack, smack, coke and smokin dope then
My name is marshall mathers, I’m an alcoholic (hi marshall)
I have a disease and they don’t know what to call it
Better hide your wallet cause I’m comin up quick to strip your cash
Bought a ticket to your concert just to come and whip your ass
Bitch, I’m comin out swingin, so fast it’ll make your eyes spin
You gettin knocked the fuck out like mike tyson
The +proof+ is in the puddin, just ask the deshaun holton
I’ll slit your motherfuckin throat worse than ron goldman

Chorus:

So when you see me on your block with two glocks
Screamin _fuck the world_ like tupac
I just don’t give a fuuuuuck!!
Talkin that shit behind my back, dirty mackin
Tellin your boys that I’m on crack
I just don’t give a fuuuuuck!!
So put my tape back on the rack
Go run and tell your friends my shit is wack
I just don’t give a fuuuuuck!!
But see me on the street and duck
Cause you gon’ get stuck, stoned, and snuffed
Cause I just don’t give a fuuuuuck!!

Verse two: eminem

I’m nicer than pete, but I’m on a serch to crush a miilkbone
I’m everlast-ing, I melt vanilla ice like silicone
I’m ill enough to just straight up diss you for no reason
I’m colder than snow season when it’s twenty below freezin
Flavor with no seasonin, this is the sneak preview
I’ll diss your magazine and still won’t get a weak review
I’ll make your freak leave you, smell the folgers crystals
This is a lyrical combat, gentlemen hold your pistols
But I form like voltron and blast you with my shoulder missiles
Slim shady, eminem was the old initials (bye-bye!)
Extortion, snortin, supportin abortion
Pathological liar, blowin shit out of proportion
The looniest, zaniest, spontaneous, sporadic
Impulsive thinker, compulsive drinker, addict
Half animal, half man
Dumpin your dead body inside of a fuckin trash can
With more holes than an afghan

Chorus

Verse three: eminem

Somebody let me out this limousine (hey, let me out!)
I’m a caged demon, on stage screamin like rage against the machine
I’m convinced I’m a fiend, shootin up while this record is spinnin
Clinically brain dead, I don’t need a second opinion
Fuck droppin the jewel, I’m flippin the sacred treasure
I’ll bite your motherfuckin style, just to make it fresher
I can’t take the pressure, I’m sick of bitches
Sick of naggin bosses bitchin while I’m washin dishes
In school I never said much, too busy havin a headrush
Doin too much rush had my face flushed like red blush
Then I went to jim beam, that’s when my face grayed
Went to gym in eighth grade, raped the women’s swim team
Don’t take me for a joke I’m no comedian
Too many mental problems got me snortin coke and smokin weed again
I’m goin up over the curb, drivin on the median
Finally made it home, but I don’t got the key to get in

Chorus

Outro: eminem

Hey, fuck that!
Outsidaz..
Pace one..
Young zee..

 

 

 

Just Rhymin Wit’ Proof

[eminem]
Are we supposed to shut up or talk...I’ll cut your butt up and walk...
Around with my ass showing all over the fuckin town

[proof]
....then you get done up in chalk
Yo....

[eminem]
We ready...we ready .. we ready.. we ready ?
Ready to hold it steady....speakin of hold it steady....
You can hold my nuts steady and then....
I can stick my dick in you like a machette...if you’re a girl...
If you’re a girl then you’re my world...and I will kill anybody...
That means... you, her or him
It doesnt matter cuz I’m eminem
And I’m slim...I’m also slim and your future’s grim

[proof]
Ha ha....don’t stop
D-12 y’all...yea we bust it off the top
We get in that ass preparation-h style
Knock more boots than that group h-town (booo!)
Everybody tryina tell us to wait now
You look dumb as fuck...like puffy in his video on that breakdown (hahaha)
Tryin to dance around
How the fuck it feel lock in hand set now
Sever your style .. divide and parish
Part ish...when my cart is bustin thru this...
Wassup to bizzare kid
Targets get hit and liftoff
Here it is we bout to rip off
Lick shots...no time...we gettin dick snot
Emzy...

[eminem]
Speakin’ of lift off....
I’m blastin off...your ass is soft...so I’m startin to jack off
Cuz I’m so horny...and your lyrics are so corny
That they bore me and I woke up too late this morning
Or too early...wait a minute there goes shirley...
The girly I fucked last year when her hair was curly
Couldn’t remember it cuz I was infinite
And I met ken kaniff from connecticut
He said his predicits and pronouns and wanted to throw down
And he said I like you...and then he walked up and said let me snake bite
You!
And I said hell no...kicked him with my shell toe...
Gave him a elbow...ayo proof ...go....

[proof]
Yo it’s the d to the 1 - 2
What you wanna get done to...
Your chest plate...eradicate
Get your flesh ate...easily done..here it is...
Freestyle...no need to write shit...cuz when we write shit
Y’all like to bite shit...that why street light up when we write stuff
It’s time to be the champions at this...it’s d-12
1-2 true crew...slim shady and big proof
Knockin over igloos in alaska when we blast ya
A massacre creator, one time for data
Darker than vader...go anybody hot as the equator
It’s time to get down one time for those that don’t know us
Girls wanna blow us like monica....lewinsky
Come against me...

[eminem]
Go and see I’m an invincible mc
If you don’t believe it then you wanna try to convince me
That you’re doper than me...which we’ll hope
You would hope to be....but hopefully I will rock globaly
And nationwide...thats why my ass is wide
Thats why your ass just died on the passanger side...
Like a fuckin ride...when it got shot up by a drive by
When I drove by 5 times and gave it five tries
And still missed it
I got a fuckin mental illness a gentle stillness...
Violence...complete silence is what I need in the room while I freestyle
What I need is to do...what is need is smoke weed and brew
And......smoke brew ? you don’t smoke brew...
If you do I’ll choke you and then I garauntee I’ll out smoke you
You’re crew’s a joke too and I can stick my dick in a bitch and poke you....

[proof]
Stick it in there....rock with my cock on sky rock
Knock ya eye out the sock...(sock)
Get..(get) yeah we come to rock....(it)
So don’t get in the way cuz we gon drop....(shit)
Now how you feel right now we bust yo..op....(tic)....(tock)
We lunatics with mics and we don’t stop we come to rock
The dirty dozen is non-stop..
To the top from tree tops to ewoks that pop reeboks
And men with pre-ops
Yo now there is 3-pac’s
Master p....thug life and now it’s 2pac
Get back to that one...here goes the rhyme that you dropped...

[eminem]
The rhyme that I dropped is stickin up ihop
In high tops and walking around like a one eyed cyclops
And you can’t see me....i only got one eye and I can still see you
You can even give it a dumb try...if you’re a dumb guy then come try this
But I rock the microphone with my flyness
So get off my jock..get of my cock..when I sky rock ...it in sky
Rock..shit...bitch

[proof]
Ayo...a lot of people always try to tell us...that we gona be better or
Failrues
But me or slim yo you cant tell me...
You try to freestyle son we gon put these verses on your lp
Slow down with that old stuff....i heard the most of y’all is mos def

[eminem]
My lp...my whole lp...tha last one was screaming help me
You couldnt melt me if you was vanilla ice...yo guess what....
My nuuuuuuuuutz
Here I go with the lyrical miracle...spiritual spirital...you don’t wanna hear
It tho
I rickety rock the micrphone
Don’t do it don’t do it cuz that shit is stupid...i knew it
I take a beat and loop it...i take a beat and troop it
What the fuck did that mean...i don’t know but I got phat jeans on
And I already said that but I don’t know where my head’s at
All I wanna do is go back to the hotel and know where my bed’s at

[proof]
Yo wheres the beds at so we can relax and catch ease
Y’all don’t want none of tha dirty deez
>from the 3-1 it’s for the three of thirds
One third mc yo we smoke y’all like herbs
Under the curb early morn take it to born
Y’all get broke up...put back together ...re-enacment
Some times you see this...you just a faggot
No need to tag it...wit more loot that jimmy swagart

[eminem]
Faggot....uh oh...was that homophobic...
But no one knows it...and I’m so homophobic
I wont even throw clothes in the closet
Fuck it...I’ve lost it....I’m holocausted...see my face it’s written all
Acrossed it
This beer makes me wanna disappear this year
I’m so high I’m bout to die...and I’m so tired I’m bout to fry
You’re so fired you’re down

[proof]
Hey....it’s me...it’s the hamster man...
Coming all the way from amsterdam....
And I come to tell you all a little secret.....
So you can ........eat it ....you got to grab your crackers
{mumbling}

[eminem]
Quit spittin your writ shit bitch I’ll kill you and kick you
In your motherfuckin dick and your clit...you little pussy
Hermaphardite with no apettite
And you ain’t rappin right but you was taking rapid bites
Of my dick when you was on it...my brain is haunted
I walk up in a place in a t shirt wit my stains on it
But I don’t give a damn...give a fuck...give a shit...give a hell
Give a piss give a dick give a lick

[proof]
Yea....live and direct it’s us
You better back up...

[eminem]
You better back up before I jack off
Back off before I jack off

[proof]
You better back off before he jack off (laughing)
You better back off before I jack off

[eminem]
Colder than jack frost...smack you across your face
While I’m still jackin off
Sittin in the closet beatin my shit
Aint got nuttin else to do cuz I’m thinkin of a bitch
Wait a minute ...oh shit she’s here...
Look who walked in the door....come in it’s britney spears
(ken kaniff)
Oh....come here little girl
Come here little girl

[eminem]
What happened? (I dunno)
We stopped rappin (oh it’s clappin)
Gun clappin...and all I need is one napkin to wipe the cum off
When I come off with the drum off
Whatever the hell that meant...but I can still speak wit a accent
A french accent excuse my french but
Suck my dick touche le le poo...uhh....bitch

[proof]
Bonjuor...I’m here with the cure...oh yea lets rock it for the drawer
Hey em...how you doin this is me...the em jock...get off my...
Damn cock .....laughing....

[eminem]
Yo while you’re spraying verbs...you ain’t even fuckin saying words
(thuuug) pronounce your words right...and you can ride around curbs
And bounce your hebrs tight
What the fuck ?
Yo put another beat on before you get peed on
Hi...hi.... my name is ...my name is...my name is...
Slim shady...slim shady...bitch you’re little just like that kim lady
And I’m in sky rock radio...the shadiest bro on the radio
But you don’t hear me tho.....

 

 

 

Just The Two of Us

Just the two of us.. (8x)

[eminem]
Baby your da-da loves you (hey)
And i’ma always be here for you (hey) no matter what happens
You’re all I got in this world
I would never give you up for nothin
Nobody in this world is ever gonna keep you from me
I love you

C’mon hai-hai, we goin to the beach
Grab a couple of toys and let da-da strap you in the car seat
Oh where’s mama? she’s takin a little nap in the trunk
Oh that smell (whew!) da-da musta runned over a skunk
Now I know what you’re thinkin - it’s kind of late to go swimmin
But you know your mama, she’s one of those type of women
That do crazy things, and if she don’t get her way, she’ll throw a fit
Don’t play with da-da’s toy knife, honey, let go of it (no!)
And don’t look so upset, why you actin bashful?
Don’t you wanna help da-da build a sand castle? (yeah!)
And mama said she wants to show how far she can float
And don’t worry about that little boo-boo on her throat
It’s just a little scratch - it don’t hurt, her was eatin
Dinner while you were sweepin and spilled ketchup on her shirt
Mama’s messy isn’t she? we’ll let her wash off in the water
And me and you can pway by ourselves, can’t we?

Just the two of us.. (2x)
And when we ride!
Just the two of us.. (2x)
Just you and i!
Just the two of us.. (2x)
And when we ride!
Just the two of us.. (2x)
Just you and i!

See honey.. there’s a place called heaven and a place called hell
A place called prison and a place called jail
And da-da’s probably on his way to all of em except one
Cause mama’s got a new husband and a stepson
And you don’t want a brother do ya? (nah)
Maybe when you’re old enough to understand a little better
I’ll explain it to ya
But for now we’ll just say mama was real real bad
She was bein mean to dad and made him real real mad
But I still feel sad that I put her on time-out
Sit back in your chair honey, quit tryin to climb out (wahh!)
I told you it’s okay haihai, wanna ba-ba?
Take a night-night? nan-a-boo, goo-goo ga-ga?
Her make goo-goo ca-ca? da-da change your dia-dee
Clean the baby up so her can take a nighty-nighty
Your dad’ll wake her up as soon as we get to the water
Ninety-seven bonnie and clyde, me and my daughter

Just the two of us.. (2x)
And when we ride!
Just the two of us.. (2x)
Just you and i!
Just the two of us.. (2x)
And when we ride!
Just the two of us.. (2x)
Just you and i!

Wake up sweepy head we’re here, before we pway
We’re gonna take mama for a wittle walk along the pier
Baby, don’t cry honey, don’t get the wrong idea
Mama’s too sweepy to hear you screamin in her ear (ma-maa!)
That’s why you can’t get her to wake, but don’t worry
Da-da made a nice bed for mommy at the bottom of the lake
Here, you wanna help da-da tie a rope around this rock? (yeah!)
We’ll tie it to her footsie then we’ll roll her off the dock
Ready now, here we go, on the count of free..
One.. two.. free.. wheeeeee! (whoooooshhhhh)
There goes mama, spwashin in the wa-ta
No more fightin wit dad, no more restraining order
No more step-da-da, no more new brother
Blow her kisses bye-bye, tell mama you love her (mommy!)
Now we’ll go play in the sand, build a castle and junk
But first, just help dad with two more things out the trunk

Just the two of us.. (2x)
And when we ride!
Just the two of us.. (2x)
Just you and i!
Just the two of us.. (2x)
And when we ride!
Just the two of us.. (2x)
Just you and i!

Just the two of us.. (4x)

[eminem]
Just me and you baby
Is all we need in this world
Just me and you
Your da-da will always be there for you
Your da-da’s always gonna love you
Remember that
If you ever need me I will always be here for you
If you ever need anything, just ask
Da-da will be right there
Your da-da loves you
I love you baby

 

 

 

Ken Kaniff

 

Call this mother fucker
( dial tone )
Ohh fuck yeah
Give em a piece of my mind....
A piece of my ass
( thanks for waiting,
This is -----
May I help you? )
Ohh thank you
I need to make a collect call
( what number? )
Ohhh
The numbers _62-____
( at the tone, please say your name. )
( beep )
Kennith kaniff....from connecticut.
Automated piece of shit
Ring, ring
Yo
Hey there cockboy.
Who’s this?
This is ken kannif
Who?
Ken kannif from connecticut, ya little bitch.
From connecticut?
Yean you wanna get a...
I don’t know nobody in connecticut.
You wanna get a hotel room with me?
A hotel room?
Yeah, you want me to lick your ass, eminem!?
Ha.. yo, wh, who is this? cage?
Hey, pa ha..
You want me ta fuckin melt in your mouth and not in your hand? melt in
Your ass, ya little cockboy.
He k k k k, yo shut up you little bitch.
Oh you think I’m lyin huh?
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

 

 

 

 

Kill You

[eminem]
When I just a little baby boy,
My momma used to tell me these crazy things
She used to tell me my daddy was an evil man,
She used to tell me he hated me
But then I got a little bit older
And I realized, she was the crazy one
But there was nothin I could do or say to try to change it
Cause that’s just the way she was

They said I can’t rap about bein broke no more
They ain’t say I can’t rap about coke no more
(ahhh!) slut, you think I won’t choke no whore
Til the vocal cords don’t work in her throat no more? !
(ahhh!) these motherfuckers are thinkin I’m playin
Thinkin I’m sayin the shit cause I’m thinkin it just to be sayin it
(ahhh!) put your hands down bitch, I ain’t gon’ shoot you
I’ma pull +you+ to this bullet, and put it through you
(ahhh!) shut up slut, you’re causin too much chaos
Just bend over and take it like a slut, okay ma?
Oh, now he’s raping his own mother, abusing a whore,
Snorting coke, and we gave him the rolling stone cover?
You God damn right bitch, and now it’s too late
I’m triple platinum and tragedies happen in two states
I invented violence, you vile venomous volatile bitches
Vain vicadin, vrinnn vrinnn, vrinnn! {*chainsaw revs up*}
Texas chainsaw, left his brains all
Danglin from his neck, while his head barely hangs on
Blood, guts, guns, cuts
Knives, lives, wives, nuns, sluts

Chorus: eminem

Bitch i’ma kill you! you don’t wanna fuck with me
Girls neither - you ain’t nuttin but a slut to me
Bitch i’ma kill you! you ain’t got the balls to beef
We ain’t gon’ never stop beefin I don’t squash the beef
You better kill me! i’ma be another rapper dead
For poppin off at the mouth with shit I shouldn’ta said
But when they kill me - I’m bringin the world with me
Bitches too! you ain’t nuttin but a girl to me
.. I said you don’t, wanna fuck with shady (cause why? )
Cause shady, will fuckin kill you (ah-haha)
I said you don’t, wanna fuck with shady (why? )
Cause shady, will fuckin kill you..

[eminem]
Bitch i’ma kill you! like a murder weapon, i’ma conceal you
In a closet with mildew, sheets, pillows and film you
Buck with me, I been through hell, shut the hell up!
I’m tryin to develop these pictures of the devil to sell ’em
I ain’t acid rap, but I rap on acid
Got a new blow-up doll and just had a strap-on added
Whoops! is that a subliminal hint? no!
Just criminal intent to sodomize women again
Eminem offend? no! eminem insult
And if you ever give in to him, you give him an impulse
To do it again, then, if he does it again
You’ll probably end up jumpin out of somethin up on the 10th
(ahhhhhhhh!) bitch i’ma kill you, I ain’t done this ain’t the chorus
I ain’t even drug you in the woods yet to paint the forest
A bloodstain is orange after you wash it three or four times
In a tub but that’s normal ain’t it norman?
Serial killer hidin murder material
In a cereal box on top of your stereo
Here we go again, we’re out of our medicine
Out of our minds, and we want in yours, let us in

Chorus (first line starts or i’ma kill you!)

[eminem]
Eh-heh, know why I say these things?
Cause lady’s screams keep creepin in shady’s dreams
And the way things seem, I shouldn’t have to pay these shrinks
This eighty g’s a week to say the same things tweece!
Twice? whatever, I hate these things
Fuck shots! I hope the weed’ll outweigh these drinks
Motherfuckers want me to come on their radio shows
Just to argue with ’em cause their ratings stink?
Fuck that! I’ll choke radio announcer to bouncer
From fat bitch to off seventy-thousand pounds of her
From principal to the student body and counselor
From in-school to before school to out of school
I don’t even believe in breathin I’m leavin air in your lungs
Just to hear you keep screamin for me to seep it
Okay, I’m ready to go play
I got the machete from o.j.
I’m ready to make everyone’s throats ache
You faggots keep eggin me on
Til I have you at knifepoint, then you beg me to stop?
Shut up! give me your hands and feet
I said shut up when I’m talkin to you
You hear me? answer me!

Chorus (first line starts or i’ma kill you!
Ninth line starts bitch i’ma kill you!)

[eminem]
Hahaha, I’m just playin ladies
You know I love you

 

 

 

Kim

(okay)
Don’t make me wake this baby
She don’t need to see what I’m about to do
Quit crying bitch, why do you always make me shout at you?
How could you?
Just leave me and love him out the blue
Oh, what’s a matter kim?
Am I too loud for you?
Too bad bitch, your gonna finally hear me out this time
At first, I’m like all right
You wanna throw me out? that’s fine!
But not for him to take my place, are you out you’re mind?
This couch, this tv, this whole house is mine!
How could you let him sleep in our bed?
Look it kim<---correction
Look at your husband now!
(no!)
I said look at him!
He ain’t so high now is he? <---correction
Little punk!
(why are you doing this? )
Shut the fuck up!
(you’re drunk! you’re never going to get away at this!)
You think I give a fuck!
Come on we’re going for a ride bitch
(no!)
Sit up front
(well I can’t just leave haley alone, what if she wakes up? )
We’ll be right back
Well I will you’ll be in the trunk

 

 

 

Lose Yourself

Look, if you had one shot, one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted…one moment
Would you capture it or just let it slip?

His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There’s vomit on his sweater already, mom’s spaghetti
He’s nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgettin
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth, but the words won’t come out
He’s chokin, how everybody’s jokin now
The clock’s run out, time’s up over, bloah!
Snap back to reality, oh there goes gravity
Oh, there goes rabbit, he choked
He’s so mad, but he won’t give up that
Is he? no
He won’t have it , he knows his whole back city’s ropes
It don’t matter, he’s dope
He knows that, but he’s broke
He’s so stacked that he knows
When he goes back to his mobile home, that’s when it’s
Back to the lab again yo
This whole rap shit
He better go capture this moment and hope it don’t pass him

Hook:

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo

The soul’s escaping, through this hole that it’s gaping
This world is mine for the taking
Make me king, as we move toward a, new world order
A normal life is borin, but superstardom’s close to post mortar
It only grows harder, only grows hotter
He blows us all over these hoes is all on him
Coast to coast shows, he’s know as the globetrotter
Lonely roads, God only knows
He’s grown farther from home, he’s no father
He goes home and barely knows his own daughter
But hold your nose cuz here goes the cold water
His bosses don’t want him no mo, he’s cold product
They moved on to the next schmoe who flows
He nose dove and sold nada
So the soap opera is told and unfolds
I suppose it’s old potna, but the beat goes on
Da da dum da dum da da

Hook

No more games, i’ma change what you call rage
Tear this mothafuckin roof off like 2 dogs caged
I was playin in the beginnin, the mood all changed
I been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage
But I kept rhymin and stepwritin the next cypher
Best believe somebody’s payin the pied piper
All the pain inside amplified by the fact
That I can’t get by with my 9 to 5
And I can’t provide the right type of life for my family
Cuz man, these goddam food stamps don’t buy diapers
And it’s no movie, there’s no mekhi phifer, this is my life
And these times are so hard and it’s getting even harder
Tryin to feed and water my seed, plus
See dishonor caught up bein a father and a prima donna
Baby mama drama’s screamin on and
Too much for me to wanna
Stay in one spot, another jam or not
Has gotten me to the point, I’m like a snail
I’ve got to formulate a plot fore I end up in jail or shot
Success is my only mothafuckin option, failure’s not
Mom, I love you, but this trail has got to go
I cannot grow old in salem’s lot
So here I go is my shot.
Feet fail me not cuz maybe the only opportunity that I got

Hook

You can do anything you set your mind to, man

 

 

 

Lounge

I never meant to
Give you mushrooms girl
I never meant to
Bring you to my world
And now you’re lying
The corner cry-y-y-iiiiing
(wooh! yeah!)