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No Words Lyrics You know what the days of talkin is over It aint too much mo we can say To try to get these, different individuals InRead invented by Teads Or motherfuckers as I like to call em To just, shut the fuck up Lets go You witnessed the ass whoopin, bones got broke When the .50-cal blast, couldnt last through the smoke As you choke, pay attention, bear witness to this motherfucker twitchin You excited cause none of the bullets hit you, they missed you And we aint trippin, wasnt after you But you PISSED, just like a bitch when niggas laughed at you Now you agitated a little bit, actin just like a little bitch I figured that you would surface and knew you happened to manage to pop shit Sayin Trick that, Trick this When the balls that you had left when I popped him You shoulda died with him, body and soul coulda burned Ima keep killin these bitches til everybody learn FUCK time, and its time these fuckers just start dyin I aint sayin this for sake of this rhyme, and I aint LYIN Im man enough to say it and mean it, niggas can be gone Ima do another verse but it aint much more I can SPEAK on! Theres nothing more these words can say This hard-headed motherfucker just wont let it lay So say a prayer for this player cause hes going to his grave So stand clear, bitches better get the fuck out my way Let me show you how I started as a starvin artist This is Proof with the truth regardless of all this As my CEO and best friend of the essence Of why nobody in Detroit wan test him Lesson learned, flesh get burned Tecs in turn, a scar harder than a press and burn Everlast the beef is over, you can sleep this over Clique been filled the streets with soldiers Includin me, I move and creep with uzi fleets That choose to lead, Ill put your dudes to sleep Who is he? Trick, no treat That street life, AK that stillll lift your feet The rest of these niggas is comical, Imma go abominable Split like a domino, rhymin pro Shine without a diamond, go Geronimo to any man with balls Murder you bitches, still screamin FUCK the law! Theres nothing more these words can say This hard-headed motherfucker just wont let it lay So say a prayer for this player cause hes going to his grave So stand clear, bitches better get the fuck out my way Since talkin about it is considered as conversation Then Im more than HAPPY to be the sponsor of demonstrations From beatin these cases to bustin in faces and bustin these Ks Niggas gon act like they dont wanna act right FUCK THAT! Had to begin settin the trend Of organizin a mob, and bringin it to an end The levels of tolerationll cease, for givin passes Thats why my reputation precedes for beatin asses Entertainers, they take it as a joke and they tend to provoke An up-and-comin undergrad; motherfuckers got me mad Fuck it, Imma give it to em if you really gon do em If this motherfucker even BLINKS, put a clip into him Dont even think of negotiatin a treaty The reason most of these niggas is hatin is cause they greedy Uncovered another mans SHIT, now thats a real bitch Now the NEXT motherfucker gon DIE, thats IT! Theres nothing more these words can say This hard-headed motherfucker just wont let it lay So say a prayer for this player cause hes going to his grave So stand clear, bitches better get the fuck out my way Kill one of you bitchesEmbed

Jimmy Crack Corn ) Lyrics A crafty little bastard that I am, sly Wouldve put the slick sick son of a bitch Silly little rabbit, dont you know Trix are for kids? This is what the moral of the story is Jimmy can crack corn, but I dont care My enemies crack corn, but I dont care You can be black white or albino, yeah You can have cornrows inside your hair I give a fuck if I dont like your stare This bottle of wine goes upside your head A little bit psycho, but I know that Think you just dont say it and I wont say it See, if you dont brag, then I dont brag I know Im bad as long as I know Im bad I dont need yall to co-sign no shit You can just keep makin them tired old threats A little bit like The Boy Who Cried Wolf, yeah See me, but dont dare to try no shit Cause you know that somewhere inside those layers The rattlesnakes right there to bite your ass And I can be so quiet and strike so fast Like lightening bolts, right out the sky, go bad From out of nowhere, you might just find your career Come to it, and Im just like See us on them award shows, were like Can we get more of those, theyre like See us keep blowing up, were like So Jimmy can crack corn, but I dont care See me in the videos, Im like See me right up close, youre like And where is D12 at, theyre like And where the fuck we goin, were like You jealous little fucks beg for my attention, but I done told you once, Im not the kind of attention you want If I tell you twice, then I wont be so nice If you keep coming back, that only means you know you lost the fight They wanna talk shit, let em talk shit, cause they talk shit Knowin deep down, they really just wanna squash it Cause no one wants to walk around, steppin in dog shit And get doo-doo on the shoe again, soon as they washed it But the pride wont let em, insides like Go get em And Im just like Why youre tryin to fight momentum? We just keep winnin, by landslides, oh, and um Shady Limiteds, in any size yo denim To velour, even our clothing lines on fire As 50 would say Our clothing lines on Fiyaa Meanwhile, your minds on us, like mines on Mariah And yall is just like her, youre all fucking liars But Ill just keep fucking you like I fucked her Right in the ass with K-Y, yes, sir! So full of joy, boy, am I absurd? Even Chingy would tell you: Yeah, boy, dont curr See us on them award shows, were like Can we get more of those, theyre like See us keep blowing up, were like So Jimmy can crack corn, but I dont care See me in the videos, Im like See me right up close, youre like And where is D12 at, theyre like And where the fuck we goin, were like Watch Jimmy get cracked to the floor with the rounds Spun around and hit the ground, you the new James Brown The king of Motown saw out for a while You not a genius, you a joke, and they all know now I dont brag about the way that I lived in the past Id spray, Id get away up with whoopin your ass From now on, dont speak up, name me your raps Before I hop out your bushes, dressed in all black I thought I told you, Ca$his can suck you clean Squeeze life out the beat, all you hear is me Im a BBG, plus a BGD Bring it on anytime you wanna come see me Stay alive little guy, you dont want it with me And man, 50 put that money on me King Mathers made me to blow up Re-Up bout to crush, now you know Ca$his! Shady! See us on them award shows, were like Can we get more of those, theyre like See us keep blowing up, were like So Jimmy can crack corn, but I dont care See me in the videos, Im like See me right up close, youre like And where is D12 at, theyre like And where the fuck we goin, were like 1Embed

Mystical Diss LyricsWant some water? No, I think Im okay Rainshine I dont care how sick you say its gonna get My big ass bubble has not busted yet Because I feel I feel fine, I feel fine Yes I feel I feel fine, I feel fine Yes I feel, I feel fine, I feel fine Yes I feel, I feel fine New time again, dis a new time again For de time now, de dodge a man him come through and then Me no want no war, me say between no man Cause this hear time dodge a no work for satan Lord have mercy Lord have his mercy Lord have mercy Lord have his mercy You know what? Ive got nothing to complain about My breath is bad But my beer is stout So take my hand and let us jump about Cause we got nothing to complain about The sky is grey I think its gonna rain But thats okay Cause hell, I like the rain So join me here in this here refrain And shut your shit And dont complain What? Cause we got nothing to complain about And you got nothing to complain about So cmon It aint that difficult to figure out That weve got nothing to complain about So cmon A man a shot upon him, life through the dark When you check it out, its a natural fact Jah jah have good judgement when you do all you want And if... You can speak of babylon while youre around me Cause every single little thing I see astounds me Rainshine... Inna this time, me no fight gainst no man Me no want no man come try to test dodge Cause when you check it out and go upon one mission And God and the Father and me inspiration Me test upon a mission and a one-way plan Me no want no man try disrespect me fashion Cause when you check it out and put inspiration And that is how a you go reach Mount Zion I feel magical, mystical, motherful, logistical Lord have his mercy Magical, mystical, motherful, logistical Magical, mystical Magical Magical, mystical Look around X3 On the ground X2 Theres a finger on my blisterEmbed

Baby Sitter Lyrics Nitin Randhawa You are watching a master at work You know I aint come to play, let’s get it Im snappin off the rip Your ho say I’m her favorite nigga You probably dont wan let your baby mama take a picture Cause Im the type of Baby thats gon fuck the babysitter I just did a show and pulled off laughin on a hatin’ nigga Them bitches aimin’ at yall fast, I’m on these rapper niggas ass I pulled that .40 out, he better have an angel with him You tryna book me for a show, you gotta pay me fore I go To feed the family, I aint got no time to play with niggas I see these niggas think they tough, you play with me, you know it’s up You think its sweet then call my bluff and Ima spank a nigga Fuck all them niggas and whoever they got hangin with em, bitch Ima die of old age whenever I die Walk down on that nigga, fuck a drive-by His bitch came in with me but she aint mine, mine Free my cousin til he free, he doin time time Im the motherfuckin best but Im not Khaled She like how I be dressin, aint no salad Cant fuck with her, she messy, thats a hazard Tell the ref to blow the whistle, that bitch traveled Fuck all that talkin, we bout action You got a son, you play with me, your son a bastard That nigga trippin, why he laughin? Nah, thats fucked up, bro, you aint have to goddamn bring the kids into it You know I aint come to play, lets get it Im snappin off the rip Your ho say Im her favorite nigga You probably dont wan let your baby mama take a picture Cause Im the type of Baby thats gon fuck the babysitter I just did a show and pulled off laughin on a hatin nigga Them bitches aimin at yall fast, Im on these rapper niggas ass I pulled that .40 out, he better have an angel with him Fuck all them niggas and whoever they got hangin with em, bitch All of my homies used to get on my case like When you bout to kill em? Soon as Im out of millions and my girl sprouts some children But Ive been murderin the game, almost out of victims This food for thought usually enough to feed a thousand pigeons Im out here livin if you wonder where I been though Shit bro, would you give it all up for these nymphos? I been broke then got rich, whats inside your wallet? Half man and half amazin, but thats just me bein modest Im an honest man My mama told me never put it on the lotto and I work for everything I get that is my motto, fam So when I die, these bitches still can fuck my hologram, goddamn Froze over, when you thought you could hold Yoda With flows older than the first sold cold soda Grow more for my bros those rojo soldiers Them cincos are at it again, blow doja I am like Iron Mike, back in the day My rhymings iron height, defiant flight Try and bite, like a razor in a candy apple A taser in a jammy, tackled By a neighbor with the family shackles Laboring a man hes gaffled I get angry, I sip bombs on your rich lawn I was brought up Muslim and Christian I been studying Chrislam Thats not a thing so I place this John In your chicks palm Give her something beautiful to kiss on Til I spit one to her lip balm Ive been rhyming since Reagan in politics Polished it then got a big wallet where all of my dollars sit To the wall is split, then I gotta sick the casa, your god exists Cause a lot of chicks holler Mr. Chopper youre hot as shit Ah! You know I aint come to play, lets get it Im snappin off the rip Your ho say Im her favorite nigga You probably dont wan let your baby mama take a picture Cause Im the type of Baby thats gon fuck the babysitter I just did a show and pulled off laughin on a hatin nigga Them bitches aimin at yall fast, Im on these rapper niggas ass I pulled that .40 out, he better have an angel with him Fuck all them niggas and whoever they got hangin with em, bitch Couple riders with them llamas if you pick a bone wit’ me Put my bitch up on designer, got Balenci on her feet My Mama say a couple prayers, keep them demons off me Cause I know I’m out here blessed, got so many reasons on me Yeah, niggas done tried and niggas done died, too many believers around me Yeah, I know my enemies meeting up, double-teaming on me Now you know nobody tried that ever got pieces off me Fucking these hoes til they be dying, dont catch a seizure on me See, Ferg used to move the product in the old school Thumbing through paper from last year but its not old news My psycho bitch, she got me shopping up at Whole Foods Fucking these cougars like a young nigga sposed to I got your bitch up on the mattress while Im flying OT Im sick and tired of all the yapping, little nigga Im your OG My diamonds shining like the ball that drop on New Year’s Eve And she countdown to the D, she be like 5-4-3 Shawty wanna be famous, dont it? Say that she want a Patek with her name up on it You gotta fuck on an opp and get em painted, earn it Im drippin, not slippin, my socks got Gucci Gang up on em Squeeze the fire, make em back, back, back, back She got fleas, shoo fly, shes a nat, nat, nat, nat Im on lean, I be high, she on batch, I cant match I got fiends in a line, shippin the packs out the back I did the impossible I read the defense, then I had called an audible Look like a sequence, Lambo keep back to back crawlin in They said I wouldnt be shit, so fuck it, I had to go hard again 300, Sparta man Im a barbarian , Ima get my revenge Fuck on a thot and not at the spot, dont tell her what car Im in Keepin my head above the water just like a shark fin We got the narcs in , chopper Clark Kent Dont get boxed in You know I aint come to play, lets get it Im snappin off the rip Your ho say Im her favorite nigga You probably dont wan let your baby mama take a picture Cause Im the type of Baby thats gon fuck the babysitter I just did a show and pulled off laughin on a hatin nigga Them bitches aimin at yall fast, Im on these rapper niggas ass I pulled that .40 out, he better have an angel with him Fuck all them niggas and whoever they got hangin with em, bitch Sriracha, the flavor popper We gotcha, even haters jock us These choppers invade the knockers then blocker Disintegrating every chakra, eager to off ya You can bet that we doin it proper When I put the bullets in a fully with a hoodie Aint nobody gon stop us, nobody gon top us We leave em with no option, and leave em with no conscience Even though I can achieve it no problem And even though I couldve seen what they watchin TV with a DVD, I can repeat what I see, these streets jockin Easy, if it need be then I just eat beats Like Im Eazy-E, Compton, I eat meat like Im EBT shopping Credit Card max, bend the bars back Fuck your hoe, get brain and all that Run in your house and bring your whore back Sever your face and dead the doormat Who got the keys to the rented Corvette? Cant catch me, Im the man in all black I been on that shit since Katt been on crack Fuck that, I been nice way before that Cant ignore that, you can try though But you gon end up next to Dido Im that pen that wrote the Bible Im on your skin like vitiligo Sing for the moment, I hit the high note Someone please let Elton John know Tell the lieutenant Im Hect Camacho With a Catholic priest and the Pentecostal Why yall niggas wiggidy wiggidy wack, get a nigga in the back With an umbilical patch, jump in the middle of the track None of you niggas can act so yall niggas are packed Come and get it again, fuckin a bitch in the whip Give me your moment to fall, Im gonna fit in the car I can do better than yours, I can be ready to brawl I can be shattered and all, nobody want to be hard Better be ready for war, tell me who ready for more You know I aint come to play, lets get it Im snappin off the rip Your ho say Im her favorite nigga You probably dont wan let your baby mama take a picture Cause Im the type of Baby thats gon fuck the babysitter I just did a show and pulled off laughin on a hatin nigga Them bitches aimin at yall fast, Im on these rapper niggas ass I pulled that .40 out, he better have an angel with him Fuck all them niggas and whoever they got hangin with em, bitch I can still remember tryna shop a deal From Taco Bell to TRL I climbed the Billboard charts to the top until As fate would have it , became an addict Funny cause I had pop appeal But they said time would tell if Id prevail And all I did was put nine-inch nails In my eyelids now Im seein diamond sales like Im in Zales Without a doubt, by any means If rap was skinny jeans, I couldnt do anything in em Id be splitting seams of denim when Im spitting schemes Which really means, no if, ands, or buts are squeezin in between You sleep on me cause youre only fuckin with me in your dreams Not even when Im on my deathbed Man, I feel like Ed, it isnt time to drop the mic yet So why would I quit? The thought that I would stop when Im dead Just popped in my head I said it, then forgot what I said You know I aint come to play, lets get it Im snappin off the rip Your ho say Im her favorite nigga You probably dont wan let your baby mama take a picture Cause Im the type of Baby thats gon fuck the babysitter I just did a show and pulled off laughin on a hatin nigga Them bitches aimin at yall fast, Im on these rapper niggas ass I pulled that .40 out, he better have an angel with him Fuck all them niggas and whoever they got hangin with em, bitchEmbed

Eminem Intro Lyrics Statlanta! Welcome, as we introduce to you The newest member of the Shady/Aftermath family As we take you on a journey Down South to the dirty dirty Put yo hands in the air For A-T-Ls own, Stat Quo! Are you ready?! Ten, nine, eight, seven Six, five, four, three Two, one, on your, mark Ready, get, set, lets, GO! Check it out, stand up Its your boy Stat Quo representin that Shady/Aftermath GMMs the squad, Im the LeBron James of this thang And right now, you get ready to bear witness To the Street Status mixtape {echoes}1Embed

Junko Lyrics Dial tone How you doing? Its Junko? Oh, you sound cute Uhh... My name is Slim Shady they- I mean Thats like a nickname, they call me, you know Im saying, do you dance, do you- Alright, slut, what Im saying is, would Can you stick a finger in, like, at least on the- You know what I mean? Like, Im saying, like Just like a finger, you know what Im saying? Im not-I know-Im not saying, like Sex, you know, I just want to stick a finger up a bit Hi, howre you doing? Hello, ah, aight Im sorry- Oh, Im so- Im sorry Im just horny, I got my dick in my hand, you know? Im saying Im not- Ok, its not, Im not saying That its a massage parlor Aight, quote-quote unquote I heard that, but Im saying, can you Like, put your own dick in your hand And like, , beat that shit-Why not? Its my own body, you know what Im saying, slut? Oh, Im sorry I didnt know bitch was a bad wordEmbed

Suckerin’ Rhyme Lyrics Come on dog, we got to bust now I got my foot caught in the post of your bed But thats okay because I got the head Yo James can I start this off Yeah you can because you know your the boss Well, Imma kick it like this Yo Im on the mic and I get pissed Now, when Im kicking these rhymes Im on the mic and its just about time Once I start the flow, I cut you off And its time to go So yo James, lets start the rhyme If your underarm smell and your ass itches It must be time for the two-bit twitches The two-bit twitches, the two-bit twitches I got them bitches and I got them itches I think you are getting too baked for your britches But thats okay because Im on the road to the richesEmbed

Run Your Jewels Lyrics Little things start to trouble me Pressure me and bother me This shit is stressing me Especially the poverty I always wondered what my destiny would offer me My only guess would be, accessory to robberyEmbed

Cut Back LyricsI cut back on the syllables just a little But still I feel I should I kill a few Just to show that still I do Put forth an effort one foot forward thank heavens And good lord whoever wouldve thought That my umbilical cord would ever get cut cut From the s-same cloth as no other name? Just be thankful that I came forth Tempered the same whether its boiled or flame broiled You say my name you bet that ass you gon pay for it Just the respect its not the crown that I came for But if you feel like passing it around well then Jay throw it This way ill go straight toward it if not Ill just wait for it The other skateboard got a couple of scrapes Forget about it im stuck in this rut But Ill get up out it, I always do I aint gon sit here and argue about it I came up out that gutter, I just crawled through up out it Im back, Im sorry, I feel awful about itEmbed

Any Word Freestyle LyricsAll i got to do is throw any word at you, you can take any word and just rhyme wth it, im like.. Whatever Technical Technical? I had spectacles back in school, yo, you just expect a fool If you try to clam with me, if you aint down with me, and i aint tryna have you around me Traffic emergencies Traffic emergencies, tragic emergencies, its an urgency, it burns when i pee, im the illest MC, from the motherfreakin D, the 3-1-3 Misproduction The misproduction, rappers get sucked up into suction, cause they suck when they called up the station tryna bust for 30 seconds, yo slim shady, i mate hit records Discombobulatorboobulator Discombobulatorboobulator, yo, i get your b inflated, like Pamela Leigh, she wants to sample a pee, from me, doesnt matter cause she fd the camera... ....tremendo mind state The mind state of the crime rate, will elevate, when i accelerate, i levitate, give me another word, dont let me say rhymes, that your mother heard... ... supercalafragilisticexpealidocious Supercalafragilisticexpealidocious, i smacked women with a closed fist, yo, i punch em, right in the nose when i be scrunchin, at the function, at the family function, or at ya picnic, give this ick quick, im willing to say, D infront of it, but rappers they dont want none of it, cause any MC ill put on this verbal punishment.. <<<< Other guy rapping >>>> Eurgh, lets let the dog check it Yo aint the cyfer yo, yo aint the cyfer tonight Got to be a dope MC that rock this mic Now whats yo name? Em: My names slim shady Other guy: And what you do? Em: And we did it like Jim Brady; i rock Yo, im lil like that Kim lady, when i be steppin to this mic just like a M-80 I blowing up the spot and i can rock right off the top, rappers dont wanna believe that everything ima drop, that soms gonna be hot weather you like it or not, thought a cypher a spot, cause im nitrogen hot Rappers wanna try to step, this way that i kept, its rep up, any rapper that wanna test the step up, cause I come offa the top, or a ?ridden?, im ishing, i wanted the same the real way but I stray written, bustin, killin, crushin, well im flushin this rappers that are b rushin, blood ones rushin Coming outta ya brain rappers know that im the same, they dont wanna step to this, they dont wanna feel the pain Like DMX what? you gon think that hes gon step to this now? eurgh, yo, you dont think you wanna f with this now yoEmbed

The Way I Am Lyrics Japan, if you know the words, sing it with me 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 Shit, I dont know, thats just the way I am 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 thе paper, the news, еvery day I am I dont know, thats just the way I am 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 amEmbed

Just Don’t Give A Fuck Lyrics 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 mackinEmbed

Diss Lyrics Turn that off Aight, yo My music is soothin but its also been proven That it can put you in the mood to jump outta your car while its movin You been waitin on this moment, my sermon is like a omen Im servin, Im Erick Sermon, I saw the window was open And I jumped through it, my shit if you dont get pumped to it I quit, heres my rhyme book, go head and thumb through it And pick what you want from it, rummage and find somethin You can use to jump someone and roll up bumpin Im constantly coppin over you, squattin, shit has gotten To the point where I aint even writin no more, Im just jottin This is chicken scratch, shit is sickenin, I been kickin ass Off bullshit throwaway rhymes, pick a batch I live for the love of rap, you crazy Ive made beats for Jay-Z for free, page me You need a beat, you Canibus? Then its Dres fee You Kay Slay? The fees waived, I stay beefin With J.D. til the day Dre 2-ways me That its okay to stop blazin him Oops! I put it out, I pologize now Its too late, G, its on tape and the tape leaked Say What You Say, motherfucker Drama King, Kay Slay, motherfucker We dictate these mixtapes, motherfucker Xzibit, blaze this little gay midget cocksucker Haha Ladies and gentlemen This is dedicated to the man we all love to hate Tattoo a.k.a The Leprechaun a.k.a. Mr. Jermaine Dupri Come on ladies and gentlemen, sing along What! Yeah! What! Come On! Haha fuckin faggot... If ya So So Def than bitch get a hearing aid Aint worth ya gauge ya heart pumping lemonade Hook, line and sinker ya took the bait Act ya age, not ya size, not ya weight Every time you professional making hits Why it always gotta sound like the next men shit? Went from Big to Puff to Snoop to Jay Hey Jermaine whos dick you gon ride today? Couldnt wait to get the green light from Dr. Dre Never liked ya fuckin ass any goddamn way And I could care less if we label mates Your style been dead Colombians should drop the weight I got love for Da Brat get off Bow Wow back Fuck you, fuck ya niggas thats writing ya raps What up lo get ya L.A. pass revoked Dont get me wrong Papa Smurf you wont get smoked But ya might get robbed and choked Or you might disappear, kidnapped with no ransom note Off the leash, off the hook, off the chain Fuck Jermaine you aint gotta say my name Speak now or forever hold a dick in ya mouth You aint the mayor, you dont run shit in the South Scarface run the South motherfucker you will be on The underage bitch in the Kelly tape getting peed on Cock-eyed midget with a Napoleon complex Nickelodeon fetish you represent nonsense Harlem Shake to that, high jump to hell You the best in the business, I cant tell Too late to apologize kiss my ass We about to cut your whole sound scan in half Got to keep your hands up homie protect yoself Stop fucking with the West nigga respect yoself Its a short ride to the top and a long way down Look Man vs. Machine about to drop now This aint no beef its more like lunch meat Loss caliber heat lets take it to the street muhfucker Ha ha...ha ha....ha ha.....ha ha ha ha ha ha....haaaa ha ha ha ha ha Oh my god...yeah, yeahEmbed

Eminem LyricsEverybody, Im Eminem. Im right here in New York Right now on the Shade 45 Sirius Satellite Radio station Weve got DJ Whoo Kid in the house! And were bout to get into some questions that my fans have asked and... And one of me to explain So uhm... one of the first questions that my fans have asked is... uhm: Why does Whoo Kid have so much exclusive shit? That was the biggest question! Crazy lllmatic Macadoshis exclusivesEmbed

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 rap shit, he 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… 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, manEmbed

Out of State Lyrics Stat Where you at, nigga? Im on the road, Im on my way down there 75 south, nigga Man, bring that motherfuckin work, man We gotta fill these goddamn streets You understand what Im talkin bout Pimp need to ask Roll out, striaght to the ATL Coming from the DET, gotta bail Gotta get mail in abundance Stat watch that yay on the oven Nigga this hustlin Had enough getting nothin Couped in the group, ballers gotta get accustomed So I push that dust, thust me, crush em Push that new stank ugly Snowflakes in the hood like flurrys Nigga so urgently gotta earn that cheese affirmitevly The firm with me gotta turn the keys of a 64 fever So eager, go re-up Get cheese on an old school beeper No two-ways, no feds Only way a nigga get head, get bread Stay low pro, no po-po No hoes in the spot where the dough grows We got to get this paper dawg any way it takes Before you see a nigga like myself break Even if it means that we rollin out of state Gotta get it at a good rate Get bucks, come home with the weight up Dippin now, straight to the C-A-L Get Dre on the phone Gotta put that fluff on hold Home grown, holmes know Bubonic chronic gots ta move on it soon as possible Honest U-Hauls moving by two annonymous drivers reclining Just a couple of folks reload, from the west to the east coast Gotta get that dough, flip them bows Get back to the mo like pronto With guacamole niggas, cant grow these Got it where they make nachos Not so? taste that Wipe the a-jax off that plastic wrap Look at him now, his ass sagging like my dickie khaks In fact nigga chief on that Please believe I gotta get them stacks We got to get this paper dawg any way it takes Before you see a nigga like myself break Even if it means that we rollin out of state Gotta get it at a good rate Get bucks, come home with the weight up Haters, faders know, Detroit flavor gave us bank roll Nigga never stress those stank hoes, Minnesota got that stro we on Petroleon, on that rap Gotta flip them os like that Get that dough right back, gotta make sure niggas in tact strapped Niggas get mad, gotta have what you got Gotta put them boys in bags, make noise niggas know you aint having that Gotta have it at, gettin assets Where the math at, nigga pass that No average, pure What do you think a nigga down here for? Get more, gotta push them Bentley Zures Niggas on empty, gotta get it up plenty Niggas dont hear me We got to get this paper dawg any way it takes Before you see a nigga like myself break Even if it means that we rollin out of state Gotta get it at a good rate Get bucks, come home with the weight upEmbed

She’s The One Lyrics Slim Shady Asshole Any nigga wit guns, we got guns too More heated, ready to outgun you Its too late I already outdone you You was around, then you know the outcome too Lets play, lemme show you what Game is Heartbreak, Im showin you what pain is Please, Im reppin the D homeboy Where your guns, you steppin to me homeboy Royce five-nines the name, niggas know And niggas know, dealin wit me? Niggas no Ayyo toots, how you get here, you wanna ride I got a five its outside, you wanna drive? Psych, I aint got no five, you gold-digger You wanna suga-daddy, go get you an old nigga I got money, Im just here to bug you girl Cant get none, but you know I love you girl Yo She the one that wanna ride hot whips, huh Same one that aint really got shit, huh She want her hair done, then get her nails done Go to 5th Ave. just to shop for Chanel, huh She the one that aint really got shit, huh A little bitch that really aint got tits, huh Fuckin slut with a chest enhanced Titty dances to pay for her breast implants Anybody wit knives, we got knives too More sharp, and ready to outslice you About 5 dudes deep, who outsize you And wanna see insides comin outside you Get me drunk, and Ill drink anything you can think What up Miss. Bitch? (You, whats up with the ring? You married?) Shit nah, Im still mingling bitch I just wanted this ring, this is the only finger it fits What up with you, you married? Of course you are, you little fuckin trailer park whore (Trailer? I dont live in no trailer I live in a mobilization unit, for your information) Bitch, I got dick, wanna fuck? Hold still, swallow this birth control pill, slut Before I pump so much cum in your stomach that when I pull out A year and a half old potty-trained baby falls out And I aint stayin to pay no child support Are you playin? Be a man- bitch what you sayin? You tryin to pull some bullshit, while I got one arm free You want me to make this half-nelson a full? Wattup boo, this is for you and your girlfriend You bank-head, up in Detroit we Errol Flynn Assholes that get guns and flash those Never ever go to Detroit, we blast those Hi, my name is... Royce Im the king Gimme money, gimme jewels, everything Ayyo, you with the long hair, is it yours? I guess so, got a reciept- its paid for Got any more lipstick? Im sick of red Get a perm, you nappy head, you chicken head I know you ghetto, I aint trying to take the ghetto out Theres things about you to tell about, mellow out Im the one that be makin the clubs say What Gettin love, and making the club say What Some of you cats, hate on the low and got sick Any sauce is not hits , its not this Yo Embed

Interview With Hot 97 LyricsAngie: Its Hot 97, and I got my man on the phone. You know 7 billion dollars first week in at the box office, on 8 Mile. Can we have one time please Eminem clapping is on the telephone. Eminem: Angie, Angie, Angie. Angie laughing Whats up? Angie: Wh.. why the stress in your voice? Eminem: Wh.. why the stress? Angie: Yeah? Eminem: No distress. Angie: You know what I have to say to you before we talk about anything, just congratulations man cause.. Eminem: Thank you Angie, you too! Angie: Thank you man! Eminem: Theyre banging the single out here. Theyre banging. Angie: I was in Detroit two days ago, I like it there. Eminem: Yeah, I told them to! Angie: Oh thats what it was? Laughing Eminem: I told em to! Angie: I actually.. I actually used the Lose Yourself instrumental to come out to.. I figured you know, I was in your town, it would work, it was big for me Eminem: Well right, being the I figured that was the right thing to do Angie: Yeah yeah, thank you. No man, but the 8 Mile thing just you know, just received so well and just, you know, and incredible job man, so congratulations on all that Eminem: Thank you Ive had a beautiful time Angie: So how you feeling man? Whats some Eminem: Im good, success is good, everything is.. Angie: Im not used to this side of you Eminem: Youre not used to this side? Angie: No Laughing, you sound very grown up Eminem: Um, Im growing up a little bit, Im trying Angie: Alright, talk to me man, what the hell is going on? Eminem: Alright, I did.. first of all, I want to make a little comment, you know, I just want to comment on this whole thing thats going on, this little, this little whatever it.. Angie: Feud? Eminem: Yeah, this little feud. Angie: I saw it on MTV yesterday, its official now! Eminem: Its crazy! Angie: You and Benzino.. Eminem: First time hes ever been on TV, I want to congratulate him. The first time hes ever been on MTV and he did 106 & Park, so I want to congratulate him on that too. Angie: So hes getting public. Eminem: Im definitely bringing a lot of success to this man, but you know what, like honestly, like this dude, I buried him already. Hes speaking from the grave Angie, this dude is speaking from the grave. Angie: Oh would you be referring to the song on the Green Lantern Mixtape? Eminem: Ill be referring to, Id be referring to the one, the new one that he has. The newest one, the.. the one with the.. the fake Victory beat. I think he calls it “I Lost”… Angie: Oh the one Benzino did? Right right, but you then came on the, I the joint I heard came from you was on the Green Lantern Mixtape Eminem: Yeah see, Im gonna tell you the story what happened Angie: Okay Eminem: He dissed me on a record, I didnt respond right, I didnt respond. Then he dissed me again, went back in the studio again. I think he was mad that I didnt respond. Angie: He finally.. Eminem: Not that it didnt hit my radar cause this dude owns half of The Source magazine. Thats why it hit my radar, but my manager, once again, Paul Rosenberg, you know, tried to talk me out of it. Dont respond, its not worth it. The second time he did it I said You know what, Im gonna let him have it. So I gave it to him. Two songs.. two songs, to his two songs. Angie: Right Eminem: Now this next time, now I already buried him. I put the nail in the coffin, I kick the dirt on his grave. Eminem with muffled voice imitating the buried Benzino This is .. Im never gonna get out! Somebody please let me out! Angie: Laughing Eminem: Hes done. And all the stuff that, you know, all this.. all this gangster shit that he wants to talk, mr. Tough Guy and this and that. Let me tell you something. This dude talks about killing my daughter on the record, he does not want to take it there, he does not? want to take it there. If he really wanted to take it there, and take it on a street level, like hes saying and screaming and jumping up and down in his records he would.. he would not have went back in the studio cause a mic cant fight you back dawg, a mic cannot fight you back. He would not have went back in the studio.. Angie: Okay okay, would.. okay. Ca.. can I just take it back to the beginning with the first song where he came at you. Just the jump off to this whole thing.. Eminem: Its not a song. Angie: A freestyle. Eminem: Its not even a free.. I hope to God he was freestyling cause if he wrote that, I really feel bad. Angie: Alright, lets you took, uhm, Im talking of exhibit A. The first thing from Benzino. Di.. did you, I mean, did something happen to spark that between you and him, did anything happen, I mean.. Eminem: Angie, i swear on my daughters life, I never met this dude, I never met this man, this girl in my life. I never met this woman, she is obsessed with me. I can.. I cannot understand it, you know what it is? I think that.. I think Angie, a lot of times being that Ive been out for like, you know, the last four years or whatever, I think people are starting to forget a little bit, that I came from the bottom Angie: Softly Mhm, right Eminem: You know what Im saying? I took those cards and I remember Denaun.. Kon Artist from D12 told me some deep shit the other day. He said: Remember when we was flipping burgers at Gilberts, and you was mad, you was always punching walls and breaking mirrors, and saying I cant get a deal cause Im white, cant get a deal, Im white Im white, its cause Im white, its cause Im white. And then I took the cards I was dealt in life, and I flipped them. I flipped the cards and now Im selling so many records because Im white, you know what Im saying? Angie: Right.. Right Eminem: So I flip the cards I was dealt, but this dude is a fat 40 year old, shriveled up, wrinkled prune, with a big puffy.. big puffy clown hair. So take them cards you were dealt with and say that in your rap, flip them cards. You know what Im saying? Take them cards that youre dealt. Stop being mad at me, stop concentrating on my life so much and get one on your own. Hot 97. com the hottest hiphop spot on the web! Angie: Is it fair to say that you are, not just from Benzino, but just in general, like youre just tired of hearing people beef about that? Eminem: Im sick of the excuses, that everybody making excuses, like if people must not listen to my songs, like in White America, like I clown about it. You know what Im saying I.., but the truth of the matter is that I flip the card Angie, I flip the card. Everybody has a set of cards youre dealt with in life, then flip them. You got to take them cards and flip them. If he doesnt have.. is smart to flip them cards, dont blame me. Dont blame me cause you suck. This dude, Angie, I think could very well, after hearing his last record, I truly believe, and Im not even exaggerating, this dude, could possibly be the worst rapper in the world. Angie: In your opinion? Eminem: In a lot of peoples opinion. Well Im serious like Ive never, Ive never thought I would see the day where I met or heard, the whackest rapper in the world. Ive heard a lot of whack rappers, but he very well, possibly could be, the worst rapper in the world, going against one of the best. And thats not to say, to toot my own horn, I.. I.. I.. never would consider myself the best, if anything. Angie: Do you.. do you not? Eminem: No. Angie: Cause some people would right now consider you, right now, the best out. Eminem: I would not consider myself best out. Angie: Who is? Eminem: You got Jay-Z, you got Nas, you got Fifty. All of them guys, all of them cats, Redman, all of them guys, are.. are the best at what they do and, you know what Im saying? I think a lot of times, maybe it, I dont know, maybe it bugs some peoples mind a little bit, that Im not only.. Im not only rapping, but Im making the beats too now. Im making the beats, Im doing the producing, you know what Im saying? Angie: At least youre getting a lot of money, some people get tight about that man. Eminem: It not even, Angie, its not even about the money, because I have yet to charge for a track. Angie: Really? Eminem: I did a track for Jay, I didnt charge. I did a track for Nas, I did a track for Xzibit, I dont even charge for the tracks. Im free! If I respect you as an artist, and I like your shit, Im gonna give you a track, Im gonna give it to you. Cause to me its not about the money, its about hip hop. Hot 97 - Hot 97 - Hot 97.com Angie: Eminem is still on the phone, I have a million questions about the whole 50 Cent thing, but lets pick up where we left off before, just for a second. Eminem: Going back to what we was talking about, as far as just.. Angie: If you just tuned in Eminem is on the phone. Hes kinda talking about his side, his perspective on this whole thing that happened with Benzino and.. Eminem: You know, I guess. They say... they say this when you.. when you hit forty, that you go through your second childhood, so I think that is what this man is going through. Its the second childhood, but I havent got there yet. Angie: Did you ever speak.. Have you ever spoken to him? Eminem: Ive never even spoke to this man, you cant speak to him, because he record conversations. I might.. what if.. what if I call this man and I threaten him over the phone Angie: How do you know that? How do you know that? Eminem: Huh? Angie: How do you know that? Eminem: Because he took a tape. He called Paul and was taping, was taping Paul the whole time, and Angie, you know Paul. Pauls not a fighter. Its Pauls job to de-escalate the situation, so he took that screaming at Paul, and put that on the beginning of his song. Angie: To someone in the studio You heard that thing? Eminem: Now this man is not talking to me, hes talking to my manager, its my managers job to de-escalate the situation. Im on probation. Paul has seen before how Ive reacted to certain things and thought he was doing the right thing, by trying to squash it. This dude trying to play dirty pool Angie: Wow Eminem: What this dude is, I think its a mid-life crisis Angie, hes going through a mid-life crisis. Hes done everything from Will Smith records, to Rock The Party, trying to come back to the streets. Angie: Is he really getting under your skin? No, I mean I cant, I mean.. Eminem: The only reason.. The only reason that I responded to this clown in the first place, is because of the extortion that is going on between him and Dave Mays. Nobody wanted to address it. Everybody in the business you talk to, any rapper in the business, and Im not gonna put you on the blast Angie, but we all know whats going on at The Source. Ray Benzino has Dave Mays shook. And you cant play two sides of the fence, you cant be a rapper... you cant be a rapper and own a magazine... own half of a magazine. Because then what happens is, you call rappers that you like, you call them and you want them to make a guest appearance on your album, and if they dont want to do it because you suck. Hes gonna then hes gonna shut you out of his magazine, so you cant play both sides of the fence like that. You just cant do it. Angie: So thats what motivated you to see... Eminem: Thats what motivated me.. Angie: Was that something that was bothering you, before he started getting at you? Eminem: You know what used to bother me its been.. its been the mic.. the mic rating system in The Source. Like, when I was a kid growing up in the early 90s on hip hop, The Source as we used to know it, was the bible of hip hop. Like what... it was... their word was gold. If somebody got a four mics you was going to cop it. If somebody got five mics you was going to cop it. If somebody got three and a half, yeah, you know, you wouldnt know, but their word was gold and it was usually right. Now whats happened is this dude is doing the mic rating system, he even said so in his song The five mic giver. I give the mic, I distribute the mics, but Im a rapper too. You cant do that. Hes fucking the game up and like... Angie: I know that you have yet to receive a five mic review in The Source. Is that something that has... Eminem: I have yet to receive even a four and a half. Everybody gets a four, everybody, like thats the standard now, thats the standard. If you get a four and a half that must mean that Benzino wants you on his album, you know what Im saying? And as far as my contribution to hip hop, him calling me a culture stealer and an invader and all that stuff. As far as my contribution to hip hop. How was my contribution to hip hop any different than Dave Mays and Jonathan Shecter when they started The Source twelve-thirteen years ago, was to make hip-hop bigger and expand it. If I can take hip hop and open more white peoples ears to hip hop so that artists like Nelly, and Ja Rule, and Jay-Z, and Cameron, and Ludacris and Nas can sell more records, then thats my contribution to hip hop. You know what Im saying? Angie: Right Eminem: Im just.. Im only.. Im only.. being real and I swear to you Angie, this dude can.. can.. he can scrounge up change and call you from a payphone after this interview and he can.. can scream, he can jump up and down and scream all he want, he can make... go in the studio and make a hundred thousand more records about me, and base his whole life around mine, I will not make another song about this man. He cannot afford to pay the bill when I for the studio time. Then he owes me back. This dude is so whack, I cant even get D12 to do a song about him. Theyre screaming at me like why are you even giving this guy the energy? Because unfortunately Im in a position where the more attention I pay to something, the bigger it get. Angie: So how you gonna... how you gonna... how you gonna not now. What if the dude just keeps making song after song after song, and every now and then he say something that get on your nerves, you just not responding anymore? Eminem: Im done. Anything he does from.. from now on Eminem in muffled voice Will be like this Speaking from the grave, I buried him, I buried him, I put the nail in the coffin, I threw the dirt on the top of his grave. I dont even think Ill put him in the coffin, I think I just buried him in a hole and threw the dirt on his grave. Angie: What happens if you see this dude man? Eminem: What happens if I see him? Angie: Yeah? Eminem: Im on probation. Im on probation, so I really would not like to comment on that, but I will let it be known that I got three months left of probation. Angie: Alright, but you dont want to jeopardize any of this.. Eminem: No, Im not trying to yo. Im trying.. yo Im trying to stay in the studio, Im trying to release my records, make my artists big and spend time with my little girl. Hot 97.com Hip Hops hottest spot on the web Angie: Your song is No.1 today... Eminem: Thats a beautiful thing. Angie: How do you decide who you respond to? Eminem: If I get 10 people coming to me on the street saying why is such & such dissin you, if it gets to the point where I hear it everywhere I go. But this woman here, she is done... she is outta my life.Embed

Rap Name Lyrics Yo Real name no gimmicks nigga O. Trice and Keith My nigga speak When two niggas meet and take it to the street O. rep the D And I Long Island iced tea when I roll with Keith Squad unleash the heat whenever Obie roamin So thats two dicks you suck bitch whenever Gucci foamin I got a homin device on life I get there, leave you with my strife, your strifes O. Trice the name, just came to the game Thats why Im twenty-something on Kay Slays tape But a niggas great, hey Im Shaaaaaday Im astronomically bubonic with a treeeeeee My ebonics like chronic with a waaaay I hold you down Nigga heres your pound Im so-and-so, Im this, Im that Huh, but youre all just {wick wick} whack It aint R&B muhfuckers, its a rap Real name, no gimmicks Fuck an image, Im in it because I live it Im so-and-so, Im this, Im that Huh, but youre all just {wick wick} whack It aint R&B muhfuckers, its a rap Real name, no gimmicks Fuck an image, Im in it because I live it Yo, I get outrageous, bodacious, crazy Make a nigga a vegetable, mashed potatoes, and gravy Put a cork in it nigga, who the fuck you think youre playin Snuff nose to your ribs, if you breathe Im sprayin Tell the cops its Keith Murray, real name no gimmicks Walk the streets with my dick out bitch I aint timid Im like Tyson in the house when I step in the club Bug, titties get fondled, asses get rubbed See that nigga ass up with my wild style child I never get booed on stage like Im Destinys Child Im too Dirrty for Christina, make Trina Work It Bird tracks when I rap, smell a rubber when I chirp it Come on doggy doggy, you aint got nothing for me Put a gash in your neck about four inches deep Yeah, keep talkin like Murray dont get busy Hit you with this rum bottle and make yo ass dizzy Dizzy, dizzy, dizzy, dizzy Im so-and-so, Im this, Im that Huh, but youre all just {wick wick} whack It aint R&B muhfuckers, its a rap Real name, no gimmicks Fuck an image, Im in it because I live it Im so-and-so, Im this, Im that Huh, but youre all just {wick wick} whack It aint R&B muhfuckers, its a rap Real name, no gimmicks Fuck an image, Im in it because I live it Yall okie doke niggas cant fuck with the kid Crack your chest open, your back, and split your wig Give your punk ass a nice face massage Now you dont want +No Drama+ like +Mary J. Blige+ Keith pop popped the garage, nigga thats the trunk Cuz I got a wee whip in there plus the pump Pumps for punks, whip all you sissies Two stroke you faggots stagnate you maggots I like a mix of ecstasy dust and purple haze Wild now but you shoulda saw me in my school days Yeah, I bring the funk like a bag of skunk And I pack sawed off shotguns for street punks Niggas dont wanna see this animals bite down Cannibals spit out your ear Most yall queer Real over here Recognize psuedo, its a new year Bud, wise, and beer Im so-and-so, Im this, Im that Huh, but youre all just {wick wick} whack It aint R&B muhfuckers, its a rap Real name, no gimmicks Fuck an image, Im in it because I live it Im so-and-so, Im this, Im that Huh, but youre all just {wick wick} whack It aint R&B muhfuckers, its a rap Real name, no gimmicks Fuck an image, Im in it because I live itEmbed

The Kids Lyrics Hey there, little boys and girls Hey there, little boys and girls Today were gonna to learn how to poison squirrels But first, Id like you to meet my friend Bob Say hi Bob! Bobs 30 and still lives with his mom And he dont got a job Cause Bob sits at home and smokes pot But his twelve-year-old brother looks up to him an awful lot And Bob likes to hang out at the local waffle spot And wait in the parking lot for waitresses off the clock When its late and the lot gets dark And fake like he walks his dog, drag em in the woods And go straight to the chopping blocks And even if they escaped and they got the cops The ladies would all be so afraid, they would drop the charge Til one night Mrs. Stacey went off the job When she felt someone grab her whole face And said not to talk But Stacey knew it was Bob and said: Knock it off! But Bob wouldnt knock it off Cause hes crazy and off his rocker Crazier than Slim Shady is off the vodka You couldnt even take him to Dres to get Bob a doctor He grabbed Stace by the legs as chopped it off her And dropped her off in the lake for the cops to find her But ever since the day Stacey went off to wander They never found her, and Bob still hangs at the waffle diner And thats the story of Bob and his marijuana And what it might do to you So see if the squirrels want any—its bad for you The kids, the kids! Dont forget about the kids, the kids! Shady, what about the kids, the kids? The kids, the kids! Shady, what about the kids, the kids? You gotta save the kids! My penis is the size of a peanut, have you seen it? Fuck no, you aint seen it, its the size of a peanut Speakin of peanuts, you know what else is bad for squirrels? Ecstasy, its the worst drug in the world If someone ever offers it to you, dont do it Kids, two hitsll probably drain all your spinal fluid And spinal fluid is final, you wont get it back So dont get attached, itll attack every bone in your back Meet Zach, twenty-one years old After hangin out with some friends At a frat party, he gets bold And decides to try five, when hes bribed by five guys And the peer pressure will win every time you try to fight it Suddenly, he starts to convulse And his pulse goes into hyperdrive And his eyes roll back in his skull {​​​blblblblblb}​​​ His back starts to look like the McDonalds Arches Hes on Donalds carpet, layin horizontal, barfin {​​​BLEH}​​​ And everyone in the apartment starts laughin at him H- hey Adam, Zach is a jackass, look at him! Cause they took it too, so they think its funny So theyre laughing at basically nothing Except maybe wasting the money Meanwhile, Zachs in a coma, the action is over And his back and his shoulders Hunched up like hes practicin yoga And thats the story of Zach, the ecstasy maniac So dont even feed that to squirrels, class Cause its bad for you The kids, the kids! Shady, what about the kids- Dont forget about the kids, the kids! And last but not least, one of the most humungous Problems among young people today is fungus It grows from cow manure They pick it out, wipe it off, bag it up And you put it- put it- put it- put it- put it-Embed

Mama Lyrics Hey, hey Now when my mama done seen me cry, its my life Ill be thuggin til the day I die, its my life You niggas dont know me, you cant slow me down You cant hold me, and so Ima keep rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin, goin on strong They say Why you so defensive? I take that offensive Comin from the shit that I lived in You wouldnt understand him unless you eyewitness Chillin on the block where vacant lots are given Women and children missin, men in the picture Cause niggas hit up sittin down and some sinner Get a kite with a flick of a chick he once hit up Ridiculous but thats us niggas On the corner from dusk til dawn Til that shit Whites brought to Americas gone Be a Good Samaritan, my heritage was did wrong So all that sufferin thats just prolonged Long as youre knowin that that strong-arm robbery Was brought on from this society deprivin me This brings violence if youre not survivin my environment Dont expect ya to be drivin in Now when my mama done seen me cry, its my life Ill be thuggin til the day I die, its my life You niggas dont know me, you cant slow me down You cant hold me, and so Ima keep rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin, goin on strong Mama worked 37 years in the plant 34 days she missed, thats where I get my grind at Her lil nigga, see her as father figure Even though she got hips and tend to bitch up Show me how to maneuver snakes, false niggas Eleanor Trice, one real sister Raised her kids up to be go-getters Now a nigga livin room big as a Amphitheater Get the theater nigga, Im from the hood So at times I see the mirror and tell him he doin good Keep up my spirits cause niggas want him destroyed But thats null and void when it comes to ya boy Im from Detroit, Shady employee Im on a voyage tryna get more than royalties Niggas Im royalty Thats why your bitches spoil me, O.T.R.I.C.E Now when my mama done seen me cry, its my life Ill be thuggin til the day I die, its my life You niggas dont know me, you cant slow me down You cant hold me, and so Ima keep rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin, goin on strong I got visions of makin executive decisions But this system tells me to be realistic You cant do shit with Cs and Ds I could do the work, Im just interested in makin cheese So your schools cant control these Gs He got his own rules and do whatever he please At ease to my soldiers thats feelin Obie Long as I know my 1-2-3s Im flippin O-Zs A nigga can count like an accountant Only difference is it aint checks thatll be bouncin Its powder, peep what hes pronouncin Now he lives next to the teacher that denounced him Doubted him, now look at the childs outcome Duece album got him speakin highly in volume I assume Im valuable, they throwin in the towel Bow whenever they see him roll in that Diablo Now when my mama done seen me cry, its my life Ill be thuggin til the day I die, its my life You niggas dont know me, you cant slow me down You cant hold me, and so Ima keep rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin, goin on strongEmbed

Slut Phone Call Lyrics Brenda Brendas not there? It sounds like you? You know what? You didnt think I knew, did you? You told me you didnt do this shit This Brenda, right? Dont play games with me, girl! This Brenda, right? You said you didnt do it, bitch! What are you- I want Bren- This aint Brenda? Yo, dont-dont-dont call me a motherfucker, bitch I swear to God, I come up there and pop all you fucking sluts I told you Brenda, dont be fuckin round on me You fuckin bitch! I told you! Aw, I dont do it, I dont do it! You motherfucking slut, Ill kill you, bitch! I break your motherfucking neck Yo, dont play games with me, girl! Dont play ga- When you come home tonight I swear to God, yo, all of your shit will be outside! You hear me girl?! I aint playing with you no more! I bought you everythi- I saw yoooou, walking in the way You know what Im saying, girl?! I dont play that shit! I dont play that shit, crack?! I aint in no crack, bitch, this Slim motherfucking Shady You understand me?Embed

Purple Pimp Saga Bellbottom Pants Lyrics The Incredible Hulk- And he brought me- He brought a- you- you gotta- And he- he- he pushed a butt so he could stomp me around and drive Man, you dont even know what time it is I saw this mad pimp daddy walkin down the street, with incredible dookie Bellbottom, tight, purple pants Im talkin about tight- tight- tight Tight, pimp, saga, purple pants Tight, pimp, saga, purple pants Well let me tell you about these purple pants that he was wearing They sagged down his feet and they kept on dragging Down on the ground when he walked with them It looked like bellbottoms, and they were my friend They were bellbottoms, purple pants Worn by a pimp and he did that dance Had high heels and he strutted it tall Walked like a pimp and he did this thing, we call Rhymin, He rhymed all the time But not in a rap, he liked to sing all the time He liked to sing about bitches Strawberry alarm clocks and ditches That dogs dig Just like my dog Spot, you know hes a bitch He tried to fuck me, I said no He fucked the beat up, and Im on the go Purple, pimp, saga, err, pants Purple, pimp, saga, bellbottom pants Purple, pimp, saga, bellbottom pants Worn by Incredible Hulk The punk who thinks hes bad Really cause he knows that hes really sad He came up in my face with a big green grin I said, Homeboy, dont you think Im gonna spin On my head, like a breakdancer? I said, No, I punched him in the jaw, and I broke his tooth Its called spooky, spooky And the chorus will go just like this Yo homeboy dont ever diss cause hes a- Purple, pimp, saga, bellbottom pants Purple, pimp, saga, bellbottom pants And thats the endEmbed

Curtis Lyrics Dial tone Hello? Hi, is this Curtis Hi, Curtis Hi, this is Curtis, Im Curtis My name is Curtis also Oh, thats really funny Um, listen, I was wondering I was looking at your ad in the paper, um I was wondering, you-you, you do sculptures? Okay, um, youre gonna laugh, um This is kinda personal, but Im, um, a transsexual And I was wondering if, um, you could- Are you there? Ok, Im s-Im sorry I thought you was gonna laugh at me, um I was wondering, um, how much would charge, to like, um Sculpt, like-like, if-if-if you were to make like, um A sculpture of my body (Well, thats not what I do I work in the steel and...) You couldnt make a-a sculpture of, like um My body cellphone ring Okay, um Okay, youre yelling at me Oh, Im-Im sorry I thought you were, I thought you were yelling at me Oh, ok It sounds very loud in my ear Uhuh Oh What exactly is geometrics? Cause I was trying to get like, just- All I really wanted- youre probably gonna laugh, but All I really wanted was, um, a sculpture, really Of my penis, just for my girlfriend You cant make a sculpture of my penis? The- Just Just my penis, thats it, just the head of my penis What? Why dont make sculptures of penises? This is Youre being mean, sir, cause you put an ad in the paper You put an ad in the paper for penis sculptures! This is really messed up, youre doing psychological damage to me Physically and mentally (You know, I have your phone number, by the way So dont make obscene phone calls) Im not making obscene phone ringing phone call Im being dead serious with you sir And youre making fun of me Is that a business you run there? Youre scaring me, what? Trucking? I thought I looked under fucking Oh my god, Im sorry, Im sorry, goodbyeEmbed

Welcome To Detroit LyricsGet anybody on your roster who could freak with Ray Obie Trice you a busta, I dont think you wanna play Youre hurtin yourself person Its bad, its bad for you, cmon Elementary school is out Its what the freak Im talking about, man Detroit City, my person, lets go, recess, invasion I aint even got a fucking album out And niggas speaking my name You go walk the streets back and you go on and have marshall Holla at me, come holler at me Bitch, Im a Detroit hustler Push whips without the muffler, loud nasty foul never flashy Im meet your sister, she gonna come home changed I bring the freak outta that bitch, Rick James Hi, whole things if my brains agitated You, no more pain your souls graduated I keep pistols not cuz rap made it an issue This has been official since middle school (Thats right You approach me wrong, Im out living you Im from Detroit where niggas is not feeling you Slugs drilling you, rigga morris is building you up Pugs giving it to you, mum is ups in arms Murder mitton, niggas is not getting this scenes They dont believe, misconceived until his blood bleeds Past tense, back then niggas had some sense Benzino Your skills not equal I got your busta tucked right by my nuts bruv I know these record sales got you in a clutch But, why come fuck with us? And this is shady This is the label that made a nigga able To finally stabilize loot a nigga makes Whats strange to me, Benzino been in the game And knows that he came But he aint got no more fame then me that wow Blame it on the white boy, nigga, thats your style Spoke on a nigga and spoke that bullshit that another nigga wont Os no joke that bullshit Hoes no potes, hoes no fashion I see booty and its pointing right at it With rap it aint happenin fablem farth Still to journalism, thats your art and apart from responding I know the source will tell them, dont cop him Obie Trices albums not popping But thats what happens when your dealing with gays They flip scripts, bitch, shit just to get paid Youz a broad, Bosten even noticed its too late in the game To pull a black and white card, yous the busta Detroit dont love ya, youll end up so, so muthafuckas You know , see a nigga in Porterico He shake my hand like, Obie, I got ya, I got ya Benzi hoa, Benzedda Nigga you a busta See me when I land all over you motherfuckas Bring you wolves haha, me and you, mono e mono I crush you with the 40ouncer bottle nigga Aint ready for that shit nigga, real over here nigga Fuck yall haters nigga, get money to all my real niggas Thats what Im talking aboutEmbed

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? I think we 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 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 And every single person is 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? Throw your hands in the air And wave em like you just dont care Cause if you dont give a fuck like we dont give a fuck Japan, say Fuck yeah! Say Fuck yeah! , say Fuck yeah! Say Hell yeah! , say Hell yeah! Say Fuck yeah! , say Fuck yeah! Say Hell yeah! , say Hell yeah! Thanks a lot, mothafuckin Japan!1Embed

94 Shit Lyrics When the mic is passed to be its like blasphemy You know it has to be something dastardly That Im about to kick When I reroute and pick the mic up And I strike up you like, yup You better be because Im killing MCs Turning them to swiss cheese When I bust rhymes likeEmbed

Increase the Gritty Lyrics Shady aftermath Whoo kid, let’s go 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5 4, 3, 2, 1 Return of the PLK brought me the feedback And Halloween Havoc showed niggas I could repeat that They need that, so lay your seat back and pay attention And follow me through volume three, honorable mention They don’t make niggas like they used to, I’m livin proof Making a killin off a sinnin cause I give em truth When I ain’t puttin that crack down I’m spinnin coupes Soup hot, I’m winter-proof; them niggas wouldn’t get a tooth I hit the switch, tint the roof; famous cause I flip the booth Dangerous, what a hit produce; I body you and get the Juice Ask them if they cakin, you probably ain’t gon get the truth From me? I’m hella honest, went Ferrari when I flipped the coupe Sorry but we got ta, party with the choppa Ammo en mi casa, come slippin and we got cha Drippin blood and pasta, confine the boxers I be in shackles while my mama watch us till they pick a time to drop us Excellent when I jam, I’m a pro at this Golden gift, grimy as the niggas I been rollin with Lil man hold the fifth, heavy over loaded piff Chevy over chromey lips, catch me with your homie bitch In a swollen six, diamond flooded Rolly wrist Shinin was my only wish, I shoulda wished for more If the club a place for fun then what you bring your pistol for? All these dummies in denial, when drama pop this shit to floor Money comin by the pile, we Water Moccasins to law C-notes in the liquor store, speed boats on a different shore A nigga tell you I ain’t the one, then he dont know nuttin I bet he change his opinion, you let him hold summin I’m in a Rove, stuntin Wheels back to back From a block away or more you’d think I had the traffic packed Shawtys rest in Cadillac, can’t hold they asthma back Niggas talkin mills now, they ain’t made half o that Me I’m in the hood for real, right there where they trappin at Right there where it happens at, all familiar habit My habits are, carrots y’all, sexin in the fastest car Green gang mastermind, nine levels past the bar Pass the torch, niggas dont deserve and never pass the porch I am what they leechin off PAP! Get them bastards off Gettin rock in the rap game, they top guys pageant soft Talkin like a murder when he wouldn’t knock a rabbit off Catch me out in Madison on my automatic horse My word play magical, I millimeter gataloff You won’t have a career after I shatter yours Then splatter his with my overwhelming averages Streets ain’t a game nigga I was born by myself but I ain’t going how I came nigga Cause Imma take a couple with me if they get me I’m tipsy then fuckin high as hell off of sticky Come on if you with me, I’m strong in the city I’m never by myself, I got the chrome ridin, dig me? Rest in peace to Pac Rest in peace to Biggie The industry been shiny, now let’s increase the gritty2Embed

The ‘N’ Bomb Lyrics...Kick a hyper lyric every time I run up on a Track, you know Im not wack, you have to step back Cause if you dont Ill prove that Im the mack Every time I kick a lyric two-and-a-two to ninety-five Yo, do you find me live? If you dont, then thats alright, cause Ill just grab the microphone And I just gotta get to the height to speak in the hyper tone In so many styles, I might get thrown And heres a place where I like to roam And all the girls that I like to bone Have the big butts, no they dont Cause I dont like that nigga shit Im just here to make a bigger hit When I be kickin the hypest, dopest rhymes Theyll say that Eminem is the best MC in off and all times Yeah...Embed

Record Store 2 Lyrics Dial tone I was like -oh, hello? Um, I-I just have one more question I dont know if you were the guy we were talking to, um I just called a few minutes ago, about Eminem Um, probably what I was wondering, um Is if, I-I-I dont know, Ive seen Eminem He did a show at Tramps and his hair was like, blond And I was wondering, actually, thats not even a question But I was wondering, um, is-is-is Is Dr. Dre, um, is he white? H-Hello, hi Um, I had a que- The oh-this aint the--, oh this a girl Oh, I-Im sorry I had a couple of questions about, um, about this guy Eminem I-I know him, I-Id, I know him, Ive-Ive like, Ive like studied him I-Ive-I know all his freestyles by heart Im sorry, Im just really excited because something- My friend came over here, the album And, I dont know how he got the album, he sa- He said he got it off the internet or something But I was figuring like, maybe Fat Beats like, had a bootleg Or something that I could just get I wouldnt, like, turn you guys in or nothing like that, just-- They dont have it Brian, you fucking dick! Okay, is-is-is-i-i-i, its, um Is Dr. Dre white? (Dr. Dre is not white, that I know of The Dr. Dre I know aint white, I dont know) Oh! Oh, okay, okay, oh! Dr. Dre, the Dr. Dre from The Chronic, you asshole! You guys are so-- you, Im sorry, Im sorry These guys are embarassing me, Im sorry, Im sorry Dr. Dre is not white, Dr. Dre is not white, you fucking dicks Hello? Ok, thank you very much Ok, goodbye SlutEmbed

Jesse Lyrics Ends off Im Shady snippet and instrumental still plays And thats my name! Dial tone Hi Jesse? Hi, how you doing? Im-Im-Im, my name is Marshall Hi, how are you doin? Oh, my God, you sound sexy Aw, God... Um, listen, I was just, I-I I dont know, I dont do this a lot, its like, my second time I swear to God, um, listen, it says I dont know im reading this over in the paper and-and It says youre, I dont know, a ch-a-transsexual A shemale, oh my God... sighs So um, listen, what t-what What type of, I dont know, what type of s-service Dog barking in the background Aight, do you wanna, do you wanna tend to your dog? I wanna fuck I wanna fuck Hangs up Aw, God, dont hang up, bitch You fucking slut, oh God...Embed

Same Girl/I Get High Lyrics Lets Go I Met This Girl Only Last Saturday Since Then Ive Been Livin In A Fantasy She And I Fell In Love Instantly Tenu Mein Apni Baare Dasdan Hai Ohde Jehi Sohni Tu Vekhi Nhi Honi Lakk Patla Rang Gora You Just Gotta See Her The Girl Is A Winner Aint No Competition, She Holdin The Crown Hai Ohde Kol Audi Te Paundi Armani Dil Le Gayi Marjaani She Only Wears The Best Shes Rockin Her Chanel Its Almost Like Were Dating The Same, The Samе Girl Teri Akhiyan Ch Pyar Hai Mera Tu Hi Te Ik Yaar Hai Mera Tere Naal Dil Raat Rahan Mein Jiva Te Tere Naal Maran Mein Hate To Admit It But We Fell For The Same Girl Cant Believe That We Fell The Same Girl Dont Wanna Say It But You Know Its The Same Girl Weve Been Lovin The Same Girl Tell Me More, Tell Me More Bout This Girl She Seems To Be A Little Too Familiar All The Things That Youve Been Saying Bout Her Remind Me Of My Own, Of My Own Lover Shes Got The Cutest Little Dimples She Makes It Look So Simple Im Tellin You Shes One Of A Kind Ohdiyan Vi Gallan Vich Toye Te Ohde Asi Hoye Ohde Wargi Na Koi Bro Ive Got This Feeling That You And Me Are Dealing With The Same Girl And Shes Playin Us Both Mainu V Eho Lagge Asi Jehri Kudi Piche Saade Naal Khed Di Teri Akhiyan Ch Pyar Hai Mera Tu Hi Te Ik Yaar Hai Mera Tere Naal Dil Raat Rahan Mein Jiva Te Tere Naal Maran Mein Hate To Admit It But We Fell For The Same Girl Cant Believe That We Fell The Same Girl Dont Wanna Say It But You Know Its The Same Girl Weve Been Lovin The Same Girl Shes Been Leading Us Along Weve Been Playin The Same Song And Its Time We Set This Straight Once And For All Teri Akhiyan Ch Pyar Hai Mera Tu Hi Te Ik Yaar Hai Mera Tere Naal Dil Raat Rahan Mein Jiva Te Tere Naal Maran Mein Youre The Only One I Gave You All My Love Are You Lyin Next To Him Are You Lovin The Same, Lovin The Same I Only Live For You Girl I Would Have Died For You Are You Lovin Him The Same? Weve Fallen For The Same, Same Girl Somebody Ate My Scrap I Get High On Your Memory That Is In Through Me I Get High On Your Memory Of How Good You Feel I Deliberately Think Of You, And Every Little Thing You Do I Get Aroused High On A Cloud Whenever I Want You I Get High, I Get High, I Get High, I Get High I Get High On Your Memory, High On Your Memory I Get High, High, High, High, High When I Hear The Mention Of Your Name I Always React The Same My Heart Take A Ride From The Crown To The Sky I Get High, I Get High I Get High, High From The Feeling You Give Me Even Though Youre Not With Me Together We Made A Memory Were Gone To Touch Over The Ecstasy I Get High, I Get High, I Get High Sweet Sweet Memory I Get High, I Get High, I Get High Sweet Sweet Memory2Embed

Crazy Lyrics Hm crazy They say everybody deserve a shot at love Thats bullshit You live your entire life as a miserable bitch Then you deserve to die a miserable bitch Fack you Good lookin Em Jump fast Trick Trick Chick to the waitress being me I frequent the joint so she sees in me More than an average customer I trusted her To bring to me what I ordered Even a bottle of water Met her in a grabbed my All these legs and thighs That catched my eyes I got my mind on this five foot one 1-23 I lead her home to go out to see Her ride the beat without the poles She dont serve for free She out for dope The hustles is clean and respectable But But the way she came, whenever I called Or waved my hand, you gotta understand This right here, had me gone I knew one day I drive her home The day then came that she sat with me It was a saturday, the club was empty V.I.P. room, all alone 32 shots of patron I know she gone, she cant drive Big old Takes us home, I cant lie I wanna bone, but Im to high Not that I would take advantage of her Cause I got patience and planning for her Sunday morning she left my crib She had to leave to get home to the kids She rolled with me, spent the night So why would I believe otherwise I wont let them hate me She wanted a baby Shes calling the police I wont let them take me She knew Id fight back I know she was like that She scrambled a signature I swear she aint write that The way she was safety The way she could play me Boms are closing in, im patiently waiting She offered to pay me I thought it would ..ay me Despite what she may be That woman is crazy I like the fact that she laid with me She said she had something to say to me So much for the layout, so much for the plans To my surprise, she got a man Told me she was on her way to breaking up So the vision of me and her waking up After making love Was far from death The night was young, we laid in the bed She had to leave to get home to him Aggravated when Im her thinking alone with him She on the phone with him Touched dog but shes sucking on my lollipop Can you believe this shit? I am leaving this Cause I cant see her leaving him Its been six months And all me and her, whatever we did was fuck And thats whats up I got me one, but not the one that Im speaking of Im out for love, but not with her Ive found me one that that get me what Im dreaming of I told it all out front of her line She told me no, she needed more time I came to gree this falling yet She keeps seducing me, calling for sex Starting to pig with a men at home When all she did was trip when she had my phone Like:Whos that?, Whos this? Well, who is she to check about another bitch? I couldnt take another step further with This ignorance, she had to go I told her to leave, she told me no I forced her out, then slammed to door So whatever this is, it had to stop I knew for sure that she called the cops They came to the door with a:Knock! Knock! Knock! I thought it was her man, so I cocked my Glock Yall know me I asked her boat Damn police, you wouldnt believe what this men told me Told me he loved to see me go When all he had was a P.P.O. Slammed my door, now Im pissed of about that ho But that didnt take the cake or change the flight Thief in the middle of the night This last Benz Stole a sim-card and called my friends Took a picture of her ultra sound With a note attached:What you gon do now? Sought me out with my brand new chick She rode upon me:Is that your bitch? Told me she wanted to kill herself Eat a shotgun and and kill herself I passed for gas Grabbed the .45 from out the stash If she chase me then thats her ass You cant catch me in my car too fast Hold my cash, text my phone Now im hurt bitch told the feds That I got the word Called my lawyer, checked it out The alpha bitches outside your house Now this gon get you most of all She asked the judge and she post a bond On my behave she spoke up Its 7 AM and I woke up Man Pfeww Hell no Gotta get my ass up Embed

Injection Lyrics From snippet Imma put you in the ground, just briefly Cease to exist, B, without a sound thats profound Down 6 feet deep, go to sleep...Embed

I’m Back/Kill You/Under the Influence 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 CALI! I said you dont wanna fuck with Shady Cause Shady will fucking kill you I said you dont wanna fuck with Shady Cause Shady will fucking kill you They said I cant rap about being 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 playin 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 raping his own mother Abusing a whore, snorting coke And we gave him the Rolling 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 bitches 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 fucking kill you I said you dont wanna fuck with Shady Cause Shady will fucking kill you Bitch Ima kill you Cali what the fuck is going on? Shit. How yall doing.... Motherfuckin D! Put em up! Put em up! Put em up! Put em up! Put em up! Put em up! Put em up! Put em up! Put em up! Put em up! So you can suck my dick if you dont like my shit ‘Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dick! Two pills I pop, til my pupils swell up like two pennies Im Clint Eastwood in his mid-twenties A young-ass man with a trash can, strapped to the back Of his ass so the rats cant chew through his last pants Im like a mummy at night, fightin with bright lightnin And frightened with five little white Vicodin pills bitin him Im like a fuckin wasp in the hospital, lost Stingin the fuck outta everything I come across in the halls I light a candle and place it up on the mantel Grab a knife at the blade and stab you with the fuckin handle So when you find yourself wrapped up in the blinds, hurtin ‘Cause once youre hung from the drapes, its curtains Im an instigator, .380 slug penetrator Degradin, creatin murders to kill haters Accused for every crime known through the equator They knew I did it for havin blood on my gators My weedll hit your chest like a double barrel gauge and Im a black grenade thatll blow up in yo face With a fifth in me, when I guzzle Remy I do shit on purpose You never hear me say, Forgive me Im snatchin every penny, it gotta be that way, nigga, face it That weed I sold to you, Brigade laced it You hidin, I make the President get a facelift Niggas just afraid, handin me they bracelets Chillin in the lab wasted, Im the type Thatll drink Kahlua and gin, throw up on the mic Your life is ruined, you get socked right on sight And even at the Million Man March, we gon fight So you can suck my dick if you dont like my shit ‘Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dick! ‘Cause I dont give a fuck if you dont like my shit ‘Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dick! Im a compulsive liar, settin my preacher on fire Slashin your tires, flyin down Fenkell and Meyers Plates expired, soon as Im hired Im fired Jackin my dick off in a bed of barbed wire Bitch, didnt you read the flyer? The special invited guest will be Richard Pryor No, bitch, Im retired Fuckin your bitch in the ass with a tire iron Im ripped, Im on an acid trip My DJs in a coma for lettin the record skip Im fuckin anything when Im snortin Its gonna cost 300 dollars to get my pitbull an abortion Some bitch asked for my autograph I called her a whore, spit beer in her face and laughed I drop bombs like I was in Vietnam All bitches is hoes, even my stinkin-ass mom Ayo, flashback, two feets, two deep up in that ass crack Weed laced with somethin– nigga, pass that! In Amsterdam we only hang out with hash rats At a Stop the Violence rally, I blast gats BMI on publishin; get yo ass capped The Kuniva, divide up yo cash stack Run yo motherfuckin pockets, ASAP I dont need a platinum chain, bitch, I snatched Shaqs Born loser, half thief and half black Bring your boys and your guns and get laughed at Bitch smacker, rich rappers get they Jag jacked And found chopped up in a trash bag So you can suck my dick if you dont like my shit ‘Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dick! ‘Cause I dont give a fuck if you dont like my shit ‘Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dick!Embed

Follow Me LyricsIf u think that u can understand what im sayin then i beg u to repeat it when u run in to me with all the multi syllables all try to deliver n followin the beat Do u follow me Im gone keep it deep when ever given me a beat we gone take it to the street n keep it new n shaken so when ya ready ???Embed

From Olive Us to Olive U Lyrics This is from me to you, not you to me This is from me to you, not you to me This is from me to you, not you to me This is from me to youEmbed

Fight Music Lyrics This kind of music, use it, and you get amped to do shit Whenever you hear some shit and you cant refuse it Its just some shit for these kids to trash they rooms with Just refuse whenever they asked to do shit The type of shit that you dont have to ask who produced it You just know thats the new shit The type of shit that causes mass-confusion And drastic movement of people actin stupid Blocka, blocka, bitch you better blocka Muy blanca, the one you call cracka the nut house hey Hacked up your shit and get the fuck out the way This is fight music, I could go for days And I got a gay gun that go both ways kicking your face in, never jam yo If you into what Im into we could play around and Rambo Suited up in camo, I just loaded the ammo Automatic, touchy, kill the whole back row Smashing the glasses, out on the weapon To the point Im not livin but Ill be back in a minute They want me off the streets, they want me pyscho and committed And the cops know I did it, they just want me to admit it Halon spit it, just cut to the chase I make shit to fight to, to break his fucking face This kind of music, use it, and you get amped to do shit Whenever you hear some shit and you cant refuse it Its just some shit for these kids to trash they rooms with Just refuse whenever they asked to do shit The type of shit that you dont have to ask who produced it You just know thats the new shit The type of shit that causes mass-confusion And drastic movement of people actin stupid I got the poker face on, but is this poker nah Im letting my fists go on yall till someone get a broken jaw Got these bitches hoping I dont swing harder than my potent rhymes Cause if I do then damn it might as well call the fight over now I kick the illest and realest shit to make you wanna straight slap a bitch Make me wanna clack and compromise the fact Im catholic Give em two scoops of bravery mixed with a clip A cup of loud, drunk talkers, short fuse, not shit And two minutes later you get a riot bigger than L.As All I gotta do is perform one time and bitch hells raised Im well raised but I disrespect any bitch that dont come correct So if she dont wanna get decked, she better help me with this Tech Im bout to shoot up the whole function Anybody who dont wanna get it, better be my accomplice If you dont wanna bump heads, you better help me go fight This tha Product motherfucker, AKA Ms. Snow White This kind of music, use it, and you get amped to do shit Whenever you hear some shit and you cant refuse it Its just some shit for these kids to trash they rooms with Just refuse whenever they asked to do shit The type of shit that you dont have to ask who produced it You just know thats the new shit The type of shit that causes mass-confusion And drastic movement of people actin stupid1Embed

One-Handed Juggler Lyrics A new day is dawned upon us, the grass is green Its time for the letter thirteen To make an entrance and put my foot forward And take a step forward, now take the scene Thats fine, the setup with your cold busted deaf rhymes Ive heard enough of that to last me a lifetime The fuse is lit, now just stay clear from And prepare your eardrums to hear some fierce piercing An ear-piercing sound Lyrics that are gruesome cause I determine the deuce Im coming with damage at the weakened ones who kicked them Lyrics so simple, you could literally predict them Try to go a little bit fast, with the jam, keep it with the band making it even harder to handle So do not try to hang with the gang, what you can do is hang with the senseless I am relentless, sent to the click or two forces its not an easy chore But as soon as I got the mic just track the M&M is talkin about the Nikes To gain speed, guess Ill lead the new breed I speed the stampede, to make a man bleed Im reckless, unaffected, when I wreck this Formed this, but that enormous When I strike I feel angry, total anguish But I fake where you panic, then I vanish, from his sight Cause think of us as blind, knowledge is to realize Give it chance to stick into your skull and your real eyes The richer will never see me coming, and thats a bet Next time youre getting stupid trying to be prepared Damn My dreams alive, it give me something to strive for The fact that I drive good made me wanna drive more Reach the flip side I put aside the mom side Ha-ta-ta-ta I walk on the wild side I stand in the jungle, the jungle with both hands I swing on vines, in the trees flyin, Tarzan A lot of people say I dressed up and disappeared Cause that the fact that I say that somebody wish they were here But if Im making a point, I make sure that its sounding good I dont just put words together that sound good Now Im tired, I thought of which way I could say, Ok this clean Leading on a single, footprint in the sand Its amazing how fast the boy couldve become a man And I said I know man, something as a donkey Just said like a honkey? Huh-uh, no Do I need to prove this? Most likely, yes So lastly, just do it before I can go One, two, three Taking it to the limit, once again, its a single dance in behind In a minute, Im going a million miles, and give it a punch line Making the mess of everybody, and leaving them in the mist Imma be knocking out so fast, that he be showing a clench So be thinking, ready to give it a shot You better be set to give it every single ounce of energy that you got And now your holdin a mic forget time the rammers in the backseat And shut your damn mouth Beat going, juggle the beat gone, I cast you outEmbed

The Storm LyricsIt’s the calm before the storm right here Wait, how was I gonna start this off? I forgot… oh, yeah That’s an awfully hot coffee pot Should I drop it on Donald Trump? Probably not But that’s all I got ‘til I come up with a solid plot Got a plan and now I gotta hatch it Like a damn Apache with a tomahawk Imma walk inside a mosque on Ramadan And say a prayer that every time Melania talks She gets a mou… Ahh, Imma stop But we better give Obama props ’Cause what we got in office now’s a kamikaze That’ll probably cause a nuclear holocaust And while the drama pops And he waits for shit to quiet down, he’ll just gas his plane up and fly around ‘til the bombing stops Intensities heightened, tensions arе risin’ Trump, when it comes to giving a shit, you’re stingy as I am Excеpt when it comes to having the balls to go against me, you hide ‘em ’Cause you don’t got the fucking nuts like an empty asylum Racism’s the only thing he’s fantastic for ’Cause that’s how he gets his fucking rocks off and he’s orange Yeah, sick tan That’s why he wants us to disband ’Cause he cannot withstand The fact we’re not afraid of Trump Fuck walkin’ on egg shells, I came to stomp That’s why he keeps screamin’ ‘Drain the swamp’ ’Cause he’s in quicksand It’s like we take a step forwards, then backwards But this is his form of distraction Plus, he gets an enormous reaction When he attacks the NFL so we focus on that Instead of talking Puerto Rico or gun reform for Nevada All these horrible tragedies and he’s bored and would rather Cause a Twitter storm with the Packers Then says he wants to lower our taxes Then who’s gonna pay for his extravagant trips Back and forth with his fam to his golf resorts and his mansions? Same shit that he tormented Hillary for and he slandered Then does it more From his endorsement of Bannon Support for the Klansmen Tiki torches in hand for the soldier that’s black And comes home from Iraq And is still told to go back to Africa Fork and a dagger in this racist 94-year-old grandpa Who keeps ignoring our past historical, deplorable factors Now if you’re a black athlete, you’re a spoiled little brat for Tryna use your platform or your stature To try to give those a voice who don’t have one He says, ‘You’re spittin’ in the face of vets who fought for us, you bastards!’ Unless you’re a POW who’s tortured and battered ’Cause to him you’re zeros ’Cause he don’t like his war heroes captured That’s not disrespecting the military Fuck that! This is for Colin, ball up a fist! And keep that shit balled like Donald the bitch! ’He’s gonna get rid of all immigrants!’ ’He’s gonna build that thang up taller than this!’ Well, if he does build it, I hope it’s rock solid with bricks ’Cause like him in politics, I’m using all of his tricks ’Cause I’m throwin’ that piece of shit against the wall ‘til it sticks And any fan of mine who’s a supporter of his I’m drawing in the sand a line: you’re either for or against And if you can’t decide who you like more and you’re split On who you should stand beside, I’ll do it for you with this: Fuck you! The rest of America stand up We love our military, and we love our country But we fuckin hate Trump!Embed

Rex Lyrics Dial tone Hi, can I speak to Rex please? How ya doin, um, my names Ken Um, Im lookin for a buddy Just- cold work my wife is sitting right here Um, just a buddy, like, you know, a friend Someone to pal around with Im thirty-two, Im, Im single Can it be arranged? Um, whenever If you have time tonight, um, thatd be great I mean, Im just- Im really waiting Cock massage, whatever Im just really ready Ive been waiting too long I mean, Im just ready You know, like Alright, do you use lubricants? Cause- okay Aww, good, thank god, cause- I was wondering cause I never, I never did this before But man... Rex Really? Um, okay, what about tomorrow Okay, if- what time should I call Ok- are we gonna fuck or what cause Im ready Please? Hangs up 1Embed

I Hear Them Calling Me Lyrics I hear them calling me Will I answer, answer I see them chasing me Will I run from them, run from them I hear them calling me Will I answer, answer I see them chasing me Will I run from them, run from them Verse 1 Lil B: 15, 16 started off a young man Head in another place no Myspace Older dudes run around with guns on they hip Berkely California man I got love for that shit Every day I stay awake cos Im thinking when they coming Old friends who grew up with Really cant trust them Man the cops is watching me So you really cant bust him Looking all through your еmails Reading your discussions Whats to believе they talking about Illuminati And the secret government that allegedly inside it Man Im sitting in my circle Blowing blunts to the head Im just trying to live my life And not in up jail or dead Probation laws got me tripping all off the feds All this was over funds and some motherfucking gas While its people in the world who aint got no fucking passion I can see it in my rear-view Im finna break this glass I hear them calling me Will I answer, answer I see them chasing me Will I run from them, run from them I hear them calling me Will I answer, answer I see them chasing me Will I run from them, run from them Verse 2 Lil B: I still so based And people still in panic Whats going on I just dont understand it Some people fake And some of them underhanded Some underrated Most of them stranded I wish life had a guide and came with a pamphlet To show me where to go And the things that is tragic Who really knows what you doing every day And if you made the wrong moves that lead to your fate And tell me about them asses And how we eat in classes The first time offenders Thats never given chances And the people need justice The ones living honest We go ? man And they ever take my life man I give you the promise I did it for the love Never for the dollars Stay based for life And minimize the losses I realize that Im a living prophet We are gods I hear them calling me Will I answer, answer I see them chasing me Will I run from them, run from them I hear them calling me Will I answer, answer I see them chasing me Will I run from them, run from themEmbed

Testify Lyrics Yeah! Come on! Come on! ATL! Yeah! Haha! Woo! If you feel like youve been touched By our music that is Nowadays everybody just wanna poke they nose in our business What is this some kind of joke? Man, everywhere I go all Im hearing is mo talk Whats up with Jada and Fat Joe? Doin a song with ol boy on a song New York Man, I thought you just did a song with them both? Man, the streets wanna know how you gonna go and diss Michael You should get your ghetto pass revoked I never had no ghetto pass, you asshole You really wanna know, when I did live in the ghetto I kept a trespassing charge up at the railroad tracks So I suggest you get your facts straight before you go This assuming to know I aint grow up in no trailer park just cause I was poor Man this is my testimo-ny to those that dont know Me, and feel like they do If not to feel compelled to go and speak on me too So this dick goes to you and this dick goes to you And if you feel like you want it then you can get it too And when youre through pass it to the person next to you Ayo, Stat get on the mic and come and spit a few Motherfuckers so quick, to spit, bullshit Stat Quo, whos this, Em gave me the assist Shorty got a full clip, standing in the pulpit A-Town misfit, reppin that south shit Back four or some years ago, foe was hating, I hear them My flow is skating across the track, rollerblading Losing patience, want to get on chasing but this taking all my, energy Tired of waiting, people faking fronting like they kin to me When they really enemies, give a fuck what it is Cause, this what it gonna be, Shady/Aftermath, lately GMM, baby, young nigga out them projects Thomasville Grady hospital, Friedas only baby Niggas biting my style get rabies Fuck you, pay me, eat a cock, swallow shit And plus you aint fucking with this, so dont trip, haha Them little boys see it, what an incredible twist I write incredible script That fit in with the plot its endless Now testify to this Let it bang when you hear, this is classic shit!Embed

Firecracker Lyrics Light the fuse Light the fuse Light the fuse Uh, come on Light the fuse Snap, crackle, pop Ima attack on the spot Ransack em or drop, baffle the block Time to dip em like a bath or something And I have to kick a knee, to be gang or eat slang Cause I got a clean sweep Its time to flip up, swap a Rapping to nice truck deal Let the hammer hit the head of the nail for a minute These game-ateurs, amateurs are weak So the rabbit thats gonna devour like a scavenger With the strength of an abomination, Im an abomination with rhymes Scratches I see whats dreadful Its broken up like an ankle Im talkin no sprained, limbs are dangling Im anglin, angling suckas then I pound em But rapping in so many different styles that you can never even count em And burn like charcoal The smoke will be all I need We smoke all the joints, then we burn out forty pounds of weed And once the birds are packed in these verses, I rehearse Then I burst into action, my verse like a backspin Feeling funnels of and tumbling Losing them in the jungle upon my whim like a tumbleweed Thatll show you I will finalize when an idol pass Strippin the vital path, fill the recital path Youd be surprised how many MCs I can take out at once Dont try and fight this youll be chewing out fat for months So feel the wrong side, when I From the blindside, make a ride, hop over to see And let the rhyme die Scratches This one more rhyme to lift or boost your spirits if you head to skip This one for your short , cause I Whole entire place lit up like a fireplace I might need a wider space to set up the high pace Cause I have to more than that, so I throw it back to rhymes after the Yeah, cause I can feel it The energy levels quickly growin Uh, on the beat Made a mom to a man Man, its maliciously Oh, you can try to prevail, but you wont Cause you dont have the stamina to stand with the man its time to play diesel And watch MCs run But dont forget the dynamite, theres a small pack at the store So a firecracker could be deadlier than a gunEmbed

My Buddy Lyrics I dont take a lot of advice My lifestyles product and dice And guns thatll target your pipe Its sort of life approaching the don Wrong word, wrong vibe Four-five will leave most of you harmed Move coke through the ocean Paid off the coast guard Sailed out to Cuba made dure shits potent Violence with caution And aint too many niggas you know That got polished transporting Egg-nog whip, four door Ferrari Two M16s, I beg yall flip Im the hardest nigga you know Check it out, turned forty keys to eighty When I get in the dough So I flash like cameras, blast like hammers I worry bout you lil niggas just like your grandmas Get shit jumping like the play offs Every twenty minutes a day Give or take, I knock a K off Been in the hood for real long Catch me anywhere and I got a half a mil on Jada, kiss you now, you die now Why later? Double R and D-Block All these sweet ass niggas give me space Basic look, something light but Im heavy at chase Let the nine blow out your face Better hope I roll 4,5,6, cause its on if I ace Motherfuckers aint hard, you pussy god I treat the whole New York like the yard Stick to myself, nigga front, Sheek pulling his card I dont think these niggas got brains Knowing that Im working with, ahh, little bit of change And will hop out the drivers side of the Range And shoot all around like a young Dan Ainge Sheek get it popping like a dope heads veins With two dancers with me but not like Kanes You as fake as these T.V. shows I aint watching but I know how the ending goes Mad holes through the side of your Benz Everybody running off, nothing like the finale of Friends You talk greezy but its only talk You dont mean no harm like George do Weezie When Sheek have beef its like Dre and Eazy Big and Pac, somebody better leave me Its D-Block, celebrate nigga Everything cool, I got my smoke and lil bit of liquorEmbed

Hit ’Em Up Lyrics Aiyyo Head, thats why I fucked your mother you fat motherfucker Kill Whitey - Kill Whitey Kill Whitey Kill Whitey First off, fuck your songs and the shit you say Diss my wife, but at least I got a bitch, you gay You claim to be a Muslim but you Irish White So fuck you fat boy, drop the mic, lets fight Plus I punch you in the chest, weak hearts I rip Whitey Ford, forty and white, lethargic ass dickhead I keep em comin while you runnin out of breath Steady duckin while Im punchin at your chest, you need to rest Dilated, go ask your people how I leave ya With your three CDs, nobody sees, when they released Evidence, dont fuck around with Real MCs Who aint ready for no underground beef, so fuck geeks I let you faggots know its on for life But Everlast might die tonight, haha Fat boy murdered on wax and killed Fuck with me and take a heart pill, you know Grab 380s when you see Slim Shady Call the doctor to heal your heart They shocked you back to life at the clinic But you bout to get relapsed any minute Honkey, I hit em up Hahaha, yo Check This out You faggots aint even on my level Ima let D-12 ride on you bitch-made ass faots Yo, Get out the way yo, get out the way yo Whitey Fords heart just stopped Eminem shocked him back, he had another heart attack Whitey Fords gettin his ass floored for talkin back Little faggot Hamburgular, I show you where the burgers are At your own restaraunt, while Im servin ya Drop and stomp your whole heart til it stops Call the cops, Ima beat your ass while they watch Ha ha, now we got the whole industry makin fun of you Erik Wheres your House of Pain now? Theres only one of you Erik You a petty coward, you aint ready to steady go a round With some killers from 7 Mile to the motherfuckin Belle Isle Bridge Grab 380s when you see Slim Shady Call the doctor to heal your heart They shocked you back to life at the clinic But you bout to get relapsed any minute Honkey, I hit em up Got in his ass and now this faggot wanna mention me still This aint no freestyle battle Everlast gettin killed With his chest open Tryin to throw a fuckin punch, but you just chokin Havin a stroke and now you learn why crackers never earned a dime Cause you SUCK motherfucker you should learn to rhyme Talkin bout you packin pistols but its funny to me You aint never been in trouble, you just wanna be me Im a paleface killer whale On his way to fuckin prison, pistol whippin tail, ha Erik remember when I passed you in the lobby that day? That shit was obvious you probably was gay, ha Now its all about country, you gave up hip-hop Forty-nine thousand copies, the week your shit drop While my Sales Makin records break Two and a half million scanned by the second week Motherfucker I hit em up Im from Detroits Pemberton Ave., where bullets tear you in half Fuck the music, we got an uzi for all you fags Get the shit out of our stereo, Dilated you violated Now you bout to get annihilated, we gon bury you Iriscience get choked up and yoked up All you underground bitches get your throats cut What the fuck?! Is you stupid? I choke Whitey Ford with his fuckin guitar cord And Stuff Him in cardboard, chopped up in a box With sixteen parts, I stomped on his heart D-12, Amityville, fuck your mother while you watch Keep your restaraunt locked and block your door Cause we Hit Em Up like motherfuckin 2Pac Shakur You a, Black Jesus, heart attack seizures Too many cheeseburgers McDonalds Big Mac greases White devil, washed up honkey Mixed up cracker who crossed over to country Yo, aiyyo cut this shit off Fuck him, thats it, Im done, I promise, Im done, thats it Im sorry, Im sorry, Im sorry, I promise I just believe in kickin a man while hes down God damn I quit Mention my daughters name in a song again you fuckin punk1Embed

Eminem’s Chart History LyricsAlbums & EPs 1999 The Slim Shady LP 2000 The Marshall Mathers LP 2002 The Eminem Show 2004 Encore 2005 Curtain Call: The Hits 2009 Relapse 2010 Recovery 2013 The Marshall Mathers LP 2 2018 Kamikaze Revival 2020 Music To Be Murdered BySongs 1999 My Name Is 2000 The Real Slim Shady The Way I Am 2001 Stan 2002 Without Me Cleanin Out My Closet Lose Yourself 2003 Superman Sing For The Moment 2004 Just Lose It 2005 Encore Like Toy Soliders Mockingbird Ass Like That When Im Gone 2006 Shake That 2009 We Made You 3am Old Times Sake Beautiful Insane 2010 Elevator Hell Breaks Loose Music Box Not Afraid 25 to Life Talkin 2 Myself Cold Wind Blows Wont Back Down No Love Love The Way You Lie 2013 Beautiful Pain The Monster 2014 Survival Rap God Berzerk Headlights Guts Over Fear 2015 Phenomenal Kings Never Die 2018 Revival 2020 GodzillaEmbed

The Pharmacy LyricsYo Andre... Let me in! Its Marshall! Tryna get in the Pharmacy To get some of that Darvocet Andre! Hello?!Embed

Eminem - The Storm Lyrics Qasırğa öncəsi səssizlik tamamən burada Bir dəqiqə, necə başlayırdım? Unutdum… oh yeah Bu, çox isti bir qəhvə Bəlkə bunu Donald Trumpın üstünə töküm? Böyük ehtimalla, yox Amma ağlıma bomba bir hadisə mövzusu gələnə kimi əlimdə olan bu İndi isə bir planım var və bunu göstərməliyəm Eynilə əlində qızıldərili baltası olan bir Apachiyəm Bir Ramazan günündə məscidə girəcəm Və Melanie hər danışanda bir dua edəcəm Ağzına alac— ahh, burada dayanıram Amma Obamanın haqqını verməliyik Çünki hazırda yerində nüvə savaşına səbəb ola biləcək Bir kamikaze oturur Və hər şey zibilə qalanda Trump vəziyyətin sakitləşməsini gözləmək üçün təyyarəsini minəcək və qaza basacaq Və dayanmadan uçacaq, ta ki bombalar bitənə kimi Gerilim artdı, təzyiqlər yüksəldi Trump, işlər qəlizləşəndə mənim qədər pulgözsən Əlbəttə, mənə qarşı çıxmağın üçün cəsarətli bir adam olmalısan, amma elə deyilsən Çünki səndə cəsarət falan yoxdu, boş bir ağıl xəstəxanası kimisən Trumpın fantastik olduğu tək şey irqçilik Çünki ancaq bu şəkildə coşa bilir və o narıncı Yeah, bir lənətə gəlmiş boz Buna görə bizi bölmək istəyir Çünki Trumpdan qorxmuruq həqiqətinə inanmaq istəmir Həqiqət budur ki, biz Trumpdan qorxmuruq Yumurta qabığında gəzməyə lənət olsun, mən qabığı qırmağa gəldim Buna görə tez-tez O bataqlığı qurudun! deyə qışqırır Çünki Trump bataqlığın içində Sanki bir addım irəli, bir addım geri atırıq Amma onun bu diqqət dağıtma qabiliyyəti Ayrıca NFL komandasına hücumda bir reaksiya aldı, hamı buna diqqətini yönəltdi Puerto Riko və Nevada silah reformasiyasına, bütün bu qorxunc şeylər haqqında danışacağına Bezəndə Packers ilə Twitterda hadisə törətməyi seçdi Sonra da çıxıb vergiləri azaldacağını deyir Bəs sonra kim ödəyəcək onun bahalı səyahətlərinin pulunu? Ailəsiylə birlikdə qolf meydanlarından köşklərə gediş-gəliş pulunu? Hillaryə atdığı böhtanların hamısını özü edir Bannonın dediyi şeyləri təsdiqləməkdən Ku Klux Klanı dəstəkləmənə qədər.. Qaradərili olsa da, İraqdan evinə gələcəyi üçün əlində məşəllərlə gözləyən yaxınları var Sən isə onların Afrikaya geri dönməli olduqlarını deyirsən 94 yaşındakı bu irqçi babanın çəngəl və xəncəri var Bu adam bizim tariximizi və daxili faktorlarımızı görməzlikdən gəlir Bu aralar zənci bir idmançısansa, səsi olmayanların səsi olmaq üçün Olduğun platformanı və yerdən istifadə etmək istəyəndə sənə vələd deyirlər Adam durub Bizim üçün savaşan əsgərlərin üzünə tüpürürsünüz piçlər deyir Əlbəttə, işgəncə görüb döyülən bir əsgər deyilsənsə Çünki onun gözündə sıfırsınız, o, savaş qəhrəmanlarının əsir alınmasını sevmir Bu orduya qarşı hörmətsizlik deyil Rəddolun, bu Colin üçün, yumruğunu sıx və qolunu qaldır! Bəm-bərk sıx yumruğunu cənab fahişə Donald kimi Yox bir, Bütün qaçqınlardan qurtulacaqmışıq Yox bir, Bu divarlardan daha böyük bir divar hörəcəkmiş Yaxşı, əgər hörsən, ümid edirəm, sərt olar Çünki onun siyasətdə etdiyi kimi, bütün hilələrdən istifadə edirəm Çünki divara yapışana kimi sözlərimi deyirəm, onun kimi Və onu dəstəkləyən dinləyicilərimı deyirəm Bu quma bir xətt çəkirəm, ya mənimləsən, ya da onunla Və kimi çox sevdiyinə qərar verə bilmirsənsə Kimin yanında olacağına qərar verə bilmirsənsə Bununla işinizi asanlaşdıracam Sikdirin! Amerikanın geri qalanı, ayağa qalx! Ordumuzu sevirik, bütün ölkəni sevirik Amma Trumpdan dəli kimi nifrət edirik!Embed

Psychopath Killer Remix Lyrics Damn son, whered you find this? See the key to a kilo is to be low key bro Dont skeet on these streets bro TIME AND PLACE FOR THAT So be Loki bro And when youre ready to go skeet, go Thor on your Whore like she dont want it no more Drop the Hammer, cram her -- fuck that -- body slam her with no manners Like Bruce Banner, but even madder Another one and done, but the real fun with a stupid naked cunt comes from making her run And she weighs a ton And I sit back when Im done Click clack in my backpack son Cuz my wife for life is that heater Keep her when I need her Date her at the movie theater Like a James Holmes Repeater A James Holmes Repeater A James Holmes Repeater Fuck batman I wanna be like that man Got a call from my therapist, went there, stood on his chair and just Pissed in the air And said a prayer like Dear Lord, Fuck a shrink I drink before I think, and it all makes sense! Otherwise Im thinkin without blinkin when Im on the fence Flipping the fucking Lincoln at my own expense Cuz Abes head is like mine AGAINST COMMENT SENSE So gimme a penny or some henny, and Ill figure out the rest Amen Im a psychopath, Im never keepin it plain Lyrical murder is somethin Ive been about Ever since I was a little kid, doodlin in class Drew a picture of my teacher, bullet in his head, ruler in his ass With a toilet in front of him, throwin up, pissed off Prolly symbolic of this thought, sick taught Until my inner enemy interrupts Im havin nightmares of leavin behind my dreams With anything less than a full bank Its like Im General Hong, and Im standin in front of a gun Im puttin myself in the way of a bullet to pull rank The hood is over my eyes but the wool aint Yeah, got the mentality of bein with a wizard Every award show, we dont even get considered How do you sell somethin thats so lyrical To a kid who wouldnt know what was hittin if it hit him? Now I wanna talk about these niggas from Detroit Before me and Shady, who was thinkin bout Detroit? We put the world onto it so watch how you say fuck me You just might jinx yourself, whoops, your girl gon do it Cause I was in that 911 in Chicago, 911 at the same time I had already been grindin since 97, thats longevity And if you think youre lyrically better, you better be a killer Oh yeah You aint ever seen a motherfucker get realer Pull an automatic on anybody sporadic I choose Cause aint nobody iller, no one, nobody for realer This elite drinker is the ringleader Im a deep thinker, Im a street preacher With a street sweeper full of heat seekers In your Jeep speakers Imma keep ringers I dont need heaters, I got the meat cleaver Welcome to the slaughterhouse Niggas try to tell me I spell too much Capital S to the laugh to the T-E-R Ho, U-S-E, now go to hell you fucks, word Making work disappear quick as magic Abracadabra, the trafficker blacker than Africa Can you imagine a nigga flipping bread for the blood? Money like Dracula has him a spatula, ask me a question Am I the best with the flexing? Fuck yes with the goon talk I just moonwalk all over the beat then Im lightin up the street CROOKED going Michael Jackson on Thriller Oh yeah You aint ever seen a motherfucker get realer Pull an automatic on anybody sporadic I choose Cause aint nobody iller, no one, nobody for realer Feelin it in the air, breathe it in the night Staring at the full moon Did you ever think you would come to find? Maybe in my dreams The thought of retiring Is makin me want to set your daughter on fire with a soldering iron and What up ma, Im applyin for the rim job, are you hirin? Im hopin to fill up your openin Oh but I know I gotta meet a lot of requirements First I gotta accept youre in a lobby in Ireland And youve probably already been with all the Slaughter and I am in No mood to be playin second fiddle, slob on this violin With no strings attached Im just the product of a hostile environment But bein brought up so wrought up inspired But I dont know why, its still like Im caught up inside a whirlpool Not an appliance, but applyin this science, I psychotically rhyme And its like stars are aligned all in alliance Heart of a lion, balls of Goliath Obscene talk intertwined like a beanstalk and a vine But I keep walkin the line between the wrong and the right But everything I write seems wrong and its like Im ecstatic at all the static that I can still cause In the fabric of our modern society Now Catholics are panicking cause I snapped back to my old antics and shenanigans Dammit, the Popes mad again Probably shouldnt have ran up in the Vatican with that mannequin Singin Bagpipes from Baghdad again In my dads drag, draggin a faggot in a GLAAD bag Wont be the last time I make a dramatic entrance like that again You thought I was lyin when I said I think that Im crossin the line again Ive lost my mind, caution oh God I think Ive just thought of another fucking line Forgive me father, for I have sinned But hip hop has left me brainwashed with a violent streak Defiant, now the odds of me tryin to fuckin be quiet Probably gotta be bout as high as the Jolly Green Giant After hes fallen in pollen next to a killer beehive colony tryin to sneak by it While his feet stomp, follow me while I revive rap Ima start up a rioting, try to stop it or silence it Youre not gonna, might as well just hit the block in your joggin attire in Boston, across the marathon finish line than to Put your thoughts against mine Cause the arsenal I havell scar you for life, worse than Dzhokhar Tsarnaev with bombs, pliers and barbed wire Your bars are like Barney Fife with a fucking Swiss army knife A saberless Darth Vader with arthritis in a bar fight With the Dark Knight on a dark night with his arms tied up Im Dahmer-like when Im on the mic, Im not gonna lie I perform like Im gonna die at the end of a song so its hard for the rhyme to end Like fuck em all Im just ridin Like I’m locked up inside of a shot up Bonnie and Clyde car Uncle Ronnie was driving, bout to burst in through the side door Of Arkham Asylum and park in the dining room Oh yeah You aint ever seen a motherfucker get realer Pull an automatic on anybody sporadic I choose Cause aint nobody iller, no one, nobody for realer Embed

Get Buzzed Lyrics What up, dog? DJ Butter, yall You ready? Ayo Before we- Ayo Before this CD, Shit Happens begins to play Please stock up on your liquor Your weed Your whores, bash faggots Your popcorn, bash faggots And your drugs, bash faggots And enjoy the sound of Detroits own, DJ Butter, bash faggots This is Slim Shady, and I am high, bash faggots Oh, and by the way, I am not a gay basher, bash faggots Shit Happens, yall Whether its good or bad Yall cant stop these mixtapes Its like bustin skeet through meat All my guys are guy-s from the D Get geeked!Embed

From Tha D Lyrics REMIX Detroit! From Tha D From Tha D From Tha D From Tha D From Tha D From Tha D From Tha D From Tha D From Tha D From Tha D From Tha D From Tha D Ooh wow, look at these bitches up in this club Man Im getting me some digits fore I leave up out this club and its like Ooh pow wham bam thank you maam I aint kissing you on them lips But Id be glad to shake your hand and lets get blew out Lets start some shit tonight just let me pick a chick then Ima leave me with tonight then we get to fightin then Ooh qow this music makes me rowdy How they gonna play that new Trick Trick and expect no one Its like Ooh wow and one more shot of Hpnotiq And Im out of control My body I go robotic and blow a fusе out Homies is like you startin to stagger and Im likе nah thats just my swagger And Im dancing with this cute black girl and Im Loose now, I dont want to fight I feel like partyin Go until the CD tips my bicardi and bicardi is making me loose my Snooze now and never fails I know Im going to jail I might as well take the laces out of my shoes now From Tha D From Tha D From Tha D From Tha D From Tha D From Tha D From Tha D From Tha D From Tha D From Tha D From Tha D From Tha D Im the kid that rocks The thugs and cops The blacks the whites The whys the nots The young the old The bold and the wicked Now who here has got any Kid Rock tickets I cant fix what isnt broke So mix me up another Jim Beam and Coke Pass the J chop one out Cause thats what a muhfuckers all about! Catch my drift heres my point Im laid and paid and made in Detroit The old Mount Clemens face the bandit The only real mac left on the planet You sell CDs at 2 bucks a pop I make 300 Gs every time a bus stops The kid Proof And if you dont like it then suck my duck RA! From Tha D From Tha D From Tha D From Tha D From Tha D From Tha D From Tha D From Tha D From Tha D From Tha D From Tha D From Tha D Its the bad guy Detroit Citys head buster With a middle finger up like Fuck yall punks Got the whole world pissed off think I give a fuck? Make one wrong move we gon fuck yall niggas up Yall from the Hollyhood I havent seen the place Hit you in the head with the K and then see ya face Make a phone call fore you come to my city Or you leave in a bag with your drawers all shitty Yall talk big shit big fellas on the internet Me Im into demonstrating yall aint did it yet All yo niggas and all yo guns I done been to your city aint seen them once So dont keep talking Ima catch your ass one day Dont keep walking cause you dont really want gun play Swearing you a G, look close no he aint He dun in the first 48 Detroit! From Tha D From Tha D From Tha D From Tha D From Tha D From Tha D From Tha D From Tha D From Tha D From Tha D From Tha D From Tha D Detroit Eminem Kid Rock Trick Trick Big Proof DJ Thrilla Goon Squad True fam What up Make sure to be very careful when going to Detroit its very dangerous out there2Embed

Giving Her the Grind Lyrics Longside Sean da P, yup, ayy She want a real, empty, yuh go Cause she call me on the phone, call me on the line Tellin me that she nah go let mi go, she waan mi all the time Im gonna be givin her the grind, givin her the grind Im properly dealin wid di body, soul and mine, mine, mine, mine I just got a late text, stopping you the late text Practicing on your safe sex world Plus shorty gotta mean back, fiendin, please believe that A minute since I see that girl that she wanna see them apple bottom And I can hardly wait so long Text messages and e-mails, leavin little voice mails She my phone Come over Come over Im doing a hundred , shorty bringin alone Matter fact, hang up the phone, open the door, hey Cause she call me on the phone, call me on the line Tellin me that she nah go let mi go, she waan mi all the time Im gonna be givin her the grind, givin her the grind Im properly dealin wid di body, soul and mine, mine, mine, mine Cause she call me on the phone, call me on the line Tellin me that she nah go let mi go, she waan mi all the time Im gonna be givin her the grind, givin her the grind Im properly dealin wid di body, soul and mine, mine, mine, mine Its SP, di girl dem over easy Dem seek flashback wid di PhD Oh, , and girl Well, yuh done know, girl, I give you to di end Ill be your friend, I know yuh coming back again A weh mi go suh cah mi ca-ca-caught it up, operate inna yuh body Baby, you know that I got my routine You my queen My glove fit cause you know that I be grateful A mi knife well steam up an clean, girl, how you mean? Sexy money need a sexy machine Sean da P real everyday pon di scene, up inna yuh split They come knockin, now they see di red line rocket They better remember not to operate in Cause she call me on the phone, call me on the line Tellin me that she nah go let mi go, she waan mi all the time Im gonna be givin her the grind, givin her the grind Im properly dealin wid di body, soul and mine, mine, mine, mine Cause she call me on the phone, call me on the line Tellin me that she nah go let mi go, she waan mi all the time Im gonna be givin her the grind, givin her the grind Im properly dealin wid di body, soul and mine, mine, mine, mine Yeah, ayo, shorty call me nigga, lookin for that nigga Know I got that goodie, tell me, run them red lights Now a nigga speedin in that four-door Porsche She like, You got young money, come and make my bed right Im like, Okay, momma, long as you dont let the hit start She like, Okay, city baby, Ima keep the head right I know you the man, baby, you dont let the bread start Ima be your stage mama, you can leave my Told her spread her legs, bangin on that Ima bang it harder, mama, they gon hear us next door Sippin on that freaky Moscato Now I got all of her friends really wantin me, my god Cause she call me on the phone, call me on the line Tellin me that she nah go let mi go, she waan mi all the time Im gonna be givin her the grind, givin her the grind Im properly dealin wid di body, soul and mine, mine, mine, mine Cause she call me on the phone, call me on the line Tellin me that she nah go let mi go, she waan mi all the time Im gonna be givin her the grind, givin her the grind Im properly dealin wid di body, soul and mine, mine, mine, mineEmbed

PhatBeats Prank Call Lyrics Good evening may I help you? How you doing I need to get the number for PhatBeats, Los Angeles, California Hold on one moment please Alright, How You Doing? Ok one moment How you doing? O.K. Sir One Moment F.A.T is the name? Right, its real easy Im sorry I have nothing for the data sorry sir Maybe its P-H-A-T I know they got it! I know they have it! PhatBeats Right they got it! Hello? Hello? Ts Time its time I know you guys have it! Who? I know you guys have it! Do you guys have it Is it there? What? last time it came out in May... I mean February 23 and this time Im not going to wait to May 23 but um Ive seen it on the internet and it... Its all over What? Im sorry Im really excited do you have it? What the dialadis? What? What n...no! Um uh uh um the guy with the um the guy who you know Brian! The guy with the the um the yeah the one with the blonde Um ok [I dont know what you mean, if you gave me a name or something then Id know but... You know that guy he does that thing on MTV where you know he um sings that one song what is it ummmmm uh BRIAN!!!!! I got PhatBeats on the phone! Hurry Up! Oh hello haha Hello giggle Hi haha Ok who are you talking about I dont know who youre talking about EMINEM YOU FUCKING BITCH IEmbed

Eminem - Get You Mad LyricsGiriş: Yo, ses kontrol Ses, bir, iki… Siktir Sikim, taşşaklarım! Verse 1: Tutumum N.W.A’inkinden daha kötü Seninle saçma bir şey üstüne savaşacağım Ve yapacak bir şeyi olmayan insanları dissleyeceğim Aynı Cool J’in yaptığı gibi Beni evinin dışında durmuş ‘’Puffy iyi ama Slim Shady çocuklar için!’’ diye bağırırken görüyorsun Hayatıma yeni bir ışıkla bakıyorum Siktir et bana ik mikrofon ver Şarkıları kendim için yazıyorum, ne düşündüğünü siklemiyorum Beni büyük ihtimal yarım yamalak rap yaparken duyacaksın Çünkü artık rapi sevmiyorum Porno kariyerimin başlaması için uğraşıyorum Her yerde ve her olayda bulundum Siktir, Dre beni giderken valizin içine tıkadı Anlaşmak mı istiyorsun? Bu 5 derse çalış Ders 1: Anlaşmalı rapperlara bolca demo gönder Ders 2: Karşılarına çık ve onları dissle Onlara demo gönderme, onları kaçır Ve onları mekanına gelip, dinlemeye zorla. Ders 3: Stüdyoda bir iş bul Demoları Canibus ile değiş ve kendi demolarını patronun masasına koy Ders 4: Bunu daha önce duydun ‘’Hey, bana numaranı ver, seni yarın arayacağız!’’ Eğer bir anlaşma imzalamak istiyorsan asla hayran gibi davranma A&R şirketindeki en beyaz kişiyi bul Onu tut ve yapabileceğin en boktan rapi yap Ders 5: Jive stüdyosundan biriyle tanış I.C.P gibi giyin ve onların gelip seni canlı izlemesini sağla Ve işte anahtar, ama beni eğer sokakta görürsen Siklemeyeceğim orospu, yanıma gelmeye çalışma Tuvalet suyu götüme sıçrıyor çünkü ben rap yaparken sıçıyorum Aynı Master P gibi Paula Jones’a blowjob yaptırdım ve ağzına kökledim Toplarım, iki köprücük kemiğinide kırdı Mya’ya söyle tüm bu olanlar ehh-işteydi Alyssa Milano’ya sifilis ve belsoğukluğu ver Ve takıldığım üç kızda bana ‘’Görüşürüz!’’ diyor ‘Çünkü Brandy ve Monica beni Aaliyah’ı sikerken yakaladı Banyoda suyla oynuyorum Bir avuç dolusu hapı, ortadan ikiye böl, iç ve gül Beyaz serseri, sen çim biçme makinene gaz doldururken Karını götünden sikiyor Nakarat: Yani ben özgüvenini zedeledim ve seni çok kötü dissledim? Biliyorsun bunu sadece seni kızdırmak için söylüyorum Ve ben senin olmasını istediğin boktan şeylerden bahsederken Biliyorsun ki sadece seni kızdırmak için söylüyorum Bu şarkıyı dinleyemem, bu çok üzücü Biliyorsun ki sadece seni kızdırmak için söylüyorum O başaramayacak, bileğindeki kesik çok kötü Biliyorsun ki sadece seni kızdırmak için söylüyorum Verse 2 Ne güzel bir gün! Dışarı çıkıp, oynamalıyım Evde oturup, kış uykusuna yatmak için bir sebebim yok Hey, Renee! Yoluna bir bomba fırlatmak üzereyim o yüzden yoldan çekil Jiletten yapılmış AIDS’li bir kılıçtan korkuyor musun? Üzerinden kan damlıyor Karnını deşiyor aynı tutkal gibi Bir çok şey söylüyorsun ama asla iyi değilsin Ben seni bir yastıkla boğabilecek kadar deliyim İnekleri öldürdüm sırf şaka olsun diye Zıpladım ve bir zürafayı boğdum Boynunu kırdım ve ikiye ayırdım Af diliyorum, sahneye çıkıyorum Ve Cage’e Ajan Orange ile saydırıyorum Sonrada kıçımı onun Source’taki sayfasıyla siliyorum Şeytan burada, bu sene ortaya çıkıyor Ses kutusunu parçaladım ve kulağına bağırdım Bu hile değil, orospu bu bir imaj Sikliyor muyum? Siklemek ne demek bilmiyorum ‘’Evet, bu adamın iyi olduğunu düşünmüyorum’’ Kafam çok iyi, seni canlı bir kediyle öldürürüm Ben senin… Ben senin… Taşşaklarını dolabına koyarım Taşşaklarına çivili sopayla vururum Boynunu keser, kafanı arkaya çeviririm Ve seni öyle bırakırım Sen seni Chris-stiff-er Reeves’ten bile biçimsiz bir şekilde bırakmaya can atan Likörleri karıştıran bir serseriyi tetikledin Annen emzirirken ona et yiyen bakteriler vereceğim Ben bir çekiç alıp, dizlerini kıracak Sonrada South Central L.A.’de dizleri kanarken yüreyecek birinden daha hastayım Ertesi gün solunum makinesinde uyanıyorsun Vurulduğun an aklına geliyor ve sahne tekrarlıyor Eğer yaşarsan bunu anlatmaktan korkacaksın Aynı Biggie ve Pac şakası gibi Nakarat: Yani ben özgüvenini zedeledim ve seni çok kötü dissledim? Biliyorsun bunu sadece seni kızdırmak için söylüyorum Ve ben senin olmasını istediğin boktan şeylerden bahsederken Biliyorsun ki sadece seni kızdırmak için söylüyorum Bu şarkıyı dinleyemem, bu çok üzücü Biliyorsun ki sadece seni kızdırmak için söylüyorum O başaramayacak, bileğindeki kesik çok kötü Biliyorsun ki sadece seni kızdırmak için söylüyorum Çıkış: Biliyorum bu seni çok kızdırıyor, değil mi? Bu doğru Slim Shady Sway & Tech Orospu Biz siklemiyoruz, umursamıyoruz O zaman sikimi yala Shady 3.03Embed

The Real Slim Shady Lyrics Eyo, whats going on, my name is Eminem and youre listening to the Stretch Armstrong and Whoo Kid mixtape, stupid The Murda Mixtape; if you dont like it suck my penis You know that little thing 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 {Aww!} Its the return of the… Ah, 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 nothing 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? 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 the 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 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 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 90% 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 30 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 And every single person is a Slim Shady lurking He could be working at Burger King Spittin on your onion rings Or in the parking lot, circling, screamin, 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? 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 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 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 there’s a Slim Shady in all of us Fuck it, let’s all stand up1Embed

Smack That LyricsI feel you creeping, I can see you from my shadow Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo Maybe go to my place and just kick it like TaeBo And possibly bend you over look back and watch me Smack that all on the floor Smack that give me some more Smack that till you get sore Smack that!Embed

We Did It LyricsYeah We did it We did it We did it We did it We did it We did it We did it We did it We did it Yeah Hate to sound like a broken record but, we did it What else we gon do, huh? What else we gon do but hustle? Grind, go hard man We in a position where we gotta succeed, by any means necessary Failure is not an option Cause if we do fail, its back to the drawing boardEmbed

Mancow Lyrics Hi, my name is, my name is nobody famous Guess what? Im an anus Im here with Mancow, haha You know how I do it, cause I kick this fluid when i do it I bust it, I kill it and I crush it with Mancow You dont understand how we do it We land now with hits and freestyle flows Cuz we the ish, I said ish backwards and guess what that is... Shhh, yea I cant say that, yo, hit the playback Check it, cause rappers dont know how to display that Rhymes that I be kicking, freestyle when I be kicking Sticking these, ribs sticking out, poverty stricken Im all hungry cause I aint ate in ten minutes Im infinite, oh, hey, check it out, Im Ken Kaniff Oh, hi there man, oh yeah Hell no bro, oh yeah, no, yeah Oh here I am Im chillin with Mancow You know how we do it man you know we got the know how Mancow kick a freestyle2Embed

They Wanna Kill Me Lyrics Nigga, nigga you cant do that. Nigga you are wrong These motherfuckers wanna kill me! Probably cause Im fly as fuck Only nigga in the club be high like what They wanna kill me! Probably cause his characters tight Im the rapper that they make sure they bitch dont like They wanna kill me! See they jealous of sale Cause he talented, with his arrogant self They wanna kill me! Bust him in the hood like what They dont understand, hell keep makin em go nuts Kill me! Homeboy, yous a fag You got your mommas traits, you gossip like a bitch Hate a nigga cause your mans getting rich Im from the slums, dumb son of a bitch Sold crack like nino, yup, I got an ego But since they werent present them boys dont believe you This aint James Frey, this realistically OTs historys in the streets Thats whys chemistry between Eminem and me Cause he recognize the same OG Aint nothin changed but change And nigga nuts still hang the same, since he was a young man A nigga slang till the sun came Till the funds gained up enough to put em in the Range Now these niggas act strange Wanna blow out Obie Trices brains These motherfuckers wanna kill me! Probably cause Im fly as fuck Only nigga in the club be high like what They wanna kill me! Probably cause his characters tight Im the rapper that they make sure they bitch dont like They wanna kill me! See they jealous of sale Cause he talented, with his arrogant self They wanna kill me! Bust him in the hood like what They dont understand, hell keep makin em go nuts Kill me! I aint mad at ya dog To get money on the streets I get it from billboards Homie if you subtract the voice Id still be giving invoices to fiends for selling them Boy, you see, Obie is the truth Thank God Im in this roof Left the same night, bullet by his brain, right? A couple more inches coulda been a night night But the almighty wasnt ready for O. Trice Im still here like day and night You thought I was deceased, saw my way to them bright lights I still manage, nigga my heads damaged That aint stop O. from getting cabbage, faggots These niggas wanna see me dead Cause the intelligence that flow through my head Wanna be a sharp shooter better be a fed Cause I aint going no fuckin where These motherfuckers wanna kill me! Probably cause Im fly as fuck Only nigga in the club be high like what They wanna kill me! Probably cause his characters tight Im the rapper that they make sure they bitch dont like They wanna kill me! See they jealous of sale Cause he talented, with his arrogant self They wanna kill me! Bust him in the hood like what They dont understand, hell keep makin em go nuts Kill me! Im on my grizzly, nigga O. Trice make history, nigga Im from the hood, I pop that trigger Shady Records till Im six feet deeper Put a hole in a nigga tryna creep up Take your soul, make you meet the grim reaper Yous a sleeper, non-believer Thats why you deceased up, nigga These motherfuckers wanna kill me! Probably cause Im fly as fuck Only nigga in the club be high like what They wanna kill me! Probably cause his characters tight Im the rapper that they make sure they bitch dont like They wanna kill me! See they jealous of sale Cause he talented, with his arrogant self They wanna kill me! Bust him in the hood like what They dont understand, hell keep makin em go nuts Kill me! Yeah, guess whos back, nigga My dawg, Obie Trice Yall shot my man You punk ass niggas, you got punk ass guns Punk ass motivation, punk ass bullets Your mamas a punk, bitch When I see her Imma scratch her face Nigga, Shady Aftermath, we gon print money, motherfucker I got the 100 dollar Obie right now, the big fats Holla back at your bitch Kill me, nigga Im just makin head, you already know? You know that nigga from Nigga, Im out in Cali, nigga, come see me, man You know that little bald hair, short fat nigga Thats from the D There niggas wearin big hats and your bitch You got in your ass right now Embed

One-Handed Juggler Lyrics A new day is dawned upon us, the grass is green Its time for the letter thirteen To make an entrance and put my foot forward And take a step forward, now take the scene Thats fine, the setup with your cold busted deaf rhymes Ive heard enough of that to last me a lifetime The fuse is lit, now just stay clear from And prepare your eardrums to hear some fierce piercing An ear-piercing sound Lyrics that are gruesome cause I determine the deuce Im coming with damage at the weakened ones who kicked them Lyrics so simple, you could literally predict them Try to go a little bit fast, with the jam, keep it with the band making it even harder to handle So do not try to hang with the gang, what you can do is hang with the senseless I am relentless, sent to the click or two Then I start to forces its not an easy chore But as soon as I got the mic just track the M&M is talkin about the Nikes To gain speed, guess Ill lead the new breed I speed the stampede, to make a man bleed Im reckless, unaffected, when I wreak this Formed this, but that enormous When I strike I feel angry, total anguish But I fake where you panic, then I vanish, from his sight Cause ignorance is blind, knowledge is to realize Give it chance to stick into your skull and your real eyes The richer will never see me coming, and thats a bet Next time youre getting stupid trying to be prepared My dreams alive, it give me something to strive for The fact that I drive good made me wanna drive more Reach the flip side I put aside the mom side Ha-ta-ta-ta I walk on the wild side I stand in the jungle, the jungle with both hands I swing on vines, in the trees flyin, Tarzan A lot of people say I just up and disappeared Cause that the fact that I say that somebody wish they were here But if Im making a point, I make sure that its sounding good I dont just put words together that sound good Now Im tired, I thought of which way I could say, Ok this clean Leaving not a single, footprint in the sand Its amazing how fast the boy couldve become a man And I said I know man, something as a donkey Just said like a honkey? Huh-uh, no Do I need to prove this? Most likely, yes So lastly, just do it before I can go One, two, three Taking it to the limit, once again, its a single dance in behind In a minute, Im going a million miles, and give it a punch line Making the mess of everybody, and leaving them in the mist Imma be knocking out so fast, that he be showing a clench So be thinking, ready to give it a shot You better be set to give it every single ounce of energy that you got And now your holdin a mic forget time the rammers in the backseat And shut your damn mouth Beat going, juggle the beat gone, I cast you outEmbed

Love the Way You Lie, Pt. 2 Lyrics On the first page of our story The future seemed so bright Then this thing turned out so evil I dont know why Im still surprised Even angels have their wicked schemes And you take that to new extremes But youll always be my hero Even though youve lost your mind Just gonna stand there and watch me burn Well, thats alright because I like the way it hurts Just gonna stand there and hear me cry Well, thats alright because I love the way you liе I love the way you lie, oh I lovе the way you lie Now theres gravel in our voices Glass is shattered from the fight In this tug of war, youll always win Even when Im right Cause you feed me fables from your head With violent words and empty threats And its sick that all these battles Are what keeps me satisfied Just gonna stand there and watch me burn Well, thats alright because I like the way it hurts Just gonna stand there and hear me cry Well, thats alright because I love the way you lie I love the way you lie, oh I love the way you lie, oh So maybe Im a masochist I try to run, but I dont wanna ever leave Til the walls are going up In smoke with all our memories Just gonna stand there and watch me burn Well, thats alright because I like the way it hurts Just gonna stand there and hear me cry Well, thats alright because I love the way you lie I love the way you lie I love the way you lie I love the way you lie I love the way you lieEmbed

WJLB 1998 Promo Lyrics Its the Bushman with art in a dart It’s six o clock sharp you hear them dogs startin to bark And while theyre carving a mark in ya arm, with teeth sharper than sharks Im out in the parking lot stripping ya car for ya parts Boy I was rhyming when you was mispronouncing my name Like E-minem, now you look for my tapes and can’t find em Back in the day Ida killed for some radio play But now i’m with Dre, and I still don’t give a fuck either way But ima trust Bush to give me a thrust and a push While these other radio stations are busy playin’ puss So look to the next man and if he ain’t clapping his hands Throw him in the bush so fast he gets stabbed in his back with a branch It’s 98 the one station that runs town And two DJs rippin’ from sun up to sun down From sun down to sun up Slim shady still don’t give a thumbs down With three fingers and keep the middle one up It’s 98 WJLB Watch in October for the Slim Shady LP Bushman art in a dart Bushman art in a dartEmbed

Lose Yourself LyricsHis palms are sweaty, 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 forgettin 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, bloah! Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravity Oh, 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 that he knows When he goes back to his mobile home, thats when its Back to the lab again yo This this whole rhapsody He better go capture this moment 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 \\repeat.. The souls escaping, through this hole that its 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 Only grows harder, only grows hotter He blows us all over these hoes is all on him Coast to coast shows, hes know as the globetrotter Yeah, 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 His hoes dont want him no mo, hes cold product They moved on to the next schmoe who flows He nose dove and sold nada So the soap opera is told and unfolds I suppose its old partner, but the beat goes on and on Ok, no more games, Ima change what you call rage Tear this motherfucking roof off like 2 dogs caged All the pain inside amplified by the fact That I cant get by with my 9 to 5 And I cant provide the right type of life for my family And these times are so hard and its getting even harder Trying to feed and water my seed, plus Teeter totter caught up between being a father and a prima donna Baby mama dramas screaming on and Too much for me to wanna Stay in one spot, another day of monotony Has gotten me to the point, Im like a snail Ive got to formulate a plot fore I end up in jail or shot Success is my only motherfucking option, failures not So here I go is my shot Feet fail me not cause maybe the only opportunity that I got Embed

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 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 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 Embed

The Next One Lyrics Woo! Yeah! Yeah, ease into it Im the next one, next one Motherfuckers cant fuck with me, with me Got a problem, shorty come get me Nah, I aint Dr. Dre, nah, I aint Eminem or 50, dog, Im Stat As I think back, retract, from the classroom to the trap Freidas only son had to hustle for scraps Its hard to relax when your rage minimum, bein broke Fuck, with my adrenaline before Dre and Eminem I was trying to get on demo tapes state to state Performing at clubs and doing whatever it take Relying on faith, hopin my dreams take shape And my fate meeting I would wait for these A&Rs say I aint grind bitch Spendin my last dime on this studio time shit A lot of folk told me I was stupid for trying this Situation crucial feds off in my climate Home environment taking pictures of me, it was ugly The spot got hot, scene felt like curry Had my vision blurry to underground Atlanta Hit the streets me and Zeke put a plan together Shorty, its now or never, down to do whatever You see the rainfall came but I had to bear that weather Look your boy need cheddar, like a mil or better I was fed up but the benefit was worth the effort Ive been patiently waitin, used to get love Now the same niggas hatin, wanna give me slugs Partner dont get it separated or twisted, you cant fade it Stats the wrong motherfucker to play with, understand me If you opened up your ears long enough to listen You may hear what youve been missin out all of this time Ive been put in a position to put all this in position So quit your bitchin, learn how to rhyme Get signed and get your shine Its like this and like that and, uh, welcome to Statlanta Shady/Aftermath and, uh, a brand new rapper from Atlanta Who goes by the name of Stat Quo Introducing our new excuse to keep producin, continue to do music, use it and expand it and make rap grow The hottest new shit on the planet, on a new plateau But dont confuse it, you dont understand it Let me break it down for you to show you how we do shit So that you cats know, this is Statlanta 101 Cause we dont want no one walking out this motherfucker with tunnel vision So anyone with questions you want answered Just ask and well try to unmask them and maybe explain why so few cats blow Just spit the truth when you get in this booth and do that though That there boy hot to death, you already knew that though Is he the greatest from the ATL, we got haters all day to debate us So well just say this: hes one of them not to tackle I got caviar wishes, box Chevy dreams CD covers, TV screens The booth or the block, might go to triple beam Ima make it right, hear me, huh, huh, huh Fuck what youre saying, God put me here to shine Going on tour or white collar crime The rhyme or the grind, MPC or the nine Ima make it, I need mine, huh, huh, huh I can care less, fuck yall, you dont make or break me Real niggas love me, pussy niggas hate me Down bitches ride for Stat Quo, they know The A-Town, D-Young County be trill folk Didnt no other label offer me no deal Till they found out Shady/Aftermath was interested Then they started to beg, want the truth, there it is This aint a gimmick, this the south and I be that kid Just ride through watching lines of his rhymes In time youre going to find youre on a great trip Aint a word I could life be some extraordinary shit The piece of the puzzle that fit, its Stat Quo, you son of a bitch Im the next one, next one Motherfuckers cant fuck with me, with me Got a problem, shorty come get me Nah, I aint Dr. Dre, nah, I aint Eminem or 50, dog, Im StatEmbed

What’s Your Intent? LyricsBasically an unpolished version but slightly different lyrics All them gangsta motherfuckers that went platinum I had em hold out their hands and put a gat in em Looked em in the faces and then spat in em I picked the meanest Rott in this Look at when it got in his face his daughters swat to dot His others gotten monotonous Cause all ya bitches swear ya made of cement If you wouldve just had my fuckin money, Id be straight as a split But all ya multi-millionaires have never paid us in rent So what a house and motherfuckers that never made us a cent Whats your intent? Im analyzing every cut your in to judge your intent I wanna know where you stand, I mean, as far as who you are How would you act if you woke up and tomorrow youre a star? I made a little change Now they got me doin some shows wit hos in em But I aint change I still wear my clothes with holes in em And wear my hair however I like Bic it to stick it to slick it back, lick it back and then pat it down to spike Im happy to be alive and well But its probably way too happy be when youre survivin hell But in a way I think Im kinda glad at that Cause I appreciate the good now that Ive had it bad Now Imma run it back Whats your intent? Im analyzing every cut your in to judge your intent I wanna know where you stand, I mean, as far as who you are How would you act if you woke up and tomorrow youre a star? Whats your intent? Whats your intent? I wanna know Whats your intent? Tell me whats your intent? I come from where the folks of the family Where there wasnt nothin but funkin and drug addicts and drug in our family The only word that ever was to close was do or die My uncle couldnt take it the moment chosen suicide My Aunts and Uncle You dont like what I have to say Yeah Laughs1Embed

Μόνιμα Πρόστυχος Lyrics Χα χα Iratus 2-0-0-8 Θέλω γυναίκες που στο σεξ θέλουνε ξύλο Μόνιμα πρόστυχος, το στόμα δεν κλείνω Μ’αρέσει να μιλάω βρώμικα, στο κρεβάτι βρίζω Θέλω γυναίκες που στο σεξ κάνουν το σκύλο Γιατί θέλω νακούω λίγο πριν πέσω για ύπνο «Δώσε μου ένα κόκαλο να γλείψω» Για όλες τις γυναίκες που με βλέπουνε σα φίλο Πρέπει να το τονίσω Δεν έχουνε μείνει πολλές, αλλά κάποια μέρα κι αυτό θα το κανονίσω Για όλες τις γυναίκες που θέλουν να σταματήσω Λένε ψέματα ως συνήθως Γουστάρω χυμαδιό, βρώμικο χιούμορ Bacardi με Coca Cola Χαστούκια, βρώμικα λόγια Θέλω την καριόλα να μπορεί να μανάψει σα σόμπα Θέλω μπότα πάνω απ’όλα Πάνω απτο γόνατο στοπα Θέλει να μακούει να τη φωνάζω σκρόφα Δε θέλει καπότα, θέλει κόλπα Τα υγρά μου στο στόμα γύρω από τα χείλια της να δημιουργούνε στρώμα Μην κοιτάς την πόρτα Έχουμε ακόμα το δωμάτιο για μια ώρα Κάνω το τσιγάρο μου, κάλυβε μου τα νώτα Νιώθω έτοιμος, κοίτα, έφτασε γόπα Κι εντελώς τυχαία μου βγαίνει ρίμα με τα φώτα Ακόμα κι όταν βογκάει δυνατά δε χάνει νότα Την ώρα που τα κωλομέρια της αλλάζουν χρώμα Της χαϊδεύω ολόκληρο το σώμα με τη γλώσσα Ξεκινώντας από το λαιμό φτάνω στη γόβα Όταν βγάζει τη ρόμπα, νιώθω μπόμπα Έτοιμη να εκραγεί μόνο με την εικόνα Τι κι αν είμαι λιώμα απτο πιώμα Στα Bora Bora δε μετρά το γεγονός χειμώνα «Σε θέλω τώρα» Εγώ να δεις Είμαι ειλικρινής, δεν έχεις επιλογή Αφού ό,τι γίνει τώρα γιατί δεν θα με ξαναδείς Πώς περιμένεις να σε πάρω σοβαρά; Πρώτα ανταλλάξαμε υγρά και μετά τηλέφωνο Αναμενόμενο να σε θεωρήσω ξέκωλο Κάναμε ό,τι κάναμε κι αυτό είναι υπεραρκετό Άλλο εγώ, άλλο εσύ Άλογο κι εσύ Δηλαδή είσαι ζώο, εγώ έχω λογική Κι η λογική ένα έχει να πει Ξέχασε με αν δε φέρεις μια φίλη σου μαζί Όταν έχω τελειώσει δε θέλω να μου μιλάς Δε με νοιάζει τι θα κάνεις, κοίτα το ταβάνι Το στόμα σου για μένα υπάρχει μόνο για να μπάζει Μη διανοηθείς να μου πεις πως μαγαπάς Αν κάναμε ό,τι κάναμε για αγάπη Μάλλον με την ίδια αγάπη θα σουβγαζα μάτι Κάποιες μέρες μου περνάει χειροπέδες Ντύνεται μπάτσος ή βάζελος, γιατί γουστάρει τρέλες Κόκκινα κωλομάγουλα, πιπιλιές πάνω σαδένες Δίπλα μου δε γουστάρω ναχω παρθένες Πλέον καταπίνει χωρίς κουβέντες Για να μην τη γεμίζω πάλι με λευκούς λεκέδες Άντε μωρή γαμήσου, εγώ θίγω κοπέλες; Χτες είπες πως είναι σημάδι από κουραμπιέδες Να τα κάνεις ξέρεις Να τα λες δε θέλεις Ξέρω τι παθαίνεις κάθε φορά που με βλέπεις Όταν έχεις 15 μαλάκες να μπλέξεις, ποιον κοροϊδεύεις; Πάντα εμένα διαλέγεις Δεν ανήκω στην κλίμακα των αντρών με τα πούρα Σαν τον πρώην σου τη λούγκρα Που τον χώρισες γιατί τον έπιασες πάλι με φούστα Εμένα μαφήνεις εδώ γιατί σου βγάζω γούστα Έτσι δεν είναι; Δεν έχω τα φράγκα, δεν έχω την αρρενωπότητα του μάγκα Δεν έχω το αμάξι με τη super duper ζάντα Hey, δεν έχω καν αμάξι ρε μαλάκα Παρόλα αυτά με βλέπεις και μου λες πως είμαι καύλα Πως δε σε νοιάζουν τ’άλλα Πως με θέλεις κάργα κι εγώ μωρή πουτάνα Αρκεί ναχεις μάτια να σου τα βγάζω πάντα Πάρτα Θέλω γυναίκες που στο σεξ θέλουνε ξύλο Μόνιμα πρόστυχος, το στόμα δεν κλείνω Μ’αρέσει να μιλάω βρώμικα, στο κρεβάτι βρίζω Θέλω γυναίκες που στο σεξ κάνουν το σκύλο Γιατί θέλω νακούω λίγο πριν πέσω για ύπνο «Δώσε μου ένα κόκαλο να γλείψω» Για όλες τις γυναίκες που με βλέπουνε σα φίλο Πρέπει να το τονίσω Δεν έχουνε μείνει πολλές, αλλά κάποια μέρα κι αυτό θα το κανονίσω Για όλες τις γυναίκες που θέλουν να σταματήσω Λένε ψέματα ως συνήθως Δε μου βγαίνει τίποτα γούτσου γούτσου μαζί σου Θέλω να σε δείρω Σε φάση αν ήξερα ότι δεν μπορώ να σε γαμήσω Απτο να σε φιλήσω, θα σε πλάκωνα στο ξύλο «Τι;» Μη με κοιτάς σα να μου λες «έχω θιχτεί» Μου το’χεις πει Η φωνή μου αρκεί για να γίνεις υγρή «Τι;» Τι τι μωρή; Να προσέχεις τι λες όταν μου γίνεσαι στουπί Δε συγχωρεί, ο Iratus είναι γάτος Θα σε προσεγγίσει όταν με κάποιον είσαι κάπως Θαρθεί να σου μιλήσει γλυκά, να σε κοιτάξει στα μάτια Και να σου πει πως όλα θα πάνε καλά με τον μαλάκα «Ήρθαν τα σφηνάκια» Άντε στην υγειά μας Δεν πρέπει ναφήνεις να σου φεύγουν έτσι βράδια Η ζωή είναι μικρή Μην κάνεις σε κανένα τη χάρη να αισθάνεσαι χάλια «Αχ, πώς τα λες, τι γλυκός, τι ρομαντικός Μαρέσει όπως μιλάς, γιατί εσύ δεν είσαι ψεύτικος» Εδώ έχει φασαρία και δεν μπορώ να σου μιλήσω Έχω studio σπίτι, πάμε να στο δείξω; «Είσαι μουσικός;» Ναι, γράφω hip hop «Σαν τον....;» Ε; Ποιον; Όχι σα κι αυτόν, όχι σα κι αυτόν Προσπαθώ να κάνω κάτι σοβαρό γαμώ «Δεν κατάλαβα αλλά δεν πειράζει, εντάξει Έι, Βαγγελάκη, σκέφτεσαι κάτι;» Σκέφτομαι ότι θέλω να κάνω κάτι μαζί σου Και πριν προλάβω να τελειώσω μ’έχει καβαλήσει και με ρωτάει «Τώρα τι σκέφτεσαι;» Σκέφτομαι ότι.. Θέλω γυναίκες που στο σεξ θέλουνε ξύλο Μόνιμα πρόστυχος, το στόμα δεν κλείνω Μ’αρέσει να μιλάω βρώμικα, στο κρεβάτι βρίζω Θέλω γυναίκες που στο σεξ κάνουν το σκύλο Γιατί θέλω νακούω λίγο πριν πέσω για ύπνο «Δώσε μου ένα κόκαλο να γλείψω» Για όλες τις γυναίκες που με βλέπουνε σα φίλο Πρέπει να το τονίσω Δεν έχουνε μείνει πολλές, αλλά κάποια μέρα κι αυτό θα το κανονίσω Για όλες τις γυναίκες που θέλουν να σταματήσω Λένε ψέματα ως συνήθως Embed

Rock Your World Lyrics Yo Yo, Manix, man I think its about to tell the ladies out there how it is, you know what Im saying? Um, I forgot what I wanna know Um, something about women So kick that fly ass original beat and bust the funky ass sample And well go get smooth for 1990 Word, V-Top? Word Ayo, slut I just wanna bust a nut in your butt I dont care if you hate my guts, cause guess what? I dont have no fear since I just love the feeling of your dick when youre kneeling If youve got a man and youre occupied come in and dance with me And lets get sultry, itll knock you high And we can have our own private orgy So honk if youre horny and you wanna get whorey Im far from a dud, Im wiser than Bud, more dirty than mud One glimpse of the star, youll wanna jump on my pud And fuck me, fuck me baby, hug me, suck me until my dick turns ugly So hey, come on and try me, gimme the opportunity to bang you until your pussy turns slimy In ten minutes I can make your head swirl when I knock you with my cock and rock your world Chorus Oh, ooh girl, I wanna rock your world We, we, we, suck my cock for me pretty please Dont eat the honey, dont eat the honey, I want you to pull me I want you to finger yourself for me Yo, bitch, what are you doin? You doin it wrong If youre gonna do a , why did I even right this song? Its a choo-choo train, all the way If it even hurts, dont even begin to worry cause I got a And Ill make you even hotter than a furnace, if my dicks too small for you I dont know what you gonna do, I will try to make it big, and yes, so why dont you make your pussy wet? So it slides in easy, even make you tiny I will try to please me, and if you say yes then I will All night long I want you to do the nasty Oh, woah girl, I wanna rock your world We, we, we, we, suck my cock for me pretty please Dont eat, dont eat, I want you to pull me I want you to finger yourself for me You know what I hate? Is when I take a girl on a date and try to get great and they tell me that I gotta wait So then I gotta wait for, so I strip her and rip her like paper Then I go for her next door neighbour So she can give or take my guns home but I guarantee in twenty seconds shell be wanting to phone home To say she dont wanna do it now cause shes on her But shes makin excuses so that she dont get an asshole But I expect as much with most ladies act crazy cat Cause they cant handle the sex maniac So get in her pantoes cause I like nylon So half of the time I gotta rely on Oh ye faith, put the cock, fingers up her cunt, ate her butt I guess I gotta degrade So I sit and whine, I dream about the day that I can finally find me a girl thatll let me rock her world Oh, woah, baby please let me rock your world Oh, we, we, we, suck my cock for me YeahhhhhhhhhEmbed

Eminem - Love the Way You Lie ft. Rihanna Lyrics ¿Solo vas a quedarte ahí y verme arder? Bueno, está bien, porque me gusta como duele ¿Solo vas a quedarte ahí y me escucharas llorar? Bueno, está bien, porque amo la forma en la que mientes Amo la forma en la que mientes No puedo decirte lo que realmente es, solo puedo decirte como se siente Y ahora hay una navaja en mi traquea No puedo respirar, pero sigo peleando mientras pueda pelear Mientras lo equivocado se sienta bien, es como sí estuviera volando Más allá que su amor, borracho de su odio Es como sí estuviera inhalando pintura y me encanta, más sufro, me sofoco Y justo antes de ahogarme, ella me resucita Ella me odia, y me encanta ¡Espera!, ¿A dónde vas? ¡Te estoy dejando! ¡No, no lo harás!, ¡Vuelve! Estamos volviendo, aquí vamos otra vez Es tan loco porque cuando está bien, se siente genial Soy Superman con el viento en su espalda, ella es Louis Lane Pero cuando está mal es horrible, me siento tan avergonzado Me quiebro, ¿Quien es este amigo? Ni siquiera conozco su nombre Puse mis manos en ella, nunca caeré tan bajo otra vez Supongo que no conozco mi propia fuerza ¿Solo vas a quedarte ahí y verme arder? Bueno, está bien, porque me gusta como duele ¿Solo vas a quedarte ahí y me escucharas llorar? Bueno, está bien, porque amo la forma en la que mientes Amo la forma en la que mientes Amo la forma en la que mientes ¿Alguna vez amaste a alguien tanto que apenas puedes respirar cuando estas con ella? La conoces y ninguno de los dos sabe que los golpeo Tienes ese sentimiento raro y caliente, si, solías sentir esos escalofríos ¿Ahora te está enfermando mirarla? Juraste que nunca la golpearías, nunca harías nada para lastimarla Ahora están cara a cara tirando veneno en sus palabras cuando las escupen Se empujan, se tiran del cabello, se rasguñan y se golpean La tiras al piso, tan perdido en los momentos cuando estás en ellos Es la ira lo que los supera y los controla a ambos Así que dicen que lo mejor es que cada uno siga su camino, supongo que no te conocen Porque es hoy, eso fue ayer, ya pasó el ayer Es un día diferente, son como recuerdos rotos sonando otra vez Pero se lo prometiste, la próxima vez te resistiras No tendrás otra oportunidad, la vida no es un juego de Nintendo, pero mentiste otra vez Ahora te toca mirarla salir por la ventana Supongo que por eso la llaman ventana del dolor ¿Solo vas a quedarte ahí y verme arder? Bueno, está bien, porque me gusta como duele ¿Solo vas a quedarte ahí y me escucharas llorar? Bueno, está bien, porque amo la forma en la que mientes Amo la forma en la que mientes Amo la forma en la que mientes Ahora, sé que dijimos cosas, hicimos cosas que no queríamos Entonces volvimos a caer en los mismos patrones, mismas rutina Pero tu temperamento es tan malo como el mío, eres igual a mí Cuando se trata de amor, eres igual de ciega Bebé, por favor vuelve, no fuiste tú, bebé, fuí yo Tal vez nuestra relación no era tan loca como parecía Tal vez eso es lo que pasa cuando un tornado encuentra un volcán Todo lo que sé es que te amo demasiado para irme Ven adentro, levanta tus maletas de la vereda ¿No escuchas sinceridad en mi voz cuando hablo? Te dije que fue es mi culpa, mírame a los ojos La próxima vez que me enoje, mi puño ira contra la pared ¿La próxima vez?, ¡No habrá próxima vez! Me disculpo aún sabiendo que son mentiras Estoy cansado de los juegos, solo la quiero de vuelta, sé que soy un mentiroso Sí ella vuelve a intentar dejarme la voy a atar a la cama y prenderé esta casa con fuego Solo voy a ¿Solo vas a quedarte ahí y verme arder? Bueno, está bien, porque me gusta como duele ¿Solo vas a quedarte ahí y me escucharas llorar? Bueno, está bien, porque amo la forma en la que mientes Amo la forma en la que mientes Amo la forma en la que mientes1Embed

Eminem vs Angry Video Game Nerd Lyrics EPIC RAP BATTLES OF HISTORY! EMINEM! VERSUS ANGRY VIDEO GAME NERD, BEGIN! You know whats bullshit? Eminems songs Theyre like, really fucking shitty, and they last long I would rather have a diarrhea milkshake laced with vomit! And on it, more vomit, yeah vomit, yeah vomit! SHIT! HOLY FUCK! ITS ACTUALLY MARSHAL MATHERS! RAPPING ABOUT HIS PAST LIFE LIKE IT ACTUALLY FUCKING MATTERS! ID RATHER PLAY SUPERMAN 64, THEN BANG THAT STUPID HAILIE WHORE! YEA, HEARD ME RIGHT, I CALLED HER A WHORE, ILL SHIT ON YOUR FACE WHILE YOURE ON THE FLOOR! Get ready to be taken back to the past I am going to kick your ass Venom! Im gonna hit you with the venom, venom! Go wear some denim, bet em, Im about to go get em, venom! And there just aint no tellin, what Ill be doing with my venom! They aint gonna know what hit em! Venom! VENOM! Donald Trumps a sexist pig, Donald Trumps a racist dick Donald Trumps a fucking rapist and a little bitch He wants to deport every non-white person, and worsen The United States of America, he should put the makeup back in the purse, and I got a dinner that is way better than yours At least mine wasnt made by a wife that is a WHORE! Your movie needed some cheap tricks, it made E.T fake So now Ill kill and leave you rotting like Zanders birthday cake Stop fucking drinking beer! Its not good for you! Take a sip of this G Fuel, and youll be cool, booze is only made for those who are fools! Im Eminem, Im better than this fucking dumbass piece of shit homosexual How you gonna call yourself a nerd when you dont know the definition of intellectual? Hes the angriest man alive Hes so angry, he beats up his own wife His kids were taken away for life Hes the angriest man alive SHUT UP! (How would the music, how-how would the music be? I would go, tha-tha-tha takes me How would the music, how-how would the music be? I would go, that just takes me) Grrrr, Im getting NERD RAGE! I need to cool off with the movie ICE AGE! Im fuckin tired of this faggot always crying about his life Hes like Weh, Donald Trump, grr my daughter, I FUCKING HATE MY WIFE! You made a song about your dead fan? What were you fucking thinking? Dissing me and my beer, son? What are you fucking drinking? While Im hanging out with Bugs, Ninja, Jason, Freddy, and Spiderman THIS OLD MAN CRINKLES MORE THAN ZANDERS SPRITE CANS! Ass. FUUUUUUUCK! Thats it James Rolfe, stop being lame, Rolfe! You said the same shit yesterday, Rolfe! You almost got killed by a little ROB bitch yea, your life almost got fucking robbed, bitch Played his damn game, then you fucking dropped, bitch like Biggie Smalls, X, and 2Pac, bitch Die, bitch! Like Stanley, man, you aint manly man, youre candy man Youre angry man, and Im furious, take this fucking battle serious Youre delirious, and hideous, wake up, fuck, wipe up the period People say that Im getting old but look at you, where did their hair go? I said, knock knock, let the Devil in Im better than you and your fat cocked friend Mike combined, no competitive Battling you is repetitive, you winning this is a fat negative Im Eminem, I like M&Ms, and taking wins from my nemesis If you like playing shitty games so much, then I got a request for you! Review Red Dead 2 Yeah, Revival was pretty bad but uh, not my bird! Game over AVGN, now Im gonna say the N WORD! Who won? Whos next? You decide! Epic Rap Battles of History! AAAAAAAH! My fucking throat hur— WHAT A BUNCH OF SHIT FUCK! keyboard slamEmbed

FUCK TRUMP Lyrics, Eminem , & Kezura] Fuck Trump When I say Fuck! You say Trump! Fuck!, Trump!  Fuck!, Trump! Fuck!, Trump! Fuck!, Trump!  Fuck Trump, fuck ICE Fuck Trump, fuck ICE Fuck Trump, fuck ICE Fuck Trump, fuck ICE Fuck Trump, fuck ICE Fuck Trump, fuck ICE Fuck Trump, fuck ICE Fuck Trump, aye Build your wall, I tear it down I graduated from El Chapo, cap and gown Grab my shooters, burn your tower to the ground Fuck your estate, bitch, how you like me now? Fuck Marshall Law, but I kill all the soldiers Come try me, lil bitch, there aint shit in my holster It look like the thing and the blob produced your sorry ass, lil boy better I hold up Fuck Trump, fuck ICE Fuck Trump, fuck ICE Fuck Trump, fuck ICE Fuck Trump, fuck ICE Fuck Trump, fuck ICE Fuck Trump, fuck ICE Fuck Trump, fuck ICE Fuck Trump, aye Trumps a bitchEmbed

Low, Down, Dirty LyricsHook] Im low down and dirty, but not ashamed Low down dirty even Im low down and Im shifty! And if you hear a man that sounds like me smack him And ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps from Im low down and dirty, but not ashamed Low down dirty even Im low down and Im shifty! And if you hear a man that sounds like me smack him And ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps from Warning, this shits gon be rated R, restricted You see this bullet hole in my neck? Its self-inflicted Doctor slapped my momma, Bitch, you got a sick kid Arrested, molested myself and got convicted Wearing visors, sunglasses and disguises Cause my split personality is having an identity crisis Im Dr. Hyde and Mr. Jekyll, disrespectful Hearing voices in my head while these whispers echo Brain size of a bread crumb Which drug will I end up dead from? Inebriated til my stress is alleviated How in the fuck can Eminem and Shady be related? Illiterate, illegitimate shit spitter Bitch getter, hid in the bush like Margot Kidder Jumped out , killed the bitch and did her Used to let the babysitter suck my dick when I was littler Smoke a blunt while Im titty fucking Bette Midler Sniper, waiting on your roof like the Fiddler Yall thought I was gonna rhyme with Riddler, didnt ya? Bring your bitch, I wanna see if this dick gon fit in her Im low down and dirty, but not ashamed Low down dirty even Im low down and Im shifty! And if you hear a man that sounds like me smack him And ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps from Im low down and dirty, but not ashamed Low down dirty even Im low down and Im shifty! And if you hear a man that sounds like me smack him And ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps from I lace tunes, thats out this world like space moons With a bunch crazed loons dismissin brains like graze wounds Nothing but idiots and misfits, dipshits Doing whippets, passed out like sampler snippets Wheres the weed, I wanna tamper with it Ima let your grandpa hit it Lace it up with cocaine so he cant forget it Fuck it, maybe Im a bum But I was put on this earth to make your baby mama cum So what Im on is way beyond the rum Or any alcoholic beverage, losing all of my leverage Went up inside the First National Bank broke, and left rich Walking bio-hazard causing wreckage, smoked out like Eckrich Dandruffs making my neck itch, what the fuck? Give me the check bitch You just lost your tip, theres a pubic hair in my breakfast Got shit popping off like bottle cap tips Get your cap peeled like the dead skin of your mamas chapped lips Slap dips, support domestic violence Beat your bitchs ass while your kids stare in silence Im just joking, is Outsidaz really dust smoking? If all your shits missing, then probably one of us broke in Im low down and dirty, but not ashamed Low down dirty even Im low down and Im shifty! And if you hear a man that sounds like me smack him And ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps from Im low down and dirty, but not ashamed Low down dirty even Im low down and Im shifty! And if you hear a man that sounds like me smack him And ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps from My heads ringing, like it was Spider Sense tingling Blitzin like Green Bay did when they shitted on New England Im out the game, put the second string in This Brandy got me swinging, bobbing back and forth like a penguin Delinquent, choking microphones with broken English Make your mama be like Whoo, this is good! Who sings this? Slim Shady, his tape is dope, I dug it Its rugged, but he needs to quit talking all that drug shit It was predicted by a medic, Id grow To be an addicted diabetic, living on liquid Triaminic Pathetic, but I dont think this headaches ever vanishing Panicking, I think I might have just took too much Anacin Frozen mannequin, posin stiffer than a statue I think Im dying, God is that you? Somebody help me, before I OD on an LP Take me to ER ASAP for an IV Motherfuck JLB, they dont support no hip hop They say thats where it lives The closest they gon come is 2Pac Its politics, its all a fix Set up for these white blue-collared hicks Its to make a dollar off of black music With a subliminal ball of tricks For those who kiss ass and swallow dicks Im low down and dirty, but not ashamed Low down dirty even Im low down and Im shifty! And if you hear a man that sounds like me smack him And ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps from Im low down and dirty, but not ashamed Low down dirty even Im low down and Im shifty! And if you hear a man that sounds like me smack him And ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps fromEmbed

Coffin Lyrics We fought until the sun rose And I still aint been to bed And while you got your eyes closed The devil wakes up in my head He told me that you hate me and you blame me And you said that you wish that you were dead So I write a little note out Suicidal love roulette You make me wanna jump off the roof I love you to death, just like a fool Well need a coffin, handmade for two Cause I love you to death, just like a fool Just like a fool Just like a fool I walk up to the edge, yeah And say a prayer before I let go Ill probably see you through the window While Im falling past the fifth floor Then you get there just in time to save me and apologize And maybe we can go back to bed But you run past me instead And hit the ground before I can You make me wanna jump off the roof Boy, I love you to death, just like a fool Well need a coffin, handmade for two Cause I love you to death, just like a fool Just like a fool Maybe Buddhas got it right We reincarnate every time And Ill find you in another life Maybe Buddhas got it right We reincarnate every time And Ill find you in another life You make me wanna jump off the roof Boy, I love you to death, just like a fool Well need a coffin, handmade for two Cause I love you to death, just like a fool You make me wanna jump off the roof Boy, I love you to death, just like a fool Well need a coffin, handmade for two Cause I love you to death, just like a fool Just like a fool Just like a foolEmbed

Eminem - Difficult Lyrics Меня спрашивают, все ли хорошо, спрашивают, счастлив ли я Меня спрашивают об этом из-за всего дерьма, что произошло со мной? Или я просто придираюсь и они искренне заботятся обо мне? Doody, большую часть жизни ты был рядом со мной И я смотрю на твои фотографии Я не успел сказать, как сильно я люблю тебя, хотя и хотел Но это правда, я скажу это сейчас, когда ты не слышишь меня Что, черт возьми, это изменит? Но я не перестаю ощущать твое присутствие Я пошел и подарил подарков на Пасху Двум твоим мальчикам, чтобы утешить их И, черт, ты вряд ли поверишь в это Но Sharonda стала говорить со мной - Господи! И все остальные просто пытаются прийти в себя Как ты мог коснуться стольки жизней и просто уйти от нас? Говорят, что горе влияет на каждого по-своему Если это так, то как мне справиться с твоей смертью Как же тяжело... Doody, я пишу рифмы и льются слезы Когда вы прочтете их, то я перестану скучать По Дешону Холтону, солдату было предначертано Так неожиданно нас покинуть Господи, зачем ты забрал его Отвернулся от нас и оставил всех с разбитыми сердцами? Знаю, что говоришь, Не останавливайся! Будь мужиком! Никаких эмоций! Это твой долг! До скорой встречи, Doody Doody - Так мы называли друг друга Я не знаю, откуда это пошло, но это осталось с нами; мы всегда были братьями Никогда не думали о наших цветах кожи До одного дня, когда мы гуляли по кварталу летом Было градусов 90, я сгорал на солнце Зашли в тень, чтобы мне было комфортней Я стонаю, я просто хочу домой, и Оглядываюсь, и ты снял рубашку Я, типа, Ты сгоришь, а ты в ответ, Нет, не сгорю Я же черный, у меня мелатонин в коже Мы не загораем, а в это время мое лицо пылает Я как будто в огне А все это время ты просто смеялся надо мной И бил меня своей рубашкой И я все еще хочу отомстить тебе за это И, кстати, кольца, которые моя мать украла у тебя Нэйт, наконец, вернул их Это было лет шестнадцать назад Я положил их в твой гроб... Забудем об этом, я еще не говорил Но твое наследие никогда не забудут The Motor City, Motown, ты - ветеран хип-хопа Hip Hop Shop, ужас, на этом список не кончается Да, тяжело... Doody, я пишу рифмы и льются слезы Когда вы прочтете их, то я перестану скучать По Дешону Холтону, солдату было предначертано Так неожиданно нас покинуть Господи, зачем ты забрал его Отвернулся от нас и оставил всех с разбитыми сердцами? Знаю, что говоришь, Не останавливайся! Будь мужиком! Никаких эмоций! Это твой долг! До скорой встречи, Doody Может показаться немного странным, но я говорю это Я нашел пиджак, которую ты забыл на моей свадьбе И я поднял его, чтобы понюхать Запаковал его, а потом положил в стекло И повесил в прихожей, чтоб я мог всегда смотреть на него Я и D12 чувствовали, что Нахуй рэп! Как будто наш генерал умер у нас на коленях Мы вырубили все наши пейджеры, сменили все номера Наш путь - на свалку Некоторым придется искать новый путь И я знаю, казалось, что мечты умрут вместе с тобой Но правда в том, что они остались, а тебя нет Purple Gang, не расслабляйтесь Не теряйте мечту, я люблю вас всех И Doody, это правда, что ты объединял людей Которые бы никогда не были в одной комнате, если бы не ты Ты приносил мир, Doody Я знаю, иногда ты был угрюмый Но ты ненавидел ссоры и особенно вражду Но ты всегда стоял на своем, когда доходило до конфликта Если это должно было случиться, то это должно было случиться Поверь мне, ты тот, кто научил меня стоять за себя на улице Dresden Научил забрасывать яйцами машины, научил стрелять в людей из пейнтбольных ружей, чтоб нас арестовывали Сидеть напротив друг друга в камере, смеяться и шутить Нам хотели дать по 5 лет за это Я полагаю, шлюхи и бомжи, по которым мы стреляли Не пришли в суд, и нас отпустили из-за формальности, отпустили Меня, тебя и... как он выглядит? Я забыл его чертово имя Стыдно, что он еще и появился на твоих похоронах, он предал нас И если я увижу его снова, то разобью ему лицо Клянусь именами Хэйли Джейд, Витни Лейн и Алэйны Однажды я выстрелил из пистолета В воздух ради тебя и выпил с Оби На парковке студии 54, прямо перед тем Как надо было сесть в машины и поехать увидеть тебя еще раз Тяжело...Embed

Male Prostitute Part 1 Lyrics Yo, Manix man, I think I just spotted my prey There she is; check her out Yea I know shes with her man and everything but... I can still get her man, cause you know me Just drop a couple of smooth rhymes on her And I got her you know what Im saying? Aight, Ill tell you what Imma do about her man! Aight, Check this out... Hey baby, let me have a word with your man - now lemme show ya exactly where I stand Id like you to enter my fortress Just cause you are just the most gorgeous Woman Ive ever seen and for just The next few hours of ya life Id like to Bring out the real woman inside you despite you Might be in love and all that with your, man But lemme get chat with you Why dont we get to know each other, havent you Ever wondered what it was like to date an M.C.? Now whats a woman like you, without a man like me? And someone like yourself I can grow very fond of Beyond a doubt and I would always hold onto your Love, and be faithful I promise Cause Im as Loyal as a puppy, and Id treat you like a goddess That we wouldve stumble onto each other but first, wait Before youre lured, I want to know if youre insured And if youre sure, youre gonna be able to endure A tremendous amount of pain that seems endless Strenuous brawn and brain, but yet when this Whole thing is over and I make it through the ride Then Id gladly stand by your sideEmbed

Eminem - Seduction LyricsSeduction/Verführung Wie eine verbale Verführung Verführung wenn ich die Mädels auf dem Gang anspreche Ich weiß nicht, manchmal Fühlt sich einfach an, als wären wir komplett verschieden Es fühlt sich einfach irgendwie an Als wäre ich grade auf einem ganz anderen Level als du wäre Fühlt sich komisch an aber.. Ich glaub es ist einfach wie.. Es fühlt sich an, als würde ich da in etwas hineingeraten, das so unglaublich ist Als ob ich alle Konkurrenten in den Schatten stellen Pass besser auf, dass deine Freundin noch da ist Es ist psychologische Kriegsführung, ich bewirke Endorhpine Dein Selbtbewusstsein wird zerschmettert, sobald Worte aus deiner Anlage schallen Sie liebt mich, solche Leidenschaft, so eine Reaktion Hättest du von ihr erwartet, trotzdem bist du ein Protzkerl Du bist verdammt komisch, du versuchst seinen Charm spielen zu lassen Weil du einfach glaubst, du bist Bishop der Don Juan Aber wenn du glaubst, dass mit mir ficken kannst, Kumpel, dann sei es so Ich strecke meinen Kopf nach hinten wie Ed Lover „Na komm schon“ Sie ist auf meinem Johnson, sie erwähnt meinen Namen, dauernd Deine Leute meinen nur „Die fickt mit dem Typen, die will den.“ Kumpel, mach dich darauf gefasst Sie ist auf meinem Schwanz weil ich besser spitte als du Was erwartest du von ihr? Wie glaubst du, soll sie sich verhalten Wenn sie ihre Augen schließt Und sich dabei vorstellt, wie sie zu diesem Track ihre Nägel in meinen Rücken ritzt Verführung, verführen Es gibt niemaden, der so gut ist wie ich in dem, was ich tue Denn in der einen Minute liebt sie dich, in der nächsten nicht mehr Sie wurde von dir nur kurz gestohlen Verführung, verführen Es gibt niemaden, der so gut ist wie ich in dem, was ich tue Denn in der einen Minute liebt sie dich, in der nächsten nicht mehr Sie wurde von dir nur kurz gestohlen Sie sitzt da, wird abgefüllt an der Bar Sie sagt, es geht schneller die Dinge aufzuzählen, die mit dir nicht falsch laufen Als die, die es tun Da ist eine Sieben-Track-CD in der Anlage im Auto Und ich bin auf jedem einzelnen, and du nicht – ohh! Ich bin das Logo auf dem Dallas Cowboy Helm: ein Star/Stern Aber ich werde mich nicht zurücklehnen Und nur mit einer Silbe reimen – nee! Mach es lauter und schau zu, wie die Hater einfach nicht aufgeben Weil sie einfach nicht gut genug sind, aber ich geb nicht auf Bis ich mein Respekt bekomme und ich werde nicht aufhören bis ich genug bekomme Denn ich werde meinen eigenen Erwartungen nicht gerecht Dieser Hater Alarm verstummt Und Obama nahm die Bombe von meinem Namen Also hör auf zu heulen weil ich dein Weib genommen hab, Kumpel, sie ist mein Weib Du liegst leider falsch, wenn du denkst, dass ich nicht im Game bin, Junge Und Dinge sind nicht mehr so, wie sie waren, seit dem Tag, an dem ich dazukam Trag dein Herz am rechten Fleck, ich versorge dafür den weißen Tank, Junge Aber du hast es mir schwer gemacht, warum erwähnst du meinen Namen? Es ist deine Bitch auf meinem Schwanz, es ist nicht meine verdammte Schuld, man, ich kanns nicht sagen Verführung, verführen Es gibt niemaden, der so gut ist wie ich in dem, was ich tue Denn in der einen Minute liebt sie dich, in der nächsten nicht mehr Sie wurde von dir nur kurz gestohlen Verführung, verführen Es gibt niemaden, der so gut ist wie ich in dem, was ich tue Denn in der einen Minute liebt sie dich, in der nächsten nicht mehr Sie wurde von dir nur kurz gestohlen Es ist, als ob wir lyrisches Tauziehen mit deinem Ohr spielen Hörst du es, Mädel? Komm her Halt dein Ohr an die Anlage, Schatz Während ich in dieser Weltpremiere ausraste Wie ich sie verführe, locker es bischen auf Mit einem kleinen Fresstyle der dich – warte, verlier ich dich damit? Siehst du jetzt wegen mir schlecht aus? Nun, dann hab ich Neuigkeiten für dich Kumpel, du wirst sie verlieren Oh warte, sie mag es nicht; wenn ich schnell spitte Ob ich versuche zu zeigen; wie? Lass es mich etwas langsamer machen Es wird trotzdem ein Feuerwerk Du wirst dein ganzes Album hinauswerfen wollen Wühl dich durch den Scheiß und versuch was davon zu retten nur um sehen Ob du irgendwas davon behalten kannst, Wichser, aber davon kann nichts mit mir ficken Bitch, glaubst du wirklich an diesen Scheiß? Du glaubst, du hast es drauf mit den Silben? Hör auf zu spielen Mit diesen Beats ist nicht einfach so herumzuspielen Sie nennen mich Fire Marshall: Ich dominiere den Scheiß Dein gesamtes Arsenal reicht nicht aus um auch nur eine Runde mitzuficken Ich bin auch das Gegenteil von dir Du bist der Mirkokosmos von dem was ich am Mic bin Ich bin geil und du nur ehrfürchtig Sie ist verliebt, sie hat ihren Kiefer verrenkt Als sie meinen Schwanz gelutscht hat ..ouh scheiße Verführung, verführen Es gibt niemaden, der so gut ist wie ich in dem, was ich tue Denn in der einen Minute liebt sie dich, in der nächsten nicht mehr Sie wurde von dir nur kurz gestohlen Verführung, verführen Es gibt niemaden, der so gut ist wie ich in dem, was ich tue Denn in der einen Minute liebt sie dich, in der nächsten nicht mehr Sie wurde von dir nur kurz gestohlenEmbed

Eminem Freestyle #2 Lyrics I got a riddle Whats little and talks big with midget arms and creamy white filling in the middle That will do anything to throw dirt on my name If it means walking the whole Mediterranean Is he an Albanian, Armenian, Iranian, Tasmanian? No! His names Raymond and, oh, oh sorry, yo, so sorry, woah But that was a long time ago when I was just Joe Shmoe Rapping in Joe Blows basement I apologized for it before, so Either accept it or you dont and lets move on If Ive shown that Ive grown and get the bone Keep licking these nuts you industry mutts Keep walking around sniffing each others butts Or should I say asses What would be the more politically correct term to use for the masses The question I ask is: how can I explain this? How can I swing this in English language If I switch to slang and turn man to mayn Do I do it in vain or simply to entertain? Am I being real or am I being fake? Am I just a fraud or am I truly genuine? Or am I caught up in this hot water? Wody, on my daughter I told ya I love this culture, dont let em insult ya Ima tell ya one more gain, this is the environment that I was brought up in But every now and then I use my pen to get rid of some frustration Or should I say shun? Is it just another one of my subliminal ways of racism? Your face is numb, youre stunned, your look is cold Like that of a man of seventy-some-years-old And it only gets colder, which Is why I understand And cant be mad at a forty-four-year-old fan With a chip on his shoulder, who only owns a half of a magazine And the only way to have it seen is to put me on the front of it again Only thing that makes him grin is to see me frown Papa cant stand me, papa needs to take his medication and sit the fuck down In his new chair that goes round and round That he bought from new money in his bank account That I get him every issue when the thang comes out Sit back, and let his puffy clown hair come out And let his black sidearm wrestle his white side Yell Apartheid loud enough that he might slide He might find someone dumb enough who might ride But aint nobody over here buyin two white guys disguised as pro-black There is no slack Far heart for college grad in a fitted hat and a hunch back Standing by the clearance coat rack In some old slacks and tomorrows old throwbacks Yeah Shady in the place to be seen And it takes what I got to rock the mic, right! Still not gonna cater these punks Fucking cocksucking, pussy lips, haters, dicks, cunts!Embed

It’s Murda Lyrics URRRRRRR Uh-huh! Yall motherfckers ready or what? Is yall motherfckers ready or what? I dont think you are! I dont think so! They got my back against the building Im the villian thats creeping around corners Like shorty. - You see them niggas reaping around, warn us! Unless he coming through! Gunning through! Running through! So be careful what you do - see them slugs might come to you As long as I can remeber. - The streets have kept me safe! And ever since that time in December - the heats been in my waist I need a - extra set of eyes so I keep my dogs with me Doctor says let them die - till this fcking dog bit me! I dont know whats wrong with me? ! - But it seems like since you heard of us Yall niggas been wanting to murder us, cause couldnt fck with the third of us Still against me! - And wanting to see me in the box! Grilling me! - All crazy - when you see me in the locks Leave you dead/red like fox! - Aint nothing funny about that I see you in a coma. - Aint coming up out that! You hold on - for too long and they aint pulling the plug for you Ill run up in the joint myself and bust another slug for you! Its murdaaaa! This place is my house, I might as well erase my face with Withe-out Cause yall cant see me like Ma$es eyebrows Climped out of a nice house Through the front window and heard this guy shout. Pull a .9 out during a rhine bout While Im rippin this shit, put a clip in it spit 5 rounds And murder you hoes worse Convertable flippin vertical nose 1st With the top off Landin upside-down Youre tied down and duct-taped. - Fck rape! Id rather just hump a sluts leg, with my nuts shaved I take a squat then post up - with the toast up I bring beef to a closure. - Know somethin? From cat? to fool some - Im loathesome I scream out: Fck the world! Then I throw something Niggas scheming hard but fck it, its the god I leave bullets lodged leave you leaning on your broad And our punks leave you gagged up in your car Slumping - Kennedy-style with your memory out. - What the fck yall want? Daddio with the calico Let the gaty blow leave you bleeding on your patio I leave rivals on their backs looking up at the sky blue Not only do I leave you, I hide you! I before you, X and xx xxxx! Death before dishonor now and prior to! Boss man fire on you! - Conspire you! Me die before you? - You liar, you! Niggas is dead off the hits I improve Shit, I got the Feds who aint buy it to Yall niggas dont listen - when the streets are in prison When we find them we twist them - niggas wakin up missing Yall dont understand we want yall all to hate it Its murdaaaa! - Murder incorporated Its murdaaaa! - In crime we all related Its murdaaaa! - See if yall can fake itEmbed

Unuttum Ölmeyi Lyrics Hayatın işlerinden anlamadığım ortadayken Her bi sikimi bilmediğimi söylemem gerek Nasılsa, yanımda kimse yoktu nasıl başladığımı bilmez hiçbiri Belki şimdi değil olur da öldüğümde görürsünüz gerçeği Unuttum ölmeyi Elim kolum bağlı yine de her imtihana hazır tuttum önceyi Çünkü her şey zannettiğimin aksineydi Şeytandan ilham almam inancımı yitirmemişti Eminim şu anda çünkü hiç olmadığı kadar somut resimler Bahane bulmak için fazla gerçek Cennette çocuklara ezberletilmem Belki bu yüzdendir Cehеnnemde serin kanlı gеzinmem Küçük sırla dolu hayatta nereye kadar Kâra göre uçuk bi zarar Azar işiten kuyu kazar ve kişi yaz arar Bir an için onun yeri mezar Hasetle bakanın nazarı değse göze batmazdım Kasetle boya bulma sanatını söze katmazdım Neyin izinde yürümek istediğimi bilmeseydim Hiçbir zaman bu basit kafiyeleri sallamazdımEmbed

Unsigned Hype: Eminem LyricsWow, its been a few months since weve profiled a creme-de-la-creme MC in need of some nurturing from a record company. During our ninety day hiatus, however, our ever-reliable Flavortracker 2000 came across a target that, in many ways, redefines the term ill. He goes by the name of Eminem . After making a buzz in the Detroit area for quite some time, he just recently gained the hip-hop nations attention with his impressive showing in events like the Rap Olympics. One glimpse of the contents within his Slim Shady demo, one cant help but recognize that this rapper of the Caucasian persuasions got skills.      As far as flow, he keeps it simple, yet extremely effective. In Murder, Murder, he kicks a humorous tale about a bank heist gone wrong: Left the keys in the van/ With a gat in each hand/ Went up in Eastland/ Shot a policeman/ Fuck a peace plan/ If citizen bystands/ The shit is my hands/ Heres your life span/ For what your lifes worth, this money is twice than/ Grab a couple grand and live in Iceland/ See, Im a nice man, but money turned me to Satan. Another guaranteed rewinder is the semi-demented Just The Two Of Us, a crazy tale about the actions Eminem takes upon his babys mother. With wifey placed comfortably in the back of his trunk, Em drives far and wide explaining to his seed the reasons why daddy had to bury mommy.      Point blank, this aint your average cat. This Motor City kid is a one-of-a-kind talent and hes about to blow past the competition, leaving many melted microphones in the dust.Embed

8 Mile Lyrics Sometimes I just feel like quittin, I still might Why do I put up this fight? Why do I still write? Sometimes its hard enough just dealin with real life Sometimes I wanna jump on stage and just kill mics And show these people what my level of skills like But Im still white, sometimes I just hate life Somethin aint right, hit the brake lights Case of the stage fright, drawin a blank like Da-duh-duh-da-da, it aint my fault Great big eyeballs, my insides crawl And I clam up, I just slam shut I just cant do it, my whole manhoods Just been stripped, I have just been victd So I must then get off the bus, then split Man, fuck this shit, yo, Im goin the fuck home World on my shoulders as I run back to this 8 Mile Road Im a man, Ima make a new plan Time for me to just stand up and travel new land Time for me to just take matters into my own hands Once Im over these tracks, man, Ima never look back And Im gone, I know right where Im goin Sorry, Momma, Im grown, I must travel alone Aint gon follow no footsteps, Im makin my own Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile RoadEmbed

Revival Lyrics01. WALK ON WATER FT. BEYONCÉ: Songs Of Universal, Inc./Shroom Shady Music /Hotel Bravo Music/Universal Music-Z Songs o/b/o Skylar Grey/Oakland 13 Music All Rights Administered By Wb Music Corp. Obo Itself And Oakland 13 Music Produced by: Rick Rubin Co-produced by: Skylar Grey Recorded by: Mike Strange & Joe Strange @ Effigy Studios in Detroit, MI & Jason Lader & Stuart White @ Shangri La Studios in Malibu, CA Assistant engineers: Rob Bisel, Johnnie Burik & Tony Campana Mixed by: Manny Marroquin @ Larabee Studios in North Hollywood, CA Turntables by: Rick Rubin Bass, drum programming, moog & synth by: Jason Lader Digital editing by: Rob Bisel & Johnnie Burik Strings by: “The Section Quartet”: Eric Gorfain, Richard Dodd, Daphne Chen & Leah Katz String arrangement by: Jason Lader Piano by: Skylar Grey @Grizzly Manor Studios in Park City, UT Beyoncé appears courtesy of Columbia Records, a division of Sony Music Entertainment. 02. BELIEVE: Songs Of Universal, Inc./Shroom Shady Music /Que Chevere Music / Dynamic Reality Music /Universal Music/Slick Jesus LLC Produced by: Eminem Additional production by: Luis Resto & Mr. Porter Recorded by: Mike Strange & Joe Strange @ Effigy Studios in Detroit, MI Assistant engineer: Tony Campana Mixed by: Mike Strange Additional drum programming by: Mr. Porter Keyboards by: Mark Batson, Luis Resto & Mike Strange 03. CHLORASEPTIC FT. PHRESHER: Songs Of Universal, Inc./Shroom Shady Music /Dertyworks/ EMI Music Publishing /Halwill Music Produced by: Mr. Porter Recorded by: Mike Strange & Joe Strange @ Effigy Studios in Detroit, MI Assistant engineers: Tony Campana Mixed by: Mike Strange Contains elements of “Its My Thing” written by Erick Sermon, Parrish Smith published by Halwill Music . All rights reserved. Performed by EPMD courtesy of Universal Music Enterprises. 04. UNTOUCHABLE: Songs of Universal, Inc./Shroom Shady Music /Heavycrate Music /Universal Music/Dynamic Reality Music /Dertyworks/EMI Music Publishing /Almo Music obo Itself and India Music Inc. / Universal Music Corp obo itself, Damasta Music, Varry White Music and Spirit Music, Inc., Penny Farthing Music obo Arlovol Music and Damask Music c/o The Bicycle Music Company Produced by: Eminem, Mark Batson, Emile Haynie & Mr. Porter Recorded by: Mike Strange & Joe Strange @ Effigy Studios in Detroit, MI Assistant engineer: Tony Campana Mixed by: Mike Strange Keyboards by: Mark Batson, Emile Haynie & Mr. Porter Drums by: Mark Batson, Emile Haynie & Mr. Porter Bass & guitar by: Mark Batson Additional background vocals by: Skylar Grey Contains excerpts from “Earache My Eye” written by Thomas Chong, Gayle Delorme, Richard Martin published by Almo Music obo itself and India Music Inc. . Used by permission. All rights reserved Featuring samples from the Cheech & Chong recording “Earache My Eye” produced under license from Warner Brothers Records by arrangement with Rhino Entertainment Company, a Warner Music Group Company Contains excerpts from “Born to Roll” written by Duval A Clear, Andre Brown, Tyrone Kelsie & Eric McIntosh Performed by Masta Ace Incorporated Published by Penny Farthing Music obo Arlovol Music and Damask Music c/o The Bicycle Music Company, Universal Music Corp obo itself, Damasta Music, Varry White Music and Spirit Music, Inc. Recording courtesy of Concord Music. 05. RIVER FT. ED SHEERAN: Songs Of Universal, Inc./Shroom Shady Music /Heavycrate Music / Universal Music /Ed Sheeran Limited and Sony/ATV Music Publishing Limited Produced by: Emile Haynie Recorded by: Mike Strange & Joe Strange @ Effigy Studios in Detroit, MI & Tony Wall @ The Padded Cell, Nana Glen Assistant engineer: Tony Campana Mixed by: Eminem & Mike Strange Guitar by: Ed Sheeran Ed Sheeran appears courtesy of Asylum Records UK, a division of Warner Music UK Limited. 06. REMIND ME : WB Music Corp., Ain’t Nuthin Goin On But Fn Music /Feemstro admin. By Universal Music - Z Tunes LLC /EMI Blackwood Music, Inc., Songs Of So Fab Music Produced by: Dr. Dre, Theron Feemster & Trevor Lawrence Jr. Engineered by: Mauricio “Veto” Iragorri @ Encore Studios in Burbank, CA Assistant engineers: Robert Reyes & Charles “CharlieRed” Garcia Mixed by: Dr. Dre Mix engineer: Quentin “Q” Gilkey @ Record One in Sherman Oaks, CA 07. REMIND ME: Songs Of Universal, Inc./Shroom Shady Music /Finchley Music Corp c/o Kobalt Songs Music Publishing, Universal Music – Z Songs , Penny Farthing Music obo itself and Young Man Moving Inc. and Doc-Rabb c/o Microhits Music Produced by: Rick Rubin Recorded by: Mike Strange & Joe Strange @ Effigy Studios in Detroit, MI & Jason Lader @ Shangri La Studios in Malibu, CA Assistant engineers: Rob Bisel, Johnnie Burik & Tony Campana Mixed by: Dr. Dre Mix engineer by: Quentin “Q” Gilkey @ Record One in Sherman Oaks, CA Turntables by: Rick Rubin Drum Programming & Synth by: Jason Lader Digital editing by: Rob Bisel & Johnnie Burik Sound effects by: Rob Bisel Backing vocals by: Mr. Porter Contains excerpts from “I Love Rock ‘N Roll” written by Jake Richards and Allen Saches published by Finchley Music Corp c/o Finchley Music Corp c/o Kobalt Songs Music publishing used by permission all rights reserved. Performed by Joan Jett and The Blackhearts courtesy of Blackheart Records Group Inc. Contains excerpts from “PSK, What Does It Mean” written by Jesse Bonds Weaver, Jr. Published by Universal Music – Z Songs performed by Schoolly D courtesy of Sony Music Entertainment Contains excerpts from “Bust A Move” written by Matt Dike, Luther Rabb, James Walters & Marvin Young published by Penny Farthing Music obo Arlovol Music c/o The Bicycle Music Company. BMG Firefly Music obo itself and Young Man Moving Inc. and Doc-Rabb c/o Microhits Music performed by Young MC. Recording courtesy of Concord Music. 08. REVIVAL : Songs Music Publishing, LLC o/b/o Glass Lake Publishing , Songs MP /Freq Show Music/Songs of Universal, Inc. /Cashonlee Trax/Primary Wave Beats/BMG Platinum Songs US /EMI Blackwood Music inc obo itself and Soviet Kitsch Music Produced by: Frequency and Aalias for Whole Doubts Recorded by: Frequency and Aalias at Freq Show Music Studios, Brooklyn, NY Mixed by: Mike Strange Vocals by: Alice and the Glass Lake Contains elements of “Human Of The Year” written by Regina Spektor and Published by EMI Blackwood Music inc obo itself and Soviet Kitsch Music . Used by permission. All rights reserved. 09. LIKE HOME FT. ALICIA KEYS: Songs Of Universal, Inc./Shroom Shady Music /Hotel Bravo Music/Universal Music – Z Songs o/b/o Skylar Grey/Leonard Street Songs Limited/These Are Songs of Pulse all rights admin by These Are Songs Of Pulse/ Pipe and Rock /Que Chevere Music /Lellow Productions, Inc. admin. by EMI Music Publishing, Inc. Produced by: Just Blaze for Rebel Base Industries Co-produced by: Eminem Recorded by: Mike Strange & Joe Strange @ Effigy Studios in Detroit, MI, Just Blaze & Andrew Wright @ Jabber’s Place, NYC & Ann Mincieli @ Jungle City Studios, NYC Assistant engineers: Tony Campana & Brendan Morawski Mixed by: Eminem & Mike Strange Additional percussion and programming by: Myles William Additional keyboard & programming by: Canei Finch Additional keyboards by: Luis Resto Alicia Keys appears courtesy of RCA Records, a division of Sony Music Entertainment. . 10. BAD HUSBAND FT. X AMBASSADORS: Songs Of Universal, Inc./Shroom Shady Music /KIDinaKORNER / Que Chevere Music /Songs Music Publishing, LLC obo Songs MP , S. Nelson Harris Produced by: Alex Da Kid for KIDinaKORNER Co-produced by: Eminem Recorded by: Mike Strange & Joe Strange @ Effigy Studios in Detroit, MI, Travis Ference for KIDinaKORNER & Sam Harris at House of Blessing Studio Assistant engineer: Tony Campana Mixed by: Manny Marroquin @ Larabee Studios in North Hollywood, CA Mix engineer: Chris Galland Assistant mix engineers: Robin Florent & Scott Desmarais Additional guitar by: Mike Strange Additional instrumentation by: Alex Da Kidd for KIDinaKORNER X Ambassadors appears courtesy of KIDinaKORNER/Interscope Records. 11. TRAGIC ENDINGS FT. SKYLAR GREY: Songs Of Universal, Inc./Shroom Shady Music /Hotel Bravo Music/ Universal Music-Z Songs o/b/o Skylar Grey/KIDinaKORNER Produced by: Alex Da Kid for KIDinaKORNER Recorded by: Mike Strange & Joe Strange @ Effigy Studios in Detroit, MI & Travis Ference for KIDinaKORNER Assistant engineer: Tony Campana Mixed by: Manny Marroquin @ Larabee Studios in North Hollywood, CA Mix engineer: Chris Galland Assistant mix engineers: Robin Florent & Scott Desmarais Vocal production by: Skylar Grey Additional guitar & bass guitar by: J Browz for KIDinaKORNER Additional Instrumentation by: Alex Da Kid for KIDinaKORNER Additional keyboards by: Mark Batson Skylar Grey appears courtesy of KIDinaKORNER/Interscope Records. 12. FRAMED: Songs Of Universal, Inc./Shroom Shady Music /Karams Kid Songs)/Colgems-EMI Music, Inc./EMI Music Pub LTD Produced by: FredWreck Co-produced by: Eminem Recorded by: Mike Strange & Joe Strange @ Effigy Studios in Detroit, MI Assistant engineer: Tony Campana Mixed by: Mike Strange Guitar, bass & keyboard by: FredWreck Contains elements of “Pilgrim” written by David John Byron, Kenneth William Hensley Published by Colgems- EMI Music, Inc. and EMI Music Pub LTD Used by permission. All rights reserved. Featuring samples from the C&K Vocal recording “Pilgrim” courtesy of SUPRAPHON. Used by permission. 13. NOWHERE FAST FT. KEHLANI: Songs Of Universal, Inc./Shroom Shady Music /Dynamic Reality Music /Antonina Songs/ Downtown Music Publishing /Akashic Field Music/Downtown Music Publishing /Downtown Music Publishing Produced by: Rock Mafia & Hit Boy Recorded by: Mike Strange & Joe Strange @ Effigy Studios in Detroit, MI & Steve Hammons & Adam Comstock @ Rock Mafia in Santa Monica, CA Assistant engineer: Tony Campana Mixed by: Mike Strange Additional keyboards by: Mark Batson Cello performed by: Cameron Stone Kehlani appears courtesy of TSNMI/Atlantic Recording Company. 14. HEAT: Songs Of Universal, Inc./Shroom Shady Music /Universal Music Corp. obo itself and Protoons, Inc. , American Def Tune and Brooklyn Dust Produced by: Rick Rubin Recorded by: Mike Strange & Joe Strange @ Effigy Studios in Detroit, MI & Jason Lader @ Shangri La Studios in Malibu, CA Assistant Engineers: Rob Bisel, Johnnie Burik & Tony Campana Mixed by: Dr. Dre Mix engineer: Quentin “Q” Gilkey @ Record One in Sherman Oaks, CA Turntables by: Rick Rubin Guitar, drum programming, piano, synth bass & synth by: Jason Lader Digital editing by: Rob Bisel & Johnnie Burik Contains elements of “King Of Rock” written by Darryl McDaniels, Joseph Simmons, Lawrence Smith and published by Universal Music Corp. obo itself and Protoons, Inc. . Used by permission. All rights reserved. Contains samples from “King Of Rock” performed by Run DMC courtesy of Sony Music Entertainment. Used by permission. Contains elements of “Girls” written by Adam Horovitz and Rick Rubin and Published by Universal Music Corp. obo itself and American Def Tune and Brooklyn Dust . Used by permission. All rights reserved. Contains samples from “Girls” performed by The Beastie Boys courtesy of Universal Music Enterprises. Used by permission. 15. OFFENDED: Songs Of Universal, Inc./Shroom Shady Music /Fraser Publishing Co. /BMG Platinum Songs /EMI Blackwood Music Inc. /EMI Music Pub Ltd. Produced by: Illadaproducer Co-produced by: Eminem Recorded by: Mike Strange & Joe Strange @ Effigy Studios in Detroit, MI & Darwin Sanchez @ Record Room Studios in Miami, FL Assistant engineer: Tony Campana Mixed by: Mike Strange Additional vocals: Kent Jones Contains elements of “In You ” written by Charles Bradley, Thomas Brenneck, David Guy, Leon Michels Published by BMG Platinum Songs and EMI Blackwood Music, Inc. and EMI Music Pub Ltd. Used by permission. All rights reserved. Contains samples from “In You ” performed by Charles Bradley courtesy of Daptone. Used by permission. 16. NEED ME FT. PINK: Songs Of Universal, Inc./Shroom Shady Music /Hotel Bravo/Universal Music – Z Songs o/b/o Skylar Grey/Wild Pink Music/Heffalump Music/RoyNet Music /KIDinaKORNER Produced by: Alex Da Kid for KIDinaKORNER Recorded by: Mike Strange & Joe Strange @ Effigy Studios in Detroit, MI & Travis Ference for KIDinaKORNER Assistant engineer: Tony Campana Mixed by: Manny Marroquin @ Larabee Studios in North Hollywood, CA Mix engineer: Chris Galland Assistant mix engineers: Robin Florent & Scott Desmarais Vocal production by: Skylar Grey & Jon Ingoldsby Additional drum programming by: Mr. Porter Additional guitar & bass guitar by: J Browz for KIDinaKORNER Additional instrumentation by Alex Da Kid for KIDinaKORNER Pink appears courtesy of RCA Records, a division of Sony Music Entertainment. 17. IN YOUR HEAD: Songs Of Universal, Inc./Shroom Shady Music /Warner/Chappell Music Ltd /Scramjonesmusic Produced by: Scram Jones for Beast Music, Inc. Recorded by: Mike Strange & Joe Strange @ Effigy Studios in Detroit, MI & Scram Jones @ Beast Music Studios in New Rochelle, NY Assistant engineer: Tony Campana Mixed by: Mike Strange Contains elements of “Zombie” , Warner/Chappell Music Ltd . All rights administered by WarnerTamerlane Publishing Corp. All rights reserved. Performed by The Cranberries courtesy of Universal Music Enterprises. 18. CASTLE: Songs Of Universal, Inc./Shroom Shady Music / Jaleesa and Mahdis Music admin by Universal Music Publishing /P. Injeti for Universal Music/No America/ Socan/E. Alcock for Universal Music Canada/Socan/Matriz Music admin by Universal Music Publishing/Socan Produced by: DJ Khalil for DJ Khalil Productions LLC. Recorded by: Mike Strange & Joe Strange @ Effigy Studios in Detroit, MI Assistant engineer: Tony Campana Mixed by: Mike Strange Guitar by: Chin Injeti & Erik Alcock Bass by: Chin Injeti Additional keyboards & drum programming by: DJ Khalil Additional vocals by: Liz Rodrigues 19. AROSE: Songs Of Universal, Inc./Shroom Shady Music /Unichappell Music, Inc. & Sa-Vette Music , Unichappell Music, Inc. , Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp. & Third Story Music, Inc. Produced by: Rick Rubin Recorded by: Mike Strange & Joe Strange @ & Effigy Studios in Detroit, MI & Jason Lader @ Shangri La Studios in Malibu, CA Assistant engineers: Rob Bisel, Johnnie Burik & Tony Campana Mixed by: Mike Strange Turntables by: Rick Rubin String programing & drum programing by: Jason Lader Digital editing by: Rob Bisel & Johnnie Burik New drums by: Ken Lewis and Dylan Wissing Vocal stab by: Ken Lewis Contains elements of “Im Gonna Love You Just A Little More, Baby” , Unichappell Music, Inc. & Sa-Vette Music . All rights administered by Unichappell Music, Inc. . All rights reserved. Performed by Barry White courtesy of Universal Music Enterprises Contains elements of “The Rose” , Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp. & Third Story Music, Inc. . All rights administered by Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp. All rights reserved Featuring samples from Bette Midler recording “The Rose” Produced under license from Atlantic Records by arrangement with Rhino Entertainment Company, a Warner Music Group Company. Eminem: Management: Paul D. Rosenberg, Esq. & Tracy McNew for Goliath Artists, Inc. Eminem Tour Manager: Marc Labelle for Goliath Artists, Inc. Eminem and Shady Records Legal: Theo Sedlmayr & Lisa Donini, Esq. for Sedlmayr and Associates, P.C. Eminem A&R Administrator: John Fisher Shady Records A&R: Dart Parker & Mike Heron Additional A&R: Pedro “Dro” Genao Eminem Booking Cara Lewis for CLG Eminem Booking : Steve Strange for X-Ray Touring Aftermath: Legal: Peter Paterno, Esq. for King, Holmes, Paterno & Berliner LLP Production Coordinator: Larry Chatman General Manager: Ashley Palmer Interscope: Marketing & Publicity: Dennis Dennehy Marketing Director: Jason Sangerman Production Coordinator: Les Scurry International: Don Robinson Legal: Jason Kawejsza & Todd Douglas A&R: Manny Smith A&R Administration: Alicia Graham Art Direction & Design: mikesaputo.com Photography: Craig McDean Sample Clearances: Deborah Mannis-Gardner @ DMG Clearances Mastered by: Brian “Big Bass” Gardner @ Brian Gardner Mastering EXECUTIVE PRODUCERS: DR. DRE & RICK RUBIN WWW.SHADYRECORDS.COM WWW.EMINEM.COM © 2017 Aftermath Records. All rights reserved1Embed

Pray For Me Lyrics Nitin Randhawa Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Im always ready for a war again Go down that road again Its all the same Im always ready to take a life again You know Ill ride again Its all the same Tell me whos gon save me from myself When this life is all I know Tell me whos gon save me from this hell Without you, Im all alone Who gon pray for me? Take my pain for me? Save my soul for me? Cause Im alone, you see If Im gon die for you If Im gon kill for you Then I spilled this blood for you, hey I fight the world, I fight you, I fight myself I fight God, just tell me how many burdens left I fight pain and hurricanes, today I wept Im tryna fight back tears, flood on my doorsteps Life a livin hell, puddles of blood in the streets Shooters on top of the building, government aid aint relief Earthquake, the body dropped, the ground breaks The poor run with smoke lungs and Scarface Who need a hero? You need a hero, look in the mirror, there go your hero Who on the front lines at ground zero? My heart dont skip a beat, even when hard times bumps the needle Mass destruction and mass corruption The souls of sufferin men Clutchin on deaf ears again, rapture is comin Its all prophecy and if I gotta be sacrificed for the greater good Then thats what it gotta be Who gon pray for me? Take my pain for me? Save my soul for me? Cause Im alone, you see If Im gon die for you If Im gon kill for you Then I spilled this blood for you, hey Im supposed to be the soldier who never blows his composure 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 to 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 Yo, I cant sing, but I feel like singing Yeah, Im happy I wanna fuckin sing Check it out Get out your seat ho High speed chase, 405 is the freeway Slangin my- bangin my- swangin my Coupe de Ville Scoop DeVille Like that, right back, top of the hill Wheel in my hand with a trunk full of contraband Swimmin under water like Im Aquaman I used to drink gin, now its vodka, man Boss Dawg is the baller, no propagand Ill pop yo band, dont try and stop the plan Ill rock your land, step back and pop yo man Spaced out, caked out, no bug-a-boo Flipped out, Cripped out, nigga, what it really do? Time brings change, so I changed my name Tryna take flight while they clippin my wings Groupie ass niggas, see you tripping again With nothing to gain, plop plop, pop and I bang Thirty days later Im back on the streets Got a batch of bomb beach, shit Im trying to eat Feet to the pavement; money, Im cravin it What about the bitches Dogg? Are you savin em? Can a blind man see? Can a shark survive outta water for a week? A snitch is a snitch if he solemnly speak I dont know near nothin, Im a product of the beach Who gon pray for me? Take my pain for me? Save my soul for me? Cause Im alone, you see If Im gon die for you If Im gon kill for you Then I spilled this blood for you, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey Who gon pray for me? Take my pain for me? Save my soul for me? Cause Im alone, you see If Im gon die for you If Im gon kill for you Then I spilled this blood for you, hey Just in case my faith go, Ill live by my own law Ill live by my own law, Ill live by my own Just in case my faith go, Ill live by my own law Ill live by my own law, Ill live by my ownEmbed

Whoo Kid Freestyle LyricsStep right up, im about to light up the skyline So bright im about to fuck your whole night up Light up your glow sticks, go stick a stick in your ass This is the ghost of christmas past This is your host, youre supposed to kiss his ass This is gross, but listen close Stick your whole nose in his crack then lets one go And blows your whiskers back, then get a great whole whiff Cause if you last it out, without passing out Youll be on the next episode of fear factor Yea back to, back to what? I dont know, smack a little child actors butt Mike Jackson, what? What the fuck you want? i got a blunt and some jesus juice Who needs a excuse these days? the way they rally around Pedophiles youre lucky i dont pee in your face I can do anything and apologize for it later As long as it isnt a racist tape from 88 That cannot be forgave If i drank pee for 18 years straight And eat shit everyday on a porcelain plate That was shaped like a toilet with a fork, and steak knife For the rest of my life, i had to watch my wife Get fucked by Vanilla Ice, twice a day Cause i said N-I-G-G-A, when i was a teenager Blah blah Shade-a 45 Shorty let me get your number baby, maybe I can hump your leg, with something But its time for me to go, so i stopped Jumped in the vehicle, its like this Because iEmbed

When I Grow Up Lyrics Yeah, when I grow up, you know what I wanna be? Take a seat, let me tell you my ridiculous dreams I wanna rap, yeah, I know its hard to believe And I can tell youre already thinkin I will never succeed But Im okay with it, I admit the lyrics are weak Ive been workin on em, Ill be good eventually I understand you gotta crawl before you get to your feet But I been running for a while, they aint ready for me, ahh I know this prolly isnt really realistic And honestly, I might not ever make a differencе But that dont make a differencе, Ima have to risk it Ive been crunchin numbers, you aint gotta be a mathematician To see the odds aint rootin for me I cant lie though, its kinda how I like it to be The underdog, yeah, you prolly think you know what I mean But what Im saying is they ever push me, Im gonna swing, yeah I could go to college, get in debt like everybody else Graduate and prolly get a job that doesnt pay the bills That dont make a lot of sense to me, forget the Happy Meals I dont like the dollar menu, I would rather make a meal Huh? Make a mil? Nah, I said make a meal Home-cookin, get the grill, how you want it? Pretty well? Everything I see is overdone to me, Im not Adele But Ima get a record deal and say hello to mass appeal When I grow up, I just want to pay my bills Rappin about the way I feel I just want to make a couple mil Leave it to the fam in the will I just want to sign a record deal Maybe buy a house up in the hills Might not be the best in my field But I guarantee that Ima die real When I grow up I been knockin doors down like a Jehovah witness God as my witness, Im with this But on the real, I think I need another witness! If it was 1717, black daddy, white momma wouldnt change a thing Light skin mothafucka certified as a house nigga Well Ill be God damned, go figure In my blood is the slave and the master Its like the devil playin spades with the pastor But he was born with the white privilege! Man, what the fuck is that? White people told me as a child, as a little boy, playin with his toys I should be ashamed to be black And some black people look ashamed when I rap Like my great granddaddy didn’t take a whip to the back Not accepted by the black or the white I dont give a fuck, praise God, I could see the light Everybody talkin bout race this, race that I wish I could erase that, face facts Everybody people, everybody bleed, everybody need something Everybody love, everybody know, how it go Everybody people, everybody bleed, everybody need something Everybody love, everybody know When I grow up, I just want to pay my bills Rappin about the way I feel I just want to make a couple mil Leave it to the fam in the will I just want to sign a record deal Maybe buy a house up in the hills Might not be the best in my field But I guarantee that Ima die real When I grow up While Im drivin, Im moonwalkin in the sky with some shooters We jump inside of the Buick, you duck and hide from the Rugers A couple choppers, acoustic in the guitar with no music Guess Im alive and I use it, get stuck inside of the cubics I never lie, but the truth is Im fuckin tired of these losers And all my life want the food when its supper time and the juice But Id rather die than to lose, its a matter of time fore I lose it And strategize with the movement-t-t-t-t-t Walk in the trap like a boss, ooh Ho, you know Im drippin with the sauce, ooh Pretty, with a face full of scars All they did was build me up, tried to take me apart They aint ever wanna celebrate like you have a label Call the doctor, heard the chopper make em do the Macarena All you niggas sweet as candy, chocolate chip and Now and Later Jolly Rancher, stick of bubblegum, its watermelon flavored Get the paper, Ima on the corner Heard you niggas got the juice, but I got Corona Got a little Spanish bitch, I call her maricona Joyner Lucas, bitch, Im hotter than a fuckin sauna Yeah, I make you niggas All you new niggas dont do it for me, look Bitch Im the professor, you a student to me, woah Designer shades on, like you cooler than me, wait All we do is win, you a loser to me Rappers wanna When I grow up, I just want to pay my bills Rappin about the way I feel I just want to make a couple mil Leave it to the fam in the will I just want to sign a record deal Maybe buy a house up in the hills Might not be the best in my field But I guarantee that Ima die real When I grow up 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 Im talkin, lil bitch Im sorry, wait, whats your talent? Oh, critiquin My talent? Oh, bitch, I dont know who the fuck yall 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 When I grow up, I just want to pay my bills Rappin about the way I feel I just want to make a couple mil Leave it to the fam in the will I just want to sign a record deal Maybe buy a house up in the hills Might not be the best in my field But I guarantee that Ima die real When I grow upEmbed

Rondell’s Beat Tape Lyrics Yo, Yo. Whats up, whats going on? Uhh, Marshall in there? (Nah, nah, he in there working out right now You gon have to wait for a minute) Well hes expecting me, I gotta get through there; I have something to tell him Its very important (Yo, man, yo he told me give him like an hour man He been in there working out man, listening to music right now just gonna have to come back, wait or something.) Look, boy I dun came all the way from across the whole side of the earth to get over here, boy Move outta the way, or youre gonna get a hot one in your fuckin chest Old man? You see this right here? {cocked gun sound} {gunshot} I told you, boy! Shut your damn mouth! Fuck, now watch out, let me through here! Move out the way, shut your mouth! Here, here, here handkerchief! Shut up, shut your mouth! {door opening sound} Marshall! Rondell! Marshall! Whats up boy? What up man? Yaknow Im chillin man. Yaknow When did you get out? Uhh, that, never mind that man A little while ago. Yaknow, aint nothin to it Uhm, Im not here to talk about, or catch up with you Whats up with my uhm, whats up with my verse you promised me, boy? Oh, oh I was gonna uhm, I was gonna send it to you Send it to me? You were gonna- Yeah, I was gonna send it to you Uhm, I was gonna lay it, uhh, tomorrow You dont even have an address on me, boy I just got outta jail Well... You aint come to visit or nothin You were in solitary. They said, they said you killed a guard Look, never mind that Look, look, before I got locked up, I put my stash up. Okay? Uhuh Soon as I got out, I got my stash, and when I found it, guess what I found? A beat tape, I got a beat tape A beat tape? A beat tape. Ya, a beat tape A beat TAPE? Ya, I got the track right here that me and you can get on Oh, okay Yeah, right here Right now!? Uhh, yeah! Im a little busy right now. Im runnin right now. Im a little busy Look, treadmill or not, youre gonna drop a 16 right here now 16!? I got a microphone right here And I got my tape right here, my beat tape Imma put this in, and youre gonna give me a 16 Were gonna record your vocals, and well mix that shit down later Or, I can put one in your dome, chop the body up And by the time I leave this motha fucker Its gonna be 2 AM in the morning, instead of 3 {cocked gun sound} Aight, aight! Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah! Play the beat, play the beat! Fine! Ill spit whatever you want man! Okay, check it out, check it out Aight, aight. Uhhh... {beat plays} Im Slim Shady Here to drive you crazy Its Slim Shady and Rondell, baby Yo, check it out, on the mic we get ill Comin to you live from the treadmill {gunshot} What the fuck was that wack ass shit? Spittin that bullshit on the mic Comin to you DEAD from the treadmill Gimmie my damn beat tape Imma take my shit to Lil Wayne or somebody Somebody who can really spit Beat tape... ugh...1Embed

Shady Baby Lyrics Guess who’s back from Shady’s faction? You gotta know that cause you made him Platinum ‘case you look past ‘em and ask him Is OT alright? I say, Easy, bastards Thought I wouldn’t come back? Nigga, you backwards? He came from crack to obtaining his classics Knowin’ all that, get your ass in action Cause now, you have access to what’s happenin’ The flows eccentric O is back with a mouth full of inventions To hold my fans ‘Til the next album comes, like my second one has Cheers was slept on, it’s a thing of the past I guess got some teeth, made ‘em all laugh When I shoulda been strapped up with gats But I’m from the Ave, so what’s up with that? Cause on previous tracks, Obie’s clutchin’ mags Look at him kickin’ with fat chicks, why would he brag? What possesses him to do a song like that? Shut the fuck up! My nigga, what’s up? Cats with no humor, in the club mugged up You gon’ get a facial tumor Assuming that that looks persuasive or invasive to him This is neither the time or place to pursue him Baby, party it up with Shady, Under the Influence You can’t stop us, Shady baby So come party with my crazy group Yeah, were wilin’, yeah were crazy! Yeah, come on, Sha-a-a-ady! You can’t stop us, Shady baby So come party with my crazy group Were not dead, come on, party it up with us! Throw me in the club, let’s get fucked up! Okey-dokey, Obie’s back in the lab runnin’ the track On my second lap, ahead of these fags Marshall Mathers laced the track So I ride that as if he would have Havin’ a blast with a half a glass of Cognac Next to my pen and pad If I wanna get my abs intact, call Curtis Jack for that Make chicks have asthma attacks The reaction is massive on the Shut the fuck up! My bitches, what’s up? Cats that perfuming in the club hugged up You should get a different human Assumin’ the dude you’re in tune with is wearing PINK Instincts to tell you he’s a freak He ain’t interested in you, he’s lookin’ at G You can’t stop us, Shady baby So come party with my crazy group Yeah, were wilin’, yeah were crazy! Yeah, come on, Sha-a-a-ady! You can’t stop us, Shady baby So come party with my crazy group Were not dead, come on, party it up with us! Throw me in the club, let’s get fucked up! No rehearsals the flow is cursed I spit it in cursive, you know it’s curtains Return with a banger that’s so assertive DJ spinnin’ ‘em in circles certainly Hence, the urgency, servin’ them since the birth of me Get an intense verse from Obie–Wan Kenobi One and only, nothing like a phony Coordinate and macaroni Plus I clap your homie Actin’ like he ain’t have access to madness ?? Fuck that, let’s relax a moment Before we fuck around, overreact and blow it Do it for the folks, those who know how to act enjoyment Actually this is Shady gatherin’, spoil it It’ll beat that ass like a Prince performance You can’t stop us, Shady baby So come party with my crazy group Yeah, were wilin’, yeah were crazy! Yeah, come on, Sha-a-a-ady! You can’t stop us, Shady baby So come party with my crazy group Were not dead, come on, party it up with us! Throw me in the club, let’s get fucked up!Embed

The Requiem/Intro/Breaking The Habit/Not Afraid LyricsGod save us everyone Will we burn inside the fires of a thousand suns For the sins of our hand The sins of our tongue The sins of our father The sins of our young God save us everyone Will we burn inside the fires of a thousand suns For the sins of our hand The sins of our tongue The sins of our father The sins of our young 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 causing mayhem When I say Ima do something I do it I dont give a damn what you think Im doing this for me, so fuck the world Feed it beans, its gassed up, if it thinks its stopping me Ima be what I set out to be, without a doubt undoubtedly And all those who look down on me Im tearing 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 shitting, 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 I dont know whats worth fighting for Or why I have to scream I dont know why I instigate And say what I dont mean I dont know how I got this way I know its not alright So Im Breaking the habit Im breaking the habit Tonight 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 I been through the ringer, but they could 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 handling 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 raising the bar Id shoot for the moon but Im too busy gazing at stars I feel amazing and Im... I dont know whats worth fighting for Or why I have to scream I dont know why I instigate And say what I dont mean I dont know how I got this way Ill never its not alright So Im Breaking the habit Im breaking the habit Tonight Ill paint it on the walls Cause Im the one at fault Ill never fight again And this is how it ends I dont know whats worth fighting for Or why I have to scream But now I have some clarity To show you what I mean I dont know how I got this way Ill never be alright So Im breaking the habit Im breaking the habit Im breaking the habit tonightEmbed

GRRRLS MASHUP Lyrics His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy Hes nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready cause theres fake faces hiding everywhere Made up, makeup, made up stares To hide their stolen air Don’t look too close, don’t you dare Cuz, all my friends are heathens, take it slow Wait for them to ask you who you know Please dont make any sudden moves When youre round and round like a horse on a carousel We go, will I catch up to love? I can never tell Bye La-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la We dont deal with outsiders very well They say newcomers have a certain smell You have trust issues, not to mention They say they can smell your intentions I am the latest colors, I sing the newest songs I read all the lyrics, so I can sing along I am the latest colors, I hate the newest songs I can’t stand the lyrics, I’d never sing along La-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la Come, come on, come all You must be this tall To ride this ride, at the carnival Come, come take my hand Run through playland So high, too high... Gotta get to my throne I can’t fake it, I’ll just make it on my own Round and round like a horse on a carousel, we ride I can’t blame them, I’ll just maim them on my throne Will I catch up to love? I can never tell But I I can’t fake it, I’ll just make it on my own Round and round like a horse on a carousel I can’t blame them, I’ll just maim them on my throne I dont deal with outsiders very well Gotta get to my throneEmbed

The Way I Am Lyrics Uh-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na That was his flow on this song, right? mumbling Tour bus full of bottles and models and bitches who swallow Got guns full of hollows, put you out your sorrow Im rappin on Eminem beats cause I follow the leaders That niggas a beast I feel like a monster or maybe a goblin A straight Jeffrey Dahmer, put dick in your mama Neck like a ostrich, Im fly, fuck a copper Cant judge me at all, put the Johnnie to Cochran My flow brazy, its crazy, insane And the fact that I made it, these fuck niggas hatin it I remember playin this game in my basement Sayin I would make it and fuckin complainin Mama on the link, car, food, and the fridge But we was still strugglin, ballin, triple-doublin Damn near had two jobs, tryna keep up Worked at my school just so I could stay up in there, uh Now I gotta bless her, now I gotta bless her Now I gotta fuck on a bitch named Vanessa Her chest the best, huh, her breasts the best, uh Now Im ballin, next up, now Im ballin, next up This shitll upset, Im fuckin the world like its rough sex Got head from a white bitch, I call it a roughneck Im ball on these bitches like Rucker or somethin Money makin, rich motherfucker or somethin My flow is crazy, its brazy I told you, you run up then you will get cranked like a soldier Make like composers, I promise its over Everything but sober, I do her like homework Niggas think they in it but they not They been trippin, catch em slippin, Ima shoot em with the Glock I been ballin like a Piston, shit, I do this shit a lot All this shit is really all a part of my evil plot This is world domination, triple 9 in this bitch Chiropractor with the chopper, break your spine when it hit I been ballin like Im Kobe or LeBron in this bitch Matter fact, Im feelin like Im in my prime in this bitch This shit finna do numbers on YouTube, trust me Hoes gon love me, they all wanna fuck me Even if Im ugly, I know Im not ugly I been movin around too much, trust me Chopper on my hip with a clover on it, lucky My chopper like a thotty, I pull it out, its busting I really dont got time for none of the discuss-ting I promise all Im smoking all this pack, super musty Off of the dome This shit comin off of the dome And Im comin all for your domes This shit comin off of the dome I make hits and take shits on these niggas that think that they better than me, but they not, go figure Keep the Tommy in my Tommy, lil nigga, Hilfigers Ima ball, Ima swish, lil nigga I remember smoking swishers with my brother and now its backwoods Run up on me, chopper hit you and leave you in backwoods If you lookin for me then Im probably up to no good Runnin through your hood with probably some more goods Water whippin in the kitchen, flippin it like chicken Run up, chopper hit him, put him into su-submission Dont give a fuck about niggas, neither, or bitches I promise you Im only focused on gettin them riches You see it, believe it, white Justin Bieber My swag super hot like I caught me a fever Bring the house down like Queen, no Latifah Youll get smoked like a blunt, no Khalifa Boolin on top with a thot from the block Give me top, you get hit with the Glock All my niggas get money, best believe it or not Run up on me, leave you shot Best believe Im on top Juice WRLD like Pac, shoutout 2Pac Without him I wouldnt be here, believe it or not Shoutout to Eminem, same situation I been makin all this money, I been money-makin I been soul snatchin, I been life takin They think I sold my soul, nigga, I was just playin I just got this shit on my own, nigga, Im just sayin I just got this shit on my own, nigga, Im just sayin My flow is so intricate, intimate, killin em, really Im ripping it Focused like Ritalin, nigga, you get it, dont get it Forget me, lil nigga Proactively poppin like zits, lil nigga On Westwood boolin, back smokin pack With a bitch rollin thrax for me Cause I dont know how to roll Backwoods But its all good, Ima get my shit back Ridin up, like a pimp, lil nigga, you get your shit slapped, nigga Just like slick back, nigga Break you off like a candy, nigga, no KitKat, nigga All my niggas get money, best to believe that, nigga Over-chieve all the niggas, overachieve that nigga They lookin at me like, How we gon overachieve that nigga? He 19, he went three times platinum He wrote that song in twenty minutes, he just started rapping Nah, I been makin it happen, huh Ahahaha They say, Why your dreams super lucid? Ahaha Oh, chief, this beat hard as fuckEmbed

County Hound Lyrics Ay,what up man? You came back quick as fuck Yo,you got that bomb though Yeah thats right,I know Hey how much you need?What you working with? Eighty?Aight cool,Ima hook you up.Ima give you a But you need to keep coming back now,ya hear? Aight fo sure Aight Man,look at that nigga Ca$his He out here tryna get our money Ca$his?The rap nigga?From fucking Orange County? Fuck that shit nigga,this our block Man lets run this nigga off the block.Is you ready? Hell yeah What the business is fo? Ay nigga,what the fuck you doing on our block?What!? Ya look like ya ready to die or some? Man,fuck you Ya mad cuz Im getting all the bread around here,huh? Its whatever then,homie Theres only one way to handle it then,nigga And whats that? Oh shit Embed