Low Down Dirty

Warning, this shit’s gon be rated r, restricted
You see this bullet hole in my neck? it’s self inflicted
Doctor slapped my momma, bitch you got a sick kid
Arrested, molested myself and got convicted
Wearing visors, sunglasses and disguises
Cause my split personality is having an identity crisis
I’m dr. hyde and mr. jekyll, disrespectful
Hearing voices in my head while these whispers echo
Murder murder redrum
Brain size of a bread crumb
Which drug will I end up dead from
Inebriated, till my stress is eleviated
How in the fuck can eminem and shady be related?
Illiterate, illigitimate shit spitter
Bitch getter, hid in the bush like margot kidder
Jumped out (ahhhh!) killed the bitch and did her
Use to let the babysitter suck my dick when I was little’er
Smoke a blunt while I’m titty fuckin bette midler
Sniper, waiting on your roof like the fiddler
Y’all thought I was gonna rhyme with riddler
Didn’t ya? bring your bitch I wanna see if this dick gon’ fit in her

Chorus: eminem + (redman sample) - 2x

[e] I’m low down and I’m shiftee!
And if you hear a man that sounds like me smack him
And ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps from..

I lace tunes, I’m out this world like space moons
With a bunch crazed loons dismissin brains like braze wounds
Nothing but idiots and misfits, dipshits
Doing whippits, passed out like sanford snippits
Where’s the weed, I wanna tamper with it
I’ma let your grandpa hit it
Mix it up with cocaine so her can’t forget it
Fuck it, maybe I’m a bum
But I was put on this earth to make your baby mama cum
So what I’m on is way beyond the bomb or any alcoholic beverage
Losing all of my leverage
Went up inside the first national bank broke, and left rich
Walking bio-hazard causing wreckage
Smoked out like eckridge
Band just making my neck itch
What the fuck? gimme the tech bitch
You just lost your tip, there’s a pubic hair in my breakfast
Got shit popping off like bottle cap tips
Get your cap peeled like the dead skin of your mama’s chapped lips
Slap hips, support domestic violence
Beat your bitches ass while your kids stare in silence
I’m just joking, is dirty dozen’s really dust smoking?
If all your shit’s missing, than probably one of us broke in

Chorus

My head’s ringing, like it was spider sense tingling
Lit it like green bay did when they shitted on new england
I’m out the game, put the second string in
This brandy got my swinging
Bobbing back and forth like a penguin
Delinquent, toking microphones with broken english
Make your mama be like ohh! this is good! who sing this?
Slim shady, his tape is dope, I love it
It’s rugged, but he needs to quit talking all that drug shit.
It was predicted by a medic
I’d grow to be an addicted diabetic
Living off liquid triametic
Pathetic, but I don’t think this headache’s ever vanishing
Panicing, I think I might have just took too much anasin
Frozen manaquin, posted stiffer than a statue
I think I’m dying, God is that you?
Somebody help me, before I od on an lp
Take me to er asap for and iv
Motherfuck jlb, they don’t support no hip hop
They say that’s where it ends, the closest they gon come is tupac
It’s politics, it’s all a fix
Setup by these white blue collared hicks
Just to make a dollar off of black music
With a subliminal ball of tricks
But those can kiss ass and swallow dicks

Chorus

 

 

 

Low, Down, Dirty

Warning, this shit’s gon be rated r, restricted
You see this bullet hole in my neck? it’s self inflicted
Doctor slapped my momma, bitch you got a sick kid
Arrested, molested myself and got convicted
Wearing visors, sunglasses and disguises
Cause my split personality is having an identity crisis
I’m dr. hyde and mr. jekyl
Disrespectful
Hearing voices in my head while these whispers echo
Murder murder redrum
Brain size of a bread crumb
Which drug will I end up dead from
Inebriated, till my stress is eleviated
How in the fuck can eminem and shady be related?
Illiterate, illigitimate shit spitter
Bitch getter, hid in the bush like margot kidder
Jumped out (ahhhh!) killed the bitch and did her
Use to let the babysitter suck my dick when I was little’er
Smoke a blunt while I’m titty fuckin bette midler
Sniper, waiting on your roof like the fiddler
Y’all thought I was gonna rhyme with riddler
Didn’t ya? bring your bitch I wanna see if this dick gon’ fit in her

(redman sample)
I’m low down and I’m shiftee
And if you hear a man that sounds like me smack’em
And ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps from
(repeat)

I lace tunes, I’m out this world like space moons
With a bunch crazed loons dismissin brains like braze wounds
Nothing but idiots and misfits, dipshits
Doing whippits, passed out like sanford snippits
Where’s the weed, I wanna tamper with it
I’ma let your grandpa hit it
Mix it up with cocaine so her can’t forget it
Fuck it, maybe I’m a bum
But I was put on this earth to make your baby mama cum
So what I’m on is way beyond the bomb or any alcoholic beverage
Losing all of my leverage
Went up inside the first national bank broke, and left rich
Walking bio-hazard causing wreckage
Smoked out like ?
Band just making my neck itch
What the fuck? gimme the tech bitch
You just lost your tip, there’s a pubic hair in my breakfast
Got shit popping off like bottle cap tips
Get your cap peeled like the dead skin of your mama’s chapped lips
Slap hips, support domestic violence
Beat your bitches ass while your kids stare in silence
I’m just joking, is dirty dozen’s really dust smoking?
If all your shit’s missing, than probably one of us broke in

Chorus

My head’s ringing, like it was spider sense tingling
Lit it like green bay did when they shitted on new england
I’m out the game, put the second string in
This brandy got my swinging
Bobbing back and forth like a penguin
Delinquent, toking microphones with broken english
Make your mama be like ohh! this is good! who sing this?
Slim shady, his tape is dope, I love it
It’s rugged, but he needs to quit talking all that drug shit.
It was predicted by a medic
I’d grow to be an addicted diabetic
Living off liquid triametic
Pathetic, but I don’t think this headache’s ever vanishing
Panicing, I think I might have just took too much anasin
Frozen manaquin, posted stiffer than a statue
I think I’m dying, God is that you?
Somebody help me, before I od on an lp
Take me to er asap for and iv
Motherfuck jop, they don’t support no hip hop
They say that’s where it ends, the closest they gon come is tupac
It’s politics, it’s all a fix
Setup by these white blue collared hicks
Just to make a dollar off of black music
With a subliminal ball of tricks
But those can kiss ass and swallow dicks

Chorus

 

 

 

Make Some Noise

{eminem} 123...7:00 party at my friends house dr.dre want me to
Sing new tunes and turn the place insideout I said...maby if mr.grady ill let
Me out of detenchion and ill talk my mom out susption while I’m cooking
Pancakes in the kitching at the same time making wishes hoping that they’ll come
True cause it’s the only thing to do and if they do come true my life want be
So blue [chours]{dr.dre}when I say make some you say noise make some
(crowd)noise [dr.dre] make some{crowd{noise} [repeat3times]{eminem}every body
Make some noise ...now the party aready is jumping..people left the nextdoors
Neighbors party to come knocking on are door cause the music got more and more
Loud while I chowd sandwitches singing making more noise the party got so wild
The police came while I listing to the negihbor say 2can play at that game the
People at the party were so insane and when the police left I herd dr.dre say
{reapeat chours 7times and on 5th time fade}{dr.dre sings chours}

 

 

 

 

Marshall Mathers

[eminem]
You know I just don’t get it
Last year I was nobody
This year I’m sellin records
Now everybody wants to come around like I owe em somethin
Heh, the fuck you want from me, ten million dollars?
Get the fuck out of here

Chorus one: eminem

You see i’m, just marshall mathers (marshall mathers)
I’m just a regular guy,
I don’t know why all the fuss about me (fuss about me)
Nobody ever gave a fuck before,
All they did was doubt me (did was doubt me)
Now everybody wanna run they mouth
And try to take shots at me (take shots at me)

[eminem]
Yo, you might see me joggin, you might see me walkin
You might see me walkin a dead rottweiler dog
With it’s head chopped off in the park with a spiked collar
Hollerin at him cause the son of a bitch won’t quit barkin
(grrrr, arf arf) or leanin out a window, with a cocked shotgun
Drivin up the block in the car that they shot ’pac in
Lookin for big’s killers, dressed in ridiculous
Blue and red like I don’t see what the big deal is
Double barrel twelve gauge bigger than chris wallace
Pissed off, cause biggie and ’pac just missed all this
Watchin all these cheap imitations get rich off ’em
And get dollars that shoulda been there’s like they switched wallets
And amidst all this crist’ poppin and wristwatches
I had to sit back and just watch and just get nauseous
And walk around with an empty bottle of remi martin
Startin shit like some 26-year-old skinny cartman (God damnit!)
I’m anti-backstreet and ricky martin
With instincts to kill n’sync, don’t get me started
These fuckin brats can’t sing and britney’s garbage
What’s this bitch retarded? gimme back my sixteen dollars
All I see is sissies in magazines smiling
Whatever happened to whylin out and bein violent?
Whatever happened to catchin a good-ol’ fashioned
Passionate ass-whoopin and gettin your shoes coat and your hat tooken?
New kids on the block, sucked a lot of dick
Boy/girl groups make me sick
And I can’t wait ’til I catch all you faggots in public
I’ma love it.. (hahaha)
Vanilla ice don’t like me (uh-uh)
Said some shit in vibe to spite me (yup)
Then went and dyed his hair just like me (hehe)
A bunch of little kids wanna swear just like me
And run around screamin, I don’t care, just bite me (nah nah)
I think I was put here to annoy the world
And destroy your little 4-year-old boy or girl
Plus I was put here to put fear in faggots who spray faygo root beer
And call themselves clowns cause they look queer
Faggot2dope and silent gay
Claimin detroit, when y’all live twenty miles away (fuckin punks)
And I don’t wrestle, I’ll knock you fuckin faggots the fuck out
Ask ’em about the club they was at when they snuck out
After they ducked out the back when they saw us and bugged out
(ahhh!) ducked down and got paintballs shot at they truck, blaow!
Look at y’all runnin your mouth again
When you ain’t seen a fuckin mile road, south of 10
And I don’t need help, from d-12, to beat up two females
In make-up, who may try to scratch me with lee nails
Slim anus, you damn right, slim anus
I don’t get fucked in mine like you two little flaming faggots!

Chorus two: eminem

Cause i’m, just marshall mathers (marshall mathers)
I’m not a wrestler guy,
I’ll knock you out if you talk about me (you talk about me)
Come and see me on the streets alone
If you assholes doubt me (assholes doubt me)
And if you wanna run your mouth
Then come take your best shot at me (your best shot at me)

[eminem]
Is it because you love me that y’all expect so much of me?
You little groupie bitch, get off me, go fuck puffy
Now because of this blonde mop that’s on top
And this fucked up head that I’ve got, I’ve gone pop?
The underground just spunned around and did a 360
Now these kids diss me and act like some big sissies
Oh, he just did some shit with missy,
So now he thinks he’s too big to do some shit with mc get-bizzy
My fuckin bitch mom’s suin for ten million
She must want a dollar for every pill I’ve been stealin
Shit, where the fuck you think I picked up the habit?
All I had to do was go in her room and lift up her mattress
Which is it bitch, mrs. briggs or ms. mathers?
It doesn’t matter you {*several seconds of silence*} faggot!
Talkin about I fabricated my past
He’s just aggravated I won’t ejaculate in his ass (uhh!)
So tell me, what the hell is a fella to do?
For every million I make, another relative sues
Family fightin and fussin over who wants to invite me to supper
All the sudden, I got 90 some cousins (hey it’s me!)
A half-brother and sister who never seen me
Or even bothered to call me until they saw me on tv
Now everybody’s so happy and proud
I’m finally allowed to step foot in my girlfriend’s house
Hey-hey! and then to top it off, I walked to the newsstand
To buy this cheap-ass little magazine with a food stamp
Skipped to the last page, flipped right fast
And what do I see? a picture of my big white ass
Okay, let me give you motherfuckers some help:
Uhh, here - double xl, double xl
Now your magazine shouldn’t have so much trouble to sell
Ahh fuck it, I’ll even buy a couple myself

Chorus one (2x)

 

 

Maxine

 

Artist: eminem f/ danaun porter and 3
Maxine!! (phone rings)

Maxine: hello
Denaun: can I speak to maxine?
Maxine: yeah this is me what’s up?
Denaun: what up?
Maxine: who dis?
Denaun: denaun
Maxine: yeah what’s up?
Denaun: what are you doing?
Maxine: nothing, just laying in bed
Denaun: huh?
Maxine: nothing, just laying in bed
Denaun: why?
Maxine: I don’t know, thinking about something freaky to do

Verse 1: eminem
I know this crack fiend maxine who needs a vaccine
She tests positive but tells you that her act’s clean
Plus she got a sugar daddy
Asking every hooker that he takes in to crook her badly
If you mistook her sadly, on her reputation
You’re in jepordation, if you ain’t got no preparation
When you step away son, she got her face done
Looking provocative, she’ll let you knock it if
You press the issue and get undressed to kiss you
If you match the price, otherwise she won’t look at you twice
But when you catch the lice, or get the urgency
To go to the emergency cause it burns to pee
Don’t bring your germs to me, cause I ain’t trying to hear it
While your fighting you fucking disease trying to clear it (maxine!!)

Verse 2: denaun porter
Sometimes I wonder, what’s your purpose? in life that is
To get with every brother and unveil one of his kids, shit
You living trife, got three kids at home and club hopping every night
You say it’s gonna stop but it.. just.. slows.. down
And then speeds back to a regular pace, there is no end to this
Mystery, whatever your reason even is to be
You say you wanna be with me, but how can you say that
When you got niggas hiding in your closet
I refrain from getting angry but you keep on that strangely

Verse 3: 3
I met this girl last week, she was a freak, and she liked me
So I stepped on it and then asked my homies
And chilled on the side and then watched they niggas
Big game over there and take notes, while I get this number
I stepped to her first I cleared my throat and said hey bitch..
Haven’t I seen you before? , looked at my nigga
Turned around and got slapped throughout my hands
And said oh it’s like that?
She said she just broke up with her nigga and shit
She started crying, and asked me to forgive her and shit
She said her name was maxine, so I told her I wanted her number
She asked could I give her mine two
Got to the crib and called her up
We got into a good conversation that’s when she asked me could I fuck
I said maxine check this out,
Give me your address I’ll be through and you’ll find out
Got to the crib she let me in
She didn’t waste time she grabbed my hand and proceeded to the bedroom
I said hold up, and stop proceeding, you rushing things
What the fuck are you doing?
So I went for my protection, took off my clothes and started flexing
As she went for my midsection
I threw her down as I tore off her shirt
Pulled out my jimmy and I thought about putting in work
Before I hit it she said
3 don’t get mad but there’s something that I gotta tell your ass
I said what is it, another nigga? it’s ok
She said no I forgot to tell you, that I got aids
I got up out

Denaun: hey, maxine
Maxine: what
Denaun: you thinking about sucking my dick?
Maxine: yeah for a small price
Denaun: for a small price? what you mean?
Maxine: you know, money nigga
Denaun: you don’t need no damn money,
I can’t give you no money anyways, I heard you got some shit.
Maxine: (laughing) what you, what you hear I got?
Denaun: aids
Maxine: (laughing) who told you that bullshit?
Denaun: my nigga kyu, he wouldn’t lie
Maxine: well if that’s the case, kyu got it then
Denaun: oh for real, it’s like that?
Maxine: (laughing) well I ain’t got shit,
So he ain’t got shit, and if he do, he ain’t get that shit from me,
I ain’t fucking around with no 3rd nigga
Denaun: fuck that, I ain’t fucking with you
Maxine: no, see..
Denaun: you got that shit, I ain’t gotta fuck with you
Maxine: hold on, why it ain’t even like that
Denaun: I want y’all to get paid, fucking..
Maxine: (laughing as the phone hangs up)

 

 

 

Murder Murder

Chorus
All I see is murder murder, my mind state - [2pac]
Makes it too late for cops in tryin’ to stop the crime rate - [swift]
All I see is murder murder, my mind state
Murder, murder, murder, and kill, kill, kill!
(2x)

Left the keys in the van, with a gat in each hand
Went up in eastland and shot a policeman
Fuck a peace plan of citizen bystands
But shit is in my hands, here’s your life span
For what your life’s worth this money is twice than
Grab a couple grand and live a nice land
See I’m a nice man but money turned me to satan
I’m thirsty for this green so bad I’m dehydratin’
Hurry up with the cash bitch, I got a ride waitin’
Shot a man twice in the back when he tried escapin’
I want the whole plot, I won’t be denied nathan
Maybe I need my head inside straightened
Brain contemplatin’, clean out the register
Dip before somebody catches ya
Or gets ya description an’ sketches ya
The connection was the prime suspect
But I ain’t set to flee the scene of the crime just yet
Cuz I got a daughter to feed
And $200 ain’t enough to water the seed
The best thing would be for me to leave taco bell an’ hit up chess king
And have the lady at the desk bring
Money from the safe in the back, stepped in wavin’ the mac
Cooperate and we can operate and save an attack
This bitch tried escapin’ the jack
Grabbed her by the throat, it’s murder she wrote
You barely heard a word as she choked
It wasn’t nuttin’ for her to be smoked
But I slammed her on her back ’til her vertebrae broke
Just then the pigs bust in yellin’ freeze!
But I’m already wanted for sellin’ keys
And bunch of other felonies from a to z like spellin’ bees
So before I dropped to the ground and fell on knees
I bust shots, they bust back
Hit the square in the chest, he wasn’t wearin’ a vest

Chorus 2x

Left the house, pullin’ out the drive backin’ out
Need a backin’ out this lady’s jag started blackin’ out
Pulled the mac-10 out, stuck it in her face
Shut ya yackin’ mouth before I blow the brain from out the back ya scalp
Drug her by her hair, smacked her up
Thinkin’ fuck it, mug her while you’re there, jacked her up
Stole her car, made a profit
Grabbed the tape from out the deck and offed it out the window
Like the girl on set it off did
Jetted off kid, stole the whip, now I’m a criminal
Drove in thru somebody’s yard, dove into they swimmin’ pool
Climbed out and collapsed on the patio
I made it out alive but I’m injured badly though
Parents screamin’: son, go in and call the police
Tell ’em there’s a crazy man disturbing all of the peace!
Tried to stall him at least long enough to let me leap up
Run in they crib and at least leave with some little cheap stuff
Actin’ like they never seen nobody hit a nick before
Smashed the window, grabbed the nintendo 64
When they sell out in stores the price triples
I ran up the block jumpin’ kids on tricycles
And colliding with an 80-year old lady with groceries
There goes the cheese, eggs, milk and post toasties
Stood up and started to see stars
Too many siren sounds, it seemed like a thousand police cars
Barely escaped, must-a been some dumb luck
Jumped up and climbed the back of a movin’ dump truck
But I think somebody seen me maybe
Plus I lost the damn nintendo and I must-a dropped the beanie baby
Fuck it I give up, I’m surrounded in blue suits
Came out with a white flag hollerin’ truce truce!
Surrendered my weapon to cops
Wasn’t me! it was the gangsta rap and the peppermint schnopps

Chorus 2x

Chorus scratches to fade out

 

 

 

My Fault

* eminem does the voices of all characters in the song *

[g] eminem as susan (the girl)
[d] eminem as dave
[j] eminem as john
[r] eminem as ron

Chorus: repeat 2x

I never meant to give you mushrooms girl
I never meant to bring you to my world
Now you sitting in the corner crying
And now it’s my fault my fault

[eminem]
I went to john’s rave with ron and dave
And met a new wave blonde babe with half of her head shaved
A nurse aid who came to get laid and tied up
With first aid tape and raped on the first date
Susan -- an ex-manic depressive who just moved from houston
Who love booze and alternative music (whattup? )
Told me she was starvin, I said it wasn’t a problem (nah!)
I got a coupon for this pizza with everything on it
We can double the mushrooms and minus the sausage
[g] I’m allergic to fungus
Come on sue, that’s nonsense
Who’s at the door? ? pizza man!
Who ordered pizza? wasn’t it yours? nuh uh
[g] if you got it with double mushrooms on it then I don’t want it
Shutup susan I’ll pick em off it
Oh hell, I might as well try it, I’ll be alright
Susan you just swallowed the wrong slice!!

Chorus: 1st repeat em says I’m sorry! at the end
2nd repeat same as original chorus

Yo sue!
[g] get away from me, I don’t know you
Oh shoot, she’s tripping..
[g] I need to go puke!! (bleahh!)
I wasn’t tryin to turn this into somethin major
I just wanted to make you appreciate flavor
Susan, stop cryin, I don’t hate ya
I’m sorry your father used to chase you and spank you with hangers
So what they locked you in the attic in your dad’s house?
That ain’t no reason to start wiggin and spaz out
She said,
[g] help me I think I’m havin a seisure!
I said, you’re breaking out in hives, let go of the pizza!
Would you put it down you’re startin to scare me
She said,
[g] I’m twenty-six years old and I’m not married
I don’t even have any kids and I can’t cook
(hello!) I’m over here sue, (hi) you’re talkin to the plant, look!
We need to get to a hospital ’fore it’s too late
Cause I never seen no-one eat as many shrooms as you ate

Chorus: 1st repeat em says whoops! after first line
And it was an accident! at the end
2nd repeat same as original chorus

Susan (wait!) where you goin? you better be careful
[g] leave me alone dad, I’m sick of gettin my hair pulled
I’m not your dad, quit tryin to swallow your tongue
Want some gum? put down the scissors, ’fore you do somethin dumb
I’ll be right back just chill baby please?
I gotta go find dave he majored in allergies
John, where’s dave at before I bash you?
[j] he’s in the bathroom; I think he’s takin a crap dude!
Dave! pull up your pants, we need an ambulance
There’s a girl upstairs talkin to plants
Choppin her hair off, and there’s only two days left
Of spring break, how long do these things take to wear off?
[d] well it depends on how many pieces she ate
Just one, with double mushrooms by mistake
Now she’s upstairs cryin out her eyeballs, breaking out in hives
[d] she’s gonna die dude
I know and it’s my fault!
[d] my god!!!

Chorus: 1st repeat em says I’m sorry! after second line
And what do I do? at the end
2nd repeat same as original chorus

My god, I’m so sorry!
I’m so sorry! susan please wake up!
Please! please wake up!! what are you doing? !
You’re not dead!! you’re not dead!
I know you’re not dead!

 

 

 

 

My Name Is

Chorus: repeat 2x

Hi! my name is.. (what? ) my name is.. (who? )
My name is.. {scratches} slim shady
Hi! my name is.. (huh? ) my name is.. (what? )
My name is.. {scratches} slim shady

Ahem.. excuse me!
Can I have the attention of the class
For one second?

[eminem]
Hi kids! do you like violence? (yeah yeah yeah!)
Wanna see me stick nine inch nails through each one of my eyelids? (uh-huh!)
Wanna copy me and do exactly like I did? (yeah yeah!)
Try ’cid and get fucked up worse that my life is? (huh? )
My brain’s dead weight, I’m tryin to get my head straight
But I can’t figure out which spice girl I want to impregnate (ummmm..)
And dr. dre said, slim shady you a basehead!
Uh-uhhh! so why’s your face red? man you wasted!
Well since age twelve, I’ve felt like I’m someone else
Cause I hung my original self from the top bunk with a belt
Got pissed off and ripped pamela lee’s tits off
And smacked her so hard I knocked her clothes backwards like kris kross
I smoke a fat pound of grass and fall on my ass
Faster than a fat bitch who sat down too fast
C’mere slut! (shady, wait a minute, that’s my girl dog!)
I don’t give a fuck, God sent me to piss the world off!

Chorus

[eminem]
My english teacher wanted to have sex in junior high
The only problem was my english teacher was a guy
I smacked him in his face with an eraser, chased him with a stapler
And stapled his nuts to a stack of paper (owwwwwwww!)
Walked in the strip club, had my jacket zipped up
Flashed the bartender, then stuck my dick in the tip cup (wsssshhhhh...)
Extraterrestrial, killin pedestrians
Rapin lesbians while they screamin: let’s just be friends!
Ninety-nine percent of my life I was lied to
I just found out my mom does more dope than I do
I told her I’d grow up to be a famous rapper
Make a record about doin drugs and name it after her (oh thank you!)
You know you blew up when the women rush your stands
And try to touch your hands like some screamin usher fans (aaahhhhhh!)
This guy at white castle asked for my autograph (dude, can I get your autograph? )
So I signed it: ’dear dave, thanks for the support, asshole!’

Chorus

[eminem]
Stop the tape! this kid needs to be locked away! (get him!)
Dr. dre, don’t just stand there, operate!
I’m not ready to leave, it’s too scary to die
I’ll have to be carried inside the cemetery and buried alive
Am I comin or goin? I can barely decide
I just drank a fifth of vodka -- dare me to drive? (go ahead)
All my life I was very deprived
I ain’t had a woman in years, and my palms are too hairy to hide
Clothes ripped like the incredible hulk (hachhh-too)
I spit when I talk, I’ll fuck anything that walks (c’mere)
When I was little I used to get so hungry I would throw fits
How you gonna breast feed me mom? (wah!) you ain’t got no tits! (wah!)
I lay awake and strap myself in the bed
Put a bulleproof vest on and shoot myself in the head (bang!)
I’m steamin mad (arrrggghhh!)
And by the way when you see my dad? (yeah? )
Tell him that I slit his throat, in this dream I had

Chorus

 

 

 

Never 2 Far

Hey what up man?
What up god?
Ya heard?
Chillen, cold as hell
Yes it is, hey busta didn’t come here did he?
No, hey look, you got fifteen cent?
Nah, I got just enough to get on the bus, I’m broke
We gotta go to the store alright man quick cause I’m short
Yeah, we gonna have enough time to go to the store?
Nah, look..
You should just, how much you got there?
I only got 75, I’m sure I got a dollar know what I mean..
Just throw it in there they ain’t gonna know
You know what look, I’m sick of taking this damn bus everywhere man
You gotta make some moves or something
I know look, I’m trying to get rich,
I got a baby on the way, I don’t even got a car,
You know what I’m saying?
I still stay with my moms, 21 and still with my moms
Look hey, we gotta make some hit records or something,
You know what I’m saying? cause I’m tired of being broke

Verse 1:
Cause all I do is yearn a life without a concern
And dream of having a turn to earn money to burn
Mapping out my strategies to get rich huh
My desire is like a scratch that needs to get itched huh
Cause man I live in the d, this shit ain’t given for free
Nothing’s different to me, so what, it’s easy to see
I’ll be the prisoner to flee, all of this misery
I’m not wishing to be another fish in the sea
But just an mc, so listen to me, but if you disagree
You missing the key, you ain’t even in the brisk of the tea
Unconditionally my aspects to cash checks
My objects were never to swab decks
It’s up to you the decision is yours
If what you vision is tours, or a mission less course
When shit is in the stores, cause you can be a star

Chorus:
No matter wherever you are, you’re never too far
>from revenue huh, cause you can be king
You can rule the world, you can do anything
It’s on you baby, cause you can be a star
No matter wherever you are, you’re never too far
>from revenue huh, cause you can be king
You can rule the world, you can do anything
It’s on you baby, cause you can be a star
No matter wherever you are, you’re never too far
>from revenue huh

You know what I’m saying, see what I’m talking about man?
Cause that’s it
Yeah
A million dollars ain’t even that far away man
Yo we got to get the money man, I can’t be broke for the rest of my life
Yeah I hear what your saying,
Look there’s got to be something better, you know what I’m saying?
I can’t live like this for the rest of my life man,
Bumming rides everywhere I go
Yeah, what’s up with lexus’ and land cruisers’?

Verse 2:
Yo I’m not about to chance it and dismiss handling business
I’m canceling christmas to gamble and risk this
Financial interest is the matter at hand
I got an adequate plan for stab at a grand
I grab what I can and do what I must
Pursue what I lust, it’s true that I just choose
The few that I trust, thems the people that I still got
Fuck with gangsta fill pot, get your grill shot
The 5 elemantz for life my man thyme
Proof, kyu and denaun, we move through into time
My crews true and divine, we never fronted
We just wanted to be funded, and live to be a hundred
Instead of hunted or being wanted as fugitives
It’s all about a man planning what his future is
What he can do for his to be a star

Chorus:
No matter wherever you are, you’re never too far
>from revenue huh, cause you can be king
You can rule the world, you can do anything
It’s on you baby, cause you can be a star
No matter wherever you are, you’re never too far
>from revenue huh, cause you can be king
You can rule the world, you can do anything
It’s on you baby, cause you can be a star
No matter wherever you are, you’re never too far
From revenue huh

That’s what I’m talking about, I’m not trying to be the player,
I’m trying to be the man, I’m want to be president
Yo forgot that president man I’m trying to be king,
Making dead presidents, you know what I’m saying?
Yeah
Getting money anytime I want owning my own businesses and all that,
You know what I’m saying?
Yeah, I’m trying to be a millionare man, hahaha, but don’t all you know
You only live once
Ninety six baby

 

 

 

No One’s Iller

 

Chorus: dido

My tea’s gone cold I’m wondering why i..
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window..
And I can’t see at all
And even if I could it’ll all be gray,
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it’s not so bad,
It’s not so bad..

1st chorus: volume gradually grows over raindrop background
2nd chorus: full volume with beat right after thunder noise

[eminem as ’stan’]
Dear slim, I wrote but you still ain’t callin
I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not-a got ’em
There probably was a problem at the post office or somethin
Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot ’em
But anyways; fuck it, what’s been up? man how’s your daughter?
My girlfriend’s pregnant too, I’m bout to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess what i’ma call her?
I’ma name her bonnie
I read about your uncle ronnie too I’m sorry
I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn’t want him
I know you probably hear this everyday, but I’m your biggest fan
I even got the underground shit that you did with skam
I got a room full of your posters and your pictures man
I like the shit you did with rawkus too, that shit was fat
Anyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back,
Just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan
This is stan

{chorus: dido}

[eminem as ’stan’]
Dear slim, you still ain’t called or wrote, I hope you have a chance
I ain’t mad - I just think it’s fucked up you don’t answer fans
If you didn’t wanna talk to me outside your concert
You didn’t have to, but you coulda signed an autograph for matthew
That’s my little brother man, he’s only six years old
We waited in the blistering cold for you,
Four hours and you just said, no.
That’s pretty shitty man - you’re like his fuckin idol
He wants to be just like you man, he likes you more than I do
I ain’t that mad though, I just don’t like bein lied to
Remember when we met in denver - you said if I’d write you
You would write back - see I’m just like you in a way
I never knew my father neither;
He used to always cheat on my mom and beat her
I can relate to what you’re saying in your songs
So when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put ’em on
Cause I don’t really got shit else so that shit helps when I’m depressed
I even got a tattoo of your name across the chest
Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds
It’s like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me
See everything you say is real, and I respect you cause you tell it
My girlfriend’s jealous cause I talk about you 24/7
But she don’t know you like I know you slim, no one does
She don’t know what it was like for people like us growin up
You gotta call me man, I’ll be the biggest fan you’ll ever lose
Sincerely yours, stan -- p.s.
We should be together too

{chorus: dido}

[eminem as ’stan’]
Dear mister-i’m-too-good-to-call-or-write-my-fans,
This’ll be the last package I ever send your ass
It’s been six months and still no word - I don’t deserve it?
I know you got my last two letters;
I wrote the addresses on ’em perfect
So this is my cassette I’m sending you, I hope you hear it
I’m in the car right now, I’m doing 90 on the freeway
Hey slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive?
You know the song by phil collins, in the air of the night
About that guy who coulda saved that other guy from drowning
But didn’t, then phil saw it all, then at a a show he found him?
That’s kinda how this is, you coulda rescued me from drowning
Now it’s too late - I’m on a 1000 downers now, I’m drowsy
And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call
I hope you know I ripped +all+ of your pictures off the wall
I love you slim, we coulda been together, think about it
You ruined it now, I hope you can’t sleep and you dream about it
And when you dream I hope you can’t sleep and you scream about it
I hope your conscience eats at you and you can’t breathe without me
See slim; {*screaming*} shut up bitch! I’m tryin to talk!
Hey slim, that’s my girlfriend screamin in the trunk
But I didn’t slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain’t like you
Cause if she suffocates she’ll suffer more, and then she’ll die too
Well, gotta go, I’m almost at the bridge now
Oh shit, I forgot, how’m I supposed to send this shit out?
{*car tires squeal*} {*crash*}
.. {*brief silence*} .. {*loud splash*}

{chorus: dido}

[eminem]
Dear stan, I meant to write you sooner but I just been busy
You said your girlfriend’s pregnant now, how far along is she?
Look, I’m really flattered you would call your daughter that
And here’s an autograph for your brother,
I wrote it on the starter cap
I’m sorry I didn’t see you at the show, I musta missed you
Don’t think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you
But what’s this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?
I say that shit just clownin dogg,
C’mon - how fucked up is you?
You got some issues stan, I think you need some counseling
To help your ass from bouncing off the walls when you get down some
And what’s this shit about us meant to be together?
That type of shit’ll make me not want us to meet each other
I really think you and your girlfriend need each other
Or maybe you just need to treat her better
I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time
Before you hurt yourself, I think that you’ll be doin just fine
If you relax a little, I’m glad I inspire you but stan
Why are you so mad? try to understand, that I do want you as a fan
I just don’t want you to do some crazy shit
I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick
Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge
And had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was pregnant with his kid
And in the car they found a tape, but they didn’t say who it was to
Come to think about, his name was.. it was you
Damn!

We’ll lyrically blast...

 

 

 

Nuttin’ to Do

Artist: bad meets evil (eminem and royce the 5-9)
[royce] what? uhh..
[em] the bad..
[royce] yeah..
[em] the evil..
[royce] right, yo
[em] put em together

Chorus: royce the 5-9, eminem

[royce] yo if it wasn’t for your whip, I’d have nothin to strip
[em] if it wasn’t for a wrist, I’d have nothin to slit
If it wasn’t for the shrooms, I’d have nothin to chew
[royce] yo..
[both] I’m just fuckin with you, cause I got nothin to do

[eminem]
I am bored!!!!!
I came in the diner with skateboarders, and placed orders
Ate hors d’oeuvres, and hit the waiter with plate warmers *crash sound*
Let you inhale the glock smell, while I’m rippin your wallet off
And slippin a molotov in your cocktail (take that)
Burnin your contracts, punch your a&r in the face *punch sound*
Smash his glasses and turn em to contacts
I’m on some shook shit, if it’s missin I took it (whoops!)
Nurse look at this straightjacket, it’s crooked!
I go to jail and murder you from a cell
Put a knife in an envelope and have you stabbed in the mail (fedex)
So how do you describe someone, with a decapitated head
When the rest of his body’s still alive runnin?

[royce]
Comin with five gunmen, waitin to do a drive-by
So when you see the black 500 (what? ) hide from it
For every hundred mc’s rhymin about birds
Only about two-thirds’d really set it without words
Yo you ain’t a thug, I can make you bitch up
Pick the fifth up, cock, spit, you would swear it’s rainin slugs (what? )
I’m the hottest shit in the industry (uh)
I got every thug on the block that get a wind of me defendin me
You lack class and respect, get a direct backblast
The bad and evil mad rap, I cover the bad half
You know how a thug in this shit’ll end up
Spit a round, lift your chin up, you get hit, ten down and ten up (what? )
I take it if you run your mouth, then you wanna get sent up
Heat it up, you be leakin blood and spittin phlegm up
Now we rivals, cause of a small name or title
You stepped, got devoured and left with a flower and bible

Chorus: 2x

[eminem]
*yawns* forget a chorus -- my metaphors are so complicated
It takes six minutes to get applause (yay)
And by the time you all catch on, i’ma end your career
And walk away with the whole floor so you have nothin to fall back on!
I’ll throw you off of ten floors .. *ahhhhhhh*
Pull a fuckin headache outta my head, and put it in yours (take this)
I’m indoors, waitin for this acid to seep in my skin pores
To go outdoors and do some in-stores
This bitch wanted to blow me, I said, it oughta happen.
You swallow cum bitch? no, but I brought a napkin
Gettin skullie while I’m autographin
Got my daughter laughin cause I sent her mother whitewater raftin
I’m not a fact, i’ma proven fear
Mr. rogers blocked up my u-haul screamin,
Wait, wait, wait.. you ain’t movin here!
Lorena bobbitt, c’mere, want a souveneir?
I’ve been high as fuck, since I was a juvi-neer
Juvenile? same difference -- I need some ’caine
Cause I ain’t sniffed since I woke up the seven slain infants
(oh my god!) brain implants and they say there’s a slim chance
I won’t stay the same cause I traded brains with a chimpanz’

[royce]
Walkin in swamp water with an m-16, out for the blood
Shove a gun in the mouth of a thug
To break braces, you say grace and make faces
I’ll display hate and break you in eight places (what? )
Take paces, turn around draw in a standoff
Precise aim, icin my fame, blowin your hand off
Dancin with the devil leadin - I won’t die, I’m never leavin (what? )
I pledge allegiance to forever breathin
Street niggaz with nuts, what? my meat’s bigger (what? )
Fake-ass thugs with toy guns and cheap triggers
With a deathwish, thinkin I’m the nigga to mess with
Let the tech lift, direct chest hit, melt your necklace
For instance, you just a henchmen, on tough soil (what? )
A follower never had heart, he just loyal
Thugs is glass doors, I see through em, put the heat to em
Be careful you might get what you ask for

Chorus 2x

[em] the bad.. the evil..
The bad.. the evil..

 

 

 

 

Off The Wall

[eminem]
No matter what people say
I’m gon keep rappin’ this way
No matter what you may think
I’m gon keep doin’ my thing

[eminem]
I’m almost as famous as fat bald men
Decided to write songs to teach mouseketeers to sing
I stick britney spears in a room full of mirrors
So she gets fifty years of bad luck [crash]
Causing terror to christina aguilera
When I grab her by the hair and drag her across the sahara
Beware of this rap terrorist with a therapist
With a hair up his ass like a rabbit crawled in his pants
Got a habit of holding tylenol in his hands
Til it melts in his fuckin’ palms and dissolves in his glands
[so who is it? ] the fool who visit the playground
Wit’ two biscuits to lay down the school district
Get pistol whipped wit a mauseburg
Wit’ a pistol grip and fed pitbulls shit
Sniff glue sticks like I give two shits
If I get too rich, I just get sued

[redman]
Yo, I leave wit no injure, after I blow four in ya
One handstand on top of yo’ ninja
Crash it, [errrr] doc stir the madness
Til y’all outta work like tony atlas
Walkin’ cans in the laundry basket
America’s most with the army after us
Fuck flossin’ we take what’s yours
A low fifteen like a ace in four
I’m outta work, but doc laid them off
[shit, the power’s out] the tape is off
Yo, you targeted from arsonists
Papermate pens filled wit arsenic
I got hoes that don’t know what prada is
Doc could shape up, touch your barber miss
Betty you wit a bloody blade
I turn rap camps into crystal lake
Fuck bitches face is what i’ma do
Cuz that what white boy tano do

[eminem]
So how is everybody doin’ tonight?
Hope you’re in the mood to get drunk and scream in a fight
Cuz uh, we gettin’ down for the fuck of it
So suck my dick if y’all don’t wanna bump to this... off the wall!!

[redman]
Yo, so how is everybody feelin’ tonight?
Hope you’re in the mood to get rude and ill in a fight
Cuz uh, we gettin’ down for the fuck of it
So suck my dick if you don’t wanna bump... off the wall!!

[eminem]
No matter what people say
I’m gon keep rappin’ this way
No matter what you may think
I’m gon keep doin’ my thing

[redman]
Yo, you could buy jaz spittin’, hospital, son admit it
Rip your lips off, kiss my ass wit it
Slap bitches, got marshall mathers [printin’]
Weed, x, and the acid tabs did it
I was happenin wit no rerun
Like rob deniro when the +heat+ come
My barrel hang out the camaro
Aimed at the nose of them hoes it’s hard to breathe from
Flash the gat, your town, bogardin’
Yo’ wallet, your chain the main target
Beef is like cold engine, don’t start it
Bust in the air and hit a airplane pilot
We clowned you, rap surround sounds around you
From ten speed and brown shoe
Doc and eminem, cock the m & m
Blood flows with 2pacalypse and them

[eminem]
It’s like, funk doctor meets the punk rocker
Got the drugs stopped inside the lunch box [uhh]
Pop junk like I just got jumped
Popped the trunk and pulled out the shotgun pump
Knock wood, it’s all good, thank God for vodka
Cuz wit my luck, I’ll probably get shot by a stalker
Probably got a fanatic waitin upstairs in the attic
Wit a automatic callin’ me up there
My man stan wit a gat in his hand
Stakin my house out in a tan tinted sedan
He pull your mouth out til you can’t finish a damn
Ham sandwich, or your can spinach and spam
Til you gotta sip through a straw, shoplift through the mall
Pictures of me on my mom’s living room wall
Hey ma, maybe I’ll give you a call
Sike you fuckin’ bitch, suck a dick and two balls
I’m givin you all my job descrip’
Which is, to piss bitches and priests off with this
Pop more pills than police officers
Arrive at the scene and pull me off of kim
Teeth off my dick, hands off my balls
But y’all can kiss my ass, pants off and all
Cuz I’m so goddamn off the wall
I might as well as be a painting smashed on the floor

[redman]
So how is everybody feelin’ tonight?
Hope you’re in the mood to get rude and ill in a fight
Cuz uh, we gettin down for the fuck of it
So suck my dick if you don’t wanna bump to this... off the wall!

[eminem]
So how’s everybody doin’ tonight?
Hope you’re in the mood to get drunk and scream in a fight
Cuz uh, we gettin’ down for the fuck of it
So suck my dick if y’all don’t wanna bump to this... off the wall!

[eminem]
No matter what people say
I’m gon keep rappin’ this way
No matter what you may think
I’m gon keep doin’ my thing
No matter what people say
I’m gon keep doin’ my thing
No matter... oh

 

 

 

Open Mic

Artist: eminem f/ thymehey yo, what’s up man? hey, yo you been here all day man
Y’all been here every weekend man,
I don’t ever get a chance to rap first man!
That’s cause you whack!
What? !? I ain’t whack nigga, I got some raps for all ya’ll
Nigga my raps fresh, i’ma bust my raps first,
You can bust yours after me if you want to
No no man, I’m going first,
I’m getting tired of everybody wanted to go first man
You always rap first,
I’m rapping I don’t care what none of y’all say,
I’m fresh, I’m fresh

Thyme:
Ayo, who the fuck passed you the mic and said that you can flow?
Point him out man I wanna know
Who the fuck passed you the mic and said that you can flow?
(scratched in) I wanna know, I wanna know
I said who the fuck passed you the mic and said that you can flow?
Point him out bitch I wanna know
Who the fuck passed you the mic and said that you can flow?
(scratched in) I wanna know, I wanna know

Verse 1: eminem
I’ll have you taken back to christ when you sacrifice
The way you acting slice when I tear your back with knifes
Jacking life’s of mc’s, now I’m set to launch a plan
For blowing up the stage with illegal contraband
A stomped your man so unless you want what he got
You better set the mic down, I’m steaming like a teapot
I’ll make the tea hot, people get in my face and ask
If I wanna battle, then I chase them in a jason mask
It’s an amazing task to battle with success
I never gave a fuck, now I give a fuck less
And in a slug fest I get physical like physicians
Invisible like magicians with mystical mic traditions
Wicked wizardry, like a sorcerer and no remorse for you
When I torture you throughout the course of my orchestra
So feel the force of my spiritual images
Slicing up an enemy’s appendages till he hemorrhages
My skin itches every time a rapper recites
And when he’s through with his verse, I’m all covered in flea bites
You wanna see fights I got a match for you
You couldn’t flip shit playing in toilets with a spatula

Chorus: thyme
Ayo, who the fuck passed you the mic and said that you can flow?
Point him out man I wanna know
Who the fuck passed you the mic and said that you can flow?
(scratched in) I wanna know, I wanna know
Ayo, who the fuck passed you the mic and said that you can flow?
Point him out bitch I wanna know
Who the fuck passed you the mic and said that you can flow?
(scratched in) I wanna know, I wanna know

Verse 2: eminem
You bitches get a hysterectomy disrespecting me
You wanna feel the full effect of me, hand a tech to me
Intellectually superior, I’ll make the whack wearier
Inferior, deterior rate, like bacteria
Materially, killing serially, clearly you’ll see
How much in fear when u hear me you’ll be
Shiver and shake, quiver and quake
Bite a rhyme and rip it off then stiffer and ache, whither and break
You slithering snake, gibbering fake, fibbering flake
I’ll twist you into a different shape
And toss you in michigan lake, for fisherman sake
If this is a dream you’d wish you can wake
Every dis you can take, personal
We ain’t friends trying to make amends
If you ain’t ever stole a gate you can take a fence
I make intense masterpieces and smash to pieces
Your last releases, you bad diseases, that’s the reason
I’m showing you the proper way to operate a mic
So pass it like a hot potato
I’ve never been less than clever and fresh
Severing flesh of fools who never impressed I can confess

Chorus: thyme
Who the fuck passed you the mic and said that you can flow?
Point him out man I wanna know
Who the fuck passed you the mic and said that you can flow?
(scratched in) I wanna know, I wanna know
Ayo, who the fuck passed you the mic man and said that you can flow?
Point him out bitch I wanna know
Who the fuck passed you the mic and then said that you can flow?
(scratched in) I wanna know, I wanna know
Whhhooo the fuck passed you the mic and said that you can flow?
Point him out!! I wanna know
Who the fuck passed you the mic and said that you can flow?
(scratched in) I wanna know, I wanna know
Ayo let me get that mic man،­
Who the fuck passed you the mic and said that you can flow?
Who the fuck passed you the mic, who the fuck passed you the mic!!
I got the rhymes bitch, I’ll kick that shit

 

 

 

 

Paul

Em, what’s goin’ on...it’s paul...ahhm...dre gave me a copy of the new
Album...and...i just...sigh...fuck it.

 

 

Places to Go

By 50 cent

(50 cent saying)

Yeah

Shady (echo)
Aftermath (echo)
See you met you (echo)

Chorus

I got places to go, I got people to see,
The penitentiary, ain’t the place for me,
I’m warnin you do, not tempt me,
I’ll run up and squeeze
And put a hole in you, hole in you

(repeat)

Verse 1
You mistaken me for somebody that you should be testing,
Your should be stressin I’m gonna fuckin teach you a lesson,
Mac 101’s in session and lace the track that I’m blessin,
Smith and western’s, the weapon, in case you just guessing, (God damh (echo))
These straight busters kept-in, kept-in my benz, hop-in the end’s,
Watch the 22 spin , my hoe’s a perfect 10
I got shot up but I got up and I’m back at it again,
Motherfuckers they thought I would’nt win, pretend to be friends,
At first you fail, try, try, try, try again,
I’m the best don’t you get it, forget it, when I spit it, it’s crazy,
You love it, admit it, you like it, I live it, it’s shady,
Aftermath in your ass bitch, if it’s not a classic,
When it’s dumped, trash it, so I got it mastered,
Stop and get your ass kicked, bastered, your misses get drastic,
Glock made out of plastic, cock-it and get blasted, run nigga and stash it...

Chorus

Verse 2
There is a genie in that bottle of that don-pari’on,
I’m a drink till I get to that bitch in the morn,
Introduce me to the booth they gonna listen to my words,
In the hood they feel my shit...
(break-it down...)

Picture a perfect picture, picture me in the paper
Picture me starting shit, picture me busting my gat,
Picture police man dan gotta picture of that,
Picture me being broke, picture me smokin a sack,
Picture me comin up, picture me rich from rap,
Picture me blowin up, now picture me going back,
To my momma basement to live, shit, picture that,
Where I’m from it’s a fact, you gotta watch your back,
You wear a vest without a deck, use a target jack,
Hastle hard, money stack, sell that dope, sell that crack,
Sell that pack, sell that gat, sell that pussy, crew are back,
50 cent, too much spent? , man I’m bent, I’m out’ta here

Chorus

(50 cent saying)
Ha ha
Man I ain’t going to jail
Not even to visit a nigga
You want to holla at me you wright me,
Matter a fact, you gotta send it to sunset boulevard,
In montreal,
Ha ha
Riding around in one of dre’s farrari’s nigga,
Or matter a fact I might be in detroit,
Riding down 8 mile road,
You know for one of them en-joints and shit,
Ha ha
Ya heard, I got place to go man,
You know, shady aftermath,
We finished our print money,
Puttin our faces on this motherfuckin bill thug shit,
Ha ha ha ha ha,
Aint seem to be doing much...

 

 

Public Service Announcement

(same announcer as the first public service announcement on the slim shady
Lp)

Announcer: this is another public service announcement brought to you, in
Part, by slim shady.

Eminem: (whispered): tell ’em I don’t give a fuck

Announcer: slim shady does not give a fuck...what you think!

Eminem: tell ’em to suck it

Announcer: if you don’t like it, you can suck his fucking cock!
Eminem: tell ’em they kissed my ass

Announcer: little did you know, upon purchasing this album, you have just
Kissed his ass!

Eminem: tell ’em I’m fed up

Announcer: slim shady is fed up with your shit...and he’s going to kill you!

Eminem: yeah

Announcer: uh...anything else?

Eminem: yeah...sue me.

 

 

 

Public Service Announcement 2000

(same announcer as the first public service announcement on the slim shady
Lp)

Announcer: this is another public service announcement brought to you, in
Part, by slim shady.

Eminem: (whispered): tell ’em I don’t give a fuck

Announcer: slim shady does not give a fuck...what you think!

Eminem: tell ’em to suck it

Announcer: if you don’t like it, you can suck his fucking cock!
Eminem: tell ’em they kissed my ass

Announcer: little did you know, upon purchasing this album, you have just
Kissed his ass!

Eminem: tell ’em I’m fed up

Announcer: slim shady is fed up with your shit...and he’s going to kill you!

Eminem: yeah

Announcer: uh...anything else?

Eminem: yeah...sue me.

 

 

 

Purple Hills

Chorus: eminem
I’ve been so many places
I’ve seen so many faces
But nothing compares
To these blue and yellow purple hills
I climbed the highest mountain
Once or twice but who’s countin’
But nothing compares
To these blue and yellow purple hills

[eminem]
Cool, calm, just like my mom
With a couple of law suits inside her palms
It’s mr. mischief with a trick up his sleeve
Crawl up on you like christopher reeves
I can’t describe the vibe I get
When I drive by 6 people
And 5 I hit
Ah shit
I started a mosh pit
Squashed a chick
And lost the foster kids
This room makes me hallucinate
Then I sweat till I start losing weight
Till I see dumb shit start happenin’
Dumber than vanilla ice tryin’ to rap again
So bounce, bounce, c’mon bounce
I said c’mon bounce
Everybody in the house doin’ mass amounts
To the women in the thongs with they asses out
We don’t bullshit, better ask around
D12 throws the bomb to gas your town
Bizarre, your mom is crashing now
Help me get her on the couch ’fore she passes out

[kon artist & kuniva]
Fuck that, someone help denaun
He’s upstairs wrestling with elton john
Hey von, you see me steppin’ on these leprechauns?
It gotta be tums the ex-lax is gone
Yeah I took ’em all down with some parmesian
And I think my arm is gone
Yo, it’s probably numb
Dumb dumb and fulla cum
And I think he ’bout to swallow his tongue
You scary ass it was a false alarm
You think I’m about to die when I just got on?
So stop acting stupid
You so high that you might wake up with a guy
On some new shit (piiills)
I think I did too much
I think I got the runs
Rolaids, pepto, and tums
Watch out here it comes!

Chorus: eminem

[hook]
Dirty dozen
80 of us
Shady brothers
Ladies love us
That’s why our baby mothers
Love us but they hate each other
They probably wanna take each other out
And date each other
Some-, something, something, something
Something, something, something, something

[proof]
Hop pills
Hills I hop
Hop 2 pills
On stilts I walk
Snort two lines that were filled with chalk
Thought I was incredible and killed the hulk
I wanna roll away
Like a rollerblade
Until my eyes roll back in my skull for days
And when I’m old and gray
I’m a go for broke
No oki dok
Pack up my nose with soap
*cough cough cough*
Am I supposed to choke?
Had an accident when the trojan broke
Ahh, poor baby
Born by whore lady
Now I’m payin’ child support
(it’s your baby)

[swifty]
I take four shots at one time
And I don’t need a chase when I’m swallowing mine
You got any room
In bizarre’s hatch back
We can’t go far
Cuz the car has flats
Why the hell you people think I rap?
Because my mother taught me
How to breach contracts
And if you got cash
Then hide it soon
(swift, chill)
I’m just tryin’ to get by like you
And I don’t give a damn if you find me rude
Mean, crude, the hell with you too
I only need three blunts then I’m cool
I just got some and I’m going back soon

Chorus: eminem

[bizarre]
I’m at rave
Looking at a babe
Like she want it
Gin and tonic demonic
Body smelt like vomit
Looney, crazy, chubby, sexy, dopey headed guy
Whipped cream, dirty mattresses
Wanna try?
Blue hills, golden seals
Got bizarre actin’ ill
Drugs kill (yeah right)
Chick I’m for real
Shut your mouth you dirty girl
You know you want me in your world
Ladies, please don’t fight
Bizarre’s here all night!!!

Chorus:

[hook]
Dirty dozen
80 of us
Shady brothers
Ladies love us
That’s why our baby mothers
Love us but they hate each other
They probably wanna take each other out
And date each other
Some-, something, something, something
Something, something, something, something

 

 

 

Quitter

[eminem]
Yo.. I dedicate to this.. to yo..

{*imitating slick rick*}
To all my fans, keepin y’all in health
Let’s tell this whitey ford to go fuck himself
Cause it’s cruel when you cause a bad heart conditionin
Which I create, cause that’s my mission
So listen close, to what we say
Because this type of fag claims to never be gay, i..

{*rapping normally*}
.. knew you was jealous from the day that I met you
I upset you, cause I get respect I pet you (boy)
I’m even liked better by your niece and nephew (c’mon!)
And now you hate fred because lethal left you
Peckerwood mad cause his record went wood
No respect in the hood, fled to his neck of the woods
Got in touch with his roots, found the redneck in his blood
And said, heck, country western rap records are good!!
So he picks the guitar up and he strums a few notes
He can’t rap, or sing, but he wants to do both (haha)
Puts an album out and rules for part of the year
Then kid rock and limp bizkit come from out of nowhere
It’s the start of an era, rock rap’s harder this year
No one’s tryin to hear some fuckin old fart in a chair
Sittin on stage, strummin acoustic guitar in your ear
So you start to get scared, sit back and spark an idea
Figure you can diss me to jump start your career
I punch you in your fuckin chest ’til your heart kicks in gear (bitch)
And fuck your underground buddy’s nameless crew
Like i’ma say they names so they can be famous too

[chorus 2x: eminem *sung*]
You just a.. quitter, and you bitter cause I came along
And the days of house of pain are gone
And if you talk about my little girl in a song again
I’ma kill you (i’ma kill you)

[eminem]
Yo.. heart attack to stroke from the crack you smoke
To the rap you wrote, your fuckin answer back’s a joke
And i’ma tell these motherfuckin fans the truth
The reason why you dissed me first and I answered you
You said I passed you in a lobby and I glanced at you
Like I ain’t notice you? bitch, I had a show to do!
Like I’m supposed to be star-struck, come over to you
You better shut your fuckin mouth while you oh-for-two
Back in ninety-four limp opened the show for you
Rocked the crowd better and stole the whole show from you
Took your motherfuckin dj and stole him too
So you fall in a slump and get all emotional
So now you sing and mix slang with blues and pluck strings
Confused as fuck cause now your music sucks dick
Mr. mr. ass kisser to get accepted in rap
Quicker but never last, and everlast is a..

[chorus]
Aight listen (look)
So this is what we ask of our fans
If you ever see everlast, whoop his ass
Hit him with sticks, bricks, rocks, throw shit at him
Kick him, spit on him, treat him like a hoe, bitch-slap him
Do it for me, do it for fred, do it for limp
Do it for rock, do it for rap, do it for kid
Do it for ice-t, do it just to do it, fuck it
He’s a bitch, he ain’t gon’ hit you back, he’s nothin!
Shit in five years we’ll all be eating at whitey’s
And he’ll be bussin tables in that bitch, cleanin the toilets
Aiyyo.. fuck this, cut this shit off

{*music stops*}

Aiyyo head, that’s why I fucked your mother you fat motherfucker!

{*beat changes to 2pac’s hit ’em up*}

Kill whitey! - hahaha
Kill whitey! - detroit! what? what?
Kill whitey! - .. yo, yo
Kill whitey! - haha! look

First off, fuck your songs and the shit you say
Diss my wife, but at least I got a bitch, you gay
You claim to be a muslim but you irish white
So fuck you fat boy, drop the mic, let’s fight
Plus I punch you in the chest, weak hearts I rip
Whitey ford, forty and white, lethargic ass dickhead
I keep ’em comin while you runnin out of breath
Steady duckin while I’m punchin at your chest, you need to rest
Dilated, go ask your people how I leave ya
With your three cd’s, nobody sees, when they released
Evidence, don’t fuck around with real mc’s
Who ain’t ready for no underground beef, so fuck geeks
I let you faggots know it’s on for life
But everlast might die tonight, haha
Fat boy murdered on wax and killed
Fuck with me and take a heart pill, you know!

[chorus: eminem]
Grab 380’s when you see slim shady
Call the doctor to heal your heart
They shocked you back to life at the clinic
But you ’bout to get relapsed any minute
Honkey, I hit ’em up!

Hahaha, yo check this out
You faggots ain’t even on my level
I’ma let d-12 ride on you bitch-made ass faggots!

[kon artis]
Yo! get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Whitey ford’s heart just stopped
Eminem shocked him back, he had another heart attack
Whitey ford’s gettin his ass floored for talkin back
Little faggot hamburgular, I show you where the burgers are
At your own restaraunt, while I’m servin ya
Drop and stomp your whole heart ’til it stops
Call the cops, i’ma beat your ass while they watch

[kuniva]
Ha ha, now we got the whole industry makin fun of you erik
Where’s your house of pain now? there’s only one of you erik
You a petty coward, you ain’t ready to steady go a round
With some killers from 7 mile to the motherfuckin belle isle bridge

[chorus]

[eminem]
Got in his ass and now this faggot wanna mention me still
This ain’t no freestyle battle everlast gettin killed
With his chest open
Tryin to throw a fuckin punch, but you just chokin
Havin a stroke and now you learn why crackers never earned a dime
Cause you suck motherfucker you should learn to rhyme
Talkin ’bout you packin pistols but it’s funny to me
You ain’t never been in trouble, you just wanna be me
I’m a paleface killer whale
On his way to fuckin prison, pistol whippin tail, ha
Erik remember when I passed you in the lobby that day?
That shit was obvious you probably was gay, ha
Now it’s all about country, you gave up hip-hop
Forty-nine thousand copies, the week your shit drop
While my sales makin records break
Two and a half million scanned by the second week
Motherfucker I hit ’em up!

[proof]
I’m from detroit’s pemberton ave., where bullets tear you in half
Fuck the music, we got an uzi for all you fags
Get the shit out of our stereo, dilated you violated
Now you ’bout to get annihilated, we gon’ bury you
Iriscience get choked up and yoked up
All you underground bitches get your throats cut

[swifty]
What the fuck? ! is you stupid?
I choke whitey ford with his fuckin guitar cord
And stuff him in cardboard, chopped up in a box
With sixteen parts, I stomped on his heart
D-12, amityville, fuck your mother while you watch
Keep your restaraunt locked and block your door
Cause we hit ’em up like motherfuckin tupac shakur

[eminem]
You a, black jesus, heart attack seizures
Too many cheeseburgers mcdonald’s big mac greases
White devil, washed up honkey
Mixed up cracker who crossed over to country

{*laughing*}
Yo, aiyyo cut this shit off
{*needle drags, beat stops*}

Fuck him, that’s it, I’m done, I promise, I’m done, that’s it
I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I promise
I just believe in kickin a man while he’s down
God damn! I quit
Mention my daughter’s name in a song again you fuckin punk
Aiyyo..

 

 

 

Rap Game

By d-12 / 50 cent

The rap game,
Hip hop 101,
The hardest 9 ta 5 you will ever have,
You can’t learn this shit in no history book,
You ready to rap motherfucker,
You ready to sell your soul,
Ha,ha,ha,ha,

The rap game motherfucker...

Verse 1

I’m like this rufted nigga, you made me crazy,
You should have slaved me as a baby,
Behavin shadier the wes craven,
And you ain’t even gotta pay me,
I take pleasure of layin a nigga down daily,
You face me, fuck it’s over, you think fast,
I’m never fucked up to where I cant whip your ass,
Your neck will get snaped with bare hands,
Fuck you, they say rappin is cool,
But fool just don’t confuse it,
What happens is you’s get rude and then I loose it,
I’m scatless (? ? ), I blow your two ears off the atless,
With a gat thats bigger then godzilla back nigga,
You are not will’in, in fact, your through to ya factered (? ? ),
A crack dealer, your president sends me smack
And got a mac 10 with it so I ain’t gotta rap,
I’m thankfull for that, don’t mistaken me black,
Or you’ll be stinkin in the back of a fuckin cadalak...

(eminem)
I’m a get snuffed cause I ain’t said enough to pipe down,
I pipe down when the fuckin (blanked) whipped out,
When I see that little (blanked) dyke get sniped out,
Lights out bitch, odioss, goodnight (blowe)
Now put that in your little pipe and whipe down,
Think for a minute cause the hype had died down,
That I wont go up in the oval office right now,
And flip whatever ain’t tied down upside down,
I’m all for america, fuck the government,
Tell that seat of laws, tell that slut ta suck a dick,
Motherfucker ducked, what the fuck, son of a bitch,
Take away my gun, I’m gonna talk some other shit,
Cant tell me shit about the tricks of this trade,
Switch blade with a little switch to switch blades
And switch from a 6 to a 16 inch blade,
The shits like a samari sword, a censay,
Shit just don’t change ta this day,
I’m this way still tell that ut-slay its-bay,
I’m a say my ick-day, choose my ick-pay,
Addenlay, but uck-fay, ick-kay...

Chorus 1
(eminem)

This rap game, this rap game,
I ain’t sell’in my soul for this rap game,
Now I ain’t digg’in no hole for this rap game,
But I’m tellin ya no it ain’t happenin..

This rap game, this rap game,
I ain’t sell’in my soul for this rap game,
I ain’t digg’in no hole for this rap game,
This rap game, this rap game...

Verse 2

I bet ya lovin me (? ? ), drink and drown in my own iniquity,
But fuck that, I’m gonna rap till y’all get sick of me,
And clutch my last sack, it’s been all who big on me,
I’m pickin a rot mix, fuck the dog who single me,
I’m saying you motherfuckers, don’t know’ith, who playin,
If I’m broke, then I’m brakin open the place where you layin,
You know, same she every nigga done in his life,
I livin this why (? ? ), speak long (? ? ), what I blow when I write,
So why, should i, ever fear another man, if he bleed like I bleed,
Take a piss when he stand, ok you win, you can say we cant rap
But no shots (? ? ), never me (? ? ), you never (? ? ), and I don’t wanna (? ? ),
When they say it was wack...

I walk in the party and just start bustin,
Right after I hear the last verse of self destruction,
This liquer makes me wanna blast the chrome,
To let you know that time without morse dangerom (? ? ), (nigga)
I low down and shifty, quickly call swifty,
To do a drive-by on the ten speed with fifty,
You feelin lucky squeeze, I catch you outside of chucky cheese,
With you see (? ? ) who be unlucky g, my lifestyle is unstable,
A partyin addict, they said no fightin in the club
So I brought me a matic, coughin the static,
I jump nigga’s call me a rabbit,
Pop in the tavern and guns are so just irratic...

Chorus 2

Believe me, we run this rap shit forchezy,
Make makin millions look easy,
Everywhere you turn you see me,
You hear me..

Believe me, you see my pistol and three dead,
No time to call the peace treaty,
Dial 911 cause you need the...,
Police to help you, believe me,

Verse 3

I haft to tunnel from the side walk and piss on the curve,
This is obserde, these street nigga’s twistin my words,
We finally could say goodbye to hollywood,
Cause boots and shine pants, is nothin in commin,
The nasty been with gasoline cans (? ? ),
We never bow down to be a flashin a pig (? ? ),

No one must, fuck this statue dawg,
Nothin to do with hands when I clap with yall,
Put your job on the ground (? ? ), then the dog in the pound (? ? ),
Then I’m goin out of town, for the law come around,
So we can battle with raps, we can battle gats,
Matter a fact we can battle with placks,

(eminem)

This rap game

(bizarre)

I’m too fuckin retarted, I don’t give a fuck about my dick,
Thats why I’m date’in raymond bobbet,
My crew had a arguement who was the largest,
Now they all is dead and I roll as a solo artist,
Plus I made the beat to all the raps,
Well I really didnt but I did according to this contract,
I was thrown in the snow with no where to go,
Freezin 20 below forced to join, bail shit, then blow (? ? ),
My little girl, she should’nt listen to these lyrics,
Thats why I glued here headphones to her ears,
To make sure she hear it,
If rap don’t work I’m startin a group with garth brooks,
Ha,ha,ha,ha,ha,ha
This ain’t the hook... (? ? )

Chorus 1

 

 

 

Real Slim Shady

[eminem]
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..

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
And started whoopin her ass worse than before
They first were divorce, throwin her over furniture (ahh!)
It’s the return of the... ah, wait, no way, you’re 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! (ha-ha!)
Feminist women love eminem {*vocal turntable:
Chigga chigga chigga*} slim shady, I’m sick of him
Look at him, walkin around grabbin his you-know-what
Flippin the you-know-who, yeah, 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 goin on in your parents’ bedrooms
Sometimes, I wanna get on tv and just 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, you might just give it a little kiss
And that’s the message that we deliver to little kids
And expect them not to know what a woman’s clitoris is
Of course they gonna know what intercourse is
By the time they hit fourth grade
They got the discovery channel don’t they?
We ain’t nothing but mammals.. well, some of us cannibals
Who cut other people open like cantaloupes {*slurp*}
But if we can hump dead animals and antelopes
Then there’s no reason that a man and another man can’t elope
{*ewww!*} but if you feel like I feel, I got the antidote
Women wave your pantyhose, sing the chorus and it goes

Chorus: eminem (repeat 2x)

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?

[eminem]
Will smith don’t gotta cuss in his raps to sell his records;
Well I do, so fuck him and fuck 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 you win, wouldn’t it be weird?
Why? so you guys could just lie to get me here?
So you can, sit me here next to britney spears?
Shit, christina aguilera better switch me chairs
So I can sit next to carson daly and fred durst
And hear ’em argue over who she gave head to first
You little bitch, put me on blast on mtv
Yeah, he’s cute, but I think he’s married to kim, hee-hee!
I should download her audio on mp3
And show the whole world how you gave eminem vd {*ahhh!*}
I’m sick of you little girl and boy groups, all you do is annoy me
So I have been sent here to destroy you {*bzzzt*}
And there’s a million of us just like me
Who cuss like me; who just don’t give a fuck like me
Who dress like me; walk, talk and act like me
And just might be the next best thing but not quite me!

Chorus

[eminem]
I’m like a head trip to listen to, cause I’m only givin 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 y’all and I don’t gotta be false or sugarcoated at all
I just get on the mic and spit it
And whether you like to admit it {*err*} I just shit it
Better than ninety percent of you rappers out can
Then you wonder how can kids eat up these albums like valiums
It’s funny; cause at the rate I’m goin when I’m thirty
I’ll be the only person in the nursin home flirting
Pinchin nurses asses when I’m jackin off with jergens
And I’m jerkin 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, spittin on your onion rings
{*hach*} or in the parkin lot, circling
Screaming I don’t give a fuck!
With his windows down and his system up
So, will the real shady please stand up?
And put one of those fingers on each hand up?
And be proud to be outta your mind and outta control
And one more time, loud as you can, how does it go?

Chorus 2x

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

 

 

 

 

 

Remember Me

[rbx]
Remember me? (step in, execution)
Remember me? (I have no remorse)
Remember me? (I’m ’high powered’)
Remember me? (I drop bombs like hiroshima)

For this one it’s the x, you retarded?
Cause I grab the mic and get down, like syndrome
Hide and roam into the masses, without boundaries
Which qualifies me for the term universal
Without no rehearsal, I leak words that’s controversial
Like I’m not, the one you wanna contest, see
Cause I’ll hit yo’ ass like the train did that bitch
That got banned from tv -- heavyweight hitter
Hit you watch your whole head split up
Loco-is-the-motion, we comin through
Hollow tips is the lead, the .45 threw

[sticky fingaz]
Remember me? (throw ya gunz in the air!)
Remember me? (slam! slam!)
Remember me? (nigga ’bacdafucup’)
Remember me? (chka-chka-onyx!)

Niggaz that take no for an answer, get told no
Yeah I been told no but it was more like, no, no, no!!!
Life a bitch that’ll fuck you if you let her
Better come better than better to be a competitor
This vet is ahead of,
The shit is all redder, you deader and deader
A medic instead-a the cheddars and credda
Settle vendetta one metal beretta from ghetto to ghetto
Evidence? nope! never leave a shred-of
I got the soul of every rapper in me, love me or hate me
My moms got raped by the industry and made me
I’m the illest nigga ever, I told you
I get more pussy than them dyke bitches total
Want beef, nigga? pbbt! you better dead that shit
My name should be can’t-believe-that-nigga-said-that-shit
Probably sayin, he ain’t a killer, but I’m killin myself
Smoke death, fuck bitches raw, on the kitchen floor
So think what i’ma do to you, have done to you
Got niggaz in my hood who’d do that shit for a blunt or two
What you wanna do, cocksuckers? we glock busters
’til the cops cuff us, we’ll start ruckus and drop blockbusters
’round the clock hustlers, you cannot touch us
I’m gettin wires niggaz wantin me dead, wantin my head
You think it could be somethin I said? {*echoes*}

[eminem]
Remember me? (I just don’t give a fuck!)
Remember me? (yeah, fuck you too!)
Remember me? (I’m low down and I’m shifty!)
Remember me? (I’m shady!)

When I go out, i’ma go out shootin
I don’t mean when I die, I mean when I go out to the club, stupid
I’m tryin to clear up my fuckin’ image,
So I promised the fuckin critics
I wouldn’t say fuckin for six minutes
(*click* six minutes, slim shady, you’re on)
My baby’s mom, bitch made me an angry blonde
So I made me a song, killed her and put hailie on
I may be wrong, I keep thinkin these crazy thoughts
In my cranium, but I’m stuck with a crazy mom
(is she really on as much dope as you say she’s on? )
Came home, and somebody musta broke in the back window
And stole two loaded machine guns and both of my trenchcoats
Sick sick dreams of picnic scenes, two kids, sixteen
With m-16’s and ten clips each
And them shits reach through six kids each
And slim gets blamed in bill clint’s speech to fix these streets?
Fuck that! pbbt! tou faggots can vanish to volcanic ash
And re-appear in hell with a can of gas, and a match
Aftermath, dre, grab the gat, show ’em where it’s at
(what the fuck you starin at, nigga? )

Don’t you remember me? !
Remember me? !!
Remember me? ? !
Remember me!!!!

 

 

 

Rock Bottom

 

Ah yeah, yo!
This song is dedicated to all the happy people
All the happy people who have real nice lives
And who have no idea what’s it like to be broke as fuck

Verse one:

I feel like I’m walking a tight rope
Without a circus net
I’m popping percasete
I’m a nervous wreck
I deserve respect
But I work a sweat for this worthless check
Bout to burst this tech, at somebody to reverse this debt
Minimum wage got my adrenaline caged
Full of venom and rage
Especially when I’m engaged
And my daughter’s down to her last diaper
That’s got my ass hyper
I pray that God answers, maybe I’ll ask nicer
Watching ballers while they flossing in their pathfinders
These overnight stars becoming autograph signers
We’ll all gone blow up and leave the past behind us
Along with the small fry’s and average half pinters
While playa haters turn bitch like they have vaginas
Cause we see them dollar signs and let the cash blind us
Money will brainwash you and leave your ass mindless
Snakes slither in the grass spineless

Chorus: repeat 2x

That’s rock bottom
When this life makes you mad enough to kill
That’s rock bottom
When you want something bad enough you’ll steal
That’s rock bottom
When you feel you have had it up to here
Cause you mad enough to scream but you sad enough to tear

Verse two:

My life is full of empty promises
And broken dreams
I’m hoping things will look up
But there ain’t no job openings
I feel discouraged hungry and malnourished
Living in this house with no furnace, unfurnished
And I’m sick of working dead end jobs with lame pay
And I’m tired of being hired and fired the same day
But fuck it, if you know the rules to the game play
Cause when we die we know were all going the same way
It’s cool to be player, but it sucks to be the fan
When all you need is bucks to be the man
Plus a luxury sedan
Too comfortable and roomy in a six
They threw me in the mix
With all these gloomy lunatics
Walk around depressed
And smoke a pound of ses a day
And yesterday went by so quick it seems like it was just today
My daughter wants to throw the ball but I’m too stressed to play
Live half my life and throw the rest away

Chorus

There’s people that love me and people that hate me
But it’s the evil that made me this backstabbing, deceitful, and shady
I want the money, the women, the fortune, and the fame
That means I’ll end up burning in hell scorching in flames
That means I’m stealing your checkbook and forging your name
Lifetime bliss for eternal torture and pain
Right now I feel like just hit the rock bottom
I got problems now everybody on my blocks got ’em
I’m screaming like those two cops when 2pac shot ’em
Holding two glocks, I hope your doors got new locks on ’em
My daughter’s feet ain’t got no shoes or sock’s on ’em
And them rings you wearing look like they got a few rocks on ’em
And while you flaunting them I could be taking them to shops to pawn them
I got a couple of rings and a brand new watch you want ’em?
Cause I never went gold of one song
I’m running up on someone’s lawns with guns drawn

Chorus

 

 

 

Role Model

Ok, I’m going to attempt to drown myself
You can try this at home
You can be just like me!

Mic check one two.. we recordin?
I’m cancerous, so when I diss you wouldn’t wanna answer this
If you responded back with a battle rap you wrote for canibus
I strangled you to death then I choked you again
Then break your fuckin legs till your bones poke through your skin
You beef wit me, i’ma even the score equally
Take you on jerry springer, and beat yer ass legally
I get you blunted off of funny home grown
Cause when I smoke out I hit the trees harder than sonny bono
(ohh no!!) so if I said I never did drugs
That would mean I lie and get fucked more than the president does
Hillary clinton tried to slap me and call me a pervert
I ripped her fuckin tonsils out and fed her sherbet (bitch!)
My nerves hurt, and lately I’m on edge
Grabbed vanilla ice and ripped out his blonde dreads (fuck you!)
Every girl I ever went out wit is goin lez
Follow me and do exactly what the song says:
Smoke weed, take pills, drop outta school, kill people and drink
And jump behind the wheel like it was still legal
I’m dumb enough to walk in a store and steal
So I’m dumb enough to ask for a date with lauryn hill
Some people only see that I’m white, ignorin skill
Cause I stand out like a green hat with a orange bill
But I don’t get pissed, y’all don’t even see through the mist
How the fuck can I be white, I don’t even exist
I get a clean shave, bathe, go to a rave
Die from an overdose and dig myself up out of my grave
My middle finger won’t go down, how do I wave?
And this is how I’m supposed to teach kids how to behave?

Now follow me and do exactly what you see
Don’t you wanna grow up to be just like me!
I slap women and eat shrooms then o.d.
Now don’t you wanna grow up to be just like me!

Me and marcus allen went over to see nicole
When we heard a knock at the door, must have been ron gold’
Jumped behind the door, put the orgy on hold
Killed em both and smeared blood in a white bronco (we did it!)
My mind won’t work if my spine don’t jerk
I slapped garth brooks out of his rhinestone shirt
I’m not a player just a ill rhyme sayer
That’ll spray an aerosol can up at the ozone layer (psssssssh)
My rap style’s warped, I’m runnin out the morgue
Witcha dead grandmother’s corpse to throw it on your porch
Jumped in a chickenhawk cartoon wit a cape on
And beat up foghorn leghorn with an acorn
I’m bout as normal as norman bates, with deformative traits
A premature birth that was four minutes late
Mother.. are you there? I love you
I never meant to hit you over the head with that shovel
Will someone explain to my brain that I just severed
A main vein with a chainsaw and I’m in pain?
I take a breather and sighed; either I’m high, or I’m nuts
Cause if you ain’t tiltin this room, neither am i
So when you see your mom with a thermometer shoved in her ass
Then it probably is obvious I got it on with her
Cause when I drop this solo shit it’s over with
I bought cage’s tape, opened it, and dubbed over it

I came to the club drunk with a fake id
Don’t you wanna grow up to be just like me!
I’ve been with 10 women who got hiv
Now don’t you wanna grow up to be just like me!
I got genital warts and it burns when I pee
Don’t you wanna grow up to be just like me!
I tie a rope around my penis and jump from a tree
You probably wanna grow up to be just like me!!!

 

 

 

Run Rabbit Run

Some days I just wanna up and call it quits,
I feel like I’m surrounded by a wall of bricks,
Everytime I go to get up I just fall in piss,
My life’s like one great big ball of shit,
If I could just put it all in all I spit,
Instead I always try to swallow it,
Instead of staring at this wall and shit,
While I sit writers block sick of all this shit,
Cant call it shit, all I know is I’m about to hit the wall,
If I have to see another one of mom’s alchaholic fits,
This is it, last straw, thats all, thats it,
I ain’t dealing with another fucking politic,
I’m like a stewin bubble in him, till it filters up,
I’m about to kill it, I can feel it building up,
Blow this building up, I’ve been sealed enough,
My cup run it over I’ve been filled up,
But then explosion bust and spills my guts,
You think all I do is stand here and feel my nuts,
But I’m a show you what, you gonna feel my rush,
You don’t feel it then it must be too real to touch,
Feel to touch, I’m about to tear shit up,
Goosebumps, yeah I’m make your hair sit up,
Yeah sit up, I’m a tell you who I be,
I’m make you hate me cause you ain’t me,
You aint, it ain’t to late to finally see,
What you close minded fucks were too blind to see,
Whoever find me, is gonna get a finders fee,
Out this world and ain’t no one out there mind as me,
You need peace of mind, well here’s a piece of mine,
All I need’s a line but sometimes,
I don’t always find the words to rhyme,
To express how I’m really feeling at that time,
Yeah sometimes, sometimes, sometimes, just sometimes,
Its always me, how dark can these hallways be,
The clock stikes midnight, 1, 2, then half past 3,
This half ass rhyme with this half ass piece of paper, (tear)
I’m desperate at my desk if I could just get the rest,
Of this shit off my chest, again, stuck in this slum,
Cant think of nothing, fuck I’m stumped,
But wait here comes something,
Nope, it’s not good enough, scribbel it out, new pad,
Krinkel it up and throw that shit out,
I’m fisseling now thought I had figured it out,
Ball’s in my court but I’m scared to dribbel it out,
But I’m afraid, why am I afaid, why am I a slave to this trade,
Sign that I’ll spit to the grave, real enough to rawl you up,
What me to flip it I can rip it any style you want,
I’m a switch, yeah a bitch, jimmy smith ain’t a quitter,
I’m a sit here till I get enough,
For me to finally hit a fucking boiling point,
Put some oil in your joints,
Flip the coin bitch come get destroyed,
An mc’s worst dream I make them tense since they hate me,
See me and shake like a shangeling fence,
By the looks of them you would swear yours was comming,
By the scream of them you would swear I’m sawing something,
By the way they running you would swear the law was coming,
Its now or never tonight is all or nothing,
Momma, jimmy keep leaving on us, he said he’d be back,
He pinky promised, I don’t think he’s honest,
I be back baby I just got to beat this clock,
Fuck this clock, I’m make them eat this watch,
Dont believe me watch, I’m a win this race,
And I’m a come back and rub my shit in your face,
Bitch I found my neck, you gonna hear my voice,
Till you sick of it you ain’t gonna have a choice,
If I gotta scream till I have half a lung,
If I have half a chance I grab it, rabbit run...

 

 

 

Scary Movies

What’s your favorite scary movie?

[em] yo, slim shady!
[r5] yo, royce 5-9
[em] y’all wanna make a movie?
[r5] what..
[em] we got the film right here

[royce]
What?
Yeah I’m one of them pretty rappers
Buck if I really hafta, I really slap ya
King of detroit who they namin the city after (what? )
Scandalous partners, whose grammar hammers the hard shit
Into your heart with, content, yo who wanna start with
Experts, bad and evil is comin soon
Mc’s get stuck, head first back in they mother’s womb
This shit is written, in my eyes I’m the illest mc spittin (what? )
Leavin all of you cats shittin kittens
I gotta diss you, my niggaz be cockin pistols
Shot and split you, fuck splittin the profits with you (what? )
Six percent, of y’all niggaz is just pretend
Clicks with clits, pussy niggaz stink with dicks (what? )
Niggaz act bully, and blast for the fast penny
My auto is fully, plenty of niggaz packin semi
Speak darts; yo you get paid? rhymin about it is the sweet part
You can’t be street smart with a cheap heart
Five nine, a street nigga with deep feelin (what? )
I keep illin, my steez willin to keep killin (what? )
Fuck rap, a lot of y’all all is just acts
Trust that - you rhyme all wack on rough tracks
Bust and then we all black when you get bust back at
Fuck that, you get blast at, you get laughed at
And i’ma spit thunder (what? ) stick to my guns
Niggaz is finished before they gimmicks, one-hit wonders
What? big balls, that’s why when I spit, your clique stalls
I’ma pit bull, I’m just dog, I’m just raw (what? )
Split y’all, holla, it’s on! then I diss y’all
All of y’all niggaz get pissed on claimin you pissed off

Chorus: eminem and royce (repeat 2x)

Y’all want drama? wanna make a scary movie?
Rappers comin in with they team and carry toolies
You can jump right out of the screen and barely move me
We hard-hittin, directin and starrin in it

[eminem]
The one man on the planet that’ll drive off of the grand canyon
Hop out of a grand am and land in it handstandin
Any man plannin to battle will get snatched out of his clothes
So fast it’ll look like an invisible man standin
I’m headed for hell, I’d rather be dead or in jail
Bill clinton, hit this, and you better inhale
Cause any mc that chooses to go against me
Is gettin takin advantage of like monica lewinksy (leave me alone!)
Came home in a frenzy, pushin a ten speed
Screamin to aunt peg (aunt peg!!!!)
With three spokes stickin out of my pant leg
Fuck a headache, give me a migraine
Damnit I like pain (ahh!)
And you should be anywhere that I might gain
You rap knowin you wack
You act up and I’m throwin you down a flight of steps
Then I’m throwin you back up em
If they don’t like the track, fuck em
The rap struck em harder then gettin hit by a mack truck
And then backed up on
And any half-assed known rapper to trespass
Better be ready for the second celebrity deathmatch (ding! ding!)
So tell the medic to bring the medication and quickly (hurry up man!)
I’m sicker than a tupac dedication to biggie
I’m free-fallin feet first out of a damn tree
To stampede your chest till you can’t breathe
And when I’m down to my last breath
I’ma climb the empire state building and get to the last step
And still laugh half bent

Chorus

[em] bad.. the bad..
[r5] uhh, when the bad meets the bad.. yo..
[em] the evil
[r5] take the evil with the evil
[em] put em together
[r5] what? nine-nine
[em] two times.. slim shady.. royce the five nine

 

 

 

Searchin’

Artist: eminem f/ danaun porter women singing:
Ain’t no one special, special like you (4x)
I been searching, but your the one I want in my life baby (4x)

Verse 1: eminem
I’m reminiscing on your tenderness and the snuggling and teasing
Missing what I remember, kissing and hugging and squeezing
Bugging and weezing, I’m having trouble when breathing
It’s even tougher when sleeping
But there’s a couple of reasons that I’m suffering and grieving
For loving and leaving, you all I’m thinking of in the evening
You got my knees buckling and weakening
Thoughts of nothing but freaking that I’m struggling to keep in
And interrupt when I’m speaking
I got some game that I’m preparing to run
The way your lips sparkle and glare in the sun
You got your hair in a bun, no matter what you’re wearing you stun
Cause your comparing to none, I wanna share in the fun
I feel a passionate lust when I’m imagining just us alone at last with a
Touch
I see you grasping to trust, but my intentions are good
The seed is passing in dust
I’m not asking to rush and answer immediately
I just wanna be there for you and you to be there for me
If you agree to repeat after me, I love you (I love you baby)
Cause I just need you to see, how much I’m eager to be
Your man legally wed, your love’s keeping me fed
This is easily said, so you can lead or be led
If you care to be down cause ain’t nobody like you no where to be found

Chorus:
Women singing:
I been searching, but your the one I want in my life baby (4x)

Verse 2: denaun porter
Baby it’s all on you, it’s you I call on boo
Let’s set a day up so you can fall on through
We’ll take a spin in a lexus you can chill for dinner and breakfast
Long enough to see how this gentleman sex’es
We’ll start it out with caviar, don parigne
And then when it’s a fact we are warm, carry on
We’ll take it slow, see nobody will hurry things
I got the herbs the bacardi and hurricane
If daiquiris are in debate and not your thing that day
It’s still all right cause I got minute maid and tangeray
Your an incredible one that’s rare, in bed with edible underwear
You look impeccable, nothing compares
I dream of freaking you, the women that will speak it too so
It seems that there is not an end to things that we can do so
Now we all set to play, only thing left to say is
When you step away, baby but don’t forget the neglicie

Chorus:
Women singing:
I been searching, but your the one I want in my life baby (8x)
Ain’t no one special, special like you (2x)

 

 

 

 

Shit on You

(eminem - 4x)

I’ll shit on you
Da da da da

I’ll shit on you
I will shit
I’ll shit on you
Girl you know
I’ll shit on you
Bitch or man
I’ll shit on you
I will shit

(swift aka swifty mcveigh)

I remain fatter than gluttony
Tapin bombs to the back of record companies
Blow em up if they ain’t want me
The national guard
They scared to hunt me
I love beef
I got you hoes duckin’ me
A drug thief
Bitch I’ll take your marijuana
These slugs with keep yo ass away from my corner
I drown niggas in hundred-degree saunas
You can act a fool if you wanna (bitch)
It’s this lyrical piranha
Strapped with a grenade
In the pool with your mama
Attack her by the legs then I pull her to the bottom
Twist nothin up like a condom
Slap it if you muthafuckas got a problem
When I see ’em
You hoes endin’ up in a fuckin’ mausoleum
Or hiden in the trunk of a black & gold bmw
Pull in the garage while u screamin’
Keep the motor on then I’m leavin’
I’ll shit on you

(chorus)

I will shit on you I don’t care who you are
I’ll shit on you
I don’t give a fuck about you or your car
Fuck your house
Fuck your jewelry
And fuck your watch
Fuck your wife
Fuck your kids
Fuck your family
I’ll shit on you

(bizarre aka peter s. bizarre)

I’m a alcoholic with the fuckin’ toilet
Pass the hot dogs
(bizarre aren’t you islamic)
Bitch shut your fuckin mouth
I’ma keep eatin till
Richard simmons comes to my house with a chain saw to cut me out
I’ll fuck your wife
I had sex since I met her
I’m to busy fuckin
Your 12 year old baby-sitter
And all women ain’t shit
Only good for cookin, cleanin, and suckin dick and thats it
I was responsible for killin’ john candy
I got jonbenet ramsey in my 98 camry
I don’t give a fuck who you are
I’ll shit on anybody
Truly yours the idiotic bizarre

(eminem aka slim shady)

My adolescent years weren’t shit till what I do now
I never grew up I was born grown and grew down
The older I get the dumber the shit I get in
The more ignorant the incident is I fit in
Ignorin the shit how boring it gets
When there’s no one to hit
I don’t know when to quit throwin a fit
I know I’m a bit flaky but they make me
Its they who raised me and say the can take me
Its they who legs I brake and make achy
Its they who mistake me and make me so angry
I’ll shit on you
I’ll spit on you
Start pissin’ then do the opposite on you
You weren’t listenin I said I’ll cop a squat on you and
Start spillin my guts like chicken cordon bleu
And straight shit
Like notorious big did to that bitch
On his skit on his last album
Pull my pants down

(chorus)

(kon artis aka denine porter)

Is richard pryor still alive
If not I’m sicker than he was prior to him dyin’
Born brainless
This steel ain’t stainless
Your bloodstains are all over this steel God dang it
Bitch brang it
These niggas that I hang wit
Will hang u up naked by your ankles danglin
My needa stays stranglin
I don’t need your help
If u gon give me the pussy
I’ll unloosen my belt
I’ll punch your daddy not
Your moms kinda cock
Your sister tends court
Your aunt supply her rocks
Buck 50 cross yo neck
Floss yo tek
I’ll beat you wit it across yo chest

(kuniva aka von)

It’s only right I jack your car keys and run
Spent all of my advancements on weed and guns
For fun, when I’m drunk
I’ll run a truck through the weed house
Jump out and beat your peeps down worst than steve stout
Put you in chokeholds I learned last week
From the police man
Who caught me stealing weed from his jeep
I see hoes bitin
Y’all don’t wanna brawl
Thats like d-bo fightin peablo bryson
So what you hollering and yelling about
I’ll reach in your mouth
And pull your fuckin skeleton out
Niggas get hit wit a two piece
Bling bling
With a poisonous sting
I’m such a violent thing

(chorus)

(eminem aka slim shady)

Once I get on 2 hits of x
My disk slips and disconnects
Till I walk around this bitch with a twisted neck
But still shit on the first bitch who disrespects
Over reaction is my only reaction
Which only sets off a chain reaction
And puts 5 more zainiac than maniacs in action
A rat pack
In black jackets who pack 10
9 millimetres
5 criminals pullin heaters
And spillin liters of blood like swimmin pools
Shiesty individuals shoot at bitches too
A lotta people say misoginistic which is true
I can’t deny it matter of fact I stand by it
So please stand by it before we start up a damn riot
If u don’t wanna get stampeded then stand quiet
Boy girl dog woman man child
I’ll shit on you

I will shit on you I don’t care who you are
I’ll shit on you
I don’t give a fuck about you or your car
I’ll shit on you
Fuck your house fuck your jewelry and fuck your watch
I’ll shit on you
I will fuck you wife if you fuck with me
I’ll shit on you

You heard me
(eminem laughing)
Bitch
I’ll shit on you
D-12 will shit on you
I’ll shit on you

Your life
Your wife
Your kids
Your car
I’ll shit on you
Your house
Your spouse
Your rings
Your things
I’ll shit on you
I’ll shit on you
I’ll shit on you
I’ll shit on you

 

 

 

Soap

[soppy romantic music plays in the background]

Roger : skylar montgomery?

Montgomery : what do you want from me roger?

Roger : I know it was you all along messing around with my dear veronica!

Montgomery : wait a minute, you hold hold it right there. me and that woman
Love each other.

Roger : love? what do you know of love?

Montgomery : we were destined to be together. I met her on the beach...!

Roger :are you out to destroy me?

Montgomery : no roger. that’s not what I want to do.

Roger : I love her! and were going to be together.

Montgomery : never!

 

 

 

Split Shine

Verse 1
I ’ma clean this whole shit out like climax,
With words put togeather better then sony electronics,
King of the jungle, humbly stay honest,
Eat with the lions, swim with peranas,
Gassoline the scene, strike the match,
Inferno, I’m to throue nigga, so stand back,
I spit shine, get mine and rip rhyme
And make my career take a incline,
I’m strick with knives, straight with razors,
Good with grenades and great with gadges, (yeah)
Been around the world on a million stages,
Watch nigga’s bitch up and go through changes,
I had gun’s before guns was in fashion,
I mashed out before niggas knew mashin,
I knew terror before the plane started crashin,
I got punch lines and nigga’s ain’t laughin...

Chorus

I’m gon be here after the smoke dye down,
Insomnia style I won’t lye down,
Fight the good fight don’t need no help,
Keep your hands up defend yourself,
Move like I move and live lifelong ,
Can’t move up if your hearts not strong,
Get your own shit cause this shit’s mine,
Every time I spit, I shine

Verse 2

Cock-sucker I preach what I practise,
Back shit up, wrap this, rap shit up,
Still actin up, get found in the trunk of an acuva,
Yall suck like jail in dracula,
X turn up the heat, increase the hatred,
Straight stone face don’t fuck with gay shit,
So I guess that means I cant fuck with you now,
Drew down, let off, facate to new town,
You feel like bishop, induced now,
Gotta flame thrower that will burn
Great holes till you goose down, (yeah)
Rough sound, same strong background,
Bent on black the big boys playin tips down,
My whole train of thought is the party,
Any motherfucker with problems and not get caught,
I was blessed with life when I cursed to death,
I’m a spit till my very last breath...

(fuck y’all)

Chorus

Verse 3

Let me get a three second look, I hit a million dollar target,
You ain’t came up yet well nigga’ let me show ya, (aaaa)
Come across dope like planes and boats,
Like baloons filled with coke, down a mexican’s throat,
You ever seen a man get smoked and shit on himself,
The body shake for a second, then it can’t stop a second,
The evidence are the weapon and the people involved,
Let one nigga talk, everybody gettin caught, for sure,
I say that, to say this,
If you cant handle the time then ride the beach,
Might as well touch your tail and jump the fence,
Castrate yourself expose the bitch,
X go head up, the fuck never ran from it,
I got engadged with buck shots that you can’t stomach,
You ain’t a killer you a album filler,
You ain’t a soldier you a rap premoter,
Game over...

Chorus

 

 

 

 

Stan

Chorus: dido

My tea’s gone cold I’m wondering why i..
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window..
And I can’t see at all
And even if I could it’ll all be gray,
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it’s not so bad,
It’s not so bad..

1st chorus: volume gradually grows over raindrop background
2nd chorus: full volume with beat right after thunder noise

[eminem as ’stan’]
Dear slim, I wrote but you still ain’t callin
I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not-a got ’em
There probably was a problem at the post office or somethin
Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot ’em
But anyways; fuck it, what’s been up? man how’s your daughter?
My girlfriend’s pregnant too, I’m bout to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess what i’ma call her?
I’ma name her bonnie
I read about your uncle ronnie too I’m sorry
I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn’t want him
I know you probably hear this everyday, but I’m your biggest fan
I even got the underground shit that you did with skam
I got a room full of your posters and your pictures man
I like the shit you did with rawkus too, that shit was fat
Anyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back,
Just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan
This is stan

{chorus: dido}

[eminem as ’stan’]
Dear slim, you still ain’t called or wrote, I hope you have a chance
I ain’t mad - I just think it’s fucked up you don’t answer fans
If you didn’t wanna talk to me outside your concert
You didn’t have to, but you coulda signed an autograph for matthew
That’s my little brother man, he’s only six years old
We waited in the blistering cold for you,
Four hours and you just said, no.
That’s pretty shitty man - you’re like his fuckin idol
He wants to be just like you man, he likes you more than I do
I ain’t that mad though, I just don’t like bein lied to
Remember when we met in denver - you said if I’d write you
You would write back - see I’m just like you in a way
I never knew my father neither;
He used to always cheat on my mom and beat her
I can relate to what you’re saying in your songs
So when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put ’em on
Cause I don’t really got shit else so that shit helps when I’m depressed
I even got a tattoo of your name across the chest
Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds
It’s like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me
See everything you say is real, and I respect you cause you tell it
My girlfriend’s jealous cause I talk about you 24/7
But she don’t know you like I know you slim, no one does
She don’t know what it was like for people like us growin up
You gotta call me man, I’ll be the biggest fan you’ll ever lose
Sincerely yours, stan -- p.s.
We should be together too

{chorus: dido}

[eminem as ’stan’]
Dear mister-i’m-too-good-to-call-or-write-my-fans,
This’ll be the last package I ever send your ass
It’s been six months and still no word - I don’t deserve it?
I know you got my last two letters;
I wrote the addresses on ’em perfect
So this is my cassette I’m sending you, I hope you hear it
I’m in the car right now, I’m doing 90 on the freeway
Hey slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive?
You know the song by phil collins, in the air of the night
About that guy who coulda saved that other guy from drowning
But didn’t, then phil saw it all, then at a a show he found him?
That’s kinda how this is, you coulda rescued me from drowning
Now it’s too late - I’m on a 1000 downers now, I’m drowsy
And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call
I hope you know I ripped +all+ of your pictures off the wall
I love you slim, we coulda been together, think about it
You ruined it now, I hope you can’t sleep and you dream about it
And when you dream I hope you can’t sleep and you scream about it
I hope your conscience eats at you and you can’t breathe without me
See slim; {*screaming*} shut up bitch! I’m tryin to talk!
Hey slim, that’s my girlfriend screamin in the trunk
But I didn’t slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain’t like you
Cause if she suffocates she’ll suffer more, and then she’ll die too
Well, gotta go, I’m almost at the bridge now
Oh shit, I forgot, how’m I supposed to send this shit out?
{*car tires squeal*} {*crash*}
.. {*brief silence*} .. {*loud splash*}

{chorus: dido}

[eminem]
Dear stan, I meant to write you sooner but I just been busy
You said your girlfriend’s pregnant now, how far along is she?
Look, I’m really flattered you would call your daughter that
And here’s an autograph for your brother,
I wrote it on the starter cap
I’m sorry I didn’t see you at the show, I musta missed you
Don’t think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you
But what’s this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?
I say that shit just clownin dogg,
C’mon - how fucked up is you?
You got some issues stan, I think you need some counseling
To help your ass from bouncing off the walls when you get down some
And what’s this shit about us meant to be together?
That type of shit’ll make me not want us to meet each other
I really think you and your girlfriend need each other
Or maybe you just need to treat her better
I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time
Before you hurt yourself, I think that you’ll be doin just fine
If you relax a little, I’m glad I inspire you but stan
Why are you so mad? try to understand, that I do want you as a fan
I just don’t want you to do some crazy shit
I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick
Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge
And had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was pregnant with his kid
And in the car they found a tape, but they didn’t say who it was to
Come to think about, his name was.. it was you
Damn!

 

 

 

Steve Berman

Eminem: heyyy!
Steve: hey, em, what’s up?
Eminem: steve berman. what’s goin’ on, man, how you doin? good to see you
Again. what’s up?
Steve: em, could you come here and have a seat, please?
Eminem: umm, yeah, what’s...
Steve: vannessa, shut the door.
Secretary: okay.
Eminem: so what’s up? how’s orders looking for the first week?
Steve: it would be better if you gave me nothing at all.
Eminem: wh-
Steve: this album is less than nothing. I can’t sell this fucking record.
Eminem: wha-
Steve: do you know what’s happening to me out there?
Eminem: wh-wha-what’s the problem?
Steve: violent ground told me to go fuck myself!
Eminem: who’s violent...?
Steve: tower records told me to shove this record up my ass! do you know
What it feels like to be told to have a record shoved up your ass?
Eminem: but, i-
Steve: I’m gonna lose my fuckin’ job over this. you know why dre’s record
Was so successful? he’s rappin’ about big-screen tv’s, blunts, 40’s and
Bitches. you’re rappin’ about homosexuals and vicadin.
Eminem: I mean-
Steve: I can’t sell this shit!
Eminem: what-
Steve: either change the record or it’s not coming out!
Eminem: what, i-
Steve: now get the fuck out of my office!
Eminem: what am I supposed-
Steve: now!
Eminem: alright man, whatever.

 

 

 

 

Still Don’t Give a Fuck

[eminem]
A lot of people ask me.. am I afraid of death..
Hell yeah I’m afraid of death
I don’t want to die yet
A lot of people think.. that I worship the devil..
That I do all types of.. retarded shit
Look, I can’t change the way I think
And I can’t change the way I am
But if I offended you? good
Cause I still don’t give a fuck

I’m zonin off of one joint, stoppin a limo
Hopped in the window, shoppin a demo at gunpoint
A lyricist without a clue, what year is this?
Fuck a needle, here’s a sword, bodypierce with this
Livin amuk, never givin a fuck
Gimme the keys I’m drunk, and I’ve never driven a truck
But I smoke dope in a cab
I’ll stab you with the sharpest knife I can grab
Come back the next week and re-open your scab (yeah!)
A killer instinct runs in the blood
Emptyin full clips and buryin guns in the mud
I’ve calmed down now -- I was heavy once into drugs
I could walk around straight for two months with a buzz
My brain’s gone, my soul’s worn and my spirit is torn
The rest of my body’s still bein operated on
I’m ducked the fuck down while I’m writin this rhyme
Cause I’m probably gonna get struck with lightnin this time

Chorus:

For all the weed that I’ve smoked - yo this blunt’s for you
To all the people I’ve offended - yeah fuck you too!
To all the friends I used to have - yo I miss my past
But the rest of you assholes can kiss my ass
For all the drugs that I’ve done - yo I’m still gon’ do
To all the people I’ve offended - yeah fuck you too!
For everytime I reminisce - yo I miss my past
But I still don’t give a fuck, y’all can kiss my ass

[eminem]
I walked into a gunfight with a knife to kill you
And cut you so fast when your blood spilled it was still blue
I’ll hang you til you dangle and chain you with both ankles
And pull you apart from both angles
I wanna crush your skull til your brains leaks out of your veins
And bust open like broken water mains
So tell saddam not to bother with makin another bomb
Cause I’m crushin the whole world in my palm
Got your girl on my arm and I’m armed with a firearm
So big my entire arm is a giant firebomb
Buy your mom a shirt with a slim shady iron-on
And the pants to match (here momma try em on)
I get imaginative with a mouth full of adjectives,
A brain full of adverbs, and a box full of laxatives
(shittin on rappers) causin hospital accidents
God help me before I commit some irresponsible acts again

Chorus

[eminem]
I wanted an album so rugged nobody could touch it
Spend a million a track and went over my budget (ohh shit!)
Now how in the fuck am I supposed to get out of debt?
I can’t rap anymore - I just murdered the alphabet
Drug sickness got me doin some bugged twitches
I’m withdrawn from crack so bad my blood itches
I don’t rap to get the women - fuck bitches
Give me a fat slut that cooks and does dishes
Never ran with a click - I’m a posse
Kamikaze, strappin a motherfuckin bomb across me
From the second I was born, my momma lost me
I’m a cross between manson, esham and ozzy
I don’t know why the fuck I’m here in the first place
My worst day on this earth was my first birthday
Retarded? what did that nurse say? brain damage?
Fuck, I was born during the earthquake

Chorus

 

 

 

 

Stir Crazy

Artist: madd rapper f/ eminem(uhh, hell yea man, hm, oh fuck yeah
When I’m not at home, beating my shit to death
I’m listening to the madd rapper’s album
This is ken kaniff, and I’m still mad as hell...fuck you)

(eminem)
I’m crazy with this razor with this razor I’m crazy
With this crazor I’m razy, razor crazed I’m crazy!
(ok I’m re-loaded!!) go bring jay-z!!!
(tell them him i’ma ghostwrite for him!!) over dre’s beats!!!
Ran in the ladies room naked in a blanket
At the banquet and started to spank it (ahhh!!)
Came in the bank with a tank, fired a blank
At the clerk and handcuffed her ankles to the safe and thanked her
But I didn’t take nothing (thanks!)
Every bullet came from the same gun
Just from different angles, cause I was pickin’ strange places to aim from
(mad rapper: man, I bet you 50 bucks you won’t jump out the window shady)
(ahhhh!!) pay me

(madd rapper)
Psych, no way fucked up in the head
Shot my girl and my sister cause I caught them in bed (wait, wait, wait)
I’m a crazy mothafucka might shoot me a fed
Or I just might start a fist fight instead
See as far as the dough go
I go loco, see me pumpin gas at your local sunoco
Stuck off the hydro mixed with cocoa
Jump turnstyles, then run from po po

Chorus: (2x)
Life stinks, we don’t give a fuck son, we crazy
Tear up the clubs and do drugs, we crazy
Fuck wild ho’s and bust slugs, we crazy
Madd rapper is crazy, slim shady is (crazy!!!)

(madd rapper)
Yo yo, I wish I’d been aborted
My pockets got a shortage
Everything I wanna floss I can’t afford it
I’m tryin to sell a o’, my pops tryin’ to snort it
My daughter’s babysitter is about to be deported
I’m mad cause I still stand in line for clubs
Mad cause my rottweiler still shits on the rugs (God dammit spike!!!)
Feeling kinda crazy now, I just might flip out
Slim shady gave me shrooms and I might trip out, like...
(eh.... oh... dude... that shit’s crazy man... oohhhh..... this is
Incredible... ohhh....)
Fuck that slim keep that for yourself
You a crazy white dude and u need some help, word

(eminem)
I got a beautiful wife, kids and a gorgeous home
What would make jump in the tub with a cordless phone?
I’m straight viscious I hit you with plates and dishes
Leave you eight stitches, what I’m gay cause I hate bitches?
Slut don’t be nice to me, I’ve had it with girls
And I’ll still be mad at the world, even if it apoligized to me (sorry!)
You’re hearing the last thoughts of a man about to blow his fuckin’ brains out
Fall back with a blood stained blouse on top of his spouse
Spread out on a blood stained couch
In front of his kids that he just killed in the same house
I’m sicker than boy george picturin’ michael jackson
In little boys’ drawers shoppin’ at toy stores **whistling**
Shady said it, shady meant it, I stay demented
I’ll throw a stroller at u, with a baby in it
Go ahead pull the plug, think I won’t smack you
I just dropped a fuckin’ pill mom, don’t vacuum!!!

Chorus (2x)

 

 

 

 

 

The Anthem

 

Artist: sway & tech w/ dj revolution (the wake up show) f/ chino xl,
Eminem, jayo felony, kool g rap, krs-one, pharoahe monch,
Rza, techn9ne, and xzibit


[king tech]
One two, one two
We dedicate this one to the hip-hop culture y’all
Brought to you by the woooorrrllld famous wake-up show!

[rza]
Bobby steels, staple’ tails, mc’s get your lips stapled
Project killa hill is stamped on the map like the compass
Sacred sword play tongue-twist, piercin holes in you
You can’t escape, 70,000 kilowatts blast through your box
Woke wit alarm clocks, cars drivin slow down the block
One stopped, parks pops his trunk
Snare pops loud as glock shots
Bass like an m-80 in your face, cops stop, give us citation
We pause for radio station identification
Wake up wake up wake up!

[tech n9ne]
When I woke-up, I got the mic and never chocked up
Busted a verse and all the g’s in cali loc’ed up when I was summoned
Styles were mixed like the drummonds, killer clown is comin
Look around, your town is crumblin
This big tech from the midwest, leavin mc’s lipless
On the wake-up show, make up no, stories about my shake-up flow
Put me off in a cipher? potna, you can’t fuck wit the sniper
Your flow’s premature, clean your dirt diaper
Mic heister, psycho, alpha-schizo
Hypno, chryo-gat flow, guru and ain’t nobody tighter
Sway & tech heard me flow and it’s sealed
Now I got swedish women yelling tech n9ne’s filled

[eminem]
This place is my house, I might as well erase my face wit white-out
Cuz y’all can’t see me like mase’s eyebrows (where you at? )
Climped out of a nice house,
Through the front window and heard this guy shout
Hey that’s my couch, bitch!
Pull a nine out during a rhyme bout
While I’m rippin this shit, put a clip in it spit five rounds
And murder you hoes worse than flippin a convertible
Nose first wit the top off landin upside-down
You’re tied down and duct-taped, fuck rape
I’d rather just hump a slut’s leg wit my nuts shaved
And sway & tech, two disk jokeys
Breakin so many friggin needles I wonder if they inject

[xzibit]
Lo and behold, better than platinum or gold
Yes God bless success, never forsake your soul
Xzibit take control, locked loaded and ready to roll
Play the upper hand, a man that’s never gon’ fold
Cuz your tape sucks, find a new hobby that you can take up
Or listen to my niggas tech & sway so you can wake-up
The x-man, catch me doin drills in the danger room
Big game hunting, from high-noon to the full moon

[pharoahe monch]
Wit synonyms, I get an adrenaline rush
From minimum thrusts, bust multiple assualts in small interims
As horrid as borris kolaf was
When I cut your neck, leave a little piece of flesh
So the head won’t fall off, hauled-off
Sawed-off shotgun blast, he asked
Why did he have to die like cast metal?
O, huh, c now like omar credle
We pone pedal at a high resolution
On the wake-up show wit sway, tech and dj revolution

*dj revolution scratches*

[kool g rap]
I sway the tech wit the tech and sway
Step away, wet and spray, rep the day
Who over debt to pay get swept away
Across the whole board like checker play
When I blaze your whole sect’ arrays
Wake-up show for those slept away
Niggas that the trey, hit the deck and pray
Dj revolution, spinnin like lead from out the heck-ak
Tearin your neck away, flood up the street wit bloody decora’
Until the head of jake investigate

[jayo felony]
What? sway can give it to you, but whatcha gon’ do wit it
Tech can give it to you, but whatcha gon’ do?
Rev can give it to you, but whatcha gon’ do wit it
I can give it to you, wha wha wha what what!

[chino xl]
Yo yo chino makes the world go ’round
Fuckin up entire record companies like harrel did to motown
Vominous talk, poison pen, hominous walk
What flow will I destroy wit this time, the most commonest thought
The drama that’s brought, caught us in a midst of sibling rivalry
For instance, there’s nothing in existence that can survive wit me
Clone me like sheep, I clean house like tony rand-all
Wit style filed for sexual harrassment like tisha camp-bell
You’re wack like will smith, your rhyme style is pansy
I fuckin murder your young style like jonbenet ramsey
Now who the master to beg? your demo gets passed on the reg’
You shouldn’t have been signed if you had a white cast on your leg
I’m wake-up show reppin wit sway & tech
My tec’s like tekken, the industry weapon
I’m chino x, bring krs in

[krs-one]
De de de de de de da di day, krs-one comin wit the tech & sway
Yo, I rock up the littlest set, and on the biggest set
As ill as it gets I still manage to wiggle your neck wit sweat
Never forget, the bigger the budget the bigger the debt
You gotta be willin to rock in the middle of dry and in the middle of wet
But I’m willin to bet, on a sway & a tech
They stay in effect, never been a pain in the neck, they gainin respect
Nevertheless I wreck you, now you know what sway & tech do
I’ll be back but for now just sackle!
Fresh, for ninety-nine you suckas!!!

 

 

 

 

The Kids

[mr. mackey] (eric cartman)
And everyone should get along..
Okay children quiet down, quiet down
Children I’d like to introduce our new substitute teacher for the day
His name is mr. shady
Children quiet down please
Brian don’t throw that (shut up!)
Mr. shady will be your new substitute
While mr. kaniff is out with pneumonia (he’s got aids!)
Good luck mr. shady

[eminem]
Hi there little boys and girls (fuck you!)
Today we’re gonna to learn how to poison squirrels
But first, I’d like you to meet my friend bob (huh? )
Say hi bob! (hi bob) bob’s 30 and still lives with his mom
And he don’t got a job, cause bob sits at home and smokes pot
But his twelve-year old brother looks up to him an awful lot
And bob likes to hang out at the local waffle spot
And wait in the parkin lot for waitresses off the clock
When it’s late and the lot gets dark and fake like he walks his dog
Drag ’em in the woods and go straight to the chopping blocks (ahh!)
And even if they escaped and they got the cops
The ladies would all be so afraid, they would drop the charge
’til one night mrs. stacey went off the job
When she felt someone grab her whole face and said not to talk
But stacey knew it was bob and said knock it off
But bob wouldn’t knock it off cause he’s crazy and off his rocker
Crazier than slim shady is off the vodka
You couldn’t even take him to dre’s to get bob a dr.
He grabbed stace’ by the legs as chopped it off her
And dropped her off in the lake for the cops to find her
But ever since the day stacey went off to wander
They never found her, and bob still hangs at the waffle diner
And that’s the story of bob and his marijuana,
And what it might do to you
So see if the squirrels want any - it’s bad for you

Chorus: mr. mackey (eminem)

See children, drugs are bahhhd (c’mon)
And if you don’t believe me, ask ya dahhhd (ask him man)
And if you don’t believe him, ask ya mom (that’s right)
She’ll tell you how she does ’em all the time (she will)
So kids say no to drugs (that’s right)
So you don’t act like everyone else does (uh-huh)
Then there’s really nothin else to say (sing along)
Drugs are just bad, mmm’kay?

[eminem]
My penis is the size of a peanut, have you seen it?
Fuck no you ain’t seen it, it’s the size of a peanut (huh? )
Speakin of peanuts, you know what else is bad for squirrels?
Ecstasy is the worst drug in the world
If someone ever offers it to you, don’t do it
Kids two hits’ll probably drain all your spinal fluid
And spinal fluid is final, you won’t get it back
So don’t get attached, it’ll attack every bone in your back
Meet zach, twenty-one years old
After hangin out with some friends at a frat party, he gets bold
And decides to try five, when he’s bribed by five guys
And peer pressure will win every time you try to fight it
Suddenly, he starts to convulse and his pulse goes into hyperdrive
And his eyes roll back in his skull {*blblblblblb*}
His back starts tah - look like the mcdonald’s arches
He’s on donald’s carpet, layin horizontal barfin {*bleh*}
And everyone in the apartment starts laughin at him
Hey adam, zach is a jackass, look at him!
Cause they took it too, so they think it’s funny
So they’re laughing at basically nothing except maybe wasting his money
Meanwhile, zach’s in a coma, the action is over
And his back and his shoulders hunched up like he’s practicin yoga
And that’s the story of zach, the ecstasy maniac
So don’t even feed that to squirrels class, cause it’s bad for you

Chorus: mr. mackey (eminem)

See children, drugs are bahhhd (that’s right)
And if you don’t believe me, ask ya dahhhd (that’s right)
And if you don’t believe him, ask ya mom (you can)
She’ll tell you how she does ’em all the time (she will)
So kids say no to drugs (smoke crack)
So you don’t act like everyone else does (that’s right)
And there’s really nothin else to say (but umm)
Drugs are just bad, mmm’kay?

[eminem]
And last but not least, one of the most humungous
Problems among young people today, is fungus
It grows from cow manure, they pick it out, wipe it off,
Bag it up, and you put it right in your mouth and chew it
Yum yum! then you start to see some dumb stuff
And everything slows down when you eat some of ’em..
And sometimes you see things that aren’t there (like what? )
Like fat woman in g-strings with orange hair
(mr. shady what’s a g-string? ) it’s yarn claire
Women stick ’em up their behinds, go out and wear ’em (huh? )
And if you swallow too much of the magic mushrooms
Whoops, did I say magic mushrooms? I meant fungus
Ya tongue gets, all swoll up like a cow’s tongue (how come? )
Cause it comes from a cow’s dung (gross!!)
See drugs are bad, it’s a common fact
But your mom and dad, know that’s all that I’m good at (oh!)
But don’t be me, cause if you grow up and you go and o.d.
They’re gonna come for me and i’ma have to grow a goatee
And get a disguise and hide, cause it’ll be my fault
So don’t do drugs, and do exactly as I don’t,
Cause I’m bad for you

Chorus: mr. mackey (eminem)

See children, drugs are bahhhd (uh-huh)
And if you don’t believe me, ask ya dahhhd (put that down)
And if you don’t believe him, ask ya mom (you can ask)
She’ll tell you how she does ’em all the time (and she will)
So kids say no to drugs (say no)
So you don’t act like everyone else does (like I do)
And there’s really nothin else to say (that’s right)
Drugs are just bad, mmm’kay?

[mr. mackey] (eric cartman)
Come on children, clap along (shut up!)
Sing along children (suck my motherfuckin dick!)
Drugs are just bad, drugs are just bad (south park is gonna sue me!)
So don’t do drugs (suck my motherfuckin penis!)
So there’ll be more for me (hippie! god damnit!)
(mushrooms killed kenny! *fart* ewww, ahhh!)
(so, fucked up, right now..)

 

 

 

 

The Last Hit

Artist: the high & mighty f/ eminem
Intro: scratches by dj mighty mi

Shady! that’s me! -> eminem
High and mighty trilogy -> mr. eon
Back with the flyest material -> erick sermon
Shady... sh... shady! -> eminem
That that... that’s me! -> eminem
High.. high and.. mighty trilogy -> mr. eon
Back with the... -> erick sermon
Funky... beats

[mr. eon]
Packin this third eye, pursue a cyclops
They trade in they high tops for nice sized white rocks
(excuse me) words in my right, that pass my left ear
Your style is ass-out like the bulls are next year (you’re gone)
Fear this veneer, you get stung like virgins
Who that cat splurgin instead of rehearsin?
Tough guys, degentrify your high rise
Lookin more like ronald than them fuckin fry guys
Go on uptown fuckin senoritas
In taco bell screamin, viva gorditas!
Bring all your dogs - I give em rabies
They never had a chance like my two aborted babies (waaah!)
Got pope john paul the 2nd, prayin to satan
Have your vegan girlfriend cookin up bacon
On barbituates with that shit that you hit
Smoke my spliffs withcha, cause spinal bifida

[eminem]
My nine is liftin ya, six feet when I spray rounds
Hit you with 12 shots in mid-air and four more on the way down
As eight strays graze through a kid’s hair on the playground
You lay down on a stretcher (don’t get carried away now!)
No pun intended, just hop out of your whip
And leave it un-attended before I whip out this gun and end it
Unless you want it dented with bullet holes any minute
Cause I can leave your infinite full of those even if someone’s in it
Snatch the airbag, hit the corner and park it
Corner the market, I got her tied up in a chair and gagged
Bitches get smacked and grabbed by the hair and dragged
Like cavewomen, while I’m gravediggin with marilyn man’

Chorus: mr. eon, eminem

If you got a bowl of hash better cash it
You got a satchel, flash it, i’ma take your last hit
And if you spittin wack shit on the microphone
I’ma snatch it outta your hand so fast i’ma detach it
So if you got a bowl of hash, you better cash it
You got a satchel, flash it, i’ma take your last hit
I’m flabbergasted off two tabs of acid
Threw my baby’s mother in the hatchback and latched it

[mr. eon]
Yo yo, eon’s wack now, how you think that?
Couldn’t get on my record if you were shrink rap (can I get a rhyme? )
Desecrate a crate with these rhymes I be totin
Let’s go back online and jerk off on your modem
I got stupid mucus from these loose lips
My loose leaf leave your whole persona weak
To the point that you stand up on your feet, best retreat
Let’s go back in time and steal my whole steez
The quickening, did a bris at the christening
I’m exercisin, doing liftings and twistings
Instinct’s the nicest, I keep tellin you
What the fuck this guy on the corner been sellin you?

[eminem]
(here - buy this) I’m e-mailin you, at the wrong website
And mispellin you, prank you and put the fear of hell in you
Escaped bellevue, stuffed the nurse in a purse
Disperse like I added too many words in a verse
Slim shady, a perverted version of birth
Drivin off, leaving a murdered virgin at church
The first person who searchin the earth for the motherfucker
That pulled the plug when they shoulda alerted the surgeon first
(kill his ass) get thrown curves, and hit with your own words
Leave me alone bitch! I get on my own nerves
And if I don’t got two balls and a middle finger to throw up
I’m takin off both shoes and stickin each middle toe up
(fuck y’all!!!!)

Chorus

[eminem]
Any disease out there I’m willin to catch it...
Slim shady...
All praises to the high & mighty

Outro: scratches by dj mighty mi

Slim shady, naughty rotten rhymer
Mr. eon, illest rhyme dropper
Slim shady, naughty rotten rhymer
Mr. eon, illest rhyme dropper
Slim shady
N....nau..naughty...ro..ro..rotten rhyme....rhyme..rhy..rhymer
Mr. eon
Illest rhyme drop...drop..drop..dro..dro..rhyme dropper

 

 

 

The Real Slim Shady

[eminem]
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..

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
And started whoopin her ass worse than before
They first were divorce, throwin her over furniture (ahh!)
It’s the return of the... ah, wait, no way, you’re 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! (ha-ha!)
Feminist women love eminem {*vocal turntable:
Chigga chigga chigga*} slim shady, I’m sick of him
Look at him, walkin around grabbin his you-know-what
Flippin the you-know-who, yeah, 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 goin on in your parents’ bedrooms
Sometimes, I wanna get on tv and just 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, you might just give it a little kiss
And that’s the message that we deliver to little kids
And expect them not to know what a woman’s clitoris is
Of course they gonna know what intercourse is
By the time they hit fourth grade
They got the discovery channel don’t they?
We ain’t nothing but mammals.. well, some of us cannibals
Who cut other people open like cantaloupes {*slurp*}
But if we can hump dead animals and antelopes
Then there’s no reason that a man and another man can’t elope
{*ewww!*} but if you feel like I feel, I got the antidote
Women wave your pantyhose, sing the chorus and it goes

Chorus: eminem (repeat 2x)

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?

[eminem]
Will smith don’t gotta cuss in his raps to sell his records;
Well I do, so fuck him and fuck 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 you win, wouldn’t it be weird?
Why? so you guys could just lie to get me here?
So you can, sit me here next to britney spears?
Shit, christina aguilera better switch me chairs
So I can sit next to carson daly and fred durst
And hear ’em argue over who she gave head to first
You little bitch, put me on blast on mtv
Yeah, he’s cute, but I think he’s married to kim, hee-hee!
I should download her audio on mp3
And show the whole world how you gave eminem vd {*ahhh!*}
I’m sick of you little girl and boy groups, all you do is annoy me
So I have been sent here to destroy you {*bzzzt*}
And there’s a million of us just like me
Who cuss like me; who just don’t give a fuck like me
Who dress like me; walk, talk and act like me
And just might be the next best thing but not quite me!

Chorus

[eminem]
I’m like a head trip to listen to, cause I’m only givin 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 y’all and I don’t gotta be false or sugarcoated at all
I just get on the mic and spit it
And whether you like to admit it {*err*} I just shit it
Better than ninety percent of you rappers out can
Then you wonder how can kids eat up these albums like valiums
It’s funny; cause at the rate I’m goin when I’m thirty
I’ll be the only person in the nursin home flirting
Pinchin nurses asses when I’m jackin off with jergens
And I’m jerkin 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, spittin on your onion rings
{*hach*} or in the parkin lot, circling
Screaming I don’t give a fuck!
With his windows down and his system up
So, will the real shady please stand up?
And put one of those fingers on each hand up?
And be proud to be outta your mind and outta control
And one more time, loud as you can, how does it go?

Chorus 2x

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

 

 

 

 

 

The Way I Am

[eminem]
Whatever..
Dre, just let it run
Aiyyo turn the beat up a little bit
Aiyyo.. this song is for anyone.. fuck it
Just shut up and listen, aiyyo..

I sit back with this pack of zig zags and this bag
Of this weed it gives me the shit needed to be
The most meanest mc on this -- on this earth
And since birth I’ve been cursed with this curse to just curse
And just blurt this berserk and bizarre shit that works
And it sells and it helps in itself to relieve
All this tension dispensin these sentences
Gettin this stress that’s been eatin me recently off of this chest
And I rest again peacefully (peacefully)..
But at least have the decency in you
To leave me alone, when you freaks see me out
In the streets when I’m eatin or feedin my daughter
To not come and speak to me (speak to me)..
I don’t know you and no,
I don’t owe you a mo-therfuck-in thing
I’m not mr. n’sync, I’m not what your friends think
I’m not mr. friendly, I can be a prick
If you tempt me my tank is on empty (is on empty)..
No patience is in me and if you offend me
I’m liftin you 10 feet (liftin you 10 feet).. in the air
I don’t care who is there and who saw me destroy you
Go call you a lawyer, file you a lawsuit
I’ll smile in the courtroom and buy you a wardrobe
I’m tired of all you (of all you)..
I don’t mean to be mean but that’s all I can be is just me

Chorus: eminem

And I am, whatever you say I am
If I wasn’t, then why would I say I am?
In the paper, the news everyday I am
Radio won’t even play my jam
Cause I am, whatever you say I am
If I wasn’t, then why would I say I am?
In the paper, the news everyday I am
I don’t know it’s just the way I am

[eminem]
Sometimes I just feel like my father, I hate to be bothered
With all of this nonsense it’s constant
And, oh, it’s his lyrical content -
- the song ’guilty conscience’ has gotten such rotten responses
And all of this controversy circles me
And it seems like the media immediately
Points a finger at me (finger at me)..
So I point one back at ’em, but not the index or pinkie
Or the ring or the thumb, it’s the one you put up
When you don’t give a fuck, when you won’t just put up
With the bullshit they pull, cause they full of shit too
When a dude’s gettin bullied and shoots up his school
And they blame it on marilyn (on marilyn).. and the heroin
Where were the parents at? and look where it’s at
Middle america, now it’s a tragedy
Now it’s so sad to see, an upper class ci-ty
Havin this happenin (this happenin)..
Then attack eminem cause I rap this way (rap this way)..
But I’m glad cause they feed me the fuel that I need for the fire
To burn and it’s burnin and I have returned

Chorus

[eminem]
I’m so sick and tired of bein admired
That I wish that I would just die or get fired
And dropped from my label and stop with the fables
I’m not gonna be able to top on my name is..
And pigeon-holed into some pop-py sensation
To cop me rotation at rock’n’roll stations
And I just do not got the patience (got the patience)..
To deal with these cocky caucasians who think
I’m some wigger who just tries to be black cause I talk
With an accent, and grab on my balls, so they always keep askin
The same fuckin questions (fuckin questions)..
What school did I go to, what hood I grew up in
The why, the who what when, the where, and the how
’til I’m grabbin my hair and I’m tearin it out
Cause they drivin me crazy (drivin me crazy).. I can’t take it
I’m racin, I’m pacin, I stand and I sit
And I’m thankful for ev-ery fan that I get
But I can’t take a shit, in the bathroom
Without someone standin by it
No I won’t sign your autograph
You can call me an asshole I’m glad

Chorus (except change first word cause to and)

 

 

 

 

Tonight

Women singing:
Tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight

Verse 1:
I’m getting mad love, I’m snuggling hugs
Druggling thugs, smuggling drugs, juggling jobs, guzzling jugs
So here’s a toast to federal checks
Hetero sex, unaffordable medical debts, huh
We travel in packs and ravel in facts and gravel in cracks
To find babbling max, gaffling tracks
I grapple an axe for them baffling acts
The mysterious stab in the backs who dabble in wax
Still in my yard when I sculpted the culprit
The tall shit that will end up with his skull split
Then I buried the hatchet, I carried on my back
Butterfingers is here and it’s necessary to scratch it
Baby all I wanna do is swallow one and two
Smoke a little bit and follow one of you
Back home when the party ends
So tonight I’m dropping naughty hints
To the finest women in the audience

Chorus:
Women singing:
Tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight (blends in with lyrics)

Eminem: cause we came here to do this tonight
We don’t wanna fight, we don’t want no one feeling uptight
Cause we came here to do this tonight
Till the morning light hope that everyone’s feeling alright
Cause we came here to do this tonight
We don’t wanna fight, we don’t want no one feeling uptight
Cause we came here to do this tonight
Till the morning light hope that everyone’s feeling alright

Verse 2:
Ayo, biters are like tarantulas, vandealous
Living as scandalous as a television evangelist
But I can handle this, I’m the rhyme biter crime fighter
Caped crusader, taking care of undeserving lime lighters
I think a living never meant for me
Experimentally I found a way to spread interamentally
When I stumbled upon this resolution
By using a special fusion of chemical solution for this resolution
You couldn’t see me with binoculars
I armed like an octopus
Step on stage and you get socked and pushed
Talking that junk like you went black, guarded your back
Come battle me and you get smacked as hard as you act
When I rap I represent it and will never referee in it
Every minute so when I win it you never resent it
I’m forever demented, come up with funk, I’ll never be scented
You got the point when I cleverly said it

Chorus:
Women singing:
Tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight (blends in with lyrics)

Eminem: cause we came here to do this tonight
We don’t wanna fight, we don’t want no one feeling uptight
Cause we came here to do this tonight
Till the morning light hope that everyone’s feeling alright
Cause we came here to do this tonight
We don’t wanna fight, we don’t want no one feeling uptight
Cause we came here to do this tonight
Till the morning light hope that everyone’s feeling alright

Verse 3:
Eminem is heading skyward
For those who thought that I would make you bored and treat you like a piece
Of plywood
I’ve got miracle lyrical capability all in me
With the agility to escape a killer bee colony
So get your cameras and capture how miraculous
I rap for all you draculas and showed you all how whack you was
I meant it as a dis, cause you don’t posses the pizzazz as this
I’m hazardous enough already as it is
Without you adding fuel to the fire
I’m cruel to the liar
Who fails to recognize my reign of hell, rule to the sire
Clinical studies show that I’m cynical
There’s no one who’s identical to my fresh and authentic flow
I’m sure the party people can agree
That I’m enchanting, with the romantic
Freaking the vocals so frantically
So throw your hands up in the atmosphere
And let them know the only party that was phat was here, just be like

Chorus:
Women singing:
Tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight (blends in with lyrics)

Eminem: cause we came here to do this tonight
We don’t wanna fight, we don’t want no one feeling uptight
Cause we came here to do this tonight
Till the morning light hope that everyone’s feeling alright
Cause we came here to do this tonight
We don’t wanna fight, we don’t want no one feeling uptight
Cause we came here to do this tonight
Till the morning light hope that everyone’s feeling alright

 

 

 

 

Under The Influence

[eminem]
Translation
So you can suck my dick if you don’t like, my shit
Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck, my dick - ha ha!
Two pills I pop, ’til my pupils swell up like two pennies
I’m clint eastwood in his mid-twenties
A young ass man with a trash can strapped to the back of his ass
So the rats can’t chew through his last pants
I’m like a mummy at night, fightin with bright lightning
Frightened with five little white vicadin pills bitin him
I’m like a fuckin wasp in the hospital lost
Stingin the fuck outta everything I come across in the halls
I light a candle and place it up on the mantle
Grab a knife at the blade and stab you with the fuckin handle
So when you find yourself wrapped up in the blinds, hurtin
[swifty] bitch it’s too late
[eminem] cause once you’re hung from the drapes, it’s curtains

[swifty]
I’m an instigator, .380 slug penetrator
Degradin, creatin murders to kill haters
Accused for every crime known through the equator
They knew I did it (uh-huh) for havin blood on my ’gators
My weed’ll hit yo’ chest like a double barrel gauge an’
I’m a black grenade that’ll blow up in yo’ face {*blam*}
With a fifth in me, when I guzzle remi I do shit on purpose
You never hear me say, forgive me
I’m snatchin every penny - it gotta be that way nigga, face it
That weed I sold to you, brigade laced it
You hidin, I make the president get a facelift
Niggaz just afraid, handin me they bracelets
Chillin in the lab wasted
I’m the type that’ll drink kahlua and gin - throw up on the mic
Your life is ruined, you get socked right on site
And even at the million man march, we gon’ fight

Chorus: eminem

So you can suck my dick if you don’t like, my shit
Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck, my dick
Cause I don’t give a fuck if you don’t like, my shit
Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck, my dick

[bizarre]
I’m a compulsive liar, settin my preacher on fire
Slashin your tires, flyin down fenkel and meyers
Plates expired, soon as I’m hired, I’m fired
Jackin my dick off in a bed of barbed wire
(hey, is bizarre performing? ) bitch didn’t you read the flyer?
Special invited guest will be, richard pryor
(aren’t you a male dancer? ) nah bitch, I’m retired
Fuckin your bitch in the ass with a tire iron
I’m ripped, I’m on an acid trip
My dj’s in a coma for lettin the record skip.. {*needle pops*}
Lettin the record skip.. {*needle pops*}
Lettin the record skip.. {*needle pops*} (damn!)
{*dj reverses the record and scratches it back on beat*}
I’m fuckin anything when I’m snortin
It’s gonna cost 300 dollars to get my pit bull an abortion
{*dog whines*} some bitch asked for my autograph
I called her a whore, spit beer in her face and laughed
I drop bombs like I was in vietnam
All bitches is hoes, even my stinkin ass mom

[proof]
Aiyyo flashback, two feets, two deep up in that ass crack
Weed laced with somethin {*gun cocks*} nigga pass that
In amsterdam we only hang out with hash rats
At a ’stop the violence’ rally, I blast gats
Be your mom on publishin, get your ascap-ped
The kuniva, divide up your cash stack
Run your motherfuckin pockets, asap
I don’t need a platinum chain, bitch I snatch shaq’s
Born loser, half theif and half black
Bring your boys and your guns and get laughed at
Bitch smacker, rich rappers get they jag jacked
And found chopped up in a trash bag

[kuniva]
We stranglin rappers until the point they can’t yell
Cause they crew is full of fags and sweeter than bake sales
Reckless, come from behind and snatch your necklace
Gruesome, and causin more violence than nine hoodlums
I grapple your adam’s apple until it crackle
Run right past you, turn around, grab you and stab you
Get executed, cuz I’m a luni
I got a yukmouth and it’s polluted
I cock it back then shoot it
I love snatchin up players thugs and young ballers
Shoot up the household, even the young toddlers
Brigade barricade to bring the noise
While the bullets break your bones up like christmas toys
If I go solo, I’m doin a song with bolo
A big chinese nigga, screamin kuniva yo yo..
I leave ya face leakin, run up in church
And smack the preacher while he’s preachin
Take a swing at the deacon

[kon artis]
I used to tell cats I sold weed and weight
I was straight ’til I got caught sellin em shake
I’m ignorant, with the intent to snatch your rent
I got kicked out of summer camp for havin sex in my tent
With the superintendent’s daughter, my brain’s out of order
I’ve been a kon artis since I was swimmin in water
In cahoots with this nigga named carlisle von
Who got fired from ups for tryin to send you a bomb
(special delivery!) I signed to a local label for fun
Say I got cancer, get dropped, take the advancement and run
Driveby you in the rain while you carry your son
Call your house and hang up on you for not givin me none
Born straight up out a pussy but a son of a gun
Got a reputation for havin niggaz runnin they funds
Used to be the type of nigga that was foldin some one’s
’til I met your fat mama, now I’m rollin in dough

Chorus

[eminem]
Haha.. suck my motherfuckin dick
D-12.. dirty motherfuckin dozen
Nasty like a stank slut bitch with thirty fuckin husbands
Bizarre kid
Swifty mcveigh
The kon artis
The kuniva
Dirty harry
Haha, and slim shady..

 

 

 

 

 

Venger’s a Big Fat Bitch

 

(dr dre)
Tell yo ’bout venger
Straight out of michigan
Slim shady

(eminem)
Venger is a big fat bitch
He’s the biggest bitch I know
And he stinks like shit
Remember back then,
The days when he was skinny?

(dr dre)
Yo.

(eminem)
Now he’s fat
And he still thinks he’s pretty.
He’s such a slag
People who smoke grass
Are saying shit.
Goddamn, that’s a big fat ass
Fuck that slut
He’s a big fat trick
And I still won’t suck
His ten foot dick
Slim shady
I’m a crazy thing
Down with dr dre
With a darkhaven swing

(dr dre)
Yo

(eminem)
I don’t know much
But I know this shit
Venger is a big fat bitch

(chorus)
Venger is a big fat bitch
Venger is a big fat bitch
Venger is a big fat bitch
He’s a red eyed, stink ass, horn headed bitch

(dr dre)
Uh huh
Dr dre
Check it
My homie shadow demon
Lives up the block
He’s got a big fat master
Who sucks my cock
Non stop, he’s a sight to see
A real evil bitch
Who does right by me
He might be the best slut
In the mountains
Ten times a week
But shit,
Who’s countin’?
I’m astounded ’bout the things he does
He used to suck in each,
Fuck in each town there ever was
He ain’t a slut
He’s a super groupie
And I’d pass that bitch
Around like a doobie
I don’t know much
But I know this
Venger’s a big fat bitch

(chorus)

(dr dre)
Oh shit
Tell ’em, em

(eminem)
I’m slim shady
That name’s really cool
I might be a fuck
But I ain’t no fool

(dr dre)
Uh uh

(eminem)
I just moved from darkhaven to boulder
’cause venger’s trippin’ on kelek’s own shoulder
He’s just colder ’cause I’m like that
Little freak ass pain
But you know that

(dr dre)
Yo

(eminem)
I’ve been followin’ tracks
Like a puppy
Old horn head
Doesn’t take shit from yuppies
Word up
I am slim shady
To a mother fucking t is the place to be

(dr dre)
Yo

(eminem)
I don’t know much
But I know this
Venger is a big fat bitch

(chorus)

(dr dre)
Well
The dude’s right
Dr dre
Eminem
Best bitch around
Fuck venger
This goes out to all the fat bitches in the realm
Yo,yo
What’s up?
Gotta drink some duff

 

 

 

 

Wake up Show Freestyle

[eminem]
Yo, speed racer, 97’ burgundy blazer
Wanted for burglary, had to ditch the mercury tracer
I’m on some low ish,
I’m fed up wit the being broke ish
I’m not to joke wit
Bitch, I don’t sell crack, I smoke it
My brains dusted; I’m disgusted at all my habits
Too many asprin tablets and empty medicine cabinets
Loosing battles to wack rappers ’cause I’m always too blunted
Walkin’ up in the cypher smokin’, talkin’ like, who want it?
Thug and crook; every drug in the book I’ve done it
My 9’s at your frame,is that your chain? run it
Who wants to die of an overdose of excessive flavor?
Aggressive nature got me stickin’ you for your progressive pager
Spectacular, battle rap manufacturer
Stole your mom’s acura, wrecked it, then sold it back to her
( right right right ! ! ! ) (( ding ! ! ! ))
The doctors you’ll need after our battle are known as psychiatrics
I’ll tell the nurses to hold a bed for you,
And i’ma make sure you come back for it
So barricade your infants, put up some extra fences
A woman beater, wanted for repeated sex offenses ( ooh )
..take em’ on long vacation trips
Kidnappin’ em’ and trappin’ em’ in abusive relationships
Mess up your face and lips
Slit your stomach and watch your gut split
Gut you wit that razor that I use to shave my nuts wit ((laughter))
Mama don’t you cry, your son’s too far gone
I’m so high, I don’t even know what label I’m on
I’m messed up, feelin’ like an over worked plumber
I’m sick of the crap, what’s dr. kevorkian’s phone number? ( ha.. hot )

 

 

 

 

Wanksta

 

By 50 cent

[spoken]

It’s 50 a.k.a farrari
F 50
Break it down
I got alot of loving to do for a dime
And I ain’t got time to waste
Lets make it

[chorus]
You said you a gansta
But you neva pop nuthin
You said you a wanksta
And you need to stop frontin

[verse 1]
You ain’ta friend of mine, (huh)
You ain’t a kin of mine, (nah)
What makes you think ima run up on you wit the nine
We do this all the time
Right now we on the grind
So hurry up and cop and we go selling nicks and dimes
Shorty she so fine
I gotta make her mine
A ass like that gotta be one of a kind
I crush em’ every time
Push em’ with every nine
I’m fuckin wit they mind
I make em’ press rewind
They know they can’t shine if I’m around the rhyme
Land on paroza’s 94 cause I commit the crime
I send you my line, I did it 3 to 9
The d’s ran up in my crib
You know who droppin dimes

[chorus 2x]
You said you a gangsta
But you neva pop nothin
You said you a wanksta
And you need to stop frontin
You go to to the dealership
But you neva cop nothin
You been hustling a long time and you ain’t got nothin

[verse 2]
Damn homie, in highschool you was the man homie
What the fuck happened to you
I got the sickest vandada when it come to the cheddar
And if you play with my paper, you gonna meet my berreta
Now shorty think ima sweat her, sippin on a merada
I’m livin once then deta, I know I could do beta
She look good but I know she after my cheddar
She tryna get in my pockets
Homie and I ain’t gonna lett her
Be easy,stop the bullshiting
You get your whole crew wet
We in the club doin the same ol’ two step
Gorilla unit cause they say we bugged out
Cause we don’t go nowhere without toast we thugged out

[chorus 2x]

[verse 3]
Me I’m no mobster
Me I’m no ganster
Me I’m no hitman,me I’m just me,me
Me I’m no actor
But it’s me you see on your t.v
Cause I hustle baby
This spanish shit is so easy
I’m getting what you get for a brick to talk greasy
By any means, partner, I got to eat on these streets
If you play me close, for sure I’m gonna pop me heat
Niggas sayin they going murph 50 how
We ridin roung with guns the size of little bow wow
What you know about a.k and a.r’s 15
Equipped, with night vision, shell catchers and dem things, huh

[chorus 2x]

 

 

 

Wanna Be Me

 

By nas

Uh, ohhhhh, baby, baby (uh ha ha ha ha)

Keep it thug and keep your heat
Na na na na

Verse 1
Now slowly, thinkin of all the things that appose me,
I think of kings who died and rappers out to de-throne me, (uh)
Before they crowned there head is cut off,
Bodies is layin dead in the street it’s so fuckin pitiful,
First they love me, could be the bitch that even live with you,
Mad at your riches now she switch turn miserable, (uh)
Cause she want to dress like bonnie, robbie and christal do,
But christal single, bonnie’s broke and a nigga’s too,
I can do bad by myself, went from rags to wealth,
From jagz to bently’s to plenty ass bitchs,
Cant keep their hands to there self nomore,
I’m like hue hefner, you lessar, you just...

Chorus

Wanna be me, you cant, you faggot, you bitch,
You social coward, you clown, you just wanna be down,
So you wanna be me, you bitch, you phony, you clone me,
You wanna be me son, I’m the one and only, but you,
Wanna be me, you suckers, you weak, you flunky’s,
You fake, you could’nt come close on my worst day,
But you wanna be me, I’ll burn you and learn you a lesson,
Consernin is my profession, turnin ya my direction,
You cant be me

Verse 2

No even in your wildest fantasy,
Its childish, shit I haft ta resort to violance,
Pay me ahalf a million, I’ll consult your album,
And show you how to stay off my dick,
Thats the thing I hate the most, cant even call you a man,
When you gotta call out my name to get ya some fans,
No tallent, you need direction, your a pussy with a yeast infection,
You unlucky, I’m your fuckin c section,
Plus I’m the last real nigga alive,
Toast glass l with-o the label, get high,
Rely, how many classics I gave you,
Perhaps if you think back, you’ll relize that I made you...

Chorus

Verse 3
I’m tryin to walk a straight line,
While they tryin to take mine,
I’m pass 8 miles of every state line,
Eating alegators and humming bird hearts,
At the player ball preani suit, shupers watch (? ? ),
As real million-airs shittas take place (? ? ),
Evil is hitlers hate race, people this is god’s son,
And I’ve come from the garden of pure peace,
To represent the streets, you will see,
That my plan is not to destroy a man,
But to bring more to mankind and teach,
Every mc reach for your pens and papers,
Lesson 1 be creative, what you made of junior,
Cause soon you’ll be a grown man with the mic in ya hand,
And understand to battle nas is not in ya plan,
I’m the last real nigga alive, understand that,
And you my offspring, a boss-sting(? ? ),
A bullet proof, posche things, hard for you to understand that,
Nas the king, where my cribs (? ? ), where my benz at,
Play me a gangsta’s theme, while you entertain me,
If I ain’t cryin, laughin to the lines, throw your ass in,
What the fuck were you nigga’s thinkin,
Guns would clutch if I get an anklin
That you commin for the kingpin,
But I laugh at you cowards, ha, ha, ha,
Take me out, try, try, try....

Chorus

 

 

 

Wasting My Time

By bookmat

I don’t think you understand
That what you’re doing is not so cool
You think it’s funny to mess with my mind
Don’t you

You know I like you so you just tease me
You give me just enough to hang on enough
When you’re just wasting my time
You’re simply wasting my time
So quit wasting my time

Do you hear me when I say
So let me ask you something
Do you think I’m pretty or don’t you
Do you wanna get with me or not and nowwww

Or are you just wasting my time
You’re simply wasting my time
So quit wasting my time
And what would you’ve got to say
Well things have got to change
Say this just isn’t right
I don’t wanna have to fight
And I think I’d better go
Cause this ain’t working out any more
And I’m sorry, sorry, sorry

Understand
That what you did
Was just not so cool
Baby, you’re just not that cool

 

 

 

 

 

Watch Dees

Artist: dj spinna f/ eminem, thirstin howl iii

Verse one (thirstin howl):
I hit harder
Than forman
Landing both both gloves to a low blow
With no cup
Leave you speech-less like when arrested development broke up
Carry a crow bar for egos that won’t budge
Crack skulls
Through helmets
With the penetration of a screw nailed in
Return like I was sending self addressed postage
Throw bricks the size of the stonehenge
Before battles, we pour blood
And toast, death to wicked infants
Found on the sorceress’ doorsteps
Slaughter lamb
And boar’s head
Every mc’s cause of boredness
And mind bondage
Bronchitis, lung failure
Language unfam-i-liar
Art through a flooded air brush
? ? ? leave craft
Sentences joined with words holding hands
It’s a tight squeeze
From where your head will be landing
In exact time flight leaves







Verse two (eminem):
Who’s arm is this?
I must have cut it off at the pharmacist
And refused to resume my severed prescription of ? ? ?
I’m the old man who lives upstairs and starves his pets
And never leaves his house ’cause he thinks his car’s possessed
I hate my life
That’s why I degrade my wife
Grabbed a paper plate to make a sandwich
And just ate the knife
My mother’s screaming ’please heal him, take him straight to christ’
Meet you on the street and slap you just to break the ice
Made a bomb threat with a fake device
Strip you naked twice, pistol whip you and force you to take advice
And if you catch me bobbin’ my head to some bullshit spittin’
I was probably just tryin to shake the lice
Bugs fallin’ out of my head
I’m wishin’ I was dead
While I’m crawlin out of my bed
Found it red
And my rash is returning
I feel the sensation of burning
Occurring, usually during pain for release in my urine
Screamin’ at my shadow ’please quit followin’ me’
These pills keep screamin’ ’please quit swollin’ me’
The devil keeps screamin’ ’please get down on one knee’
Took the drugs before the cops ever found them on me

 

 

 

 

We Shine

Artist: da ruckus f/ eminemreal *echoes*

Chorus: samples 4x
Bust it rugged, shine like a gold nugget (what they know about this? )
When I bust on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme ---> keith murray
Every time I pick up the microphone I drug it (what they know about
This? )
When I bust on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme ---> keith murray

[verse one]
I’m rockin shit, packin shit, while stackin shit
If anyone steps up askin shit, I’m blastin shit
You gone phase me, but swingin like peter parker
Motherfuck the shop, I’ll wreck the goddamn barber
Forget your dreams about being with fans hugged up
You couldn’t be a dope mc if you said his rhymes drugged up
I told you once, but you forget so here’s a flashback
You couldn’t be shit, if you came out my asscrack
Stop frontin kid, you know you ain’t paid
And the only mic/mike you wrecked was that kid you fought in first grade
Ain’t nothin lyrical about you but your lies
So cut the shit, cause it’s startin to draw flies
You’re played like my five-year old’s newborn toys
Don’t know shit about chicago, but I could still make illa noyz
Like robin leech I display stylish ways
Thats rough like my face when I haven’t shaved in days
Listen up, all these words take heed
When I cock and squeeze, no more mc’s breathe (none)
I’m sick of this, here’s my final dis
Fuck you dumb niggaz you ain’t shit like this

Chorus: 2x

[eminem]
My smith and wessy got you layin in some alley messy
Got your family lookin for your ass on sally jesse
We squash beef in the mo’, when you ain’t breathin no more
Leavin your skull split like steven seagal
Let the cat out, flat out, detroit’s a mad house
So I don’t get offended when I hear my city badmouthed
We quick to pull the gat out and set it
And leave you with more shit missin than a lil’ kim radio edit
Stick up kids be tryin to live paid
You get your grill sprayed with twenty-seven bullets in your ribcage
Get the guage, cock it back, empty your pockets, jack
Or i’ma send you flyin like a rocketpack
Murder you for a bag of chips and a chocolate snack
Break into your crib still your shit and lock it back
Ten-year old kids be standin on the block with gats
Just for livin nowadays’ll get you flocked with bats
Where I’m from...yaknow what’m sayin? , that’s some old detroit shit
Y’all wouldn’t know about that shit, though. less you come
To my city, ya know what’m sayin? see where we live,
Cause we shine

Chorus: 2x

[hush]
Mc’s put detroit up in they rap songs
Cause without us there careers wouldn’t last long
So like a generation we’ve been passed on
Now it’s our time to shine, put your glasses on
Got these a & r’s and labels with binoculars
Lookin in, jockin us and not jockin yours
Too many groups follow trends, unoriginal
Usin loops that transcend every bitch in you
Don’t ever try to say this is a ghost town
One million rappers in this bitch, they need to slow down
Evualute the situation, all the rest are killers
Fly hoes out on jefferson with the drug dealers
Two years in the joint, nobody’s touchin hush
Try to say you’ll put us down, but your under us
Now who the fuck are you? it’s just coincidental
When your rhyme your even worse than the instrumental
Your just a phone-tapper with no backbone
Talkin shit, I got a clique that only pack chrome
Have your ass gone, nowhere to run, when we hit
Next time you’ll think twice of who you fuckin wit

Chorus: 3 and 1/4

 

 

 

 

What’s The Difference

Artist: dr. dre f/ eminem, phish, xzibit[phish] what’s the difference between me and you? (repeat 2x)

[dr. dre]
Back when cube - was rollin wit lorenzo in a benzo
I was bangin wit a gang of instrumentals
Got the pens and pencils, got down to business; but sometimes
The business end of this shit can turn your friends against you
But you was a real nigga, I could sense it in you
I still remember the window of the car that you went through
That’s fucked up, but I’ll never forget the shit we been through
And i’ma do whatever it takes to convince you
Cuz you my nigga doc, and eazy I’m still wit you
Fuck the beef, nigga I miss you, and that’s just bein real wit you
You see the truth is
Everybody wanna know how close me and snoop is
And who I’m still cool wit
Then I got these fake-ass niggaz I first drew with
Claimin that they non-violent, talkin like they *voice sample*
Spit venom in interviews, speakin on reunions
Move units, then talk shit and we can do this
Until then - I ain’t even speakin your name
Just keep my name outta yo’ mouth and we can keep it the same
Nigga, it ain’t that I’m too big to listen to the rumors
It’s just that I’m too damn big to pay attention to ’em
That’s the difference

Chorus: phish (repeat 2x)

What’s the difference between me and you?
You talk a good one - but you don’t do what you supposed to do
I act on what I feel and never deal wit emotions
I’m used to livin big dog style and straight coastin

[xzibit]
Yo I stay wit it
While you try to perpetrate, play wit it
Never knew about the next level until dre did it (yeah)
I stay committed while you motherfuckers baby-sitted
I smash you critics like a overhand right from riddick
(yeah!) come and get it, shitted on villians by the millions
I be catchin bitches while bitches be catchin feelings
So what the fuck am I supposed to do?
I pop bottles and hot hollow-points at each and all of you (come on!)
A heartless bastard, high and plastered
My style is like the reaction from too much acid - never come down
Pass it around if you can’t handle it
Hang hollywood niggaz by they soul train laminates
What’s the difference between me and you? (what? )
About five back accounts, three ounces and two vehicles
Until my death, I’m bangladesh
I suggest you hold yo’ breath til ain’t none left
Yo that’s the difference

Chorus

[eminem]
Aight, hold up hold up!
Stop the beat a minute!! i got somethin to say
Dre; I wanna tell you this shit right now while this fuckin weed is in me
(the fuck? !) I don’t know if I ever told you this, but I love you dawg
I got your motherfuckin back, just know this shit

[dre] riiight? .. slim, I don’t know if you noticed it
But I’ve had your back from day one, nigga let’s blow this bitch
[em] I mean it dawg, you ever need somebody offed - who’s throat is it?
[dre] well if you ever kill that kim bitch, I’ll show you where the ocean is

[eminem]
Well that’s cool, and I appreciate the offer
But if I do decide to really murder my daughter’s momma
I’ma sit her up in the front seat and put sunglasses on her
And cruise around wit her for seven hours through california
And have her wavin at people (hi!) then drop her off on the corner
At the police station and drive off honkin the horn for her
Raw dawg, get your arm gnawed off
Drop the sawed off and beat you wit the piece it was sawed off of
Fuck blood, I wanna see some lungs coughed up
Get shot up in the hot tub til the bubbles pop up
And they nose and cough snot up, mucus in hot water
That’s for tryin to talk like the chronic was lost product
That’s for even thinkin of havin them thoughts thought up!
You better show some respect whenever the doc’s brought up!!
So what’s the difference between us? we can start at the penis
Or we can scream, I just don’t give a fuck, and see who means it!

Chorus 1.25x

 

 

 

 

When to Stand Up

 

Artist: dj jazzy jeff f/ eminem and parl yams
(scratched) (3x):
No...you hear me! you go to hell -> mr. garrison

[eminem]
Yo
At birth I was born with the biggest middle finger on earth
The first time I went to stick it up the shit hurt
Moms wouldn’t take it, the bitch still hates me
One day she said, go rake leaves, I said, make me!
I’m proud to announce I was probably the first kid
Who was kicked out of his house for making fart sounds with his mouth
Arguing with me and mom was on-going
She called law enforcement when I broke the law mower
The slut gave me a truck when I turned sixteen
I went to start it and it screamed, please fix me!
Back then, when will smith was still the fresh prince
And him and jeff were still best friends, I guess then
I decided to cut class to rap full time
And get the fuck outta the fake school and rhyme
Anybody who thinks this fuckin attitude is a gimmick
Come and see me, see if I don’t live up to this image
Break shit!

(scratched) (4x):
No...you hear me! you go to hell!

[parl yams]
Yo, y’all rappers have never learned
That’s why I’m fuckin wit y’all
Run around telling niggas they can fuck wit parl
I bring it to your high school, smoke the prom
Put your brother in an air lock, choke your mom
Cause any horror like a play off loss in game seven
Walk around ripping on niggas madder than james evans
My left hand’s sharp it moves freestyle ultra
Slap my dick like kool keith
Fuck like you stole from me, and rules the streets
I don’t wanna have to fuck you up, so cool cease
Parl yams be the chosen thug
What I spit be cold juice like a fruitful hug
Run the streets while you’re stuck at home
My temper life bushwick bill fucker leave me the fuck alone
I’ve been jealous since niggas was windmillin’
These cats just started to rhyme, my pen’s spillin’
And moms just told me to act, I’ve been wheelin’
So boy just slow your deck, I’ve been stealin’
I wet rappers cause it’s me and em
I guess I just ain’t give a fuck like eminem
Burglarize take busts with the slugs
Come in your window like (? ? ? ) and bustin’ your club
Put the heat up I teach them niggaz what to suck
And my young lords, when to stand up and light the dutch

(scratched) (4x):
No...you hear me! you go to hell!

[eminem]
I ended my last show with a horse swingin’ a lasso
Drunk with the asshole ripped out of an old bathrobe
Cause I don’t give a fuck, you better understand that
Two zantacs I give a fuck if I sound whack
Billboard, drugs is what I kill for
I’m happy gilmore, you slip me anything in pill form
I’m in to mingle but I plan to stay single
Play bingo and drink, get old and watch my face wrinkle
Sike, I’m 24 thursday; six more birthdays
And I’m blowin my brains out when I’m thirty
As long as my heart beats i’ma keep tryin to see
How much speed I can eat before I fall the fuck asleep
So I’m the rapper, he’s the dj
I’m the one thats got the six year old nephew screamin f/u/c/k
So jeff, give me a scratch (scratched: no!)
Y’all can kiss my ass until your lips stick to my pants

(scratched) (5x):
No...you hear me! you go to hell!

 

 

Who Knew

I never knew i..
I never knew i..
Mic check one-two
I never knew i..
Who woulda knew?
I never knew i..
Who’da known?
I never knew i..
Fuck what a story
I never knew i..
Motherfucker comes out
I never knew i..
And sells a couple of million records
I never knew i..
And these motherfuckers hit the ceiling
I never knew i..

[eminem]
I don’t do black music, I don’t do white music
I make fight music, for high school kids
I put lives at risk when I drive like this {*tires screech*}
I put wives at risk with a knife like this (ahhh!!)
Shit, you probably think I’m in your tape deck now
I’m in the back seat of your truck, with duct tape stretched out
Ducked the fuck way down, waitin to straight jump out
Put it over your mouth, and grab you by the face, what now?
Oh - you want me to watch my mouth, how?
Take my fuckin eyeballs out, and turn em around?
Look - I’ll burn your fuckin house down, circle around
And hit the hydrant, so you can’t put your burning furniture out
(oh my god! oh my god!) I’m sorry, there must be a mix-up
You want me to fix up lyrics while the president gets his dick sucked?
{*ewwww*} fuck that, take drugs, rape sluts
Make fun of gay clubs, men who wear make-up
Get aware, wake up, get a sense of humor
Quit tryin to censor music, this is for your kid’s amusement
(the kids!) but don’t blame me when lil’ eric jumps off of the terrace
You shoulda been watchin him - apparently you ain’t parents

Chorus: eminem

Cause I never knew i, knew I would get this big
I never knew i, knew I’d effect this kid
I never knew i’d, get him to slit his wrist
I never knew i’d, get him to hit this bitch
I never knew i, knew I would get this big
I never knew i, knew I’d effect this kid
I never knew i’d, get him to slit his wrist
I never knew i’d, get him to hit this bitch

[eminem]
So who’s bringin the guns in this country? (hmm? )
I couldn’t sneak a plastic pellet gun through customs over in london
And last week, I seen a schwarzaneggar movie
Where he’s shootin all sorts of these motherfuckers with a uzi
I sees three little kids, up in the front row,
Screamin go, with their 17-year-old uncle
I’m like, guidance - ain’t they got the same moms and dads
Who got mad when I asked if they liked violence?
And told me that my tape taught ’em to swear
What about the make-up you allow your 12-year-old daughter to wear?
(hmm? ) so tell me that your son doesn’t know any cuss words
When his bus driver’s screamin at him, fuckin him up worse
(go sit the fuck down, you little fuckin prick!)
And fuck was the first word I ever learned
Up in the third grade, flippin the gym teacher the bird (look!)
So read up, about how I used to get beat up
Peed on, be on free lunch, and change school every 3 months
My life’s like kinda what my wife’s like (what? )
Fucked up after I beat her fuckin ass every night, ike
So how much easier would life be
If 19 million motherfuckers grew to be just like me?

Chorus

[eminem]
I never knew i.. knew i’d..
Have a new house or a new car
A couple years ago I was more poorer than you are
I don’t got that bad of a mouth, do i?
Fuck shit ass bitch cunt, shooby-de-doo-wop (what? )
Skibbedy-be-bop, a-christopher reeves
Sonny bono, skis horses and hittin some trees (hey!)
How many retards’ll listen to me
And run up in the school shootin when they’re pissed at a
Teach-er, her, him, is it you is it them?
Wasn’t me, slim shady said to do it again!
Damn! how much damage can you do with a pen?
Man I’m just as fucked up as you woulda been
If you woulda been, in my shoes, who woulda thought
Slim shady would be somethin that you woulda bought
That woulda made you get a gun and shoot at a cop
I just said it - I ain’t know if you’d do it or not

Chorus

[eminem]
How the fuck was I supposed to know?

 

 

 

’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

 

 

 

 

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