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Lyrics WHITE AMERICA [Back] --------------- (Prelude) America! We love you! How many people are proud to be citizens of this beautiful country of ours? The stripes and the stars for the rights that men have died for to protect / The women and men who have broke their necks for the freedom of speech the United States government has sworn to uphold. (Yo I want everybody to listen to the words of this song) or so we're told... Verse 1 I never would've dreamed in a million years I'd see, so many motherfuckin' people who feel like me/who share the same views and the same exact beliefs, it's like a fuckin' army marchin' in back of me/So many lives I touch, so much anger aimed in no particular direction, just sprays and sprays and straight through your radio waves it plays and plays, till it stays stuck in your head for days and days/who woulda thought, standing in this mirror bleachin' my hair, with some peroxide, reachin for a t-shirt to wear/that I would catapult to the forefront of rap like this? How could I predict my words would have an impact like this/I must've struck a chord, with somebody up in the office, cuz Congress keeps telling me I ain't causin' nuthin' but problems/and now they're sayin' I'm in trouble with the government, I'm lovin' it, I shoveled shit all my life/and now I'm dumping it on... Chorus X2 White America! I could be one of your kids White America! Little Eric looks just like this White America! Erica loves my shit I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get Verse 2 Look at these eyes, baby blue, baby just like yourself, if they were brown Shady lose, Shady sits on the shelf/but Shady's cute, Shady knew Shady's dimples would help, make ladies swoon baby, ooh baby! Look at my sales/Lets do the math, If I was black I would've sold half, I ain't have to graduate from Lincoln High School to know that/but I could rap, so fuck school, I'm too cool to go back, gimme the mic, show me where the fuckin' studio's at/When I was underground, no one gave a fuck I was white, no labels wanted to sign me almost gave up, I was like/Fuck it, until I met Dre, the only one to look past, gave me a chance, and I lit a fire up under his ass/helped him get back to the top, every fan black that I got was probably his in exchange for every white fan that he's got/Like damn, we just swapped. Sittin' back lookin' at shit, wow, I'm like my skin is it starting to work to my benefit now? Chorus X2 Verse 3 See the problem is I speak to suburban kids who otherwise would of never knew these words exist/whose moms probably woulda never gave two squirts of piss, till I created so much motherfuckin' turbulence/straight out the tube, right into your living room I came, and kids flipped when they knew I was produced by Dre/That's all it took, and they were instantly hooked right in, and they connected with me too because I looked like them/that's why they put my lyrics up under this microscope, searchin' with a fine tooth comb, its like this rope/waitin' to choke, tightening around my throat, watching me while I write this, like I don't like this (Nope)/All I hear is: lyrics, lyrics, constant controversy, sponsors working round the clock, to try to stop my concerts early/surely hip hop was never a problem in Harlem only in Boston, after it bothered the fathers of daughters starting to blossom/so now I'm catchin' the flack from these activists when they raggin', actin' like I'm the first rapper to smack a bitch, or say faggot/shit, just look at me like I'm your closest pal, the posterchild, the mother fuckin' spokesman now for... Chorus X2 Verse 4 So to the parents of America / I am the derringer aimed at little Erica, to attack her character / The ringleader of this circus of worthless pawns / Sent to lead the march right up to the steps of Congress / And piss on the lawns of the White House and replace it with a Parental Advisory sticker / To spit liquor in the faces of in this democracy of hypocrisy / Fuck you Ms. Cheney! Fuck you Tipper Gore! Fuck you with the freest of speech this divided states of embarassment will allow me to have, Fuck you! I'm just kiddin' America, you know I love you... [Back to Top] | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Lyrics BUSINESS [Back] --------------- (Intro) Dre: Marshall...sounds like an S.O.S Eminem: Holy wack, unlyrical lyrics Andre, you're fuckin' right Dre: To the rapmobile...Let's go Marshall! Marshall! Eminem: Bitches and gentlemen, It's showtime! Hurry hurry, step right up / Introducing the star of our showhis name is... Marshall! Eminem: You wouldn't want to be anywhere else in the world right now / So without further ado, I bring to you Marshall! Verse 1 You bout to witness hip hop in its most purest, more rawest form, flow almost flawless/most hardest, most honest known artist, chip off the old block, but good old Doc is BACK/Looks like Batman brought his own Robin. Oh god, Sadam's got his own Laden/ wit' his own private plane, his own pilot, set to blow college dorm rooms doors off the hinges/oranges, peach, pears, plums syringes. Vnnnn vnnnn, yeah here I come, I'm inches/ away from you, dear fear none, hip hop is in a state of nine-one-one so... Chorus X2 Lets get down to business. I don't got no time to play around what is this/Must be a circus in town, lets shut the shit down on these clowns. Can I get a witness? HELL YEAH! Verse 2 Quick gotta move fast, gotta perform miracles. Gee willikers, Dre, holy bat syllables/look at all the bullshit that goes on in Gotham when I'm gone. Time to get rid of these rap criminals/So skip to your lou while I do what I do best. You ain't even impressed no more, you're used to it/Flows too wet, nobody close to it, nobody says it, but still everybody knows the shit/ the most hated on out of all those who say they get hated on in eighty songs and exaggerate it all/ So much, they make it all up, there's no such thing, like a female with good looks , who cooks and cleans/it just means so much more to so much more people when you're rappin' and you know what for/the show must go on. So I'd like to welcome y'all to Marshall and Andre's carnival, C'mon! Now... Chorus X2 Verse 3 Its just like old times, the dynamic duo, two old friends, why panic, you already know who's fully capable, the two capped heroes, dial straight down the center eight-zero-zero/you can even call collect, the most feared duet, since me and Elton played career Russian Roulette/and never even see me blink or get to bustin' a sweat, people steppin' over people just to rush to the set/just to get to see an MC who breathes so freely, ease over these beats and be so breezy/Jesus how can shit be so easy, how can one Chandra be so Levy?/ Turn on these beats, MC's don't see me. Believe me BET and MTV are gonna grieve/when we leave, dog, fo' sheezy. Can't leave rap alone, the game needs me/ Till we grow beards, get weird, and disappear into the mountains. Nothin' but clowns down here/but we ain't fuckin around round here, yo Dre. . . What up? Can I get a Hell? Hell Yeah!/ Now... Chorus X2 Refrain X2 Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Marshall! / Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Marshall! Outro So there you have it folks, Marshall has come to save the day/Back with his friend Andre, and to remind you that bullshit does not pay/ Because Marshall! And Andre are here to stay and never go away until our dying day until we're old and grey/ Marshall! So until next time friends, same blonde hair, same rap channel, Good night everyone, Thank you for coming/Your host for the evening. . . Marshall! Oh... [Back to Top] | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Lyrics CLEANING OUT MY CLOSET [Back] --------------- Verse 1 Have you ever been hated or discriminated against? I have, I've been protested and demonstrated against. / Picket signs for my wicked rhymes. Look at the times. Sick is the mind of the motha fuckin' kid that's behind / all this commotion. Emotions run deep as ocean's explodin.' Tempers flaring from parents, just blow 'em off and keep goin.' / Not takin' nothin' from no one, give 'em hell long as I'm breathin.' Keep kickin' ass in the mornin,' an' takin' names in the evening. / Leavem with a taste as sour as vinegar in they mouth. See, they can trigger me but they never figure me out. / Look at me now, I bet ya probably sick of me now. Ain't you mama, I'ma make you look so ridiculous now. Chorus 2X I'm sorry, Mama. I never meant to hurt you. I never meant to make you cry, but tonight I'm cleanin' out my closet. Verse 2 I got some skeletons in my closet and I don't know if no one knows it. So before they thrown me inside my coffin and close it, / I'ma expose it. I'll take you back to 73 before I ever had a multi-platinum sellin' CD. / I was a baby, maybe I was just a couple of months. My faggot father must have had his panties up in a bunch, / cuz he split. I wonder if he even kissed me goodbye. No, I don't on second thought, I just fuckin' wished he would die. / I look at Hailie and I couldn't picture leavin' her side. Even if I hated Kim, I grit my teeth and I'd try / to make it work with her at least for Hailie's sake. I maybe made some mistakes but I'm only human. But I'm man enough to face them today. / What I did was stupid, no doubt it was dumb, but the smartest shit I did was take them bullets out of that gun. / Cuz id'a killed 'em, shit I would have shot Kim an' him both. It's my life, I'd like to welcome y'all to The Eminem Show. Chorus 2X Verse 3 Now I would never dis my own mama just to get recognition. Take a second to listen for you think this record is dissin,' / But put yourself in my position. Just try to envision witnessin' your Mama poppin' prescription pills in the kitchen, / bitchin' that someone's always goin' throuh her purse and shits missin.' Going through public housing systems, victim of Munchausen's syndrome. My whole life I was made to believe I was sick when I wasn't 'til I grew up, now I blew up. It makes you sick to ya stomach, / doesn't it? Wasn't it the reason you made that CD for me, Ma? So you could try to justify the way you treated me, Ma? / But guess what, yer gettin' older now and it's cold when your lonely. An' Nathan's getting' up so quick, he's gonna know that your phoney. / And Hailie's getting' so big now, you should see her, she's beautiful. But you'll never see her, she won't even be at your funeral. / See what hurts me the most is you won't admit you was wrong. Bitch, do ya song. Keep tellin' yourself that you was a mom. / But how dare you try to take what you didn't help me to get. You selfish bitch, I hope you fuckin' burn in hell for this shit. / Remember when Ronnie died and you said you wished it was me? Well, guess what, I am dead. Dead to you as can be. Chorus 4X [Back to Top] | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Lyrics SQUARE DANCE [Back] --------------- (Intro) People!! It feels so good to be back. Ladies and Gentlemen, introducing the new and improved, you know who Verse 1 Never been the type to bend or budge, the wrong button to push, no friend of Bush/I'm the centerpiece, you're a Maltese. I'm a pitbull off his leash, all this peace talk can cease/All these people I had to leave in limbo, I'm back now, I've come to release this info/I'll be brief and let me just keep shit simple, can-a-bitch don't want no beef with Slim? Noooo!/Not even on my radar, so won't you please jump off my dick, lay off and stay off/and follow me as I put these crayons to chaos from sance to sance, aw-a-aw-sh-a-aw Chorus X2 C'mon now, let's all get on down, let's do-si-do now, we gon' have a good ol' time/Don't be scared, cus there ain't nothin' to worry 'bout, let your hair down, and square dance with me! Verse 2 Let your hair down to the track, yeah kick on back. Boo! The boogie monster of rap, yeah the man's back/with a plan to ambush this Bush administration, mush the Senate's face in, push this generation/of kids to stand and fight for the right to say something you might not like, this white hot light/that I'm under, no wonder I look so sunburnt, oh no I won't leave no stone unturned/Oh no I won't leave, won't go nowhere, do-si-do, oh, yo, ho, hello there/oh yeah don't think I won't go there, go to Beirut and do a show there/yah you laugh till your muthafuckin' ass gets drafted, while you're at band camp thinkin' the crap can't happen/till you fuck around, get an anthrax napkin, inside a package wrapped in saran wrap wrapping/open the plastic and then you stand back gasping, fuckin' assassins hijackin' Amtracks crashin'/all this terror America demands action, next thing you know you've got Uncle Sam's ass askin'/to join the army or what you'll do for their Navy. You just a baby, gettin' recruited at eighteen/You're on a plane now, eatin' their food and their baked beans. I'm twenty-eight, they're gonna take you 'fore they take me/Crazy insane or insane crazy? When I say Hussein, you say Shady/My views ain't changed, still inhumane, wait, arraigned two days late, the date's today, hang me! Chorus X2 Verse 3 Nothin' moves me more than a groove that soothes me, nothin' soothes me more than a groove that boosts me/nothin' boosts me more, or suits me beautifully, there's nothin' you can do to me, stab me shoot me/psychotic, hypnotic product I got it the antibiotic, ain't nobody hotter and so on/and yada yada, god I talk a lotta hem de lay la la la, oochie walla um da dah da dah da but you gotta gotta/ keep movin', there's more music to make, keep makin' new shit, produce hits to break/the monotony, what's gotten into me? Drugs, rock, and Hennessey, thug like I'm 'Pac on my enemies/on your knees, got you under siege, somebody you would give a lung to be/hun-ga-ry, like a fuckin' younger me, fuck the fee, I can get you jumped for free/yah buddy, laugh it's funny, I have the money to have you killed by somebody who has nothing/I'm past bluffing, pass the K-Y, let's get ready for some intense, serious ass fucking! Chorus X2 Outro Dr. Dre, wants to square dance with me / Nasty Nas, wants to square dance with me / X to the Z, wants to square dance with me / Busta Rhymes, wants to square dance with me / Cana-bitch, won't square dance with me / Fan-a-bitch, won't square dance with me / Canada-bis, don't want no parts of me / Dirty Dozen, wants to square dance with you / Yee-Haw!!! [Back to Top] | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Lyrics THE KISS [Back] --------------- (Eminem) I'm gonna kill this bitch. I'm gonna kill her. I'm going to fuckin' jail, cus I'm gonna kill this bitch (Gary) Hey man... I don't know (Eminem) What? (Gary) I got a really really bad feelin' about this (Eminem) Man, will you shut the fuck up Gary. You've always got a bad feeling man. That's her car right there. Just park (Gary) I'm parking (Eminem) Fuckin', turn the car off dog (Gary) alright (Eminem) Alright, we wait (Gary) we wait for what? (Eminem) We wait until she comes out. Man, I'm gonna fuckin' kill her (Gary) Man, you ain't gonna kill nobody (Eminem) Shut the fuck up dog (Gary) What the fuck did you bring that for? (Eminem) Just shut up, fuck clip is empty (Gary) Don't point that shit at me? (Eminem) It's not even loaded bitch, look (Gary) Dude! God I fuckin' hate when you do that shit (Eminem) Ha ha, ya but its funny as fuck (Gary) You're gonna fuck around and kill me one of these days... I swear (Eminem) It gets you every time (Eminem) is that her? (Gary) Where? (Eminem) Right there motherfucker (Gary) Ya , Fuck (Eminem) Alright, get up, get up (Gary) Here we go again... (Eminem) Get down! (Gary) what the fuck do you want me to do get under the car (Eminem) Yo, who's she walkin with (Gary) How the fuck am I supposed to know? You told me to duck down (Eminem) It's the fuckin bouncer. Did she just kiss him? (Gary) I don't think so... (Eminem) Dog, she just fuckin kissed him (Gary) No, she didn't (Eminem) She's kissing him dog (Gary) No she's not... Oh shit (Eminem) C'mon, Motherfucker! [Back to Top] | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Lyrics SOLDIER [Back] --------------- I'm a soldier X4 Verse 1 Yo... Never was a thug, just infatuated with guns, Never was a gangsta, till I graduated to one/And got the rep of a villain, for weapon concealin'. Took the image of a thug, kept shit appealin'/willin' to stick out my neck, for respect if it meant life or death, never live to regret what I said/when you're me, people just want to see, if its true, if its you, what you say in your rap's, what you do/ so they feel, as part of your obligation to fulfill, when they see you on the streets, face to face, are you for real/in confrontation ain't no conversation, if you feel you're in violation, any hesitation'll get you killed/if you feel it, kill it, if you conceal it, reveal it. Being reasonable will leave you full of bullets, pull it, squeeze it/ till its empty, tempt me, push me, pussies, I need a good reason to give this trigger a good squeeze... Chorus I'm a soldier, these shoulders hold up so much, they won't budge, I'll never fall or fold up/I'm a soldier, Even if my collar bones crush or crumble, I will never slip or stumble/I'm a soldier, These shoulders hold up so much, they won't budge, I'll never fall or fold up/I'm a soldier, Even if my collar bones crush or crumble, I will never stumble Verse 2 I love pissin' you off, it gets me off, like my lawyers, when the fuckin' judge lets me off/all you motherfuckas gotta do is set me off, I'll violate and all the motherfuckin' bets be off/I'm a lit fuse, anything I do bring it's news, pistol whippin' motherfuckin' bouncers, six-two, who needs bullets?/ Soon as I pull it, you sweat bullets, an excellent method to get rid of the next bully/It's actually better cause instead you murderin', you can hurt em' and come back again and kick dirt at em/it's like pourin' salt in the wounds, assault and get sued, you can smell the lawsuits soon as I waltz in the room/everybody halts and stops, calls the cops, all you see is bitches comin' out their halter tops/runnin' and duckin' out to the Hot Rocks parking lot, you'll all get shot whether its your fault or not, cus... Chorus Verse 3 I spit it slow so these kids know that I'm talkin' to em, give it back to these damn critics and sock it to em/I'm like a thug, with a little bit of Pac influence, I spew it, and look how I got you bitches rockin' to it/you motherfuckas could never do it like I could do it, don't even try it, you'll look stupid, do not pursue it/don't ever in your life, try to knock the truest, I spit the illest shit, ever been dropped to two inch/ so ticky-tock listen as the sound ticks on the clock, listen to the sound of Kim as she licks on a cock/listen to the sound of me spillin' my heart through this pen, motherfuckers know that I'll never be Marshall again/Full of controversy until I retire my jersey, till the fire inside dies and expires at thirty/and Lord have mercy on any more of these rappers that verse me, and put a curse on authorities in the face of adversity/I'm a... Chorus Yo Left, Yo Left, Yo Left, Right, Left X4 [Back to Top] | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Lyrics SAY GOODBYE HOLLYWOOD [Back] --------------- Chorus X2 Sayin' goodbye, I'm sayin' good bye to Hollywood / Sayin' goodbye, I'm sayin' good bye to Hollywood / Sayin' goodbye, I'm sayin' good bye to Hollywood / Sayin' goodbye, I'm sayin' good bye to Hollywood (Hollywood why do I feel this way?) Verse 1 I thought I had it all figured out, I did, I thought I was tough enough to stick it out with Kim/but I wasn't tough enough, to juggle two things at once, I found myself layin' on my knees in cuffs/which should've been a reason enough, for me to get my stuff and just leave. How come I couldn't see this shit myself?/it's just me, nobody couldn't see the shit I felt, knowin' damn well she wasn't gonna be there when I fell/to catch me, the minute shit was heated, she just bailed, I'm standin' here swingin' like thirty people by myself/I couldn't even see the millimeter when it fell, turned around saw Gary stashin' the heater in his belt/saw the bouncers rush him and beat him to the ground, I just sold two million records, I don't need to go to jail/I'm not about to lose my freedom over no female, I need to slow down, get my feet on solid ground/so for now I'm... Chorus X2 Verse 2 I, bury my face in comic books, cus I don't want to look at nothin', this world's too much, I've swallowed all I could/If I could swallow a bottle of Tylenol I would, and end it for good, just say goodbye to Hollywood/I probably should, these problems are piling all at once, cus everything that bothers me, I got it bottled up/I think I'm bottomin' out, but I'm not about to give up, I gotta get up, thank God, I got a little girl/and I'm a responsible father, so not a lot of good, I'd be to my daughter, layin' in the bottom of the mud/must be in my blood cus I don't know how I do it, all I know is I don't want to follow in the footsteps/of my dad, cus I hate him so bad, the worst fear that I had was growin' up to be like his fuckin' ass/man if you could understand why I am the way that I am, what do I say to my fans/when I tell 'em (I'm)... Chorus X2 Verse 3 I don't wanna quit, but shit, I feel like this is it, for me to have this much appeal like this is sick/this is not a game, this fame, in real life this is sick, publicity stunt my ass, conceal my fuckin' dick/fuck the guns, I'm done, I'll never look at Gats, if I scrap, I'll scrap like I ain't never whupped some ass/I love my fans, but no one ever puts a grasp on the fact, I've sacrificed everything I have/I never dreamt I'd get to the level that I'm at, this is wack, this is more than I ever coulda asked/everywhere I go, a hat, a sweater hood, or mask, what about math, how come I wasn't ever good at that?/It's like the boy in the bubble, who never could adapt, I'm trapped, if I could go back, I never woulda rapped/I sold my soul to the devil, I'll never get it back, I just wanna leave this game with level head intact/Imagine goin' from bein' a no one to seein', everything blow up and all you did was just grow up mcing/It's fuckin' crazy, cus all I wanted was to give Hailie the life I never had, but instead I forced us to live alienated/so I'm sayin'... Outro Goodbye / Goodbye Hollywood (Goodbye) / Please don't cry for me (It's been real) / When I'm gone for good (This shit is not for me) / Goodbye / Goodbye Hollywood (I'm not a fuckin' star) / Please don't cry for me (No way) / When I'm gone for good (I'm goin' back home) [Back to Top] | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Lyrics DRIPS [Back] --------------- Prelude Obie... Yo... Im sick / Damn... You straight dog? Chorus That's why I ain't got no time. For these games and stupid tricks/Or these bitches on my dick. That's how dudes be getting sick/ That's how dicks be getting drips. Falling victims to this shit/From these bitches on our dicks, fucking chickens with no ribs/That's why I ain't got no time... Verse 1 (Obie Trice) Yo, I woke up fucked up off the liquor I drunk. I had a bag of the skunk won in last nights Tunk/pussy residue was on my penis, Denise from the cleaners, fucked me good, you shoulda seen this/big booty bitch, switch unbearable, french roll stylin', body like a stallion/Sizin up the figure while my shit's getting bigger, debatin' on a fuck or do I want to be her nigga/Caressin'this bitch, plus I'm checking out them tits, sippin' on that fine shit I ain't used to buyin'/I gotta hit it from behind, its mandatory, like takin' hoe's money, but that's another story/For surely, the pussy on toast after we toast, her clothes fell like Bishop in Juice/The womb beater, clean pussy eater, insertin' my jock in that spot hotter than the hottest block/ Don't Stop! The response I got when I was knockin' it, clock steady tickin', kinky finger lickin'/and can on, semen's at my tip when she moans. I gotta slow down before I cum soon/ and work that nigga like a slave owner. When I dropped off my outfit, she knew I wanted to bone her/She foamin' at the lips, the one between them hips, pubic hairs lookin' like some sour cream dip/without the nacho, my dick hit the spot though, pussy tighter than conditions of us black folks/We in the final stretch, the last part of sex. I bust a fat ass nut, then I woke up next/like what the fuck is goin' on here, this bitch evaporated, pussy and all, just picked up and vacated/Now I'm frusturated cuz my dick was unprotected, and Doctor Wesley tellin me I really got that shit Chorus Verse 2 (Eminem) Now I don't wanna hit no woman, but this chick's got it comin', someone better get this bitch, before she gets kicked in the stomach/and she's pregnant, buts she's eggin' me on, beggin' me to throw her off the steps of this porch/my only weapon is force and I don't wanna resort to any violence of any sort. But what's she shovin' me for?/ Doesn't she love me no more? Wasn't she huggin' me four minutes ago at the door?/Man, I'm this close to goin' toe-to-toe with this whore. What would you do if she was tellin' you she wants a divorce?/She's havin' another baby in a month, and it's yours, and you find out it isn't cus this bitch has been visitin' someone else/and suckin' his dick and kissin' you on the lips when you get back, to Michigan, now the plot is thickenin' worse/cus you feel like you've been stickin' your fuckin' dick in a hearse/so you paranoid at every little cold that you get, ever since they told you this shit, you've been holdin' your dick/so you go to the clinic, sweatin' every minute you in it, then the doctor comes out lookin' like Dennis the Menace/and it's obvious to everyone in the lobby it's AIDS, he ain't even gotta call you in his office to say it/so you jet back home, cus you gon' get that hoe, when you see her, you gon' bend her fuckin' neck back, yo/cus you love her, you never would expect that blow, Obie told you the scoop, how could she stoop that low?/Jesus, I don't believe this, bitch works at the cleaners, bringin' me home diseases, swingin' from Obie's penis/she's so deceivin', shit this hoe's a genius,she g'd us... Chorus I'm Busy Fuck these Bitches Fuck'em all, Get Money Shady Records, Obie Trice Eminem, muthafucka New millenium shit... Yeah Turn this shit off Turn this shit the fuck off [Back to Top] | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Lyrics WITHOUT ME [Back] --------------- Intro (Obie Trice) "Obie Trice/Name No Gimmicks..." Refrain 1 2 trailer park girls go round the outside/ round the outside, round the outside (Repeat Refrain 1) Refrain 2 Guess whos back, back again/ Shadys back, tell a friend/ Guess who's back, guess who's back, gruess who's back/ Guess who's back... Verse 1 I've created a monster, cuz nobody wants to/ see Marshall no more they want Shady I'm chopped liver/ well if you want Shady, this is what I'll give ya/ a little bit of me mixed with some hard liquor/ some vodka that'll jumpstart my heart quicker then a/ shock when I get shocked at the hospital by the Dr. when I'm not cooperating/ when I'm rocking the table while he's operating / you waited this long now stop debating cuz I'm back, I'm on the rag and ovulating/ I know that you got a job Ms. Cheney but your husbands heart problem's complicating / So the FCC wont let me be or let me be me so let me see/ they tried to shut me down on MTV but it feels so empty without me/ So come on and dip, bum on your lips fuck that, cum on your lips and some on your tits and get ready cuz this shit's about to get heavy/ I just settled all my lawsuits Fuck YOU DEBBIE_! Chorus X2 Now this looks like a job for me so everybody just follow me/ cuz we need a little controversy, cuz it feels so empty without me Verse 2 Little hellions kids feeling rebellious/ embarrassed, their parents still listen to Elvis/ they start feeling the prisoners helpless, 'til someone comes along on a mission and yells "bitch"/ A visionary, vision is scary, could start a revolution, pollutin the air waves a rebel/ so let me just revel an bask, in the fact that I got everyone kissing my ass/ and it's a disaster such a catastrophe for you to see so damn much of my ass you ask for me?/ Well I'm back (batman sound) fix your bent antennae tune it in and then I'm gonna/ enter in and up under your skin like a splinter/ The center of attention back for the winter/ I'm interesting, the best thing since wrestling/ Infesting in your kids ears and nesting/ Testing "Attention Please" feel the tension soon as someone mentions me/ here's my 10 cents my 2 cents is free/ A nuisance, who sent, you sent for me? Chorus X2 Verse 3 A tisk-it a task-it, I'll go tit for tat with anybody who's talking this shit that shit. Chris Kirkpatrick you can get your ass kicked/ worse than them little Limp Bizkit bastards, and Moby/ you can get stomped by Obie, you 36 year old bald headed fag blow me/You don't know me, you're too old let go its over, nobody listens to techno/ Now lets go, give me the signal I'll be there with a whole list full of new insults/ I've been dope, suspenseful with a pencil ever since Prince turned himself into a symbol/ But sometimes the shit just seems, everybody only wants to discuss me/ So this must mean I'm disgusting, but its just me I'm just obscene/ Though I'm not the first king of controversy/ I am the worst thing since Elvis Presley, to do Black Music so selfishly/ and use it to get myself wealthy (Hey)/ there's a concept that works/ 20 million other white rappers emerge/ but no matter how many fish in the sea it'd be so empty without me Chorus X2 (Hum dei dei la la Hum dei dei la la... la la la) X2 "Kids" [Back to Top] | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Lyrics PAUL ROSENBERG [Back] --------------- Em, it's Paul... Listen, Joel just called me and he said you're in the fuckin back behind his studio, shooting your gun off in the air like it's a shooting range. I told you not to fuckin' bring your gun around, like an idiot, outside of your home. You're gonna get yourself on trouble. Don't bring your gun outside of your house you can't carry it on you. Leave your fuckin gun at home. [Back to Top] | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Lyrics SING FOR THE MOMENT [Back] --------------- Verse 1 These ideas are nightmares for white parents, whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings/Like whatever they say has no bearing, it's so scary in a house that allows no swearing/to see him walking around with his headphones blaring, alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care/He's a problem child, and what bothers him all comes out, when he talks about, his fuckin' dad walkin' out/cuz he just hates him so bad that he blocks him out. If he ever saw him again he'd probably knock him out/His thoughts are wacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back, talkin' black, brainwashed from rock and rap/He sags his pants, do-rags and a stocking cap, his step-father hit him, so he socked him back/and broke his nose, his house is a broken home. There's no control, he just let's his emotions go... Chorus C'mon! Sing with me (Sing!)/Sing for the year (Sing It)/Sing for the laughter/ sing for the tear (C'mon!) / Sing it with me/Just for today/Maybe tomorrow/The good Lord will take you away... Verse 2 Entertainment is changin', intertwinin' with gangstas, in the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum/ unholy, only have one homie, only this gun, lonely cuz don't anyone know me/Yet everybody just feels like they can relate, I guess words are a mothafucka they can be great/ or they can degrate, or even worse they can teach hate/It's like these kids hang on every single statement we make, like they worship us/plus all the stores ship us platinum, now how the fuck did this metamorphosis happen?/ From standin' on corners and porches just rappin'; to havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ass/But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you, fans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you/To get they hands on every dime you have, they want you to lose your mind every time you mad/So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon. Any dispute won't hesitate to produce handguns/That's why these prosecutors wanna convict me, strictly just to get me off of these streets quickly/But all they kids be listenin' to me religiously, so I'm signin' CDs while police fingerprint me/They're for the judge's daughter but his grudge is against me. If I'm such a fuckin' menace, this shit doesn't make sense B/It's all political, if my music is literal, and I'm a criminal how the fuck can I raise a little girl?/I couldn't. I wouldn't be fit to. You're full of shit too, Guerrera, that was a fist that hit you! Chorus Verse 3 They say music can alter moods and talk to you, well can it load a gun up for you , and cock it too?/Well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude, just tell the judge it was my fault and I'll get sued/See what these kids do is hear about us totin' pistols and they want to get one cuz they think the shit's cool/not knowin' we really just protectin' ourselves, we entertainers, of course the shit's affectin' our sales, you ignoramus/But music is reflection of self, we just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail. It's fucked up ain't it?/ How we can come from practically nothing to being able to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted/That's why we sing for these kids, who don't have a thing except for a dream, and a fuckin' rap magazine/who post pin-up pictures on they walls all day long, idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs/Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in their lives, till they sit and they cry at night wishin' they'd die/Till they throw on a rap record and they sit, and they vibe. We're nothin' to you but we're the fuckin' shit in they eyes/that's why we seize the moment try to freeze it and own it, squeeze it and hold it, cuz we consider these minutes golden/and maybe they'll admit it when we're gone. Just let our spirits live on, through our lyrics that you hear in our songs and we can... Chorus X2 [Back to Top] | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Lyrics SUPERMAN [Back] --------------- Intro Oooooh You high baby? Yaaahhh Yah? Talk to me You want me to tell you something? Uh huh I know what you want to hear A Chorus Cuz, I know you want me baby, I think I want you too, I think I love you baby, "I think I love you too"/I'm here to save you girl, come be in Shady's world, I want to grow together, let's let our love unfurl/you know you want me baby, you know I want you too, they call me superman, I'm here to rescue you/I want to save you girl, come be in Shady's world, "Ooooh boy you drive me crazy," Bitch you make me earl... Verse 1 They call me superman, leap tall hoes in a single bound, I'm single now, got no ring on this finger now/I'd never let another chick bring me down, in a relationship, save it bitch, babysit? You make me sick/Superman ain't savin' shit, girl you can jump on Shady's dick/straight from the hip, cut to the chase, I tell a muthafuckin' slut, to her face/ play no games, say no names, ever since I broke up with what's her face/I'm a different man, kiss my ass, kiss my lips, bitch why ask? Kiss my dick, get my cash? I'd rather have you whip my ass/Don't put out, I'll put you out. Won't get out, I'll push you out/ Puss blew out, poppin' shit, wouldn't piss on fire to put you out/Am I too nice? Buy you ice? Bitch if you died, I wouldn't buy you life/What you tryin' to be my new wife? What you Mariah? Fly through twice Bridge But I do know one thing though, bitches, they come they go. Saturday through Sunday, Monday, Monday through Sunday yo/Maybe I'll love you one day, maybe we'll someday grow, till then just sit your drunk ass on that fuckin' runway ho B Chorus Cus I can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman/ I can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman, your Superman, your Superman Verse 2 Don't get me wrong, I love these hoes, it's no secret, everybody knows/Yeah we fucked, bitch so what, that's about as far as your buddy goes/We'll be friends, I'll call you again, I'll chase you around every bar you attend/ Never know what kind of car I'll be in, we'll see how much you'll be partying then/You don't want that, neither do I, I don't want to flip when I see you with guys/too much pride, between you and I, not a jealous man, but females lie/But I guess that's just what sluts do, how could it ever be just us two?/I'd never love you enough to trust you, we just met and I just fucked you Bridge A Chorus/B Chorus Verse 3 First thing you say, "I'm not fazed, I hang around big stars all day/I don't see what the big deal is anyways, you're just plain old Marshall to me"/Oooh yah girl run that game, "Hailie Jade, I love that name, love that tatoo, what's that say? Rot in pieces? Uh, that's great"/First off you don't know Marshall, at all so grow partial, that's ammo for my arsenal, I'll slap you off that barstool/there goes another lawsuit, leave handprints all across you, good Lordy whoadie, you must be gone off that water bottle/you want what you can't have, ooh girl that's too damn bad, don't touch what you can't grab, end up with two backhands/put anthrax on a tampax, and slap you till you can't stand/girl you just blew your chance, don't mean to ruin your plans Prechorus A Chorus/B Chorus B Chorus X2 [Back to Top] | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Lyrics HAILIE'S SONG [Back] --------------- Yo I can't singbut I feel like singing. I want to fuckin' singcuz I'm happyyeaI'm happy. I got my baby backyocheck it out... Verse 1 Somedays I sit staring out the window, watchin' this world pass me by/Sometimes I think there's nothin' to live for. I almost break down and cry. Sometimes I think I'm crazy. I'm crazy, oh so crazy. Why am I here? Am I just wasting my time/But then I see my baby, suddenly I'm not crazy. It all makes sense when I look into her eyes Chorus Cuz sometimes it feels like the world's on my shoulders. Everyone's leaning on me/ Cuz sometimes it feels like the world's almost over, but then she comes back to me. Verse 2 My baby girl keeps getting' older. I watch her grow up with pride. People make jokes cuz they don't understand me, they just don't see my real side/ I act like shit don't phase me, inside it drives me crazy. My insecurities could eat me alive/But then I see my baby, suddenly I'm not crazy. It all makes sense when I look in her eyes. Verse 3 Man, if I could sing, I'd keep singin' this song to my daughter. If I could hit the notes, I'd blow something as long as my father / to show her how I feel about her. How proud I am that I got her. God, I'm a daddy, I'm so glad that her mom didn't. / Now you probably get this picture from my public persona that I'ma pistol packin' drug addict who bags on his mama. / But I wanna to just take this time out to be perfectly honest, cuz there's a lot of shit I keep bottled that hurts deep inside / of my soul. And just know that I grow colder the older I grow. This boulder on my shoulder gets heavy and harder to hold, / and this load is like the weight of the world, and I think my neck is breakin'. Should I just give up or try to live up to these expectations? / Now look, I love my daughter more than life in itself, but I got a wife that's determined to make my life livin' hell. / But I handle it well, given the circumstances I'm dealt. So many chances, man, it's too bad - could have had someone else/ But the years that I've wasted is nothing to the tears that I've tasted, so here's what I'm facin'3 felonies, 6 years of probation. / I've went to jail for this woman, I've been to bat for this woman. I've taken bats to people's backs, bent over backwards for this woman. / Man, I should have seen it coming. What did I stick my penis up in? Wouldn't have ripped the pre-nup up if I'da seen what she was fuckin.' / But fuck it, it's over. There's no more reason to cry no more. I got my baby, baby the only lady that I adore / (Hailie). So sayonara, try tommorra, nice to know ya. Our baby's traveled back to the arms of her rightful owner. / And suddenly it seems like my shoulder blades have just shifted. It's like the greatest gift you could get. The weight has been lifted. Chorus Outro Told you I can't sing..Oh well... I tried... Hailie, remember when I said if you ever need anything, Daddy would be right there? Guess what? Daddy's here, and I ain't going nowhere, baby. I love you(kiss) [Back to Top] | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Lyrics STEVE BERMAN [Back] --------------- (Eminem) This muthafucka man... (Berman) It's ridiculous! I can't believe it!! Hold on... Em... (Eminem) What up? (Berman) Have a seatDre, I'll call you back (Eminem) What now??? (Berman) I don't even know where to start (Eminem) Okay... (Berman) I got the album from upstairs... (Eminem) And... (Berman) And this is BY FAR, THE MOST,... (Gunshot) Incredible thing... I've ever... heard... [Back to Top] | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Lyrics WHEN THE MUSIC STOPS [Back] --------------- (Bizarre) Music.Reality.Sometimes it's hard to tell the difference / But we as entertainers have a responsibility, to these kids Psyche (Eminem) If I, were to die, murdered in cold blood tommorrow, would you feel sorrow, or show love, or would it matter?/Could never be the lead-off batter if there ain't shit for me to feed off, I'm see-saw battlin'/but there's way too much at stake for me to be fake, there's too much on my plate, I done came way/too far in this game, to turn and walk away, and not say what I got to say/what the fuck you take me for, a joke? You smokin' crack? 'Fore I do that, I'd beg Mariah to take me back/I'll get up 'fore I get down, gun myself in the ground, 'fore I put some wack shit out/I'm tryin' to smack this one out the park, five-thousand mark, y'all steady tryin' to drown a shark/ain't gon' do nothin' but piss me off, lid to the can of whip ass, just twist me off/see me leap out, pull a piece out, fuck shootin', I'm just tryin' to knock his teeth out/fuck with me now bitch, let's see you freestyle, talk is cheap, motherfucker, if you really feelin' froggish, leap/yo Slim, you gon' let him get away with that? He tried to play you, you can't let him skate with that/man I hate this crap, this ain't rap, this is crazy the way we act, when we confuse hip hop/with real life when the music stops (Swifty) Ain't no getting' rid of McVeigh, if so you woulda tried, the only way I'm leavin' this bitch is suicide/I have died clinically, arrived ride back at my enemies' crib with Hennessey, got drunk then I finish him/I'm every nigga's favorite arch enemy, physically fitted to be the most dangerous nigga with beef/I spark willingly, with a dillinger in the dark, dilligently, I'm not what you think/I appear to be fucked up, mentally endangered, I can't stay away from a razor, I just want my face in a paper/I wish a nigga had a grenade to squeeze tight to awake neighbors for acres/I'll murder you, I gauge have me turn into a mad man, son of sam bitch, I'm surgical/I'm allergic to dyin', you think not, you got balls? We can see how large/when the music stops (Kon Artis) I was happy havin' a deal at first, thought money would make me happy, but it only made my pain worse/It hurts when you see your friends turn their back on you, dog, and you ain't got nuttin' left but your word and your balls/and you're stressed from the calls of your new friends, beggin' with their hands out, checkin' for your record when it's sellin'/ when it ain't that's the end, no laughs, no friends, no girls, just the gin you drink, till your car spin/you think DAMN! When you slam into the wall, and you fall out the car and try to crawl with one arm/I'm bout to lose it all, in a pool of alcohol, if my funeral's tomorrow, wonder would they even call/when the music stops (Von) Let's see how many of your men loyal, when I pull up lookin' for you with a pistol, sippin' a can of penzoil/I'm revved up, who said what, when lead bust your head just explode with red stuff, I'm handcuffed/tossed in the paddywagon, braggin' about how you shouted, like a coward, bullets devoured you, showered you niggas/If I was you niggas, I'd run while given a chance, understand, I can enhance the spirit of man/Death itself, it can hurt me, just the thought of dyin' alone that really irks me/you ain't worthy to speak thoughts of cheap talk, be smart and stop tryin' to walk how G's walk before we spark/hug the floor while we playin' tug-of-war with your life, fuck a tour and a mike, I'd rather fuck a whore with a knife/deliver that shit that coroner's like, you hype, poppin' shit in broad daylight, nigga you're a gonner at night/when the music stops (Proof) Instigators, turn pits in cages, let loose and bit the neighbors, wrist to razors/y'all don't want war, y'all want talk, in the dark, my dogs all bark like woof!/Proof nigga I'ma wolf, get your whole roof, caved in like reindeer hoofs/stomp the booth, shake, the floor tiles loose, the more y'all breath, shit, the more lose moves/It's Hill Street, this is hardcore blues, put a gun to rap check in all our dues/nigga, or make the news, betcha all move, when the uzi pop you better drop, when the music stop (Bizarre) Music has changed my life in so many ways, brains confused been fucked since the fifth grade/LL told me rock the bells, NWA said fuck the police, now I'm in jail/'93 was strictly R&B, fucked haircut, listenin' to Jodeci/ Michael Jackson who gonna tell me I ain't Mike? Ass cheeks painted white, fuckin' Priscilla tonight/Flyin' down Sunset smokin' crack, transvestite in the front, Eddie Murphy in the back/MOP had grimy and gritty, Marilyn Manson, I died my hair blue, and grew some titties/Ludacris told me to throw them bows, now I'm in the hospital with a broken nose and a fractured elbow/voices in my head I'm goin' in shock, I'm reachin' for the glock, but the music stops... [Back to Top] | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Lyrics SAY WHAT YOU SAY [Back] --------------- Intro (Dre) Oh, so I'm out the game, huh (Eminem) Yo Dre, we ridin'? (Dre) Whatever... (Eminem) Well I'm wit ya homie (Dre) Okay, well let's handle the small shit Verse 1 (Eminem) I was born to brew up storms, stir up shit, kick up dust, cuss till I slur up spit/grew up too quick, went through too much, knew too much shit, corrupt, and I'ma pour it on like syrup, bitch/thick 'n rich, sick and twisted, Mr. Buttersworth, Dre told me to milk this shit for what it's worth/till the cow just tilts and tips and stumbles to earth, and if I fumble a verse, keep going, first take/I make mistakes just keep it, no punches pull, no punches, that's weak shit/fake shit, if I ever take shit I'll eat shit, wasn't for him, wouldn't be shit (Dre) Creep with me as we take a little trip down memory lane, been here longer than anyone in the game/and I ain't got to lie about my age, "But what about Jermaine?" Fuck Jermaine, he don't belong speakin' mine or Timbaland's name/and don't think I don't read your lil' interviews and see what you're sayin', I'm a giant, and I ain't gotta move/till I'm provoked, when I see you, I'ma step on you and not even know it/you midget, mini-me with a bunch of mini-yous, runnin' round your backyard swimmin' pools/over eighty million records sold, and I ain't have to do it with ten or eleven year olds Chorus X2 Cus what you say is what you say, say what you say how you say it whenever you sayin' it/just remember how you said it when you was sprayin' it, so who you playin' wit, huh? Verse 2 (Eminem) Second verse, it gets worse, it gets no better than this, amatuers drink veteran piss/from a dixie cup, if you ever mix me up or confuse me with a Cannabis or Dre with a Dupri/we'll rub it in, every club you're in, we'll have you black balled and make sure you never rap-a-fuckin'-gain/Dre ain't havin' it as long as I'm here to play devil's advocate (Dre) If there was some magic shit I could wave over the industry, that could save it when I'm gone and buried/to make sure the tradition carries on, I would (Eminem) If I could only use this power for good, I wouldn't, not even if I could (Dre) From the hood, and I'm a hornet, and I'ma only sting when I cornered (Eminem) And I'ma only sucker punch and swing without warning/and swing to knock somebody's fuckin' head off, cus I know if they get up, I won't get a chance to let off/another punch, I'm punk rock, no one's punk, don't give a fuck, White-Pac, so much spunk/when I was little I knew I would blow up and sell a mill, or grow up to be Atilla, go nuts and be a killer (Dre) And I'm, somethin' of a phenom, one puff of the chron, I'm unstoppable, I'm alive and on top again/there's no obstacle that I can't conquer so come along wit us.Cmon Chorus X2 Verse 3 (Dre) Now anybody who knows Dre, knows I'm about fast cars and Alize, partyin' all day/but I handled my business, cus it' work before play, don't look for trouble, but I'll serve you gourmet/however you want it, you can have it your way, you fuck my night up, I'ma fuck up your day/bullet with your name, sendin' it your way, that goes for anyone who walks through that doorway/cus this is my space, you invade it, live to regret it, and you'll die tryin' to violate it/fuck around, get annihilated, eyes dialated (Eminem) Like my old lady?/Cus what you say is what you say, sometimes what you mean is two different things, depending on your mood if it swings/think too many things, little hit of Dre's weed, I can do anything, catch a contact and I'm gone/ and I'm back, I speed write and my loose-leaf's my launch pad (Dre) And I can pull any string, don't have to prove anything/catch a contract on your head, you headed west, talk shit about Dre, you better get a vest/and invest in something to protect your head and neck (Eminem) And it's back and forth, all day like Red and Meth, I joke when I say I'm the best, in the booth, but a lot of truth is said in jest/and if I ever do live to be a legend I'ma die a sudden death/five mics in the Source, ain't holdin' my fuckin' breath, but I'll suffocate for the respect 'fore I breathe/ to collect a fuckin' check Chorus X2 Outro (Dre) Watch your fuckin' mouth (Timbaland) Yo this Timbaland. Tell'em I said suckmy dick [Back to Top] | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Lyrics TILL I COLLAPSE [Back] --------------- Intro Sometimes you feel tired, feel weak, / When you feel weak, you feel like you wanna just give up. / But you gotta search within you, find that inner strength / And just pull that shit out of you, and get that motivation not to give up / And not be a quitter no matter how bad you wanna just fall flat on your faceand collapse Verse 1 Till I collapse I'm spillin' these raps long as you feel 'em, till the day, that I drop you'll never say that I'm not killin' em/ Cuz when I am not, then I'ma stop pinnin'em and I am not hip-hop and I'm just not Eminem/ subliminal thoughts, when Ima stop sendin' em, women are caught in webs, spin 'em and hock venom, adrenalin shots of penicillin could not get the illin' to stop, amoxacillin's just not real enough/ The criminal cop killin', hip-hop villain a minimal swap to cop millions of Pac listeners/ your comin' with me, feel it or not you're gonna fear it like I showed ya the spirit of God lives in us/ you hear it a lot, lyrics to shock. Is it a miracle or am I just product of pop fizzin' up?/ Fa shizzel my wizzel, this is the plot listen up, you bizzels forgot, slizzel does not give a fuck Chorus Till the roof comes off, till the lights go out, / till my legs give out, can't shut my mouth / Till the smoke clears out and my high burns out, / I'ma rip this shit till my bones collapse. Till the roof comes off, till the lights go out, (Until the roof) / till my legs give out, can't shut my mouth (The roof comes off) / Till the smoke clears out and my high burns out, (Until my legs) / I'ma rip this shit till my bones collapse.(Give out from underneath me) Verse 2 Music is like magic, there's a certain feeling you get when you're real and you spit an people are feelin' ya shit/ This is your moment and every single minute you spend tryin' to hold on to it, cuz you may never get it again/ so while you're in it try to get as much shit as you can and when your run is over just admit when it's at its end/ cuz I'm at the end of my wits with half the shit gets in, I got a list here's the order of my list that it's in/ It goes Reggie, Jay-Z, Tupac and Biggie, Andre from Outkast, Jada, Kurupt, Nas and then me/ But in this industry, I'm the cause of a lot of envy so when I'm not put on this list, the shit does not offend me/That's why you see me walkin' around like nothin's bothering me, even though half you people gotta fuckin' problem with me/ you hate it but you know respect you got to give me. The press's wet dream like Bobby an Whitney Nate hit me... [Back to Top] | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Lyrics MY DAD'S GONE CRAZY [Back] --------------- Hailie: Daddy what are you doing? Eminem and Hailie: Okay then! Everybody listen up! Eminem: I'm goin' to hell! Who's comin' with me???!? Hailie: Somebody please help him! I think my dad's gone crazy... Verse 1 There's no mountain I can't climb, there's no tower too high, no plane that I can't learn how to fly/what do I gotta do to get through to you, to show you there ain't nothin' I can't take this chainsaw to?/Fuckin' brains, brawn and brass balls, I cut'em off, and got'em pickled and bronzed in a glass jar inside of a hall/ with my framed autographed sunglasses with Elton John's name on my GLAAD wall, I'm out the closet, I've been lyin' my ass off/All this time me and Dre been fuckin' with hats off (Suck it, Marshall). So tell Laura and her husband to back off/ before I push this muthafuckin' button and blast off and launch one at these Russians and that's all/blow every fuckin' thing except Afghanistan on the map off. When will it stop? When will I knock the crap off?/Hailie, tell 'em baby,( My Dad's Lost It!!) Chorus There's really nothin' else to say, I... I can't explain it/I think my dad's gone crazy / A little help from Hailie Jade, won't you tell 'em baby/I think my dad's gone crazy / There's nothin' you could do or say that could ever change me/I think my dad's gone crazy/There's no one on earth that can save me, not even Hailie/I think my dad's gone crazy Verse 2 It's like my mother always told me, rana rana rana rana rana rana rana rana rana rana and codeine and/ goddammit you little muthafucker if you ain't got nuthin' nice to say then don't say nuthin'/..uh, fuck that shit bitch eat a muthafuckin' dick, chew on a prick and lick/a million muthafuckin' cocks per second, I'd rather put out a muthafuckin' gospel record/I'd rather be a pussy whipped bitch, eat pussy, and have pussy lips glued to my face with a clit ring in my nose then quit bringin' my flows/ quit givin' me my ammo. Can't you see why I'm so mean? If y'all leave me alone this wouldn't be my M.O./I wouldn't have to go, eenee, meenee, meini, mo, catch a homo by his toe, man I don't know no more/am I the only fuckin' one who's normal any more?/Dad... Chorus Verse 3 My songs can make you cry, take you by surprise at the same time, can make you dry your eyes with the same rhyme/see what you're seein' is a genius at work, which to me isn't work, so it's easy to misinterpret it at first/cus when I speak, it's tongue-in-cheek, I'd yank my fuckin' teeth before I'd ever bite my tongue/I'd slice my gums, get struck by fuckin' lightning twice at once and die and come back as Vanilla Ice's son/and walk around the rest of my life spit on, and kicked and hit with shit everytime I sung/like R. Kelly as soon as "Bump and Grind" comes on. More pain inside of my brain than the eyes of a little girl/ inside of a plane aimed at the World Trade, standin' on Ronnie's grave, screamin' at the sky, till clouds gather, it's Clyde Mathers and Bonnie Jade/and that's pretty much the gist of it, the parents are pissed but the kids love it. 9 millimeter heater stashed in 2 seaters with meat cleavers/I don't blame you, I wouldn't let Hailie listen to me neither... Chorus Hailie: Crazy Ha Ha Ha You're Funny Daddy! [Back to Top] | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Lyrics CURTAIN'S CLOSE [Back] --------------- (Eminem) Is this thing on? Where'd everybody go? Guess who's back? Back again. Ken is back, tell somemen Rub my back, Rub my back, Rub my back, Rub my back. Eh.Wait..Hello? Eh..Goodnight [Back to Top] |
