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Rap God Lyrics Look, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelings But Im only going to get this one chance Somethings wrong, I can feel it Just a feeling Ive got, like somethings about to happen, but I dont know what.  If that means what I think it means, were in trouble, big trouble;  And if he is as bananas as you say, Im not taking any chances You are just what the doc ordered Im beginnin to feel like a Rap God, Rap God All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod Now, who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box? They said I rap like a robot, so call me Rap-bot But for me to rap like a computer it must be in my genes I got a laptop in my back pocket My penll go off when I half-cock it Got a fat knot from that rap profit Made a livin and a killin off it Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office With Monica Lewinsky feelin on his nutsack Im an MC still as honest But as rude and as indecent as all hell Syllables, skill-a-holic This flippity dippity-hippity hip-hop You dont really wanna get into a pissin match With this rappity brat, packin a MAC in the back of the Ac Backpack rap crap, yap-yap, yackety-yack And at the exact same time, I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while Im practicin that Ill still be able to break a motherfuckin table Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half Only realized it was ironic, I was signed to Aftermath after the fact How could I not blow? All I do is drop F-bombs Feel my wrath of attack Rappers are havin a rough time period, heres a maxi pad Its actually disastrously bad for the wack While Im masterfully constructing this masterpièce Cause Im beginnin to feel like a Rap God, Rap God All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod Now, who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box? Let me show you maintainin this shit aint that hard, that hard Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι have got Well, to be truthful the blueprints Simply rage and youthful exuberance Everybody loves to root for a nuisance Hit the Earth like an asteroid Did nothing but shoot for the Moon since MCs get taken to school with this music Cause I use it as a vehicle to bus the rhyme Now I lead a new school full of students Me? Im a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run–D.M.C., induct them Into the motherfuckin Rock and Roll Hall of Fame Even though Ill walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames Only Hall of Fame Ill be inducted in is the alcohol of fame On the wall of shame You fags think its all a game, til I walk a flock of flames Off a plank and, tell me what in the fuck are you thinkin? Little gay-lookin boy So gay I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin boy Youre witnessin a mass-occur Like youre watching a church gathering take place, lookin boy Oy vey, that boys gay!—thats all they say, lookin boy You get a thumbs up, pat on the back And a way to go from your label every day, lookin boy Hey, lookin boy! What you say, lookin boy? I get a hell yeah from Dre, lookin boy Ima work for everything I have, never asked nobody for shit Get outta my face, lookin boy! Basically, boy, youre never gonna be capable Of keepin up with the same pace, lookin boy, cause— Im beginnin to feel like a Rap God, Rap God All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod The way Im racin around the track, call me NASCAR, NASCAR Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planets Krypton—no, Asgard, Asgard So youll be Thor and Ill be Odin You rodent, Im omnipotent Let off, then Im reloadin Immediately with these bombs Im totin And I should not be woken Im the walkin dead, but Im just a talkin head, a zombie floatin But I got your mom deep-throatin Im out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin in common, poodle Im a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil Its me, my honestys brutal But its honestly futile if I dont utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin at me like its lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like Im on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin To censor you like that one line I said on Im Back from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say Ill take seven kids from Columbine Put em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a 9 See if I get away with it now that I aint as big as I was, but Im Morphin into an immortal, comin through the portal Youre stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I dont know what the fuck that you rhyme for Youre pointless as Rapunzel with fuckin cornrows You write normal? Fuck being normal! And I just bought a new raygun from the future Just to come and shoot ya, like when Fabolous made Ray J mad Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Mayweathers pad Singin to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24/7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, Hey Fab, Ima kill you! Lyrics comin at you at supersonic speed Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin Im a human What I gotta do to get it through to you Im superhuman? Innovative and Im made of rubber so that anything you say is ricochetin off of me and itll glue to you and Im devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherfuckin audience a feeling like its levitating Never fading, and I know the haters are forever waiting For the day that they can say I fell off, theyll be celebrating Cause I know the way to get em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music Oh, hes too mainstream. Well, thats what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it Its not hip-hop, its pop,—cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on Lose Yourself and make em lose it I dont know how to make songs like that I dont know what words to use. Let me know when it occurs to you While Im rippin any one of these verses that versus you Its curtains, Im inadvertently hurtin you How many verses I gotta murder to Prove that if you were half as nice, your songs you could sacrifice virgins too?! Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself cause I make me do what I put my mind to And Im a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but its still tongue-in-cheek, fuck you Im drunk, so, Satan, take the fucking wheel Ima sleep in the front seat Bumpin Heavy D and the Boyz, still Chunky but Funky But in my head theres something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and heres what they want from me Theyre askin me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But fuck it, lifes handin you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I cant batter the women How the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?! Dont mistake him for Satan; its a fatal mistake If you think I need to be overseas and take a vacation To trip a broad, and make her fall on her face and Dont be a retard—be a king? Think not Why be a king when you can be a god?6.7KEmbed

Killshot Lyrics You sound like a bitch, bitch Shut the fuck up When your fans become your haters You done? Fuckin beards weird Alright You yellin at the mic, fuckin weird beard We doin this once You yellin at the mic, your beards weird Why you yell at the mic? Rihanna just hit me on a text Last night I left hickeys on her neck Wait, you just dissed me? Im perplexed Insult me in a line, compliment me on the next Damn, Im really sorry you want me to have a heart attack Was watchin 8 Mile on my NordicTrack Realized I forgot to call you back Heres that autograph for your daughter, I wrote it on a Starter cap Stan, Stan, son Listen, man, Dad isnt mad But how you gonna name yourself after a damn gun And have a man-bun? The giants woke, eyes open, undeniable Supplyin smoke, got the fire stoked Say you got me in a scope, but you grazed me I say one call to Interscope and youre Swayze Your reply got the crowd yelling, Woo! So before you die lets see who can out-petty who With your corny lines —ow, Kelly, ooh But Im 45 and Im still outselling you By 29, I had three albums that had blew Now lets talk about somethin I dont really do Go in someones daughters mouth stealin food But youre a fuckin mole hill Now Ima make a mountain out of you, woo! Ho, chill, actin like you put the chrome barrel to my bone marrow Gunner? Bitch, you aint a bow and arrow Say youll run up on me like a phone bill, sprayin lead Playin dead, thats the only time you hold still Are you eating cereal or oatmeal? What the fucks in the bowl, milk? Wheaties or Cheerios? Cause Im takin a shit in em, Kelly, I need reading material …Dictionary… Yo, Slim, your last four albums sucked Go back to Recovery, oh shoot, that was three albums ago What do you know? Oops Know your facts before you come at me, lil goof Luxury, oh, you broke, bitch? Yeah, I had enough money in 02 To burn it in front of you, ho Younger me? No, you the wack me, its funny but so true Id rather be 80-year-old me than 20-year-old you Til Im hitting old age Still can fill a whole page with a 10-year-olds rage Got more fans than you in your own city, lil kiddy, go play Feel like Im babysitting Lil Tay Got the Diddy okay so you spent your whole day Shootin a video just to fuckin dig your own grave Got you at your own wake, Im the billy goat You aint never made a list next to no Biggie, no Jay Next to Taylor Swift and that Iggy ho, you about to really blow Kelly, theyll be putting your name Next to Ja, next to Benzino—die, motherfucker! Like the last motherfucker sayin Hailie in vain Alien brain, you Satanist My biggest flops are your greatest hits The games mine again and aint nothin changed but the locks So before I slay this bitch I, mwah, give Jade a kiss Gotta wake up Labor Day to this Bein rich-shamed by some prick usin my name for clickbait In a state of bliss cause I said his goddamn name Now I gotta cock back, aim Yeah, bitch, pop Champagne to this! Its your moment This is it, as big as youre gonna get, so enjoy it Had to give you a career to destroy it Lethal injection Go to sleep six feet deep, Ill give you a B for the effort But if I was three-foot-eleven Youd look up to me, and for the record You would suck a dick to fuckin be me for a second Lick a ballsack to get on my channel Give your life to be as solidified This mothafuckin shit is like Rambo when hes out of bullets So what good is a fuckin machine gun when its outta ammo? Had enough of this tatted-up mumble rapper How the fuck can him and I battle? Hell have to fuck Kim in my flannel Ill give him my sandals Cause he knows, long as Im Shady hes gon have to live in my shadow Exhausting, letting off on my offspring Lick a gun barrel, bitch, get off me! You dance around it like a sombrero, we can all see Youre fuckin salty Cause Young Geralds balls-deep inside of Halsey Your red sweater, your black leather You dress better, I rap better That a death threat or a love letter? Little white toothpick Thinks its over a pic, I just dont like you, prick Thanks for dissing me Now I had an excuse on the mic to write Not Alike But really I dont care whos in the right But youre losin the fight you picked Who else want it? Kells—attempt fails! Budden—Ls! Fuckin nails in these coffins as soft as Cottonelle Killshot, I will not fail, Im with the Doc still But this idiots boss pops pills and tells him hes got skills But, Kells, the day you put out a hits the day Diddy admits That he put the hit out that got Pac killed, ah! Im sick of you bein wack And still usin that mothafuckin Auto-Tune So lets talk about it Im sick of your mumble rap mouth Need to get the cock up out it Before we can even talk about it Im sick of your blonde hair and earrings Just cause you look in the mirror and think That youre Marshall Mathers Dont mean you are, and youre not about it So just leave my dick in your mouth and keep my daughter out it Related Songs You fuckin—oh And Im just playin, Diddy You know I love you1.8KEmbed

Lose Yourself Lyrics Look, if you had one shot or one opportunity To seize everything you ever wanted in one moment Would you capture it, or just let it slip? Yo His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy Theres vomit on his sweater already, moms spaghetti Hes nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud He opens his mouth, but the words wont come out Hes choking, how? Everybodys joking now The clocks run out, times up, over, blaow Snap back to reality, ope there goes gravity, ope There goes Rabbit, he choked, hes so mad but he wont Give up that easy, no, he wont have it, he knows His whole backs to these ropes, it dont matter, hes dope He knows that but hes broke, hes so stagnant, he knows When he goes back to this mobile home, thats when its Back to the lab again, yo, this old rhapsody Better go capture this moment and hope it dont pass him, and You better lose yourself in the music The moment, you own it, you better never let it go You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo You better lose yourself in the music The moment, you own it, you better never let it go You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo You better… His souls escaping through this hole that is gaping This world is mine for the taking, make me king As we move toward a New World Order A normal life is boring; but superstardoms Close to post-mortem, it only grows harder Homie grows hotter, he blows, its all over These hoes is all on him, coast-to-coast shows Hes known as the Globetrotter, lonely roads God only knows, hes grown farther from home, hes no father He goes home and barely knows his own daughter But hold your nose, cause here goes the cold water These hoes dont want him no more, hes cold product They moved on to the next schmoe who flows He nose-dove and sold nada, and so the soap opera Is told, it unfolds, I suppose its old, partner But the beat goes on, da-da-dom, da-dom, dah-dah, dah-dah You better lose yourself in the music The moment, you own it, you better never let it go You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo You better lose yourself in the music The moment, you own it, you better never let it go You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo You better… No more games, Ima change what you call rage Tear this motherfuckin roof off like two dogs caged I was playin in the beginning, the mood all changed Ive been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage But I kept rhymin and stepped right in the next cypher Best believe somebodys payin the Pied Piper All the pain inside amplified by the Fact that I cant get by with my nine-to- Five and I cant provide the right type of life for my family Cause man, these goddamn food stamps dont buy diapers And theres no movie, theres no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life And these times are so hard, and its gettin even harder Tryna feed and water my seed, plus teeter-totter Caught up between bein a father and a prima donna Baby mama drama, screamin on her, too much for me to wanna Stay in one spot, another day of monotonys Gotten me to the point Im like a snail, Ive got To formulate a plot or end up in jail or shot Success is my only motherfuckin option, failures not Mom, I love you, but this trailers got To go; I cannot grow old in Salems Lot So here I go, its my shot, feet, fail me not This may be the only opportunity that I got You better lose yourself in the music The moment, you own it, you better never let it go You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo You better lose yourself in the music The moment, you own it, you better never let it go You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo You better… You can do anything you set your mind to, man1.5KEmbed

Godzilla Lyrics Ugh, youre a monster I can swallow a bottle of alcohol and Ill feel like Godzilla Better hit the deck like the card dealer My whole squads in here, walking around the party A cross between a zombie apocalypse and B-Bobby The Brain Heenan which is probably the Same reason I wrestle with mania Shadys in this bitch, Im possed up Consider it to cross me a costly mistake If they sleepin on me, the hoes better get insomnia ADHD, Hydroxycut Pass the Courvoisier In AA with an AK, melee, finna set it like a playdate Better vacate, retreat like a vacay, mayday This beat is cray-cray, Ray J, H-A-H-A-H-A Laughing all the way to the bank, I spray flames They cannot tame or placate the Monster You get in my way, Ima feed you to the monster Im normal during the day, but at night, turn to a monster When the moon shines like Ice Road Truckers I look like a villain outta those blockbusters Godzilla, fire spitter, monster Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet Fire, Godzilla, fire, monster Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet Im just a product of Slick Rick and Onyx, told em lick the balls Had em just appalled, did so many things that pissed em off Its impossible to list em all And in the midst of all this Im in a mental hospital with a crystal ball Tryna see, will I still be like this tomorrow? Risperdal, voices whisper My fist is balled back up against the wall, pencil drawn This is just the song to go ballistic on You just pulled a pistol on a guy with a missile launcher Im just a Loch Ness, the mythological Quick to tell a bitch screw off like a fifth of vodka When you twist the top of the bottle, Im a Monster You get in my way, Ima feed you to the monster Im normal during the day, but at night, turn to a monster When the moon shines like Ice Road Truckers I look like a villain outta those blockbusters Godzilla, fire spitter, monster Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet Fire, Godzilla, fire, monster Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet If you never gave a damn , raise your hand Cause Im about to set trip, vacation plans Im on point like my index is, so all you will ever get is The motherfuckin finger , prostate exam How can I have all these fans and perspire? Like a liars pants, Im on fire And I got no plans to retire and Im still the man you admire These chicks are spazzin out, I only get more handsome and flyer I got em passin out like what you do when you hand someone flyers And what goes around comes around just like the blades on the chainsaw Cause I caught the flack, but my dollars stacked right off the bat like a baseball Like Kid Ink, bitch, I got them racks with so much ease that they call me Diddy Cause I make bands and I call getting cheese a cakewalk Bitch, Im a player, Im too motherfuckin stingy for Cher Wont even lend you an ear, aint even pretending to care But I tell a bitch Ill marry her if shell bury her Face in my genital area, the original Richard Ramirez Cristhian Rivera, cause my lyrics never sit well So they wanna give me the chair Like a paraplegic, and its scary, call it Hari Kari Cause ery Tom and Dick and Harry carry a Merriam motherfuckin dictionary on em Swearing up and down they can spit, this shits hilarious Its time to put these bitches in the obituary column We wouldnt see eye to eye with a staring problem Get the shaft like a steering column Trigger happy, pack heat, but its black ink Evil half of the Bad Meets Evil, that means take a back seat Take it back to Fat Beats with a maxi single Look at my rap sheet, what attracts these people Is my Gangsta Bitch like Apache with a catchy jingle I stack chips, you barely got a half-eaten Cheeto Fill em with the venom and eliminate em Other words, I Minute Maid em I dont wanna hurt em, but I did, Im in a fit of rage Im murderin again, nobody will evade Im finna kill em and dump all their fuckin bodies in the lake Obliterating everything, incinerate a renegade Im here to make anybody who want it with the pen afraid But dont nobody want it, but theyre gonna get it anyway Cause Im beginnin to feel like Im mentally ill Im Attila, kill or be killed, Im a killer bee, the vanilla gorilla Youre bringin the killer within me outta me You dont wanna be the enemy of the demon who entered me And be on the receivin end of me, what stupidity itd be Every bit of mes the epitome of a spitter When Im in the vicinity, motherfucker, you better duck Or you finna be dead the minute you run into me A hundred percent of you is a fifth of a percent of me Im bout to fuckin finish you, bitch, Im unfadable You wanna battle, Im available, Im blowin up like an inflatable Im undebatable, Im unavoidable, Im unevadable Im on the toilet bowl, I got a trailer full of money and Im paid in full Im not afraid to pull a— Man, stop Look what Im plannin, haha1.2KEmbed

The Monster Lyrics Im friends with the monster thats under my bed Get along with the voices inside of my head Youre tryin to save me, stop holdin your breath And you think Im crazy, yeah, you think Im crazy I wanted the fame but not the cover of Newsweek Oh well, guess beggars cant be choosey Wanted to receive attention for my music Wanted to be left alone in public, excuse me For wantin my cake, and eat it too, and wantin it both ways Fame made me a balloon cause my ego inflated When I blew, see, but it was confusing Cause all I wanted to dos be the Bruce Lee of loose leaf Abused ink, used it as a tool when I blew steam Whoo! Hit the lottery, ooh-wee! But with what I gave up to get it was bittersweet It was like winnin a used mink Ironic cause I think Im gettin so huge I need a shrink Im beginnin to lose sleep: one sheep, two sheep Goin coo-coo and kooky as Kool Keith But Im actually weirder than you think, cause Im— Im friends with the monster thats under my bed Get along with the voices inside of my head Youre tryin to save me, stop holdin your breath And you think Im crazy, yeah, you think Im crazy Well, thats nothin Well, thats nothin Now, I aint much of a poet But I know somebody once told me to seize the moment And dont squander it cause you never know when it all Could be over tomorrow, so I keep conjurin Sometimes I wonder where these thoughts spawn from Yeah, ponderinll do you wonders No wonder youre losin your mind, the way it wanders Yodel-odel-ay-hee-hoo! I think it went wanderin off down yonder And stumbled onto Jeff VanVonderen Cause I need an interventionist To intervene between me and this monster And save me from myself and all this conflict Cause the very thing that I loves killin me and I cant conquer it My OCDs conkin me in the head, keep knockin Nobodys home, Im sleepwalkin Im just relayin what the voice in my heads sayin Dont shoot the messenger, Im just friends with the— Im friends with the monster thats under my bed Get along with the voices inside of my head Youre tryin to save me, stop holdin your breath And you think Im crazy, yeah, you think Im crazy Well, thats nothin Well, thats nothin Call me crazy, but I have this vision, one day that Ill walk amongst you a regular civilian But until then, drums get killed and Im comin straight at MCs, blood gets spilled and Ill take you back to the days that Id get on a Dre track Give every kid who got played that pumped-up feelin And shit to say back to the kids who played him I aint here to save the fuckin children But if one kid out of a hundred million Who are goin through a struggle, feels it and relates, thats great Its payback, Russell Wilson fallin way back In the draft, turn nothin into somethin, still can make that Straw into gold, chump, I will spin—Rumpelstiltskin in a haystack Maybe I need a straightjacket Face facts: I am nuts for real, but Im okay with that Its nothin, Im still friends with the— Im friends with the monster thats under my bed Get along with the voices inside of my head Youre tryin to save me, stop holdin your breath And you think Im crazy, yeah, you think Im crazy Im friends with the monster thats under my bed Get along with the voices inside of my head Youre tryin to save me, stop holdin your breath And you think Im crazy, yeah, you think Im crazy Well, thats nothin Well, thats nothin 899Embed

Lucky You Lyrics Woah, Joyner, Joyner, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, I done did a lot of things in my day, I admit it I dont take back what I say, if I said it, then I meant it All my life I want a Grammy, but Ill prolly never get it I aint never had no trophy or no motherfuckin ribbon Fuck the system, Im that nigga, bend the law, cut the rules Im about to risk it all, I aint got too much to lose Yall been eatin long enough, its my turn to cut the food Pass the plate , where my drink ? This my day , lucky you, fuck you too, woo! Yall gotta move, yall gotta move, yall gotta move Give me some room , give me some room , give me the juice Hop out the coupe, hop out the coupe, hop out and shoot Yall gotta move , yall gotta move , give me the juice Back on my bullshit, my back to the wall Turn my back on you, all of you finished Back to these bullets, its back to the job Pull my MAC out and all of you runnin Back on my hood shit, its back to the pushin These packs and Im actually pumpin Cant fuck with you rappers, you practically suckin You mighta went platinum but that dont mean nothin Im actually buzzin this time Straight out the kitchen, I told em the oven is mine I do not fuck with you guys If I dont kill you, just know you gon suffer this time I aint no gangster, but I got some bangers Some chains and some blades and a couple of knives Choppers and jammies, a partridge, a pear tree My Twelve Days of Christmas was nothin but lies Run at you hard like a sumo They say I talk like a chulo I live on Mars, Im not Bruno Bitch, Im a dog, call me Cujo You play your cards, I reverse on you all And I might just draw four like a Uno Cállate boca mejor, maricón Little puto, and all of you culo Theyve embedded the level, I been the ghetto to ghetto Lookin for somethin I prolly can never find now Shit get realer, but til all the beef die down In truth, a nigga just really want me tied down Ive been alone and I never needed nobody Just only me and my shawty, Ill tell these niggas to lie down Keep all the money, I never wanted the lifestyle I just pray to God that my sonll be alright now I said aint no love for the other side Or anyone who ever want smoke When I die Im goin out as the underdog who never lost hope You in the wrong cab, down the wrong path Nigga, wrong way, wrong road Snakes in the grass tryna slither fast I just bought a fuckin lawn mower Related Songs I done said a lotta things in my day, I admit it This is payback in a way , I regret it that I did it I done won a couple Grammys, but I sold my soul to get em Wasnt in it for the trophies , just the fuckin recognition Fucks the difference? Im that cracker, bend the law, fuck the rules Man, I used to risk it all, now I got too much to lose Ive been eatin long enough, man, my stomach should be full I just ate, licked the plate, my buffet, lucky me, fuck you think? I got a couple of mansions Still, I dont have any manners You got a couple of ghostwriters But to these kids, it dont actually matter Theyre askin me, What the fuck happened to hip-hop? I said, I dont have any answers Cause I took an L when I dropped my last album It hurt me like hell, but Im back on these rappers And actually comin from humble beginnings Im somewhat uncomfortable winning I wish I could say, What a wonderful feeling! Were on the upswing like were punchin the ceiling! But nothin is feeling like anyone has any fuckin ability To even stick to a subject, its killin me The inability to pen humility Ha-ta-ta, ba-ta-ta, why dont we make a bunch of Fuckin songs about nothin and mumble em? Fuck it, Im goin for the jugular Shit is a circus, you clowns that are comin up Dont give an ounce of a motherfuck About the ones that were here before you that made rap Lets recap, way back, MCs that Wreak havoc on tape decks ADATs, where the G Raps and Kanes at? We need 3 Stacks ASAP and bring Masta Ace back Cause half of these rappers have brain damage All the lean rappin, face tats, syruped out like tree sap I dont hate trap , and I dont wanna seem mad But in fact , where the old me at? The same cat That would take that feedback and aim back, I need that But I think its inevitable they know what button to press Or what lever to pull to give me to snap though And if I pay it attention, Im probly makin it bigger But youve been takin ya dicks and Im fuckin back, ho On the brink, any minute got me thinkin of finishin Everything with acetaminophen and reapin the benefits Im asleep at the wheel again, as I begin to thinkin about an evil intent of another beat Ima kill again Cause even if I gotta end up eating a pill again Even ketamine or methamphetamine with the minithin It better be at least seventy or three-hundred milligram And I might as well cause Ima end up bein a villain again Levels to this shit, I got an elevator You could never say to me Im not a fuckin record breaker I sound like a broken record every time I break a record Nobody could ever take away the legacy I made, I never cater Motherfucker, now I got a right to be this way I got spite inside my DNA But I roll til the wheels fall off, Im working tirelessly, ayy Its the moment yall been waitin for like California Wishin rain to pour in that drought, yall Been prayin for my downfall From the 8 Mile to the Southpaw Still the same Marshall, that outlaw That they say as a writer mightve fell off Im back on that bull like the cowboy So yall gotta move, yeah, yall gotta move, yeah, yall gotta move Give me some room , give me some room , give me the juice Hop out the coupe , hop out the coupe , hop out and shoot Yall gotta move , yall gotta move , give me the juice795Embed

The Ringer Lyrics Plane crash Yeah Yo, Im just gonna write down my first thoughts, and see where this takes me, ’cause I feel like I wanna punch the world in the fuckin face right now Yeah Let me explain just how to make greatness Straight out the gate, Im ’bout to break it down Aint no mistakes allowed, but make no mistake, Im bout To rape the alphabet, I may raise some brows If I press the issue just to get the anger out Full magazine could take Staples out Savage but aint thinkin bout no bank account But bitch, Im off the chain like Kala Brown Motherfucker, shut the fuck up when I’m talkin’, lil bitch I’m sorry, wait, whats your talent? Oh, critiquin My talent? Oh, bitch, I dont know who the fuck y’all are To give a sub-par bar or even have an opinion of you You mention me, millions of views, attention in news I mention you, lose-lose for me, win-win for you Billions of views, your ten cents are two Skim through the music to give shit reviews To get clicks, but bitch, you just lit the fuse Dont get misconstrued, business as us Shit-list renewed, so get shit to do Or get dissed cause I just dont get What the fuck half the shit is that youre listenin to Do you have any idea how much I hate this choppy flow Everyone copies though? Probly no Get this fuckin audio out my Audi, yo, adiós I can see why people like Lil Yachty, but not me though Not even dissin, it just aint for me All I am simply is just an emcee Maybe Stan just isnt your cup of tea Maybe your cups full of syrup and lean Maybe I need to stir up shit, preferably Shake the world up if it were up to me Paul wants me to chill, yall want me to ill I should eat a pill, probably I will Old me killed the new me, watch him bleed to death I breathe on the mirror, I dont see my breath Possibly Im dead, I must be possessed Like an evil spell, Im E-V-I-L Jam a Crest Whitestrip in the tip of my dick With an ice pick, stick it in a vise grip Hang it on a spike fence, bang it with a pipe wrench While I take my ball sack and flick it like a light switch Like Vice President Mike Pence Back up on my shit in a sidekick as I lay it on a spike strip These are things that Id rather do than hear you on a mic Since nine tenths of your rhyme is about ice and Jesus Christ, man, how many times is Someone gonna fuck on my bitch? You wont ever see Em icy But as cold as I get on the M-I-C I polarize shit, so the Thames might freeze And your skull might split like I bashed you upside it Bitch, I got the club on smash like a nightstick Turn down for what? I aint loud enough, nah, turn the Valium up Cause I dont know how Im gonna get your mouths to shut Now when it doesnt matter what caliber I spit at, Ill bet a hundred thousand bucks Youll turn around and just be like, Man, how the fuck Sourpuss gonna get mad just cause his album sucks? And now he wants to take it out on us But last week, an ex-fan mailed me a copy Of The Mathers LP to tell me to study Itll help me get back to myself and shell love me I mailed the bitch back and said if I did that Id just be like everyone else in the fucking industry Especially an effing Recovery clone of me So finger-bang, chicken wang, MGK, Igg Azae Lil Pump, Lil Xan imitate Lil Wayne I should aim at everybody in the game, pick a name Im fed up with bein humble And rumor is Im hungry, Im sure you heard rumblings I heard you wanna rumble like an empty stomach I heard your mumblin but its jumbled in mumbo-jumbo The era that Im from will pummel you, thats what its comin to What the fuck youre gonna do when you run into it? Im gonna crumble you and Ill take a number two And dump on you, if you aint Joyner If you aint Kendrick or Cole or Sean, then youre a goner Im bout to bring it to anyone in this bitch who want it I guess when you walk into BK you expect a Whopper You can order a Quarter Pounder when you go to McDonalds But if youre lookin to get a porterhouse you better go get Revival But yall are actin like I tried to serve you up a slider Maybe the vocals shoulda been auto-tuned And you woulda bought it But sayin I no longer got it Cause you missed a line and never caught it Cause it went over your head, because youre too stupid to get it Cause youre mentally retarded, but pretend to be the smartest With your expertise and knowledge, but youll never be an artist And Im harder on myself than you could ever be regardless What Ill never be is flawless, all Ill ever be is honest Even when Im gone theyre gonna say I brought it Even when I hit my forties like a fuckin alcoholic With a bottle full of malt liquor But I couldnt bottle this shit any longer The fact that I know that Ima hit my bottom If I dont pull myself from the jaws of defeat and rise to my feet I dont see why yall even started with me I get in beefs, my enemies die I dont cease fire til at least all are deceased Im east side, never be caught slippin Now you see why I dont sleep, not even a wink, I dont blink I dont doze off, I dont even nod to the beats I dont even close my fuckin eyes when I sneeze Aw, man! That BET cypher was weak, it was garbage The Thing aint even orange—oh my God, thats a reach! Shout to all my colorblind people Each and everyone of yall, if you call a fire engine green Aquamarine, or you think water is pink Dawg, thats a date — Looks like an olive to me Look, theres an apple! — No, its not, its a peach! So finger-bang, Pootie Tang Burger King, Gucci Gang, dookie, dang Charlamagne gonna hate anyway, doesnt matter what I say Give me Donkey of the Day What a way for 2018 to get underway But Im gonna say everything that I wanna say Welcome to the slaughterhouse, bitch! Invite em in like a One A Day Im not done Cause I feel like the beast of burden That line in the sand, was it even worth it? Cause the way I see people turnings Makin it seem worthless, its startin to defeat the purpose Im watchin my fan base shrink to thirds And I was just tryin to do the right thing, but word Has the court of public opinion reached a verdict Or still yet to be determined? Cause Im determined to be me, critiqued or worshipped But if I could go back, Id at least reword it And say I empathize with the people this evil serpent Sold the dream to that hes deserted But I think its workin These verses are makin him a wee bit nervous And hes too scurred to answer me with words Cause he knows that he will lyrically get murdered But I know at least hes heard it Cause Agent Orange just sent the Secret Service To meet in person to see if I really think of hurtin him Or ask if Im linked to terrorists I said, Only when it comes to ink and lyricists But my beef is more media journalists I said, my beef is more meaty, a journalist Can get a mouthful of flesh And yes, I mean eating a penis Cause theyve been pannin my album to death So Ive been givin the media fingers Dont wanna turn this to a counseling sesh But theyve been puttin me through the ringer So I aint ironin shit out with the press But I just took this beat to the cleaners732Embed

Homicide Lyrics Son, you know why you the greatest alive? Why, Dad? Because you came out of my balls, nigga Hahahahahaha Fuck rap Bustin like an addict with a semi-automatic Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back Hold up, catch a vibe, aint no way in hell we leavin nobody alive Leave a suicide note, fuck that Bobby feelin villainous, he killin this Im comin for your man and his lady and even the baby Im feelin like Im, chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady with rabies Im foamin at the mouth, aint nobody takin me out Every single rapper in the industry, yeah, they know what Im about And I dare you to test me Cause not a single one of you motherfuckers impress me And maybe thats a little bit of an exaggeration But Im full of innovation And Im tired of all of this high school Hes cool, hes not rap shit Can a single one of you motherfuckers even rap? Shit No, this aint a diss to the game, this a gas to the flame Nowadays, everybody sound the same, shits lame Like a moth to the flame, Ima reel em in and kill em Know you feelin lyricism when Im spillin it, Im feelin myself Yeah, yeah, Bobby Boy, he be feelin himself Mass murder like this cant be good for my health When I rap like this, do I sound like shit? Well, it dont really matter, cause Im killin this shit Yeah, Im killin this shit Oh yeah, oh yeah, Im killin this shit Bobby, how many times you been killin this shit? Find another rhyme, goddamn, nigga, shit Fuck rap Bustin like an addict with a semi-automatic Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back Hold up, catch a vibe, aint no way in hell we leavin nobody alive Leave a suicide note, fuck that Bobby feelin villainous, he killin this Im comin for your man and his lady and even the baby Im feelin like Im, chika-chika-chika-chika Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady Theres nowhere to hide, we call this shit genocide Hit em with that and they die We gon leave em crucified, we call this shit genocide I got bitches, I got hoes, I got rare designer clothes No, we aint fuckin with that Yeah, theres a time and a place But if you aint comin with the illest of raps Callin yourself the greatest alive Then you dont deserve to do that No, no, oh no, no, please do not do that You gon get smacked You gon make Bobby attack You gon make Bobby Boy snap You gon make Bobby Boy snap Fuck rap Bustin like an addict with a semi-automatic Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back Hold up, catch a vibe, aint no way in hell we leavin nobody alive Leave a suicide note, fuck that Bobby feelin villainous, he killin this Im comin for your man and his lady and even the baby Im feelin like Im chika-chika-chika-chika Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like JAY-Z Jig is up, you fuckers who didnt write anything Are getting washed, liga-liga-liga, like bathing Young Hova, I know hitters like Yankees Gun toters that pull triggers like crazy Unloadin, leave you shot up in your Rover Your body goes limp and slumps over Like A-Rod in a month lull, but he just homered Hol up, I said Rover because now your Rover is red Like Red Rover, so you know what I meant But I roll over my opponents instead Makin dog sounds cause I gotta keep breakin these bars down Ill go slow for the speds But when I go like the Dobermann said I still think the would go over your head Beast mode, motherfuckers bout to get hit With so many foul lines, youll think Im a free throw Figured it was about time for people to eat crow You about to get out-rhymed, how could I be dethroned? I stay on my toes like the repo, a behemoth in sheeps clothes From the East Coast to the West, Im the ethos and Im the G.O.A.T Who the best, I dont gotta say a fuckin thing, though Cause MCs know But you dont wanna hear me spit the facts Your shit is ass like a tailbone Or youre trapped in your cell phone Or my chicken scratch, or my self-loathe I dont wanna fuckin listen to you spit your raps someone else wrote Used to get beat up by the big kids Used to let the big kids steal my big wheel And I wouldnt do shit but just sit still Now moneys not a big deal Im rich, I wipe my ass with six mill Big bills like a platypus A caterpillars comin to get the cannabis Im lookin for the smoke but you motherfuckers are scatterin Batterin everything and Ive had it with the inadequate Man, I can see my dick is standin stiff as a mannequin And Im bringin the bandana back, and the fuckin headband again A handkerchief and Im thinkin of bringin the fuckin fingerless gloves back And not giving a singular fuck, like fuck rap I sound like a fuckin millionaire With a Derringer with a hair trigger Bout to bear hug a fuckin terrier, the Ric Flair dripper Yall couldnt hold a candle at a prayer vigil When I vent, they compare me to a fuckin air duct Im bout to bare-knuckle it, nah, fuck it Im gonna go upside their head with a Nantucket Abraca-fuckin-dabra The track is the blood, Im attracted, Im attackin it What? Dracula, fuck that shit Im up, back with a thud Man, stop Look what Im plannin, plannin, Im plannin to Do all this while ya panickin And youre lookin and starin at mannequins And Im goin to Fanagans Trying to get up a plan against All of the blana-kazana-ka-fam-bam-bannigans While of all the bana-kazanika Hanna in a cabana Youre in a cab- Im in a cabana and a Janet Im in a cabana chantin all this standup banter While you dont got the stamina, youre lackin the stamina Youre lackin the stamina while youre divorcin Harrison Ford And Im in a Porsche on the floorboards While Im world tourin You usin way too many napkins, papkins Lapkins and chapki- You using ChapStick and napkins while Im bapkin Flappin around like a bapkin Flamminababbitapannitajampkin Dammit, a can of pada-742Embed

Stan Lyrics My teas gone cold, Im wondering why I Got out of bed at all The morning rain clouds up my window And I cant see at all And even if I could itd all be gray But your picture on my wall It reminds me that its not so bad, its not so bad My teas gone cold, Im wondering why I Got out of bed at all The morning rain clouds up my window And I cant see at all And even if I could itd all be gray But your picture on my wall It reminds me that its not so bad, its not so bad Dear Slim, I wrote you, but you still aint callin I left my cell, my pager and my home phone at the bottom I sent two letters back in autumn, you must notve 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, whats been up, man? Hows your daughter? My girlfriends pregnant too, Im bout to be a father If I have a daughter, guess what Ima call her? Ima name her Bonnie I read about your Uncle Ronnie too, Im sorry I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didnt want him I know you probably hear this every day, but Im 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 phat Anyways, I hope you get this, man, hit me back Just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan, this is Stan My teas gone cold, Im wondering why I Got out of bed at all The morning rain clouds up my window And I cant see at all And even if I could itd all be gray But your picture on my wall It reminds me that its not so bad, its not so bad Dear Slim, you still aint called or wrote, I hope you have a chance I aint mad, I just think its fucked up you dont answer fans If you didnt want to talk to me outside your concert, you didnt have to But you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew Thats my little brother, man, hes only six years old We waited in the blisterin cold For you, for four hours, and you just said no Thats pretty shitty, man, youre like his fuckin idol He wants to be just like you, man, he likes you more than I do I aint that mad, though I just dont like bein lied to Remember when we met in Denver? You said if Id write you, you would write back See, Im 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 youre sayin in your songs So when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put em on ‘Cause I dont really got shit else So that shit helps when Im depressed I even got a tattoo with your name across the chest Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds Its 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 girlfriends jealous cause I talk about you 24/7 But she dont know you like I know you, Slim, no one does She dont know what it was like for people like us growin up You gotta call me, man, Ill be the biggest fan youll ever lose Sincerely yours, Stan—P.S. We should be together too My teas gone cold, Im wondering why I Got out of bed at all The morning rain clouds up my window And I cant see at all And even if I could itd all be gray But your picture on my wall It reminds me that its not so bad, its not so bad Dear Mr. Im-Too-Good-to-Call-or-Write-My-Fans Thisll be the last package I ever send your ass Its been six months, and still no word—I dont deserve it? I know you got my last two letters, I wrote the addresses on em perfect So this is my cassette Im sendin you, I hope you hear it Im in the car right now, Im doin 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 drownin But didnt, then Phil saw it all, then at a show he found him? Thats kinda how this is: you coulda rescued me from drownin Now its too late, Im on a thousand downers now—Im 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 loved you, Slim, we coulda been together—think about it! You ruined it now, I hope you cant sleep and you dream about it And when you dream I hope you cant sleep and you scream about it I hope your conscience eats at you and you cant breathe without me See, Slim—shut up, bitch! Im tryin to talk Hey, Slim, thats my girlfriend screamin in the trunk But I didnt slit her throat, I just tied her up—see? I aint like you ‘Cause if she suffocates shell suffer more and then shell die too Well, gotta go, Im almost at the bridge now Oh, shit, I forgot—how am I supposed to send this shit out?! My teas gone cold, Im wondering why I Got out of bed at all The morning rain clouds up my window And I cant see at all And even if I could itd all be gray But your picture on my wall It reminds me that its not so bad, its not so bad Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner, but I just been busy You said your girlfriends pregnant now, how far along is she? Look, Im really flattered you would call your daughter that And heres an autograph for your brother; I wrote it on a Starter cap Im sorry I didnt see you at the show, I mustve missed you Dont think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you But whats this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too? I say that shit just clownin, dawg, come on, how fucked up is you? You got some issues, Stan, I think you need some counselin To help your ass from bouncin off the walls when you get down some And whats this shit about us meant to be together? That type of shitll 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 youll be doin just fine If you relax a little, Im glad I inspire you, but Stan Why are you so mad? Try to understand that I do want you as a fan I just dont 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 didnt say who it was to Come to think about it, his name was—it was you Damn…648Embed

Without Me Lyrics Obie Trice, real name, no gimmicks Two trailer park girls go round the outside Round the outside, round the outside Two trailer park girls go round the outside Round the outside, round the outside Guess whos back? Back again Shadys back, tell a friend Guess whos back? Guess whos back? Guess whos back? Guess whos back? Guess whos back? Guess whos back? Guess whos back Ive created a monster, cause nobody wants to See Marshall no more; they want Shady, Im chopped liver Well, if you want Shady, this what Ill give ya A little bit of weed mixed with some hard liquor Some vodka thatll jump-start my heart quicker Than a shock when I get shocked at the hospital By the doctor when Im not co-operating When Im rocking the table while hes operating You waited this long, now stop debating Cause Im back, Im on the rag and ovulating I know that you got a job, Ms. Cheney But your husbands heart problems 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 cause this shits about to get heavy I just settled all my lawsuits, fuck you, Debbie! Now this looks like a job for me So everybody, just follow me Cause we need a little controversy Cause it feels so empty without me I said this looks like a job for me So everybody, just follow me Cause we need a little controversy Cause it feels so empty without me Little hellions, kids feeling rebellious Embarrassed, their parents still listen to Elvis They start feeling like prisoners, helpless Til someone comes along on a mission and yells, Bitch! A visionary, vision is scary Could start a revolution, polluting the airwaves, a rebel So just let me revel and bask In the fact that I got everyone kissing my ass And its a disaster, such a catastrophe For you to see so damn much of my ass—you asked for me? Well, Im back, da-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na Fix your bent antenna, tune it in, and then Im gonna Enter in, and up under your skin like a splinter The center of attention, back for the winter, Im interesting The best thing since wrestling, infesting in your kids ears and nesting Testing, Attention please Feel the tension soon as someone mentions me Heres my ten cents; my two cents is free A nuisance, who sent? You sent for me? Now this looks like a job for me So everybody, just follow me Cause we need a little controversy Cause it feels so empty without me I said this looks like a job for me So everybody, just follow me Cause we need a little controversy Cause it feels so empty without me A tisk-it a task-it, Ill go tit-for-tat wit Anybody whos 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 thirty-six-year-old baldheaded fag, blow me You dont know me; youre too old, let go Its over, nobody listens to techno Now lets go, just give me the signal Ill be there with a whole list full of new insults Ive 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 Im disgusting But its just me, Im just obscene Though Im 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 Theres a concept that works Twenty million other white rappers emerge But no matter how many fish in the sea Itd be so empty without me Now this looks like a job for me So everybody, just follow me Cause we need a little controversy Cause it feels so empty without me I said this looks like a job for me So everybody, just follow me Cause we need a little controversy Cause it feels so empty without me Hum, dei-dei, la-la, la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la Hum, dei-dei, la-la, la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la Kids!432Embed

Venom Lyrics I got a song filled with shit for the strong-willed When the world gives you a raw deal Sets you off til you scream, Piss off! Screw you! When it talks to you like you dont belong Or tells you youre in the wrong field When somethings in your mitochondrial Cause it latched on to you, like— Knock knock, let the devil in Manevolent as Ive ever been, head is spinnin This medicines screamin, L-L-L-Let us in! L-L-L-Like a salad bowl, Edgar Allan Poe Bedridden, shoulda been dead a long time ago Liquid Tylenol, gelatins, think my skeletons meltin Wicked, I get all high when I think Ive smelled the scent Of elephant manure—hell, I meant Kahlúa Screw it, to hell with it, I went through hell with accelerants And blew up my-my-myself again Volkswagen, tailspin, bucket matches my pale skin Mayo and went from Hellmanns and being rail thin Filet-o-Fish, Scribble Jam, Rap Olympics 97 Freaknik How can I be down? Me and Bizarre in Florida Proofs room slept on the floor of da motel then Dr. Dre said, Hell yeah! And I got his stamp like a postcard, word to Mel-Man And I know theyre gonna hate But I dont care, I barely can wait To hit em with the snare and the bass Square in the face, this fuckin world better prepare to get laced Because theyre gonna taste my— Venom, adrenaline momentum And Im not knowin when Im Ever gonna slow up and Im Ready to snap any moment Im Thinkin its time to go get em They aint gonna know what hit em Venom, adrenaline momentum And Im not knowin when Im Ever gonna slow up and Im Ready to snap any moment Im Thinkin its time to go get em They aint gonna know what hit em I said knock knock, let the devil in Shotgun p-p-pellets in the felt pen Cocked, fuck around and catch a hot one It-its evident Im not done V-Venomous, the thoughts spun Like a web and you just caught in em Held against your will like a hubcap or mud flap Beat strangler attack So this aint gonna feel like a love tap Eat painkiller pills, fuck up the track Like, whats her names at the wheel? Danica Patrick Threw the car into reverse at the Indy, a nut crashin Into ya, the back of it just mangled steel My Mustang and the Jeep Wrangler grill With the front smashed, much as my rear fender, assassin Slim be a combination of an actual kamikaze and Gandhi Translation, I will probably kill us both When I end up backin into ya You aint gonna be able to tell what the fucks happenin to ya When youre bit with the— Related Songs Venom, adrenaline momentum And Im not knowin when Im Ever gonna slow up and Im Ready to snap any moment Im Thinkin its time to go get em They aint gonna know what hit em Venom, adrenaline momentum And Im not knowin when Im Ever gonna slow up and Im Ready to snap any moment Im Thinkin its time to go get em They aint gonna know what hit em I said knock knock, let the devil in Alien, E-E-Elliott phone home Aint no telling when this chokehold On this game will end, Im loco Became a Symbiote, so My fangs are in your throat, ho Youre snake-bitten with my—venom With the ballpoint pen Im Gun cocked, bump stock, double-aught, buckshot Tire thumper, a garrote, tie a couple knots Fired up and caught fire, juggernaut Punk rock, bitch, its goin down like Yung Joc Cause the Doc put me on like sunblock Why the fuck not, you only get one shot Ate shit til I cant taste it Chased it with straight liquor Then paint thinner, then drank til I faint And awake with a headache And I take anything in rectangular shape Then I wait to face the demons Im bonded to Cause theyre chasin me but Im part of you So escapin me is impossible I latch onto you like a—parasite And I probably ruined your parents life And your childhood too Cause if Im the music that yall grew up on Im responsible for you retarded fools Im the super villain Dad and Mom was losin their marbles to You marvel that? Eddie Brock is you And Im the suit, so call me— Venom, adrenaline momentum And Im not knowin when Im Ever gonna slow up and Im Ready to snap any moment Im Thinkin its time to go get em They aint gonna know what hit em Venom, adrenaline momentum And Im not knowin when Im Ever gonna slow up and Im Ready to snap any moment Im Thinkin its time to go get em They aint gonna know what hit em 547Embed

River Lyrics Ive been a liar, been a thief Been a lover, been a cheat All my sins need holy water, feel it washing over me Well, little one, I dont want to admit to something If all its gonna cause is pain Truth and my lies right now are falling like the rain So let the river run Hes comin home with his neck scratched, to catch flack Sweat jackets and dress slacks, mismatched On his breaths Jack, hes a sex addict And she just wants to exact revenge and get back Its a chess match, shes on his back like a jet-pack Shes kept track of all his Internet chats And guess who just happens to be movin on to the next Actually, just shit on my last chick and she has what my ex lacks Cause she loves danger, psychopath And you dont fuck with no mans girl, even I know that But shes devised some plan to stab him in the back Knife in hand, says their relationships hangin by a strand So shes been on the web lately Says maybe shell be my Gwen Stacy, to spite her man And I know shes using me to try to play him, I dont care Hi Suzanne, but I shoulda said Bye Suzanne After the first night, but tonight I am Ive been a liar, been a thief Been a lover, been a cheat All my sins need holy water, feel it washing over me Well, little one, I dont want to admit to something If all its gonna cause is pain The truth and my lies now are falling like the rain So let the river run A one-night stand turned a two-night stand It was come sunlight, scram, now we hug tight, and... He found out, now she feels deserted and used Cause he left, so what? He did it first to her too Now how am I supposed to tell this girl that were through? Its hard to find the words, Im aloof, nervous, and Sue Dont want this to hurt, but what you deserve is the truth Dont take it personal, I just cant say this in person to you So I revert to the studio, like hole-in-the-wall diners Dont have to be reserved in a booth I just feel like the person who Im turning intos Irreversible, I preyed on you like its church at the pew And now that I got you I dont want you Took advantage in my thirst to pursue Why do I do this dirt that I do? Get on my soapbox and preach, my sermon and speech Detergent and bleach is burnin the wound Cause now with her in the womb We cant bring her in this world, shoulda knew To use protection fore I bit into your forbidden fruit Fuck! Ive been a liar, been a thief Been a lover, been a cheat All my sins need holy water, feel it washing over me Well, little one, I dont want to admit to something If all its gonna cause is pain The truth and my lies now are falling like the rain So let the river run My names , my names River , river run Call me , call me River , well let the river run Always the bridesmaid, never The bride, hey! Fuck can I say? If life was a highway And deceit was an enclave, Id be swerving in five lanes Speeds at a high rate, like Im slidin on ice, maybe Thats why I may have came at you sideways I cant keep my lies straight But I made you terminate my baby This love triangle left us in a wreck, tangled What else can I say? It was fun for a while Bet I really woulda loved your smile Didnt really wanna abort, but fuck it Whats one more lie, to tell our unborn child? Ive been a liar, been a thief Been a lover, been a cheat All my sins need holy water, feel it washing over me Well, little one I dont want to admit to something If all its gonna cause is pain The truth and my lies now are falling like the rain So let the river run480Embed

The Real Slim Shady Lyrics 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? Were gonna have a problem here... Yall 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 divorced, throwin her over furniture Its the return of the Oh, wait, no way, youre kidding He didnt just say what I think he did, did he? And Dr. Dre said… nothing, you idiots! Dr. Dres dead, hes locked in my basement Feminist women love Eminem Chicka, chicka, chicka, Slim Shady, Im sick of him Look at him, walkin around, grabbin his you-know-what Flippin the you-know-who, Yeah, but hes so cute though Yeah, I probably got a couple of screws up in my head loose But no worse than whats goin on in your parents bedrooms Sometimes I wanna get on TV and just let loose But cant, but its cool for Tom Green to hump a dead moose My bum is on your lips, my bum is on your lips And if Im lucky, you might just give it a little kiss And thats the message that we deliver to little kids And expect them not to know what a womans clitoris is Of course, theyre gonna know what intercourse is By the time they hit fourth grade Theyve got the Discovery Channel, dont they? We aint nothin but mammals—well, some of us, cannibals Who cut other people open like cantaloupes But if we can hump dead animals and antelopes Then theres no reason that a man and another man cant elope But if you feel like I feel, I got the antidote Women, wave your pantyhose, sing the chorus, and it goes— Im Slim Shady, yes, Im the real Shady All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating So wont the real Slim Shady please stand up Please stand up, please stand up? Cause Im Slim Shady, yes, Im the real Shady All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating So wont the real Slim Shady please stand up Please stand up, please stand up? Will Smith dont gotta cuss in his raps to sell records Well, I do, so fuck him and fuck you too! You think I give a damn about a GRAMMY? Half of you critics cant even stomach me, let alone stand me But Slim, what if you win, wouldnt 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 Little bitch put me on blast on MTV Yeah, hes cute, but I think hes married to Kim, hee-hee I should download her audio on MP3 And show the whole world how you gave Eminem VD Im sick of you little girl and boy groups All you do is annoy me, so I have been sent here to destroy you And theres a million of us just like me Who cuss like me, who just dont 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 Cause Im Slim Shady, yes, Im the real Shady All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating So wont the real Slim Shady please stand up Please stand up, please stand up? Cause Im Slim Shady, yes, Im the real Shady All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating So wont the real Slim Shady please stand up Please stand up, please stand up? Im like a head trip to listen to, cause Im only givin you Things you joke about with your friends inside your livin room The only difference is I got the balls to say it in front of yall And I dont gotta be false or sugarcoat it at all I just get on the mic and spit it And whether you like to admit it, 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? Its funny, cause at the rate, Im going, when Im thirty Ill be the only person in the nursing home flirting Pinching nurses asses when Im jacking off with Jergens And Im jerking, but this whole bag of Viagra isnt working In every single person there’s a Slim Shady lurking He could be working at Burger King, spittin on your onion rings Or in the parking lot, circling, screaming, I dont 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? Im Slim Shady, yes, Im the real Shady All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating So wont the real Slim Shady please stand up Please stand up, please stand up? Cause Im Slim Shady, yes, Im the real Shady All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating So wont the real Slim Shady please stand up Please stand up, please stand up? Cause Im Slim Shady, yes, Im the real Shady All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating So wont the real Slim Shady please stand up Please stand up, please stand up? Cause Im Slim Shady, yes, Im the real Shady All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating So wont the real Slim Shady please stand up Please stand up, please stand up? Ha ha, I guess theres a Slim Shady in all of us Fuck it, lets all stand up! 429Embed

Berzerk Lyrics Now this shits about to kick off, this party looks wack Lets take it back to straight hip-hop and start it from scratch Im bout to bloody this track up, everybody get back Thats why my pen needs a pad, cause my rhymes on the rag Just like I did with addiction, Im bout to kick it Like a magician, critics I turn to crickets Got em still on the fence whether to picket But quick to get it impaled when I tell em, Stick it! So sick, Im looking pale—wait, thats my pigment Bout to go ham, ya bish, shout out to Kendrick Lets bring it back to that vintage Slim, bitch! The art of MCing mixed with da Vinci and MC Ren And I dont mean Stimpys friend, bitch Been Public Enemy since you thought PE was gym, bitch Kick your shoes off, let your hair down All night long Grow your beard out, just weird out All night long Were gonna rock this house until we knock it down So turn the volume loud Cause its mayhem til the A.M So, baby, make just like K-Fed And let yourself go, let yourself go Say, Fuck it! before we kick the bucket Lifes too short to not go for broke So everybody, everybody Grab your vial, yeah Guess its just the way that Im dressed, aint it? Khakis pressed, Nike shoes crispy and fresh laced So I guess it aint that aftershave Or cologne that made em just faint Plus I showed up with a coat fresher than wet paint So if love is a chess game, check mate But girl, your bodys bangin, jump me in, dang, bang-bang Yes siree Bob, I was thinking the same thang So come get on this Kids rock, baw with da baw, dang-dang Pow-p-p-p-pow, chica, pow, chica, wow-wow Got your gal blowin up a valve, v-v-valve-valve Aint slowin it down, throw in the towel, t-t-towel-towel Dumb it down, I dont know how, huh-huh, how-how At least I know that I dont know Question is, are you bozos smart enough to feel stupid? Hope so, now ho Kick your shoes off, let your hair down All night long Grow your beard out, just weird out All night long Were gonna rock this house until we knock it down So turn the volume loud Cause its mayhem til the A.M So crank the bass up like crazy And let yourself go, let yourself go Say, Fuck it! before we kick the bucket Lifes too short to not go for broke So everybody, everybody Get your vinyls And they say that love is powerful as cough syrup in styrofoam All I know is I fell asleep and woke up in that Monte Carlo With the ugly Kardashian, Lamar, oh Sorry, yo—we done both set the bar low Far as hard drugs are though, thats the past But I done did enough codeine to knock Future into tomorrow And girl, I aint got no money to borrow But I am tryin to find a way to get you alone: car note Oh, Marshall Mathers Shithead with a potty mouth, get the bar of soap lathered Kangols and Carheartless Cargos Girl, youre fixin to get your heart broke Dont be absurd, maam, you birdbrain, baby I aint called anybody baby since Birdman, unless youre a swallow Word, Rick? But dont get discouraged, girl This is your jam, unless you got toe jam Kick your shoes off, let your hair down All night long Grow your beard out, just weird out All night long Were gonna rock this house until we knock it down So turn the volume loud Cause its mayhem til the A.M So, baby, make just like K-Fed And let yourself go, let yourself go Say, Fuck it! before we kick the bucket Lifes too short to not go for broke So everybody, everybody Grab your vial, yeah Were gonna rock this house until we knock it down So turn the volume loud Cause its mayhem til the A.M So crank the bass up like crazy And let yourself go, let yourself go Say, Fuck it! before we kick the bucket Lifes too short to not go for broke So everybody, everybody Get your vials452Embed

Not Alike Lyrics Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up! Yeah Brain dead, eye drops Pain meds, cyclops Daybed, iPod May-back, Maybach Trainwrecks, sidewalks Payless, high-tops K-Fed, iHop Playtex, icebox Thats how much we have in common Thats how much we have in common Up on this mic when were on it Thats how much we have in common Thats how much we have in common Thats how much we have in common We are not alike, theres nada like us on the mic I dont do Jordans and Audemars I do explosions and Molotovs Yall blowin smoke as if yall aint washed I blow the smoke from the car exhaust Flyin to a party I am not invited to, feelin like the streets need me I aint gotta dance long as my Ferrari Spider move like C Breezy I dont gotta hire goons Id rather try to buy the moon and breathe freely The sky is blue, the tires new The Maserati white and cool like G-Eazy Why these dudes tryna figure out How to do a freestyle as fly as me? Im confused tryna figure out How to do Kapri Styles and Mya G Everybody doin chick joints Prolly rob these little dudes at fist point Member everybody used to bite Nickel Now everybody doin Bitcoin We dont got nothin in common We dont got nothin in common Yall into stuff like doubled-up Styrofoam cups On them uppers-and-downers Im into stuff like doublin commas Find me a brother whos solid To count this shit up and then bust this shit down When the cops hit us up, we can flush this shit down We cannot give a fuck, shit, a fuckin colonic Sellin your cock and your butt for a follower Possible couple of dollars, you powder sniff Now you slippin, call it a power trip, a product of politics Yall went from profit and toppin the charts To dropped in the park in a pile of shit Knowledge is power, but powerless If youve got it and you do not acknowledge it Yall music sound like Dr. Seuss inspired it Hirin strippers, prostitute retirin We can spit it for your advance Im fit to be king, youre cut out to fit in Prince pants You niggas— Brain dead, eye drops Pain meds, cyclops Daybed, iPod May-back, Maybach Trainwrecks, sidewalks Payless, high-tops K-Fed, iHop Playtex, icebox Thats how much we have in common Thats how much we have in common Up on this mic when were on it Thats how much we have in common Thats how much we have in common Thats how much we have in common We are not alike, theres nada like us— You say you affiliated with murderers, killers The people you run with are thuggin But you just a wannabe gunner Like you was gonna do somethin Actin like you catchin bodies And you got juice, lil youngin, you buggin You aint never even been charged in connection with battery Bitch, you aint plugged into nothin Rap God spit lyrical bullets And gats cock, your partners better tool up This has not to do with muscular But have guns for sure, you better put a Strap on, other words if youre gonna Roll up with your youre gon need a arsenal Cause this bar is over your head So you better⁠—gun cock⁠—have arms if youre gonna pull up Oh, you run the streets, huh? Now you wanna come and fuck with me, huh? This little cock-sucker, he must be feelin himself He wants to keep up his tough demeanour So he does a feature, decides to team up with N9na But next time you dont gotta use Tech N9ne If you wanna come at me with a sub, Machine Gun And Im talkin to you But you already know who the fuck you are, Kelly I dont use sublims and sure as fuck dont sneak-diss But keep commenting on my daughter Hailie I keep on telling motherfuckers But, just in case you forgot really and need Ja memories jarred like strawberry or pineapple apricot jelly I respond rarely, but this time Shady bout to sound off Like a fuckin cocked semi-Glock Demigod Let me put a fuckin silencer on this little Non-threatening blond fairy cornball takin shots at me Youre not ready, fool, break yourself like Rock Steady Crew Obviously, Im not getting through We can get it poppin like Redenbach, letting off like Remy Ma Heavy artille—ry, Godzilla harsh with a hard shell With a motherfucking heart bigger than Bizarres belly Only time youll ever say I lost Youll be talkin bout Fetty Wap, better call Diddy Just to try to get me off of ya Better hope I dont call Trick Trick Bitch, this shit dont fly in our city Punk, you dont disrespect OGs, R.I.P. Prodigy Sold Dre my soul and then told him the moment he signed me That Id be the most hated, though made it So that theres no shame, its okay to own it Cause life is a bitch, shes a bow-legged ho But now those days are over I Harvey Weinstein a bathrobe hanging open My code name is groper, I role play with lotion I fucked on the world then I throw away the Trojan Old lederhosen with home-made explosives Ill blow eighty holes in you Dont make me go in, I O. J. the flows And Im insult to injury, Rolaids to Goldman Im throat spray and Motrin, I throated Nicole As they both there to choke and my whole blade is soakin A double-edge sword, it cuts both ways, I poke and I stick and I turn in a rotating motion Invisible with the pen, Im at the pinnacle to sick individuals Stick my dick and put the tip in at minimal Im fuckin these syllables, I let em lick on my genitals Im a fucking invincible, indefensible, despicable, difficult prick A little bit unpredictable, I spit the formidable That you bitches fuckin with, the original I consider me and Nickel identical —but not us The only thing we have in commons Im a dick and you suck Otherwise one has nothin to do with the other None come close to skunk, bug, soldier Tongue, shrub, shoulder, one month older Sponge, mug, folder, nun, rug, holster Lug nut, coaster, lung, jug, roaster Young Thug poster, unplugged toaster Thats how much we have in common Thats how much we have in common Up on this mic when were on it Thats how much we have in common Thats how much we have in common Thats how much we have in common We are not alike, theres nada like us— 406Embed

Fall Lyrics You know, everybodys been tellin me What they think about me for the last few months Its too loud Maybe its time I tell em what I think about them Cant hear it coming down the hallway stairs from the parking lot Its too loud Three’s not a crowd all up in it Slow fire Dont fall on my face Dont fall on my faith, oh Dont fall on my fate Dont fall on my faith, oh Dont fall on my fate Dont fall on my– Gotta concentrate, against the clock I race Got no time to waste, Im already late, I got a marathoners pace Went from addict to a workaholic, word to Dr. Dre In that first marijuana tape—guess I got a chronic case And I aint just blowin smoke, less its in your mommas face I know this time Paul and Dre They wont tell me what not to say And though me and my party days Have all pretty much parted ways Youd swear to God I forgot Im the guy that made Not Afraid One last time for Charlamagne If my response is late, its just how long it takes To hit my fuckin radar, Im so far away These rappers are like Hunger Games One minute, theyre mockin JAY Next minute, they get their style from Migos or they copy Drake Maybe I just dont know when to turn around and walk away But all the hate, I call it Walk-on-Water-Gate Ive had as much as I can tolerate Im sick and tired of waitin, I done lost my patience I can take all of you motherfuckers on at once You wanted Shady? You got him! Dont fall on my face Dont fall on my faith, oh Dont fall on my fate Dont fall on my faith, oh Dont fall on my fate Somebody tell Budden before I snap, he better fasten it Or have his body bag get zipped The closest thing hes had to hits is smackin bitches And dont make me have to give it back to Akademiks Say this shit is trash again, Ill have you twisted Like you had it when you thought you had me slippin at the telly Even when Im gettin brain, youll never catch me with a thot Lacking with it, He aint spittin like this on his last shit Ho, you better go back and listen You know me better, thinkin Ill slow or let up Call it trap cause its a total setup Hopin that you rappers fall in that Dre said, Hold your head up! —Kathy Griffin Stackin ammunition, slap the clip in, cock it back on competition This is how I shot ahead —Gabby Gifford My attack is vicious, Jack the Ripper, back in business Tyler create nothin, I see why you called yourself a , bitch Its not just cause you lack attention Its because you worship D12s balls, youre sack-religious If youre gonna critique me You better at least be as good or better Get Earl the Hooded Sweater Whatever his name is to help you put together Some words, more than just two letters The fans waited for this moment like that feature When I stole the show , sorry if I took forever Dont fall on my face Dont fall on my faith, oh Dont fall on my fate Dont fall on my faith, oh Dont fall on my fate Just remember, I was here before you And Ill be here after you make your run-in for you Detractors, Ima have to fuck Pitchfork with a corkscrew Just what the doctor ordered Revenge is the best medicine Increase the dose, from least to most And then tell the Grammys to go and fuck themselves They suck the blood from all the biggest artists like some leeches So they nominate em, get em there, get a name to MC the show Every parasite needs a host Then give Album of the Year to somebody that no ones ever even heard of All I know is I wrote every single word of everything I ever murdered Time to separate the sheep from goats And I got no faith in your writers, I dont believe in ghosts When rap needed it most, I was that wing and a prayer A beacon of hope, put a B-I-R-D in the air Somewhere some kid is bumpin this while he lip-syncs in the mirror Thats who Im doin it for, the rest I dont really even care But you would think Im carryin a Oxford dictionary in my pocket How Im buryin these artists On a scale of turnt youre minus Mine says very, yours says hardly And whats scary is you probly can compare me to your car cause Im just barely gettin started And far as Lord Jamar, you better leave me the Hell alone Or Ill show you an Elvis clone Walk up in this house you own, thrust my pelvic bone Use your telephone and go fetch me the remote Put my feet up and just make myself at home I belong here, clown! Dont tell me bout the culture! I inspired the Hopsins, the Logics, the Coles, the Seans, the K-Dots, the 59s, and oh Brought the world 50 Cent, you did squat, piss and moan But Im not gonna fall, bitch! Its too loud Cant hear it coming down the hallway stairs from the parking lot Its too loud Three’s not a crowd all up in it Slow fire324Embed

’Till I Collapse Lyrics Cause sometimes you just feel tired Yo, left, yo, left Feel weak and when you feel weak Yo, left, right, left You feel like you wanna just give up Yo, left, yo left But you gotta search within you Yo, left, right, left Try to find that inner strength and just pull that shit out of you Yo, left, yo left And get that motivation to not give up Yo, left, right, left And not be a quitter, no matter how bad Yo, left, yo left You wanna just fall flat on your face and collapse Yo, left, right, left Til I collapse Im spillin these raps long as you feel em Til the day that I drop youll never say that Im not killin em ‘Cause when I am not, then Ima stop pennin em And I am not hip-hop and Im just not Eminem Subliminal thoughts, when Ima stop sendin em? Women are caught in webs, spin em and hock venom Adrenaline shots of penicillin could not get the illin to stop Amoxicillins just not real enough The criminal, cop-killin, hip-hop villain A minimal swap to cop millions of Pac listeners Youre comin with me, feel it or not Youre 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 shizzle, my wizzle, this is the plot, listen up You bizzles forgot, Slizzle does not give a fuck Til the roof comes off, til the lights go out Til my legs give out, cant shut my mouth Til the smoke clears out, am I high? Perhaps Ima rip this shit til my bones collapse Til the roof comes off, til the lights go out Until the roof, until the roof Til my legs give out, cant shut my mouth The roof comes off, the roof comes off Til the smoke clears out, am I high? Perhaps Until my legs, until my legs Ima rip this shit til my bones collapse Give out from underneath me Related Songs Music is like magic, theres a certain feelin you get When you real and you spit, and people are feelin your shit This is your moment, and every single minute you spend Tryna hold on to it cause you may never get it again So while youre in it, try to get as much shit as you can And when your run is over, just admit when its at its end Cause Im at the end of my wits with half the shit that gets in I got a list, heres the order of my list that its in It goes: Reggie, Jay-Z, 2Pac and Biggie André from OutKast, Jada, Kurupt, Nas, and then me But in this industry Im the cause of a lot of envy So when Im not put on this list, the shit does not offend me Thats why you see me walk around like nothings botherin me Even though half you people got a fuckin problem with me You hate it, but you know respect you got to give me The presss wet dream, like Bobby and Whitney — Nate, hit me! Til the roof comes off, til the lights go out Til my legs give out, cant shut my mouth Til the smoke clears out, am I high? Perhaps Ima rip this shit til my bones collapse Til the roof comes off, til the lights go out Until the roof, until the roof Til my legs give out, cant shut my mouth The roof comes off, the roof comes off Til the smoke clears out, am I high? Perhaps Until my legs, until my legs Ima rip this shit til my bones collapse Give out from underneath me Soon as a verse starts, I eat at an MCs heart What is he thinking? How not to go against me, smart And its absurd how people hang on every word Ill probly never get the props I feel I ever deserve But Ill never be served, my spot is forever reserved If I ever leave Earth, that would be the death of me first ‘Cause in my heart of hearts I know nothin could ever be worse Thats why Im clever when I put together every verse My thoughts are sporadic, I act like Im an addict I rap like Im addicted to smack like Im Kim Mathers But I dont wanna go forth and back in constant battles The fact is I would rather sit back and bomb some rappers So this is like a full-blown attack Im launchin at em The track is on some battlin raps, who wants some static? ‘Cause I dont really think that the fact that Im Slim matters A plaque and platinum status is wack if Im not the baddest, so Til the roof comes off, til the lights go out Til my legs give out, cant shut my mouth Til the smoke clears out, am I high? Perhaps Ima rip this shit til my bones collapse Til the roof comes off, til the lights go out Until the roof, until the roof Til my legs give out, cant shut my mouth The roof comes off, the roof comes off Til the smoke clears out, am I high? Perhaps Until my legs, until my legs Ima rip this shit til my bones collapse Give out from underneath me Until the roof, until the roof The roof comes off, the roof comes off Until my legs, until my legs Give out from underneath me I, I will not fall, I will stand tall Feels like no one could beat me542Embed

8 Mile: B-Rabbit vs Papa Doc Lyrics Now, everybody from the 313 Put your motherfuckin hands up and follow me! Everybody from the 313 Put your motherfuckin hands up! Look, look Now, while he stands tough Notice that this man did not have his hands up This Free Worlds got you gassed up Now, whos afraid of the Big Bad Wolf? One, two, three, and to the four One Pac, two Pac, three Pac, four Four Pac, three Pac, two Pac, one Youre Pac, hes Pac, no Pac, none This guy aint no motherfuckin MC I know everything hes bout to say against me I am white, I am a fucking bum I do live in a trailer with my mom My boy Future is an Uncle Tom I do got a dumb friend named Cheddar Bob Who shoots himself in his leg with his own gun I did get jumped by all six of you chumps And Wink did fuck my girl Im still standin here screaming, Fuck the Free World! Dont ever try to judge me, dude You dont know what the fuck Ive been through But I know something about you You went to Cranbrook, thats a private school Whats the matter, dawg? You embarrassed? This guys a gangster? His real names Clarence And Clarence lives at home with both parents And Clarence parents have a real good marriage This guy dont wanna battle, hes shook Cause aint no such things as halfway crooks Hes scared to death, hes scared to look At his fucking yearbook; fuck Cranbrook! Fuck a beat, Ill go a cappella Fuck a Papa Doc, fuck a clock, fuck a trailer Fuck everybody! Fuck yall if you doubt me! Im a piece of fucking white trash, I say it proudly And fuck this battle, I dont wanna win, Im outtie Here, tell these people something they dont know about me Yo...Related Songs251Embed

Love the Way You Lie Lyrics Just gonna stand there and watch me burn? Well, thats all right because I like the way it hurts Just gonna stand there and hear me cry? Well, thats all right because I love the way you lie I love the way you lie I cant tell you what it really is, I can only tell you what it feels like And right now, theres a steel knife in my windpipe I cant breathe, but I still fight while I can fight As long as the wrong feels right, its like Im in flight High off her love, drunk from her hate Its like Im huffin paint and I love her, the more I suffer, I suffocate And right before Im about to drown, she resuscitates me She fuckin hates me, and I love it — Wait! Where you going? — Im leaving you! — No, you aint! Come back! — Were runnin right back, here we go again Its so insane, cause when its goin good, its goin great Im Superman with the wind at his back, shes Lois Lane But when its bad, its awful, I feel so ashamed I snapped, Whos that dude?, I dont even know his name I laid hands on her, Ill never stoop so low again I guess I dont know my own strength Just gonna stand there and watch me burn? Well, thats all right because I like the way it hurts Just gonna stand there and hear me cry? Well, thats all right because I love the way you lie I love the way you lie I love the way you lie You ever love somebody so much you can barely breathe when youre with em? You meet, and neither one of you even know what hit em Got that warm fuzzy feelin, yeah, them chills, used to get em Now youre gettin fuckin sick of lookin at em? You swore youd never hit em, never do nothin to hurt em Now youre in each others face Spewin venom in your words when you spit em You push, pull each others hair, scratch, claw, bit em Throw em down, pin em So lost in the moments when youre in em Its the rage that took over, it controls you both So they say youre best to go your separate ways Guess that they dont know ya Cause today, that was yesterday, yesterday is over Its a different day, sound like broken records playin over But you promised her, next time youll show restraint You dont get another chance, life is no Nintendo game But you lied again Now you get to watch her leave out the window Guess thats why they call it window pane Related Songs Just gonna stand there and watch me burn? Well, thats all right because I like the way it hurts Just gonna stand there and hear me cry? Well, thats all right because I love the way you lie I love the way you lie I love the way you lie Now, I know we said things, did things that we didnt mean Then we fall back into the same patterns, same routine But your tempers just as bad as mine is, youre the same as me When it comes to love youre just as blinded, baby, please Come back, it wasnt you, baby, it was me Maybe our relationship isnt as crazy as it seems Maybe thats what happens when a tornado meets a volcano All I know is I love you too much to walk away though Come inside, pick up your bags off the sidewalk Dont you hear sincerity in my voice when I talk? Told you this is my fault, look me in the eyeball Next time Im pissed, Ill aim my fist at the drywall Next time? There wont be no next time! I apologize, even though I know its lies Im tired of the games, I just want her back, I know Im a liar If she ever tries to fuckin leave again, Ima tie her To the bed and set this house on fire, just gonna— Just gonna stand there and watch me burn? Well, thats all right because I like the way it hurts Just gonna stand there and hear me cry? Well, thats all right because I love the way you lie I love the way you lie I love the way you lie300Embed

Kamikaze Lyrics Okay, how do I say this? Last year didnt work out so well for me 2018, well Hah, yeah, Im a fuckin kamikaze crashin into everything You beat me, Islamic Nazi, that means there is no such thing Ive been goin for your jugular since Craig G Duck Alert Wedgie in my underwear, the whole bed sheet and the comforter Stuck up in my rectal crack, kiss my disrespectful ass Ill ride through your cul-de-sac Window cracked, bumpin your reference tracks Y-You collaborative effort rap, I-I have never said his raps O-Overstayed my welcome, stepped in crap And ruined your welcome mat So spit that shit from the heart, you didnt write like you wrote it While I teabag the microphone cause I go nuts on it Like a fighter jet lined with explosives thatll strike any moment Headed right at opponents and Im the fuckin pilot that flown it Im bout to— Smash into everyone, crash into everything Back and Ive just begun, FACK 2017 Fack, fack on everyone Fack, fack on everyone Fack, fack on everyone Im a Kamikaze, gonna Smash into everyone, crash like an F-15 Damage already done, yall shoulda let me be Fack, fack on everyone Fack, fack on everyone Fack, fack on everyone Im a Kamikaze, gonna I turned to rap cause it made me feel tough when I wasnt From the moment I heard rappers cussin, I was in Which is why I identify with the guy Who I was invented by, Dres Frankenstein Energized like a nine volt Ice cold like Snake Eyes, twice in a row on a dice roll But if the only reason I blowed is cause Im white though Why dont every other white rapper sell what I sold? Kamikaze pilot, I wrote my suicide note Here come the guys in white coats tryin to stop me Fore I jump behind the controls and try to fly into foes Cause Im takin yall with me when I go cyclone I dont think this typhoons letting up any time soon, here I go Eyes closed, blindfolded, Im bout to— Smash into everyone, crash into everything Back and Ive just begun, FACK 2017 Fack, fack on everyone Fack, fack on everyone Fack, fack on everyone Im a Kamikaze, gonna Smash into everyone, crash like an F-15 Damage already done, yall shoulda let me be Fack, fack on everyone Fack, fack on everyone Fack, fack on everyone Im a Kamikaze, gonna Smash Kamikaze, kamikaze Kami, kami-kamikaze, kamikaze, kami-kamikaze Take a look at what Ive done I heard your freestyle on Shade 45, that shit was embarrassing There is no way we ever air that shit again, I guarantee that Wait, that shit was so ass its somethin we wouldnt dare re-air it The shits embarrassing as me rear-ending Tara Reid bare In my therapy chair, my dick is the hair length of Cher Each nut is the chair width of an Acorn stairlift, beware of me Lyrically Im terrible, better get your lyrics prepared Richard Ramirez is here, serial killin every beat there is Wait, wait, got the eeriest feelin Somethin evil is lurkin, Im no conspiracy theorist But somethin here is a foot—oh yeah, its my dick Get the measurin stick , 12 inches of wood Wait, but Ive been goin for your jugular since Craig G Duck Alert And Ive come to pay respects Cause if you sleep youre fucked—other words You get laid to rest and I hope your butt is hurt Put me on a track, I go cray-on it like a color book You got some views, but youre still below me Mine are higher, so when you compare our views, you get overlooked And I dont say the hook unless I wrote the hook And now Im just freestylin in the vocal booth And you know Ive always spoke the truth Youre lyin through your teeth so much you broke a tooth And it aint somethin I need a phone to do When I say I cant wait til I get ahold of you And I dont know what Im sposed to do Line up the rappers, take my pic like a photo shoot220Embed

Mockingbird Lyrics Yeah I know sometimes Things may not always make sense to you right now But ayy Whatd Daddy always tell you? Straighten up, little soldier, stiffen up that upper lip What you cryin about? You got me Hailie, I know you miss your mom, and I know you miss your dad When Im gone, but Im tryna give you the life that I never had I can see youre sad, even when you smile, even when you laugh I can see it in your eyes, deep inside you wanna cry Cause youre scared, I aint there, Daddys witchu in your prayers No more cryin, wipe them tears, Daddys here, no more nightmares We gon pull together through it, we gon do it Lainie—Uncles crazy, aint he? Yeah, but he loves you, girl, and you better know it Were all we got in this world when it spins, when it swirls When it whirls, when it twirls, two little beautiful girls Lookin puzzled, in a daze, I know its confusin you Daddys always on the move, Mommas always on the news I try to keep you sheltered from it, but somehow it seems The harder that I try to do that, the more it backfires on me All the things growin up as Daddy that he had to see Daddy dont want you to see, but you see just as much as he did We did not plan it to be this way, your mother and me But things have got so bad between us, I dont see us ever bein Together ever again, like we used to be when we was teenagers But then, of course, everything always happens for a reason I guess it was never meant to be, but its just something We have no control over, and thats what destiny is But no more worries, rest your head and go to sleep Maybe one day well wake up and thisll all just be a dream Now hush, little baby, dont you cry Everythings gonna be alright, stiffen that upper lip Up, little lady, I told ya, Daddys here to Hold ya through the night, I know Mommys not Here right now, and we dont know why We fear how we feel inside It may seem a little crazy, pretty baby but I promise Mommas gon be alright Heh, its funny I remember back one year when Daddy had no money Mommy wrapped the Christmas presents up and stuck em under the tree And said some of em were from me cause Daddy couldnt buy em Ill never forget that Christmas, I sat up the whole night cryin Cause Daddy felt like a bum—see, Daddy had a job but his job Was to keep the food on the table for you and Mom and at the time Every house that we lived in either kept gettin Broken into and robbed or shot up on the block and your mom Was savin money for you in a jar Tryna start a piggy bank for you so you could go to college Almost had a thousand dollars, til someone broke in and stole it And I know it hurts so bad it broke your mommas heart And it seemed like everything was just startin to fall apart Mom and Dad was arguin a lot, so Momma moved back On to Chalmers in the flat, one-bedroom apartment And Dad moved back to the other side of 8 Mile on Novara And thats when Daddy went to California with his CD And met Dr. Dre and flew you and Momma out to see me But Daddy had to work, you and Momma had to leave me Then you started seein Daddy on the TV, and Momma didnt like it And you and Lainie were too young to understand it Papa was a rolling stone, Momma developed a habit And it all happened too fast for either one of us to grab it Im just sorry you were there and had to witness it firsthand Cause all I ever wanted to do was just make you proud Now Im sittin in this empty house just reminiscin Lookin at your baby pictures, it just trips me out To see how much you both have grown, its almost like youre sisters now Wow, guess you pretty much are, and Daddys still here Lainie, Im talkin to you too, Daddys still here I like the sound of that, yeah, its got a ring to it, dont it? Shh! Mommas only gone for the moment Related Songs Now hush, little baby, dont you cry Everythings gonna be alright, stiffen that upper lip Up, little lady, I told ya, Daddys here to Hold ya through the night, I know Mommys not Here right now, and we dont know why We fear how we feel inside It may seem a little crazy, pretty baby but I promise Mommas gon be alright and if you ask me to Daddys gonna buy you a mockingbird Ima give you the world, Ima buy a Diamond ring for you, Ima sing for you, Ill do anything For you to see you smile, and if that Mockingbird dont sing and that ring dont shine Ima break that birdies neck, Ill go back to the Jeweler who sold it to ya and make him Eat every carat, dont fuck with Dad! 363Embed

Walk on Water Lyrics I walk on water But I aint no Jesus I walk on water But only when it freezes Why are expectations so high? Is it the bar I set? My arms, I stretch, but I can’t reach A far cry from it, or its in my grasp, but as Soon as I grab, squeeze I lose my grip like the flying trapeze Into the dark I plummet, now the skys blackening I know the mark’s high, butter– Flies rip apart my stomach Knowin that no matter what bars I come with Youre gonna harp, gripe, and Thats a hard Vicodin to swallow, so I scrap these As pressure increases like khakis I feel the ice cracking, because— I walk on water But I aint no Jesus I walk on water But only when it freezes Its the curse of the standard, that the first of the Mathers disc set Always in search of the verse that I haven’t spit yet Will this step just be another misstep To tarnish whatever the legacy, love or respect I’ve garnered? The rhyme has to be perfect, the delivery flawless And it always feels like Im hittin’ the mark Til I go sit in the car, listen and pick it apart Like, This shit is garbage! Gods given me all this, still I feel no different regardless Kids look to me as a god, this is retarded If only they knew, its a facade and it’s exhaustive And I try not to listen to nonsense But if you bitches are tryin to strip me of my confidence Mission accomplished Im not God-sent, Nas, Rakim, Pac, B.I.G., James Todd Smith And Im not Prince, so… I walk on water But I aint no Jesus I walk on water But only when it freezes Cause Im only human, just like you Making my mistakes, oh if you only knew I dont think you should believe in me the way that you do Cause Im terrified to let you down, oh Its true, Im a Rubiks—a beautiful mess At times juvenile, yes, I goof and I jest A flawed human, I guess But Im doin my best to not ruin your ex– Pectations and meet em, but first The Speedom verse, now Big Sean Hes goin too fast, is he gonna shout or curse out his mom? There was a time I had the world by the balls, eatin out my palm Every album song I was spazzin the fuck out on And now Im gettin clowned and frowned on But the only one whos looking down on Me that matters nows DeShaun Am I lucky to be around this long? Begs the question though Especially after the methadone As yesterday fades and the Dresden home Is burnt to the ground and all thats left of my house is lawn The crowds are gone And its time to wash out the blonde Sales decline, the curtains drawn Theyre closin the set, Im still pokin my head from out behind And everyone who has doubt, remind Now take your best rhyme, outdo it, now do it a thousand times Now let em tell ya the world no longer cares Or gives a fuck about your rhymes And as I grow outta sight, outta mind, I might go outta mine Cause how do I ever let this mic go without a fight When I made a fuckin tightrope outta twine? But when I do fall from these heights though, Ill be fine I wont pout or cry or spiral down or whine But Ill decide if its my final bow this time around, cause— I walk on water But I aint no Jesus I walk on water But only when it freezes Cause Im only human, just like you Ive been making my mistakes, oh if you only knew I dont think you should believe in me the way that you do Cause Im terrified to let you down, oh If I walked on water, I would drown Cause Im just a man But as long as I got a mic, Im godlike So me and you are not alike Bitch, I wrote Stan440Embed

Bad Guy LyricsPart 1: Produced by S1 and M-Phazes Its like Im in this dirt, digging up old hurt Tried everything to get my mind off you, it wont work All it takes is one song on the radio, youre Right back on it, reminding me all over again how you fucking just brushed me off and left me so burnt Spent a lot of time tryna soul search Maybe I needed to grow up a little first Well, looks like I hit a growth spurt But Im coming for closure Dont suppose an explanation Im owed for The way that you turned your back on me just when I may have needed you most—oh, you thought it was over? You could just close the Chapter and go about your life like it was nothing You ruined mine but you seem to be doing fine Well, Ive never recovered But tonight I bet you that what youre Bout to go throughs tougher than anything I ever have suffered Cant think of a better way to define poetic justice Can I hold grudges? Mind saying, Let it go, fuck this! Hearts saying, I will, once I bury this bitch alive, hide the shovel And then drive off in the sunset. I flee the scene like it was my last ride You see right through Oh, you had me pegged the first time You can see the truth But its easier to justify Whats bad is good And I hate to be the bad guy I just hate to be the bad guy I just hate to be the bad guy And to think I used to think you was the shit, bitch To think it was you at one time I worshipped, shit Think you can hurt people and just keep getting away with it? Not this time, you better go and get the sewing kit, bitch! Finish this stitch, so you can reap what you sew, nitwit Thought some time would pass and Id forget it? Forget it! You left our family in shambles And you expect me to just get over him, pretend he never existed? May be gone but hes not forgotten And dont think ‘cause hes been out the picture so long that Ive stopped the plotting and still aint coming to get ya Youre wrong and that shit was rotten And the way you played hims same shit you did to me, cold Have you any idea the shit that Ive gone through? Feelings I harbor? All this pent-up resentment I hold on to? Not once you call to ask me how Im doing Letters, you dont respond to em Fuck it, Im coming to see you And, gee, who better to talk to than you? The cause of my problems My life is garbage, and Im bout to take it out on ya Poof, then Im gone, voosh I flee the scene like it was my last ride You see right through Oh, you had me pegged the first time You can see the truth But its easier to justify Whats bad is good And I hate to be the bad guy I just hate to be the bad guy I just hate to be the bad guy Ive been drivin around your side of this town Like nine frickin hours and forty-five minutes now Finally I found your new address, park in your drive Feel like Ive been waitin on this moment all of my life And its now arrived and my mouth is full of saliva My knife is out and Im duckin on the side of your house See, its sad it came to this point Such a disappointment I had to make this appointment To come and see ya, but I aint here for your empathy I dont need your apology or your friendship or sympathy Its revenge that I seek So I sneak vengefully, and treat your bedroom window Like I reach my full potential—I peeked Continue to peep, still bent low, then keep Tapping the glass lightly then start to crescendo, sneak All the way round to the back porch Man, door handles unlocked, shouldnt be that easy to do this You dont plan for intruders beforehand? Surprised to see me? Cat got your tongue? Gag, chloroform rag, dag, almost hack-up a lung Like you picked an axe up and swung, stick to the core plan Dragged to the back of a trunk by one of your fans Ironys spectacular, huh? Now whos a faggot, you punk? And heres your Bronco hat You can have that shit back ‘cause they suck Its just me, you and the music now, Slim, I hope you hear it Were in a car right now—wait, here comes my favorite lyric Im the bad guy who makes fun of people that die. And hey, heres a sequel to my Mathers LP just to try to get people to buy Hows this for a publicity stunt? This should be fun! Last album now ‘cause after this youll be officially done Eminem killed by M and M, Matthew Mitchell Bitch, I even have your initials I initially was gonna bury you next to my brother, but fuck it Since youre in love with your city so much, I figured, what the fuck, the best place you could be buried alive is right here Two more exits, time is quite near Hope we dont get stopped, no license I fear That sirens I hear? Guess ninety on the freeway wasnt the brightest idea As cops appear in my drivers side mirror Hope Foxtrot gets an aerial shot of your burial plot, at least New plan, Stan! Slim: Chauvinist pig drove in this big Lincoln Town Car Well, gotta go, almost at the bridge Ha ha, big bro, its for you; Slim, this is for him And Frank Ocean; oh, hope you can swim good Now say you hate homos again! Part 2: Produced by StreetRunner I also represent Anyone on the receiving end of those jokes you offend Im the nightmare you fell asleep and then woke up still in Im your karma closin in with each stroke of a pen Perfect time to have some remorse to show for your sin Nope, its hopeless, Im the denial that youre hopelessly in When they say all of this is approaching its end But you refuse to believe that its over, here we go all over again Backs to the wall, Im stackin up all them odds Toilets clogged, yeah, ‘cause Im talkin a lot of shit but Im backin it all up But in my head theres a voice in the back and it hollers After the track is demolished I am your lack of a conscience Im the ringing in your ears Im the polyps on the back of your tonsils Eating your vocal cords after your concerts Im your time thats almost up that you havent acknowledged Grab for some water But Im that pill thats too jagged to swallow Im the bullies you hate that you became with every faggot you slaughtered comin back on ya Every woman you insult, batter, but the double-standard you have when it comes to your daughters I represent everything you take for granted ‘Cause Marshall Mathers, the rappers persona Is half a facade, and Matthew and Stans just symbolic Of you not knowin what you had til its gone ‘Cause after all the glitz and the glam No more fans that are calling your name Cameras are off, sad, but it happens to all of them Im the hindsight to say, “I told you so!” Foreshadows of all the things that are to follow Im the future thats here to show you what happens tomorrow If you dont stop after they call ya Biggest laughing stock of rap who cant call it quits When its time to walk away, Im every guilt trip The baggage you have, but as you gather up all your possessions If theres anything you have left to say Less it makes an impact then dont bother So fore you rest your case better make sure youre packing a wallop So, one last time, Im back Fore it fades into black and its all over Behold the final chapter in a saga Tryna recapture that lightning trapped in a bottle Twice, the magic that started It all, tragic portrait of an artist Tortured, trapped in his own drawings Tap into thoughts blacker and darker Than anything imaginable; here goes a wild stab in the dark Uh, as we pick up where the last Mathers left off579Embed

Forever Lyrics It may not mean nothin to yall But understand, nothin was done for me So I dont plan on stoppin at all I want this shit forever, mane, ever, mane, ever, mane Im shuttin shit down in the mall And tellin every girl she the one for me And I aint even plannin to call I want this shit forever, mane, ever, mane, ever, mane Last name Ever, first name Greatest Like a sprained ankle, boy, I aint nothin to play with Started off local, but thanks to all the haters I know G-IV pilots on a first name basis In your city, faded off the brown, Nino She insist she got more class, we know Swimmin in the money, come and find me, Nemo If I was at the club, you know I balled, chemo Dropped the mixtape, that shit sounded like an album Whod have thought a countrywide tourd be the outcome? Labels want my name beside a X, like Malcolm Everybody got a deal, I did it without one Yeah, nigga, Im about my business Killin all these rappers, you would swear I had a hit list Everyone who doubted me is askin for forgiveness If you aint been a part of it, at least you got to witness, bitches It may not mean nothin to yall But understand, nothin was done for me So I dont plan on stoppin at all I want this shit forever, mane, ever, mane, ever, mane Im shuttin shit down in the mall And tellin every girl she the one for me And I aint even plannin to call I want this shit forever, mane, ever, mane, ever, mane Ever-ever, Mr. West is in the buildin Aint no question who about to kill em I used to have hood dreams, big fame, big chains I stuck my dick inside this life until that bitch came And went hard all fall like the ball teams Just so I can make it rain all spring Yall seen my story, my glory I had raped the game young, you can call it statutory When a nigga blow up they gonna build statues for me Old money, Benjamin Button, What? nothin Now its super bad chicks givin me McLovin You would think I ran the world like Michelles husband You would think these niggas know me when they really doesnt Like they was down with the old me, no you fuckin wasnt Um, youre such a fuckin loser He aint even go to class, Bueller Trade the Grammy plaques just to have my granny back Remember she had that bad hip like a fanny pack? Chasin the stardom will turn you to a maniac All the way in Hollywood and I cant even act They pull the cameras out and goddamn, he snap I used to want this thing forever, yall can have it back Related Songs It may not mean nothin to yall But understand, nothin was done for me So I dont plan on stoppin at all I want this shit forever, mane, ever, mane, ever, mane Im shuttin shit down in the mall And tellin every girl she the one for me And I aint even plannin to call I want this shit forever, mane, ever, mane, ever, mane Okay, hello, its the Martian, Space Jam Jordans I want this shit forever, wake up and smell the garden Fresher than the harvest, step up to the target If I had one guess, then I guess Im just New Orleans And I will never stop like Im runnin from the cops Hop up in my car and told my chauffeur, To the top Life is such a fuckin roller coaster, then it drops But what should I scream for? This is my theme park My mind shine even when my thoughts seem dark Pistol on my side, you dont wanna hear that thing talk Let the king talk, check the price and pay attention Lil Wayne, thats what they gotta say or mention Im like Nevada in the middle of the summer Im restin in the lead, I need a pillow and a cover Shh, my foots sleepin on the gas No brake pads, no such thing as last, uh It may not mean nothin to yall But understand, nothin was done for me So I dont plan on stoppin at all I want this shit forever, mane, ever, mane, ever, mane Im shuttin shit down in the mall And tellin every girl she the one for me And I aint even plannin to call I want this shit forever, mane, ever, mane, ever, mane There they go, packin stadiums as Shady spits his flow Nuts they go, Macadamian, they go so ballistic, whoa He can make them look like bozos Hes wonderin if he should spit this slow, fuck no Go for broke, his cup just runneth over, oh no He aint had him a buzz like this Since the last time that he overdosed They been waitin patiently for Pinocchio to poke his nose Back into the game and they know Rap will never be the same as befo Bashin in the brains of these hoes And establishin a name as he goes The passion in the flame is ignited You cant put it out once we light it This shit is exactly what the fuck That Im talkin about when we riot You dealin with a few true villains Who stand inside of a booth, truth-spillin And spit true feelings until our tooth fillings Come flyin up out of our mouths, now, rewind it Payback, motherfucker For the way that you doubted me, hows it taste? When I slap the taste outta your mouth With the bass so loud that it shakes the place Im Hannibal Lecter, so just in case youre thinkin of savin face You aint gonna have no face to save By the time Im through with this place, so Drake It may not mean nothin to yall But understand, nothin was done for me So I dont plan on stoppin at all I want this shit forever, mane, ever, mane, ever, mane Im shuttin shit down in the mall And tellin every girl she the one for me And I aint even plannin to call I want this shit forever, mane, ever, mane, ever, mane271Embed

Not Afraid Lyrics Im not afraid Yeah To take a stand Its been a ride Everybody I guess I had to Come take my hand Go to that place to get to this one Well walk this road together, through the storm Now some of you Whatever weather, cold or warm Might still be in that place Just lettin you know that youre not alone If youre tryna get out Holla if you feel like youve been down the same road Just follow me, Ill get you there You can try and read my lyrics off of this paper before I lay em But you wont take the sting out these words before I say em Cause aint no way Ima let you stop me from causin mayhem When I say Ima do somethin, I do it, I dont give a damn what you think Im doin this for me, so fuck the world Feed it beans, its gassed up if it thinks its stoppin me Ima be what I set out to be, without a doubt, undoubtably And all those who look down on me, Im tearin down your balcony No ifs, ands or buts, dont try to ask him why or how can he From Infinite down to the last Relapse album hes Still shittin whether hes on salary, paid hourly Until he bows out or he shits his bowels out of him Whichever comes first, for better or worse Hes married to the game Like a fuck you for Christmas, his gift is a curse Forget the Earth, hes got the urge to pull his dick from the dirt And fuck the whole universe Im not afraid To take a stand Everybody Come take my hand Well walk this road together, through the storm Whatever weather, cold or warm Just lettin you know that youre not alone Holla if you feel like youve been down the same road Okay, quit playin with the scissors and shit, and cut the crap I shouldnt have to rhyme these words in a rhythm for you to know its a wrap You said you was king, you lied through your teeth For that, fuck your feelings Instead of gettin crowned, youre gettin capped And to the fans, Ill never let you down again, Im back I promise to never go back on that promise In fact, lets be honest, that last Relapse CD was ehh Perhaps I ran them accents into the ground Relax, I aint goin back to that now All Im tryna say is get back, click-clack-blaow! Cause I aint playin around Theres a game called circle and I dont know how Im way too up to back down But I think Im still tryna figure this crap out Thought I had it mapped out But I guess I didnt, this fuckin black cloud still follows me around But its time to exorcise these demons These mafuckers are doin jumpin jacks now Im not afraid To take a stand Everybody Come take my hand Well walk this road together, through the storm Whatever weather, cold or warm Just lettin you know that youre not alone Holla if you feel like youve been down the same road And I just cant keep livin this way So startin today Im breakin out of this cage Im standin up, Ima face my demons Im mannin up, Ima hold my ground Ive had enough, now Im so fed up Time to put my life back together right now It was my decision to get clean, I did it for me Admittedly I probably did it subliminally for you So I could come back a brand-new me You helped see me through And dont even realize what you did, cause believe me you Ive been through the wringer But they can do little to the middle finger I think I got a tear in my eye, I feel like the king of My world, haters can make like bees with no stingers And drop dead: no more beef lingers No more drama from now on, I promise To focus solely on handlin my responsibilities as a father So I solemnly swear to always treat this roof like my daughters and raise it You couldnt lift a single shingle on it Cause the way I feel, Im strong enough to go to the club Or the corner pub and lift the whole liquor counter up Cause Im raisin the bar Id shoot for the moon, but Im too busy gazin at stars I feel amazin, and Im— Im not afraid To take a stand Everybody Come take my hand Well walk this road together, through the storm Whatever weather, cold or warm Just lettin you know that youre not alone Holla if you feel like youve been down the same road424Embed

Cleanin’ Out My Closet Lyrics Wheres my snare? I have no snare in my headphones There you go Yeah Yo, yo Have you ever been hated or discriminated against? I have, I been protested and demonstrated against Picket signs for my wicked rhymes, look at the times Sick is the mind of the motherfuckin kid thats behind All this commotion, emotions run deep as oceans, explodin Tempers flarin from parents, just blow em off and keep goin Not takin nothin from no one, give em hell long as Im breathin Keep kickin ass in the morning and takin names in the evenin Leave em with a taste as sour as vinegar in they mouth See, they can trigger me, but theyll never figure me out Look at me now! I bet youre prolly sick of me now Aint you, Mama? Ima make you look so ridiculous now! Im sorry, Mama I never meant to hurt you I never meant to make you cry But tonight Im cleanin out my closet I said Im sorry, Mama I never meant to hurt you I never meant to make you cry But tonight Im cleanin out my closet I got some skeletons in my closet and I dont know if no one knows it So before they throw me inside my coffin and close it Ima expose it; Ill take you back to 73 Before I ever had a multi-platinum-selling CD I was a baby, maybe I was just a couple of months My faggot father mustve had his panties up in a bunch ‘Cause he split, I wonder if he even kissed me goodbye No, I dont, on second thought, I just fuckin wished he would die I look at Hailie, and I couldnt picture leavin her side Even if I hated Kim, Id grit my teeth and Id try To make it work with her at least for Hailies sake, I maybe made some mistakes But Im only human, but Im man enough to face em today What I did was stupid, no doubt it was dumb But the smartest shit I did was take the bullets out of that gun ‘Cause Ida killed em, shit, I woulda shot Kim and him both Its my life, Id like to welcome yall to The Eminem Show Related Songs Im sorry, Mama I never meant to hurt you I never meant to make you cry But tonight Im cleanin out my closet I said Im sorry, Mama I never meant to hurt you I never meant to make you cry But tonight Im cleanin out my closet Now, I would never diss my own mama just to get recognition Take a second to listen fore 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 someones always goin through her purse and shits missin Goin through public housing systems, victim of Münchausens Syndrome My whole life I was made to believe I was sick when I wasnt Til I grew up, now I blew up, it makes you sick to your stomach, doesnt it? Wasnt 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, youre gettin older now, and its cold when youre lonely And Nathans growin up so quick, hes gonna know that youre phony And Hailies gettin so big now, you should see her, shes beautiful But youll never see her, she wont even be at your funeral See, what hurts me the most is you wont admit you was wrong Bitch, do your song, keep tellin yourself that you was a mom! But how dare you try to take what you didnt 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! Im sorry, Mama I never meant to hurt you I never meant to make you cry But tonight Im cleanin out my closet I said Im sorry, Mama I never meant to hurt you I never meant to make you cry But tonight Im cleanin out my closet228Embed

Forgot About Dre Lyrics Yall know me, still the same OG But I been low-key Hated on by most these niggas With no cheese, no deals and no Gs No wheels and no keys No boats, no snowmobiles, and no skis Mad at me cause I can finally afford to provide my family with groceries Got a crib with a studio and its all full of tracks To add to the wall full of plaques Hangin up in the office and back at my house like trophies Did yall think Ima let my dough freeze? Ho, please You better bow down on both knees Who you think taught you to smoke trees? Who you think brought you the oldies? Eazy-Es, Ice Cubes, and D.O.C.s The Snoop D-O-double-Gs And the group that said, Motherfuck the police! Gave you a tape full of dope beats To bump when you stroll through in your hood And when your album sales wasnt doin too good Whos the Doctor they told you to go see? Yall better listen up closely All you niggas that said that I turned pop or The Firm flopped Yall are the reason that Dre aint been gettin no sleep So fuck yall, all of yall! If yall dont like me, blow me! Yall are gon keep fuckin around with me and turn me back to the old me Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got somethin to say But nothin comes out when they move their lips Just a bunch of gibberish And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got somethin to say But nothin comes out when they move their lips Just a bunch of gibberish And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre So what do you say to somebody you hate Or anyone tryna bring trouble your way? Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way? Just study a tape of N.W.A One day I was walkin by With a Walkman on, when I caught a guy Gave me an awkward eye And strangled him up in the parking lot with his Karl Kani I dont give a fuck if its dark or not Im harder than me tryna park a Dodge When Im drunk as fuck Right next to a humongous truck in a two-car garage Hoppin out with two broken legs tryna walk it off Fuck you too, bitch, call the cops Ima kill you and them loud-ass motherfuckin barkin dogs And when the cops came through Me and Dre stood next to a burnt-down house With a can full of gas and a hand full of matches And still werent found out So from here on out, its the Chronic II Startin today and tomorrows anew And Im still loco enough to choke you to death with a Charleston Chew Chicka-chicka-chicka Slim Shady Hotter than a set of twin babies In a Mercedes Benz with the windows up When the temp goes up to the mid-80s Callin men ladies Sorry Doc, but I been crazy Theres no way that you can save me Its okay, go with him, Hailie Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got somethin to say But nothin comes out when they move their lips Just a bunch of gibberish And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got somethin to say But nothin comes out when they move their lips Just a bunch of gibberish And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre If it was up to me, you motherfuckersd stop Comin up to me with your hands out Lookin up to me like you want somethin free When my last CD was out, you werent bumpin me But now that I got this little company Everybody wanna come to me Like it was some disease, but you wont get a crumb from me Cause Im from the streets of C-Compton! I told em all All em little gangstas, who you think helped mold em all? Now you wanna run around talkin bout guns like I aint got none What, you think I sold em all Cause I stay well off? Now all I get is hate mail all day sayin Dre fell off What, cause I been in the lab With a pen and a pad tryin to get this damn label off? I aint havin that This is the millennium of Aftermath It aint gon be nothin after that So give me one more platinum plaque And fuck rap, you can have it back So wheres all the Mad Rappers at? Its like a jungle in this habitat But all you savage cats know that I was strapped with gats While you were cuddlin a Cabbage Patch Nowadays, everybody wanna talk Like they got somethin to say But nothin comes out when they move their lips Just a bunch of gibberish And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre Nowadays, everybody wanna talk Like they got somethin to say But nothin comes out when they move their lips Just a bunch of gibberish And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got somethin to say But nothin comes out when they move their lips Just a bunch of gibberish And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre313Embed

No Love Lyrics Love, love Love, love, love Dont hurt me Dont hurt me no more Young Money, yeah No more Uh Love Throw dirt on me and grow a wildflower But its Fuck the world, get a child out her Yeah, my life a bitch, but you know nothing bout her Been to hell and back, I can show you vouchers Im rollin Sweets, Im smokin sour Married to the game, but she broke her vows Thats why my bars are full of broken bottles And my nightstands are full of open Bibles Uh, I think about more than I forget But I dont go around fire expectin not to sweat And these niggas know I lay em down, make your bed Bitches try to kick me while Im down, Ill break your leg Money outweighin problems on a triple beam Im stickin to the script, you niggas skippin scenes Uh, be good or be good at it Fuckin right, I got my gun, semi-Cartermatic Yeah, put a dick in they mouth, so I guess its fuck what they say Im high as a bitch, up, up and away, man, Ill come down in a couple of days Okay, you want me up in the cage? Then Ill come out in beast mode I got this world stuck in the safe, combination is the G code Its Weezy, motherfucker, Blood gang, and Im in bleed mode All about my dough, but I dont even check the peephole So you can keep knockin, but wont knock me down No love lost, no love found Its a little too late to say that youre sorry now You kicked me when I was down But what you say just dont Thats right, it dont And I dont need you Dont wanna see you Ha, bitch, you get no You showed me nothing but hate You ran me into the ground But what comes around goes around And I dont need you Thats right, you dont And I dont need you Dont wanna see you Ha, bitch, you get No! No! No! Ha, bitch, you get No! No! And I dont need you Get em! Im alive again More alive than I have been in my whole entire life, I can See these peoples ears perk up as I begin To spaz with the pen Uh, Im a little bit sicker than most Shits finna get thick again They say the competition is stiff But I get a hard dick from this shit, now stick it in I aint never giving in again Caution to the wind, complete freedom Look at these rappers, how I treat em So why the fuck would I join em when I beat em? They call me a freak, cause I like to spit on these pussies fore I eat em Man, get these wack cocksuckers off stage! Where the fuck is Kanye when you need him? Snatch the mic from em, bitch, Ima let you finish in a minute Yeah, that rap was tight, but Im Bout to spit the greatest verse of all time So you might want to go back to the lab tonight and, um Scribble out them rhymes you were gonna spit And start over from scratch and write new ones But Im afraid that it aint gonna make no difference When I rip this stage and tear it in half tonight Its an adrenaline rush to feel the bass thump From the place all the way to the parking lot, fellow Set fire to the mic and ignite the crowd You can see the sparks from hot metal Cold-hearted, from the day I Bogarted The game, my soul started to rot, fellow When Im not even in my harshest You can still get roasted, cause Marsh is not mellow Til Im topplin from the top, Im not gonna stop Im standin on my Monopoly board That means Im on top of my game And it dont stop til my hip dont hop anymore When youre so good that you cant say it Cause it aint even cool for you to sound cocky anymore People just get sick cause you spit These fools cant drool or dribble a drop anymore And you can never break my stride Youll never slow the momentum at any moment, Im bout to blow Youll never take my pride Killin the flow, slow venom and the opponent is gettin no Mercy, mark my words Aint lettin up, relentless, I smell blood I dont give a fuck, keep givin them hell Where was you when I fell and needed help up? You get no love Its a little too late to say that youre sorry now You kicked me when I was down But what you say just dont Yeah, thats right, it dont And I dont need you Dont wanna see you Ha, bitch, you get no You showed me nothing but hate You ran me into the ground But what comes around goes around And I dont need you Thats right, you dont And I dont need you Dont wanna see you Ha, bitch, you get No! No! No! Ha, bitch, you get No! No! And I dont need you Ha, bitch, you get 325Embed

Beautiful Lyrics Lately Ive been hard to reach Ive been too long on my own Everybody has a private world where they can be alone Are you calling me? Are you tryin to get through? Are you reaching out for me? Im reaching out for you Im just so fucking depressed I just cant seem to get out this slump If I could just get over this hump But I need something to pull me out this dump I took my bruises, took my lumps Fell down then I got right back up But I need that spark to get psyched back up In order for me to pick the mic back up I dont know how or why or when I ended up in this position Im in Im starting to feel distant again So I decided just to pick this pen Up and try to make an attempt To vent, but I just cant admit Or come to grips with the fact that I may be done with rap, I need a new outlet And I know some shits so hard to swallow But I just cant sit back and wallow In my own sorrow, but I know one fact: Ill be one tough act to follow One tough act to follow Ill be one tough act to follow Here today, gone tomorrow But youd have to walk a thousand miles— In my shoes, just to see What its like to be me Ill be you, lets trade shoes Just to see what itd be like to Feel your pain, you feel mine Go inside each others minds Just to see what we find Look at shit through each others eyes But dont let em say you aint beautiful, oh They can all get fucked, just stay true to you, so Dont let em say you aint beautiful, oh They can all get fucked, just stay true to you, so I think Im startin to lose my sense of humor Everythings so tense and gloom I almost feel like I gotta check the temperature Of the room, just as soon as I walk in, its like all eyes on me So I try to avoid any eye contact Cause if I do that, then it opens a door For conversation like I want that Im not lookin for extra attention I just wanna be just like you Blend in with the rest of the room Maybe just point me to the closest restroom I dont need no fuckin man servant Tryna follow me around and wipe my ass Laugh at every single joke I crack And half of em aint even funny, like, Ha! Marshall, youre so funny, man You should be a comedian, goddamn! Unfortunately I am I just hide behind the tears of a clown So why dont you all sit down? Listen to the tale Im about to tell Hell, we dont gotta trade our shoes And you aint gotta walk no thousand miles— In my shoes, just to see What its like to be me Ill be you, lets trade shoes Just to see what itd be like to Feel your pain, you feel mine Go inside each others minds Just to see what we find Look at shit through each others eyes But dont let em say you aint beautiful, oh They can all get fucked, just stay true to you, so Dont let em say you aint beautiful, oh They can all get fucked, just stay true to you, so Nobody asked for life to deal us With these bullshit hands were dealt We gotta take these cards ourselves And flip em, dont expect no help Now, I couldve either just sat On my ass and pissed and moaned Or take this situation in which Im placed in And get up and get my own I was never the type of kid To wait by the door and pack his bags And sat on the porch and hoped and prayed For a dad to show up who never did I just wanted to fit in In every single place, every school I went I dreamed of being that cool kid Even if it meant actin stupid Aunt Edna always told me: Keep making that face, itll get stuck like that. Meanwhile, Im just standin there Holdin my tongue, tryin to talk like this Til I stuck my tongue on that frozen Stop sign pole at eight-years-old I learned my lesson then, cause I wasnt Tryin to impress my friends no mo But I already told you my whole life story Not just based on my description Cause where you see it from where youre sittin Its probably a 110% different I guess we would have to walk a Mile in each others shoes at least What size you wear? I wear 10s Lets see if you can fit your feet— In my shoes, just to see What its like to be me Ill be you, lets trade shoes Just to see what itd be like to Feel your pain, you feel mine Go inside each others minds Just to see what we find Look at shit through each others eyes But dont let em say you aint beautiful, oh They can all get fucked, just stay true to you, so Dont let em say you aint beautiful, oh They can all get fucked, just stay true to you, so Lately Ive been hard to reach Ive been too long on my own Everybody has a private world Where they can be alone Are you calling me? Are you trying to get through? Are you reaching out for me? Im reaching out for you Yeah To my babies: Stay strong Your Dadll be home soon And to the rest of the world: God gave you shoes To fit you So put em on and wear em Be yourself, man Be proud of who you are Even if it sounds corny Dont never let no one tell you You aint beautiful 368Embed

Superman Lyrics Mhmmm inhales You high, baby? Yeah, hahahaha Yeah? Talk to me You want me to tell you something? Uh-huh I know what you wanna hear Cause I know you want me, baby, I think I want you too I think I love you too Im here to save you, girl, come be in Shadys world I wanna grow together, lets let our love unfurl You know you want me, baby, you know I want you too They call me Superman, Im here to rescue you I wanna save you, girl, come be in Shadys world Bitch, you make me hurl They call me Superman Leap tall hoes in a single bound Im single now: got no ring on this finger now Id never let another chick bring me down In a relationship; save it, bitch! Babysit? You make me sick Superman aint savin shit Girl, you can jump on Shadys dick Straight from the hip, cut to the chase I tell a muhfuckin slut to her face Play no games, say no names Ever since I broke up with whats-her-face Im a different man, kiss my ass Kiss my lips? Bitch, why ask? Kiss my dick, get my cash? Id rather have you whip my ass Dont put out? Ill put you out Wont get out? Ill push you out Puss blew out, poppin shit Wouldnt piss on fire to put you out Am I too nice? Buy you ice? Bitch, if you died, wouldnt buy you life What, you tryin to be my new wife? What, you Mariah? Fly through twice But I do know one thing though Bitches, they come, they go Saturday through Sunday, Monday Monday through Sunday, yo Maybe Ill love you one day Maybe well someday grow Til then just sit your drunk ass on that fuckin runway, ho ‘Cause I cant be your Superman, cant be your Superman Cant be your Superman, cant be your Superman I cant be your Superman, cant be your Superman Cant be your Superman, your Superman, your Superman Dont get me wrong, I love these hoes Its no secret, everybody knows Yeah, we fucked—bitch, so what? Thats about as far as your buddy goes Well be friends, Ill call you again Ill chase you around every bar you attend Never know what kinda car Ill be in Well see how much youll be partyin then You dont want that, neither do I I dont wanna flip when I see you with guys Too much pride, between you and I Not a jealous man, but females lie But I guess thats just what sluts do How could it ever be just us two? Id never love you enough to trust you We just met and I just fucked you But I do know one thing though Bitches, they come, they go Saturday through Sunday, Monday Monday through Sunday, yo Maybe Ill love you one day Maybe well someday grow Til then just sit your drunk ass on that fuckin runway, ho ‘Cause I cant be your Superman, cant be your Superman Cant be your Superman, cant be your Superman I cant be your Superman, cant be your Superman Cant be your Superman, your Superman, your Superman ‘Cause I cant be your Superman, cant be your Superman Cant be your Superman, cant be your Superman I cant be your Superman, cant be your Superman Cant be your Superman, your Superman, your Superman Cause I know you want me, baby, I think I want you too I think I love you too Im here to save you, girl, come be in Shadys world I wanna grow together, lets let our love unfurl You know you want me, baby, you know I want you too They call me Superman, Im here to rescue you I wanna save you, girl, come be in Shadys world Bitch, you make me hurl First thing you say: Im not fazed I hang around big stars all day I dont see what the big deal is anyway Youre just plain old Marshall to me Ooh yeah, girl, run that game Hailie Jade, I love that name Love that tattoo, whats that say? Rot In Pieces, uh, thats great First off, you dont know Marshall At all, so dont grow partial Thats ammo for my arsenal Ill slap you off that bar stool There goes another lawsuit Leave handprints all across you Good Lordy, whoadie You must be gone off that water bottle You want what you cant have Ooh girl, thats too damn bad Dont touch what you cant grab End up with two backhands Put anthrax on a Tampax And slap you til you cant stand Girl, you just blew your chance Dont mean to ruin your plans But I do know one thing though Bitches, they come, they go Saturday through Sunday, Monday Monday through Sunday, yo Maybe Ill love you one day Maybe well someday grow Til then just sit your drunk ass on that fuckin runway, ho ‘Cause I cant be your Superman, cant be your Superman Cant be your Superman, cant be your Superman I cant be your Superman, cant be your Superman Cant be your Superman, your Superman, your Superman ‘Cause I cant be your Superman, cant be your Superman Cant be your Superman, cant be your Superman I cant be your Superman, cant be your Superman Cant be your Superman, your Superman, your Superman Cause I know you want me, baby, I think I want you too I think I love you too Im here to save you, girl, come be in Shadys world I wanna grow together, lets let our love unfurl You know you want me, baby, you know I want you too They call me Superman, Im here to rescue you I wanna save you, girl, come be in Shadys world Bitch, you make me hurl ‘Cause I cant be your Superman, cant be your Superman Cant be your Superman, cant be your Superman I cant be your Superman, cant be your Superman Cant be your Superman, your Superman, your Superman ‘Cause I cant be your Superman, cant be your Superman Cant be your Superman, cant be your Superman I cant be your Superman, cant be your Superman Cant be your Superman, your Superman, your Superman173Embed

Headlights Lyrics Mom, I know I let you down And though you say the days are happy Why is the power off and Im fucked up? And, Mom, I know hes not around But dont you place the blame on me As you pour yourself another drink, yeah I guess we are who we are Headlights shining in the dark night, I drive on Maybe we took this too far I went in headfirst, never thinkin about who what I said hurt In what verse, my mom probably got it the worst The brunt of it, but as stubborn as we are, did I take it too far? Cleanin Out My Closet and all them other songs But regardless, I dont hate you ‘cause, Ma Youre still beautiful to me, ‘cause youre my mom Though far be it from you to be calm Our house was Vietnam, Desert Storm And both of us put together could form an atomic bomb Equivalent to chemical warfare And forever we could drag this on and on But agree to disagree, that gift for me Up under the Christmas tree dont mean shit to me Youre kickin me out? Its fifteen degrees And its Christmas Eve, Little prick, just leave! Ma, let me grab my fucking coat! Anything to have each others goats Why we always at each others throats? Especially when Dad, he fucked us both Were in the same fuckin boat Youd think thatd make us close Further away it drove us, but together, headlights shine And a car full of belongings, still got a ways to go Back to grandmas house, its straight up the road And I was the man of the house, the oldest So my shoulders carried the weight of the load Then Nate got taken away by the state at eight-years-old And thats when I realized you were sick And it wasnt fixable or changeable And to this day we remain estranged, and I hate it though, but— I guess we are who we are Headlights shining in the dark night, I drive on Maybe we took this too far ‘Cause to this day we remain estranged and I hate it though ‘Cause you aint even get to witness your grandbabies grow But Im sorry, Mama, for Cleanin Out My Closet At the time I was angry, rightfully? Maybe so Never meant that far to take it, though ‘Cause now I know its not your fault, and Im not makin jokes That song I no longer play at shows And I cringe every time its on the radio And I think of Nathan being placed in a home And all the medicine you fed us and How I just wanted you to taste your own But now the medications takin over And your mental states deterioratin slow And Im way too old to cry, this shit is painful, though But, Ma, I forgive you, so does Nathan, yo All you did, all you said, you did your best to raise us both Foster care, that cross you bear, few may be as heavy as yours But I love you, Debbie Mathers Oh, what a tangled web we have ‘cause One thing I never asked was Where the fuck my deadbeat dad was Fuck it, I guess he had trouble keepin up with every address But Ida flipped every mattress, every rock and desert cactus Owned a collection of maps And followed my kids to the edge of the atlas If someone ever moved em from me That you coulda bet your asses If I had to come down the chimney, dressed as Santa, kidnap em And although one has only met their grandma once You pulled up in our drive one night As we were leavin to get some hamburgers Me, her and Nate, we introduced you, hugged you And as you left, I had this overwhelming sadness Come over me as we pulled off to go our separate paths and I saw your headlights as I looked back And Im mad I didnt get the chance to Thank you for being my mom and my dad So, Mom, please accept this as a Tribute; I wrote this on the jet, I guess I had to Get this off my chest, I hope I get the chance to Lay it fore Im dead, the stewardess said to fasten My seatbelt, I guess were crashin So, if Im not dreamin, I hope you get this message that I will always love you from afar, ‘cause youre my mom I guess we are who we are Headlights shining in the dark night, I drive on Maybe we took this too far I want a new life One without a cause So Im coming home tonight Well, no matter what the cost And if the plane goes down Or if the crew cant wake me up Well, just know that Im alright I was not afraid to die Oh, even if theres songs to sing Well, my children will carry me Just know that Im alright I was not afraid to die Because I put my faith in my little girls So Ill never say goodbye cruel world Just know that Im alright I am not afraid to die I guess we are who we are Headlights shining in the dark night, I drive on Maybe we took this too far I want a new life 637Embed

Survival Lyrics Yeah! This is survival of the fittest This is do or die This is the winner takes it all So, take it all, a-all, a-all, a-all Wasnt ready to be no millionaire, I was ill-prepared I was prepared to be ill though, the skill was there From the beginning it wasnt bout the ends, it was bout Bustin raps and standin for somethin, fuck an acronym Cut the fuckin act like youre happy, Im fuckin back again With another anthem – why stop when it doesnt have to end? It aint over til I say its over, enough when I say enough Throw me to them wolves and close the gate up, Im afraid of Whatll happen to them wolves when the thought of being thrown Into an alligator pit, I salivate at it, wait is up Hands up like its 12 noon, nah, homie, hold them bitches straighter up Wave em til you dislocate a rotator cuff Came up rough, came to ruffle feathers, nah, egos, I aint deflate enough Last chance to make this whole stadium erupt, cause— This is survival of the fittest This is do or die This is the winner takes it all So, take it all, a-all, a-all, a-all I can see the finish line with each line that I finish Im so close to my goals, I can almost pole vault over the goal post And if I dont got enough in the tank, maybe I can just siphon enough To fill up this last can, man, will I survive in this climate or what? They said I was washed-up and got a bloodbath Im not a rapper, Im an adapter: I can adjust Plus, I can just walk up to a mic and just bust So, floors open if youd like to discuss Top 5 in this muhfucka, and if I dont make the cut What? Like I give a fuck! Ima light this bitch up like Im driving a truck Through the side of a pump, zero to sixty, hop in and gun it Like G-Unit without the hyphen, Im hyping em up And if there should ever come a time where my lifes in a rut And I look like I might just give up, eh, mightve mistook Me for bowin out, I aint takin a bow, Im stabbin myself With a fuckin knife in the gut while Im wipin my butt Cause I just shitted on the mic and I like gettin cut I get excited at the sight of my blood, youre in a fight with a nut Cause Ima fight til I die or win, bitin the dust Itll just make me angrier; wait, let me remind you of what Got me this far, picture me quittin Now draw a circle around it and put a line through it, slut! Its survival of what? This is survival of the fittest This is do or die This is the winner takes it all So, take it all, a-all, a-all, a-all So, take it all, a-all, a-all, a-all So, get your ideas, stack your ammo But dont come unless you come to battle, now mount up, jump in the saddle This is it—its what you eat, sleep, piss and shit Live, breathe, your whole existence just consists of this Refuse to quit, fuse is lit, cant defuse the wick I dont do this music shit, Ill lose my shit Aint got shit to lose, its the moment of truth, its all I know how to do As soon as I get thrown in a booth, I spit But my respect is overdue, Im showin you the flow no one do Cause I dont own no diploma for school, I quit So theres nothin for me to fall back on, I know no other trade So you better trade your fuckin mics in for some tool-box-es Cause youll never take my pride from me, itll have to be pried from me So, pull out your pliers and your screwdrivers! But I want you to doubt me, I dont want you to buh-lieve Cause this is somethin that I must use to succeed And if you dont like me, then fuck you! Self-esteem Must be fuckin shootin through the roof, cause trust me My skin is too thick and bulletproof to touch me I can see why the fuck I disgust you, I must be Allergic to failure, cause everytime I come close to it I just sneeze, but I just go achoo then a-chieve! This is survival of the fittest This is do or die This is the winner takes it all So, take it all, a-all, a-all, a-all So, take it all, a-all, a-all, a-all313Embed

Chicago Freestyle Lyrics Two-thirty, baby, wont you meet me by The Bean? Too early, maybe later you can show me things You know what it is whenever I visit Windy city, she blowin me kisses, no Thirty degrees, way too cold, so hold me tight Will I see you at the show tonight? Will I see you at the show tonight? Ayy, truck to the plane to the truck Truck to the hotel lobby Me, I go through underground garages Presidential suite on deposit Elevator up to the room Shower up and then we hit the club Touch down, gotta see whats up Area code in my phone What numbers do I still have? Who do I know from the past? Hit one, she say she got a man Hit another one, it goes green Mustve changed phones on the team Member when you let me in between That was 2017 All good, Chubbs will look around Find one that seem my type That my dawg and he know what I like He done found me plenty in my life Problem is, I meet a girl tonight Then I go and treat her too nice Galleria credit card swipes I dont even know if she a wife But I do know one thing though Women, they come they go Saturday through Sunday, Monday Monday through Sunday, yo Maybe Ill love you one day Maybe well someday grow Til then, Ill sit my drunk ass on that runway On this one way Two-thirty, baby, wont you meet me by The Bean? Too early, maybe later you can show me things You know what it is whenever I visit Windy city, she blowin me kisses, no Thirty degrees, way too cold, so hold me tight Will I see you at the show tonight? Will I see you at the show tonight? Jewelry in the safe on arrival Pistol on J for survival Lot of people gunnin for the title Lot of people tryna take us viral Im just tryin to have a nice night though Waiter brought the check for the meal She said, Babe, I think there was a typo Nah, girl, I got it, thats light though I could show you bigger things than that Its gon be a minute til Im back Let me give you images that last AMEX had a limit in the past I had plenty women in the past I done plenty sinnin in the past You dont need to know, but you can ask Stickin on your backstage pass All access cause you bad You could go wherever with that ass Show to the shower to the truck Truck to the club for the party You go in first with your girls Cause I dont know whos out there watchin But I do know one thing though Women, they come they go Saturday through Sunday, Monday Monday, Sunday, yo Maybe Ill love you one day Maybe well someday grow Til then, Ill sit my drunk ass on that runway On this one way Two-thirty, baby, wont you meet me by The Bean? Too early, maybe later you can show me things You know what it is whenever I visit Windy city, she blowin me kisses, no Thirty degrees, way too cold, so hold me tight Will I see you at the show tonight? Will I see you at the show tonight?95Embed

Greatest Lyrics Motherfuckers talkin crazy Sayin’ I should quit I fuckin tell em make me Eat a fuckin’ dick Im feelin like the greatest On the beat who ever did it Mike WiLL the one who made it Its Shady on the lyrics Im somewhat outlandish they say You say were cut from the same cloth But I guess you fabricate, eh? You better bring more men than the Latter Day Saints Manic states, Stephen Paddock with automatic stay sprayin At anything that may stand in they way As I stand at the bay window with a hand grenade And a trey eight, at the Mandalay Bay Common sense, Im a dollar short and a day late James Holmes at the Saturday Batman matinee Must have missed my CAT scan that day I just threw a Tampax at Dre Trashcan, Tascam and ashtray I’m turnin’ back to a madman, cant take Anymore but I try to get away from the anger and rage My basal ganglia’s an A to the K Get your ass sprayed like bidets Breakin your legs eight different ways, ankle to waist You chumps dont even know how to do somethin To give goosebumps a day when you say That somethin’ you wrote gave someone a lump in their throat Or you had them choked up, youd be yankin my chain Feel like Im headed for the padded cell, the Bar for me when I rap isnt fair but Guess thats the standard Im held to But if somethin like that doesnt tell ya You set a mark too high when platinum sales are looked at as a failure Then you better take it back to The Shelter and Hamburger Helper Cause, damn it, Im still the Greatest in the world Greatest in the world Greatest in the world No lie, I might be The best to ever do it The best to ever do it The best to ever do it I feel like the greatest Woke up to honkies sounding like me Never be as good Never be as good Wife-beaters, white t-shirts, what? But Im the greatest So you sold ten million albums, eh? Only problem is, you put out ten million albums, eh? What was I just about to say? Oh yeah, let me get this out the way I know theres people that are pissed about the way I mispronounced a name, Die Antwoord! Fuck, I still cant say this shit, but how quickly they forget Who the fuck I was; now Ninja try to duck my slugs You let ya girl get fucked by Muggs Id like to give a shout to Cypress This cant be real, you dissed me and I was just tryin to Give you a shout—now get the fuck out my rhyme book No more shiners, already too much time took And rappers I hear you talkin shit Im just too big to respond to it God forbid I forget though, and jump out the window Somebody better child-proof it Cause if I lose it we can rewind to some old Ja Rule shit And I can remind motherfuckers how I do shit You dont got the tools I got in my toolkit I bullshit you not, yall fools just forgot That Im so fuckin awful with the thoughts And when Im hostile and impossible to stop So you can call it a nostril cause its not gonna ever Ill never let up on the pedal, might as well get the mop Cause Im wipin up everyone in this genre Cause on the mic I feel like Im the Greatest in the world Greatest in the world Greatest in the world No lie, I might be The best to ever do it The best to ever do it The best to ever do it I feel like the greatest Woke up to honkies sounding like me Never be as good Never be as good Wife-beaters, white t-shirts, what? But Im the greatest Oh yeah, and one more thing I want to mention Is youre one dimension Im a monkey wrench and I can flunk detention And I love contentions, so welcome to the gun convention Muscles flexin, gotta strut like a front suspension And you just stuck the key up in the ignition And gave me enough gas to flood my engine Psychopath, Michael Jacks blowin up like a raft I should slap Vlad with a ISIS flag Bet you I come back twice as bad Revival didnt go viral! Denaun and Royce tell me that I should take the high road Fuck that, Im finna hit back Til I run out of gunpowder and split the scene Hold the mic similar to pistol, squeeze And I shoot from the hip when I grip them things And my lips are the clips, got the Sig lit like its nicotine Trigger me and Slim gets mean Bars are like bullets when I spit them schemes Thats why I call the motherfuckers M16s Float like a butterfly, Im gonna sting like a bee You aint harmin a thing I hit a ding hard as Im gonna swing Im gonna need to put my arm in a sling But like a wedding band You gotta be diamond to even climb in the ring Anomaly, Im Muhammad Ali Cause I knew one day Im gonna be the Greatest in the world Greatest in the world Greatest in the world No lie, I might be The best to ever do it The best to ever do it The best to ever do it I feel like the greatest Woke up to honkies sounding like me Never be as good Never be as good Wife-beaters, white t-shirts, what? But Im the greatest254Embed

When I’m Gone Lyrics Yeah, its my life In my own words, I guess Have you ever loved someone so much, youd give an arm for? Not the expression, no, literally give an arm for When they know theyre your heart and you know you are their armor And you will destroy anyone who would try to harm her But what happens when karma turns right around to bite you? And everything you stand for turns on you to spite you? What happens when you become the main source of her pain? Daddy, look what I made! Dads gotta go catch a plane Daddy, wheres Mommy? I cant find Mommy, where is she? I dont know, go play, Hailie, baby, your daddys busy Daddys writin a song, this song aint gon write itself Ill give you one underdog, then you gotta swing by yourself Then turn right around on that song and tell her you love her And put hands on her mother whos a spitting image of her Thats Slim Shady, yeah, baby, Slim Shadys crazy Shady made me, but tonight Shadys rock-a-bye baby, ha And when Im gone, just carry on, dont mourn Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice Just know that Im lookin down on you smilin And I didnt feel a thing So, baby, dont feel no pain, just smile back And when Im gone, just carry on, dont mourn Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice Just know that Im lookin down on you smilin And I didnt feel a thing So, baby, dont feel my pain, just smile back I keep havin this dream, Im pushin Hailie on the swing She keeps screamin she dont want me to sing Youre makin Mommy cry, why? Why is Mommy cryin? Baby, Daddy aint leavin no more Daddy, youre lyin! You always say that, you always say this is the last time But you aint leavin no more, Daddy, youre mine! Shes pilin boxes in front of the door, tryna block it Daddy, please! Daddy, dont leave! Daddy, no, stop it! Goes in her pocket, pulls out a tiny necklace locket Its got a picture, Thisll keep you safe, Daddy, take it wit ya! I look up, its just me standin in the mirror These fuckin walls must be talkin cause, man, I can hear em Theyre sayin, You got one more chance to do right and its tonight Now go out there and show em that you love em fore its too late. And just as I go to walk out of my bedroom door It turns to a stage, theyre gone and the spotlight is on and Im singin And when Im gone, just carry on, dont mourn Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice Just know that Im lookin down on you smilin And I didnt feel a thing So, baby, dont feel no pain, just smile back And when Im gone, just carry on, dont mourn Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice Just know that Im lookin down on you smilin And I didnt feel a thing So, baby, dont feel my pain, just smile back Sixty-thousand people all jumpin out their seat The curtain closes, theyre throwin roses at my feet I take a bow and Thank you all for comin out Theyre screamin so loud, I take one last look at the crowd I glance down, I dont believe what Im seein Daddy, its me! Help Mommy, her wrists are bleedin! But baby, were in Sweden, how did you get to Sweden? I followed you, Daddy, you told me that you werent leavin You lied to me, Dad, and now you made Mommy sad And I bought you this coin, it says Number One Dad Thats all I wanted, I just wanna give you this coin I get the point, fine, me and Mommy are goin. But baby, wait! – Its too late, Dad, you made the choice Now go up there and show em that you love em more than us Thats what they want, they want you, Marshall, they keep Screamin your name, its no wonder you cant go to sleep Just take another pill, yeah, I bet you you will You rap about it, yeah, word, kid, keep it real. I hear applause, all this time I couldnt see How could it be that the curtain is closin on me? I turn around, find a gun on the ground, cock it Put it to my brain, scream, Die, Shady! and pop it The sky darkens, my life flashes, the plane that I was Supposed to be on crashes and burns to ashes Thats when I wake up, alarm clocks ringin, theres birds singin Its spring and Hailies outside swingin I walk right up to Kim and kiss her, tell her I miss her Hailie just smiles and winks at her little sister, almost as if to say And when Im gone, just carry on, dont mourn Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice Just know that Im lookin down on you smilin And I didnt feel a thing So, baby, dont feel no pain, just smile back And when Im gone, just carry on, dont mourn Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice Just know that Im lookin down on you smilin And I didnt feel a thing So, baby, dont feel my pain, just smile back Curtains closing341Embed

My Name Is Lyrics Hi, my name is, what? My name is, who? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady Hi, my name is, huh? My name is, what? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady Hi, my name is, what? My name is, who? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady Hi, my name is, huh? My name is, what? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady Hi, kids, do you like violence? Wanna see me stick nine-inch nails through each one of my eyelids? Wanna copy me and do exactly like I did? Try cid and get fucked up worse than my life is? My brains dead weight, Im tryna get my head straight But I cant figure out which Spice Girl I want to impregnate And Dr. Dre said, Slim Shady, you a basehead Then whys your face red? Man, you wasted Well, since age 12, I felt like Im someone else Cause I hung my original self from the top bunk with a belt Got pissed off and ripped Pamela Lees 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 Come here, slut; Shady, wait a minute, thats my girl, dawg I dont give a fuck, God sent me to piss the world off Hi, my name is, what? My name is, who? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady Hi, my name is, huh? My name is, what? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady Hi, my name is, what? My name is, who? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady Hi, my name is, huh? My name is, what? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady My English teacher wanted to flunk me in junior high Thanks a lot, next semester Ill be 35 I smacked him in his face with an eraser, chased him with a stapler And stapled his nuts to a stack of paper Walked in the strip club, had my jacket zipped up Flashed the bartender, then stuck my dick in the tip cup Extraterrestrial, running over pedestrians in a spaceship While theyre screaming at me, Lets just be friends 99 percent of my life, I was lied to I just found out my mom does more dope than I do I told her Id grow up to be a famous rapper Make a record about doin drugs and name it after her You know you blew up when the women rush your stands And try to touch your hands like some screamin Usher fans This guy at White Castle asked for my autograph So I signed it, Dear Dave, thanks for the support, asshole Hi, my name is, huh? My name is, who? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady Hi, my name is, what? My name is, who? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady Hi, my name is, huh? My name is, who? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady Hi, my name is, what? My name is, who? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady Stop the tape, this kid needs to be locked away Dr. Dre, dont just stand there, operate Im not ready to leave, its too scary to die Ill 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? All my life I was very deprived I aint had a woman in years and my palms are too hairy to hide Clothes ripped like the Incredible Hulk I spit when I talk, Ill fuck anything that walks When I was little, I used to get so hungry I would throw fits How you gonna breastfeed me, Mom? You aint got no tits I lay awake and strap myself in the bed With a bulletproof vest on and shoot myself in the head Cause Im steamin mad And by the way, when you see my dad Tell him that I slit his throat in this dream I had Hi, my name is, what? My name is, who? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady Hi, my name is, huh? My name is, what? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady Hi, my name is, who? My name is, huh? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady Hi, my name is, huh? My name is, who? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady200Embed

The Way I Am Lyrics ...Man, whatever Dre, just let it run Ayo, turn the beat up a little bit Ayo This song is for anyone Fuck it, shut up and listen Ayo 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 Ive 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 thats been eatin me recently off Of this chest and I rest again peacefully But at least have the decency in you To leave me alone, when you freaks see me out In the streets when Im eatin or feedin my daughter To not come and speak to me , I dont know you And no, I dont owe you a motherfuckin thing Im not Mr. NSync, Im not what your friends think Im not Mr. Friendly, I can be a prick If you tempt me, my tank is on empty No patience is in me and if you offend me Im liftin you ten feet in the air I dont care who was there and who saw me just jaw you Go call you a lawyer, file you a lawsuit Ill smile in the courtroom and buy you a wardrobe Im tired of all you , I dont mean to be mean But thats all I can be, its just me And I am whatever you say I am If I wasnt, then why would I say I am? In the paper, the news, every day I am Radio wont even play my jam Cause I am whatever you say I am If I wasnt, then why would I say I am? In the paper, the news, every day I am I dont know, thats just the way I am Sometimes I just feel like my father, I hate to be bothered With all of this nonsense, its constant And, Oh, its 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 So I point one back at em, but not the index or pinkie Or the ring or the thumb, its the one you put up When you dont give a fuck, when you wont just put up With the bullshit they pull, cause they full of shit too When a dudes gettin bullied and shoots up his school And they blame it on Marilyn and the heroin Where were the parents at? And look where its at! Middle America, now its a tragedy Now its so sad to see, an upper-class city Havin this happenin then attack Eminem cause I rap this way but Im glad Cause they feed me the fuel that I need for the fire to burn And its burnin, and I have returned And I am whatever you say I am If I wasnt, then why would I say I am? In the paper, the news, every day I am Radio wont even play my jam Cause I am whatever you say I am If I wasnt, then why would I say I am? In the paper, the news, every day I am I dont know, thats just the way I am Im so sick and tired of bein admired That I wish that I would just die or get fired And dropped from my label, lets stop with the fables Im not gonna be able to top a My Name Is And pigeon-holed into some poppy sensation To cop me rotation at rock n roll stations And I just do not got the patience To deal with these cocky Caucasians Who think Im 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 What school did I go to, what hood I grew up in The why, the who, what, when, the where and the how Til Im grabbin my hair and Im tearin it out Cause they drivin me crazy , I cant take it Im racin, Im pacin, I stand and I sit And Im thankful for every fan that I get But I cant take a shit in the bathroom without Someone standin by it! No, I wont sign your autograph You can call me an asshole, Im glad Cause I am whatever you say I am If I wasnt, then why would I say I am? In the paper, the news, every day I am Radio wont even play my jam Cause I am whatever you say I am If I wasnt, then why would I say I am? In the paper, the news, every day I am I dont know, thats just the way I am 254Embed

No Favors Lyrics Make it, make it, make it, boy, we gotta make it You can save your hand, I aint gotta shake it Everything lined up for the takin And what I need from em? No favors Clique too big, bread gotta break it Cause these others lowkey with the snakin, fakin Everything lined up for the takin And what I need from em? No favors, no favors What I need? No favors Everything lined up for the takin And what I need from em? No favors Im about gettin the job done, boy up every night Im about rollin a seven when I toss up the dice Im about gettin my logo all flooded with ice Im about takin a risk that might fuck up your life Tell em point and shoot like camera crews In front of cameras too Damn, Sean, what happened to the humble attitude? Im like, Niggas took the flow, but Im still standin too. Thought I had the Midas touch, and then I went platinum too Motherfuck all your comparisons Ive been talkin to God like thats my therapist Im African-American in America, I aint inherit shit But a millionaire under 30 so He must be hearin shit Don, don, don life, I do this for the crib, the D to Flint Kids who get sick with lead, others get hit with the lead From where they need a handout, but they tell you put hands up Only deals I had was from the Sams Club Now its blue blood in my veins, though you know what I came for Born in a world goin where they told me I cant go In my lane though, Im in the same boat as Usain Bolt Get ahead by any means so the heads what I aim for When my grandma died I realized I got an angel Show me everythings a blessing dependin on the angles Look, I am the anomaly, never needed favors or apologies Thats my new lifetime policy Woodgrain steering wheel, this bitch feel like a pirate ship How many hot verses til you bitches start acknowledgin The pictures we been paintin? My nigga Connected to a higher power—how I know? Cause I dont write this shit: I think it, my nigga Look, all I ever did was beat the odds Cause when you try to get even it just dont even out Never stoppin like we hypnotized Watch what we visualize on the rise Be the G.O.A.T. while we alive; when we die, we gon be the gods Make it, make it, make it, boy, we gotta make it You can save your hand, I aint gotta shake it Everything lined up for the takin And what I need from em? No favors Clique too big, bread gotta break it Cause these others lowkey with the snakin, fakin Everything lined up for the takin And what I need from em? No favors, no favors If she was flavor, I wont save her No taste buds, ho, later! Fuck you lookin at, hater? I saw them eyes like an ass raper Try to copy my swag like a cheating classmate Ill be the last face you see fore you pass When you get your fuckin ass graded like a math paper So ahead of my time, late means Im early My age is reversing, Im basically thirty Amazingly sturdy, zany and wordy Brainy and nerdy, blatantly dirty Insanely perverted, rapey and scurvy They blame me for murdering Jamie Lee Curtis Said I put her face in the furnace, beat her with a space heater A piece of furniture, egg beater, thermos It may be disturbing, what Im sayings cringeworthy But Im urinating on Fergie, call Shady number 81 Surely Im turning into the Aaron Hernandez of rap State of emergency, the planets having panic attacks Bradys returning, matter of fact I may be deserving Of a pat on the back like a Patriots jersey Inexplicable stomach growl from the pit of it Like a fuckin Terrier hid in it Despicable, dumb it down, ridiculous Tongue is foul, shoot off at the fuckin mouth Like a missile, a thunder cloud Hundred pound pistol, pull the trigger, this gun will sound And youll get a round like Digital Underground And fuck Ann Coulter with a Klan poster With a lamp post, door handle, shutter A damn bolt cutter, a sandal, a can opener A candle, rubber, piano, a flannel, sucker Some hand soap, butter, a banjo and manhole cover Hand over the mouth and nose smother Trample ran over the tramp with the Land Rover The band, the Lambo, Hummer and Road Runner Go ham donut, or go Rambo, gut her, make an example of her Thats for Sandra Bland, ho, and Philando Hannibal on the lam, no wonder I am so stubborn Im anti, cant no government handle a commando Your man dont want it Trumps a bitch, Ill make his whole brand go under And tell Dre Im meeting him in L.A White Bronco like Elway, speeding Im bout to run over a chick, Del Rey CD in? Females stay beating em Bet you theyll lay bleeding, and yell, wait, pleading But screaming is pointless like feeding Michelle helium Leaving em pale-faced, medium-sized welt Straight treating em like a cellmate Seedy, Im climbing hells gate Bitch, Im like your problems: self-made Meaning someone elses help aint needed, cause Ima— Make it, make it, make it, boy, we gotta make it You can save your hand, I aint gotta shake it Everything lined up for the takin And what I need from em? No favors Clique too big, bread gotta break it Cause these others lowkey with the snakin, fakin Everything lined up for the takin And what I need from em? No favors, no favors What I need? No favors Everything lined up for the takin And what I need from em? No favors Hey, Im outside What are you doing here? 176Embed

Many Men Lyrics Man, we gotta go get somethin to eat Man, Im hungry as a motherfucker Ayo man, damn Whats takin homie so long, son? 50, calm down, he coming Ahh, ohh! What the fuck?! Ah, son, pull off, pull off Many men wish death upon me Blood in my eye, dawg, and I cant see Im tryin to be what Im destined to be And niggas tryin to take my life away I put a hole in a nigga for fuckin with me My back on the wall, now you gon see Better watch how you talk when you talk about me ‘Cause Ill come and take your life away Many men Many, many, many, many men Wish death pon me Lord, I dont cry no more Dont look to the sky no more Have mercy on me Now man, these pussy niggas puttin money on my head Go on and get your refund, motherfucker, I aint dead Im the diamond in the dirt that aint been found Im the underground king, and I aint been crowned When I rhyme, somethin special happened every time Im the greatest, somethin like Ali in his prime I walk the block with the bundles Ive been knocked on the humble Swing the ox when I rumble, show your ass what my gun do Got a temper, nigga, go head, lose your head Turn your back on me, get clapped and lose your legs I walk around, gun on my waist, chip on my shoulder Till I bust a clip in your face, pussy, this beef aint over Many men Many, many, many, many men Wish death pon me Lord, I dont cry no more Dont look to the sky no more Have mercy on me Have mercy on my soul Somewhere my heart turned cold Have mercy on many men Many, many, many, many men Wish death pon me Related Songs Sunny days wouldnt be special if it wasnt for rain Joy wouldnt feel so good if it wasnt for pain Death gotta be easy, ‘cause life is hard Itll leave you physically, mentally, and emotionally scarred This is for my niggas on the block twistin trees in cigars For the niggas on lock doin life behind bars I dont say Only God can judge me, ‘cause I see things clear Crooked-ass crackers will give my black-ass a hundred years Im like Paulie in Goodfellas, you can call me the Don Like Malcolm by any means with my gun in my palm Slim switched sides on me, let niggas ride on me I thought we was cool, why you want me to die, homie? Many men Many, many, many, many men Wish death pon me Lord, I dont cry no more Dont look to the sky no more Have mercy on me Have mercy on my soul Somewhere my heart turned cold Have mercy on many men Many, many, many, many men Wish death pon me Every night I talk to God, but he dont say nothin back I know he protectin me, but I still stay with my gat In my nightmares, niggas keep pullin TECs on me Psychic says some bitch done put a hex on me The feds didnt know much when Pac got shot I got a kite from the pens that told me Tut got knocked I aint gon spell it out for you mufuckas all the time Are you illiterate, nigga? You cant read between the lines? In the Bible, it says what goes around, comes around Hommo shot me, three weeks later he got shot down Now its clear that Im here for a real reason ‘Cause he got hit like I got hit, but he aint fuckin breathin Many men Many, many, many, many men Wish death pon me Lord, I dont cry no more Dont look to the sky no more Have mercy on me Have mercy on my soul Somewhere my heart turned cold Have mercy on many men Many, many, many, many men Wish death pon me131Embed

Love Game Lyrics Somethings burnin, I cant figure out what sniffs Its either lust or a cloud of dust Judgement is clouded; must Just be the powder from the power of But Im in something I dont know how to get out of Left my girl in the house alone Is that my soon-to-be-spouse’s moan? And the further I walk, the louder Pause for a minute to make certain thats what I heard ‘Cause after all, this is her place So I give her the benefit of the doubt, I Think I might be about to bust her, bust her The thoughts scary, yo, though and it hurts—brace! Hope it aint, Here we go, yo! ‘Cause my head already goes to worst-case Scenario, though in the first place But you confirmed my low-end theory though Shouldve known when I made it all the way to third base And that was only the first date Couldve made it to home plate But you slid straight for the dome and dove face first No, you dont under— —stand, I dont do this for anyone, ever Yeah, that aint what they all say? Ill say, you can suck a softball through a straw Used to be my fiancé Til you sucked on Wayne, André, and Kanye LeBron, Akon, JAY, Lil Jon, Raekwon, Ma$e Polow da Don, Dre, Dante Ross, James Conway, Kwamé?! Guess Im gettin my g-goddang Jigga on, eh? ‘Cause your name, Im beyond sayin But fuck it, Im movin on, you women are all cray But Ill probably always keep on playin the— Game of love, love, love, love La-La-La-La-La love She doesnt love me, no, she dont love me no more She hates my company, guess she dont love me no more I tried to get her up out of my head, left my bags at the door She screamed she loved me like she never did before And I told her, Go where you wanna! Go do whatcha wanna do, I dont care! And I told her, Go where you wanna! Go do whatcha wanna do, I dont care! I told that bitch, Im a sucker for love, you a sucker for dick Suckin dick in your mama tub, then your granny walked in Told the stupid nigga to duck under the water He drowned, like an abortion They booked you for manslaughter You beat the case and I called ya Sherane is not available now, leave a message at the tone And Kendrick, dont forget to buy two pair of those Expensive heels, you little fuckin Ferris wheel Fuckin spinnin on me—fuck you think, we gon get married still? Fuckin Mary had a little lamb, this aint no fairy tale Fairy godmama better tell you how I fuckin feel Like you should fuckin beat it Or fuckin eat it while Im on my period Now have a blessed day! Bitch, you serious? Im in the mirror with this look on my face, curious Why you aint fuckin with me? You cut me deep as Caesarean You know I want you bad as a Benjamin, Im delirious I want you bad as the head shattered on George Zimmerman After the Dillinger hit him diligently and killin him His mouthpiece for a Cadillac emblem Thats analogy and metaphor for you I should win a medal for all the ways I adore you This is me talkin cordial, yeah, I got some home training That aint what you like, aint it? What about if I was as famous as Marshall? Would you give fellatio in the carpool? Cops pull us over, they just wanna know if you gargle Singin, I hope shes good enough Meanwhile youre chasin her Chlamydia couldnt even get rid of her Pity the fool and pity the fool in me, Ima live with her Game of love, love, love, love La-La-La-La-La love She doesnt love me, no, she dont love me no more She hates my company, guess she dont love me no more I tried to get her up out of my head, left my bags at the door She screamed she loved me like she never did before And I told her, Go where you wanna! Go do whatcha wanna do, I dont care! And I told her, Go where you wanna! Go do whatcha wanna do, I dont care! So needless to say Im feelin betrayed Snatch my house key off her key chain She jumps off Wee-Bey from The Wires dick Now shes chasin me with a cheese grater Here goes that broken record cliché Its all my fault anyway, shes turnin the tables, Im a beat-break She treats my face like Serato, she cuts and scratches like a DJ Each day is an Instant Replay They say what we display is symptomatic of addict behaviour Back together, but forgot today was her B-day She cut me off on the freeway Simple misunderstanding, but just as I went to slam on the brakes Thats when I realized that she may be crazy as me, wait Bitch cut my fuckin brakeline Stepped on them fuckers eight times Still goin seventy-three, thank God theres an exit comin up What the mother-F-U-C-Ks wrong with her? Hit the off ramp til I coasted to a goshdamn halt Hit a fuckin tree, now here she comes at full speed Shes racin at me, okay, you wanna fuck with me, eh? Snatch that bitch out her car through the window She screamin, I body slam her on the cement Until the concrete gave and created a sinkhole Buried the stink ho in it, then paid to have the street repaved Woke up in a dream state In a cold sweat like I got hit with a freeze ray during a heat wave Guess I eventually caved though, ‘cause shes layin next to me in bed—directly aimin a gat at my head! Woke up again and jumped up Like, Fuck it! Ive had it, Im checkin into rehab I confess Im a static addict, I guess thats why Im so clingy Every girl Ive ever had either says I got too much baggage Or Im too fuckin dramatic Man, what the fuck is the matter? Im just a fuckin romantic I fuckin love you, you fuckin bitch! Combative, possessive, in fact last time I was mad at an ex I actually set off a chain reaction of tragic events I said, Hit the road, then after she left I sent that bitch a text that said, Be careful driving Dont read this and have an accident She glanced to look at it and wrecked Too bad, thought we had a connect No sense dwelling makes, never been a more compelling case Than the model covered in LOréal and mace Who fell from grace eleven stories for storytellin While the whore was yellin, Rape! Til her vocal cords were swellin And her voice were more hoarser than Tori Spellings face Still they swarm the gates of my fancy estates To greet Norman Bates with a warm embrace Less youre Andrea Yates, dont ask me for a date though Dont be late, well, the sentiments great But wait, think theres been a mistake You wanted an intimate date, I wanna intimidate I have infinite hate in my blood Its mainly cause of the game of— Wait, dinner at eight? I have infinite hate in my blood Its mainly cause of the— Game of love, love, love, love La-La-La-La-La love258Embed

Unaccommodating Lyrics Oh, this what we doin? Alright M.A I like a bitch that like to wobble, wobble Shake it, shake it, break it, break it, uh Nigga, we made it, made it, they hate it, hate it Pro professional, pure persistent, Im paper chasing I hate complaining, I hated waiting, Ill pay for patience But I hate to pay a bill And I made a mil without a major deal Yeah, her ass fake, but she came for real Money aint a thing, that aint a thing for real Its the broke lingo And no, aint nothing Saweetie, this is no Quavo Man, I just get high, let my hoes lay low I just want some face but this is no facial Do right and kill erbody, Drake mode Bitch, Im tryna eat out, take your plate mode Disrespect that life and Im in gang mode You can leave this earth, bitch, Im in rake mode Im in cake mode , Im in brave mode, uh What up, Marshall? Im a martian, Im in Wayne mode Neck wet, big drip, Im in rain mode Eight niggas, eight hittas, take eight souls Collect pesos , and Im paid, so? Self-made goals When the pain leaves Where does the pain go? Tip of the backwood is where the flame goes To the sky is where my brain goes Same pack, same fiend, sellin the same clothes Pinocchio and my pistol, they got the same nose Me and my niggas gotta eat, we share the same stove Case closed, bodies in my lane, bitch, lane closed Game over, Thanos on you H-Os On my petty shit but I dont paint toes Get the plunger cause Marshall and M.A go plum crazy Call us liquid plumber, cause even Dre know Beat knocks like a beefed up Detox Youre gonna need three squads of police officers at least to come pull me off of it and I dont stop Please, dawg, I need yall to keep talking shit cause I feed off of it I am the complete opposite of these retards who spit these weak bars, Ima leave carnage Each thoughtll be so toxic, itll block the wind through your esophagus Stop it, cutting off your oxygen And I hit them pads like a boxing gym Better watch for Slim, better get to popping and when Im at the top again I wont topple, Im giving it to anyone who wanna come and get it and Im not gonna stop But when they ask me is the war finished with MGK? Of course it is I cleansed him of his mortal sins, Im God and the Lord forgives even the devil worshippers Im moving on but you know your scruples are gone when youre born with Lucifers horns And youre from the school of Notorious, Puba, Cube and The Poor Righteous Teachers tutored my students Showed them all the blueprint and formula But it seems like the more they studied my music, the more they remind me of eyeballs Im watching my pupils get cornier But Im contemplating yelling Bombs away on the game Like Im outside of an Ariana Grande concert waiting They call me Saddam Hussein, Ayatollah Khomeini Wheres Osama been? I been laden lately Look at how Im behaving, they want me gone away They wanna JonBenét me , Im unaccommodating Man, I dont see why they hate me Im a clown like John Wayne Gacy They call me Kanye crazy APESHIT, Beyonce, Jay-Z And Im back with Andre, baby And the doctors operating But he never put no scrubs on from Snoop, K. Dot to Shady Shady like a shadow or your silhouette, intellect, I better check to see why you feel upset Cause I met your bitch on the internet now Im getting head like a Pillow Pet That bimbo can put her lips all the way around this bone and then blow Like a dusty cartridge from an old Nintendo Those were the days but I bet you, Im never gonna be broke again, no I dont smoke but I got paper, to be blunt, Im rolling Indo And I keep it one comma, zero, zero, zero, zero Real, real, real, murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, kill Nickel-plated, twenty two, two, two Bitch, shut the fuck up fore I shoot you too Aint shit I wont do just to get a few YouTube views Run up in a church like pew, pew, pew Cause thats what I do, do, do But, even to the untrained human eye We aint the same, you and I Somebody should have explained to you why For you to go against me, its simply insane, you will die Thats why they call me Kamikaze, its plain suicide, yeah But I know magic and here go my last trick Im bout to say Abracadabra and pull a B Rabbit up out of my hat Im about to relapse and I betcha that you wont know how to react But a look of disgust, I dont doubt itd be that As I begin to fuckin devour the track And you backpedal, that is a cowardly act Like a Saudi attack when the towers collapsed They call me Saddam Hussein, Ayatollah Khomeini Wheres Osama been? I been laden lately Look at how Im behaving, they want me gone away They wanna JonBenét me , Im unaccommodating188Embed

Like Toy Soldiers Lyrics Step by step, heart to heart Left, right, left, we all fall down... Step by step, heart to heart Left, right, left, we all fall down Like toy soldiers Bit by bit, torn apart We never win, but the battle wages on For toy soldiers Im supposed to be the soldier who never blows his composure Even though I hold the weight of the whole world on my shoulders I aint never supposed to show it My crew aint supposed to know it Even if it means goin toe-to-toe with a Benzino It dont matter, I never drag em in battles that I cant handle Less I absolutely have to, Im supposed to set an example I need to be the leader, my crew looks for me to guide em If some shit ever does pop off, Im supposed to be beside em That Ja shit, I tried to squash it, it was too late to stop it Theres a certain line you just dont cross, and he crossed it I heard him say Hailies name on a song and I just lost it It was crazy, the shit went way beyond some JAY-Z and Nas shit And even though the battle was won, I feel like we lost it I spent so much energy on it, honestly Im exhausted And Im so caught in it, I almost feel Im the one who caused it This aint what Im in hip-hop for, its not why I got in it That was never my object, for someone to get killed Why would I wanna destroy somethin I helped build? It wasnt my intentions, my intentions were good I went through my whole career without ever mentionin And that was just outta respect, for not runnin my mouth And talkin about somethin that I knew nothin about Plus Dre told me stay out, this just wasnt my beef So I did, I just fell back, watched and gritted my teeth While hes all over TV, down-talkin the man Who literally saved my life, like fuck it, I understand This is business, and this shit just isnt none of my business But still knowin the shit could pop off at any minute, cause— Step by step, heart to heart Left, right, left, we all fall down Like toy soldiers Bit by bit, torn apart We never win, but the battle wages on For toy soldiers There used to be a time when you could just say a rhyme and Wouldnt have to worry about one of your people dyin But now its elevated, cause once you put someones kids in it The shit gets escalated—it aint just words no more, is it? Its a different ballgame, you call names and you aint just rappin We actually tried to stop the 50 and Ja beef from happenin Me and Dre had sat with him, kicked it and had a chat with him And asked him not to start it, he wasnt gonna go after him Until Ja started yappin in magazines how he stabbed him Fuck it, 50, smash him! Mash on him, let him have it Meanwhile my attentions pulled in another direction Some receptionist at The Source who answers phones at his desk Has an erection for me and thinks that Ill be his resurrection Tries to blow the dust off his mic and make a new record But now hes fucked the game up cause one of the ways I came up Was through that publication, the same one that made me famous Now the owner of it has got a grudge against me for nothin? Well, fuck it, that motherfucker could get it too, fuck him then! But Im so busy bein pissed off, I dont stop to think That weve just inherited 50s beef with Murder Inc. And hes inherited mine, which is fine, aint like either of us mind We still have soldiers thats on the front line Whos willin to die for us as soon as we give the orders Never to extort us, strictly to show they support us And maybe shout em out in a rap or up in a chorus To show em we love em back and let em know how important It is to have Runyon Avenue soldiers up in our corners Their loyalty to us is worth more than any award is But I aint tryna have none of my people hurt or murdered It aint worth it, I cant think of a perfecter way to word it Than to just say that I love yall too much to see the verdict Ill walk away from it all fore I let it go any further But dont get it twisted, its not a plea that Im coppin Im just willin to be the bigger man, if yall can quit poppin Off at the jaws, well, then I can, cause frankly Im sick of talkin Im not gonna let someone elses coffin rest on my conscience Cause— Step by step, heart to heart Left, right, left, we all fall down Like toy soldiers Bit by bit, torn apart We never win, but the battle wages on For toy soldiers219Embed

Space Bound Lyrics We touch, I feel a rush; we clutch, it isnt much But its enough to make me wonder whats in store for us Its lust, its torturous, you must be a sorceress Cause you just did the impossible: gained my trust Dont play games, itll be dangerous If you fuck me over, ‘cause if I get burnt, Ima show ya What its like to hurt, ‘cause I been treated like dirt before ya And love is evil — spell it backwards, Ill show ya Nobody knows me, Im cold, walk down this road all alone Its no ones fault but my own, its the path Ive chosen to go Frozen as snow, I show no emotion whatsoever so Dont ask me why I have no love for these muhfuckin hoes Bloodsuckin succubuses, what the fuck is up with this? Ive tried in this department, but I aint had no luck with this It sucks, but its exactly what I thought it would be like Tryin to start over, I got a hole in my heart But some kind of emotional roller coaster Is something I wont go on So you toy with my emotions, so its over Its like an explosion every time I hold ya Wasnt joking when I told ya You take my breath away, youre a supernova, and Im a— Im a space-bound rocket ship and your hearts the Moon And Im aimin right at you, right at you 250,000 miles on a clear night in June And Im aimin right at you Right at you, right at you Ill do whatever it takes, when Im with you, I get the shakes My body aches when I aint with you, I have zero strength Theres no limit on how far I would go, no boundaries, no lengths Why do we say that until we get that person that we thinks Gonna be that one? And then once we get em, its never the same You want em when they dont want you Soon as they do, feelings change Its not a contest and I aint on no conquest for no mate I wasnt lookin when I stumbled on to you, musta been fate But so much is at stake, what the fuck does it take? Lets cut to the chase fore the door shuts in your face Promise me if I cave in and break and leave myself open That I wont be makin a mistake, ‘cause Im a— Im a space-bound rocket ship and your hearts the Moon And Im aimin right at you, right at you 250,000 miles on a clear night in June And Im aimin right at you Right at you, right at you So, after a year and six months, its no longer me that you want But I love you so much it hurts, never mistreated you once I poured my heart out to you, let down my guard, swear to God Ill blow my brains in your lap, lay here and die in your arms Drop to my knees and Im pleadin, Im tryna stop you from leavin You wont even listen, so fuck it, Im tryna stop you from breathin I put both hands on your throat, I sit on top of you squeezin Til I snap your neck like a Popsicle stick, aint no possible reason I can think of to let you walk up out this house and let you live Tears stream down both of my cheeks Now I let you go and just give And fore I put that gun to my temple, I told you this And I wouldve done anything for you To show you how much I adored you But its over now, its too late to save our love Just promise me youll think of me Every time you look up in the sky and see a star, ‘cause Im a— Im a space-bound rocket ship and your hearts the Moon And Im aimin right at you, right at you 250,000 miles on a clear night in June And Im so lost without you Without you, without you273Embed

Best Friend Lyrics Aint never been much of the church type But I believe in the last days I walk through Hell almost every night But I believe its a pathway Say, boy, what you doin with your life With those tattoos on your face? Say, boy, you know that youll pay the price Well, I guess Ill see when I head that way To the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit I hold you nearest My best friend, best friend Let the trumpets blow with your appearance I can almost hear it My best friend, best friend When you wish me hell upon my soul and spirit Behold these lyrics I got a best friend, best friend Yeah, I got a best friend, best friend, yeah I dont know much about Holy Bibles But I grew up in the Bible Belt I put my love for a woman on idle Because I got beat with my mamas belt But I learned from my mistakes Try hard to respect people for what they believin in But if you spit on my fuckin grave And wish me Hell, then I wish you well Ima send you straight up to my best friend To the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit I hold you nearest My best friend, best friend Let the trumpets blow with your appearance I can almost hear it My best friend, best friend When you wish me hell upon my soul and spirit Behold these lyrics I got a best friend, best friend Yeah, I got a best friend, best friend, yeah God, please would you arm me with the armor To calm me when theres drama like Gandhi? Could have gone the other way many times Could have turned Dalai with the llama, but I squashed my Beefs, and things seem To be looking decent recently, but dont jinx it Its like Clint Eastwood looking for peace though Maybe not finna enter the priesthood But at least should make an attempt to Show some remorse and to be some sort of a repenter For the people Ive been a menace to Not a preacher but a shit starter and finisher Enter the mind of a thick skin, but a short temper This patience of mine is thinner Than twine is when I Get attacked, so I might say something back That might offend you So if you dont like when I rap or what I have to Say on the mic, then you might wanna act just Like quarterbacks and take a fuckin hike when I snap cause Im a sinner, and I, I got a best friend, best friend Plus balls and intestines, and they never been yes men They gon tell me when Im fuckin up the minute Im ever givin it less than Im about to vomit and I can feel it comin Cause failures somethin I can barely stomach And I only listen to my gut So unless youre my fuckin belly button Dont tell me nuttin, you aint my best friend, best friend Who you think Im talkin bout? Lifts me up when Im down and out Still look to him without a doubt Still got a best friend, best friend Shout it out Like theres never been a louder mouth Should have never been allowed a mouth Now that I got a higher power, now When I blackout, power outage—oww They powerless, but they crowd around They tend to flock like shepherds, the black sheep But Ill be the worst thing that these motherfuckers ever heard When Im counted out Youll be D-O-A, theyll announce But pronounce you dead when they sound it out So prepare for a rival, your arch enemy surrounds you now Hes all around you—blaow Not even the doctors at the hospital Are gonna shiggy-shock you back to life Its im-piggy-possible to revive you Thats word to the Diggy Doc Stiggy-stoppin is not an option Somethin Im not gonna do Im the Iggy Pop of hip-hop when I walk in the booth Dawg, Im the truth, like Biggie rockin with 2Pac in a suit Talkin to Proof droppin a deuce Fill up a syllable clip like a refillable script, cock it and shoot And who you thinks my Glock that I use? That I pull from to get my strength up against these haters And hell be waitin at the gate when you get sprayed up Sendin you hoes straight up to deal with my best friend To the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit I hold you nearest My best friend, best friend Let the trumpets blow with your appearance I can almost hear it My best friend, best friend When you wish me hell upon my soul and spirit Behold these lyrics I got a best friend, best friend Yeah, I got a best friend, best friend, yeah713Embed

Legacy Lyrics Tell me where to go Tell me what to do Ill be right there for you Tell me what to say No matter if its true Ill say it all for you I used to be the type of kid That would always think the sky is fallin Why am I so differently wired? Am I a martian? What kind of twisted experiment am I involved in? ‘Cause I dont belong in this world Thats why Im scoffin at authority, defiant often Flyin off at the handle at my mom No dad, so I am noncompliant at home At school Im just shy and awkward And I dont need no goddamn psychologist Tryna diagnose why I have all these underlyin problems Thinkin he can try and solve em Im outside chalkin up drawings On the sidewalk and in the front drive talkin To myself, either that or inside hidin off in The corner somewhere quiet, tryin not to Be noticed ‘cause Im cryin and sobbin I had a bad day at school so I aint talkin Some cocksucker shoved me into a fuckin locker ‘Cause he said that I eye-balled him And if you fall, Ill get you there Ill be your savior from all the wars That are fought inside your world Please have faith in my words ‘Cause this is my legacy, legacy, yeah This is my legacy, legacy, yeah Theres no guarantee Its not up to me, we can only see This is my legacy, legacy, legacy, legacy I used to be the type of kid that would always think the skys fallin Why am I so differently wired in my noggin? ‘Cause sporadic as my thoughts come, its mind-bogglin ‘Cause I obsess on everything in my mind, small shit Bothers me, but not my father, he said sayonara Then split, but I don’t give a shit Im fine long as theres batteries in my Walkman Nothing is the matter with me Shit, look on the bright side, at least I aint walkin I bike ride through the neighborhood of my apartment Complex on a ten-speed which Ive acquired parts that I find in the garbage, a frame then put tires on it Headphones on, look straight ahead if kids try and start shit But if this is all there is for me life offers Why bother even tryin to put up a fight? Its nonsense But I think a light bulb just lit up in my conscience What about them rhymes Ive been jottin? They are kind of giving me confidence Instead of tryin to escape through my comics Why dont I just blast a little something like Onyx? To put me in the mood to wanna fight and write songs that Say what I wanna say to the kid that said that I eye-balled him Grab hold of my balls, like, Thats right, fights on, bitch! Who woulda knew, from the moment I turned the mic on, that I could be iconic in my conquest? Thats word to Phife Dawg from A Tribe Called Quest This is my legacy, legacy, yeah This is my legacy, legacy, yeah Theres no guarantee Its not up to me, we can only see This is my legacy, legacy, legacy, legacy I used to be the type of kid that would always think the skys fallin Now I think the fact that Im differently wireds awesome ‘Cause if I wasnt, I wouldnt be able to work words like this And connect lines like crosswords And use my enemys words as strength To try and draw from, and get inspired off em ‘Cause all my life I was told and taught I am not shit By you wack fuckin giant sacks of lyin dog shit Now you shut up, bitch, I am talkin Thought I was full of horseshit And now you fuckin worship the ground on which I am walkin Me against the world, so what? Im Brian Dawkins Versus the whole 0-16 Lions offense So bring on the Giants, Falcons, and Miami Dolphins Its the body bag game, bitch, Im supplyin coffins ‘Cause you dicks butt kiss, bunch of Brian Baldingers Youre gon die a ball-licker, Ive been diabolical With this dialogue since 99 Rawkus You dont respect the legacy I leave behind, yall can Suck a dick; the day you beat me, pigsll fly out my ass In a flyin saucer full of Italian sausage The most high exaltin and I aint haltin Til I die of exhaustion, inhale my exhaust fumes The best part about me is I am not you Im me, and Im the Fire Marshall, and this is my— This is my legacy, legacy, yeah This is my legacy, legacy, yeah Theres no guarantee Its not up to me, we can only see This is my legacy, legacy, legacy, legacy329Embed

Sing for the Moment Lyrics These ideas are nightmares to white parents Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings Like whatever they say has no bearing Its so scary in a house that allows no swearing To see him walkin around with his headphones blarin Alone in his own zone, cold and he dont care, hes A problem child, and what bothers him all comes out When he talks about his fuckin dad walkin out Cause he hates him so bad that he blocks him out If he ever saw him again hed probably knock him out His thoughts are wacked, hes mad so hes talkin back Talkin black, brainwashed from rock and rap He sags his pants, do-rags and a stockin cap His stepfather hit him so he socked him back And broke his nose, his house is a broken home Theres no control, he just lets his emotions go Sing with me , sing for the year Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear Sing it with me, its just for today Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away Entertainment is changin, intertwinin with gangsters In the land of the killers, a sinners mind is a sanctum Holy or unholy, only have one homie Only this gun, lonely ‘cause dont anyone know me Yet everybody just feels like they can relate I guess words are a motherfucker, they can be great Or they can degrade, or even worse, they can teach hate Its 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 wont hesitate to produce handguns Thats 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 Im signin CDs while police fingerprint me Theyre for the judges daughter, but his grudge is against me If Im such a fuckin menace, this shit doesnt make sense, B Its all political, if my music is literal And Im a criminal, how the fuck can I raise a little girl? I couldnt, I wouldnt be fit to Youre full of shit too, Guerrera, that was a fist that hit you! Sing with me , sing for the year Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear Sing it with me, its just for today Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away 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 Ill get sued See, what these kids do is hear about us totin pistols And they wanna get one ‘cause they think the shits cool Not knowin we really just protectin ourselves We entertainers, of course the shits affectin our sales You ignoramus, but music is reflection of self We just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail Its fucked up, aint it? How we can come from practically nothin To bein able to have any fuckin thing that we wanted Thats why we sing for these kids who dont 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 whos ever been through shit in they lives So they sit and they cry at night, wishin theyd die Til they throw on a rap record and they sit and they vibe Were nothin to you, but were the fuckin shit in they eyes Thats why we seize the moment, try to freeze it and own it Squeeze it and hold it ‘cause we consider these minutes golden And maybe theyll admit it when were gone Just let our spirits live on Through our lyrics that you hear in our songs, and we can— Sing with me , sing for the year Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear Sing it with me, its just for today Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away Sing with me , sing for the year Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear Sing it with me, its just for today Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away326Embed

Renegade Lyrics Motherfuckers say that Im foolish, I only talk about jewels Do you fools listen to music or do you just skim through it? See, Im influenced by the ghetto you ruined The same dude you gave nothin, I made somethin doin What I do through and through and I give you the news with a twist, its just his ghetto point of view The renegade, you been afraid I penetrate pop culture Bring em a lot closer to the block where they pop toasters And they live with they moms, got dropped roadsters From botched robberies, niggas crouched over Mamis knocked up cause she wasnt watched over Knocked down by some clown When child support knocked, No, hes not around Now, how that sound to ya? Jot it down I bring you through the ghetto without ridin round Hidin down, duckin strays from frustrated youths stuck in they ways Just read a magazine that fucked up my day How you rate music that thugs with nothin relate to it? I help them see they way through it, not you Cant step in my pants, cant walk in my shoes Bet everything you worth, youll lose your tie and your shirt Since Im in a position to talk to these kids and they listen I aint no politician, but Ill kick it with em a minute Cause see, they call me a menace and if the shoe fits, Ill wear it But if it dont, then yallll swallow the truth, grin and bear it Now whos the king of these rude, ludicrous, lucrative lyrics? Who could inherit the title, put the youth in hysterics Usin his music to steer it, sharin his views and his merits? But theres a huge interference, theyre sayin you shouldnt hear it Maybe its hatred I spew, maybe its food for the spirit Maybe its beautiful music I made for you to just cherish But Im debated, disputed, hated and viewed in America As a motherfuckin drug addict, like you didnt experiment? Now, now, thats when you start to stare at whos in the mirror And see yourself as a kid again, and you get embarrassed And I got nothin to do but make you look stupid as parents You fuckin do-gooders, too bad you couldnt do good at marriage And do you have any clue what I had to do to get here? I dont think you do, so stay tuned and keep your ears glued to the stereo Cause here we go, hes Jigga-Jur-Jigga-Jih-Jigga And Im the sinister Mr. Kiss-My-Ass is just a Renegade, never been afraid to say Whats on my mind at any given time of day Cause Im a renegade Never been afraid to talk about anything , anything Renegade, never been afraid to say Whats on my mind at any given time of day Cause Im a renegade Never been afraid to holler about anything , anything I had to hustle, my back to the wall, ashy knuckles Pockets filled with a lotta lint, not a cent Gotta vent, lotta innocent lives lost on the project bench What you hollerin? Gotta pay rent, bring dollars in By the bodega, iron under my coat, feelin braver Durag wrappin my waves up, pockets full of hope Do not step to me Im awkward, I box lefty An orphan, my pops left me And often my mama wasnt home Could not stress to me, I wasnt grown Specially on nights I brought somethin home to quiet the stomach rumblings My demeanor thirty years my senior My childhood didnt mean much, only raisin green up Raisin my fingers to critics, raisin my head to the sky Big, I did it, multi before I die No lie, just know I chose my own fate I drove by the fork in the road and went straight See, Im a poet to some, a regular modern-day Shakespeare Jesus Christ, the king of these Latter-day Saints here To shatter the picture in which of that as they paint me as A monger of hate, satanist, scatter-brained atheist But that aint the case, see, its a matter of taste We as a people decide if Shadys as bad as they say he is Or is he the latter, a gateway to escape? Media scapegoat who they can be mad at today See, its as easy as cake, simple as whistlin Dixie While Im wavin the pistol at sixty Christians against me Go to war with the Mormons, take a bath with the Catholics In holy water, no wonder they tried to hold me under longer Im a motherfuckin spiteful, delightful eyeful The new Ice Cube, motherfuckers hate to like you What did I do? , Im just a kid from the gutter Makin his butter off these bloodsuckers, cause Im a motherfuckin Renegade, never been afraid to say Whats on my mind at any given time of day Cause Im a renegade Never been afraid to talk about anything , anything Renegade, never been afraid to say Whats on my mind at any given time of day Cause Im a renegade Never been afraid to holler about anything , anything Renegade, never been afraid to say Whats on my mind at any given time of day Cause Im a renegade Never been afraid to talk about anything , anything Renegade, never been afraid to say Whats on my mind at any given time of day Cause Im a renegade Never been afraid to holler about anything , anything 231Embed

Gnat Lyrics Yeah, yeah, sick They say these bars are like COVID You get em right off the bat Infected with SARS and Corona Like you took a bite off of that And it goes from martian to human Thats how the virus attacks They come at me with machine guns Like trying to fight off a gnat Still stackin my chips, hoes Higher than Shaq on his tiptoes Atop the Empire State Buildin This shit is like childs play, childrеn I will anni-nihilate, kill them Ill fuck around and pile еight million Dead little juveniles, wait, chill, then Ill await my trial date til then Aint nothin you say could ever trump , mic, pencil get killed If youre hypersensitive, I wasnt referencin the vice president, chill I mean my penmanship at times tends to get ill, violence but with skill Thats why I hence when I write ends up with the mic and pencil gettin killed And Im still ride or die for the squad So you know which side that Im on If a battle lines ever drawn, but if I get involved Itll be like K9s in a brawl But not similar to Mike Vick at all Cause even if I dont have a dog in the fight They aint never gonna get rid of the fight in the dog Got stripes like a tiger, so you might get mauled, a mic in the palms Like claws, I can swing right for your jaw And rip it off with one swipe of the paw Bitch, you still on my dick or nah? If I suck, your wife is a straw Im sick and Im not gonna cover my mouth next time that I cough cause They say these bars are like COVID You get em right off the bat Infected with SARS and Corona Like you took a bite off of that And it goes from martian to human Thats how the virus attacks They come at me with machine guns Like trying to fight off a gnat And d.a. got that dope he sends to me Its like pneumonia symptoms and contracting COVID instantly Which is what separates my flow from theirs So that no one gets even close to this to pose a risk to me So vocalistically , thats social distancing Flow going viral, you best stay strapped With that Lysol and get way back Get that Pine-Sol and that Ajax Cause this dry cough is just like football umpires callin a playback Bitch, back the fuck up like fifteen yards, these rhymes call for a face mask Nother fourteen-day quarantine, theyre cordoning off everything This shit lookin like a horror scene, like me metaphorically Cause them stay-at-home orders seem Like they just keep getting more extreme Who knows when this nightmare will end ? Like Monroe, Norma Jean Still got that heroin lyrical drip with that morphine and that Thorazine Cause Im so fuckin dope and youre a fiend And thats the one thing that hasnt changed For some semblance of normalcy But I might need that Hydrochloroquine cause I got that The Dark Horse, Im a knight-mare Mom fed me Valium like air Thought thats why they called it a high chair I got a contact like eyewear Wait a minute, bitch, let me lie here 20/20 hindsight in my side mirror Every year, you drop the ball like Times Square My hair trigger whenever I get an ideas Like, fuck, now my name rings out like a sponge mop And my drip was a drop In the bucket, so that gun shot You just heard just now in that one spot Just came from the nine mil that I just got Thats big bucks and I got a full money clip and Im loaded I aint even mean to go the fuck off And Im still totally inappropriate with an opiate Groping it while Im holding it like a trophy Im hoping a little codeinell get me ODin Woah, everything is slow, I begin to floating I know that Im getting loaded, the pen exploded Hiroshima with the flows, a utopia With the dope, Im an OG, Im like the G.O.A.T.​ Here to get your goat little bit of sodium, its assault When Im at the podium, at your throat, holy camoly Im in the zone with the shit Im on Get Imodium and a commode because nobodys even close Youre petroleum to plutonium, youre a phony Im at the crib with your ho Got her at the pole like voting with no clothing Stripped down to a toe ring and here we go with the gloating Ive got my nose in the air like a Boeing Then I got into a little bit of an argument with her So I took a little lick of a Klonopin at dinner Then I hit her with the motherfucking ottoman and bit her Then I shot her in the liver, delivered her to the bottom of the river But Im probably gon jump in the water with her With a wad of money cause I got a lot of it And when it come to drippin, I be soppin like a hundred mile an hour Never runnin out of either one of em, I gotta get it cause They say these bars are like COVID You get em right off the bat Infected with SARS and Corona Like you took a bite off of that And it goes from martian to human Thats how the virus attacks They come at me with machine guns Its like trying to fight off a gnat 220Embed

Guts Over Fear Lyrics Feels like a close, its coming to Fuck am I gonna do? Its too late to start over This is the only thing I, thing I know Sometimes I feel like all I ever do is Find different ways to word the same old song Ever since I came along From the day the song called “Hi! My Name Is” dropped Started thinking my name was Fault ‘Cause any time things went wrong I was the one who they would blame it on The media made me the equivalent Of a modern-day Genghis Khan Tried to argue it was only entertainment, dog Gangster? Nah, courageous balls Had to change my style, they said Im way too soft And I sound like AZ and Nas, out came the claws And the fangs been out since then But up until the instant that I went against it It was ingrained in me That I wouldnt amount to a shit stain, I thought No wonder I had to unlearn everything my brain was taught Do I really belong in this game?, I pondered I just wanna play my part Should I make waves or not? So back and forth in my brain the tug of war wages on And I dont wanna seem ungrateful Or disrespect the art form I was raised upon But sometimes you gotta take a loss And have people rub it in your face Before you get made pissed off And keep plugging, its your only outlet And your only outfit, so you know they gonna talk about it Better find a way to counter it quick and make it… ah Feel like Ive already said this a kabillion 80 times How many times can I say the same thing Different ways that rhyme? What I really wanna say is, if theres anyone else that can relate to my story, bet you feel the same way I felt When I was in the same place you are, when I was afraid to— I was a, afraid to make a single sound Afraid I would never find a way out, out, out Afraid Id never be found I didnt wanna go another round An angry mans power will shut you up Trip wires fill this house with tip-toed love Run out of excuses for everyone So here I am and I will not run Guts over fear Guts over fear For all the times I let you push me round I let you keep me down Guts over fear, guts over fear Feels like a close, its coming to Fuck am I gonna do? Its too late to start over This is the only thing I, thing I know I know what it was like, I was there once Single parents, hate your appearance As you struggle to find your place in this world And the pain spawns all the anger on But it wasnt til I put the pain in song Learned who to aim it on that I made a spark Started to spit harder shit Learned how to harness it while the reins were off And there was a lot of bizarre shit, but the crazy part Was soon as I stopped saying I gave a fuck Haters started to appreciate my art And it just breaks my heart to look at all the pain I caused But what am I gonna do when the rage is gone And the lights go out in that trailer park? Oh And the window is closing and theres nowhere else that I can go with flows and Im frozen ‘Cause theres no more emotion for me to pull from Just a bunch of playful songs that I make for fun So, to the break of dawn, here I go recycling the same old song But Id rather make “Not Afraid 2” Than make another motherfucking “We Made You,” ah Now, I dont wanna seem indulgent When I discuss my lows and my highs My demise and my uprise, pray to God I just open enough eyes later on And gave you the supplies and the tools To hopefully use thatll make you strong Enough to lift yourself up, when you feel like I felt ‘Cause I cant explain to yall how dang exhausted my legs felt Just having to balance my dang self When on eggshells, I was made to walk But thank you, Ma, ‘cause that gave me the Strength to cause Shady-mania, so when they empty that stadium Least I made it out of that house And found a place in this world when the day was done So this is for every kid who alls they ever did Was dreamt of one day just getting accepted I represent him or her, anyone similar You are the reason that I made this song And everything youre scared to say Dont be afraid to say no more From this day forward, just let them a-holes talk Take it with a grain of salt—and eat their fucking faces off! The legend of the angry blonde Lives on through you when I’m gone, and to think I was a— I was a, afraid to make a single sound Afraid I would never find a way out, out, out Afraid Id never be found I didnt wanna go another round An angry mans power will shut you up Trip wires fill this house with tip-toed love Run out of excuses for everyone So here I am and I will not run Guts over fear Guts over fear For all the times I let you push me round I let you keep me down Guts over fear, guts over fear1KEmbed

Marshall Mathers Lyrics You know, I just dont get it Last year I was nobody, this year Im selling records Now everybody wants to come around Like I owe em somethin The fuck you want from me, ten-million dollars? Get the fuck outta here You see, Im just Marshall Mathers Im just a regular guy I dont know why all the fuss about me Nobody ever gave a fuck before All they did was doubt me Now everybody wanna run their mouth And try to take shots at me Yo, you might see me joggin, you might see me walkin You might see me walkin a dead Rottweiler dog With its head chopped off in the park with a spiked collar Hollerin at him cause the son of a bitch wont quit barkin Or leanin out a window with a cocked shotgun Drivin up the block in the car that they shot Pac in Looking for Bigs killers, dressin ridiculous Blue and red, like I dont see what the big deal is Double barrel 12-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 theirs like they switched wallets And amidst all this Crist poppin and wristwatches I just sit back and just watch and just get nauseous And walk around with an empty bottle of Remy Martin Startin shit like some twenty-six-year-old skinny Cartman An anti-Backstreet and Ricky Martin Whose instincts to kill NSYNC, dont get me started These fuckin brats cant sing and Britneys garbage Whats this bitch, retarded? Give me back my sixteen dollars! All I see is sissies in magazines smilin Whatever happened to wilin out and being violent? Whatever happened to catchin a good old-fashioned passionate ass-whoopin And gettin your shoes, coat and your hat tooken? New Kids on the Block suck a lot of dick Boy, girl groups make me sick And I cant wait til I catch all you faggots in public Ima love it Vanilla Ice dont like me , he said some shit in Vibe to spite me Then went and dyed his hair just like me A bunch of little kids wanna swear just like me And run around screamin I dont care, just bite me! I think I was put here to annoy the world And destroy your little four-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 Faggy 2 Dope and Silent Gay Claimin Detroit, when yall live twenty miles away And I dont wrestle, Ill 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 Ducked down and got paintballs shot at they truck — blaow! Look at yall runnin your mouth again When you aint seen a fuckin mile road south of 10 And I dont need help from D12 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 dont get fucked in mine like you two little flamin faggots Cause Im just Marshall Mathers Im not a wrestler guy Ill knock you out if you talk about me Come and see me on the streets alone If you assholes doubt me And if you wanna run your mouth Then come take your best shot at me Is it because you love me that yall expect so much of me? You little groupie bitch, get off me, go fuck Puffy Now because of this blonde mop thats on top Of this fucked up head that Ive got, Ive 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 hes too big to do some shit with MC Get-Bizzy My fuckin bitch moms suin for ten-million She must want a dollar for every pill Ive 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 doesnt matter, faggot Talkin about I fabricated my past Hes just aggravated I wont ejaculate in his ass 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 of a sudden I got ninety-some cousins A half-brother and sister who never seen me Or even bothered to call me until they saw me on TV Now everybodys so happy and proud Im finally allowed to step foot in my girlfriends house 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 Uh, here, XXL! XXL! Now your magazine shouldnt have so much trouble to sell Aw, fuck it, Ill even buy a couple myself Cause Im just Marshall Mathers Im just a regular guy I dont know why all the fuss about me Nobody ever gave a fuck before All they did was doubt me Now everybody wanna run their mouth And try to take shots at me Because Im just Marshall Mathers Im just a regular guy I dont know why all the fuss about me Nobody ever gave a fuck before All they did was doubt me Now everybody wanna run their mouth And try to take shots at me 117Embed

Speedom Lyrics I get to bustin like Im a thirty ought six When Im rippin the beat up, but then I heard he got pissed When I got at the top and they made him purty hot Cause he knowin that Tecca Nina the dirty chop Hes handle, holmes, heres a handful How in the hell he hoverin havin hella go ham though? I said to Seven, Richie Havensll be the man So we put it together thinkin Eminem was a gamble Guess not, cause he be the guest spot Kaliko said, What we doin? – I said to him, Lets chop! So now the people finally get three of the best locked Never be another choppers comin so lets rock, nigga! Youre on, people got to wonderin if its a for sure song Yes, I got another killer makin a tour strong If you thinkin of battlin—uh, youre gone! Nobody can catch him, he the Speedy Gonzales The beat is a problem And if you got your feet in your mouth You gon have to beat it up out of him Its a lot of em, and I mean a lot of em And me and Nina used to follow them Ive got to audibly body them This is it, man, the hitman, the Ip Man, karate em And if fans will lift hands, well get dancin out of em And in Kansas advanced to withstand a pile of em Who stands with two hands up movin the crowd of em If I aint makin sense Then you better sample the amp of it like the bass It aint ever been a gift for me to heat em I beat em, I burn em They never heard of us, but look at em turnin up I slap the shirt off a super simpleton, make em be impotent If and when I be flippin, niggas be feminine I said the purpose to pimp a pen And reverse the conditions Im livin in And do bigger numbers than Eminem Gotta be fast, or Ill smash on a nigga With half the cash Im a little sicker, quicker than you figure I make em shiver bigger than the winter If you half-ass deliverin Ima eat your dinner Better than mine, oh no, not me, I mean other guys I jump around, so do that mean that Im rubberized? Me and N9ne master, meaning we murderize Well bleed em, beat em til they be gone, feed em! Speedom! Speedom! Speedom! Speedom! Speedom! Speedom! Speedom! Speedom! Sometimes I feel Like Ill never slow down Sometimes I feel Like Ill never slow down Wait! Fore I wreck this beat, let me just check to see If Stephanie Mills left any extra refills Of ecstasy pills next to me, in the seats spilled Or she eat em all with a breakfast drink Im in the habit of grabbin a mic and babblin, I dabble in Vics But I might just swallow my fuckin Ritalin tablet after tonight Im grabbin it right from the medicine cabinet Cause thats what its like, and attackin it like a Dracula bite Jetpack in a backpack when I write All this anger pent-up inside I went up inside a Bennigans diner with a cigarette lighter Figured Id try to set a big enough fire Thatll trigger the sprinkler system And Id escape, but the getaway driver Screwed up my limo, collided with the center divider I went through the window And ended up being pinned to the side Of a semi fender beside a friend of the guys wife Brenda The flight attendant from Idaho That took an antenna in the vagina hole Cause when I pick up a pen Im venomous And Im as slick as Dennis the Menace Like an evil dental hygienist, sinister Youve been yellin dementedness I invented this, Im the genesis Eminem is a nemesis to a feminist Fuckin smart alec degenerate, I got Ellen DeGeneres Tryna tell me these men are just full of jealousy, envious Of female independence, hell with a clitoris, hit or miss You will never consider this a bitter disappointment Ill never fail to deliver this Whatever the weather in thisll be Just like a certificate of authenticity that Im thinkin about Just tryna think of the quickest and sickest way To make em picket, I pick a day to be a prick Then Im pickin the wickedest shit to say Spit it back on a level, incredible Head full of Red Bull, unforgettable Better believe these beats are edible I consider loose leaf a vegetable And I stalk my prey You think you got away? Uh-uh, not today Murder you on a song and then Ill just say I was with Dr. Dre and Robert Blake, eatin lobster, steak And coffee cake at a restaurant with Drake And Tech just gotta make sure that our stories corroborate Im a lot to take, like Kanye walkin up on the stage For Beyoncé, like its my job to say That youre not a real artist, but its my obligation Honest Abe is on his way, you will not escape Ammunition replenished, the Punisher With his gun insured, hundred words In a clip, other words motherfuckers better run If youre not lookin to get run over by the roadrunner No wonder no one dont wanna go And jump in front of a fuckin runaway locomotive Or get thrown up under it just tryna fuck with the— Speedom! Speedom! Speedom! Speedom! Speedom! Speedom! Speedom! Speedom! Sometimes I feel Like Ill never slow down Sometimes I feel Like Ill never slow down Im the fury, the final fight I flip it on fraudulent fellas for feelin fright I flick it on fire, finish him when the flow in flight Feminine fakers fall, Im floggin a foe with a fife Never forget it, I severed the head of a critic I sped up and did it, you trippin to be a dead epidemic Or wet up a clinic, and make a bloody redder percentage Of an addict whos havin to get the lead of a cynic I was never the Devil, I put up a fight up in the industry Pedal to metal, we givin the light, a lot of energy We reppin, beat checkin he that be Koba If hes the evil enemy itll be over Running you down, in front of your town You ever makin fun of the clown, Im gunnin you down We doin it under the ground, a wonderful sound If anybody come at the hound, no onell be found, bitch! Would never be choppin without Slick Rick I got it from the record Lick the Balls and this dick If you never listen to me, you musical misfit Nah, cause every time I be droppin I get bit Im hearin a lot of rappers, they tryin to spit quick But the Middle West got em and we kill em in this bitch If you aint in my circle of choppers you missed it Cause me and my nigga Twista rule it—and this it Speedom! Speedom! Speedom! Speedom! Speedom! Speedom! Speedom! Speedom! Sometimes I feel Like Ill never slow down Sometimes I feel Like Ill never slow down 602Embed

Criminal Lyrics A lot of people ask me stupid fuckin questions A lot of people think that what I say on a record Or what I talk about on a record That I actually do in real life or that I believe in it Or if I say that I wanna kill somebody That Im actually gonna do it or that I believe in it Well, shit, if you believe that, then Ill kill you You know why? Cause Im a criminal! Criminal! Youre goddamn right Im a criminal! Yeah, Im a criminal! My words are like a dagger with a jagged edge Thatll stab you in the head, whether youre a fag or lez Or a homosex, hermaph or a trans-a-vest Pants or dress, hate fags? The answers yes Homophobic? Nah, youre just heterophobic Starin at my jeans, watchin my genitals bulgin Thats my motherfuckin balls, youd better let go of em They belong in my scrotum, youll never get hold of em! Hey, its me, Versace! Whoops, somebody shot me! And I was just checkin the mail, get it? Checkin the male? How many records you expectin to sell After your second LP sends you directly to jail? Come on, relax, guy! I like gay men Right, Ken? Give me an amen! Please Lord, this boy needs Jesus Heal this child, help us destroy these demons Oh, and please send me a brand new car And a prostitute while my wifes sick in the hospital Preacher, preacher! Fifth grade teacher! You cant reach me, my mom cant neither You cant teach me a goddamn thing cause I watch TV and Comcast cable And you aint able to stop these thoughts You cant stop me from toppin these charts And you cant stop me from droppin each March With a brand new CD for these fuckin retards And to think, its just little ol me Mr. Dont-Give-a-Fuck still wont leave Im a criminal! Cause every time I write a rhyme these people think its a crime To tell em whats on my mind, I guess Im a criminal! I dont gotta say a word, I just flip em the bird And keep goin, I dont take shit from no one Im a criminal! Cause every time I write a rhyme these people think its a crime To tell em whats on my mind, I guess Im a criminal! I dont gotta say a word, I just flip em the bird And keep goin, I dont take shit from no one The mother did drugs, hard liquor, cigarettes and speed The baby came out, disfigured ligaments, indeed It was a seed who would grow up just as crazy as she Dont dare make fun of that baby, cause that baby was me Im a criminal, an animal caged who turned crazed But how the fuck you supposed to grow up when you werent raised? So as I got older and I got a lot taller My dick shrunk smaller, but my balls got larger I drank more liquor to fuck you up quicker Than youd wanna fuck me up for sayin the word— My morals went thhbbpp when the president got oral Sex in his Oval Office on top of his desk off of his own employee Now, dont ignore me, you wont avoid me You cant miss me: Im white, blonde-haired, and my nose is pointy Im the bad guy who makes fun of people that die In plane crashes and laughs as long as it aint happenin to him Slim Shady, Im as crazy as Em- -inem and Kim combined In place of the Doctor cause Dre couldnt make it today Hes a little under the weather, so Im takin his place Oh, thats Dre with an AK to his face Dont make me kill him too and spray his brains all over the place I told you, Dre, you shouldve kept that thang put away I guess thatll teach you not to let me play with it, eh? Im a criminal! MEL-MAN: Aight, look EMINEM: Uh-huh MEL-MAN: Just go up in that motherfucker, get the motherfuckin money and get the fuck up outta there EMINEM: Aight MEL-MAN: Ill be right here waitin on you EMINEM: Aight MEL-MAN: Yo, Em EMINEM: What?! MEL-MAN: Dont kill nobody this time EMINEM: Awwright… goddamn, this motherfucker gets on my fuckin nerves! {Whistling} How you doin? TELLER: Hi, how can I help you? EMINEM: Yeah, I need to make a withdrawal TELLER: Okay EMINEM: Put the fuckin money in the bag, bitch, and I wont kill you! TELLER: What? Oh my God, dont kill me! EMINEM: Im not gonna kill you, bitch, quit lookin around TELLER: Dont kill me, Ive got two kids at home dont kill me! EMINEM: I said Im not gonna fuckin kill you TELLER: Dont kill me! EMINEM: Hurry the fuck up! {Gunshot} Thank you! Windows tinted on my ride when I drive in it So when I rob a bank, run out and just dive in it So Ill be disguised in it and if anybody identifies The guy in it, I hide for five minutes Come back, shoot the eyewitness Fire at the private eye hired to pry in my business Die bitches, bastards, brats, pets This puppys lucky I didnt blast his ass yet If I ever gave a fuck, Id shave my nuts Tuck my dick in between my legs and cluck You motherfuckin chickens aint brave enough To say the stuff I say, so just tape it shut Shit, half the shit I say, I just make it up To make you mad, so kiss my white naked ass And if its not a rapper that I make it as Ima be a fuckin rapist in a Jason mask Im a criminal! Cause every time I write a rhyme these people think its a crime To tell em whats on my mind, I guess Im a criminal! I dont gotta say a word, I just flip em the bird And keep goin, I dont take shit from no one Im a criminal! Cause every time I write a rhyme these people think its a crime To tell em whats on my mind, I guess Im a criminal! I dont gotta say a word, I just flip em the bird And keep goin, I dont take shit from no one Im a criminal! Cause every time I write a rhyme these people think its a crime To tell em whats on my mind, I guess Im a criminal! I dont gotta say a word, I just flip em the bird And keep goin, I dont take shit from no one Im a criminal! Cause every time I write a rhyme these people think its a crime To tell em whats on my mind, I guess Im a criminal! I dont gotta say a word, I just flip em the bird And keep goin, I dont take shit from no one Im a criminal!179Embed

Kill You Lyrics When I was just a little baby boy My momma used to tell me these crazy things She used to tell me my daddy was an evil man She used to tell me he hated me But then I got a little bit older And I realized she was the crazy one But there was nothin I could do or say to try to change it Cause thats just the way she was They said I cant rap about bein broke no more They aint say I cant rap about coke no more Slut, you think I wont choke no whore Til them vocal cords dont work in her throat no more? These motherfuckers are thinkin Im playing Thinkin Im sayin this shit cause Im thinkin it just to be sayin it Put your hands down, bitch—I aint gon shoot you Ima pull you to this bullet and put it through you Shut up, slut! Youre causin too much chaos Just bend over and take it like a slut—okay, Ma? Oh, now hes rapin his own mother Abusin a whore, snortin coke And we gave him the Rollin Stone cover? Youre goddamn right, bitch, and now its too late Im triple platinum and tragedies happened in two states I invented violence, you vile venomous volatile vicious Vain Vicodin, vrin vrin vrin! Texas Chainsaw, left his brains all Danglin from his neck while his head barely hangs on Blood, guts, guns, cuts Knives, lives, wives, nuns, sluts Bitch, Ima kill you! You dont wanna fuck with me Girls neither, you aint nothin but a slut to me Bitch, Ima kill you! You aint got the balls to beef We aint gon never stop beefin, I dont squash the beef You better kill me, Ima be another rapper dead For poppin off at the mouth with shit I shouldnt have said But when they kill me, Im bringin the world with me Bitches too, you aint nothin but a girl to me I said you dont wanna fuck with Shady Cause Shady will fuckin kill you I said you dont wanna fuck with Shady Cause Shady will fuckin kill you Bitch, Ima kill you! Like a murder weapon, Ima conceal you In a closet with mildew, sheets, pillows and film you Fuck with me, I been through Hell, shut the hell up Im tryna develop these pictures of the Devil to sell em I aint acid rap, but I rap on acid Got a new blow-up doll and just had a strap-on added Whoops! Is that a subliminal hint? No, just criminal intent to sodomize women again Eminem offend? No, Eminemll insult And if you ever give in to him, you give him an impulse To do it again, then if he does it again Youll probably end up jumpin out of somethin up on the tenth Bitch, Ima kill you! I aint done, this aint the chorus I aint even drug you in the woods yet to paint the forest A bloodstain is orange after you wash it Three or four times in a tub, but thats normal, aint it, Norman? Serial killer hidin murder material In a cereal box on top of your stereo Here we go again, were out of our medicine Out of our minds and we want in yours: let us in Or Ima kill you! You dont wanna fuck with me Girls neither, you aint nothin but a slut to me Bitch, Ima kill you! You aint got the balls to beef We aint gon never stop beefin, I dont squash the beef You better kill me, Ima be another rapper dead For poppin off at the mouth with shit I shouldnt have said But when they kill me, Im bringin the world with me Bitches too, you aint nothin but a girl to me I said you dont wanna fuck with Shady Cause Shady will fuckin kill you I said you dont wanna fuck with Shady Cause Shady will fuckin kill you Know why I say these things? Cause ladies screams keep creepin in Shadys dreams And the way things seem, I shouldnt have to pay these shrinks These 80 Gs a week to say the same things tweece Twice, whatever, I hate these things Fuck shots, I hope the weedll outweigh these drinks Motherfuckers want me to come on their radio shows Just to argue with em cause their ratings stink Fuck that! Ill choke radio announcer to bouncer From fat bitch to all seventy thousand pounds of her From principal to the student body and counselor From in-school to before school to outta school I dont even believe in breathing Im leavin air in your lungs Just to hear you keep screamin for me to seep it Okay, Im ready to go play, I got the machete from O. J.​ Im ready to make everyones throats ache You faggots keep eggin me on Til I have you at knifepoint, then you beg me to stop Shut up! Give me your hands and feet I said shut up when Im talkin to you You hear me? Answer me! Or Ima kill you! You dont wanna fuck with me Girls neither, you aint nothin but a slut to me Bitch, Ima kill you! You dont got the balls to beef We aint gon never stop beefin, I dont squash the beef You better kill me, Ima be another rapper dead For poppin off at the mouth with shit I shouldnt have said But when they kill me, Im bringin the world with me Bitches too, you aint nothin but a girl to me Bitch, Ima kill you! You dont wanna fuck with Shady Cause Shady will fuckin kill you I said you dont wanna fuck with Shady Cause Shady will fuckin kill you Ha-ha-ha, Im just playin, ladies You know I love you156Embed

I Need a Doctor Lyrics Im about to lose my mind Youve been gone for so long Im runnin out of time I need a doctor, call me a doctor I need a doctor, doctor To bring me back to life I told the world, one day I would pay it back Say it on tape, and lay it, record it So that one day I could play it back But I dont even know if I believe it when Im sayin that Doubts startin to creep in, every day, its just so gray and black Hope, I just need a ray of that, cause no one sees my vision When I play it for em, they just say its wack But they dont know what dope is And I dont know if I was awake or asleep when I wrote this All I know is, you came to me when I was at my lowest You picked me up, breathed new life in me, I owe my life to you But for the life of me, I dont see why you dont see like I do But it just dawned on me you lost a son Demons fightin you, its dark Let me turn on the lights and brighten me and enlighten you I dont think you realize what you mean to me Not the slightest clue Cause me and you were like a crew, I was like your sidekick You gon either wanna fight when I get off this fuckin mic Or you gon hug me, but Im outta options Theres nothin else I can do cause— Im about to lose my mind Youve been gone for so long Im runnin out of time I need a doctor, call me a doctor I need a doctor, doctor To bring me back to life It hurts when I see you struggle, you come to me with ideas You say theyre just pieces, so Im puzzled Cause the shit I hear is crazy But youre either gettin lazy or you dont believe in you no more Seems like your own opinions, not one you can form Cant make a decision, you keep questionin yourself Second guessin and its almost like youre beggin for my help Like Im your leader, youre supposed to fuckin be my mentor I can endure no more, I demand you remember who you are It was you who believed in me when everyone was tellin you Dont sign me, everyone at the fuckin label, lets tell the truth You risked your career for me, I know it as well as you Nobody wanted to fuck with the white boy Dre, Im cryin in this booth You saved my life, now maybe its my turn to save yours But I can never repay you, what you did for me is way more But I aint givin up faith, and you aint givin up on me Get up, Dre, Im dyin, I need you Come back, for fucks sake, cause— Im about to lose my mind Youve been gone for so long Im runnin out of time I need a doctor, call me a doctor I need a doctor, doctor To bring me back to life Bring me back to life Bring me back to life I need a doctor, doctor To bring me back to life It literally feels like a lifetime ago But I still remember the shit like it was just yesterday, though You walked in, yellow jump suit, whole room, cracked jokes Once you got inside the booth, told you, mic smoke Went through friends, some of them I put on, but they just left They said they was ridin to the death But where the fuck are they now, now that I need them? I dont see none of them, all I see is Slim Fuck all you fair-weather friends, all I need is him Fuckin backstabbers When the chips were down, you just laughed at us Now you bout to feel the fuckin wrath of Aftermath, faggots You gon see us in our lab jackets and ask where the fuck we been? You can kiss my indecisive ass crack, maggots And the crackers ass, little cracker jack beat Makin wack math, backwards producers; Im back, bastards One more CD and then Im packin up my bags And as Im leavin, Ill guarantee theyll scream: Dre, dont leave us like that, man, cause— Im about to lose my mind Youve been gone for so long Im runnin outta time I need a doctor, call me a doctor I need a doctor, doctor To bring me back to life153Embed

Kim Lyrics Aw, look at daddys baby girl Thats daddys baby, little sleepy head Yesterday I changed your diaper Wiped you and powdered you How did you get so big? Cant believe it, now youre two Baby, youre so precious, Daddys so proud of you Sit down, bitch! You move again, Ill beat the shit out of you! Dont make me wake this baby! She dont need to see what Im bout to do! Quit crying, bitch! Why do you always make me shout at you?! How could you just leave me and love him out the blue?! Oh, whats the matter, Kim? Am I too loud for you? Too bad, bitch! Youre gonna finally hear me out this time! At first Im like, Aight, you wanna throw me out, thats fine! But not for him to take my place, are you out your mind?! This couch, this TV, this whole house is mine! How could you let him sleep in our bed?! Look it, Kim! Look at your husband now! I said look at him! He aint so hot now, is he? Little punk! Shut the fuck up! You think I give a fuck?! Cmon! Were going for a ride, bitch! Sit up front! Well be right back — well, I will, youll be in the trunk So long, bitch, you did me so wrong I dont wanna go on Living in this world without you So long, bitch, you did me so wrong I dont wanna go on Living in this world without you You really fucked me, Kim, you really did a number on me! Never knew me cheating on you would come back to haunt me But we was kids then, Kim, I was only eighteen That was years ago, I thought we wiped the slate clean Thats fucked up! Oh God, my brain is racin What are you doing? Change the station! I hate this song! Does this look like a big joke? Theres a -year-old little Laying dead with a slit throat in your living room! Ha-ha! What, you think Im kiddin you?! You loved him, didnt you? Bullshit, you bitch! Dont fucking lie to me! What the fucks this guys problem on the side of me? Fuck you, asshole! Yeah, bite me! Kim? Kim! Why dont you like me? You think Im ugly, dontchu? No, you think Im ugly Get the fuck away from me! Dont touch me! I hate you! I hate you! I swear to God, I hate you! Oh my God, I love you! How the fuck could you do this to me?! How the fuck could you do this to me?! Related Songs So long, bitch, you did me so wrong I dont wanna go on Living in this world without you So long, bitch, you did me so wrong I dont wanna go on Living in this world without you Come on, get out! I said get out, bitch! Fuck you! You did this to us! You did it! Its your fault! Oh my God, Im crackin up Get a grip, Marshall! Hey, remember the time we went to Brians party And you were, like, so drunk that you threw up all over Archie? That was funny, wasnt it? That was funny, wasnt it?! See, it all makes sense, doesnt it? You and your husband have a fight, one of you tries to grab a knife And during the struggle he accidentally gets his Adams apple sliced And while this is going on, his son just woke up And he walks in, she panics, and he gets his throat cut So now they both dead And you slash your own throat So now its double homicide and suicide with no note I shoulda known better when you started to act weird We coulda— hey, where you going? Get back here! You cant run from me, Kim! Its just us, nobody else Youre only making this harder on yourself! Ha-ha, gotcha! Go ahead, yell! Here, Ill scream with you, Ah! Somebody help! Dont you get it, bitch? No one can hear you! Now shut the fuck up, and get whats comin to you! You were supposed to love me! Now bleed, bitch, bleed! Bleed, bitch, bleed! Bleed! So long, bitch, you did me so wrong I dont wanna go on Living in this world without you So long, bitch, you did me so wrong I dont wanna go on Living in this world without you crickets, traffic, and trunk closing146Embed

Believe Lyrics And I started from the bottom Like a snowman—ground-up Like round chuck, and still put hands on you Stayin wound up is how I spend time Sucker free, confidence high Such a breeze when I pen rhymes I just got that air about me like wind chimes Nother day in the life Used to have to scrape to get by Now my communitys gated and I Made it and my neighbors say hi Im givin em pounds, Im upscale now Guess it means Im way in the sky But I still remember the days of Minimum wage for general labor Welfare recipient since a minor Look how government assistance has made ya! Adversity, if at first you dont succeed Put your temper to more use Cause bein brokes a poor excuse That should only give you more fuel Show em why youre you So close, God, its like I almost got it But close only counts in time bombs and horseshoes So I Unabomb shit—tick, tick, tick—no remorse, pew! Screw it, Im lit, and that attitude I blew up on quick Thats why they call me firecracker I grew up on WIC—wick, wick, wick—with a short fuse I got some important news to report to Anyone who thought I was done: nah bitch, not quite Spotlights back on, got my faith, wheres yours? Do you still believe in me? Didnt I give everything I had to give you to make you see? Ill never forget if you turn your back on me now And walk out, I will never let you live it down Ill never quit, do you still believe in me? Man, I know sometimes These thoughts can be harsh and cold as ice To me theyre just ink blots I just fling em like slingshots and so precise So you might wanna think it over twice Or you retards can roll the dice But beef will at least cost you your career Cause even my cheap shots are overpriced But this middle fingers free as a bird Nuke warhead at birth, hugest forehead on Earth Too short for the verse, studied his formula, learned How to incorporate a curse Point it towards corporate America Stick a fork in and turn Cause four-letter words are more better heard The world force-fed a turd to me, youre getting yours But sometimes I overdo it, but I just get so into it I was there consolin you when no one knew it When your situation showed no improvement I was that door, you walked over to it Im the light at the end of the tunnel So people are always lookin to me as theyre goin through it When that tunnel vision is unclear Shit becomes too much to bear Since Cleanin Out My Closet When I was havin trouble with the snare Im that unrealistic prayer answered And Ima get you jacked up like youre tryna fix a flat, uh When you struggle with despair That double-fisted, bare-knuckles coupled with this pair Of nuts Im cuppin, I am your fuck it switch, nothin can compare Do you still believe in me? Didnt I give everything I had to give you to make you see? Ill never forget if you turn your back on me now And walk out, I will never let you live it down Ill never quit, do you still believe in me? Started from the bottom like a snowman Oh man, put that in your corncob pipe and smoke that But my batterys low, Ima need a boost to my pack And I know that I always got Proof at my back I called you Proof because I knew for a fact My ace in the hole, homie, Im callin on you Cause I think Im slowly startin to lose faith in it, so Give me that inkling and mo– –tivation to go, Hussein with the flow Fake fans that are two-faced didnt show Let heartbeats loop, produce hate in my soul Layin vocals two days in a row True statement, hate to go down this road But theres only one route to cross this bridge So I walk in this bitch with loose change Cause all my dues paid, but this booths takin its toll But its never too late to start a new beginnin That goes for you too, so what the fuck you gon do? Use the tools youre given! Or youre gon use the cards youre dealt As an excuse for you to not do shit with em? I used to play the loser/victim Til I saw the way Proof was driven I found my vehicle and I havent ran out of gas yet And when they stacked decks, turn handicaps into assets Fanny packs, hourglasses If time was on my side, Id still have none to waste Man, in my younger days That dream was so much fun to chase Its like Id run in place While this shit dangled in front of my face But how do you keep up the pace And the hunger pangs once youve won the race? When that dual exhaust is coolin off Cause you dont got nothin left to prove at all Cause you done already hit em with the coup de grâce Still you feel the need to go full tilt That Bruce Willis, that Blue Steel, that true skill When that wheels loose, I wont lose will Do you still believe?335Embed

Fast Lane Lyrics Uh, first verse, uh, Im on til Im on an island My lifes ridin on the autobahn on autopilot Before I touch dirt or kill yall with kindness I kill ya, my natural personas much worse Youve been warned if youve been borned or if you conformed Slap up a cop and then snatch him out of his uniform Leave him with his socks, hard bottoms and bloomers on And hang him by his balls from the horn of a unicorn Yall niggas intellect mad slow, yall fags know Claimin you bangin, you flamin Bet you could light your own cigarette with your asshole Me and Shady deaded the past, so That basically resurrected my cashflow I might rap tight as the snatch of a fat dyke Though I aint wrapped tight, my blood types the 80s My 90s was like the Navy, you was like the Bradys You still fly kites daily Catch me in my Mercedes, bumpin Ice Ice Baby Screaming, Shady til I die! Like a half a pair of dice, lifes crazy So I live it to the fullest til Im Swayze And you only live it once, so Im thinking bout this nice, nice lady Wait, no, stop me now fore I get on a roll Let me tell you what this pretty little dames name is cause shes kinda famous And I hope that I dont sound too heinous when I say this Nicki Minaj, but I wanna stick my penis in your anus You morons think that Im a genius Really, I belong inside a dang insane asylum Came to drive them trailer parks crazy I am back, and I am razor-sharp, baby And thats back with a capital B with an exclamation mark Maybe you should listen when I flip the linguistics ‘Cause I wanna rip this mystical slick shit You dont wanna become another victim, a statistic of this shit ‘Cause after I spit the bullets, Ima treat these shell casings like a soccer ball Ima kick the ballistics; so get this dick, Ima live this— Im livin life in the fast lane Movin at the speed of life and I cant slow down Only got a gallon in the gas tank But Im almost at the finish line, so I cant stop now I dont really know where Im headed , just enjoyin the ride Just gon roll til I drop and ride til I die Im livin life in the fast lane Im livin life in the fast lane Uh, yeah, my whole goal as a poets to be relaxed in orbit At war with a bottle as Captain Morgan attacks my organs My slow flow is euphoric, its like I rap endorphins I made a pact with the devil that says Ill let you take me, you let me take a shovel Dig up the corpse of Jack Kevorkian Go back and forthin, more beef than you can pack a fork in Im livin the life of the infinite enemy, down My tenement chimney now, the semi’s the remedy, pow Spin him around, enterin in the vicinity now Was called M&M, but he threw away the candy and ate the rapper Chewed him up , and spitted him out Girl, giddy-up, now get-get down Hes lookin around this club And it looks like people are havin a shit-fit now Yeah, little tr-tr-trailer trash, take a look whos back in t-t-town Did I st-st-stutter, motherfucker? Fuck the mall, he shuts the whole motherfuckin Walmart D-d-down every time he comes a-r-r-round And he came to the club tonight with 59 to hold this bitch down Like a motherfuckin chick underwater hes tryin to dr-dr-drown Shorty, when you dance, you got me captivated Just by the way that you keep lickin them dick-suckin lips Im agitated, aggravated To the point you dont suck my dick Then youre gonna get decapitated Other words, you dont fuckin give me head Then Ima have to take it And then after takin that Ima catch a case, its gon be fascinatin Its gon say the whole rap game passed away on top of the affidavit Graduated from master debater, slash massive masturbator To Michael Jacksons activator Meanin Im on fire off the top, might wanna back up data Rollin over hip-hop in a verbal tractor trailer Homie, they sick, you could normally ask a hater Dont it make sense? That these shell casings is just like a bag of paper Dropped in the lap of a tax evader, homie, they spent Now make that ass drop like a sack of potatoes Girl, Im the crack-a-lator, percolator of this party Be my penis ejaculator later Tell your boyfriend that you just struck paydirt You rollin with a player You wont be exaggeratin when you say youre livin Im livin life in the fast lane Movin at the speed of life and I cant slow down Only got a gallon in the gas tank But Im almost at the finish line, so I cant stop now I dont really know where Im headed , just enjoyin the ride Just gon roll til I drop and ride til I die Im livin life in the fast lane Im livin life in the fast lane Pedal to the metal Pedal to the metal192Embed

Darkness Lyrics I dont wanna be alone, I dont wanna be I dont wanna be alone in the darkness I dont wanna be alone in the darkness I dont wanna be alone in the darkness anymore Here I am, alone again Cant get out of this hole Im in Its like the walls are closin in You cant help me, no one can I can feel these curtains closin I go to open em But something pulls em closed again Feels like Im loathing in Las Vegas Havent got the vaguest why Im so lost But Id make you this small wager If I bet you Ill be in tomorrows paper Who would the odds favor? Im so much like my father, you would think that I knew him I keep pacin this room, Valium, then chase it with booze One little taste, itll do Maybe Ill take it and snooze, then tear up the stage in a few Fuck the Colt 45, Ima need somethin stronger If I pop any caps, it better be off of vodka Round after round after round, Im gettin loaded Thats a lot of shots, huh? And I dont wanna be alone in the darkness I dont wanna be alone in the darkness I dont wanna be alone in the darkness anymore Now Im starin at the room service menu off a benzo I can hear the music continue to crescendo I can see the whole fuckin venue from my window Thats when you know youre schizo Cause I keep peekin out the curtain from the hotel The music is so loud But its almost as though I dont hear no sound I should get ready for the show now Wait, is this the whole crowd? I thought this shit was sold out But its only the opening act, its early, dont overreact Then something told me relax And just hope for the show to be packed Dont wanna hit the stage before they fill each row to the max Cause thatd be totally wack You cant murder a show nobodys at But what if nobody shows? Panic mode Bout to snap and go motherfuckin wacko at any second Bout to cancel the show just as fans below rush the entrance Plan is a go to wreck shit, cameras in all directions The press is bout to go ape shit, bananas on all the networks Commando with extra clips, I got ammo for all the hecklers Im armed to the teeth, another Valium, fall off the bed Hit the ground and crawl to the dresser Alcohol on my breath as I reach for the scope Im blackin out, Im all out of meds With them benzodiazepines gone Now its just magazines sprawled out on the floor Fuck the media, Im goin all out, this is war And I dont wanna be alone in the darkness I dont wanna be alone in the darkness I dont wanna be alone in the darkness anymore People start to show up, time to start the show up Its 10:05 PM and the curtain starts to go up And Im already sweatin, but Im locked and loaded For rapid fire spittin for all the concert-goers Scopes for sniper vision, surprise from out of nowhere As I slide the clip in from inside the hotel Leanin out the window, going Keyser Söze Finger on the trigger, but Im a licensed owner With no prior convictions, so law says skys the limit So my supplys infinite, strapped like Im a soldier Got em hopping over walls and climbing fences Some of them John Travolta, staying alive by inches Cops are knockin, oh fuck, thought I blocked the entrance Guess show time is over No suicide note, just a note for target distance But if youd like to know the reason why I did this Youll never find a motive, truth is I have no idea I am just as stumped, no signs of mental illness Just tryin to show ya the reason why were so fucked Cause by the time its over, wont make the slightest difference And I dont wanna be alone in the darkness I dont wanna be alone in the darkness I dont wanna be alone in the darkness anymore Yeah, we do have some breaking news from the Associated Press right now Just gonna bring that up because we are hearing— We have told you that the shooter is dead And we have just learned that police are saying that the Las Vegas shooter killed himself That is the bartender there at Mandalay Bay and I believe were going to hear more from her Yeah, we just wanted to share that with you You can see behind me here, this is what he looks like Now we did just tell you that police just earlier... Metro was telling us that he killed himself inside the hotel room Good morning, as we come to you on the air We bring you breaking news, a school shooting Another school shooting Reports of a number of fatalities, and this time it is in Santa Fe, Texas That is just outside Galveston A mass shooting a Southern Californian school We are following breaking news this morning Another deadly school shooting This one in Santa Fe, Texas, thats just outside Houston Twenty-six killed and twenty others wounded At least nine people have been killed Five people dead The attacker opening fire outside the church during a morning worship session He unloaded the chaotic and terror, making his way inside This, a deadly shooting at a food festival in Northern California Three people so far dead Breaking news A deadly shooting at a newspaper office in Annapolis Newly-released surveillance video shows the moments leading up to a mass shooting in Dayton, Ohio Authorities say the shooter...200Embed

Evil Twin Lyrics Yeah Tryna figure out the difference But I think—think the lines are starting to get blurred Im in a strange place I feel like Ma$e when he gave up the game for his faith I feel like Im caged in these chains and restraints Grimmin every stranger in the place while I gaze into space ‘Cause Im mentally rearrangin his face I need a change of pace ‘Cause the pace Im workin ats dangerous Theres nowhere to dump this anger, and thanks to this angst I done quit chicken heads cold turkey And started slowly roastin em ‘Cause thats where most of my anger is based Fuck your feelings I feel like I play for the Saints I just wanna hurt you—aim for the skanks Then aim for all these fake Kanyes, Jays, Waynes, and the Drakes Im frustrated ‘cause aint no more NSync, now Im all out of whack Im all out of Backstreet Boys to call out and attack Im goin all out in this rap shit and whatever the fallout is, Im strapped for battle Suck a duck, crawl out the back—its a bar fight Prepare your arsenal And beware of bar stools flyin through the air and bottles breakin, mirrors also And I aint stoppin til the swear jars full You done called every woman a slut but youre forgetting Sarah, Marshall Oh, my bad, slut! And next time I show up to court Ill be naked and just wear a law suit Judge be like, Thats sharp How much that motherfucker cost you, smart-ass? Youre lucky I dont tear it off you And jump your bones, you sexy motherfucker! Youre so fuckin gravy, Marshall, I should start callin you au jus ‘Cause alls you do is spit them lyrics out the wazoo Evil Twin, take this beat now, its all you I believe people can change but only for the worse I coulda changed the world if it wasnt for this verse—so satanic K-Mart chains panic ‘cause they cant even spin back the curse words ‘Cause theyre worse when theyre reversed, motherfucker Rekcufrehtom! — Tihs! And these kids are like parrots They run around the house just like terrorists Screamin, Fuck! Shit! Fuck! Adult with a childish-like arrogance Wild ever since the day I came out, I was like, Merits? Fuck that! Id rather be loud, and I like swearin From the first album even the gals were like, Tight lyrics, dreamy eyes! But my fuckin mouth was nightmarish And from the start of it you felt like you were part of this and opposition felt the opposite Sometimes I listen and revisit them old albums often as I can and skim through all them bitches to make sure I keep up with my competition Hogger of beats, hoarder of rhymes Borderline genius whos bored of his lines And that sort of defines where Im at and the way I feel now Feel like I might just strike first, then ignore the replies Theres darkness closing in , there it goes again It controls my pen , but that aint me, its my evil twin But hes just a friend who pops up now and again So dont blame me , blame him, its my evil twin Welcome back to the land of the living, my friend You have slept for quite some time So whos left? Lady Gaga? Mess with the Bieber? Nah, F with Christina I aint fuckin with either Jessica neither: Simpson or Alba My albums just sicker than strep with the fever Get the Chloraseptic, Excedrin, Aleve, or Extra Strength Tylenol 3s Feel like Im burnin to death, but Im freezin Bedridden and destined never to leave the Bedroom ever again, like the legend of Heath-uh- Ledger My suicide notes barely legible; read the Bottom, its signed by the Joker Lorena said I never can leave her Shell sever my wiener I ever deceive her Fuck that shit, bitch! Give up my dick for pussy? Ill be Jerry Mathers I ever left it to Beaver Get them titties cut off tryna mess with a cleaver Golly wolly, I vent, heat register, Jesus Ever since 19946 Dresden it was definitely in my destiny When on the steps, I met DeShaun at Osborn Id never make it to sophomore I just wanted to skip school and rap Used to mop floors, flip burgers, and wash dishes While I wrote rhymes, tryna get props for em ‘Cause I took book smarts and swapped for em They were sleepin, I made em stop snorin Made em break out the popcorn Now Ive been hip hop in its tip-top form Since N.W.A was blarin through my car windows Leanin on the horn, screamin, Fuck the police, like cop porn Flipped rap on its ear like I dropped corn Fuck top five, bitch, Im top four And that includes Biggie and Pac, whore And I got an evil twin So who the fuck you think that third and that fourth spots for? And crazy as I am, Im much tamer than him, and Im nuts Then again, who the fuck wants a plain Eminem? But no ones insaner than Slim, look at that please come in; what was your name again? Hi! Faggot Look whos back with a crab up his ass like a lobster crawled up there Two rabbits, a koala bear, and a ball of hair And youre all aware I dont got it all upstairs Guess thats why Im an addict and its so small up there Peace to Whitney Jeez, just hit me That I should call the Looney Police to come get me ‘Cause Im so sick of bein the truth I wish someoned finally admit me To a mental hospital with Britney Oh, LMFAO, no way, Jo- -se Baez couldnt beat this rap—O.J., no Hooray, Im off the hook like Casey Anthony, hey ho I sound like Im tryna sing the fuckin chorus to Hip Hop Hooray No, I’m hollerin, you got bottom-end like an 8-0-8 And I whether were fuckin off that instead of your face so Let your low-end raise, yo Tango, what you think, ho? Slow dancin or bowling? You tryin to hold hands with your homie? What, you think Im lookin for romance ‘cause Im lonely? Change that tune, you aint got a remote chance to control me Ho, Im only vulnerable when I got a boner Superman try to fuck me over, it wont hurt Dont try to fix me, Im broke, so I dont work So are you, but youre broke ‘cause you dont work But all bullshit aside, I hit a stride Still Shady inside, hair every bit as dyed As it used to be when I first introduced yall to my skittish side And blamed it on him when they tried to criticize ‘Cause we are the same Bitch194Embed

Stronger Than I Was Lyrics You used to say that Id never be Nothin without you, and Id believe Im shot in the lungs, I gasp, I cant breathe Just lay here with me, baby, hold me please And Id beg and Id plead, drop to knees And Id cry and Id scream, Baby, please dont leave! Snatch the keys from your hand, I would squeeze And youd laugh, and youd tease Youre just fucking with me, and you must hate me Why do you date me, if you say I make you sick And youve had enough of me I smother you, Im bout to jump off the edge But you wont break me Youll just make me stronger than I was Before I met you, I bet you Ill be just fine without you And if I stumble, I wont crumble Ill get back up and uhh But Ima still be humble when I scream Fuck you! ‘Cause Im stronger than I was A beautiful face is all that you have ‘Cause on the inside youre ugly and mad But youre all that I love, I grasp, you cant leave Please stay here with me, baby, hold me please And Id beg and Id plead, drop to knees And Id cry and Id scream, Baby, please dont leave! But you left and you took everything I had left And left nothin, nothin for me So, please dont wake me from this dream, baby Were still together in my head And youre still in love with me Til I woke up to discover that that dream was dead But you wont break me Youll just make me stronger than I was Before I met you, I bet you Ill be just fine without you And if I stumble, I wont crumble Ill get back up and uhh But Ima still be humble when I scream Fuck you! ‘Cause Im stronger than I was You walked out, I almost died It was almost a homicide That you caused, ‘cause I was so traumatized Felt like I was in for a long bus ride Id rather die than you not be by my side Cant count how many times I vomited, cried Go to my room, turn the radio on and hide Thought we were Bonnie and Clyde Nah, on the inside you were Jekyll and Hyde I felt like my whole relationship with you was a lie It was you and I, why did I think it was ride or die? ‘Cause if you coulda took my life you woulda Its like you put a knife through my chest And pushed it right through to the Other side of my back and stuck a spike too, shoulda Put up more of a fight, but I couldnt At the time, no one could hurt me like you coulda Take you back now, whats the likelihood of that? Bite me, bitch, chew on a nineteen footer! ‘Cause this morning I finally stood up Held my chin up, finally showed a sign of life in me for the First time since you left And left me with nothin but shattered dreams And the life we coulda had and we coulda been But Im breakin out of this slump Im in Pullin myself out of the dumps once again Im gettin up once and for all—fuck this shit! Ima be late for the pity party But youre never gonna beat me to the fuckin punch again Took it on the chin like a champ So dont lump me in with them chump-ions Im done bein your punching bag It was the November 31st today Woulda been our anniversary Two years, but you left on the 1st of May I wrote it on a calendar, was gonna call But couldnt think of the words to say But they came to me just now—so I put em in a verse to lay And I thank you , ‘cause you made me A better person than I was But I hate you , ‘cause you drained me I gave you all, you gave me none But if you blame me , youre crazy And after all is said and done Im still angry, yeah, I may be I may never trust someone But you wont break me Youll just make me stronger than I was Before I met you, I bet you Ill be just fine without you And if I stumble, I wont crumble Ill get back up and uhh But Ima still be humble when I scream Fuck you! ‘Cause Im stronger than I was187Embed

Detroit vs. Everybody Lyrics Detroit! Tell em, if they want it They can come get that I swear I love my city I just want less See me, they salute me They aint ready for that Detroit vs. Everybody Uh I took a bite out the rotten apple by the poison tree All these females need to email to make noise And now things changin a lot, he fuck with my authority Then he shall see shells, but not by the seashore if he gangbangin or not Its simple as the alphabet, he F with me That G shall surely see, he definitely is bout it As retail fraud, hes weak, the honest gesture The trigger finger round the diamond tester, we tell flaw with heat The same soldier, its me, myself and I Ridin round shootin my biopic in my autobiography Range Rover, this aint the squash beef state You thinkin make-up, we thinkin Lark Voorhies face The twin Eaglesll air his coupe, might as well ride by in an ambulance My pairll shoot, like skydivin in Hammer pants So call it sibling rivalry Take his life; call it the unforgivable robbery A wise man told me that holdin a grudge is like Lettin somebody just live inside of your head rent-free I dont got time to evict these clowns Yall niggas been bitches, thats none of my business, but I dont sip tea Ridin round his block All he know is pitfalls, thats why he always climbin out his drop Do you wanna ride or die? Boy, I need no halves and halves, I want the game in entirety Hundred percent cut; no stitches required Welcome to Detroit, where if you get that promotion Dont worry, man, them bullets will still be at your ass firin I still call it safe, I would suck if I was umpirin Boy, I hit the beat, and just treat that shit like a diary Im offended if you hear my new shit and you aint rewindin me Self-made, I never needed your bail or a wire, see Im never callin collect, I call to collect My homie wanted a Chevy, so I put my dog in the Vette Ahh! Plus Im so loyal that that paper, boy, is all that I fetch If the ball in my hand, then the ball in the net Bitch, Im the D, cant no offense dunk on me Im Mr. Big Shot, these hoes get drunk off me Im over-respected My mama gated communitys overprotective So futuristic, Im already over my next bitch Reminiscin on listenin to 50 fifty times a day Back when tenth grade was like fifty days away Tryna get paid fifty ways a day Used to put fifty on the layaway Now my closet fifty shades of grey 26, and I done lived a lifetime a few times From futons to Grey Poupons In church, tryna get a little savings, yeah, a coupon I spit that A1 every day, Im hittin new primes Now the stakes high, niggas surprised at the new lines Takin down my number, like, You still aint got a new line? Nah, its the same, we been laborin for years I know it took way longer than nine months But fuck it, its all in due time I turned a blunt to a roach, with dreams of bein a Beatle Dont want to, I need to, ya gotta learn to keep it cerebral When you come up in a place Where everyone got a piece but aint peaceful This is just part one, wait til the sequel il bitch! Tell em, if they want it They can come get that I swear I love my city I just want less See me, they salute me They aint ready for that Detroit vs. Everybody Comin from them streets where they thirsty, starvin to eat Just a step away from failin, thats why they call it the D Arguably the whole reason for all of this honesty Honestly no honor roll, but honored up in them streets ‘Cause Im a Linwood nigga, them young niggas hit ya Put a stack on your head, youll bleed a lake on Grand River If you think your hood harder, then I might beg to differ Know some killers pull the trigger for a Swisher and Miller If the blicka hit ya kisser, bet yo ass not rememberin They say my citys tougher than two fat bitches scissorin So, nigga, Im a veteran, retire my letterman Have Ks in front of your school, but I aint goin to Kettering Cough up a lung, 313 where Im from Xan got me cross-eyed like Bernstein’s son Any nigga try to copy, put a hole in his top Its us vs. them, Detroit vs. Everybody Lately it seems as if its me against the world Like it was before my life became a movie And they used to use my mothafuckin trailer to tease me with But I flipped that script like a refill of Painkillers to pop the lid off that safety seal It made me feel amazing, Navy SEAL of bravery And if I may reiterate, I aint even need a script Aint bein conceited, but I made it to radio—eat a dick! I still never ABC this shit Mainstream appeal, but the skill is what made me iller Since before they called Jay Dee Dilla I was daydreamin one day I would be the shit And if I ever end up escapin these streets I swear that I would stay here still And if Im crazy, Ill always be real Dont make me steal an eighteen-wheeler Break all of my friends out of here And take em straight to the Mercedes dealer Peel off back to the same block that we came from On a rampage too crazy for me to flip Whats makin you think I need a switch? ‘Cause Im Adrian Peterson When hes ragin and heated and On the way to go beat his kid? On a track get spanked like he just did I cant never leave this bitch Sick of bein treated like we aint shit But Jesus, I can see just why people quit callin me To do features and them cyphers on BET, ‘cause if I wasnt me I probly wouldnt Wanna play with me neither, shit Seems to be reachin its fever pitch Hundred and eighty degrees in here Shoulder blade full of cedar chips MCs just bit off more than they can chew Like a face full of Swedish Fish Or Lorena with two penises Hateful and geniusness inconvenience And for the record, you dont want this type of static In your life, when Im makin you cling to it May consider tryna reinsulate your windows May be in for another crazy winter ‘Cause so cold in the D, it is As days begin to tick away, but aint this really What made me into the angry bitter blonde? But aint we sick of bein underdogs? Dont make me unleash this shit, release this pit May even seem as if Im yankin your chain a bit Or maybe the way in which Im sayin shit Is playin with you, but aint shit changin Its still the same shit and Shadys still a lady killer Since the day I went insane and then attacked the babysitter With a potato peeler And mushed her face into the entertainment center Its like another plane just entered into Ukraine again Or the Bermuda Triangle and Attempted to make a safe descent Awaiting anyone who aint affiliated, it could be danger Did you make arrangements with the gangsters fore you came here? And if they mention us… Tell em, if they want it They can come get that I swear I love my city I just want less See me, they salute me They aint ready for that Detroit vs. Everybody What up though? Its the godfather Trick Trick You either ridin with us or gettin rolled on That means Detroit vs. Everybody!! Hey, Em, let me get that instrumental Take it down to the hood Let the little homies get this remix crackin! Detroit! Okay! 498Embed

White America Lyrics America! Ha ha ha! 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… or so were told I never wouldve dreamed in a million years Id see So many motherfuckin people who feel like me Who share the same views and the same exact beliefs Its like a fuckin army marchin in back of me So many lives I touched, so much anger aimed In no particular direction, just sprays and sprays And straight through your radio waves, it plays and plays Til it stays stuck in your head for days and days Who wouldve thought standin 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 mustve struck a chord with somebody up in the office Cause Congress keep tellin me I aint causin nothin but problems And now theyre sayin Im in trouble with the government Im lovin it, I shoveled shit all my life, and now Im dumpin it on 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! 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! Look at these eyes, baby blue, baby just like yourself If they were brown, Shadyd lose, Shady sits on the shelf But Shadys cute, Shady knew Shadys dimples would help Make ladies swoon, baby — Look at my sales! Lets do the math: If I was black, I wouldve sold half I aint have to graduate from Lincoln High School to know that But I could rap, so fuck school, Im too cool to go back Give me the mic! Show me where the fuckin studios 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 probly his in exchange for every white fan that hes got Like damn, we just swapped: sittin back lookin at shit, wow Im like my skin is it startin to work to my benefit now? Its— 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! 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! See, the problem is I speak to suburban kids Who otherwise wouldve never knew these words exist Whose moms probly wouldve never gave two squirts of piss Til I created so much motherfuckin turbulence Straight out the tube, right into your livin rooms I came And kids flipped when they knew I was produced by Dre Thats all it took, and they were instantly hooked right in And they connected with me too, because I looked like them Thats why they put my lyrics up under this microscope Searchin with a fine tooth comb, its like this rope Waitin to choke, tightenin around my throat Watchin me while I write this, like, I dont like this note! All I hear is: lyrics, lyrics, constant controversy Sponsors workin 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 startin to blossom So now Im catchin the flak from these activists when they raggin Actin like Im the first rapper to smack a bitch or say faggot, shit Just look at me like Im your closest pal The poster child, the motherfuckin spokesman now, for— 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! 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! 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 To burn the galf​​ and replace it with a Parental Advisory sticker To spit liquor in the faces of this democracy of hypocrisy Fuck you, Ms. Cheney! Fuck you, Tipper Gore! Fuck you with the freest of speech this Divided States of Embarrassment will allow me to have! Fuck you! Ha ha ha, Im just playin, America You know I love you125Embed

Untouchable Lyrics Hands up, officer dont shoot Then pull your pants up, promise you wont loot We may never understand each other, its no use We aint ever gonna grasp what each other goes through Black boy, black boy, we aint gonna lie to you Black boy, black boy, we dont like the sight of you Pull up on the side of you Window rolled down, profile Then we wonder why we see this side of you Probably comin from the dope house We could let you slide but your tail light is blew, out We know youre hidin that Heidi Klum On you another drug charge, homie, its back inside for you And just in case a chase might ensue, we got that tried and true Pistol drew right at you, wed be delighted to unload it In your back, then walk up and lay that taser on the side of you Fucked up, but what the fuck am I to do? I keep tellin myself, keep doin like youre doin No matter how many lives you ruin Its for the red, white and blue Time to go find a new one and split his head right in two No ones ever indicted you Why? Cause youre a... White boy, white boy, youre a rockstar My momma talkin to me, tryna tell me how to live White boy, white boy, in your cop car But I dont listen to her, cause my head is like a sieve White boy, white boy, youre untouchable The worlds coming to an end, I dont even care Nobody can tell me shit cause Im a big rockstar Black boy, black boy, we dont get your culture and We dont care what our governments done to fuck you over, man Dont tell us your attitudes a result of that Balderdash, whered you get the chip on your shoulder at? Why you kicking that soda can? Pull your pants up, we bout to roll up and Throw your ass in the van cuffed You dont have to know our plans or what our intentions are Our cards are close to our chest, you better show your hands And put our minds more at ease Or get shot in the thyroid, comply or die, boy Were fightin a crime war, here come the swine Tryna clean up the streets from all these minorities Thats what we call em pigsties for Theyre like eyesores to police Talk to you like just a piece of trash Feels like were stuck in a time warp to me As I kick these facts and get these mixed reactions As this beat backspins, its like were drifting back in To the sixties, having black skin is risky Cause this keeps happening Throughout history, African-Americans have been treated like shit And I admit, there have been times where its been embarrassin to be a... White boy, white boy, youre a rockstar My momma talkin to me, tryna tell me how to live White boy, white boy, in your cop car But I dont listen to her, cause my head is like a sieve White boy, white boy, youre untouchable The worlds coming to an end, I dont even care Nobody can tell me shit cause Im a big rockstar Seems like the average lifespan of a white man Is more than twice than a black life span I wonder sometimes if it has a price scanner I feel like checking out on life, cant escape this circumstance Id rather hear em say Die N-word than Die Antwoord Ninja, now its better disguised banter But thats life, strapped cause were strapped financially And cant find answers Were applying, but McDonalds Seems to be the only franchise thatll hire So how can we have higher standards? As Dallas overshadows the battle for Black Lives Matter We fight back with violence but acts like that are Black eyes on the movement Which makes black lives madder At cops and cops madder Thats why its at a stalemate And cant arrive at a compromise so its Black Ops I wonder if we hire more black cops, the crap stops The block is our backyards, officers, not the crack spot Call the attack dogs off of us, man You always act all pissed off at us at a traffic stop And bad cops fuck it up for the good cops, and man, stop Sendin white cops in the black neighborhoods Who aint acclimated to em, like thats the way to do it Who seen some fuckin videos of rappers waving guns And know nobody black so they act afraid of us And thats racism, the fear that a black face gives em A subconscious racist Wait, why are there black neighborhoods? Cause America segregated us, designated us to an area Separated us, Section-Eightd us When we tear it ups the only time attentions paid to us And education sucks, and every days another Freddie Gray for us, a levy breaks or fuzz Why is it they treat us like dryer lint? We just want a safe environment for our kids But cant escape the sirens Dont take a scientist to see our violent nature lies in The poverty that we face so the crime rates the highest in The lowest classes, its like a razor wire fence And were trapped in these racial biases That plague our society which makes our anxiety levels raise Every time we see a devils face Lions, tigers, and bears, oh my Its more like billy clubs and gats And we really love it when you think were guilty ‘cause were black But you kill each other, facts You peel each others caps, for silly stuff like hats” Single mother strugglin through substance abuse While people with nothin to lose shoot each other for shoes Fuck your Republican views Pull ourselves up by our bootstraps, where the fuck are the boots? And streets act as a narrator, dont gotta read comics Or be that into characters, just to see that, just to be black You better be strapped with a derringer Or be “capped in America” like Steve Rogers Cause no one oversees these cops and All we see is em beat charges We done seen em beat Rodney King unconscious, and got off So we dont need all you crooked police officers peace offerings Just keep marchin, til we reach congress But theyre gonna say youre tryin to take an irrational stance If you try to slander the flag but Somebody has to be the sacrificial lamb So they call it a Kaepernick tantrum If you dont stand for the national anthem We raise it, you better praise it Or youll be made to feel like a traitor, well Treat you like Rodney Dangerfield Home of the brave is still racist ville So this whole nation feels like a plantation field In a country that claims that its foundation was based on United States ideals That had its Natives killed Got you singin this star-spangled spiel To a piece of cloth that represents the Land of the Free that made people slaves to build270Embed

I’m Back Lyrics Thats why they call me Slim Shady Im back , Im back Thats why they call me Slim Shady Im back , Im back Thats why they call me Slim Shady Im back , Im back Thats why they call me Slim Shady Im back , Im back I murder a rhyme, one word at a time You never heard of a mind as perverted as mine You better get rid of that 9, it aint gonna help What goods it gonna do against a man that strangles himself? Im waitin for Hell, like Hell, shit, Im anxious as Hell Manson, youre safe in that cell, be thankful its jail I used to be my mommys little angel at twelve Thirteen, I was puttin shells in a gauge on a shelf I used to get punked and bullied on my block Til I cut a kittens head off and stuck it in this kids mailbox I used to give a fuck, now I could give a fuck less What do I think of success? It sucks, too much press Im stressed, too much cess, depressed, too upset Its just too much mess, I guess I must just blew up quick Grew up quick , was raised right Whatever you say is wrong, whatever I says right You think of my name now whenever you say, Hi Became a commodity cause Im W-H-I- T-E, ‘cause MTV was so friendly To me, cant wait til Kim sees me Now, is it worth it? Look at my life, how is it perfect? Read my lips, bitch! What, my mouth isnt workin? You hear this finger? Oh, its upside down Here, let me turn this motherfucker up right now Thats why they call me Slim Shady Im back , Im back Thats why they call me Slim Shady Im back , Im back Thats why they call me Slim Shady Im back , Im back Thats why they call me Slim Shady Im back , Im back I take each individual degenerates head and reach into it Just to see if hes influenced by me, if he listens to music And if he feeds into this shit, hes an innocent victim And becomes a puppet on the string of my tennis shoe My name is Slim Shady I been crazy way before radio didnt play me The sensational Back is the incredible! With Ken Kaniff, who just finds the men edible Its Ken Kaniff on the Internet Tryin to lure your kids with him into bed Its a sick world we live in these days Slim, for Petes sakes, put down Christopher Reeves legs! Geez, you guys are so sensitive Slim, its a touchy subject, try and just dont mention it Mind with no sense in it, fried schizophrenic whose eyes get so squinted Im blind from smoke in em with my windows tinted With nine limos rented, doin lines of coke in em With a bunch of guys hoppin out, all high and indo-scented And thats where I get my name from Thats why they call me— They call me Slim Shady Im back , Im back Thats why they call me Slim Shady Im back , Im back Thats why they call me Slim Shady Im back , Im back Thats why they call me Slim Shady Im back , Im back I take seven {kids} from {Columbine}, stand em all in line Add an AK-47, a revolver, a 9 A MAC-11 and it oughta solve the problem of mine And thats a whole school of bullies shot up all at one time ‘Cause Im Shady, they call me as crazy As the world was over this whole Y2K thing And by the way, NSYNC, why do they sing? Am I the only one who realizes they stink? Should I dye my hair pink and care what yall think Lip sync and buy a bigger size of earrings? Its why I tend to block out when I hear things ‘Cause all these fans screamin is makin my ears ring So I just throw up a middle finger and let it linger Longer than the rumor that I was stickin it to Christina ‘Cause if I ever stuck it to any singer in showbiz Itd be Jennifer Lopez and Puffy, you know this Im sorry, Puff, but I dont give a fuck If this chick was my own mother, Id still fuck her with no rubber And cum inside her and have a son and a new brother At the same time and just say that it aint mine—whats my name? Im Slim Shady Im back , Im back Thats why they call me Slim Shady Im back , Im back Thats why they call me Slim Shady Im back , Im back They call me Slim Shady Im back , Im back Guess whos b-back, back Gue-gue-guess whos back {​​scratch}​​ Guess whos back {​​scratch}​​ Gue— {​​scratch}​​ guess whos back D-12 {​​scratch}​​ guess whos back Gue, gue-gue-gue, guess whos back Dr. Dre {​​scratch}​​ guess whos back Back back {​​scratch}​​ back {​​scratch}​​ Slim Shady, 2001 Im blew out from this blunt fuck161Embed

You Gon’ Learn Lyrics Pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon learn All them pretty bitches leave yo ass in the urn You aint sold your last rock, you just better earn But I pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon learn Pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon learn All them pretty bitches leave yo ass in the urn You aint sold your last rock, you just better earn But I pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon learn Im a product of properly hoppin up out of that poverty Profitin all for coppin and swappin that property out for a possible monopoly Try not to adopt my fathers old philosophies Same time Im prayin to God that everything works out at his colonoscopy Im walkin across a suicidal tightrope intentionally While the demons comin out of me Wifeys on the side of me talkin sense into me Without she, I feel incomplete mentally, shes been sent to me Right there since 9-6, worse nightmare to side chicks, some things are just meant to be This it for me, give my daughters a kiss for me Yall call this fame, I call this shit alcoholistic infamy Targettin my kids and babies through population and gun control Shit make me wanna make a hunnid more Make a bigot racist uncomfortable If yall against talk and reparation then Im not against the thought of separation While the politicians that are white and privileged ask how is this different from segregation, thats funny bro Segregation is bein told where Im gonna go Separation is bein woke and goin wherever I wanna go Pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon learn All them pretty bitches leave yo ass in the urn You aint sold your last rock, you just better earn But I pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon learn Pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon learn All them pretty bitches leave yo ass in the urn You aint sold your last rock, you just better earn But I pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon learn Never sold dope for no gold rope Wanted one though, they were so dope Was a have-not cause my pockets Didnt have knots, I was so broke On my last rock, for my slingshot Better haul ass, dont be no slow poke Through the tall grass, run your ass off Oh no, got your pants caught on the fence post Getting chased, by them Jackboys, think its bout to fuzz Like a lint roller they wait til its late, they will tiptoe Through your living room window Take your Nintendo and then skate Making you feel like you got bent over and raped Little boy, youre never gonna get no rope chain Get your shit stole, and your lip swole, I became bitter As I got a little bit older, my hate Was making me get cold, and began to get a chipped shoulder Started to spit vulgar, my ZIP code had been skid row But I ate every single beat that I spit over, the shithole I escaped Then I began to explode, detonate, now the Eastside went schizo Thought my name was B-side cause they flipped over my tape And I wont hesitate To get em all bent so outta shape Oh shit, bro, hold up, wait I just tripped over my cape And Im not gonna let up, treat the paper like Im chopping a letter Drell tell you how I shred So when you refer to the guy next to the doc, you meant shredder Now the cops wanna set up roadblocks on my head, I Got several bounties from feds in every county Im with a gal at a Checkers wiling Bumping Fuck Da Police while I fed her Rallys This shit is like Romper Room Why do I feel responsible for these kids? All of whom Im a father to Im a God to you, yall better worship the water I walk on Or yall gonna meet your Waterloo I get to flippin the mic as a murder weapon Im poppin an extra clip, then cock and shoot, then Im popping Do not let me catch you slippin I will pop up and Ill take a spot from you Ill get to doing what a leaky faucet do But I aint talkin drip when I say that Ill get the drop on you Singin fuck all of you in Autotune I am too volatile and too grizzly to bear Yeah, shit is gettin to where I can barely even sit in a chair I bust my ass for this shit and I swear It aint even worth dissing someone so offbeat That they cant even figure out where their words Should hit the kick and the snare Pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon learn All them pretty bitches leave yo ass in the urn You aint sold your last rock, you just better earn But I pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon learn Pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon learn All them pretty bitches leave yo ass in the urn You aint sold your last rock, you just better earn But I pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon learn151Embed

Beautiful Pain Lyrics I can feel the heat risin Everything is on fire Todays a painful re- Minder of why It can only get brighter The further you put it behind ya But right now Im on the Inside lookin out, ‘cause— Im standin in the flames And it’s a beautiful kind of pain Settin fire to yesterday To find the light, find the light, find the light Standin in the flames And it’s a beautiful kind of pain Settin fire to yesterday Find the light, find the light, find the light Yesterday was the tornado warning, todays like the morning after Your world is torn in half, you wake in its wake To start the mourning process and rebuilding, youre still a work in progress Todays a whole new chapter, its like an enormous ass—uh Thunderstorm has passed ya, you weathered it and poked its Eye out with the thornbush that ya used to smell the roses Stopped to inhale, cant even tell your nose is stuffed So focused on the bright side then you floor the gas pedal And hit the corner faster, more assertive, never looking back May hit the curb, but every days a new learning curve as ya Steer through life, sometimes you might not wanna swerve but you have to To avert a disaster, lucky no permanent damage ‘Cause they hurt you so bad its like they murdered your ass And threw dirt on your casket, but youve returned from the ashes And that hurt that you have, you just converted to gasoline And while youre burning the past, standing at inferno and chantin Im standin in the flames And it’s a beautiful kind of pain Settin fire to yesterday To find the light, find the light, find the light Standin in the flames And it’s a beautiful kind of pain Settin fire to yesterday Find the light, find the light, find the light Youre so familiarized with what having to swallow this pill is like It happens all the time, they take your heart and steal your life And its as though you feel youve died, cause youve been killed inside But yet youre still alive, which means you will survive Although today you may weep ‘cause youre weak and Everything seems so bleak and hopeless, the light that youre seekin It begins to seep in, thats the only thing keepin You from leapin off the motherfreakin deep end And Im pullin for you to push through this feeling And with a little time that should do the healing and by tomorrow You may even feel so good that youre willing to forgive em Even after all the shit youve been put through, this feeling of resilience is building And the flames are burnin quick as fire would through this building Youre sealed in, but youre fireproof, flame retardant, you withstood it And as you climb up to the roof, youre just chillin, you look down, ‘cause youre so over em You could put the heel of your foot through the ceiling As time passes, things change every day But wounds, wounds heal but scars still remaining the same But tomorrow, todays going down in flames Throw the match, set the past ablaze So feel the fire beneath your feet as you barely even Perspire from the heat, exhale deep and breathe a sigh of relief And as you say goodbye to the grief, its like watching the walls melt In your prison cell, but youve extinguished this livin hell Still, a little piece of you dies as you scream— Im standin in the flames And it’s a beautiful kind of pain Settin fire to yesterday To find the light, find the light, find the light Standin in the flames And it’s a beautiful kind of pain Settin fire to yesterday Find the light, find the light, find the light I feel the burn Watch the smoke as I turn, rising A phoenix from the flames I have learned From fighting fights that werent mine Its not with fists But with wings that I will fly And Im standin in the flames And it’s a beautiful kind of pain Settin fire to yesterday To find the light, find the light, find the light Standin in the flames And it’s a beautiful kind of pain Settin fire to yesterday Find the light, find the light, find the light238Embed

So Much Better Lyrics You fuckin groupie Pick up the goddamn phone Bitch, where the fuck were you Tuesday? With who you say? I wasnt at the studio, bitch, whatd you do? Screw Dre? You went there lookin for me? Boo, that excuse is too lame Keep playin me, youre gonna end up with a huge goose egg You fake, lyin slut, you never told me you knew Drake And Lupe? You wanna loose two legs? You tryin to flip this on me? If I spent more time with you, you say Okay, yeah, and Im coo-coo, eh? — Well, screw you And Ill be the third person who screwed you today Oh, fourth—Dre, Drake, Lupe—oohm, touché You were too two-faced for me Thought you was my number one true-blue ace But you aint and I cant see you when you make that wittle boo-boo face Cause Im hanging up this phone, boo, you make my fuckin Bluetooth ache Youre feeling blue? Too late, go smurf yourself You make me wanna smurf and puke blue Kool Aid Heres what you say to someone you hate My life would be so much better If you just dropped dead I was layin in bed last night, thinkin And then this thought just popped in my head And I thought, wouldnt shit just be a lot easier If you dropped dead? I would feel so much, much better Think I just relapsed, this bitch pushed me over the brink Hop on the freeway tryna get some time alone and just think Til the cops pulled me over, but they let me go, cause I told em Im only drivin drunk cause that bitch drove me to drink Im back on my fuck hoes, with a whole new hatred for blondes But bias? I hate all bitches the same, baby, come on! Excuse the pun, but bitch is such a broad statement, and Im Channelin my anger through every single station thats on! Cause a woman broke my he-art, I say, he-art Cause she ripped it in two pa-arts and threw it in the garbage Who do you think you a-are? Bitch, guess its time for me to get the dust off And pick myself up off the carpet But Ill never say the L-word again I lo-lo-lo-lo… lesbian! Aaahhh! I hope you hear this song And go into a cardiac arrest, my lifed be so much better if you just— My life would be so much better If you just dropped dead I was layin in bed last night, thinkin And then this thought just popped in my head And I thought, wouldnt shit just be a lot easier If you dropped dead? I would feel so much, much better Cause you told me Youd love me Forever Bitch, that was a lie Now I never Wanted someone to die So bad in my fuckin life But fuck it, there’s other fish in the sea And Ima have a whale of a time Bein a single sailor for the night, bitch, on a scale of One to ten, shit, I must be the Holy Grail of Catches, ho, I got an Oscar attached to my fuckin name I might hit the club, find a chick thats tailor-made For me, say fuck it, kick some shots back, get hammered, and nail her These bitches tryin to get attached, but theyre failin to latch onto the tail of My bumper, theyre scratchin at the back of my trailer Like Im itchin to get hitched, yeah, Im rich as a bitch But bitches aint shit, Id rather leave a bitch in a ditch Bitch, you complain when you listen to this But you still throw yourself at me: thats what I call pitchin a bitch Thats why Im swingin at this chicks on-site Long as I got a bat and two balls its foul, but my dicks on strike So all that love shit is null and void, bitch, Im a droid I avoid Cupid, stupid! Wasnt for blow jobs, youd be unemployed Oye-yoy-yoy, man-oh-man, your boy-boy-boys Gettin sick of these girls-girls-girls, oink-oink-oink You fuckin pigs, all youre good for is doink-doink-doink I got 99 problems and a bitch aint one Shes all 99 of em, I need a machine gun Ill take em all out, I hope you hear this song And go into a cardiac arrest, have a heart attack and just Drop dead, and Ima throw a fuckin party after this, cause yes My life would be so much better If you just dropped dead I was layin in bed last night, thinkin And then this thought just popped in my head And I thought, wouldnt shit just be a lot easier If you dropped dead? I would feel so much, much better Im just playin, bitch You know I love you120Embed

What’s the Difference Lyrics Whats the difference between me and you? Whats the difference between me and you? Back when Cube was rollin with Lorenzo in a Benzo I was bangin with 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 Thats fucked up, but Ill never forget the shit we been through And Ima do whatever it takes to convince you Cause you my nigga, Doc, and Eazy, Im still wit you Fuck the beef, nigga, I miss you, and thats just being real wit you You see, the truth is, everybody wanna know how close me and Snoop is And who Im still cool with Then, I got these fake-ass niggas I first blew with Claimin they nonviolent, talkin like they— Spit venom in interviews, speakin on reunions Move units, then talk shit, and we can do this Until then, I aint even speakin your name Just keep my name out of your mouth, and we can keep it the same, nigga It aint that Im too big to listen to the rumors Its just that Im too damn big to pay attention to em Thats the difference Whats the difference between me and you? You talk a good one, but you dont do what you supposed to do I act on what I feel and never deal with emotions Im used to livin big-dog-style and straight coastin Whats the difference between me and you? You talk a good one, but you dont do what you supposed to do I act on what I feel and never deal with emotions Im used to livin big-dog-style and straight coastin Yo, I stay with it, while you try to perpetrate, play with it Never knew about the next level util Dre did it I stay committed while you motherfuckers babysitted I smash the critics like a overhand right from Riddick Come and get it, shitted on villains 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 A heartless bastard, high and plastered My style is like the reaction from too much acid—never come down! Pass it around if you cant handle it Hang Hollywood niggas by they Soul Train laminates Whats the difference between me and you? About five bank accounts, three ounces, and two vehicles Until my death, Im Bangladesh I suggest you hold your breath til aint none left Yo, thats the difference! Whats the difference between me and you? You talk a good one, but you dont do what you supposed to do I act on what I feel and never deal with emotions Im used to livin big-dog-style and straight coastin Whats the difference between me and you? You talk a good one, but you dont do what you supposed to do I act on what I feel and never deal with emotions Im used to livin big-dog-style and straight coastin 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 I dont know if I ever told you this But I love you, dog, I got your motherfuckin back , just know this shit Slim, I dont know if you noticed it But Ive had your back from day one, nigga, lets blow this bitch I mean it, dog—you ever need somebody offed: Whose throat is it? Well, if you ever kill that Kim bitch, Ill show you where the ocean is Well, thats cool, and I appreciate the offer But if I do decide to really murder my daughters mama Ima sit her up in the front seat and put sunglasses on her And cruise around with her for seven hours through California And have her wavin at people Then drop her off on the corner at the police station And drive off, honkin the horn for her Raw-dog, get your arm gnawed off Drop the sawed-off and beat you with 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 In they nose and cough snot up, mucus and hot water Thats for tryna talk like The Chronic was lost product Thats for even thinkin of havin them thoughts thought up And you better show some respect whenever the Docs brought up So whats the difference between us? We can start at the penis Or we can scream, I just dont give a fuck! and see who means it Whats the difference between me and you? You talk a good one, but you dont do what you supposed to do I act on what I feel and never deal with emotions Im used to livin big-dog-style and straight coastin Whats the difference between me and you? You talk a good one, but you dont do what you supposed to do I act on what I feel and never deal with emotions Im used to livin big-dog-style and straight coastin Whats the difference between me and— 87Embed

Chloraseptic Lyrics 2 Chainz! Yeah, yeah Take em to church, Im talkin the tabernacle Its the return of the body snatcher Walk in the spot, make my woman smack ya In a fruit fight, I aim at your Adams apple Pull up in the candy car, eatin a candy bar And my girl eatin a candy apple Yeah , I line their ass up I aim at their goozer All of these stones on my neck, uh They must have looked at Medusa Pockets Rasputia of course I drove some rims to court I fucked some twins before I had a Benz before, this is the sin report This is the murder, murder, pass the burner, Em Your money shorter than an acronym Big body when Im backin in Ladi-dadi, got a bunch of bodies Niggas fakin, niggas human traffickin Im on the Act again, uh This aint a accident, uh King like Ak-Ron I run the trap again, you on the treadmill Never Neverland, shit came with a Ferris wheel Ferris day off, baby, AR in the same car Most of yall my sons, aw, look at little JR F12 same color Kate Moss Uh, Im talkin wristin the pot Im talkin this and you not Im talkin bricks and you not Im talkin straight up and down, nigga, like 6 oclock This is the equinox, this what the people want Somebody at the door, I heard the speaker knock, uh Im at your throat like Chloraseptic, septic And you got strep, Im too complex with, plex with This shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit Im at your throat, Im feelin reckless, reckless, yeah Do me a favor, dont do me no favors These bitches got flavors They all wanna smoke but aint doin no labor But they shoppin at Raleys, they stingin like tasers Act Hollywood like they play for the Lakers They fly on the latest Crocs, alligators, say hi to my haters Pardon my neighbor We eatin that chicken, lobster, potatoes You must be sniffin that yayo If you dont think Im that nigga Swagger on ten since a day old Its a-okay though, whippin up whip like its mayo Every track is a K.O., technical K.O.  Go off your head like Im Ayo Out of this world, talkin NATO Its cause of jail, ho, dont be an A-hole Cause I got shooters that shoot when I say so Wanna be in my shoes, you aint paid no dues Go nigga, you aint break no rules High school, niggas ate yo food Might dumb it down a little, but I aint no fool Niggas hate every day, B Shit is O.C. lately Gotta break em off with these Dre beats Or I might go crazy These niggas too goddamn lazy Dont ever, ever, ever try to play me Lil shawty now comin from BK But Im tryna come up like JAY-Z Nothin but love for my idols I feel entitled to titles Fuck it, man, I want the title Submission, they goin all viral Cause Im at your throat like Chloraseptic, septic And you got strep, Im too complex with, plex with This shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit Im at your throat, Im feelin reckless, reckless, yeah Bin Laden with a pen, bodyin again I begin slaughterin your men, prolly shoulda been Ali or the Svengali embodiment of sin Like a Saudi in the Taliban plottin an event In the lobby of the Intercontinental with an obvious intent And I would not even relent up on a little Like Osama with a bomb under the bin and down the middle Of the Pentagon and hit a kindergartner with a rental Back and forth, back and forth Like Jack Kevorkians ass to court Rap mature! Why cant you be like Macklemore? Why you always gotta smack a whore? Its likely the psychiatric wards a last resort Somethings gotta give, thats for sure Yet you keep comin back for more Not as raw as I was, “Walk on Water sucks” Bitch, suck my dick! Yall saw the tracklist and had a fit Fore you heard it, so you formed your verdict While you sat wit your arms crossed Did your little reaction videos and talked over songs Nah dog, yall sayin I lost it? Your fuckin marbles are gone But nowadays every flow, every cadence sound the same Brains a powder keg, I draw inspiration outta hate Real pain in the paper, I dont trace But if I look strange and outta place Its cause Im an alien, thats why I write til the page is outta space From 7 Mile in Novara To How can I be down?, all of us tryna pile in the car We shot for the stars Cause we only got so much time in this world So rewind it to your high school dance to the night before If you think youre promised tomorrow Now Im bout to fool again This tune is sick, its luminous, the moon is lit A freakin lunatic, a human computer chip And Im soon to stick a broom in the uterus of your Hooters chick If I was you, I wouldnt do nothin stupid due to the mood Im in Im losin it, you get chewed like a Junior Mint Show me who to rip, its time for you to get screwed Empty the lubricant and put super glue in it How many fuckin rappers did I go through? Dispel doubt, but you wont admit I smoked And you was spellbound, hellbound in my snowsuit But am I sposed to sound like everything else out? Cause I dont get compared to it, only myself now Well, I can see the fair-weather fans and sales down But the only way I care is if I let myself down But what the fuck have I woke to? Time to eat the vocals and shit out Pro Tools I know you still want me to ill out, dont you? Hopin the old Slims gonna spill out, open Fire on your whole camp with this spit, I roast you So chill out, no, you Hoes couldnt roast me with the shit I wrote you Then I took a stand, went at Tan-Face and practically cut my motherfuckin fan base in half and still outsold you You just called my shit trash? Thank God, I rap better when the odds are stacked Revivals wack, I dont like the Zombie track And when hes talkin that garbage psychotic crap Wheres your content at? Whats with all the conscious rap? P!nk, Beyoncé this and Kehlani that I just add it to the fuel in my rocket pack Til Im ready to respond, then Ima launch it at em Idiotic from the fuckin embryonic sac To the body bag, Ill be back And when I am, Ill be at your fuckin throat like— Like Chloraseptic367Embed

Patiently Waiting Lyrics Hey Em, you know youre my favorite white boy, right? I owe you for this one I been patiently waitin for a track to explode on You can stunt if you want and yo assll get rolled on And it feels like my flows been hot for so long If you thinkin Ima fuckin fall off, youre so wrong Im innocent in my head, like a baby born dead Destination heaven, sit and politic with passengers from 9/11 The Lords blessings leave me lyrically inclined Shit, I aint even got to try to shine Gods the seamstress that tailor-fitted my pain I got scriptures in my brain, I could spit at your dame Straight out the good book, look, niggas is shook 50 fear no man, warrior, swing swords like Conan Picture me, pen in hand, writin lines knowin The Sourcell quote it When I die, theyll read this and say a genius wrote it I grew up without my pops, should that make me bitter? I caught cases, I copped out, does that make me a quitter? In this white mans world, Im similar to a squirrel Lookin for a slut with a nice butt to get a nut If I get shot today, my phonell stop ringin again These industry niggas aint friends, they know how to pretend I been patiently waitin for a track to explode on You can stunt if you want and yo assll get rolled on And it feels like my flows been hot for so long If you thinkin Ima fuckin fall off, youre so wrong I been patiently waitin for a track to explode on You can stunt if you want and yo assll get rolled on And it feels like my flows been hot for so long If you thinkin Ima fuckin fall off, youre so wrong Youve been patiently waitin to make it through all the hatin Debatin whether or not you can even weather the storm As you lay on the table, they operatin to save you Its like an angel came to you, sent from the heavens above They think theyre crazy, but they aint crazy, lets face it, shit, basically Theyre just playin sick, they aint shit, they aint sayin shit—spray em, 50 A to the K, get in the way, Ill bring Dre and them with me And turn this day into fuckin mayhem, you stayin with me? Dont let me lose you, Im not tryna confuse you When I let loose with this Uzi and just shoot through your Isuzu You get the message? Am I gettin through to you? You know whats comin? You motherfuckers dont even know, do you? Take some Big and some Pac and you mix em up in a pot Sprinkle a little Big L on top, what the fuck do you got? You got the realest and illest killers tied up in a knot The juggernauts of this rap shit, like it or not Its like a fight to the top just to see whod die for the spot You put your life in this, nothin like survivin a shot Yall know what time it is, soon as 50 signs on this dot Shit, what you know about death threats, cause I get a lot Shady Records was eighty seconds away from the towers Some cowards fucked with the wrong building, they meant to hit ours Better evacuate all children , its nuclear showers Theres nothin spookier, youre now about to witness the power of fuckin 50 I been patiently waitin for a track to explode on You can stunt if you want and yo assll get rolled on And it feels like my flows been hot for so long If you thinkin Ima fuckin fall off, youre so wrong If the gun squad hearin all the shots go off Its 50, they say its 50 See a nigga laid out with his fuckin top blown off Its 50—man, that wasnt 50, dont holla my name You know you shouldnt throw stones if you live in a glass house And if you got a glass jaw, you should watch your mouth Cause Ill break your face Have your ass runnin, mumblin to the jake You goin against me, dawg, youre makin a mistake Ill split ya, leave you lookin like the Michael Jackson jackets with all them zippers Im the boss on this boat, you can call me skipper The way I turn the money over, you should call me flipper Your bitch a regular bitch, you callin her wifey I fucked and feed her fast food, you keepin her icey Im down to sell records but not my soul Snoop said this in 94, We dont love them hoes I got pennies for my thoughts, now Im rich See the twenties spinnin lookin mean on the 6 Niggas wearin flags cause the colors match they clothes They get caught in the wrong hood and filled up with holes, motherfucker I been patiently waitin for a track to explode on You can stunt if you want and yo assll get rolled on And it feels like my flows been hot for so long If you thinkin Ima fuckin fall off, youre so wrong I been patiently waitin for a track to explode on You can stunt if you want and yo assll get rolled on And it feels like my flows been hot for so long If you thinkin Ima fuckin fall off, youre so wrong 179Embed

Majesty Lyrics Whatever you say, Mrs. Majesty Whatever you want, you can have from me I want your love, just lead me on Wont give it up, hey, hey, hey, hey ’Cause Im a sucker for ya Boom shang-a-lang-a-la Boom shang-a-lang-a-la Mmm, uh, yo, I got the money and the power now The G5ll get me out there in an hour now The MAC movin’ like crack, Im sellin powder now G-Game over, locker room, hit them showers now I got the trophies and the catalogue Just did a deal, Mercedes-Benz, check the catalogue Im buyin buildings, we dont buy the blogs The Nicki challenge when I fly to Prague, uh Cause Im a sucker for ya Boom shang-a-lang-a-la Boom shang-a-lang-a-la Uh, yo, who want it with Nicki now? I smoke ’em like hippies now They see me, say, Yippie, now Homes runnin’ like Griffey now They switchin like sissies now You niggas is iffy now Bitches tune switchin’ up We take em to Jiffy now Im thicker than peanut butter He nuttin like Skippy now He want me to be his wife His missus like sippi now, uh Whatever you say, Mrs. Majesty Whatever you want, you can have from me I want your love, just lead me on Won’t give it up, hey, hey, hey, hey Cause Im a sucker for ya Boom shang-a-lang-a-la Boom shang-a-lang-a-la She invites me to the condo Uh-oh, wifeys in Chicago My side piece, but shes also Someones wife, so time we spend is borrowed But its our moment right here, fuck tomorrow Cause moments like these are to die for And shes clear, all nice and easy As hair when Im bleaching it blonde So we got that lightning in a bottle Shes tipsy, Im sober So she gets a chip on her shoulder Sits on the sofa, I go to load a Slick Rick song or throw some Souls of Mischief on She goes, All that old school hip-hop is over Think that shits got pneumonia I told her, Bitch, now, just hold up! Thats why rap needs a doctor Our genres lymph nodes are swole up Its time to check it for strep or some tonsillitis Cause like what they swab you with when your throat hurts Thats why Tribe is so vital: we need Q-Tip for the culture You aint dealin with a fuckin featherweight I used to medicate until Id get a fuckin bellyache And now Im finna step on the pedal, dont wanna ever brake I want to accelerate to a level that I can elevate Demented with the pen, Ill make the mothafucker detonate I wanna make it acapella—wait, I gotta set a date With the devil and celebrate, together we can renovate And re-develop, Hell awaits, and Ima get a special place Now, take a ride with me, hop into my time machine Ima take the drivers seat as I thrust into hyperspeed Like Im a meteorite, and mothafuck the fucking media Right in the behind; Im a human encyclopedia I must be like pie crust because I was bred to rise like I was yeast And youre never gonna reach these heights Theyre just too high to reach it I aint even reached my fuckin highest You better pick another game, try hide-and-seek And you might wanna decide to cheat Cause you gotta open your eyes to peek Am I indeed the last of a dying breed? Even if you fire-breathe, aint shit you can say to inspire heat If you wrapped your entire Mead pad up in a dryer sheet And Im back to rule the kingdom of fuck it Better not use me as your topic Anybody who brings me up, duck it Let me keep it 100 Two things shouldnt be your themes of discussion The queen and her husband Last thing youre gonna wanna be is our subjects, yeah Whatever you say, Mrs. Majesty Whatever you want, you can have from me I want your love, just lead me on Wont give it up, hey, hey, hey, hey Cause Im a sucker for ya Boom shang-a-lang-a-la Boom shang-a-lang-a-la Yo, now let me hit you back Told em Id get you back I know you sittin there just thinkin bout who did you that I am who did you that You trippin, did you pack? Cant post on Nicki block unless you sellin Nicki crack Here, take a Nicki pack Check out this Nicki act Nicki this, Nicki that All these bitches piggyback Ha, piggyback, ah, ah, ah back Ah, ah, ah back, ah, ah Out ah road, they lovin my style The man dem want digits fi dial Inna the dance, we a go skin out I know And when I come out, yall suicidal Yeah, on the real, Im these bitches idol Gotta be dumb to make me your rival Cause Im too powerful And you not powerful So say your prayers cause you bout to die slow Die slow , die slow Jealousy is a disease, die slow Die slow , die slow Tell her that jealousy is a disease, die slow157Embed

Roman’s Revenge Lyrics I am not Jasmine, I am Aladdin So far ahead, these bums is laggin See me in that new thing, bums is gaggin Im startin to feel like a dungeon dragon Rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon Im startin to feel like a dungeon dragon Look at my show footage, how these girls be spazzin So fuck I look like gettin back to a has-been? Yeah, I said it, has-been Hang it up, flatscreen Plasma Hey Nicki, hey Nicki, asthma I got the pumps, it aint got medicine I got bars, sentencin Im a bad bitch, Im a cunt And Ill kick that ho, punt Forced trauma, blunt You play the back, bitch, Im in the front You need a job, this aint cuttin it Nicki Minaj is who you aint fuckin with You lil Fraggle Rock, beat you with a pad-a-lock I am a movie, camera block You outta work, I know its tough But enough is enough Rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon Rah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon Rah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon Rah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon Rah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon Rah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon I aint into S&M, but my whips off the chain A little drop of candy paint drips off the frame Twisted-ass mind, got a pretzel for a brain An eraser for a head, fuckin pencil for a frame You dont like it, then peel off, bitch Every last woman on Earth Ill kill off And I still wouldnt fuck you, slut So wipe the smile on your grill off I swear to God Ill piss a Happy Meal off Get the wheels turning, spin, and wheel off Snap the axle in half, bust the tie-rod Quit hollering, Why, God? He aint got shit to do with it Bygonesll never be bygones The world aint finished swallowing my wad I aint finished blowing it, nice bra Hope itll fit a tough titty, bitch, lifes hard I swear to God life is a dumb blonde white broad With fake tits and a bad dye job Who just spit in my fuckin face and called me a fuckin tightwad So finally I broke down and bought her an iPod And caught her stealing my music So I tied her arms and legs to the bed Set up the camera and pissed twice on her Look, two pees and a tripod The moral to the story is lifes treating you like dry sod? Kick it back in its face, my God Its Shady and Nicki Minaj, you might find the sight quite odd But dont ask why, bitch, ask why not? The world-world is my punching bag and If Im garbage, youre a bunch of maggots Make that face, go on, scrunch it up at me Show me the target so I can lunge and attack it Like a, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon You fell off, off, they mustve bumped your wagon You mustve went off the back, Im bout to go off the deep end Told you to stay in your lane, you just jumped in traffic Is this the thanks that I get for puttin you bitches on? Is it my fault that all of you bitches gone? Shouldve sent a thank-you note, you little ho Now Ima wrap your coffin with a bow Nicki, shes just mad cause you took the spot Word, that bitch mad cause I took the spot? Well, bitch, if you aint shittin, then get off the pot Got some niggas out in Brooklyn thatll off your top I hear the mumblin, I hear the cacklin I got em scared, shook, panickin Overseas, church, Vatican You at a standstill, mannequin You wanna sleep on me? Overnight? Im the motherfuckin boss, overwrite And when I pull up, vroom, motorbike Now all my niggas gettin buck, overbite I see them dusty-ass Filas, Levis Raggedy Anns, holes in your knee-highs I call the play, now do you see why? These bitches callin me Manning, Eli Manning, Eli, these bitches callin me Manning, Eli All you lil faggots can suck it No homo, but Ima stick it to em like refrigerator magnets And Im crooked enough to make straitjackets bend Yeah, look whos back again, bitch, keep acting as if You have the same passion I have, yeah, right Still hungry, my ass, you ass-dicks had gastric bypass Aint hot enough to set fire to dry grass And bout as violent as hair on eyelids, but eyelash Go take a flying leap of faith off a fuckin balcony Fore I shove a falcon wing up your fly ass You know what time it is, so why ask? When Shady and Nickis worlds clash Its high class meets white trash Rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon Rah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon Rah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon Rah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon Rah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon Rah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon Roman, Roman, stop it, stop it Youve gone mad, mad, I tell you, mad You and this boy Slim Shady Whats going on? Theyll lock you away Theyll put you in a jail cell, I promise Take your mothers warning, Roman, please Back to bed, run along, lets go, come on Wash your mouth out with soap, boys74Embed

Rhyme or Reason Lyrics Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah yeah Marshall I dont have one My mother reproduced like the komodo dragon And had me on the back of a motorcycle, then crashed in The side of loco-motive with rap, Im Loco, its like handing a psycho a loaded handgun Michelangelo with a paint gun in a tantrum Bout to explode all over the canvas Back with the Yoda of rap, In a spasm Your music usually has em But waned for the game your enthusiasm it hasnt Follow you must, Rick Rubin my little Padawan. A Jedi in training, colossal brain and Thoughts are entertainin But docile and impossible to explain and, Im also vain and Probably find a way to complain about a Picasso painting Puke Skywalker, but sound like Chewbacca when I talk Full of such blind rage I need a seein eye dog Cant even find the page I was writing this rhyme on Oh, its on the ram-page Couldnt see what I wrote, I write small It says, Ever since I drove a 79 Lincoln with whitewalls Had a fire in my heart And a dire desire to aspire to Die Hard. So as long as Im on the clock, punching this time card Hip-hop aint dying on my watch Now sometimes when Im sleepin She comes to me in my dreams Is she taken? Is she mine? Dont got time, dont care, dont have two shits to give Let me take you by the hand to promised land And threaten everyone Cause theres no rhyme or no reason for nothing Marshall I don’t know him, but I wonder— Ha No, if he had He wouldnt have ended up in these rhymes on my pad I wouldnt be so mad, my attitude wouldnt be so bad Yeah, Dad, Im the epitome and the prime Example of what happens when the power of the rhyme Falls into the wrong hands and Makes you want to get up and start dancin Even if it is Charles Manson Who just happens to be rappin, blue lights flashin Laughin all the way to the bank, lampin in my K-Mart mansion I’m in the style department With a pile in my cart, rippin the aisle apart but With great power comes Absolutely no responsibility for content Completely despondent and condescending The king of nonsense and controversy is on a Beat-killing spree, Your Honor I must plead guilty, cause I sparked a revolution Rebel without a cause who caused the evolution Of rap, to take it to the next level, boost it But several rebuked it, and whoever produced it Does that mean it belongs to me? Cause I just happen to be a white honky devil with two horns That dont honk but every time I speak you hear a beep But lyrically I never hear a peep, not even a whisper Rappers better stay clear of me, bitch, cause its the— Its the time of the season When hate runs high And this time, I wont give it to you easy When I take back whats mine With pleasured hands And torture everyone, that is my plan My job here isnt done Cause theres no rhyme or no reason for nothing Shady I don’t give a fuck, but I wonder Doubt it, ha So, yeah, Dad—lets walk Lets have us a father-and-son talk But I bet we wouldnt probably get one block Without me knocking your block off, this is all your fault Maybe thats why Im so bananas I a-ppealed to all those walks Of life, whoever had strife Maybe thats what dad and son talks are like Cause I related to the struggles of young America When their fucking parents were unaware of their troubles Now theyre rippin out their fuckin hair again, its hysterical I chuckle as everybody bloodies their bare knuckles Yeah, uh-oh, better beware, knuckle heads! The sign of my hustle says: Dont knock”, the doors broken, it wont lock It might just fly open, get cold-cocked You critics come to pay me a visit? Misery loves company, please stay a minute! Kryptonite to a hypocrite Zip your lip if you dish it but cant take it Too busy gettin stoned in your glass house To kick rocks, then you wonder why I lash out Mr. Mathers as advertised on the flyers, so spread the word Cause Im promoting my passion til Im passed out Completely brain-dead: Rain Man Doing a Bankhead in a restraint chair So, bitch, shoot me a look, it better be a blank stare Or get shanked in the pancreas Im angrier than all eight other reindeer Put together with Chief Keef cause I hate every fuckin thang, yeah Even this rhyme, bitch And quit tryin look for a fuckin reason for it that aint there But I still am a Criminal! Ten-year-old degenerate grabbin on my genitals! The last Mathers LP done went diamond This time Im predicting that this one will go emerald! When will the madness end? How can it when theres no method to the pad and pen? The only message that I have to send Is: Dad, Im back at it again! Bitch… 142Embed

Stepping Stone Lyrics Take me to the river Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Its 2002, everything was totally new We were globally huge, watchin sales go through the roof We wrote and we feuded, Runyon Avenue soldiers included A multitude of homies who would pounce for no good excuse We were so bulletproof—wrote, souped, and soaked in our youth Thought we was runnin shit til we lost the sole of our shoe The death of Doody broke us in two We were thrown for a loop, aint none of us know what to do And at the time I was goin through my own struggles too So I wasnt in no condition to be coachin us through Everyone tried to go solo, really nobody blew I was hopin they do, so I aint have to shoulder the crew The plan was put everyone in position so that they knew How to stand on their own, and I dont wanna open up wounds I just noticed that oomph was gone when we go in the booth Cause the truth is, the moment that Proof died, so did the group Shoot! If I could leave this all behind I could open up my eyes and walk in a straight line Down to the river with you Help me leave this all behind Ima wash away my sins Ima rinse away this dirt I forgot to make amends To all the friends I may have hurt I better stop and say my grace From it I pray that I dont fall Cause on the way back down I may End up runnin back into them all I never meant to use you all as my stepping stones It was never the same, and its bothered me since And the farther we drift apart, the more awkward it gets The more time goes by, the more life happens And we gotta be men, we got responsibilities Plus we dont say how we feel And I feel like this is what got us in the debacle were in Been with you guys thick and thin But its almost as if sometimes were not even friends Which reminded me, Biz, Rockstar was the shit Yall coulda got you a hit without me on the shit If youda put D12 on it, wish I coulda did Porter tried talkin you into comin up off it I know it wasnt my fault, but part of it probably is I think of all of the trips to BET And the rappers I wish that we woulda politicked with Maybe yall coulda clicked and got you some features But thats water under the bridge But Im washin my sins in it til my conscience is cleansed If I could leave this all behind I could open up my eyes and walk in a straight line Down to the river with you Help me leave this all behind Ima wash away my sins Ima rinse away this dirt I forgot to make amends To all the friends I may have hurt I better stop and say my grace From it I pray that I dont fall Cause on the way back down I may End up runnin back into them all I never meant to use you all as my stepping stones Bacardi and Hen, never thought the party would end One minute youre bodyin shit, but then your audience splits You can already sense the climate is startin to shift To these kids you no longer exist Went from rainin cats and dogs in this bitch To tiny drops, little drips And by the time your reign is over, youll hardly be missed You start thinkin of all the artists you dissed All the carnage you left, is this the kind of karma you get For turnin your fuckin back on Bizzy, Kuniva, and Swift? A Freudian slip, subconsciously, I honestly wished I aint feel so much guilt and yall didnt harbor resentment But its hard to pretend that yall aint got none I just wish I had words, but I guess there just are none for this To my partners, I cant say how sorry I am This is not how I planned for our story to end I love all of you men But I just cant be the guy everybody depends On for entire careers cause thats not even fair I will always be here, but that spark isnt there And I dont know how to recapture that time and that era Ive tried hearkening back to, but Im fightin for air Im barely chartin myself Feels like Im on the descent, but it was not my intent To treat yall like a stepping stone Though I aint left no one behind, but we been down every road Done all we possibly can, I know we kept our hopes up But the longer we spend livin this lie that we live The less is left for closure, so lets let this go Its not goodbye to our friendship, but D12 is over Ima wash away my sins Ima rinse away this dirt I forgot to make amends To all the friends I may have hurt I better stop and say my grace From it I pray that I dont fall Cause on the way back down I may End up runnin back into them all I never meant to use you all as my stepping stones I never meant to make you feel like my stepping stones I never meant to use you all for my stepping stones159Embed

Just Don’t Give a Fuck Lyrics Woah, a-get yo hands in the air And get to clappin em and, like, back and forth Because a-this is what you thought it wasnt It bes the brothers representin the Dirty Dozen I be the F-R-O, the double G And check out my man, he goes by the name of, um, er- Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady Im a M-80, you little like that Kim lady Im buzzin, Dirty Dozen, naughty rotten rhymer Cursin at you players worse than Marty Schottenheimer You wacker than the motherfucker you bit yo style from You aint gon sell two copies if you press a double album Admit it, fuck it, while we comin out in the open Im doin acid, crack, smack, coke, and smokin dope then My name is Marshall Mathers, Im an alcoholic I have a disease and they dont know what to call it Better hide your wallet cause Im comin up quick to strip yo cash Bought a ticket to yo concert just to come and whip yo ass Bitch, Im comin out swingin so fast itll make yo eyes spin You gettin knocked the fuck out like Mike Tyson The proof is in the puddin, just ask DeShaun Holton Ill slit yo motherfuckin throat worse than Ron Goldman So when you see me on yo block with two Glocks Screamin, Fuck the world like 2Pac Talkin that shit behind my back, dirty mackin Tellin your boys that Im on crack So put my tape back on the rack, go run and tell your friends My shit is wack But see me on the street and duck Cause you gon get stuck, stoned, and snuffed Im nicer than Pete, but Im on a search to crush a milkbone Im everlastin, I melt vanilla ice like silicone Im ill enough to just straight up diss you for no reason Im colder than snow season when its 20 below freezin Flavor with no seasoning, this is the sneak preview Ill diss yo magazine and still wont get a weak review Ill make yo freak leave you, smell the Folgers crystals This is lyrical combat, gentlemen, hold your pistols But I form like Voltron and blast you with my shoulder missiles Slim Shady, M&M was the old initials Extortion, snortin, supportin abortion Pathological liar, blowin shit outta proportion The looniest, zaniest, spontaneous, sporadic Impulsive thinker, compulsive drinker, addict Half animal, half man Dumpin yo dead body inside of a fuckin trash can With more holes than an afghan So when you see me on yo block with two Glocks Screamin, Fuck the world like 2Pac Talkin that shit behind my back, dirty mackin Tellin your boys that Im on crack So put my tape back on the rack, go run and tell your friends My shit is wack But see me on the street and duck Cause you finna get stuck, stoned, and snuffed Somebody let me out this limousine Im a caged demon On stage screamin like Rage Against the Machine Im convinced Im a fiend Shootin up while this record is spinnin Clinically brain-dead, I dont need a second opinion Fuck droppin a jewel, Im flippin a sacred treasure Ill bite yo motherfuckin style just to make it fresher I cant take the pressure, Im sick of bitches Sick of naggin bosses bitchin while Im washin dishes In school, I never said much, too busy havin a head rush Doin too much rush, had my face flushed like red blush Then I went to Jim Beam, thats when my face grayed Went to gym in eighth grade, the womens swim team Dont take me for a joke, Im no comedian Too many mental problems got me snortin coke and smokin weed again Im goin up over the curb, drivin on the median Finally made it home but I dont got the key to get in So when you see me on yo block with two Glocks Screamin, Fuck the world like 2Pac Talkin that shit behind my back, dirty mackin Tellin your boys that Im on crack So put my tape back on the rack, go run and tell your friends My shit is wack But see me on the street and duck Cause you finna get stuck, stoned, and snuffed Outsiderz, Pacewon, Young Zee D.U156Embed

Campaign Speech LyricsJumped out of the 2nd floor of a record store With a Treacherous Four cassette and a cassette recorder In Ecuador with Edward Norton Witness the metamorphosis Of a legend growin like an expert swordsman From the Hessian war and Hence the origin of the Headless Horseman Born with the endorphins of a pathetic orphan Endless source and reservoir Of extension cords in dresser drawers And deadbolts on the bedroom doors And sexual torture kits kept in a separate storage bin Excellent boyfriend Use intercourse to settle scores With women who have vendettas towards men Dickhead is forced in til theres shredded foreskin Reddish torn and theyre only bein fed a portion Bed sores and sore shins Pregnant whores can get abortions Fetish for stickin metal forks in, self-absorption Skeletor, I went to Hell and fell a floor A predator, Im headed for competitors Better warn em, what I lack in tact and a set of morals I make up for in metaphors like a cosmetic store Stegosaurus, Chuck Norris with a thesaurus Yes, of course, a mess of warrants You want some? Come and get some, boys! Im givin Daniel Pantaleo a refresher course On excessive force and pressure points And dressin George Zimmerman in a fluorescent orange Dress and four inch heels to address the court With a bullseye on his back, his whole chest and torso Are left on the doorsteps of Trayvons dad as a present for him In my present form Im Desert Storm Appetite for destruction theres no suppressant for Aggressive, forceful, and less remorseful in every morsel Unpleasant, horrible; hello, gorgeous! The rebel with devil horns just fell off the yellow short bus Met a contortionist, said, When you wanna get sexual? She said, However I fit in your schedule. Im flexible. Expired tags on the Saturn, got Catherine Bach In the back in Daisy Dukes with the hazards on At a traffic stop gettin harassed, sign an autograph For this asshole cops daughter Laugh cause I called her a brat on it He spat on it and brought it back lookin half in shock Had a heart attack and dropped dead Started fallin back with it And got slapped with a Colin Kaepernick practice sock One ball and half a dick, Apple Watch Crack front axle, walked in a Bass Pro Shop with David Hasselhoff, pulled Tabasco sauce out of my satchel Knocked over a fishermans tackle box and crash sound Asked if they had a laugh in stock That was fuckin stupid… You got it twisted, all cause I offered this bitch A doggie biscuit, you call me misogynistic Bitch, get to massagin this dick! Like spas in this bitch, slob on it with gobs of lipstick Got a shoppin list for you to run some odds and ends with Theres not a bitch on this earth I can be monogamous with Shes non-existent Robin Thicke with a throbbin dick on some suave and slick shit But I shout derogatives at bitches like fuckin missile launches Misfit, blond and nitwit Like Ive gone ballistic, with a frostin tip kit Screamed, I hate blondes, and became one, Im optimistic Love to start shit Shovin Clark Kents undergarments in the glove compartment Of the bucket, bumpin Bubba Sparxxx Im double parkin up at Targets, trouble causer, a double crosser Shadiest mothafucka youll ever come across Olympic gymnast, been known for some assaults A couple lawsuits, enough to cause a stomach ulcer Same damn brain scan results as Rainmans is Somethings off, but when Dustin Hoffmans Dressin up in your mummy costume On stage dancin to Brain Damage, whats the problem? Nothings wrong, the name brand is back to reclaim status Run the faucet, Ima dunk A bunch of Trump supporters underwater Snuck up on em in Ray-Bans in a gray van with a spray tan Its a wrap, like an ACE bandage Dont-give-a-fuck persona, to my last DNA strand E&J in the waistband, at the VMAs with the stagehand She wants kielbasa, pre-arrange an escape plan Three-inch blade on point, like a See-and-Say Consider me a dangerous man But you should be afraid of this dang candidate You say Trump dont kiss ass like a puppet Cause he runs his campaign with his own cash for the fundin And thats what you wanted A fuckin loose cannon whos blunt with his hand on the button Who doesnt have to answer to no one—great idea! If I was president, gettin off is The first order of business, once I get in office Second thing thatll make me happys walkin up to Uncle Sam Naked, laughin, dick cupped in hand Screamin, Fuck safe sex! Throw a latex and an AIDS test at him Tell Congress I run this land And I want the rubber banned, and make it snappy Addiction to friction and static Addict who cant escape the habit Continue to chase the dragon But as fate would have it, I walked up in Major Magics Dressed as the maintenance man In a laser tag vest and a racin jacket With a gauge to blast it And sped away in the station wagon Stacey Dashs and Casey Anthonys Crazy asses in the backseat Throwin Stayfree pads at me Dead passenger in the passenger seat Unfasten the safety latches And slam on the brakes in traffic so hard I snapped the relocation brackets for the monster tires Finna get a murder case and catch it Like you threw it at me encased in plastic And send Dylann Roof through the windshield of the Benz Until he spins like a pinwheel and begins feelin... Like a windmiller with a thin build while his skins peelin And skids til he hits a cement pillar Swing for the fence like Prince Fielder Knock it into the upper peninsula You wanna go against zilla? The Rap God When will I quit? Never been realer The in-stiller of fear, not even a scintilla of doubt Whose pens iller than Prince in a chinchilla Or Ben Stiller in a suspense thriller Revenge killer, avenge syllable binge Fill a syringe, til I Draw first blood Even pop shit on my pop shit, and its popular Couldnt be more awkwarder Cause your innocence I robbed you of Its my fingers that got stuck up Taught ya ta not give a Slapstick, hockey puck The broad hunter with the sawed off Like an arm when its lopped off of ya But Im not gonna get the shotgun Or Glock, Ima opt for the ox Cause Im into objects that are sharp when I shop And its not a shock, Im such an obnoxious fucker The Rock Hudson of rock cause who would have thought This much of a cocksucker to go across the buttocks of Vivica Fox with a box cutter That was for 50, little slap on the wrist be warned Im unravelin quickly My squabbles, Im grappling with your time traveling with me Try and follow, as I wobble, relapse into history, with a flask of the whiskey Tip it back then Im twisting wine bottles Like what happened to Chris Reeves spine column Thats the plan of attack when Im fixing my problems Wish my chest wasnt having to get these rhymes off em But the fact that I have so many rappers against me mind boggles And why I havent come back on these faggots who diss me is More of a spectacular mystery than a fucking Agatha Christie crime novel But my patience is wearing thin Swear I been contemplatin rubbing shit in your face til I smear it in Diss you in every lyric until you fear the pen And never appear again If you actually had fuckin careers to end But then I think of Molly Qerim and I steer em in that direction and forget my ideas for them Molly, Im gone off you Man, light some kush Youre my first take, Ill nail you Cant lie, I gush If I won you over, you would be the grand prize Im entranced by your looks, come and give the Shady franchise a push You can get it in the can like some Anheuser-Busch Jeans too small, least three pant sizes tush Mushed against your damn side, your puss And thighs are squished What kind of attires that? Im ready to be rode Psychopath, bet you well get it poppin like a flat Light the match to ignite the wrath Got knives to slash and slice hermaphrodites in halves Piper Chapmans might just have to picket me Like a scab Hard to describe in fact Startling violent perhaps Are things that come to mind as soon as I start spitting rhymes like that And you arent really surprised at that But as far as these lines I rap And these bars, wouldnt dial it back if I star 69ed the track Why am I such a dick?158Embed

Dead Wrong Lyrics Bad Boy, baby Yeah, yeah Junior M.A.F.I.A., yeah B.I.G. 2000, B.I.G. 2000 again Yeah The weak or the strong Who got it going on? Youre dead wrong The weak or the strong Who got it going on? Youre dead wrong Relax and take notes while I take tokes of the marijuana smoke Throw you in a choke—gunsmoke, gunsmoke Biggie Smalls for mayor, the rap slayer The hooker layer, motherfucker, say your prayers! Hail Mary, full of grace... Smack the bitch in the face Take her Gucci bag and the North Face off her back Jab her if she act funny with the money Oh, you got me mistaken, honey I dont wanna rape ya, I just want the paper The Visa, capisce-ah? Im out like The Vapors Whos the one you call Mr. Macho? The head honcho, swift fists like Cu-macho I got so much styles I should be down with the Stylistics Make up to break up, niggas need to wake up Smell the Indonesia, beat you to a seizure Then fuck your moms, hit the skins to amnesia She dont remember shit, just the two hits Her hittin the floor and me hittin the clit Sucking on the tits, had the hooker beggin for the dick And your moms aint ugly, love, my dick got rock quick I guess I was a combination of House of Pain and Bobby Brown I was Humpin Around and Jumpin Around Jacked her, then, I asked her, Whos her man? She said, B-I-G, Then I bust in her E-Y-E Yo Big, youre dead wrong The weak or the strong Who got it going on? Youre dead wrong Yo Big, youre dead wrong The weak or the strong Who got it going on? Youre dead wrong The weak or the strong Who got it going on? Youre dead wrong Yo Big, youre dead wrong The weak or the strong Who got it going on? Youre dead wrong When I get dusted I like to spread the blood like mustard Trust it, my hardcore rain leaves you rusted Move over, Lucifer, Im more ruthless, uh Leave you toothless, youll kibitz, Ill flip it Tears dont affect me, I hit em with the TEC, Gs Disrespect me, my potency is deadly Im shooting babies; no ifs, ands or maybes Hit mummy in the tummy if the hooker plays a dummy Slit the wrist of little sis after she sucked the dick I stabbed her brother with the ice pick Because he wanted me to fuck him from the back But Smalls dont get down like that Found your father hiding in a room, fucked him with the broom Slit him down the back and threw salt in the wound Who you think youre dealing with? Anybody step into my path is fucking feeling it Hardcore, I got it sucked like a pussy Stab you til youre gushy, so please dont push me Im using rubbers so they wont trace the semen The black demon got the little hookers screaming Because you know I love it young, fresh and green With no hair in between, know what I mean? The weak or the strong, who got it going on? Youre dead wrong Yo Big, youre dead wrong The weak or the strong, who got it going on? Youre dead wrong The weak or the strong, who got it going on? Youre dead wrong Yo Big, youre dead wrong The weak or the strong who got it going on? Youre dead wrong Theres several different levels to Devil worshiping Horses heads, human sacrifices, cannibalism, candles and exorcism Animals, having sex with em, camels, mammals and rabbits But I dont get into that, I kicked the habit I just beat you to death with weapons that eat through the flesh And I never eat you unless the fucking meat looks fresh I got a lion in my pocket, Im lyin, I got a .9 in my pocket And baby, Im just dyin to cock him Hes ready for war, Im ready for war I got machetes and swords for any faggot that said he was raw My Uzis heavy as yours, yeah you met me before I just didnt have as large an arsenal of weapons before Marshall will step in the door, Ill lay your head on the floor With your body spread on the bedspread, red on the wall Red on the ceiling, red on the floor, get a new whore Met on the second, wed on the third, then shes dead on the fourth Im dead wrong! The weak or the strong Who got it going on? Youre dead wrong Yo Big, youre dead wrong The weak or the strong Who got it going on? Youre dead wrong The weak or the strong Who got it going on? Youre dead wrong Yo Big, youre dead wrong The weak or the strong Who got it going on? Youre dead wrong The weak or the strong Who got it going on? Youre dead wrong Yo Big, youre dead wrong The weak or the strong Who got it going on? Youre dead wrong We wont stop, cause we cant stop 95Embed

The Hills Lyrics Said you want a little company And I love it, cause the thrills cheap Said you left him for good this time Still, if he knew I was here, hed wanna kill me But its time you met the real me, filthy But wasnt always, will be Your pill refill and Ill still be your addiction You can touch a prescription, but dont fill me I let you see my dark side But like a mic check, you got one too So when the sparks fly We hit the flight deck and got sprung Like an ejector seat from an F-15 But tonight, we dont need those pills Just the effects of each other, but we gon film Cause I will want your ex to see That... I only call you when its half past five The only time that Ill be by your side I only love it when you touch me, not feel me When Im fucked up, thats the real me When Im fucked up, thats the real me, yeah I only fuck you when its half past five The only time Id ever call you mine I only love it when you touch me, not feel me When Im fucked up, thats the real me When Im fucked up, thats the real me, babe And every time he hurt you, I heard you Your shoulder to cry on And Ill be damned if I werent who you turned to You said he drove you to my arms But dont you know Remember when I told you I would never let down my guard? And I hope you Feel like dirt when I hold you Cause is it really over? But you just want a little company And you just really wanna thrill-seek Said you left him for good this time Bullshit, what your friends do, spill beans? Or you just wanna be guilt free, and still creep But these hills see from their POV, we can touch But the only way youll film me is with a camera, feel me? Youre nothin but a barfly You got your sights set on the one who you run to But Im a far cry from what you might get, if we come true So keep textin me But at night, if you seek those thrills, what I expect to be? Cause if you cheat on him Just means I will be the next to be your ex So no complexities, just sex And dont lecture me, just accept that... I only call you when its half past five The only time that Ill be by your side I only love it when you touch me, not feel me When Im fucked up, thats the real me When Im fucked up, thats the real me, yeah I only fuck you when its half past five The only time Id ever call you mine I only love it when you touch me, not feel me When Im fucked up, thats the real me When Im fucked up, thats the real me, babe Hills have eyes, the hills have eyes Who are you to judge? Who are you to judge? Hide your lies, girl, hide your lies Only you to trust, only you I only call you when its half past five The only time that Ill be by your side I only love it when you touch me, not feel me When Im fucked up, thats the real me When Im fucked up, thats the real me, yeah I only fuck you when its half past five The only time Id ever call you mine I only love it when you touch me, not feel me When Im fucked up, thats the real me When Im fucked up, thats the real me, babe Ewedihalehu Yene konjo, ewedihalehu Yene fikir, fikir, fikir, fikir Yene fikir, fikir, fikir, fikir Ewedihalehu Yene konjo, ewedihalehu147Embed

Infinite Lyrics Aw, yeah Its Eminem, baby Back up in that motherfuckin ass One time for your motherfuckin mind We represent the 313—you know what I’m sayin? Yo, they don’t know shit about this, for the 96 Ayo, my pen and paper cause a chain reaction To get your brain relaxin, the zany actin maniac in action A brainiac, in fact, son, you mainly lack attraction You look insanely wack when just a fraction of my tracks runs My rhymin skills got you climbin hills I travel through your mind and chill your spine like siren drills Im slimin grills of roaches with spray that disinfects And twistin necks of rappers til their spinal column disconnects Put this in decks and check the monologue, turn your system up Twist em up and indulge in the marijuana smog This is the season for noise pollution contamination Examination of more car-tunes than animation My lamination of nar-er-ration, hits a snare and bass On a track for duck rapper interrogation When I declare invasion, there aint no time to be starin gazin I turn the stage into a barren wasteland Im infinite You heard of Hell, well, I was sent from it I went to it, servin a sentence for murderin instruments Now Im tryin to repent from it, but when I hear the beat Im tempted to make another attempt at it Im infinite Bust it, I let the beat commence So I can beat the sense in your elite defense I got some meat to mince Some fruit to stomp, and then two feet to rinse I greet the gents and ladies, I spoil loyal fans I foil plans and leave fluids leakin like oil pans My coiled hands around this microphone are lethal One thought in my cerebral is deeper than a jeep-full of people MCs are feeble, I came to cause some pandemonium Battle a band of phony MCs and stand the lonely one Imitator intimidator, stimulator Simulator of data, eliminator Theres never been a greater since the burial of Jesus Fuck around and catch all the venereal diseases My thesisll smash a stereo to pieces My acappella releases classic masterpieces, through telekinesis It eases you mentally, gently Sentimentally, instrumentally With entity, dementedly meant to be infinite You heard of Hell, well, I was sent from it I went to it, servin a sentence for murderin instruments Now Im tryin to repent from it, but when I hear the beat Im tempted to make another attempt at it Im infinite Man, I got evidence, Im never dense And Ive been clever ever since My residence was hesitant to do some shit that represents the MO So Im assumin all responsibility Cause theres a monster real in me that always wants to kill MCs Mic nestler, slammin like a wrestler Here to make a mess of a lyric-smugglin embezzler No one is specialer, my skill is intergalactical I get cynical, act a fool then I send a crew back to school I never packed a tool or acted cool, it wasnt practical Id rather let a tactical, tactful track tickle your fancy In fact, I cant see, or cant imagine A man who aint a lover of beats or a fan of scratchin So this is for my family, the kid who had a cameo On my last jam plus the man who never had a plan B Be all you can be ‘Cause once you make an instant hit, Im tensed a bit And tempted when I see the sins my friends commit Im infinite You heard of Hell, well, I was sent from it I went to it, servin a sentence for murderin instruments Now Im tryin to repent from it, but when I hear the beat Im tempted to make another attempt at it Im infinite You heard of Hell, well, I was sent from it I went to it, servin a sentence for murderin instruments Now Im tryin to repent from it, but when I hear the beat Im tempted to make another attempt at it Im infinite 95 , 96 And on, and on, and on, and on 179Embed

Ooh Kill ’Em Lyrics Get it right Terio Ooh, ooh kill em, ooh kill em, ooh You ready? You ready? I dont think they is Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say But nothing comes out when they move they lips I spit crack for my niggas that be moving bricks With they exclusive bitch Sippin on Amaretto when she loose and shit Niggas sleeping on me then I Freddy Krueger shit With a few Philly niggas that be shootin shit Im like Dre, I wish I had my nigga Snupe for this Oh, I grew up, I screw up a oz of crack Then I blew up they knew us before all this rap I maneuvered with shooters You fuck around with me, get smoked like a hookah My ruger go booyah, I do it for the streets You do it for the nigga with the backpack I do it for the niggas on the corner Tryna make a meal ticket with a crack pack Hold up wait a minute let me back track Hov gave you 24, let you have that Man you claiming you the king of New York What the fuck wrong with you nigga, step back Hundred shots, aim straight at your snap cap Everybody want the crown so I snatch that Heard your gun go doo-doo-dooo-dooo Well my gun go blat-blat-blat-blat-blat What the fuck I gotta whisper to niggas To earn my respect just to get to these niggas Go Ether, Takeover or Jigga on niggas Or really go 2Pac and Biggie on niggas What the fuck wrong with him Like really Im sick of you niggas Youve been in the game like a year and some change And you feeling yourself so Im killing these niggas like... Let the beat come back and the streets come back Niggas on the west tryna make the east come back Make me grow these nappy braids, make the beast come back like And a nigga fuck around get the R.I.C.O Act Shoot shoot, and one, where my free throw at? And my lil nigga Bobby cant eat those flats Like ooh kill em, ooh kill em Ooh kill em, ooh kill em They know Meek Milly, I barely went gold But Meek Milly look like he sold two million All this new money Im getting my nigga I swear I dont know what to do with it Yeah its Meek Milly, Im bombing on rappers I really dont give a fuck who with em Pair with a nigga like me one time, like me one time And yall forgot about me Acting like I dont really want mine What the fuck wrong with em Know how we feeling, let me get back to it Terio like ooh kill em, ooh kill em Ooh kill em, ooh kill em, ooh kill em, ooh186Embed

Shake That Lyrics Woo! Shady Aftermath There she go, shakin that ass on the flo Bumpin and grindin that pole The way shes grindin that pole I think Im losin control Get buzzed, get drunk, get crunk Get fucked up, hit the strip club Dont forget ones, get your dick rubbed, get fucked Get sucked, get wasted, shit-faceted Pasted, plastered – puke, drink, throw up Get a new drink, hit the bathroom sink, throw up Wipe your shoe clean, got a routine goin Still got a few chunks on them shoestrings showin I was dehydrated til the beat vibrated I was revived as soon as this bitch gyrated Them hips and licked them lips, and that was it I had to get Nate Dogg here to sing some shit Two to the one, from the one to the three I like good pussy and I like good tree Smoke so much weed, you wouldnt believe And I get mo ass than a toilet seat Three to the one, from the one to the three I met a bad bitch last night in the D Let me tell you how I made her leave with me: Conversation and Hennessy Ive been to the motherfuckin mountaintop Heard motherfuckers talk, seen em drop If I aint got a weapon, Ima pick up a rock And when I bust yo ass, Im gon continue to rock Get your ass off the wall with your two left feet Its real easy, just follow the beat Dont let that fine girl pass you by Look real close cause strobe lights lie We bout to have a party Lets get it started Im lookin fo a girl with a body and a sexy strut Wanna get it poppin, baby? Step right up Some girls, they act retarded Some girls are bout it, bout it Im lookin fo a girl that will do whatever the fuck I say, every day she be givin it up Shake that ass for me Shake that ass for me, come on, girl Shake that ass for me Shake that ass for me, ah, girl Shake that ass for me Shake that ass for me, come on, girl Shake that ass for me Shake that ass for me Im a menace, a dentist, an oral hygienist Open your mouth for about four or five minutes Take a little bit of this fluoride rin-inse Swish, but dont spit it; swallow it and now finish, yeah Me and Nate D-o-double-g Lookin for a couple bitches with some double Ds Pop a little champagne and a couple Es Slip it in her bubbly, we finna, finna have a We bout to have a party Lets get it started Im lookin fo a girl I can fuck in my Hummer truck Apple Bottom jeans and a big ol butt Some girls, they act retarded Some girls are bout it, bout it I want a bitch to sit at the crib with no panties on Knows that she can, but she wont say no Look at this lady all in front of me Sexy as can be, tonight, I want a slut Would you be mine? Heard you was freaky from a friend of mine Now, I hope you dont get mad at me But I told Nate you was a freak, he said he wants a slut Hope you dont mind I told him how you like it from behind Shake that ass for me Shake that ass for me, come on, girl Shake that ass for me Shake that ass for me, ah, girl Shake that ass for me Shake that ass for me, come on, girl Shake that ass for me Shake that ass for me We bout to have a party Lets get it started Im lookin fo a girl with a body and a sexy strut Wanna get it poppin, baby? Step right up Some girls, they act retarded Some girls are bout it, bout it Im lookin fo a girl that will do whatever the fuck I say, every day she be givin it up There she go, shakin that ass on the flo Bumpin and grindin that pole The way shes grindin that pole I think Im losin control God And I aint leavin without you, bitch! Comin home with me! And my boy, and his boy And his boy And his girl Haha, Nate Dogg!97Embed

Zeus Lyrics She says I am trash, but she listens to Tekashi Bitch, you lost me Fair weather, wishy-washy She thinks machine washed me Swear to God, man, her favorite rapper wish hed cross me I love conflict, got a obnoxious subconscious Im afraid to unlock it Keep those monsters in the closet Im what an idiotic savant is But Ive been throwin down gauntlets since that underground Rawkus Where I planted my roots Thats how I had a whole planet that roots for me As in the group, and no one thinks dark as I think So imagine the havoc these black thoughts are to wreak As in Trotter, I keep slaughterin beats Shout out to Beatminerz and T-Minus But, me, long as I breathe, promise to be honest And wholeheartedly, apologies, Rihanna For that song that leaked, Im sorry, Ri It wasnt meant to cause you grief Regardless, it was wrong of me, but I be on my own , head up in the clouds like Zeus When they say, You aint the GOAT, I come down like, Who? But I got my head in the clouds like Zeus Swear I can see the game from a birds-eye view, ayy Bitch, you talkin to a rap god, ayy Girl, you talkin to a monsta, ayy You could give your whole damn life to the music thing They gon turn around like they dont love you Yeah, they woke a giant up So when I get back on my feet, dont wonder why in the Fuck is my head in the clouds G5 with the stewardess, gettin head in the clouds Mile-high club , I give a flying fuck Punchliner just tryin to survive in this climate of vaginas Who dyin to cancel my ass like Aunt Jemima syrup Im a shit-stirrer, youre a dime-a Dozen, said I couldnt do it Hit Europe, kicked the door in, put a foot through it Like a stirrup Used to have to sit and watch them bills pile up Now I just sit back and watch them bills pile up , but I be on my own , head up in the clouds like Zeus When they say, You aint the GOAT, I come down like, Who? But I got my head in the clouds like Zeus Swear I can see the game from a birds-eye view, ayy Bitch, you talkin to a rap god, ayy Girl, you talkin to a monsta, ayy You could give your whole damn life to the music thing They gon turn around— Ive seen them come and go Ive seen the hugest debuts Ive had a great view to see the game through And Drake, theyre gonna turn on you one day too And the more you win, the sooner they do Theyll be calling you a trash bin Sayin that your new one isnt better than your last and Even if it is, once they start to turn their backs They aint never comin back in They did it to Chance Next theyll be mentionin Future in the past tense Or sayin Adiós to Migos I aint dissin, Im just tryna keep the shit a C-note Same people been tryna do the shit to me, so I call them people Because theyre so easy to see through em But a fighters all I knew how to be I got the shit beat out of me Tripped and fell and blew out a knee Popped it back in and hopped up like, Fuck it Best two out of three, yeah Man, I gotta be doin somethin right I got eleven years of sobriety So the only bottom Ima be hittin is if its sodomy Wait, I mean, you would think that somebody handed a saw to me How Im choppin these bars They keep wantin me to rap responsibly When Im constantly passin the buck like the fuckin Dollar Tree But Ima always remind you that I came from poverty Black people saved my life, from the Doc and Deshaun And all that we want is racial equality R.I.P. Laquan McDonald, Trayvon, and Breonna Atatiana, Rayshard, and Dominique Eric Garner and Rodney King No, we cant get along til these white motherfuckin cops Who keep murderin Blacks are off the streets And, as far as squashin beef, Im used to people knockin me But, just not in my camp And diplomatic as Im tryna be Last thing I need is Snoop doggin me Man, Dogg, you was like a damn god to me Nah, not really I had dog backwards But Im startin to think, all these people takin shots at me Shit, its no wonder I be on my own, head up in the clouds like Zeus When they say, You aint the GOAT, I come down like, Who? But I got my head in the clouds like Zeus Swear I can see the game from a birds-eye view, ayy Bitch, you talkin to a rap god, ayy Girl, you talkin to a monsta, ayy You could give your whole damn life to the music thing They gon turn around like they dont love you132Embed

The Adventures of Moon Man & Slim Shady Lyrics Yep Yep Uh-huh Yeah, nigga Yeah, its been a minute, but Im back in it Yall aint dealing with the same boy Got a little trippy, then I transitioned New attitude mixed with that pure raw The night game, your girl called She like, Do me, baby, down to get busy, busy? No dice, chill, whoadie In life, feeling dizzy Oh, having visions of the city and I go to war See me in the day through the late night Tell em its the charm, Im in freeze mode To the gods, cant stop a hero when he in flight Im swimming in the light right Go and get you some, go and show em something, this a new thang Yeah, I let my nuts hang Knock your top off with LeBron or Dwyane Wade Aww, lift off Cant stunt a nigga growth, better get gone, move along You dont wanna trip, wanna get it on You dont wanna act, dont get me wrong They dont listen to the words in the song We aint gotta tell em, we just getting ready See em fronting, we aint kidding If you want it, you can get it Members of the rage, come and get you some Next steps out the jet from the lean back Running round the world and we aint packed Hit em, vroom, vroom, leave em stuck, oh, you seen that? Im chillin where the team at See a black Benz pull up with some jawns, yeah, I need that So crazy, cant believe it No cams, damn, no filming at all, real nigga facts Years ago, rehab All good, helped me figure out another plan It got bad, so bad Nah, I aint fucking love that, man Then I hopped out in a new zone with my Louis bag True story, take you through the dark and the light Godson, got through new Back up in the world, its the day in the life Hit the blunt and get it Raised bars , same song, we did it Hot sauce, pour it on all jams, explicit Carry on, smoke strong, got your mama down with it And the game fuckin needed something dirty raw Tell them this the law and we weeded So if its God you believe in Bob your head and just nod in agreement They say times undefeated Ima be the first one who can beat it I had hoop dreams, now I shoot threes Got a lil green , but I dont do weed Purp nor lean , thats Tunechi Thats New Orleans , fuck Drew Brees Snoop D-O-double , thats two Gs I probably spent on paper, ooh-wee Since Tuesday, probably killed a few trees But the only ones I smoke are the loose leaf Not high, but Im your highness And secretly, youre on my dick But you haters are butthurt , bunch of sore hind-ends I was just a poor white kid Now if rap was B-ball, Id be Jordan-like, bitch You wish you could score like this , yeah Not even at half court, Id miss Im mouthwash, cause if I was on the floor, Id swish But I cannot lie I got you in my top five Worst rappers of all time I lost my spot, yall got Alzheim King of rap? Nah, their words, not mine King of swear words and not lying You should never compare yours A toll-free number , only way youll ever have a hot line Fucks going on, man? Bunch of half-wits up in office Half of us walking around like a zombie apocalypse Other half are just pissed off and Dont wanna wear a mask and theyre just scoffing And thats how you end up catching the shit off em I just used the same basket as you shopping Now Im in a fuckin casket from you coughin Always stay ahead of haters, let em hate But never let a traitor penetrate your circle Separate yourself from those who try to pull you down The real ones never stray, its sort of like Medusa Thats how you stay ahead of snakes Emcees pull out gats, I dont give a fuck how strapped Youre gonna out-rap me? I doubt that Please, bitch, Im a house rat These raps are bout that cheese like mousetraps Earthlings, I adapt to em Certain things, I dont want to do, but have to in Order to just act human Like using a bathroom and vacuuming Rapping in the booth in a triple fat goose hazmat suit Bubble wrap and a mask too and I dont think thats what they meant by trap music Running through ink like Im tattooing This is music to be murdered by, you love Turn the volume up, I am fired up like a blunt Bread is long like an Italian sub, I am drugs That is probably why your opinion of mes high as fuck And its nonstop fury Cause I aint holding em up like an armed robbery And Gods my jury, so when I die, Im not worried Prayers to George Floyd and Ahmaud Arbery How the fuck is it that so many cops are dirty? Stop, man, please, officer, Im sorry But I cant breathe when I got you on top of me Your goddamn knees on my carotid artery The adventures of Moon Man & Slim Yes, who want it with them? The trilogy continues Serving niggas, yes, see whats on the menu Watch em panic, hot damnit Hope you fuckers understand it The realer for you niggas Come and get these scriptures Rap God Rager227Embed

Kings Never Die Lyrics Here to stay Even when Im gone When I close my eyes Through the passage of time Kings never die I can hear the drummer drummin And the trumpets, someones tryna summon someone I know somethings comin But Im runnin from it, to be standing at the summit And plummet, how come it wasnt what I thought it was? Was it too good to be true? Have nothin, get it all but too much of it Then lose it again, did I swallow hallucinogens? ‘Cause if not, where the hell did it go? ‘Cause here I sit in Lucifer’s den by the dutch oven Just choosing to sin, even if it means Im sellin my soul Just to be the undisputed again Do whatever I gotta do just to win ‘Cause I got this motherfuckin cloud over my head Crown around it, thorns on it Cracks in it, bet you morons didnt think Id be back, did ya? How bout that? I’m somehow now back to the underdog But no matter how loud that I bark This sport is somethin I never bow-out at I complain about the game, I shout and I pout, its a love-hate But I found out that I can move a mountain of doubt Even when you bitches are countin me out And I appear to be down for the count Only time I ever been out and about Is drivin around town with my fuckin whereabouts in a doubt ‘Cause I been lost tryna think of what I did to get here But Im not a quitter; gotta get up, give it all I got or give up Spit on, shit on, stepped on, but kept goin Im tryna be headstrong But it feels like I slept on my neck wrong ‘Cause youre moving onto the next, but is your respect gone? ‘Cause someone told me that… Kings never die Dont give me that sob story, liar, dont preach to the choir You aint never even had to reach in the fire to dig deep Nobody ever handed me shit in life, not even a flyer Wouldnt even take shit into consideration Obliterate anyone in the way I think I see why a lot of rappers get on these features And try to show out on a track with me But itd actually have to be A fuckin blow-out to get me to retire Tell these new artists that kings never die I know shit has changed in this age, fuck a Twitter page Did it just say Ive been upstaged? Why am I online? Its driving me crazy Im ridin shotgun tryna get a gauge On whats hot, but Im not one to conform But as days pass in this shit And opinions sway, I can hear em say If I stay passionate maybe I can stage a miraculous Comeback, as if I went away But detractors just say so much for the renegade Someones gonna make me blow my composure Here I go again, center stage, and I feel like Im in a cage They so want a champion to fall Its no wonder why I laugh at em ‘Cause why cant we win em all? So fuck what these cynics say! It just goes to show that when my backs against the wall And Im under attack again, that Ill act as if Im posed ta With this pent-up rage, ‘cause all these plaques in my office On the floor stacked against the door Are they just metaphors for the odds of me comin back again? ‘Cause all the accomplishments, accolades, awards And trophies just dont mean jack anymore If Im here today and gone tomorrow, and Im not gonna be… Here to stay Even when Im gone When I close my eyes Through the passage of time Kings never die I want it, Im comin to get it So you son of a bitches dont duck You’re gonna get Riddick Bowe’d Criticsll end up in critical Think your shit is dope, all youre gonna get is smoked And I aint stopping til Im on top again All alone and on a throne, like a token of respect Or a homage poem, or an ode Ive been owed Tossed in the air by my own arm And launched so hard it broke my collarbone And when its my time to go Im still not leaving, stop for no one, I dont know But Ive been told, an obstacle that blocks your road, ya Knock it over, time to go for the pot of gold, ‘cause… They say kings never die Just ask Jam Master Jay They just grow wings and they fly So, hands up, reach for the sky! Try to hold on and prolong these moments ‘Cause in a blink of an eye Theyll be over So youre tryna secure your legacy like Shakur And ensure nobodys ever gonna be what you were So before youre leavin this Earth You want people to feel the fury of a pure evil cerebral, berserk Deacon of words, syllable genius at work Plus, Im thinkin that theyre mistakin my kindness for weakness; kill em with meanness I went from powdered milk and Farina To flippin burgers on the grill for some peanuts At Gilberts to arenas, call me Gilbert Arenas Still appeal to the dreamers I made it to the silverscreen But Rockys still what the theme is Khalil on the beat, ‘cause makin the beat Ain’t the same feelin to me as killin the beat is Or fulfillin to me is what fillin a seat is Its that sound-bombing, Thirstin Howl Common, underground, Diamond D, Outsidaz Stomach growl, throbbin hunger, out-rhymin everyone God, just give me one shot, I swear that I wont let you down Ima be around forever-and-a-day, even in the ground You aint never ever gonna hear em say I aint… Here to stay Even when Im gone When I close my eyes Through the passage of time Kings never die Kings never die475Embed

My Life Lyrics My, yeah, yeah, mmm My life, my life Makes me wanna run away Theres no place to go No place to go All the confusion Its an illusion, like a movie Got nowhere to go Nowhere to run and hide No matter how hard I try, yeah Yeah, 03, I went from quite filthy to filthy rich Man, their emotions change, so I can never trust a bitch I tried to help niggas get on, they turned around and spit Right in my face, so Game and Buck both can suck a dick Now when you hear em it may sound like its some other shit ‘Cause Im not writin anymore, they not makin hits Im far from perfect, theres so many lessons I done learned If moneys evil, look at all the evil I done earned Im doin what Im supposed to Im a writer, Im a fighter, entrepreneur Fresh out the sewer, watch me maneuver—whats it to ya? The track I lace it, its better than basic This is my recovery, my comeback, kid My life, my life Makes me wanna run away Theres no place to go No place to go All the confusion Its an illusion, like a movie Got nowhere to go Nowhere to run and hide No matter how hard I try, yeah While you were sippin your own Kool-Aid gettin your buzz heavy I was in the fuckin shed, sharpenin my machete Sippin on some of that revenge juice, gettin my taste buds ready To wolf down this spaghetti or should I say this spa-get-even? I think you fuckin meatballs keep on just forgettin Thought he was finished, motherfucker, its only the beginnin Hes buggin again, hes straight thuggin, fuck who hes offendin! Hell rip your vocal chords out and have them bitches plugged in the Motherfuckin wall with 3000 volts of electricity Now take the other end of em, then plug them motherfuckers-in-each One of your eye sockets cause I thought you might finally fuckin see Thatll teach you to go voicin your cocksuckin opinion to me I done put my blood, my sweat and my tears in this shit, fuck lettin Up! You’re gonna end up regrettin you ever betted against me Feels like Ima snap any minute Yeah, its happenin again And Im thinkin about just sayin, Motherfuck everybody thats up in this bitch but 50! ‘Cause this is all I know This is why so hard I go I swear to God I put my heart and soul In this more than anybody knows Im trapped, so all I do is rap But every time I rap Im more trapped And I rap myself right to this bubble Oh I guess its bubble wrap Its like a vicious cycle, my lifes in a crisis Christ, how was I supposed to know shit would turn up like it did? Feels like Im goin psycho again And I might just blow my lid Shit, I almost wish that I would have never made Recovery, kid ‘Cause Im runnin in circles with— My life, my life Makes me wanna run away Theres no place to go No place to go All the confusion Its an illusion, like a movie Got nowhere to go Nowhere to run and hide No matter how hard I try, yeah I havent been this fuckin confused since I was a kid Sold like 40 million records, people forgot what I did Maybe this is for me, maybe Maybe Im supposed to go crazy Maybe Ill do it 3 a.m. in the morning like Shady Psycho killer, Michael Myers Im on fire like a lighter Try to say this aint classic, get yo ass kicked mad quick Wrap your head up in plastic Pussy, now pick the casket Dirt nap with the maggots, its tragic Its sad, its never gonna end Now we number one again With that frown on your face and your heart full of hate Accept it, respect it, this a gift God-given Like the air in the lungs of every fuckin thing livin My life, my life Makes me wanna run away Theres no place to go No place to go All the confusion Its an illusion, like a movie Got nowhere to go Nowhere to run and hide No matter how hard I try, yeah 52Embed

Drop the World Lyrics I got ice in my veins, blood in my eyes Hate in my heart, love in my mind I seen nights full of pain, days are the same You keep the sunshine, save me the rain I search but never find, hurt but never cry I work and forever try, but Im cursed, so never mind And its worse, but better times seem further and beyond The top gets higher the more that I climb The spot gets smaller and I get bigger Tryna get in where I fit in, no room for a nigga But soon for a nigga it be on, mafucker ‘Cause all this bullshit just made me strong, mafucker So I pick the world up and Ima drop it on your fuckin head Yeah Bitch, Ima pick the world up and Ima drop it on your fuckin head Yeah And I could die now, rebirth, motherfucker Hop up in my spaceship and leave Earth, motherfucker Im gone, motherfucker, Im gone Uh I know what they dont wanna tell you Just hope youre heaven-sent, and youre hell-proof I, I walk up in the world and cut the lights off And confidence is a stain they cant wipe off Huh, my word is my pride But wisdom is bleak, and thats a word from the wise Served to survive, murdered and bribed And when it got too heavy I put my burdens aside So I could pick the world up and Ima drop it on your fuckin head Haha, yeah Bitch, Ima pick the world up and Ima drop it on your fuckin head Yeah And I could die now, rebirth, motherfucker Hop up in my spaceship and leave Earth, motherfucker Im gone, motherfucker, Im gone Im gone It hurts, but I never show This pain youll never know If only you could see just how lonely and how cold And frostbit Ive become My backs against the wall When push come to shove I just stand up and scream: Fuck em all! Man, it feels like these walls are closin in, this roof is cavin in Oops, time to raise it then Your days are numbered like pages in My book of rhymes; got em cookin, boy This crooked mind of mine got em all shook And scared to look in my eyes I stole that fuckin clock: I took the time And I came up from behind and pretty much snuck up and butt-fucked this game up Better be careful when you bring my name up Fuck this fame, that aint what I came to claim, but the game aint gonna be the same on the day that I leave it But I swear, one way or another, Ima make these fuckin haters believe it I swear to God, wont spare the rod Im a man of my word, so your fuckin heads better nod Or Ima fuck around in this bitch and roast everybody Sleep on me, that pillow is where your headll lie Permanently, bitch, its beddy-bye This world is my Easter egg, yeah, prepare to die! My head is swole, my confidence is up, this stage is my pedestal Im unstoppable, Incredible Hulk Youre trapped in my medicine ball I could run circles around you so fast your fuckin headll spin, dog Ill split your cabbage and your lettuce and olives, Ill fuckin— Pick the world up and Ima drop it on your fuckin head Yeah Bitch, Ima pick the world up and Ima drop it on your fuckin head Yeah And I could die now, rebirth, motherfucker Hop up in my spaceship and leave Earth, motherfucker Im gone, motherfucker, Im gone Im gone114Embed

Role Model Lyrics Okay, Im going to attempt to drown myself You can try this at home You can be just like me Mic check, one-two, we recordin? Im cancerous, so when I diss, you wouldnt wanna answer this If you responded back with a battle rap you wrote for Canibus Ill strangle you to death, then Ill choke you again And break your fuckin legs til your bones poke through your skin You beef with me, Ima even the score equally Take you on Jerry Springer and beat your ass legally I get too blunted off of funny home grown Cause when I smoke out, I hit the trees harder than Sonny Bono So if I said I never did drugs That would mean I lie and get fucked more than the President does Hilary Clinton tried to slap me and call me a pervert I ripped her fuckin tonsils out and fed her sherbet My nerves hurt, and lately Im on edge Grabbed Vanilla Ice and ripped out his blond dreads Every girl I ever went out with has gone les Follow me and do exactly what the song says Smoke weed, take pills, drop out of school, kill people And drink, jump behind the wheel like it was still legal Im dumb enough to walk in a store and steal So Im dumb enough to ask for a date with Lauryn Hill Some people only see that Im white, ignorin skill Cause I stand out like a green hat with a orange bill But I dont get pissed, yall dont even see through the mist How the fuck can I be white? I dont 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 wont go down, how do I wave? And this is how Im supposed to teach kids how to behave? Now, follow me and do exactly what you see Dont you wanna grow up to be just like me? I slap women and eat shrooms, then OD Now, dont you want to grow up to be just like me? Me and Marcus Allen went over to see Nicole When we heard a knock at the door, mustve been Ron Gold Jumped behind the door, put the orgy on hold Killed them both, then smeared blood on the white Bronco My mind wont work if my spine dont jerk I slapped Garth Brooks out of his rhinestone shirt Im not a player, just a ill rhyme sayer Thatll spray a aerosol can up at the ozone layer My rap styles warped, Im runnin out the morgue With your dead grandmothers corpse to throw it on your porch Jumped in a Chickenhawk cartoon with a cape on And beat up Foghorn Leghorn with an acorn Im 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 please explain to my brain That I just severed the main vein with a chainsaw and Im in pain? I take a breather and sigh, either Im high or Im nuts Cause if you aint 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, its over with I bought Cages tape, opened it, and dubbed over it I came to the club drunk with a fake ID Dont you wanna grow up to be just like me? Ive been with ten women who got HIV Now, dont you wanna grow up to be just like me? I got genital warts and it burns when I pee Dont 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 me123Embed

Asshole Lyrics Came to the world at a time when it was in need of a villain An asshole, that role I think I succeeded fulfillin But dont think I ever stopped To think that I was speakin to children Everything was happenin so fast It was like I blinked—sold three million Then it all went blank, all I remember is feelin ridiculous ‘Cause I was gettin sick of this feelin Like Im always under attack, man I could have stacked my shit list to the ceilin Women dishin but really thinkin: If anyone ever talks to one of my little girls like this I would kill him. Guess Im a little bit of a hypocrite when Im rippin shit But since when did this many people ever give a shit What I had to say? Its just my opinion If it contradicts how Im livin, put a dick in your rear end Thats why every time you mentioned a lyric I thanked you for it, for drawin more attention toward it ‘Cause it gave me an enormous platform Im flattered you thought I was that important But you cant ignore the fact that I fought for the respect And battled for it, mad awards, had GLAAD annoyed Atta-boy, they told me to slow down, Id just zone out Good luck tryin to convince a blonde Its like tellin Gwen Stefani she sold out ‘Cause I was tryna leave no doubt In anyones mind, one day Id go down in history Think they know now because everybody knows Everybody knows That youre just an asshole Everywhere that you go People wanna go home, everyone knows Everybody knows So dont pretend to be nice Theres no place you can hide You are just an asshole Everyone knows, everyone knows Thanks for the support, asshole! scratch Thanks for the support, asshole! Quit actin salty! I was countin on you to count me out Ask Asher Roth when he roundabout Dissed me to shout me out Thought I was history, well goddamn, honky That compliments like backhandin a donkey Good way to get your ass socked in the mouth Nah, Im off him But what the fucks all this trash-talkin about? The fight was fixed, Im back and you cant stop me You knocked me down, I went down for the count I fell, but the fans caught me, and now Youre gonna have to beat the fuckin pants off me To take my belt—word to Pacquiao Momma said, There aint nothin else to talk about Better go in that ring and knock em out Or you better not come out! Its poetry in motion Like Freddie Roach when hes quotin Shakespeare So what if insults are revoltin? Even Helen Keller knows life stinks You think its a joke til youre bullet-riddled But you should give little shit what I think This whole world is a mess Gotta have a goddamn vest on your chest And a Glock just to go watch Batman Who needs to test a testicles? Not that man Half of you dont got the guts, intestinal blockage Rest of you got lap bands Stuck to this motto fore they put bath salts And all those water bottles in Colorado, so get lost, Waldo My souls escapin through this asshole that is gapin A black hole and Im swallowin this track whole Better pack toilet paper, but Im takin no crap, ho Here I go down the Bat Pole And Im changin back into that old maniac In fact, there they go tryna dip out the back door retreatin ‘Cause everybody knows Everybody knows That youre just an asshole Everywhere that you go People wanna go home, everyone knows Everybody knows So dont pretend to be nice Theres no place you can hide You are just an asshole Everyone knows, everyone knows Holy mackerel! Im the biggest jerk on the planet Earth I smacked a girl off the mechanical bull at a tractor pull For thinkin we had some magnetic pull Then screamed, ICP in this bitch! How do fuckin magnets work? ‘Cause youre attractive, but we aint attractable Hate to be dramatical, but Im not romantical Im makin up words so you can understandable, its tragical Thinkin some magical shits gonna happen, that aint practical You crackin a joke, its laughable ‘Cause me and loves like a bad combination I keep them feelings locked in a vault So its safe to say Im uncrackable My heart is truly guarded, full body armor Bitch, you just need a helmet ‘Cause if you think youre special, youre retarded Thinkin youre one of a kind like you got some platinum vagina Youre a train wreck, I got a one-track mind Shorty, youre fine, but you sort of remind me of a 49er ‘Cause you been a gold digger since you was a minor Been tryna hunt me down like a dog ‘Cause youre on my ass but you cant get a cent ‘Cause all of my spare time is spent On my nose in this binder, so dont bother tryin Only women that I love are my daughters But sometimes I rhyme and it sounds like I forget Im a father And I push it farther So, Father, forgive me if I forget to draw the line Its apparent I shouldnt have been a parent Ill never grow up, so to hell with your parents And motherfuck father time It aint never gonna stop, a pessimist Who transformed to an optimist in his prime So even if Im half-dead, Im half-alive Poured my half-empty glass in a cup Now my cup has runneth over And Im bout to set it on you like a mothafuckin coaster I’m goin back to what got me here Yeah, cocky, and can’t knock bein rude off, so fear not, my dear And dry up your teardrops, Im here White Americas mirror, so dont feel awkward or weird If you stare at me and see yourself because youre one too Shouldnt be a shock, because everybody knows Everybody knows That youre just an asshole Everywhere that you go People wanna go home, everyone knows Everybody knows So dont pretend to be nice Theres no place you can hide You are just an asshole Everyone knows, everyone knows128Embed

Wicked Ways Lyrics Im getting by with my wicked ways Im loading up and Im taking names I wanna dig my way to hell I wanna dig my way to hell Im getting by with my wicked ways Im loading up and Im taking names I wanna dig my way to hell I wanna dig my way to hell Guess I got a way with words, I could get away with murder Ever heard of Aspergers? Its a rare condition Its what youre sufferin from when you simply dont care if its an 80 degree day and theres no frickin air conditionin And you cant see the bitch’s hair is frizzin Cause you got the windows up, blarin the system In your Chevrolet Prizm The devil aint on a level same as him Picture someone who revels in straight masochism And imagine him givin an adjective an ass-whoopin So bad they should put his ass in prison A word bully, I verbally abuse verbs Like they did somethin to me personally Used to get bullied, so Id cut class and ditch it Now I bully rap, Im the shit, faggot Cadillac from a K Car My ass from a hole in the ground, still can’t tell em a-part Came straight out the trailer park Screamin, Im proud to shop at K-Mart, and it became art And Im still fed up and as pissed off as they are To this day I still get in fights with the same broad At the same Walmart, arguin over the same cart In the middle of the aisle whilin, I dont give a fuck, I dont play Bitch, you think you saw this basket first? Youre ass backwards like motherfuckin Bob and Silent Jay Illest shit you could think I would say Minds like a pile of clay Whens the last time that you saw a villain with a cape Ripped a gapin hole in it, flipped out Ripped down the drapes, tied em around my neck Went down the fire escape of the Empire State Slipped, fell straight down to the ground Splattered all over the entire state And straight to hell, got impaled by the gates Saw Satan, stuck his face in an ashtray While I sashayed around flames with a match And I gave him the gas face And this aint got nothin to do with a scale Or being gay, little faggot, but by the way Thoughts are gettin darker by the day Im a combination of Skylar Grey Tyler, the Creator, and Violent J Its a fuckin miracle to be this lyrical Paint my face with clown makeup and a smiley face Im insane, every rhyme I say Sons you like an ultra-violet ray I’m sellin hatred, buffet style, all the shit you can eat $11.99, so come on and pile a plate! I’m throwin down the gauntlet to see what hell I can raise With the rhyme I’m spittin while I’m shittin on competition In the meantime it’s always mean time, Im gettin— Im getting by with my wicked ways Im loading up and Im taking names I wanna dig my way to hell I wanna dig my way to hell Im getting by with my wicked ways Im loading up and Im taking names I wanna dig my way to hell I wanna dig my way to hell I’ve been a career asshole I don’t see why these people always got my back I done said so much fucked up shit I was born a mistake, but I was put here not by accident I had a purpose and that purpose Was to beat a beat purplish, slaughter tracks I done put my two dimes and a nickel in this shit I’m comin to get that quarter back Like Ndamukong, the drama can build Your mama can ask me for my autograph Cause that cougars a MILF Shes the oldest trick in the book, but I sure would fall for that You done brought a bat to a rocket launcher fight When I get on the mic Ima snap Make you wish the ambulance that took me to the hospital When I overdosed woulda caught a flat If it makes you sick to your stomach acid Indigestion, my suggestion’s Kaopectate If it feels like Im runnin away with the game Its cause I am, dont speculate, spectate All I got is dick for days and insults for decades But I get by with my wicked ways Lady, you can suck a dick til your neck aches Cry til you get puffy eyes, red faced But Im leavin on this jet plane You aint fly, youre an airhead And Im sick of poundin a square peg in a round hole Sorry, another catchphrase But your baggage aint gon fit in my storage overhead space Cause it just aint big enough to fit your damaged goods Other words: dont try to put your heart in a headcase Cause, baby, stable mentally I aint I need my meds, I peed my bed Im going blind, I dont see my legs, I keep on falling down No wonder you cant stand me, I need my cane Someone help me, I think my face is melting If you felt these migraines And see these maggots eat my brain This G-I-A-N-T hole in my empty head If you read my mind, you can see my pain And youd see why I be this way Ever since I was knee-high playin with G.I. Joes Told these hoes shut their P-I-E holes, now peep my game Cause Im bout it bout it Like a fuckin echo Psycho on a cyclone cycle, spiralin, here I go Im outta control like no other mic go Stab you til the knife goes – dull Im nothin but a hole inside your skull where your eye goes Cause Ima sock it to you! Dyke ho, you dont like it? Get on your Harley Davidson menstrual cycle And ride it like a motorbike Im finna blow the mic the whole night, so Strike up the fuckin maestro, Im nitro And hi, ho, hand me my shovel! Im liable to dig my hole deeper And its off to H-E double hockey sticks, I go Im getting by with my wicked ways Im loading up and Im taking names I wanna dig my way to hell I wanna dig my way to hell Im getting by with my wicked ways Im loading up and Im taking names I wanna dig my way to hell I wanna dig my way to hell Ohh, please be empty Please be empty, please be empty Thank you, God! Shit… Is that a girl? Im gonna rock this blouse and put a cock in my mouth And get my balls blew out, and get gay into the A.M And lay with eighteen guys naked And let myself show, let myself show Buttfuck it, suck it, pull it, tug it Lifes too short to not stroke your bone So everybody, everybody Circle jerk, touch my body Who is that? Where are you going? Come back! Why does everyone always leave me? Hello? Fuck you then! Blow it out your ass!155Embed

Good Guy Lyrics Here we go aga-ain, from heroes to villains Used to be your Romeo, but we both were jilted A couple of times, so we had a slippery slope to deal with But still, it gave me hope that well get Through it together, a severed earlobe Mailed to you in a E-N-V-E-lope Would be dope, but what kind of lengths can you go? Pull a Vincent van Gogh, just to convince a damn ho To be a housewife who outright lies Shes blackout drunk, now shes backin out my drive I ran outside, why is she tryna act out? Shes just about my size, hit me in the mouth twice Guys, when someone youd die for Sticks a steak knife in your heart, do you try more? Another late night in, she stumbles through my door Lets the daylight in and all we dos fight more And I aint violent, but shes goin through my drawers To plant the K-Y in, Im gettin accused by a whore Who smells like St. Ides and whos probly screwed five more Guys, sucked eight-nine men Im takin two-by-fours to our eight-by-tens Bitch, its you I tore out the frame, I win Put up a new high score, beat this game Im in And heres some two-ply for when you date my friends In order to wipe your ass when you moved your bowels When we renewed our vows, this the thanks I get? Im waitin for the day I can Hear you say, Marshall, what a skank Ive been. And theres a new guy, youre being replaced by him. Got your tubes tied for him, got that boob job for him Hurts me to my core, but the pain Im in After you, I swore to make the grey skies end Here come the rays like when You get a pay hike and Am I the good guy or do I just play like him And hope that he dumps you? Its like a dream come true, just to scream Fuck you! Guess you take life in the same way you play dice then Cause you just look at me and roll them little snake eyes in Since— Since you bought the jury, theyll call me guilty Theyll call me guilty You bought the jury, theyll call me guilty Even though you know the real me You cant beat a cheater, convince a nonbeliever And I aint in my feelings, Im out But Ill let you say that youre the good guy Cause this aint what love looks like You cant beat a cheater, convince a nonbeliever I aint in my feelings, Im out But Ill let you say that youre the good guy Play like youre the good guy Play like, play like, play like youre the good guy173Embed

Guilty Conscience Lyrics Meet Eddie, 23 years old Fed up with life and the way things are going He decides to rob a liquor store But on his way in, he has a sudden change of heart And suddenly His conscience comes into play Alright, stop Now before you walk in the door of this liquor store And try to get money out the drawer You better think of the consequence Im your motherfuckin conscience Thats nonsense Go in, gaffle the money, and run to one of your aunts cribs And borrow a damn dress and one of her blond wigs Tell her you need a place to stay, youll be safe for days If you shave your legs with Renees razor blades Yeah, but if it all goes through like its supposed to The whole neighborhood knows you and theyll expose you Think about it before you walk in the door first Look at the store clerk, shes older than George Burns Fuck that, do that shit, shoot that bitch Can you afford to blow this shit? Are you that rich? Why you give a fuck if she dies? Are you that bitch? Do you really think she gives a fuck if you have kids? Man, dont do it, its not worth it to risk it Not over this shit Drop the biscuit Dont even listen to Slim, yo, hes bad for you You know what, Dre? I dont like your attitude Come on, just come in here for a minute I dont know Look, look, look Damn Look, its gonna be alright, alright? O-okay Look, give me a kiss, pull your pants off, come on Meet Stan, 21 years old After meeting a young girl at a rave party Things start getting hot and heavy in an upstairs bedroom Once again, his conscience comes into play Now, listen to me, while youre kissin her cheek And smearin her lipstick, slip this in her drink Now all you gotta do is nibble on this little bitchs earlobe Yo, this girls only fifteen years old You shouldnt take advantage of her, its not fair Yo, look at her bush, does it got hair? Fuck this bitch right here on the spot, bare Til she passes out and she forgot how she got there Man, aint you ever seen that one movie Kids? No, but I seen the porno with Sun Doobiest Shit, you wanna get hauled off to jail? Man, fuck that, hit that shit raw dog, then bail Here I lay Meet Grady, a 29-year-old construction worker After coming home from a hard days work He walks in the door of his trailer park home To find his wife in bed with another man Grady Alright, calm down, relax, start breathin Fuck that shit, you just caught this bitch cheatin While you at work, shes with some dude tryna get off Fuck slittin her throat, cut this bitchs head off Wait, what if theres an explanation for this shit? What, she tripped, fell, landed on his dick? Tsh, alright, Shady, maybe hes right, Grady But think about the baby before you get all crazy Okay, thought about it? Still wanna stab her? Grab her by the throat, get your daughter and kidnap her? Thats what I did, be smart, dont be a retard You gonna take advice from somebody who slapped Dee Barnes? What you say? Whats wrong? Didnt think Id remember? Ima kill you, motherfucker Uh-uh, temper, temper Mr. Dre, Mr. N.W.A, Mr. AK Comin straight outta Compton, yall better make way How in the fuck you gonna tell this man not to be violent? Cause he dont need to go the same route that I went Been there, done that Aw, fuck it, what am I sayin? Shoot em both, Grady, wheres your gun at?79Embed

Premonition Lyrics Yeah So I guess this is what it is, huh? Think its obvious We aint never gonna see eye to eye But its funny As much as I hate you I need you This is music to be murdered by Got a premonition I feel the end is near The beauty starts to fade The joy has turned to pain I hear the symphony playin Ten thousand violins Souls floating away like feathers in the wind They said my last album I sounded bitter No, I sound like a spitter Who ninety percent of These hypocrites are tryna get rid of But why would I get a chip on my shoulder? I was considered, one time, as the illest Bitch, Im still as fly as your zipper True, I just get richer But if it was ever all about skrilla Then I woulda quit a long motherfucking time ago Bitch, shut the fuck up I should go say that shit to Tech N9ne or to Jigga Nobody said shit about 2 Chainz as long as hes been here, shit No wonder youre mad, now Im Looking at them plaques, count em Im LL Cool J, Bigger and Deffer, thats how come I sell like four mil when I put out a bad album Revival flopped, came back and I scared the crap out em But Rolling Stone stars, I get two and a half outta Five, and Ill laugh out loud Cause thats what they gave BAD back in the day Which actually made me not feel as bad now, cause If it happened to James It can happen to Shady They do the same shit to Brady More people hate me than love me This game will make you go crazy Bout to go for B-R-O-K-E I was the G, the O-A-T Once I was played in rotation At every radio station They said Im lyrically amazing But I have nothing to say But then when I put out Revival and I had something to say They said that they hated the awake me I lose the rage, Im too tame I get it back, they say Im too angry I need to get me some Dre beats No, I should hook up with Tay Keith Fans keep on pulling me one way Haters pull me in another Got more hooks in me than Swae Lee Bout to pick up some weights and lift til my tattoo of Hailies face stretches They said Im just a whiner, I sound like a baby I dish it out but cant take it But I take it, dish it back out And they get all bent out of shape This shits almost comical Wait, and I meant no disrespect I wasnt dissin Tech, that was not a shot at 2 Chainz or to Jay-Z They probably feel the same way because lately Instead of us being credited for longevity And being able to keep it up for this long at this level, we Get told well never be what we were Bitch, if I was as half as good as I was Im still twice as good as youll ever be Only way that youre ahead of mes alphabetically Cause if you diss me Im coming after you like the letter V Killing everything, play this tune, its your eulogy Its your funeral, prepare to die This is music for you to be murdered by177Embed

FACK Lyrics Ow, ow, ow Im gonna facking cum! Fack, fack, fack I am, Im going to cum I never seen no chick like this This bitch can twist like a damn contortionist Condom on my dick? Of course it is This bitch dont know what abortion is So I cant cum in her, fucks like a porn star Looks like Jenna, fack, Im gonna Cum, I think my rubbers comin off But oh, its so fucking wet and soft Fuck, Im gonna start lettin off Im squirting and shes not gettin off And shes on top, Im gonna facking Oh, God, oh, dont do that Dont, stop, stop, dont, I dont mean dont stop Ow, wait a minute, ow, ow, fuck I, Im gonna fucking cum! Ow, ow, ow Im gonna fucking cum! Fack, fack, fack I am, Im going to cum Ooh, wow, boom that pow Ooh, ow, I need a cigarette now Ow, Im so fucking hot And youre so fucking hot Oh my god, I wanna facking fack No, not fuck, I said fack F-A-C-K, F-A-C-K Fack, fack, fack, facking freak me! Oh yeah, girl see, baby, they call me Mr. Freaky Lets call your sister, three-way Have some threesome, me so horny And youre such a fucking babe I wanna go down on you—fuck, you shaved?! Oh, goddamn, here I go again Im gonna cum, I am! Ow, ow, ow Im gonna facking cum! Fack, fack, fack I am, Im going to cum Im Slim Shady, uh, uh, uh Im Slim Shady, uh, uh, uh Im Slim Shady, uh, uh, uh Im Slim Shady, uh, uh, uh Okay, Im done, I already came twice You aint gonna make me cum Im all outta gas, not so fast Uh, your finger just went in my ass Ow, that hurts, take it out now Oh, wait a minute, aw Put it back in, in-in-in This dont mean Im gay, I dont like men I like boobs, boobs, boobs Now see that gerbil, grab that tube Shove it up my butt Let that little rascal nibble on my asshole, uhh Yeah, right there, right there Ahh, Im cumming, oh, yeah Fack, I just came again Okay, pull it out now, enhh Oh, fuck yeah Wait, hes not out, hes still crawling around up there Ow, fuck, I think its stuck Ow, but it feels so fucking good Ow, ow, ow Im gonna facking cum! Fack, fack, fack I am, Im going to cum Shove a gerbil in your ass through a tube Shove a gerbil in your ass through a tube Shove a gerbil in your ass through a tube Shove a gerbil in your ass through a tube Ew, ew, ew, ew138Embed

So Far... Lyrics I own a mansion but live in a house A king-size bed but I sleep on the couch Im Mr. Brightside, glass is half-full But my tanks half empty, gasket just blew This always happens Thirty minutes from home, gotta lay a log cabin Only option I haves McDonaldss bathroom In a public stall, droppin a football So every time someone walks in the john, I get maddened Shady, what up? What? Come on, man, Im crappin And youre askin for my goddamn autograph on a napkin? Oh, thats odd, I just happened to run out of tissue Yeah, hand me that, on second thought Id be glad then Thanks, dawg! Names Todd, a big fan I wiped my ass with it, crumbled it up in a wad and threw it back and Told him: Todd, youre the shit, whens all of this crap end? Cant pump my gas without causin an accident Pump my gas, cut my grass, I cant take out the fuckin trash Without someone passin through my sub, harassin Id count my blessings, but I suck at math Id rather wallow than bask sufferin succotash But the ant-acid, it gives my stomach gas When I mix my corn with my fuckin mashed Potatoes, so what? Ho, kiss my country bumpkin ass Missouri Southern roots, what the fuck is upper class? Call lunch dinner, call dinner supper Tupperware in the cupboard, plasticware up the ass Stuck in the past—iPod, what the fuck is that? B-Boy to the core, mule, Im a stubborn ass Maybe thats why I feel so strange Got it all, but I still wont change Maybe thats why I cant leave Detroit Its the motivation that keeps me goin This is the inspiration I need I could never turn my back on a city that made me And They call me classless, I heard that, I second and third that Dont know what the fuck Id be doin if it werent rap Probably be a giant turd sack But I blew, never turned back Turned 40 and still sag—teenagers act more fuckin mature, Jack Fuck you gonna say to me? Ill leave on my own terms, asshole Im goin berzerk, my nerves are bad But I love the perks my work has I get to meet famous people, look at her dag Her nylons are ran, her skirts snagged And I heard she drag-races, burp swag Tuck in my Hanes shirt tag Youre Danica Patrick word, skag Wed be the perfect match Cause youre a vacuum, Im a dirtbag My apologies, no disrespect to technology But what the hecks all of these buttons? You expect me to sit here and learn that? Fuck I gotta do to hear this new song from Luda? Be an expert at computers? Id rather be an Encyclopedia Britannica, hell with PlayStation, Im still on my first man on some Zelda Nintendo, bitch! Run, jump, punch, stab, and I melt the Mozzarella on my spaghetti Put in on bread, make a sandwich with Welchs, and belch They say this spray butters bad for my health, but I think this poor white trash from the trailer Jed Clampett, Fred Sanford, and welfare Mentality helps to keep me grounded Thats why I never take full advantage of wealth, I Managed to dwell within these parameters Still crammin the shelves full of Hamburger Helper I cant even help it, this is the hand I was dealt, a Creature of habit, feel like Im trapped in an animal shelter With all these pet peeves, goddamn it, to hell, I Cant stand all these kids with their camera cellphones I cant go anywhere, I get so mad I could yell, the Other day, someone got all elaborate And stuck a head from a fuckin dead cat in my mailbox Went to Burger King—they spit on my onion rings I think my karmas catchin up with me Maybe thats why I feel so strange Got it all, but I still wont change Maybe thats why I cant leave Detroit Its the motivation that keeps me goin This is the inspiration I need I could never turn my back on a city that made me And Got friends on Facebook all over the world Not sure what that means, they tell me its good So Im artist of the decade, I even got a plaque Id hang it up, but the frame is all cracked Im tryin to be low-key, hopefully nobody notices me In produce, hunched over, giant nosebleed Ogre style as I mosey over to the frozen aisle By the frozen yogurt this guy approached me Embarrassed, I just did Comerica with Hova The shows over, Im hidin in Kroger, buyin groceries He just had front-row seats Told me to sign this poster, then insults me Wow! Up close didnt know you had crows feet! Im at a crossroads, lost, still shoppin at Costcos Sloppy Joes, bulk waffles Got caught pickin my nose Look over, see these two hot hoes Finger still up one of my nostrils Right next to em, stuck at the light, the fuckin shits Takin forever to change, its stuck, these bitches are lovin it Rubbin it in, chucklin, couldnt do nothin Play it off, What you bumpin? Trunk Muzik, Yelawolfs better, fuckin bitch! They want me to flip at the label, but I wont succumb to it The pressure, they want me to follow up with Another one, after Recovery was so highly coveted But what good is a fuckin recovery if I fumble it? Cause Ima drop the ball if I dont get a grip Hoppin out shrubbery on you sons of bitches Wrong subdivision to fuck with, bitch Quit snappin fuckin pictures of my kids I love my city, but you pushed me to the limit—what a pity! The shit I complain about Its like there aint a cloud in the sky and its rainin out Kool-Aid stain on the couch, Ill never get it out But bitch, I got an elevator in my house Ants and a mouse—Im livin the dream! Maybe thats why I feel so strange Got it all, but I still wont change Maybe thats why I cant leave Detroit Its the motivation that keeps me goin This is the inspiration I need I could never turn my back on a city that made me And 91Embed

Lighters Lyrics This ones for you and me Livin out our dreams Were all right where we should be Lift my arms out wide, I open my eyes And now all I wanna see Is a sky full of lighters A sky full of lighters By the time you hear this, I will have already spiralled up I would never do nothin to let you cowards fuck my world up If I was you I would duck, or get struck like lightnin Fighters keep fightin, put your lighters up, point em skyward, uh Had a dream, I was king; I woke up, still king This rap games nipple is mine for the milking Til nobody else even fuckin feels me, til it kills me I swear to God Ill be the fuckin illest in this music There is, or there ever will be, disagree? Feel free But from now on Im refusing to ever give up Only thing I ever gave ups using no more excuses Excuse me if my head is too big for this building And pardon me if Im a cocky prick, but you cocks are slick Poppin shit on how you flipped your life around, crock of shit Who you dicks tryna kid? Flip dick, you did opposite You stayed the same cause cock backwards is still cock, you pricks! I love it when I tell em shove it ‘Cause it wasn’t that long ago when Marshall sat flustered Lacked luster ‘cause he couldn’t cut mustard Muster up nothin, brain fuzzy ‘Cause he’s buzzin’, woke up from that buzz and Now you wonder why he does it how he does it Wasn’t ‘cause he had buzzards Circlin around his head, waitin for him to drop dead, was it? Or was it ‘cause some bitches wrote him off? Little hussy-ass scuzzes Fuck it, guess it doesn’t matter now, does it? What difference it make? What’s it take? To get it through your thick skulls that this ain’t Some bullshit; people don’t usually come back this way From a place that was dark as I was in just to get to this place Now let these words be like a switchblade to a hater’s ribcage! And let it be known that from this day forward, I wanna just say Thanks, ‘cause your hate is what gave me the strength So let them Bics raise, ‘cause I came with 59, but I feel like I’m 68 This ones for you and me Livin out our dreams We are right where we should be With my arms out wide, I open my eyes And now all I wanna see Is a sky full of lighters A sky full of lighters By the time you hear this, I’ll prolly already be outtie I advance like goin from totin iron to goin and buyin’ Four or five of the homies the Iron Man Audi My daddy told me: Slow down, boy, youre goin to blow it! And I aint gotta stop the beat a minute to tell Shady I love him The same way that he did Dr. Dre on The Chronic Tell him how real he is, or how high I am Or how I would kill for him, for him to know it I cried plenty tears, my daddy got a bad back So its only right that I write til he can march right Into that post office and tell em to hang it up Now his careers LeBrons Jersey in twenty years I stop when Im at the very top You shitted on me on your way up, its bout to be a scary drop ‘Cause what goes up must come down You goin down on somethin you dont wanna see, like a hairy box Every hour, happy hour now, life is wacky now Used to have to eat the cat to get the pussy Now Im just the cats meow, oww, outclass the count Always down for the catchweight like Pacquiao Yall are doomed I remember when T-Pain aint wanna work with me My car starts itself, parks itself, and auto-tunes ‘Cause now Im in the Aston; I went from havin My city locked up to gettin treated like Kwame Kilpatrick And now Im fantastic, compare it to a weed high And yall niggas thats gossipin like bitches On the radio and TV, see me, we fly Yall buggin out like Wendy Williams starin at a beehive And how real is that? I remember signin my first deal Now Im the second best, I can deal with that Now Bruno can show his ass, without the MTV awards gag You and I know what its like To be kicked down, forced to fight But tonight, were all right So hold up your lights Let it shine, cause— This ones for you and me Livin out our dreams We are right where we should be With my arms out wide, I open my eyes And now all I wanna see Is a sky full of lighters A sky full of lighters120Embed

Normal Lyrics Yo , how do I keep Gettin in relationships like this? Maybe it says somethin about me Should I look in the mirror? I just want you to be normal Why cant you bitches be normal? Always gotta be so extra Why you always need a lecture? My ex hates to talk, shes a texter Even when Im in bed layin right next to her Wants to get back together Said not til she gets her act together She thinks Im bein’ mean and now She starts to scream and shout She’s about to let the demons out She dont wanna see me with other females out I tell the bitch to beat it, take the scenic route She retaliates by tryin’ to leave the house In an evening gown with her cleavage out Weve been down this road too many times for me to count And all I can think is how— I just want you to be normal Why cant you bitches be normal? Always gotta be so extra Like a fuckin terrestrial Guess it comes with the territory My ex girl, she just declared war Therefore, I better prepare for it I guess bein’ weirds normal And I dont know whats got a hold of me Most notably Ive been zonin to Jodeci Im totally open, hopelessly devoted So much so that I bet you she dont even know that shes The first thing I think of when I wake up And the last thing I think of fore I go to sleep Sike, hope she dont notice me goin through her purse I know she cheats, so do I, Im soulless, shes heartless No wonder were partners Both got hundreds of charges Domestic disputes but weve always Swept it under the carpet Even when 9-1-1 gets the call that I slipped up and busted her jaw with A Louisville Slugger cause alls it Really does is make our love For each other grow stronger She won me over the second she tried to run me over Told her Id keep it a hun, we over Kicked her out, called her back, now shes coming over But why is she so wicked? And how the fuck did I get so twisted Up with someone so unlikable and shifty? Were like nitrogen and hydrogen mixed with Ignitable liquids, but Im finally seeing Shes only mine for the time being Thats why I keep bringin up that one time she Tried to two-time me And throw it up in her face til I dry heave How could I be so naive? Should I leave or turn this entire evening To a motherfucking crime scene? Maybe Im just too ugly to compete with him You werent sposed to agree, you fucking bitch! Specially when youre the one cheated first Now the argument immediately becomes heated You dont want me to flip, little conceited cunt Eat a monkey dick wrapped in a stuffed pita fajita Slut, treat it just like a drum, beat it Complete it, and once youve succeeded, repeat it! I love you but I hope you fuckin die though In our business your friends like to pry so Youve got em all under cover just like moles Hopin theyll come back with intel But Im the one whos thrown into the spiral Cause now the roles are reversed so here I go Thinkin Im sly as I scroll through your iPhone Who the fucks Milo? The guy at work who drives a hi-lo I put a tracking device on your Chrysler And follow you while you drive home But like a cyclone, I just got my disguise blown You recognized me and had Milo flip me off Right out the passenger side window I hit a light pole, you skirt off And then pull up at 5 a.m. in the drive in a stretched white limo Stumble in the side door and hit me in the head with Milos demo But like a drunk bum, what do I know? Lets sleep on it like they did Revival I told you Youre the apple of my eye, so shut your pie hole Just wanna be normal Why cant you be normal? I just wanna be normal Why cant you be normal?134Embed

The Warning Lyrics Only reason I dissed you in the first place Is cause you denied seeing me, now Im pissed off Sit back, homie, relax, in fact, grab a six pack Kick back while I kick facts, yeah, Dre—sick track Perfect way to get back, wanna hear something wick-wack? I got the same exact tat thats on Nicks back Im obsessed now, oh gee Is that supposed to be me in the video with the goatee? Wow Mariah, didnt expect you to go balls out Bitch, shut the fuck up fore I put all them phone calls out You made to my house when you was wildin out before Nick When you was on my dick and give you something to smile about How many times you fly to my house, still tryin to count Better shut your lyin mouth if you dont want Nick findin out You probably think cause its been so long If I had something on you I woulda did it by now Oh, on the contrary, Mary Poppins, Im mixin our studio session down And sendin it to masterin to make it loud Enough dirt on you to murder you This is what the fuck I do; Mariah it ever occur to you That I still have pictures? However you prefer to do And that goes for Nick too, faggot, you think Im scurred of you? Youre gonna ruin my career, you better get one Like Ima sit and fight with you over some slut bitch cunt That made me put up with her psycho ass over six months And only spread her legs to let me hit once, yeah What you gonna say, Im lucky? Tell the public that I was so ugly That you fuckin had to be drunk to fuck me? Second base, what the fuck you tell Nick, Pumpkin? The second week we were dry humpin, thats gotta count for somethin Listen, girly, surely you dont want me to talk about how I nutted early Cause I ejaculated prematurely And bust all over your belly and you almost started hurling And said I was gross, go get a towel, your stomachs curling Or maybe you do But if Im embarrassin me, Im embarrassin you and dont you dare say it isnt true As long as that songs gettin airplay, Im dissin you Im a hair away from gettin carried away and gettin sued I was gonna stop at sixteen, that was thirty-two This is thirty-four bars, we aint even third of the way through Damn Slim, Mariah played you, Mariah who? Oh did I say whore, Nick? I meant a liar too Like Ive been goin off on you all this time For no reason, girl, you out your alcoholic mind Check your wine cellar, look at the amounts of all the wine Like I fuckin sit around and think about you all the time I just think this shit is funny when I pounce you on a rhyme But fuck it, now Im bout to draw the line And for you to cross it thats a mountain that I doubt you wanna climb I can describe areas of your house you wouldnt find On an episode of Cribs, a blow below the ribs If I hear another word so dont go openin your jibs Cause every time you do its like an overload of fibs I aint sayin this shit again, ho, you know what it is Its a warning shot, fore I blow up your whole spot Call my bluff and Ill release every fuckin thing I got Includin the voicemails right before you flipped your top When me and Luis were tryin to stick two CDs in the same slot Slim Shady, artful dodger Slim Shady, artful dodger I love you, too Let me whisper sweet nothings into your ear, boo Now what you say? Yeah, so what Ill do Is refresh your memory when you said Now should I keep goin or should we call truce? You bet your sweet ass I do And Im Superman, ooh Comin at you So if youll still be my Then Ill still be your Yeah, Im right here Nope, not anymore, dear It cuts like a when I tell you get a But Im movin on with mine, Nick, is that your Well tell her to shut her mouth then Ill leave her alone If she dont then Ima just keep goin Damn I see Mary Ann, Mary Anns saying cut the tape Cut the tape, knife94Embed

Phenomenal Lyrics I am phenomenal With every ounce of my blood With every breath in my lungs Wont stop until Im phe-no-menal I am phenomenal However long that it takes Ill go to whatever lengths Its gonna make me a monster though I am phenomenal But Ill never say, ‘Oh, it’s impossible’ Cause Im born to be phenomenal Unstoppable, unpoppable thought bubbles Untoppable thoughts, fuckin juggernaut thatll Stomp you in a verse, obstacles Im drawn to em When the going got rough Some of what I done fought through was the worst, little sissy Who the fuck taught you how to persevere? There aint no situation that you ever had to respond to thats adverse The messiest thing youve ever gone through was your purse Yeah, I dont try like hell, then I might as well Hang it up like a shelf, gotta keep growin with it, evolve Cause you can keep throwin shit at the wall But youre gonna find that nothings gonna stick until you apply yourself Time to slip in that zone til I find myself Inside the realm of the unknown and boldly go Into waters where nobody else has gone before Or willing to go, uncharted, feeling is so Bomb, Im feelin myself, Im a giant Sometimes I gotta remind myself that I am... I am phenomenal With every ounce of my blood With every breath in my lungs Wont stop until Im phe-no-menal I am phenomenal However long that it takes Ill go to whatever lengths Its gonna make me a monster though I am phenomenal But Ill never say, ‘Oh, it’s impossible’ Cause Im born to be phenomenal Let me self-empower you When youre down and theyre tryin to clown the fuck out of you And you feel like youre runnin out of fuel Ill show you how to use doubt as fuel Convert it to gunpowder too Now what you do is put the match to the charcoal fluid Put the spark to it like Martha Stewart barbecuing Ah screw it, feel like you want to hit that wall then do it Punch through it, just cock back, put your all into it Now you gon take that rage and make that what you wage Never take back what you say If you stay strapped in your brain, engaged in a steel cage match Ready to scrap asap Take your fists and just ball it Show whos big and whos smallest youre Christopher Wallace Now picture em all as plastic and foam Lays flat, where you put your dinner plates at And set it on em like a placemat And I want you to say that I am phenomenal With every ounce of my blood With every breath in my lungs Wont stop until Im phe-no-menal I am phenomenal However long that it takes Ill go to whatever lengths Its gonna make me a monster though I am phenomenal But Ill never say, ‘Oh, it’s impossible’ Cause Im born to be phenomenal Oh, step into the unknown and find yourself You’re floating freely, no emotion Got a fuckin’ mouth with no shut-off valve Cant even cut off power to it, but its what allowed Me to come up out from under the fuckin ground Cause I worked my butt off now Its a subject that I dont know how to shut up about Cause I stuck it out Like a motherfuckin tongue thats how I responded when I got shoved around Youre gonna have non-believers But when youre beyond belief, you probably shouldnt wonder how Get it how you live But are you prepared to give more than you get? And put in twice what you get back from this shit Though what you sacrifice barely is half, never give Rap is my shiv But its like my shield at the same time I wield and my knife is will Sometimes I feel just like B. Real from Cypress Hill How I can just kill a cypher, survivors guilt I rhyme like life is still an uphill climb Ready to face any challenge, waitin Can taste it, its salivation, Im wagin retaliation Look what I have built, reputation is validation The only thing Im capable of makin is amazing Only thing youre capable of makin is a false statement Or accusation... I am legendary status, in fact That is the only way youll ever be able to say Youre a legend is makin an allegation I write with the left, same hand I hold the mic with As I fight to the death, til my last breath Manage to prove who the best man is Prevail at all costs, be the only ones left standin In the end, but I aint gonna be the only one with the advantage Of knowin what its like to be southpaw Cause you can bet your ass youll be left handed Cause I am I am phenomenal With every ounce of my blood With every breath in my lungs Wont stop until Im phe-no-menal I am phenomenal However long that it takes Ill go to whatever lengths Its gonna make me a monster though I am phenomenal But Ill never say, ‘Oh, it’s impossible’ Cause Im born to be phenomenal462Embed

Caterpillar Lyrics You will not be able to stay home, brotha You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and skip out for beer during commercials Because the revolution will not be televised This right here for the number one Number ones here with your number one You aint number one, just another one Now everybody sayin that they number one Ring the alarm, the caterpillar keeps firing Ohh, we in the war, where butterflies keep dyin Im a product of Parker Lewis and Kubiak If I didnt do this, where in the fuck would you be at? See theres a difference between us, what I spit hit arenas You a drip from my penis, I eat lions and sip hyenas You number one when it come to slaughtering mics Im tryna be number one in my son and daughter life Uhh, all you niggas my little rapper babies Yall my children, yall bit my shit and contracted rabies Dont you grade me next to these rappers, baby, thats degrading My style got so many different facets I switch into so many different passions Im skippin class to be fascinatin My pen is like Big Ben, this shits just a classic waiting Your favorite rapper come at me, I just decapitate him I hate congratulating these has-beens who had their highs These rappers only won their matches because they strategize I bring Attica to these patterns, and heres my battle cry Ring the alarm, the caterpillar is firing Ohh, we in the war, where butterflies keep dyin This right here for the number one Number ones here with your number one You aint number one, just another one Now everybody sayin that they number one Kid think your number wont quit Number one song, get your number one chick Number one fly with your number one kick When its all done then your number gon switch Hold up, wait a minute Guess what Ima never do? Show so much respect to you That I feel like were friends, so now we no longer competitors That could be the death of you Never let someone whos not as smart as you Gas you up and tell you somethin you never knew Always stay professional, you always gon make revenue Dont let people next to you that dont want the best for you Its completely normal to hold on to a regret or two I do what I wanna do, they do what I let them do Everything these niggas be sayin is a fuckin lie Its nothing I can say to you that is realer Remember when you praisin the butterfly Dont you ever disrespect the fuckin caterpillar This right here for the number one Number ones here with your number one You aint number one, just another one Now everybody sayin that they number one Kid think your number wont quit Number one song, get your number one chick Number one fly with your number one kick When its all done then your number gon switch Youre looking at Attila, the psychopathic killer, the caterpillar Dont tell me when Im supposed to rap until Especially when your favorite rapper aint even half as ill A savage still, the tracks a banana peel, attack of the silverback gorilla Youre havin a little trouble fathomin this is actually happenin Like Anderson Silva back when he snapped his shin in half And then had the shit hangin by a flap of skin After he tried to plant the shit back on the mat again Pad to pen I’m batty like eyelids when theyre blinkin a lot You copy me, but youre not You cant be butterflies, my offsprings are just moths I see that thing Ima squash it and rip the wings of it off So ring the alarm, pull the extinguishers off of the wall Set the sprinklers off like Jada Pinkett and Queen Latifah Till the shingles come off the roof well shout at the ceiling Slaughterhouse in the building, middle fingers aloft Say what I think when I rhyme, in ink-pen I talk And the language I speak is my mind Kingpin and Penguin combined Spit like its King of the Dot A singular thought I think of will help you distinguish apart The frauds from the cream of the crop Hold up like a flashcard Damn dawg, is that copyin or payin homage? Its sad because dad taught you to rap as a damn toddler My dad is your grandfather, Ill have to re-hatch on you Come back as a black wasp, half yellow jacket, you cant swat a Sasquatch dancing on top of an ant trample it and stomp it Smash it and stand on it, dammit, I cant stop it The rap is a vag and Im goin in like a tampon in this bitch Its a manslaughter Stampin out grasshoppers, you cant be no Rap Gods In fact youre exact opposites, you make a wack song And cant hold a candle but even Daniel-san whacks off You jack-offs need to come to grips like a hand job The boom bap is coming back with an axe to mumble rap Lumberjack with a hacksaw Number one, but my pencils are number twos Cause thats all I dos with em, poop is my pseudonym On the john like a prostitute when Im droppin a deuce And when Im producing them lyrical bowel movements These beats are like my saloons Cause these bars always got my stools in em And I dont need Metamucil to loosen em Bitch, shit is real like I pooped Jerusalem Im bout to go spin another cocoon Then Im cuttin you from your mothers womb Then Im flushin you!224Embed

Offended Lyrics You claim if you get knocked by the cops Youll give em not even a statement Walk in the arraignment Shoot the bailiff, karate kick the plaintiff Gotti with the stainless Ill just call it shoddy entertainment If yall was in the party gettin faded On molly, had the audience sedated You wouldnt catch a body if it fainted Probably let it fall and hit the pavement But youd be the first lobbyin to claim it Bitch, stop bein a lame Your hobby isn’t robbery and dismemberin body limbs Like you was Tommy Lynn Sells And chainsawin them in the basement Hardly fits your job description, aint nobody dippin Out the back of the club like, Oh my God, hes trippin! Only time you get the blade is Probably with the dang lawn equipment, aint it? Wouldnt take a bobby pin and wave it I need to stop bein debated Youre still copyin, Xeroxing Im still coppin a feel Like Bill Cosby at will, poppin a pill Then spill Oxys in Jills coffee Then send her out to the hotel lobby A lil wobbly and still groggy This blond fucks reprehensible Misconducts, never sensible Kiss my butt, my set of principles Is gone, but til I get the President to respond My pen and pencil is a missile launcher And Senator Mitch McConnell’s Just as big of a bitch as Donald— Shits on, bruh! Let me sing this shit soprano While I do it pizzicato Ivanka, stiff-arm her while Im hittin on Melania And this songs for all ya Cause nobody likes me, everybody hates me They want me to go eat some worms And drag my name through the mud, through the dirt But Ima make you eat your words You can try to hold me down, but you better let me up Cause youre only gonna make things worse Cause I swear when I get up, Im never gonna let up Til everybody eats my turds These drums and hard snares bring out the worst in me Like Justin Ross Harris at a nursery Goin ham at candy yam On nanny cam, Im gettin handies with the zanny Xannys In the Caddy armrest, Im imaginin objects So Im battin cobwebs from a daddy longleg In Hamtramck Got the panoramic camera Xanax, a banana hammock and a Santa hat Im smellin like a damn mechanic With a chick that looks like Janet Jackson with a Spanish accent Twice her age and Im actin half it Grow up? Nah, not that I know of, yall Basement just got a frickin overhaul Got a stripper pole installed Started rollin all through those Klonopins Like a bowlin ball Like an overdose on twice the ratio of Propofol And go through no withdrawal While I get fellatio and give a facial to An interracial blow-up doll of Rachel Dolezal Youre so appalled Sos my manager Bitch, I amateur, fuck a pro career Coast is clear, but nowhere to go from here And nobodys close so dont compare They aint nowhere near, Im way over here My competition cant see me— Cause I dont own a mirror! But, Marshall, you are terrific So smart and gifted Im so narcissistic, when I fart I sniff it Do a fake dab to smell my armpits, whiff it Your anxietys throwin gang signs But I made strides with these rape lines Im cuttin back on women hate crimes Like Ray Rice when he FaceTimes Bang, bang, bang, bang time Dang knivesre butcher than gay wives Youre gonna need sutures the same size As the blade I push into caputcha When I pull em like sleigh rides Gotta stab a bitch at least eight times To make it on Dateline I came to stake my claim like a canine Waitin in a buffet line So, Kellyanne Conway Im a really bad hombre Come play, belly dance on me Ive been makin wedding plans all day Cause nobody likes me, everybody hates me They want me to go eat some worms And drag my name through the mud, through the dirt But Ima make you eat your words You can try to hold me down, but you better let me up Cause youre only gonna make things worse Cause I swear when I get up, Im never gonna let up Til everybody eats my turds Eight-year-old with the wordplay Girl, take this pole like a survey Today wasnt my birthday But Im caked up like a dessert tray So were in shape Cause youre in a slurrin state I’m a 10, you’re an eight Like what I do before, after, and durin rape! You wanna get into a pissin contest And find out whos better? And be made a fool out of when I pull on em? R. Kelly with a full bladder Non-high school grad, Im not a scholar But Im so cold when Im droppin knowledge My degrees is the same as I got in college But nobodys hotter, you owe me my respect I owe you nada like Haloti, partner Blow me, told you Im so dirty, homie, you can throw me In some holy water, with some floaties on And get the soap and try to get the Pope to hold me While you hose me off and, nope, I wont be washed You hope to God I dont explode I gotta blow this spot up though, I got a lotta mo I wont put the sugar coating on it though Cause sometimes you can feel like your energys expired Raps got you drained Dead tired, zapped You feel like a wet pile of crap But look, man, like the feds buggin my phone I get why youre tapped But you gotta get your fire back Catch fire, get upset and fire back! Is what I tell myself When times get bad Cause sometimes I might get sad But I take the same advice I had And tell myself like I used to tell Hailie When lifes a drag Told her to do like her dad: Dont cry, get mad! Cause little baby powders Belong in diaper bags Im hyper, by the time you see this side of me Im right in your ass Foot up it, I stood up for the kid Who had to put up with the bullies at his school You aint had to have no money Or go shoppin just to cop a fuckin attitude Now my doughs amountin to a mountain Thats rised too high to count it Never asked to be rich, all I did was wish I had a dime for every time that I was doubted But then I think about it, then Im enraged Cause I just figured out that if I was paid For the time I spent to put the pen to the page Itd be minimum wage But its embedded in my head I never hunted for the bread and butter What I wanted was to be the one that they was scared of but Im never gonna get the credit for the sweat and blood I put up in the pen, and when Im dead I wonder Will they put me on a pedestal or forget I was ever this incredible? I guess I better go harder than ever cause Ill never get another motherfuckin opportunity again To offend as many people with this, I can simply because I can Cause nobody likes me, everybody hates me They want me to go eat some worms And drag my name through the mud, through the dirt But Ima make you eat your words You can try to hold me down, but you better let me up Cause youre only gonna make things worse Cause I swear when I get up, Im never gonna let up Til everybody eats my turds181Embed