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Everywhere I Go Lyrics Yeah Ride wit me Come ride wit Trice, man I brought my man wit me Curtis Interscope Jack Mr. Mathers, my nigga Fif Holla at em Everywhere I go, I mean, like everywhere I be It seems like everybody knows, how I get down, and why B, homie Everywhere I go, I mean, like everywhere I be It seems like everybody knows, how I get down, and why B, homie They say Obie Trice gone, look at him Back then I was Mike Jones, who would even look at him? Now I recite songs with icons, see I come from convicts and crumbs My nigga, listen, his transitions shows his ambitions Nuttin less then the man getting off his ass and vanishing Into the world of ass kissing, witness him with Ashton Kutcher Now they ask for pictures, autographs, signatures Went from rags to riches to getting ass from bitches Its hard to grasp the situation at hand When you used to have to ask for digits Now they pass em to you like easy fast for tickets Classic isnt it? Coming from a past with a casket Dips from beneathe the grass, so youre cremated to ashes Nigga, created from the Craft, this is past fictious Fif, tell em how we was when we last wen visit And now the spotlights on Trice But back when the spot life was Trice I always kept beside a spot for a mic, despite Wrongs and rights, I would write after I slung white To homes on the pipe, I had a notion I would be bi-costal But being across the ocean is la vida loca And vada loco, Im in Janayo Konecheewa in Tokyo, its sushi with eel I got a taste for that pompies chopping up in Brazil Drinking the finest wines in France on the hill Now how real is he to come from where we get killed To having all his dreams fulfilled, look out I got fantasies of being in Italy where the women be Offering me the cooch-o, eating on ossobuco Awesome, I know, so often, we just reach the coffin And never get to see what the worlds offering {50 Cent} Yeah Things change man You know, get a chance to travel See the world and you start to look at things a lil different {Obie Trice} You aint bullshitting Cuz I aint never thought Id see it out the hood Heh, look at a nigga now1Embed

Backstage in London 2001 - Tim Westwood Lyrics Cmon y’all look theres six of us Yall right now are in the midst of In the mix with us With Tim Westwood Y’all cant step to us Yall just should Shut your damn mouth, I cannot cuss so damn Is the worst word that I can say outta my mouth So when I do this foolish rhyme is fluid Spittin like ammunition when I go to it I hop to it, it aint hip hop is it? Yes it is yall need to pay us a visit Were D12 reason it aint just D6 Cause when we stomp you it feels like twelve of us knee clicks Ah and it goes like that, everybody know y’all give us the mic’ back G shit, respect it Ill fuck a bitch that’s pregnant and anorexic Check it, Im up to no good You laughin, Im fresh Tim Wood-Wood Please don’t fucking cuss, motherfucker suck my dick Dont talk shit Yo Im fuckin up So Ima pass the mic to my nigga Proof Blast off Im drivin seventy-five miles per hour Sippin Amaretto sour Bumpin Money and the Power Im on my way to send my enemies some flowers With a sarcastic face I murdered the coward Tryna stop my hustle You get devoured You get covered with mo shells and mussels layin awkward I bust you With your family layin in Boxford I pack something special to keep the cops hurt The word is covered with it so you cant stop dirt Im snatchin it Dont let the others get it That wont work I smoke Dont let you hit it when its burnt Cause he thinks can rap my lyric You besta stay alert You besta stay alert Ay yo, listen I will come at you for mines Run at you with nines Coat snatcher for dimes Im the punisher of rhymes Call us ginsu Any bit you get cut through You put the fan in fantast I put the f in 1/6th a partner D12 is darker With hearts I hate as pure as Author Cerebral is sharper All six sense keen as Peter Parker This is the area 9 sparker Race through a stage like a wild boar My style of war Even worse than Bizarre snore Punch the oaked arch the land when I march Im a shark that makes battlin into a art Im true with a pen, my category a few would be in Dont matter if you anglo, mulatto or nubian Make the strong fall Ride on a long haul Beat up my last girl cause she sucked the wrong ball All yall MCs whether friend or foe Playin it low, Im plannin to blow ya leg with mo With thoughts that make due I penetrate through You got dreams of beatin me your alarm clockll wake you Hate you, erase your face and disgrace you Spray your filet, and then just lace you doe My style is ratchet with the sin Most of yall like homos. Why? Cause yall gon catch it in the end Im a nightmare devious With the most mischievous crew in the industry Without an ounce of lenience The disobedient Gun grabbin Get stashed End in the back of a paddy wagon Braggin about a stabbin You dumb rappers get blasted Buried alive Under 30 feet of snow On their asses with no casket Im that man Who love CAT scans A fat chance youll be seen alive After bein thrown in a black van Assassin masked man Gettin a lap dance From crack heads On trash cans With my last hand Passin in I blast women Ran past grinnin When the macs spinnin I suffer from bad livin Thats right Im back yall The incredible Hacksaw Jim Duggan Still thuggin With the same 4-by-4 thing Will press against your mama Coochie while we huggin You aint got problems You just act crazy Try havin 8 babies By 12 different ladies It dont add up Do it? I keep sayin Im the daddy But them chickens wont own up to it Run right through it Thats it Bamm Guess who just crushed your party Im Deebo punk What you got on my 40 Its Detroits finest Million niggas spineless Im too f-in dope You better rewind this Did two pints of Bacardi Comin to your party Blastin everybody Im watching this prostitute I said you wanna get down She gave me a frown and said 54 pounds Money Im blastin niggas if they dummie I mire Tim rummie When I pass the mic to Eminem When Im runnin the script it change directions Oh Eminem was grabbin it So Ima let him flow Yo Ill prolly stir up so much shit in Europe I say a bad word and mess the whole tour up Yall dont wanna mess with me It aint ya destiny like child Im never wild when Im riled up off runnin like a mile You runnin to me? Ima punish you If you ever gun at me Any MC, who tries to step to this Im like the exorcist Yo watch my neck just twist Back and forth When I smack you across Your face if you try to say anything this way Yo, but I got down with Dr. Dre Now Im rich bitch, I live a block away From him, yall cant say nothin, yall cant say ish Ish backwards is shi suck my Yea yall dont wanna say it when I display it When I kick this rhyme every time and convey it Theres no escapin They headed for the last stage man They like some ants lookin up to some brothers with a wraith hand Finna get sprayed Frontin me its like grenade pins Gettin pulled If you talk bull Your days in Im blazin Im always in the mood to kill 7 million ways Mac-11 pillin the grill How did occasion What you facin is strictly real I got hostages right now Know how Swifty feel Everything that I own is just concealed Even my cell phone Would you use it Itll slit your ear Im the worst here This message I must get clear When Im up in here Everything is busted clear And thats fo sho Any mic I baby sit it I stay the illest I play with fellas Send you to Marvin Gaye gun fillers Kill what I can On dry land A minute of my hand Will kill an innocent bystand No ER You need CPR After watchin the VCR Of me sittin there beatin your ma Fuck sex, Im a Tec shooter Mind full of crime just like Lex Luther A poisonous trooper Kill your baby mama friend So your son wont have any boys inside his future Fuck Paul Moody for tryna diss Em So Ima diss him And that fool that kissed Kim Just in! Important News Flash Girls cant keep their tongues out Proofs ass Im too fast With the crazy methods But what if they gon shit on you? Oh no thats Shady Records Here it is when I flow back And bust back some contracts Freestyle off that, the battleaxe I splash your vision like cataracts Yo I snatch a MAC out his Cadillac Now your whole team is tryna battle back Or do a battle rap We into none of that rude boy Don Dada I snatch a wrap and doesnt make peanut butter See what utter Style we impose Yall hoes cant flow And thats the way it go P-R to the O And that spells pro Add an O to the F Pro-of fuckin your ho, oops Did I cuss? Ill throw your body in the back of a Vette Hit your brother in the back with a Tec Count blood drippin out the back of his neck Kuniva is never lackin respect I sneak a gat on a jet Jack the pilot the passengers next Practice non violence But I aint perfected it yet Plus you aint dealt with no derelict shat And it can happen to you quick as you can think As quick as the water rush out of a sink homie Quick as you can blink Imagine if I digested a couple of drinks Ill probably black out Send a couple of shots through your mink Im like the black Mr. Link Certified psychotic without a shrink Locked in a pen with ink Your definition of hard Is shootin at a car While mine is 1-on-1 Without a bodyguard I dont like you In a matter of seconds I can strike you I hate you when mac taking three packs and spice 2s Whats your name Yo no robes and press plaque Put through your back once Bizarre overreact Bitches and hoes Im stinkin I give you a two piece Like Kentucky Fried Chicken Yo I was born with these devilish ways Manic depressin with punk ways And syphilis aids from humpin babes Inside of caves, I got it made? Stop lyin to me chick You just wanna get laid I been wildin out Since the fifth grade I been had a fetish For switchblades, huh? Look what the hell Detroit done conceived A man with more schemes Than the teeth in the mouth of Mateen Cleaves Best believe we did it D-1-2 counts and your out Without Detroit rock city, shifty, gritty Temp me or piss me And I lift these ten feet High enough to start a riot up Without Friar Tuck Im wired up Yup yup, ask Teddy The law run when they see me Lickin my machete A lot of ill MCs be scared of Duvall Like they got a house, a wife, two kids and a dog So ask your self Who stay folding the bank? Who stay in handcuffs And stay in the holdin tanks? Who stay in the beefs? Who stay in the streets? And he go to strip clubs Just to play with his meat Yo its Big Proof yall Aint nothin fabricated Your whole image to me Is over-exaggerated Who call us the Dick 12 When I spit shells They stop, duck and roll Just to try to get shells Thats how I feel, you plastic I light up a mag clip Faster your ma light up a glass dick And thats it My team consist of crackers and blacks That looks like the green packers with straps an You get smacked with gats Backwards when I attack nerds Who use these words before I know that Flow that, catch pictures without that Kodak Slow that, roll down homeboy you beefin? You got what reason? When I turn into DH thats Derty Harry A nigga make your ass become late As in living and breathing... Whos jumpin in so I can stop doing this freestyle receiving? Somebody save em- I swear Im leavin you in the receiving room With two tubes your breathing through Yall dont wanna stop this It aint even true If you try to F with us Then were leavin you In a, mother f-in Is what I wanna say so bad But I cant so Im steppin To this mic with Something that I recite Thats a little bit clean But fuck it Im mean When I kick this shit like a guillotine I kick a iller scene Im bound to kill a teen Slim Shady in your illest dreams Your kids worst nightmare Hold it right there Hold the beat yea Right there, the snare, and the drum kick Yall are dumb sick Yall need to get off my Diiiiiuuchhk Dang They temp me like Tim and Smith Witness this As you get cracked with this fifth An alcoholic Drowning rappers inside a toilet Cause Im venomous Gaugin how you somersaultin I slap you for talkin You caught with lies For that Ima have your mother walkin on her thighs I stalk in day time Thats with no disguise I do walk bys Drag em out in chalk gauze And my hand is where your heart lies Throw you seconds what you ask in prisons Its the bomb I told you I wasnt bullshittin Its a-- test I come near The Hot Boys and Mannie Fresh Now whos the freshest point him out I eat him like a Ex Lax Then shit him out Take a ecstasy mixed with hay and Tanqueray Im blow em a record deal Then windy day Im swervin of lust Servin the cops on the murderous plot Kill your moms and put her in a box These bullets are strong as a Ox Im sly as a fox To creep up on you In your drop top While you feelin phat I jack you for your suburban earned knots Urgin to cock this gauge Thatll leave you disfigured Like surgeons on pot Kill you like Im killin this beat Before your funeral arrangements are complete Im released back on the streets When people are actin up I tell Derty Harry to back me up And blow your mouth back like that be tha Its kinda ballistic Derelict With the intelligence of a religious devoted terrorist To make you history Like gold medalist And its evident that I can blow your legs off And leave you with one foot to pedal with As time permits And Im the shit With a rhyme to spit If you dope Then give me a line to sniff Here In hell Yea thats probably where I see you again Where Proof in hell With 10 males A lawless figure From that same clinic A flawless killer Bump a rap gang gimmick So many back n come with the same sentence An in the same sentence they bid it for that fame in it The fact is Im doper than packages That jump the borders I hate you and dumb reporters Yo Proof your raps dont benefit drugs do it Shut up while Im tryna butt fuck Jennifer Love Hewitt A lot of you talk shit Buttplug I can put my hands on you from anywhere in the world Rob your crib while you hidin under the bed with your girl Swiss cheese your mattress and I birl I get scantless Across this atlas Nuttin up like squirrels An alcoholic Like I said before Im the type of brother that the 5 will ignore When they see me on the streets On the 3-1-3 Thats Detroit, Amityville Im Swifty passin it What? Pass it Im high off acid Plus Im plastered Im a bastard who jumped and laid classy With no clothes on butt naked And asked for acid I already said acid I said it twice But your head is full of lice I tried to pull a heist With a refrigerator full of mice And full of ice Yoo Im so nice that Ima be polite to you Yo you dont like this mic do you Good then let me take it back When I rock this mic then I do a naked rap That means I rap naked Yo you half bacon or half baked A damn saint Oh for Gods sake You dont want me to throw your whole squad in a lake Cause when I rhyme and roam this trip with bones to pick Any MC who wants to grab this microphone and rip It Will get shit Sh-it Sh-it Its o-on Yea Cause when I rock like that Any MC who kicks hip hop like that They get smacked with the back of the hand While I pull up in a black van Take all your mans and Duct tape em uck rapin Fuck rapin Yea Forget it I said it Anybody in this bitch get beheaded and shredded Like rice or lice Whatever you wanna do I take this mic device Strike it twice Im twice as nice as Anybody in your crew when I Do whatever I do I want to Cause I dont care Cause Im drunk And I Beat a punk dude up Throw him up he get chewed up And then spit it out Shit it out Like D12 cause well poop on you Yo anybody in your group on you Yea I dont really care I aint familiar And if you wanna wave And that really Whatever This is how we have fun Christina sucks and Brittney swallows Bizarre did too much on a bottle You think Im a joke Cause I smoke I might sign from Capitol to Interscope Too much dope That I take MCsll get baked Sayin Bizarre kid is fake What People in France Are musty Step to me I will bust thee In the mouth Boy you know what Im all about Going through customs I might fruck around and bust them I said fruck I put a R In between the F and the UK Im in the UK And I will do get out with any MC or a DJ Who dont play the right beat Make you mincemeat Over a Prince beat Or a damn snare I dont care you clap your hands bitch Ill smack you there Gotta shut the hell up and sit down Because my skills are developed And my whole skeleton Exoskeleton Im coming from under I cant be serious over this beat Stinkin ass Bizarre Bamm guess who crushed the party Its Deebo punk what you got on my 40 Detroits finest Million niggas spineless Im too f-in dope You better rewind this Did too much the way it counted Smell like cigarettes, dog shit and old brownies I strands then police is after me I boost like a car battery I aim for your heart Im broke as fuck I shop at Kmart Why you laughin Tim Westwood Im comin to your hood Breakin in your house Smackin your spouse Eatin your grandmother-- ohh Aight Aight Aight Ayo yo Lets just Lets do some drillin Im so f-in crazy I killed my own MAMA Ate her fat ass up Like I was Jeffrey DAHMER IM A Wild type of brother With a HUMMER HOURHHGGH What rhymes with hourhhggh I dont know let me think Poor Wait a minute let me take a drink I take a little sip of Bacardi and Mountain Dew And then Ill start to fuck up anybody out thats new Oops I said F The F word Yo Im a F-er Im phatter than a heffer The grandmother I left her Butt naked right in the middle of 7 Mile Yo my stylell make the reverend smile With my blouse Undo my blouse And ran through my house Im serious and delirious When Im- Nigga step up I put them on the motherfuckin hospital gate Im smokin on the gate Smokin weed everyday With someone I say My AKll blast em When I get em Ima hit em HIT EM And watch me split em Word up D back in the crib With my kids And to the beat Ayo thats how I-- How I eat barbecue ribs I barbecue because Im hard Dropped out the boulevard pull your call card I dont play when it comes to rhymes Cause when it comes to rhyme like Im down from Earth Tell em a story Go bout the days of glory When we was hard on a boulevard Everybody knew it Yo we was young and stupid I grew up It was though It was what I had to huff an puff With my acrylic palette Puff huff Got my palette Pale jacket See this gun I pack it Yea And we rob banks too And were quick to shank you Take your money and say Thank you Thank you THANK YOU I spank you I spank you with this gun the butt of it Yo aint want none of this You dont want none of this punishment I got a ton of shit Yo Throw your hands up and shut your mouth I live in Detroit but got a crib down South Stop cookin with grease Stop cookin with grease Stop cookin with grease And put potatoes in a big bag Stop cookin with grease Stop cookin with grease Stop cookin with grease And put the Funyuns in a big bag All these potatoes I made you I made you I made you Look at all these potatoes I made you Aye This is called How you wild out I lot of people tryna peep my style out Whats up to my people I dont bail out OK OK we cant take it no more I rap if you can smell rap and when us all clap Expose whack rappers Then I smack em with my ball sack Flatten em like inner tubes Shorten your whole Life like a DJ Head interlude Punch my fist through The ponchos of thinner dudes And when Im in the mood Make a serious winner lose Sippin gin an booze Mixed with opioids and perm To opium and sherm And a fallopian of sperm Hopin people learn No more jokin with me Denaun why dont you say something over the beat Bump back we jump strapped We jump with the track Meet every morning They girlies want to act Why do the girlies dunked the brother in the truck Why do the girlies dropped the brother in the truck I say me girl and since its on me And we tryna let the song for the whole party Be back my boy They throws em up in the place Put up your gun and just shoot up the place So I turn to the one handed juggler and ask him Why is he looking to steppin to a octupus I know a guy named Marc LaBelle That sparks the L Climbed up a garage and fell In The Garbage Pail Ayo Em your nuts are large as hell Would you put em up? Well thank you I was in the garage and fell Until I saw Marc LaBelle And sparked a L And fell in a Garbage Pail Ah, ah, ah M.O.P Pauls favorite crew Yeaaah I roll with a gang That sport platinum chains Tearin niggas out the frame Who the fuck wanna- Me and Kuniva drunk drivin Pissin on hydrant Swallowin whole bottles of Viibryd Bitch suck my cock while Im peein I did it all with a Jamaican, Chaldean, Korean Bizarre the life taker Rush you with a ice breaker Break your kids back They call me the back breaker You dont want it Especially when Im blunted Cause youll get stepped on like Keith for seventeen hundred I stay cold like Steve Austin Cause D12 got problems Like cars from the auction Drunk drivin passin to Kuniva So he can rip the mic I F a dyke Yea Everybody in this bitch remains all gay While I sit and blow up my brains all day With the chainsaw chain keeps spinnin The motor keeps runnin The engine keep revvin So I go to sleep hummin Some people never notice me comin Like I was jackin off while you were sleepin Its still Dre Day nigga, AK nigga Former up Ill keep you warm a lot Know what Im sayin with the mouth that I perform to God Where they came to a home with some warm ass cock And thats the way I am And hey you see Yeea The little brothers still playin in the streets And everything that Ive always worked to Really worth it too cause I feel proud workin through If you aint smokin weed Then you aint down with me And you aint down with P Paul Rosenberg and we Its understood that it aint all good These rappers couldnt hang with me If they came from Rosewood Thats where the cops come Rappers get pistol whipped with shotguns Till the handle is broken Or till the barrels smokin You rap challengers Get pushed off banisters Unavoidable like anvils Droppin on toon characters I aint feelin ya So why you actin like a cinema Messed around and got in some shit Like enema Spillin ya cap Endin ya rap Killin ya back Like crash collisions A bad decision to react I be the homegrown black Hooded up, devious Rough rap constructor Unpredictable genius Cowardly lyin ass rappers Get left spleenless State of mind is demonic And Im still fiendin Im mixed in from hellfire So you cant extinguish Pluckin all you crab MCs Up off my penis They dont wanna beef I love scuffles I wont hesitate to sock you again With swollen knuckles My 380s penetrate You hoes buckle You done crossed my line Like interstate so.. I do what you cant do Rappers get trampled When Im strapped like bamboo You get clear like samples Im wreckin it From Detroit to Netherlands See its evident All you rappers would never win You need to get a fat ass book for self defense See your healths at risk You get smoked like cigarettes Keep it cool bro You wouldnt like it when Im upset Scratchin your nose can be a threat Its true dog I wipe you out the blue with a nine milli Slappin you silly Leave rappers flatter than lily Pads and its really Sad how they kill me Thinkin that they fresh, but ha! Im not feeling Plans, power movements Im on some rude shh Im gittin Prodigy For his SP Slap him and tell him that Keith Murray sent me Since hes locked down Ima shoot till the Glocks empty Invite Lil Kim to my record release party And Foxy Brown too Just to get beef started Cold hearted, come to your show and bogart it Blast guns blindfolded and tell cops Im retarded Went to the lyricist lounge And seen Cage Poured my piss down his throat Then told him I had AIDS Master P asked me to do a song with him As long as Super Shock aint rappin, nigga Im with it Told my Runyon Ave niggas Id make em proud By butt fuckin every ho in Destinys Child yea Seen Toto at a mobile Told Puffy it was over Cause Faye signed to my label for a Range Rover My brains sober But I still cant think Cause I keep seein Kelly Price in a black bikini Or something like that it was a topless thing I told her get naked let me fuck her while shes singin Yo, yo ,yo Full of em already and hocked to bury your block With a brief and a dynamite blast Now you to pass it Your girl be sharin the ass with niggas I roll with The girl pick up clues quicker than Theraflu does colds bitch We on some low shit holdin my- And your mama for ransom money to pay our rent with See yall punks just sick Sicker than sick walk up in hits Hands in their mouth and not acclaimin a tricks That aint even it Its gettin me mad Ill pop any fags for-- You can tell when D12 just had a session Blood, empty brew bottles and automatic weapons Bring your boys Fuck it Bring your posse Watch em get ate Like chicken and broccoli Bizarre gettin head Till Im half dead Watch the bitch slop Like she had no -orrhea Ramblin Steadily gavelin Im tellin raw In a tuxedo an Hamilton boy And thats the truth We freestylin so Im gonna pass the mic to Proof You can bring protection you gon need it My name is Swifty and I aint tryna sound proceedic When its time to grab the mic and get loose We do shady stuff I snatch mics from Proof You cant snatch mics from me I snatch mics from many MC in this industry Injuring MCs It doesnt matter Rhymes get better That chit-chatter You get batted Like cake mix I dont scrit love I scrit slug So take six Thats the way they sound My name is Swifty Yes, its goin down Now can you see tho Ima tell you the truth Swift I dont want you to rap I was tryna pass the mic to Proof But since you wanted to interrupt Get the battle up and keep your dukes up and get smacked up When Im real I feel You dirty like you dirty beer We got this 300 pound Rooster head man Tryna battle me This is what we do man You cant handle me slag We not gonna battle each other because were brothers And we can put it down like no other Smother-rin MCs It doesnt matter man Peace Ima take your money Ima take your money with dice You aint got nothin but some fake ice So I dont want your money All right Dom DeLuise please Stop and get up off your knees Dont tryna battle me man Come on man but you know that you cant cause Its hot and Im tired Day is expiring Maan I wanna retire18Embed

Radio Freestyle Lyrics Ey yo yo, what up? Eminem Slim Shady Representing Detroit, you know what Im sayin? With my man DJ Yooter, Dirty Dozen shit What yall know about Dirty Dozen shit Shout out to Distorted, ordered by the court to be aborted Snorted, right before these vocals were recorded Morbid, too perverted, stay alerted Went to the club, murdered the first slut that flirted Deserted, abandoned by my mama and it hurted The worst nut my daddy ever squirted Screamin, cussin, buzzin when Im bustin, open sores pussin I need another dose of Robitussin Fussin over nothing, an army couldnt calm me Bitching like a lady, shady like a palm tree What the fuck you call me, who you calling soft? Im still fresher than you and bitch, Im fallin off Im horny, and corny girls wont even cross my path Im so dirty, I dont even wash my ass Never took a shower, cower from a scower Prowler, clean your house out in half an hour Whats your flavor, how you want it, ripe or sour? Rifle power, snipe you from the Eiffel Tower Too much weed, Im bout to malfunction Styles drunken, carjacking Al Duncan Slim Shady, peace Spray and wreck, with my man Sway & Tech Freestylin on the mic, rappers aint know whats comin next Yo, Im in a Vette breakin necks Cashin checks, whiplashin necks, smashin decks Freestyle right off the top, rappers aint ready Cut em like a machete The Freddy of rap, hold it steady Bustin rhymes off the top of the dome wit a popular poem Forget a team, man, I can stop you alone Killin rappers, rappers aint ready for the way I do it Fluent when I be kickin these rhymes, aint nothin to it Cause I be bustin em Rappers aint ready, aint got no stamina And I be bustin rhymes on Sway & Tech in front of the camera Damage ya like Ja Rule Hey you, Ill mess up your debut Rappers aint ready for the way you cant save you They cant save you, youre gone, youre finished Youre done, youre diminished Rappers will never replenish Cause Im Infinite, and when I step in it In a minute, Ima kill it when I bust rhymes Rappers aint ready, cause I dont feel it Yo...5Embed

Fuck That Shit Lyrics Yea! Fuck that shit, Ive got shit Im doing Fuck that shit, Ive got shit Im doing Fuck that shit, Ive got shit Im doing Fuck that shit, Ive got shit Im doing Fuck that shit, Ive got shit Im doing Fuck that shit, Ive got shit Im doing Fuck that shit, Ive got shit Im doing Fuck that shit, Ive got shit Im doing Im busy Im busy Im busy Im busy Dont bother me, not me Mr Porter, Im busy Im busy Tryin to talk to the crowd Goddamnit, you win 3Embed

Bodied Teaser Trailer: Megaton vs. MC Goggles Lyrics Battle rap is not boxing! Its a street fight! Words...are...weapons We battle rappers! We battle each other, and disrespect each other in the ring as rappers! If you go off, you a legend for life ...space to say obscenely racist things under the guise of competition. You know how sensitive the climate is towards racism and appropriation The administration is now under a lot of pressure to act... You know, something that Ill never understand about this rap stuff is, um...the shoot this, shoot...that Yo, yo, check it-! Shut the FUCK up! You little squirmy little Reddit blogger! Another Eminem impostor Refers to Elton John as his second father Bob Saget-Rick Moranis-Kelly Osbourne-white trash genetic monster! Probably conceived in the back of a Led Zeppelin concert If Harry Potter had sex with Jeffrey Dahmer, youd be their lesbian daughter! The FUCK are you!? A little fuckin state prison, fuckin RAPE VICTIM!? Hes the new face of racism Im surprised he didnt show up here today with a slave with him, chained to him! He hates African-American culture cause he was raised different! He hates Clinton, Abe Lincoln...pretty much anybody that can relate with him, except Blake Griffin! He feels a little bit more safe with him cause they share the same pigment! BITCH! Hip-hop was meant for MINORITIES! Its NEVER been for you geeky asses! Matter fact, what are these!? Your little fucking reading glasses you need for your English classes!?!? MAN, GIMME THAT SHIT! Man, Ill stomp these into PIECES, in FRAGMENTS! And now you can KEEP them! He can have this! Now you can complete your dream of being this genius math whiz CAUSE EVERYTHING YOU SEES IN FRACTIONS!! NOW, GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE, YOU LITTLE FUCKIN DWEEBY FA-!!! Embed

That’s How Lyrics Hol up, hol up! I know you didnt just throw shit up on this stage, bitch ass nigga! Yeah? Nigga, fuck you! Fuck me? Yeah! Nigga, fuck you, nigga! You little faggot ass nigga! Thats how niggas get fucked up!1Embed

Never Forget Ya Lyrics Yes I understand I done came a long way From huggin them corners to appearin on TV From choppin up nicks like this here feeds me To makin em hits like this shits easy But its not, its a whole lot of bullshit involved And truthfully, Id rather be bullshittin with yall But I gotta chase the donuts, Cocoas growin And its like Oh shit, she was just born And now she knowin every song on the radio If I hear another Bow Wow quotable Grown as ever, school craft for ever Recognize real when I stare at ya, my niggas Im a hold you down, even when Im not around Im just gone for now, Ill be back in a while Back in a while, yes My niggas Koon and G, never forget ya John Doe, I will never forget ya Jo Jo, I will never forget ya P-Funk, how could I ever forget ya? Terry T, I will never forget ya My man B, I will never forget ya Strafmoore, Obie will never forget ya Lauda, how could I ever forget ya? This is dedicated to my chick friends Never stuck in my dick in friends, just my down ass bitches You know who you is like you know how To get a sucker mothafuckas riches, yall aint shit And when I touch back home, nigga, find me a bitch With a fat ass, and no I aint down to trick Thats asinine, Im on the grind and Im tryin to get rich All this a mine so yall got some, get your wigs did My ridettes from East to West North to South, stab a bitch for runnin her mouth Five rugrats, big gun in the house, you run up in You get stretched up out without a doubt, its vicious This go out to all my tataliciouses Yeah, thats what Im talkin about Big homie Creda baby, never forget ya Little Meeko, never forget ya My sister Zata, never forget ya Nikki, I will never forget ya Nigga Cat, how could I ever forget ya? Jim Brown, I will never forget ya Young Bratty, how could I ever forget ya? Keena Johnson, I will never forget ya And now that the album is sold, the story unfolds Cause Im probably asleep on your living room flo Whether gold or plat, O. Trice Always knows to go back, pass the Carnac Crash the Cadillac, nigga aint shit changed Just a whole lot a change, a whole lot a brain A whole lot a dates, a whole lot a thang But hey Im from the D, I got a whole lot a game And I promise, Im as thorough as you made me Detroit living, Im in thoroughly with Shady I make moves til them fools come engrave me They crazy, the pistol was cocked, he wont play me, yeah Rest in peace my nigga Lou Green, I will never forget ya Little Randy, I will never forget ya Keith, I will never forget ya Shawn Stringer, I will never forget ya Little Randy, how could I ever forget ya? My nigga Shan, never forget ya All my niggas thats gone, never forget ya I love yall, its on never forget ya1Embed

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

Follow My Life Lyrics Yeah! , uh Let yall niggas know me Yeah, Eleven, fourteen, seventy-seven a nigga entered Big lips, popped out placenta Mom aint breast feed, had no pop neither Pop leaves shit but a name - Obie Elementary, homie, thats how it started In garbage, retarded, gainin that heart Fuck niggas, claimin they hard, a nigga come home touched My motherfuckin momma bangin me harder Nigga take your ass out there and fight them tomorrow Thats what she told me, little punk, blame that on your father So I had no choice, nigga, pick up a brick Split a motherfuckers shit for tryin to fuck with the kid Get a little older, hair on my dick, now Im curious Niggas on the corner getting money, rockin jewelry Allowance, nigga, that aint man shit Cowards, nigga, that aint man shit I had to prove to myself How these niggas same age as me calculatin this wealth So I got me a clique and niggas what? Workin one sixteenth, like nigga, we can clean up Follow my life, homie from start til now Only my motherfuckin momma nigga holds me down And Lord knows all the shit that I done put her through I speak through her, straight to you motherfuckers Follow my life, homie from start til now Only my motherfuckin momma nigga holds me down And Lord knows all the shit that I done put her through I speak through her, straight to you motherfuckers Two for one, here, here take this, two for one Quit switching dicks, holla at me, see you fuck with Summer 94, Im gettin a little dough Taller than my momma, so Im listenin to her nose Im listenin to them hoes scream O! And Im listenin to them Os go CHOP! P-Funk, Joe and me pumpin on the block, summertime I call her auntie, she cop three at a time Throw a extra bump bringin cline Im so involved with the grind, Im losin my mind Fuck a steady job, Im tryin I steady mob, Im dyin in this game, I aint lyin Sellin so much coke forgettin its a crime Flyin down I-75, pocket full of dimes Give a fuck about the radar on me Bumpin +Big Poppa+ nigga who tryin me? Get off the god damn truck! Fuck you, yo I aint did shit! Put your fucking hands in the air! Bitch! Follow my life, homie from start til now Only my motherfuckin momma nigga holds me down And Lord knows all the shit that I done put her through I speak through her, straight to you motherfuckers Follow my life, homie from start til now Only my motherfuckin momma nigga holds me down And Lord knows all the shit that I done put her through I speak through her, straight to you motherfuckers Yeah, all my of life Only my momma know Obie .. Obie Trice .. Shady and its crazy, motherfuckers1Embed

Jamaican Girl Lyrics Obie, baby, baby She said Obie, baby, baby She said Obie, baby, baby She said Obie, baby, baby She said I just want you in my arms, Obie Hold you till the morning, Obie Know you got it going on, Obie I dont care what them bumbaclots say She said I just want you in my arms, Obie Hold you till the morning, Obie Know you got it going on, Obie Sexin on me, good love to me She say she like em dark skinned, not timid Wanna rumble in my loft is it, talk different Her walks exquisite, switch is ridiculous Locks is twisted like a block, she said Visit us Jamrock, why dont you picture us With kids, a whip, a ton of cannabis? So I can can it on a cannoe Sippin coconuts like its a can of some brew Im what she plan to hold on to She said I just want you in my arms, Obie Hold you till the morning, Obie Know you got it going on, Obie I dont care what them bumbaclots say She said I just want you in my arms, Obie Hold you till the morning, Obie Know you got it going on, Obie Sexin on me, good love to me Haters wanna hate, hey, no way, hey Shell slit ya throat, mess round with O She move a pound of coke, light brown with hopes Of being close to folk, if you clown, youre poked No joke, murder she wrote, provoke me, know a rottie Be a dead body, it be that dread hottie Me no know no one that more potty Down on her knees, up in the party to please my body She said I just want you in my arms, Obie Hold you till the morning, Obie Know you got it going on, Obie I dont care what them bumbaclots say She said I just want you in my arms Till the break of dawn We can get it on, Obie Aint no need to prolong, Obie Realest nigga on this song is Obie Way she move, got me in her hypnotic ways Her voice manuevers, got me thinking bout her day to day See Im faced with beauty, theres nothing more for me to say Put on the dance floor and play with Obie And its no cliché, Os great like the lake So she Pon da River, her way of doing the snake Jamaican Girl, make a true player break Say it aint so, ya truth is fake Incense lit when shes interested in insertion Any minute ya squirting, she gifted in Giving you the business, hurting em Plus she know that art of perversion She said I just want you in my arms, Obie Hold you till the morning, Obie Know you got it going on, Obie I dont care what them bumbaclots say She said I just want you in my arms, Obie Hold you till the morning, Obie Know you got it going on, Obie Sexin on me, good love to me Obie, baby, baby Jamaica! Bumbaclot, surrender! Obie Trice! Love, like, live! Shady Records! Gonna see you again!1Embed

Lose Yourself Lyrics Aw, shit Nah, dont do this shit, blood, dont do it to him You sure you want to do some shit like this? Now nigga, you know you going to get burnt or something Bro, you cant do it, you cant do it Just let it go Ah shit, snap You thought right when you aint diss me Im a lyrical legend, I know they miss me All you mumble rap kids, colorful hair Cant compare to the lyrical phenomenon thats right here Mars, Jupiter, Venus, origins and oranges combine: solar eclipse Your mind is a eclipse of the origin, then, I, hah2Embed

Pick It Up Lyrics Yo yo, back again Ha-ha-ha Turn it up a little bit, pick it up pick it up Yo pick it up, pick it up Yo pick it up If you find a phone call in a Tim Westwood line, what the hell you gonna do? Pick it up! Pick it up! If your ball falls out with a pad on the floor, what the hell you gonna do? While Im smacking up girls to keep the hoes in check The double S-Slim Shady wreck the London set Sit back and relax while my squad smokes crack And tap your man back and be like Ah yes, coming from the mother freaking Midwest Lift your shirt up and let me see them big breasts We molest girls three times a day, three times a night I got G-fulls of criminal peoples Jumping out when we ten deep Beat you down and speed off in a Benz Jeep Brothers be like: Eminem changed his style up! Shut the hell up, Im still seven miles slut! Its 97 so get with it Peep that back in the day stuff when that Infinite tape was hitting Listen, must we forget I originated all that rough shit, that talk drug shit That left motherfuckers who said our sound like Detroit city is where I grew up bitch Peace to all my Outsidaz in Jers Forget what you heard, this is three and one third If you got an STD and your penis falls on the floor Pick it up! Pick it up! If you see a Slim Shady tape on the fucking rack What does Dre do? I get deaf MCees stepped to the left I bust MCees and my name is Wyclef How you doing? I play the banjo, piano whatever it is I rock like Barry Manilow Yo its Slim Shady on the freaking deck Yall dont check it out I wreck the Frim Shady set The Frim Shady is what I said because Im freaking drunk I pick it up, pick it up, I sound like a punk Ayo they wish that they could ban me black Yo, you standing back Def methods, ayo got my hand in that Who ever running it, ayo you get a jammed knee cap Make the healthiest in your fam, handicap You a fan of rap, my clan will tap your school, home, ya bitch house Pull my nine millie, you gonna die with your fist out Enemas is over with Venomous is cobra spit Aggressive dialect with aggressive sober pitch My bionic phonics, demolish your logic, demonic cant stand the chronic impossible to hold on like vomit Mics I palm it, cause they the bomb-it Like terrorist is Islamic, I enter your atmosphere like a comet The new god of rap, call me bigger Thor Snap your back when I slap your ass in a figure four From miles around they can feel us lethal I make hardcore groups like Wu Tang sound like the village people Be no sequel, of the energize, finish style, bust em down right now, the winner is... me Then my man Mr. Paul we gonna star Make your heart beat for your trying get down with us We ball to the end, its time to pretend My friend to the left of me, the death of me Me recipe to be with this dont even test MCees Yall cant get with us its the dress, dress on ya1Embed

Ballad of Obie Trice Lyricsin the background, Obie Trice playing on repeat throughout the whole song Id like to reintroduce myself Haha If you dont know by now Its Obie Trice, man I came from nothin, solo Straight outta the dumpster, hobo Made him a monster, I was cultivatingly slanging that coco Hated the po-po, locally known as abominable snow-o Later the big 4 rated the home where I made the dough grow So on and so fo, the story of us urban negros Created as equals we wouldnt have to be so eager to mistreat you We as a people, heated in the evenings, doing these evils Gotta eat to be cool, got a kid to feed, did it reach you? Or did it seep through? Or do I just speak through the EQ just to say I got a hot sequel? When niggas on the block gotta eat, gotta cop Gotta cop when they caught by the cops Young 2Pacs laid in the box or they age in a cell blocks, fade away Brick walls, steel gates, cant wait for the day to be free Thats why Im Seen it, I done ate it, I done shit it Slept it, lived it Now I spit it Shady Workin that house off an no-doze Got an ounce to roll on Tryin to get rid of the pounds I gotta whip the bounce, I gotta put that chrome on Same old song, young nigga thats trying to get some where I come from Funds, need em in abundance, whole bunch Only way a city boy function In conjunction with selling this substance Chips stay up, fuck it, glucks keep coming, take another pie out the oven Imma be hugging these corners till these corners corner me Currently, Im calculating this currency, urgency Gotta earn a G, uphearnestly, up early when the birdsll sing Its an emergency, never did occur to me, that the first and the thirdll be Such a thirst for me, life almost took a turn for the worst for me Took to see I finally had a purpose on Earths surface the seed that was birthing me Obie gotta do a little soul searching And Obie myself personally And to think all Em had to hear is one verse from me To confirm and unblur my dreams Best believe, since burst on the scene, Imma be here certainly With no uncertainties, yes indeed, Imma get this cheese And thats why hes Thats why Im Thats what made me Haha Thats why Im Young black man in America Get up and get yours, nigga I know you struggling, man, Ive been there I see you Get up and get yours, nigga Aint no looking back now3Embed

Hustlers & Hardcore Lyrics Yo check this out! In life, you got your wannabes You got your gonnabes, and you got your hasbeens Then you got your hustlers and hardcore Oh a line with fakes a time Fresh time, with sure more times Jimminy two time respect mine Big click with breakfast and blacklist War! War! War! War! Vision, knocking you out motherfucker listen Superstition can help you in this battle Gs and sandles who surround you in all the angles All over your shit in shamble Looking the little of latter you fucking runt Hustlers! Hustlers and Hardcore! Giving you more than what you asking for! Say what, say what, we’re hustlers and hardcore Keeping it right, keeping it rough keeping it raw Hustlers! Hustlers and Hardcore! Giving you more than what you asking for! Say what, say what, we’re hustlers and hardcore Keeping it right, keeping it rough keeping it raw Danger hander Banging swinging banner all single hander Hit the left propaganda Ill manner bad grammar stander Got the people chasing with cameras by the manner Hit and slap us, so pajamas Hiding in the hampers under dirty pampers Happy brands will make them happy campers Little laughter Shit nappers Ill puke, eat it, and freak you Battle? Im too weeded to speak to The only key that I see to defeat you Would be for me to remove these two Adidas and beat you And force feed you em both, and on each feet is a cleat shoe Ill lift you off your feet so fast with a roundhouse Youll think I pulled the fucking ground out from underneath you I aint no fucking G, Im a cannibal I aint tryin to shoot you Im tryin to chop you into pieces and eat you Wrap you in rope and plastic, stab you with broken glass And have you with open gashes strapped to a soakin mattress Coke and acid, black magic, cloaks and daggers Fuck the planet, til it spins on a broken axis Hustlers! Hustlers and Hardcore! Giving you more than what you asking for! Say what, say what, we’re hustlers and hardcore Keeping it right, keeping it rough keeping it raw Hustlers! Hustlers and Hardcore! Giving you more than what you asking for! Say what, say what, we’re hustlers and hardcore Keeping it right, keeping it rough keeping it raw Aw yeah2Embed

Blown Away Lyrics 12:30 A.M., I was dead asleep Heard two people screaming outside in the street It was a guy and his girl, they were having a fight Still half asleep, middle of the night Screaming and cussing, thats all you could hear See the girls face and its filled with fear The screaming gets louder, this has gotta be solved But Im saying to myself not to get involved But its gotta be done, someone might get hurt So I grabbed a pair of pants and I throw on a shirt Heard a shot outside, put my Nikes on Seen the girl lying half-dead on the lawn I was scared, but in a hell of a rage Went back in the house, loaded up my gauge Come back outside, girls still on the ground I paused for a second and I turned around Looked up in the dark and I saw a man Six feet from me, with a gun in his hand He shot first, but the sucker missed I was no longer scared, by this time I was pissed The girl was shot in the head, and I thought she was dead The whole spot was red from the blood that was shed Im still on the ground, the sucker points his gun I thought I was dead, no chance to run The girl reaches out from behind the man Springs herself forward, knocks the gun from his hand I grab my gauge and ran halfway down the block Ducked into the alley it was one oclock He picks his gun back up to continue the chase Turns around and shoots the girl straight dead in the face I jumped into a dumpster and I closed the lid Aint no motherfucker gonna shoot this kid He kept on runnin and he passed me up I come up from behind him and I said, Whats up? The punk turned around and his eyes got bigger I squeezed the gun tight and I pulled the trigger Shot him right in the chest, blew him back ten feet And the sucker laid dead, middle of the street In the streets of Detroit, this happens every day But fuck with this kid and get blown away4Embed

Stuff To Never Rhyme Lyrics This is brought to you by Alchemist Mr. Porter Umm... These are the hip-hop donts Starting now, yes Royce da 59 is here If you have an emergency it cannot be with an urgency And if it is with an urgency in your rush to emergency surgery You cannot be burned in third-degree At all And if youre gonna murder me It cannot be like you never heard of me You gotta know its you have to know me Yeah yeah you could go if its If its a second-degree burn okay You can be rushed to emergency surgery But there can be no urgency Absolutely not No urgency you cannot have a limp Yes you you know You can be either or You can be a pimp, and if you are a pimp and thats what you choose to do thats fine Its all good, just do not have a limp You cannot be a mobster and eat lobster If you are a mobster Stay the fuck away from lobster (And, and for anybody that want to start a war And you want to drop a bomb It cannot be on Vietnam Vietnams already over you cant drop bombs) You cannot drop a bomb like Vietnam If its gonna be a missile it cannot be a SCUD missile It cannot be a SCUD missile If youre gonna freestyle it cannot be til youre senile So, you can freestyle thats fine, but do not do it until youre senile Just before youre about to push to the point of senility You cannot die hard You cannot die hard like Bruce Willis No more no more (Your poems cant be popular They cant be popular Cant be off of the dome) If its off of the dome it cannot be a popular poem No more off the top of the head Off the top of the dome Off the cerebellum None of that shit No more, no more (Now if youre getting brains from a girl Theres no way you can become smarter from that You cannot become smarter from brains You can, like she gave me brains and Im fucking genius? No. No) If a girl gives you brain it cannot make you smarter You can get brain thats fine Just do not come out of it a smarter person Speaking of smarter person: knowledge and college You are not allowed to, you can have knowledge But it better not be from college You cannot manage to do damage No more No more manage to do damage If youre gonna manage something it cannot be damage Stay away from damage (If you have, if you have For anybody thats got one skill Do not use it for any means, by any means to pay bills Your skills cannot pay the bills) If you have skills you cannot use them to pay the bills (You think just because youre in the booth its the fucking truth? No! You can lie in the booth too) From now on, lie in the booth Because you cannot be in the booth to spit the truth to the young youth No more If youre in the booth you have to stay away from truth Yes you can have have a backpack This is serious, this is serious I dont care if you have a backpack in your first verse You got three verses and you try to have a knapsack in the third verse? No! You cannot have a backpack and a knapsack! You pick one or the other Pick a fucking fanny pack, I dont care But you cannot have a backpack and knapsack And if theres gonna be violence it cannot rhyme with silence In advance were telling you that You cannot have a riot and be quiet You cant wait, be on the block with the Glock And make it cock No block Glock cock No more of that (You know what ? Im gonna just go out there and say this No more jewelry temperature I dont care how cold, what temperature degree your fucking jewelry Jewelry doesnt have a temperature) Yes no, it cannot be frozen below 400 million degrees Like it just has to, if youre gonna- It cannot be a temperature You cannot be on the level with the devil You cannot - Youre gonna be, if youre gonna be lyrical You better not - You better stay the fuck away from miracles No no no No more love in the club No more If I go in VIP they dont need to see ID, right If youre gonna get buried it cannot be in the cemetery If you are in the cemetery you cannot be buried No more And you cant, you cannot If you go to jail you cannot make bail If youre gonna have swagger You cannot be like Mick Jagger You can be like Mick Jagger but you... its one or the other You have to have one or the other No more rhyming Mick Jagger with swagger, no No more spectacular with vernacular Why do you feel that you have to say that a pencil is a utensil A pencil is a fucking utensil! Right or wrong? Its already a utensil you dont have to make Once you got the pencil you already have the utensil The utensil is the pencil so you dont need to You cannot use a vest to protect your chest (Come up with some other shit Come up with something else for it to protect. Get creative) Maybe the vest protects your abdominals I think we went we went over that but I do think that is important to stress Because if I murder you like I never heard of you What is the difference? Do I not feel as bad because I murdered you because I never heard of you? And if I did hear of you I might actually feel bad, it my weigh on my conscious or something? If youre gonna be near death it cannot be on your last breath You cannot You cant be on your last breath near death But if youve got bodies its not like John Gotti You cannot have bodies like John Gotti You cannot rhyme casket with basket, no more Money, funny, honey, bunny, no more If you like static, you cannot be an addict for it Moderation, static in moderation, static in moderation You cant you cant You can start static, if you start static just you cannot get addicted to it If you become an addict for static, its automatic It cannot, yeah, yo Manual and it cannot be - The static has to be... The static cannot be automatic I think this is- I think this is good Yeah Yes, this will make you If you really want to be if you really want to be considered one of the greats You cant do any of this shit And if youre gonna keep it real, you cannot pack the steel You can pack the steel but you probably shouldnt keep it real Keep it fake Yep be fake with the steel or be real without the steel You cannot keep it real and pack the steel You cannot rip shop in hip hop to the tip-top, you just cant You cant Ground level If youre gonna make me drip drop cuz I flip flop I cannot be in flip flops If youre a new up-and-comer right in hip-hop and you dont understand the history of hip-hop, that these things have been rhymes way too many times by now, were just giving you, you know what Im saying, “The Donts” Listen Im telling you something, Im trying to talk to you, Im telling you something Im telling you something young un. Youre coming up in this game? These are the fucking rules, like it or not. You cannot say this shit, and if, and if you come up missing it cannot be like Hoffa. No. No more missing like Hoffa. I think they found Hoffa anyways, didnt they? Yeah they found Hoffa. So you cant. No more missing like Hoffa2Embed

Renegade LyricsIts Young Money Euro, look I hear the shots bein fired My enemies wired Keep pushin me to execute the same folks I inspired, like why? Tire yourself out to be hopeless and tied Anyone over me is simply roastin over the fire Im over desired flow, Fijis spit feces, its my time Dont gotta watch to see me, believe me, cant take it easy Til my house in Providence looks like the one in Washington, DC No need to campaign, expect change Imma do my damn thing, think otherwise you damn wrong Trynna balls out when motherfuckers tell you to keep your pants on I hear the softest rappers throwing temper tantrums And these hardcore rappers singing camp songs Something aint right, aint nothing alike, we nothing alike I keep my distance, they squinting to see something in sight Take a step closer for some to say I hope you know that no weapon will ever be stronger than what I spit on the mic I understand, I might be out of my line Getting on a beat thats out of my time, Im out of my mind But fuck it, Im over average, I no longer feel a challenge When people would rather listen to whos trending than who has talent Blame the environment, its never silent Couldnt dream, every attempt to sleep disturbed by sirens Such a violent harmony plays when you strum my vocal cords on a violin I am in no position of quitting on living the life I was given Driven and became distant from those who witnessed I kept working, they kept wishing, thats the difference Threatened by my spitting so they spit on my image Im a spitting image of linen, wait a minute Didnt you say I couldnt and wouldnt do? But I did it, couldnt fit in so I told em good riddance Yall forgotten, not forgiven I wouldnt have hurt your feelings if yall wasnt that similar to women I go nowhere unless its too far Im not good enough until Im better than you are, whoever you are Thats if you are the real ya Its easy to die if life is hard enough to kill ya First time for everything, Im everythings first time First and last word in every verse mine But first off, know my first words were said in Spanish So how I manage to be this good with words and English is my second language? Im a renegade Never been afraid to say whats on my mind at any given time of day Cause Im a renegade Never been afraid to holler about anything Anything, anything, anythingEmbed

Food Stamp Lyrics Yo yo yo My mom sent me up to the store with a food stamp For a pack of cigarettes and a book at the newsstand Two dudes ran up, jumped out of a blue van I looked down at the ground and picked up a huge branch I swung it at the first dude, the other one with him Seen it snap so fast it looked like it broke before it hit him So he tried to rush, I swept his legs, pinned him, and bit him He came back with six or seven dudes screaming Get him! I grabbed one, lit him on fire, pinned and bit him The next faggot gave me his shoes like they didnt fit him One by one I just kept droppin em in a rhythm Then I woke up swingin in the middle of the kitchen Embed

Brenda Lyrics Dial tone Hi, baby, thanks for calling 9-7-0-SLUT The hottest live one-on-one line in the city Oh... Brenda Yeah, I need to speak to Brenda, like, immediately laughing Aight Yo, this bitch is about to catch, bitch about to catch it Fuckin slut Dial tone 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 rain 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? Slim chka-chka Hi, my name is! Bitch, you dont play with me, when yo- When you come home tonight, girl Your shit is all out on the motherfucking lawn Thats my word, is bond, yo! My word is bond, when you come home, girl You last now, girl, you motherfucking slut I know you fucking him, girl, I know you fucking him You know what Im saying? I know you fucking him I know you fucking him I know you-1Embed

Infinite Lyrics1. Infinite 2. W.E.G.O. 3. Its Okay 4. Tonite 5. 313 6. Maxine 7. Open Mic 8. Never 2 Far 9. Searchin 10. Backstabber 11. Jealousy Woes Keepin it real in 96 for the entire Infinite crew: Proof, Eye-Kyu, Denaun, Thyme, Mud, Head, Philpot, Jay Dee, Clock Work D.J. Rec, D.J. Butterfingers, Bizarre, L.Z., B-Flat, Swift, Boogie Man, Beretta, Profit, Fuzz, K-9, Mister-Ree, Greed, Scrap, Lo-Key, Vocab, Kim James, Three, Mr. Gill, Same, Squish, K-Dog, Freaky, Da Hooligan, Vitiman C, Short Kut, Dee, Rob, K., Frogg, Slim, Flipside, Marky Bass, J.B., Joe Joeseph, Da Bushman, Shawn P., Mark Hicks, M.K., Maurice Malone, Shan, Manic Wheatbread, Kimbo, my beautiful baby girl Hailie Jade Scott, Wendy, my little brother Nate, & on & on & on & on. You only live once 96 baby! And to those backstabbin knife carryin, jealous, hair dyin, tryin to fuck my girl behind my back, Eminem aint shit talkin, snake sneaky mutha fuckas, thanks for the motivation. I aint mad!!!!!! Executive producers: Jeff Bass & Mark Bass Produced by Denaun Porter for FBT Productions Co-produced by Slim for FBT Productions Recorded and mixed by Kevin Wilder and Robert Flipside Handy at Bassment Sounds Inc., Ferndale, MI 48220 Mastered by Grant Mohrman at Pearl Sound, Canton, MI 48187 All songs published by FBT Productions Manufactured and distributed by WEB Entertainment 430 W. Eight Mile Rd Ferndale, MI 48220 543-0141 - ℗ © 1996 WEB Entertainment1Embed

Hard Motherfucker Lyrics Uh huh, yeah Uh huh, yeah Uh huh, yeah Check it out Well here I am and I came to say Its a devastating rhyme and it goes this way Everybody knows that I aint no sucker Because Im one hard motherfucker Cause Im the baddest, and that is my status And right now, yo, Im bout to show you what phat is Phat is getting off my damn job Because Im phat like a hammock And yo-yo with the damn clock Cause Im the fuckin man that you love to hear When Im bustin out a rhyme in your atmosphere But right now Im bout to grab my nuts Fuck around and say shit all night just to strut So here I go like Robert DeNiro You know that I aint nobodies hero Cause Im the man, so motherfuckin hard Sendin motherfuckers to the goddamn graveyard Ooh, I know you like the way that I Have the ability on the track to punch you in the eye Blam, blaow, boom, slash You know that I just smash, trash Your whole damn crew, your whole damn life Then Ill fuck your goddamn motherfuckin wife Ill take her in the backroom, Ill take her in the bathroom And that bitch can suck on my nuts like a vacuum Ooh, Im hard4Embed

Freestyle Goes Wrong Lyrics Look, if you had... uh.. something Slim Shady Yo, his palms are sweaty, moms spaghetti Ed Edd n Eddy x3 Moms spaghetti, uh, vomit on his sweat already Ed Edd n Eddy x2 Shit...Damnit! Damnit! Why?!! strange noises Aww dicks!Embed

Remember When Lyrics Do you remember when I met you girl everything was alright Do you remember when we got a room we was fucking all night Do you remember the time, girl? Like I remember the time, girl Girl you my type, you just right That blouse on you fit just right Them jeans she got on skin-tight She sexy, cool, but still shy Im colder than a Klondike My polar I got dumb ice We know each other, we go together Like hamburgers and french fries Everything is alright Well never have a fist fight But last night had a sex fight Then told her have a blessed night Im leanin, Im meanin I fall asleep might have dreams in it Hit the club and bring my team in it Not tonight, Imma bring my queen in it I go get it, you bullshitters I hit it, damn right that kid did it You hood critics and hood chickens Please try to stay out my business From south France to south Philly ATL to North Memphis From my city, to your city Think you got more swag but not really Do you remember when I met you girl everything was alright Do you remember when we got a room we was fucking all night Do you remember the time, girl? Like I remember the time, girl Imma put it down So Gucci gon wake up so I run it its gon hurt But when Im gone itll make you want mo Scented oils and candles I pull up in my Lambo The bestest that you never had Two backstreets off the main road You had her but she left so Thats just the way the game go No one on my level so get up out my lane ho I met a girl so real that its no need to run no game on Reminisce of Gucci every time they play my same song Im on her like a long john Short skirt with no thongs on Sexy naked sunbathin outside my house with frames on I took her for some buster and that boy aint gon do shit about it Its alright if we kick it, tell that sucker forget about it Do you remember when I met you girl everything was alright Do you remember when we got a room we was fucking all night Do you remember the time, girl? Like I remember the time, girl Girls to my right, ladies to my left The weathers real hot, snow on my chest And I see this fly girl, tried to get her number Then she tells me that I already smashed last summer Mile high club, G5 planes Remember back rubs and pink champagne Mile high club, G5 planes Remember back rubs and pink champagne Do you remember when I met you girl everything was alright Do you remember when we got a room we was fucking all night Do you remember the time, girl? Like I remember the time, girlEmbed

Rock the Bells Lyrics L.L. Cool J. is hard as hell Battle anybody I dont care who you tell I excel, they all fail Im gonna crack shells, Double-L must rock the bells Youve been waitin and debatin for oh so long Just starvin like Marvin for a Cool J. song If you cried and thought I died, you definitely was wrong It took a thought, plus I brought Cut Creator along Evened up with E-Love down with the Cool J. force Symbolizin in the rhymin for the record of course Im a tower full of power with rain and hail Cut Creator scratch the record with his fingernail Rock the bells The king of crowd rockers finally is back My voice is your choice as the hottest wax True as a wizard, just a blizzard, I aint taken no crap Im rhymin and designin with your girl in my lap The bass is kickin always stickin cause you like it that way You take a step because its def and plus its by Cool J Cut Creator on the fader, my right-hand man We rock the bells so very well cause thats the name of this jam Rock the bells Some girls will like this jam and some girls wont Cause I make a lot of money and your boyfriend dont L.L. went to hell, gonna rock the bells All you washed up rappers wanna do this well Rock the bells Now Im worldwide known, whether you like it or not My one-man band is Cut Creator a.k.a. Philpot Hell never skip it, only rip it when hes on the fader Whats my DJs name, Cut Creator Now you know the episode whos on the wheels Hell drive the crossfader like a cut mobile So precise with a slice that you know hes greater Whats my DJs name, Cut Creator Now you know, what do you know, Earl roles the weed I go to the store and get Old Gold So all you crabby lookin nappy-headed girls get back Cause theres a ten to one chance that you might get smacked Rock the bells The bells are circulatin the blood in your veins Why are girlies on the tip, L.L.s your name Cut Creators good, Cool J. is good-good You bring the woodpecker, Ill bring the wood The bells are whippin and rippin at your body and soul Why do you like Cool J., we like rock and roll Cause it aint the glory days with Bruce Springsteen Im not a virgin so I know Ill make Madonna scream You hated Michael and Prince all the way, ever since If their beats were made of meat, then they would have to be mince Rock the bells So listen to the lines of rhyme, I rhyme on time Hell cut the record in a second, make your DJ look blind So all you Jheri Curl suckers wearin high-heel boots Like ballerinas, what I mean is youre a fruit-loop troop All youre gonna-be, wanna-be, when will you learn Wanna be like Cool J., you gotta wait your turn Some suckers dont like me, but Im not concerned Six Gs for twenty minutes is the pay I earn Im growin and glowin like a forest blaze Do you like Michael Jackson, Do you like Cool J? Thats right, Im on the mic with the help of the bells Theres no delayin what Im sayin as Im rockin you well Rock the bells1Embed

Brain Damage Lyrics Scalpel Here Sponge Here Wait...hes convulsing, hes convulsing Ah Were gonna have to shock him Oh my! Oh my God Were gonna have to shock him Oh my God These are the results of a thousand electric volts A neck with bolts A kid who refused to respect adults Wore spectacles with taped frames and a freckled nose A corny looking White boy Scrawny and always ornery Cause I was always sick of brawny bullies picking on me And I might snap, one day just like that I decided to strike back and flatten every tire on the bike rack My first day in junior high this kid said Its you and I, three oclock sharp this afternoon you die I looked at my watch it was 1:20 I already gave you my lunch money What more do you want from me He said, dont try to run from me, youll just make it worse My palms were sweaty And I started to shake at first Something told me, try to fake a stomach ache, it works I screamed, oww, my appendix feels like they could burst Teacher, teacher, quick I need a naked nurse Whats the matter I dont know, my leg, it hurts Leg? I thought you said it was your tummy Oh I mean it is, but I also got a bum knee Mr. Mathers, the fun and games are over And just for that stunt, youre gonna get some extra homework But dont you wanna give me after school detention Nah, that bully wants to beat your ass and Imma let him Brain damage Ever since the day I was born Drugs is what they used to say I was on They say I never knew which way I was going But everywhere I go they keep playing my songEmbed

Resurgence 2 Lyrics You know, everybodys been tellin me What they think about me for the last few months I mean we talkin bout practice Maybe its time I tell em what I think about them Bitch, you shouldve knew I was coming I been away for a minute But now that Im back you are done with Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like Jay-Z Jig is up, you fuckers who didnt write anything Are getting washed, liga-liga-liga, like bathing Young Hova, I know hitters like Yankees Gun toters that pull triggers like crazy Unloadin, leave you shot up in your Rover Your body goes limp and slumps over Like A-Rod in a month lull, but he just homered Hol up, I said Rover because now your Rover is red Like Red Rover, so you know what I meant But I roll over my opponents instead Makin dog sounds cause I gotta keep breakin these bars down Ill go slow for the speds But when I go like the doberman said I still think the would go over your head Me and Joyner need a couple hearses Double homicide, kill the beat and the verses Everybody livin on the surface But we came from the underground, yeah, we deserve it Whats beef? Beef is when you murder motherfuckers on a beat, kill em all, kill em all Nah, nah, whats beef? Beef is brothers dyin over shit that never mattered in the first place, lyin in the street Whats peace? Peace is when you leave it in the past, let it heal like a cast When enough time pass, and you blast Kinda like John Wick, bars like a convict Fuck around and you dont wanna start shit, woo Comin with the hot shit, all they do is talk shit You could never top it, boy, just stop, stop it High and drunk, call that HD vision All these other motherfuckers full of indecision And I murder with precision all over your television Im numero uno, number one and you is just a subdivision Never listen, we gon leave them missin Thats the mission like ISIS Aint no time to bicker over who the nicest Its Logic, its obvious, just ask the audience Ive come to body this shit Yes, its egregious, Im Regis You Kelly, you pussy, you pussy Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like Jay-Z Jig is up, you fuckers who didnt write anything Are getting washed, liga-liga-liga, like bathing Young Hova, I know hitters like Yankees Gun toters that pull triggers like crazy Unloadin, leave you shot up in your Rover Your body goes limp and slumps over Like A-Rod in a month lull, but he just homered Hol up, I said Rover because now your Rover is red Like Red Rover, so you know what I meant But I roll over my opponents instead Makin dog sounds cause I gotta keep breakin these bars down Ill go slow for the speds But when I go like the doberman said I still think the would go over your head Kidnap a nigga like ISIS Turn a whole world to a crisis Walk around the city with a ice pick I been paranoid, usually, I aint like this Aint no tellin how crazy I might get, uh Beat the police with a nightstick And my whole life, I been lifeless Now Im so fly, Im a motherfuckin flight risk Fuck it, Ima hit em til they jumpin I aint trippin, this is nothin I been livin in the dungeon I done held a couple grudges Went to hell and got abducted, meet the devil Im his cousin, I aint settlin for nothin Got a metal in the truck, I keep a semi when Im bussin Niggas duckin Even Stevie Wonder couldnt see it comin I aint judgin, I just want the money, I dont need a budget I been hungry, I aint got no oven But I got the munchies, nigga How you gon move on the front line? If I dont fuck with you, I just cut ties My high school teacher said Id never be shit Tell that bitch that I turned out just fine And no, I dont know you for the twelfth time We do not share the same bloodline You love to run your mouth like a tough guy Hope you keep the same energy when its crunch time Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like Jay-Z Jig is up, you fuckers who didnt write anything Are getting washed, liga-liga-liga, like bathing Young Hova, I know hitters like Yankees Gun toters that pull triggers like crazy Unloadin, leave you shot up in your Rover Your body goes limp and slumps over Like A-Rod in a month lull, but he just homered Hol up, I said Rover because now your Rover is red Like Red Rover, so you know what I meant But I roll over my opponents instead Makin dog sounds cause I gotta keep breakin these bars down Ill go slow for the speds But when I go like the doberman said I still think the would go over your head Yeah put a couple bitch niggas on, now they talk back Now they pray on my fall, better fall back Hit em whip em dismissing em all never call back Stumble mumbling niggas with words what you call rap Man this shit is a catastrophe My next bars coming up are an analogy of savagery The blood straight thicker than water Im going drrrrr for the family So I hit em wit a semi automatic Im running these niggas static They bleeding I made it g-g-g-g-g-graphic Im killing and wreaking havoc destroying every dynamic Im putting niggas in plastic My reach is fucking organic They broken Im the mechanic They stole it I took it back then replaced it with something magic Completely different and classic The size of the fucking planet Gigantic and so galactic volcanic and so sporadic Im livin life in the fast lane Wake up every morning thinkin Ima have a bad day Drive my own car, I dont like the valet Parked, then I go into my mind with an AK Shoot every thought in my head then it rotates Losin it all, but I think that Im okay Who is involved? I dont know, but Im insane Poof! And Im gone, wanna call me a no name, what!? Last couple years, lets recap I make a livin off of writin out my regrets Im doin me, I dont care where the scenes at Try to give me feedback, I dont really need that I used to walk on stage in a V-neck I used to wear a lil tie with a black vest I came a long way, why you lookin upset? Im tryna paint a picture, get the vision, you aint hear it yet, woo! Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like Jay-Z Jig is up, you fuckers who didnt write anything Are getting washed, liga-liga-liga, like bathing Young Hova, I know hitters like Yankees Gun toters that pull triggers like crazy Unloadin, leave you shot up in your Rover Your body goes limp and slumps over Like A-Rod in a month lull, but he just homered Hol up, I said Rover because now your Rover is red Like Red Rover, so you know what I meant But I roll over my opponents instead Makin dog sounds cause I gotta keep breakin these bars down Ill go slow for the speds But when I go like the doberman said I still think the would go over your head Boy these streets aint nothin nice had to make way out the hood Dont nobody give a damn, had to make sure we was good Just like that before you knew it I had got my record deal When you make it from the bottom just imagine how it feel Lord knows them niggas hate everybody had a doubt Who this nigga think he is? That little black boy from the south They was laughin at me then aint no laughin at me now And for those who dont believe ask em now who run the town How bout you just get the fuck off my dick? How bout you listen and never forget? Only gon say this one time, then Im dipped Niggas aint worthy to be on my shit Havent you heard? Im as cold as the tip Tip of the iceberg that tipped the Titanic No tip-toein round it, my shit is gigantic Its big as the fuckin Atlantic, Im lit, bitch Know a young nigga, he actingso crazy He serve a few packs and he jack a Mercedes He shoot at the police, he clap at old ladies He dont give a fuck if them crackers gon hang him Bitches been askin, Where have you done lately? I stacked a few Ms like my last name was Shady My life is too crazy, no actor could play me My life is too crazy, no actor could play me Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like Jay-Z Jig is up, you fuckers who didnt write anything Are getting washed, liga-liga-liga, like bathing Young Hova, I know hitters like Yankees Gun toters that pull triggers like crazy Unloadin, leave you shot up in your Rover Your body goes limp and slumps over Like A-Rod in a month lull, but he just homered Hol up, I said Rover because now your Rover is red Like Red Rover, so you know what I meant But I roll over my opponents instead Makin dog sounds cause I gotta keep breakin these bars down Ill go slow for the speds But when I go like the doberman said I still think the would go over your head Made it out the hood, now these motherfuckers act like I didnt work for it Ive been doing good you used to stab me in the back in the past like it never could first Went from that beat Honda Civic to a tour bus Whole squad in it, it could only hold four of us Ive been countin hundies in my undies adding more bucks Hotel room full of smoke, keep the door shut How can a hater say Im irrelevant Speakin before you take it out is never intelligent Like Im dead into Hell I went But Im flying over you like a Pelican Flies never get the swatting from elephants Eloquent, thats why theres big amount of malice bin But theyre jealous and all kinda embellishment Trapped in elegance, meaning your fellas mints Now youre shallots and not even an element Look, I been lowkey for a minute I think its time I come out the bat cave This aint the time for you to man up and act brave Im outta my mind but its sustainable rap craze Im on the grind you know the flow is divine Thats why I be on the rise like a volcano when ash sprays These are your last days Im ripping your limbs like crab legs They shouldnt have let me play in this rap race, Im back mane Who said Im fallin off In my celly you gon see a lot of broads And you know that the pussy is fire Thats why they throw it at me like a Molotov Muhfuckas finna get punished You gon see the whole damn rap game plummet Yeah, this nigga Hop done done it You aint even see my little black ass coming Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like Jay-Z Jig is up, you fuckers who didnt write anything Are getting washed, liga-liga-liga, like bathing Young Hova, I know hitters like Yankees Gun toters that pull triggers like crazy Unloadin, leave you shot up in your Rover Your body goes limp and slumps over Like A-Rod in a month lull, but he just homered Hol up, I said Rover because now your Rover is red Like Red Rover, so you know what I meant But I roll over my opponents instead Makin dog sounds cause I gotta keep breakin these bars down Ill go slow for the speds But when I go like the doberman said I still think the would go over your head Beast mode, motherfuckers bout to get hit with so many foul lines You think Im a free throw Figured it was about time for people to eat crow You about to get out-rhymed, how could I be dethroned? I stay on my toes like the repo, a behemoth in sheep clothes From the East Coast to the West, Im the ethos and Im the G.O.A.T Who the best? I dont gotta say a fuckin thing, though, cause MCs know But you dont wanna hear me spit the facts Your shit is ass like a tailbone And youre trapped in your cell phone On my chicken scratch, or my self-loathe I dont want to fuckin listen to you spit your rap someone else wrote Used to get beat up by the big kids Used to let the big kids steal my big wheel And I wouldnt do shit but just sit still Now moneys not a big deal Im rich, I wipe my ass with six mil Big bills like a platypus A caterpillars comin to get the cannabis Im lookin for the smoke but you motherfuckers are scatterin Batterin everything and Ive had it with the inadequate Man, I can see my dick is standin stiff as a mannequin And Im bringin the bandana back, and the fuckin headband again A handkerchief and Im thinkin of bringin the fuckin fingerless gloves back And not giving a singular fuck, like Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like Jay-Z Jig is up, you fuckers who didnt write anything Are getting washed, liga-liga-liga, like bathing Young Hova, I know hitters like Yankees Gun toters that pull triggers like crazy Unloadin, leave you shot up in your Rover Your body goes limp and slumps over Like A-Rod in a month lull, but he just homered Hol up, I said Rover because now your Rover is red Like Red Rover, so you know what I meant But I roll over my opponents instead Makin dog sounds cause I gotta keep breakin these bars down Ill go slow for the speds But when I go like the doberman said I still think the would go over your head Embed

Eminem - Lose Yourself LyricsSe, om du hade en chans, en möjlighet Att ta vara på allt du någonsin velat, ett ögonblick Skulle du fånga det, eller bara låta det gå förbi? Hans händer är svettiga, knän svaga, armar tunga Det är spyor på hans tröja redan, mammas spaghetti Han är nervös, men på ytan ser han lugn ut och redo att Släppa bomber Men han fortsätter glömma vad han skrev Folkmassan är så högljudd Han öppnar sin mun, men orden vill inte komma ut Han tappar andan nu, alla skrattar nu Klockan har räknat ner, tiden har gått ut, bloah! Kom tillbaka till verkligheten, åh där försvinner gravitationen Oh, där går Rabbit, han sätter tungan i halsen Han är så arg, men han ger inte upp så Lätt, nej Han kommer inte lämna, han vet att hela hans liv hänger på det Det spelar ingen roll, han är cool Han vet det, men han är trasig Han är så fast att han vet Nr han går tillbaka till sin trailer, det är när Det är tillbaka till labbet igen, yo Hela hans liv är en rapsodi Bäst att han fångar det här ögonblicket och hoppas att det inte passerar honom Bäst att du förlorar dig själv i musiken, ögonblicket Du äger det, bäst du aldrig släpper det Du får bara ett försök, missa inte din chans Den här möjligheten kommer en gång i ett liv, yo Själen flyr, genom det här hålet som gapar Den här världen är min att ta Krön mig till kung, som vi rör oss mot, en ny världsordning Ett normalt liv är tråkigt, men stjärnlivet nära döden Det blir bara svårare, växer varmare Han blåser oss alla på hororna som är helt för honom Kust till kust visar, han är känd som globetrotter Ensamma väger, Gud bara vet Han växer långt från trädet, han är ingen far Han kommer hem och känner knappt igen sin egen dotter Men håll för näsan för det kommer kallvatten Hans horor vill inte ha honom mer, han är gamla nyheter De går vidare till nästan snubbe med flyt Han gjorde magplask och sålde inget Så såpoperan är sagd och väcklas ut Jag antar att det är sen gammal, men pulsen fortsätter Da da dum da dum da da Inga fler spel, jag ska ändra vad du kallar raseri Riva ner det här jävla haket som två hundar i bur Jag lekte i början, humöret har ändrats Jag har tuggats och spottats ut och buats av scenen Men jag har fortsatts rhymea och skriva nästa gåta Måste tro att någon betalar råttfångaren All smärta inuti förstärks av faktumet Att jag inte kan leva på nio till fem Och jag inte tillhandahålla rätt typ av liv för min familj För herregud, de här matkupongerna betalar inte blöjor Och det är ingen film, det finns ingen Mekhi Phifer, det är mitt liv Och dessa tider är så hårda och det blir bara svårare Försöker göra och vattna mitt frö, plus En teeter totter fast mellan att vara en pappa och en prima donna Bebisens mamma, drama, skriker vidare och För mycket för att jag ska vilja Stanna på en plats, en till dag av enformighet Has tagit mig till punkten, jag är som en snigel Jag måste formulera en handling eller så hamnar jar i fängelse eller skjuts Mamma, jag älskar dig, men den här trailern måste ut Jag kan inte växa i Salems Lot Så här går jag, det är min chans Fötter tappa mig ej för kanske den enda chansen jag har Du kan göra vad än du bestämmer dig förEmbed

Murder Murder Lyrics Its murder she wrote It wasnt nuttin for her to be smoked Its murder she wrote It wasnt nuttin for her to be smoked Its murder she wrote It wasnt nuttin for her to be smoked Its murder she wrote It wasnt nuttin for her to be smoked Left the keys in the van, with a gat in each hand Went up in Eastland and shot a policeman Fuck a peace plan, if a citizen bystands The shit is in my hands, heres yo lifespan And for what yo lifes worth, this money is twice than Grab a couple grand and lamp in Iceland See Im a nice man but money turned me to Satan Im thirsty for this green so bad Im dehydratin Hurry up with the cash bitch, I got a ride waitin Shot a man twice in the back when he tried skatin I want the whole pie, I wont be denied nathan Maybe I need my head inside straightened Brain contemplatin, clean out the register Dip before somebody catches ya Or gets your description and sketches ya The connection was the prime suspect But I aint set to flee the scene of the crime just yet Cause I got a daughter to feed And $200 aint enough to water the seed The best thing would be for me to leave Taco Bell and hit up Chess King And have the lady at the desk bring Money from the safe in the back, stepped in wavin the Mac Cooperate, and we can operate, and save an attack This bitch tried escapin the jack Grabbed her by the throat, its murder she wrote You barely heard a word as she choked It wasnt nuttin for her to be smoked But I slammed her on her back til her vertebrae broke Just then the pigs bust in yellin Freeze But Im already wanted for sellin kis And bunch of other felonies from A to Z like spellin bees So before I dropped to the ground and fell on knees I bust shots, they bust back Hit be square in the chest, wasnt wearin a vest Left the house, pullin out the drive backin out Blew the back end out this ladys Jag, started blackin out Pulled the Mac-10 out, stuck it in her face Shut your yackin mouth, fore I blow the brain from out the back ya scalp Drug her by her hair, smacked her up Thinkin fuck it, mug her while youre there, jacked her up Stole her car, made a profit Grabbed the tape from out the deck and offed it out the window Like the girl in Set It Off did Jetted off kid, stole the whip, now Im a criminal Drove it through somebodys yard, dove into they swimmin pool Climbed out and collapsed on the patio I made it out alive but Im injured badly though Parents screamin: Johnny, go in and call the police! Tell em theres a crazy man disturbing all of the peace! Tried to stall him at least long enough to let me leap up Run in they crib and at least leave with some little cheap stuff Actin like they never seen nobody hit a lick before Smashed the window, grabbed the Nintendo 64 When they sell out in stores the price triples I ran up the block jumpin kids on tricycles And collided with an 80-year old lady with groceries There goes cheese, eggs, milk and Post Toasties Stood up and started to see stars Too many siren sounds, it seemed like a thousand police cars Barely escaped, must-a been some dumb luck Jumped up and climbed the back of a movin dump truck But I think somebody seen me maybe Plus I lost the damn Nintendo and I musta dropped the Beanie Baby Fuck it I give up, Im surrounded in blue suits Came out with a white flag hollerin TRUCE TRUCE And surrendered my weapon to cops Wasnt me! It was the gangster rap and the peppermint Schnapps Its murder she wrote It wasnt nuttin for her to be smoked Its murder she wrote It wasnt nuttin for her to be smoked Its murder she wrote It wasnt nuttin for her to be smoked Its murder she wrote It wasnt nuttin for her to be smoked Embed

I Get Money Lyrics I get money, I, I get money, I I get, I get, I get, I get  I, I get money, money I got I, I get money, money I got I, I get money, money I got Money, money I got, money, money I got I, I get money, money I got I, I get money, money I got I, I get money, money I got Money, money I got, money, money I got They keep on sayin the same rappers are the best Jay-Z and Kanye West, maybe theyre just tryna distract it From the fact that Im comin back Or maybe its cause I aint black, maybe its because of that Maybe its because Im the highest sellin artist in rap While Im sittin back in my office jackin off to my plaques Im still sick, how can I be sick this long? And Im still alive, Magic Johnson of rhymes I thrive on makin my opponents think that Ive died Thats when I just pop up outta nowhere, oh yeah, there we go there Damn, I forgot how much money he got On the beach of St. Tropez, but your man dont lay In the sun cause I dont tan, I burn, blood clot When you gonna learn how much money weve earned? How does it feel to know I came in this game at 25 And coulda retired at 29 in my 20s still? And Fif hit a lick on that Coca-Cola shit He aint even gotta look at coke to even hold a brick No more, oh boy, goddamn did he score! To go from sellin bags to bottles right out the store And Shady hit the box office, man, he knocked the socks off us My ex-wife is set for life, you profitless cocksuckers So stay the fuck off us, we make pay Im just a super easy modest MC, okay? Til I hear the word has-been, thats when I start spazzin Smart asses, kiss a smarter ass then Im the best thing that ever happened to rap, bastards Im a blonde Dre, now gimme Kanyes glasses!Embed

Slim Shady Lyrics Im a pacifist, unless there’s ass to kick Itll be tragic miss, If I dont fuck you bitch You can take the dick you little cunt Lick it than pass it like a blunt But I’m sober now Im done with drugs That was the last chapter this is the next one My place in the game is big, son Im somewhere between God, Godzilla, and King Kong A Monster, yeah like his dick is They say Im hung like a bear, so run, run bitches The chainsaw can give you staple stitches If your unfaithful, just kill your wife than rape your mistress And if that dont work your a fucking retard Im sick of playing games, Im here for revenge, Dee Barnes Slapping up Dre for what he start- Ed, long time ago and it left him scarred Everybody knows Im crazy This game isn’t gonna change me There’s nothing else to say, see You already know Im Shady Everybody knows I’m crazy This game isnt gonna change me Theres nothing else to say, see You already know Im Shady I’m assuming you dont want to battle That will be your dying day Into your house bullets will rattle You just cannot win this fray Dont believe me ask Ray , but hes really not though , thats the goal , and relocate you to the motorhomes Holdin pullin moldin chrome Oldest, dopest, grossest flow Killer, father, loving home Family jealous of all this gold Everybody wants a million from Shady Even the goddamn motherfuckers who hate me But I stays crazy, and sprayz AKs at babys Me and Drezy Mothefucker I told you I was The game done helped The only thing left to Is hey Mothefucker I told you I was The game done helped The only thing left to Is hey Relapse 2 mothafuckas Fuck you and your mothas Dre grab the gat gunshots1Embed

Beautiful LyricsIntro: Lately Ive been hard to reach Ive been too long on my own Everybody has a private world Where they can be alone Are you calling me, are you trying to get through Are you reaching out for me, then Im reaching out for you Im just so depressed I just cant seem to get out this slump If I could just get over this hump But I need something to pull me out this dump I took my bruises, took my lumps Fell down and I got right back up But I need that spark to get psyched back up In order for me to pick that mic back up I dont know how or when And I ended up in this position Im in I starting to feel distant again So I decided just to pick this pen Up and tried to make an attempt to vent But I just cant admit Or come to grips With the fact that I may be done with rap, I need a new outlet I know some spits so hard to swallow And I just cant sit back and wallow In my own sorrow, but I know one fact Ill be one tough act to follow One tough act to follow Copy One tough act to follow Here today, gone tomorrow But you have to walk a thousand miles In my shoes, just to see What its be like, to be me Ill be you, lets trade shoes Just to see what Id be like to Feel your pain, you feel mine Go inside each others minds Just to see what we find Look at it through each others eyes But dont let em say you aint beautiful, o-o-o-o-h They can all get..... Just stay true to you, so-o-o-o-oh But dont let em say you aint beautiful, o-o-o-o-h They can all get..... Just stay true to you, so-o-o-o-oh I think Im starting to lose my sense of humor Everything is so tense and gloom I Almost feel like I gotta check the temperature at a room Just as soon As I walk in Its like all eyes on me, so I try to avoid any eye contact Cause if I do that then it opens a door to conversation, like I want that Im not looking for extra attention I just want to be just like you Blend in with the rest of the room Maybe just point me to the closest restroom I dont need no... manservant Follow me around, and wipe my Laugh at every single joke I crack And half of em aint even funny like Haah Marshall, youre so funny man, you should be a comedian G--damn Unfortunately I am, but I just hide behind the tears of a clown So why dont you all sit down Listen to the tale Im about to tell Hell, we dont have to trade our shoes And you dont have to walk no thousand miles In my shoes, just to see What its be like, to be me Ill be you, lets trade shoes Just to see what Id be like to Feel your pain, you feel mine Go inside each others minds Just to see what we find Look at it through each others eyes But dont let em say you aint beautiful, o-o-o-o-h They can all get..... Just stay true to you, so-o-o-o-oh But dont let em say you aint beautiful, o-o-o-o-h They can all get..... Just stay true to you, so-o-o-o-oh Outro: Lately Ive been hard to reach Ive been too long on my own Everybody has a private world Where they can be alone Are you calling me, are you trying to get through Are you reaching out for me, then Im reaching out for youEmbed

Careful What You Wish For Lyrics So this is it, this is what I wished for Just isnt how I envisioned it, fame to the point of imprisonment I just thought the shitd be different But somethin changed the minute that I got a whiff of it I started to inhale it, smell it, started sniffin it And it became my cocaine, I just couldnt quit I just wanted a little bit, then it turned me to a monster I became a hypocrite, concert after concert I was rakin in the dough, rollin in green Had the game hemmed up, like a sewing machine But I was losing my freedom, therе was nowhere for me To not go and bе seen, and just go and be me And there was no in-between, you either loved it or hate it Every CD critics gave it a three, then three Years later they go back and re-rate it Then called The Slim Shady LP the greatest The Marshall Mathers was a classic The Eminem Show was fantastic But Encore just didnt have the caliber to match it I guess enough time just aint passed yet A couple more years, that shitll be Illmatic And eight years later, Im still at it Divorced, re-married, a felon, a father, sleeping pill addict And this is real talk, I feel like The Incredible Hulk My back has been broke and I can still walk So be careful what you wish for, cause you just might get it And if you get it, then you just might not know what to do with it Cause it might just come back on you ten-fold I said be careful what you wish for, cause you just might get it And if you get it, then you just might not know what to do with it Cause it might just come back on you ten-fold I got a letter from a fan that said hes been praying for me Every day and for some reason Its been weighing on my mind heavy Cause I dont read every letter I get But something told me to go ahead and open it But why would someone pray for you When they dont know you? You didnt pray for me when I was local And as I lay these vocals, I think of all the shit I had to go through Just to get to where Im at, Ive already told you At least a thousand times in these rhymes I appreciate the prayer but Ive already got God on my side And its been one hell of a ride, hasnt it? Just watching it from a opposite standpoint Man, boys got to look Nuts, and thats the only word I can think of Right now, on how to describe the shit This is like a vibe you get, go ahead and bop to it Just watch what you wish for cause I got the shit So be careful what you wish for, cause you just might get it And if you get it, then you just might not know what to do with it Cause it might just come back on you ten-fold I said be careful what you wish for, cause you just might get it And if you get it, then you just might not know what to do with it Cause it might just come back on you ten-fold1Embed

We Back Lyrics And just like that, mixtape shit is now official DJ Young Mase, AKA Mr. Detroit City You know what time it is Return of the Dozen: Kuniva, Big Proof, Marshall Mathers Bizarre, Kon Artist, Swift McVay We, we, we, we, we, we, we, we, we back We back, we back Ive been firing up my ounces in Vietnam in houses Just the past time. Go ask about me in the county I am mentally disruptive and untouched; Im not lying Ill snipe you faster than a nigga thats been caught wired My thought process is maniacal Tylenol threes mixed with Vicodin can make a hella antidone Speak irrelevant. There aint enough medicine That can stop me from swelling your mouths worse than pelicans I can sock whores thats with enough force To crack the back of their skeletons; fuck having remorse Youd be better off being suicidal than forfeiting You can hide your horsemen, but not they vital organs Snitches are foes and when they see me Folks are quick to point their fingers at me faster than ET My felonies be changing with the weather Ill be the nigga blacker than X-Clan and the Panthers put together Back in the studio, back on the block Back in St. Andrews,, got them hammers cocked Nigga I dont get shot: I do the shooting Gang member: I do all the recruiting Ball till yall fall, out there in Reno Blowing ten thousand: Motor City casino They say my group was wanted on some IRS shit Thats what happens when five niggas sell bricks When it comes to beefing, we dont need Marshall St. Aubin massacre: call me Tamara Marshall Come on your block and get loose Shoot niggas for a triple-fat goose. This ones for Proof This is for my dawgs. This is for my peoples This is for them niggas, Bacardis and the Regals And it might be you If you ever, ever disrespect my crew Your boys are back in the building; yeah, we back on the map Back to doing them drugs; packing the mac in the Ac If you wanna get em up, lets make hap with a scrap Niggas be running they trap until the hammer go clap Bloody you up like a Cotex; leave your face big like Rolex My guns carry 21 like three feet, no check The laid-back, bumping James Brown; the big payback I dont play that like Pat, so dont say jack Shit is real in this killing field; wheres your game face? Fuck you, your whole family and your namesake So step back and observe these little clowns Like they running this town, like we dont get down In my crib, I got plaques: they hanging all around And the only plaque you got is hanging in your mouth Youre not like us: a million fans overseas We can leave for a week and come back with a hundred Gs We back The dozen: they been all over the country; overseas Niggas done laid low for a minute But now we back. The streets is ours We back like we never left, niggas You know what time this is: Return of the Dozen mixtape, hosted by the general The fuck yall wanna do now? All yall hating-ass niggas get your thongs ready: we back, D12!1Embed

Serious Lyrics Whats up with everybody beefin Everybody seem like they wanna beef You know what Im saying? Everybody beefin with everybody This shit is crazy This is a bomb scare, fires on your hair Terrorists live here, but I dont care Im making pot holes when I stomp, so dont stare I stop to stomp competiton, with both fair How dare, little soldier at ease We shake down these streets, like Parkinsons Disease We parking the road trees, plus load the weapons Everything to six shooters, to high tech ones If a green beans things, to my suggestion Burn a big whole in your belly, like indigestion With one question, who the fuck is Dogmatic An underground nigga but this niggas above average Its serious! who can understand what Im saying? Yo Slim, tell them niggas Its like you open a can of worms or smoked yams I got bloody hands and burners that make you dance! This shit is serious! Do you really want beef Do you really wanna end up, missing yo front teeth And see yo family, getting smoked like a blunt leaf And wrapped up in a zip-lock bag, like lunch meat This shit is serious! Do you really want beef Do you really wanna end up, missing yo front teeth And see yo family, getting smoked like a blunt leaf And wrapped up in a zip-lock bag, like lunch meat This shit is serious! Im the only one your bitch let touch her Type a brother thatll, fuck yo mother, wit a fishnet rubber Imma misfit slash, nitwit I love to put up biscuts, straight to a niggas lips, itll fit A biligerent and rowdy fellow Ill dump yo body, and still fly away to Maui, on a teller When it comes to beefin, it aint no explain Ill change ya lauguage, wit a stainless Ill contain, wit a name which to make you famous Imma deranged pit, Ill bend you till ya back touch ya anus Dont ever take me to court, Ill whack the plantiff Then beat the fuck out the baliff A heinous, miscellaneous, nigga never miss, when the AK lift I paint ya face wit, any weapon, just like The Matrix They aint steppin, dont even say shit You heard about the bodies in my basement, you joinin them, face it Laugh indictive, like Kim lipstick, and get a nose bleed My blow speed, is like my hands working ten stick shifts Captain ask, to stick my finger in the barrel of a Mac 10 And snatching the driver out the black Benz Smashing his contact lens, my life start when his contract ends Go kiss-and-tell, and contact Kim! Lets be factually, actually, yall aint after me Got wit +Regis+, yall beef is without the +Kathy Lee+ Told yall my battlery, and go to war happily How you gon call my bluff, when you scared to send a fax to me My factulty guns drawn, one wrong move dudey And its too heads on ya body, into a gangster movie For lot being real, scared to pop wit the steel It got skeletons in my house, every closet is filled Now how does it feel, with this Baretta to ya dome And to know that ya moms know, that you was never coming home w/ Ab-libs You know what Im sayin You want beef, we taking it to yo face Fuck it, Dirty Dozen, Slim Shady D-12, this shit is serious!1Embed

Zane Lowe BBC Radio Interview Part 2 Lyrics Who can say for sure? Perhaps a frontal lobotomy would be the answer If science could operate on this distorted brain and put it to good use Society will reap a great benefit. Lets talk about your work on the record as a producer, because I know on Relapse you did nothing, on Recovery you got back into it, Ive always said to you as long as Ive know you or youve been making beats how much of a fan I am of your particular music, your production for others as well as just for yourself. Oh, thank you. And so to hear you back making beats again on some of the standout beats on the record was a real thrill. So, I mean, how was that getting back into the producers chair and deciding to wear two hats again? Urm, I mean that was fun, it was fun to, to be able to, just mess around with beats from scratch again and, you know, sometimes, like, I think Recovery was the first time that I ever got really super-open to, urr, working with a lot of other producers, you know that was the most I had ever done, and, you know, aside from working with Dre. You know, so, on that album kind of opened those doors a little bit, so thats kinda how early on, we started approaching this record, or this album, and sometimes, like I may get something in my head like an idea or the mood of something that I would want and Im not always gonna get that by going through, you know, different tracks if other people have made, they dont know whats in my head, you know what Im saying, so its also a good way to, ur, I think maybe it helps with diversity a little bit too, with the sound and all that, you know, I would get something in my head and wanna be able to lay that idea down from scratch. It just sounds like your being inspired by rap, in a big big way, I mean... Absolutely I mean, I know youve always been that way, weve known each other for a long time and Ive met you at various points throughout every album and I know that its... I just met you, out there I thought... Its all good man, Im still peeling the floors. Um, you know and the music reflects your head space, its always been pretty honest, not just lyrically but also musically I mean there was a time when the beats you were making were all very kind of minor key and lots of strings and lots of, kind of, a lot of Drama. The beats on here are fun. I mean, theyre fat, big and rap! Like inspired by hip-hop! Yeah, I mean, its pretty much all I do, and all I wanna do, you know what Im saying like, so its fun for me, like Im still, you know, like Im still passionate about hip-hop, and every aspect of it, so, making beats and producing, you know, is definitely, its fun for me. What is it about rap that you love? I mean Im a huge, I mean I grew up on hip-hop and it forms pretty much every sort of thing Ive ever done in my life pretty much to some form, and what I wondered, you know, being someone who is considered one of the greatest of all time, what is it about rap the art form, if you can even trace it back to when you first discovered it, to how you feel about it now and what are your most rap-heavy records? You know, just a lot of rap. A lot of rapping on there, a lot of words? Yeah What is it about it that you love, if you can put it into words? Hmm, I dunno, I, urm, I love the fact that you can, I love the expression of it. The fact that you can, you know, just, I dont know, I love the, I love beats and rhymes and I love the fact that you can express yourself in a rhyme and lay it down and it can be therapeutic, and youve got it off your chest, and then you could go on to the next thing, I dont know, theres so much shit that I love about rap, you know, Im in it for like, I love to watch whats going on in the game and keep my finger on the pulse of that, you know, and its exciting to watch as a fan, for me too, you know, just being a fan of hip-hop, urm, and watching as it, you know, the evolution of it, and, you know, how it moves from each year to year, you know what Im saying, the direction, and... Are you sort of relieved that you can be that now, you can be a contender for the worlds greatest rapper along with a selection of your peers and it can be a really amazing rap record and to a certain extent, I hope you take this the right way because I know your strong career, very popular, number 1 in 80+ countries, huge, but the pop stars kind of did, you know, in the sense of what people expect from you these days, isnt it, you dont have to be that guy any more, you can just be a rapper and make rap records if you want. Is that a relief? Well, yeah, I think so, urm, its one of them things like, as far as like, being a pop star or whatever like, I never, never intended to be any of that, you know wha Im saying, like, all I ever wanted to do was get respect from, you know, my peers and other rappers, and, urm, all the other stuff that came with it was just, you know, confusing to me, it was, I dont know, like I dont feel like I ever set out to make a pop song or a song that was gonna be some kind of crossover song or whatever... is that for me? Yeah, if you want it. Thanks man, appreciate it. Urm... And then boom, you did! And it didnt stop for years! Well boom, it happened but at the same time, like - I never wanted to - when things did did keep happening and when certain things kept hitting the radio and things like that, I mean, I dont think Im stupid. Im not stupid. Like, I know when a song has a certain particular sound and sounds like well maybe this could possibly be a radio record, or when Im going fuck, shit, ass! you know what Im saying, and I know this will never go to radio. But at the same time, if a song starts heading that way, cause a lot of times I may even think, I may even think certain things when Im writing it, like, maybe what person this might connect with, you know what Im saying like, and who I might connect with with this song. But I never, in making any song I have made, I never wanted to compromise lyrical integrity, yeah, you know, and I always wanted to make sure that if I was rapping on a beat that had some kind of appeal to it and was catchy, that I was at least doing my job as an MC, and you know what Im saying... Oh thats the struggle! And doing what I feel like I need to do. Thats tough man, because you want to give as much quality as you possibly can through your music, youre not going to hold yourself back in case you get successful, but at the same time like you say its never been on the agenda, and I guess in a way that was part of what caused the problem in the first place that just manifested over that time, huh, like, how do I do both? How do I be good and not court this, not be this guy that everybody expects something from? Yeah, urm, I know that early on I went through a lot of that with the Hi, my name is record, and it was, urm, like I never understood, like I understood that the record was funny, and i understood that it was a little, urm, how you say, kitschy, or whatever, and maybe the hook was, the whole record was tongue-in-cheek. You know what Im saying, like Im still doing a lot of records like that to this day, with the tongue-in-cheek, but that record in particular was just like, it was my, it was almost like my anti-pop song cause it was like my hello to the world but it was my fuck you to the world at the same time. So I never understood, like, when all that started happening, like holy shit how did that become a, you know, I guess pop song. So when did the penny drop and you realized the more you say fuck you, the more people are gonna say, you know, hi, we love you? Urm, I dont know, I mean... Probably around the Marshall Mathers LP right, cause thats when it really started to, to blow up again? Yeah, I think, I think there was a lot of that, and I think that just, coming from being an underground MC and being an underdog and things like that kinda gave me that attitude I think, you know, I think that had a lot to do with it, and then, you know, watching NWA and other people, 2Pac, you know what Im saying, like, it was like, hes not going to, him or they, arent going to kiss your ass to make you like their music. Yeah, thats exactly what they want to do, let things slide a bit, you know. Now, you kind of talk about that on this song here, on The Monster , and I think this is the one where you really address it in the most eloquent way about like, its the gift and the curse, you know, Im aware of the trouble it can get you in, Ive been through that, you know. Number 1 album, number 1 movie, number 1 this number 1 that, not really in a position to really, kind of, really, be able to absorb that, yet, its intoxicating, isnt it? Yeah, it was like, it was this thing, where, and Im not gonna lie, I still wish it today, that it was like this thing where I want this attention for this music, but then I wanna be able to go in public, and I wanna be able to eat a fucking sandwich, you know what I mean, and be left alone. So, it was like man, if I could..., because, Id never been an attention seeker, and it seems like a hell of a career choice, you know, but, I dont like attention, thats not just why I do it, just to get attention, I dont like to be in public and walk around and be, like, here I am, you know what I mean, like, its not what I want, I just wanted, my dream was, my dream was for like, fuck man, to be able to one day, like hear rappers that I look up to on the radio, like yo, what if Jay Z, whoever, what if they heard of me, what if they thought I was dope? You know what Im saying like? That was where my mentality always was, was with it. So when it all went crazy it was really hard to wrap my head around, you know, a lot of it still is, but especially back then. Yeah. You know, you have done something which very few people have done now, youve actually been at the center of the world, the center of that storm, and youve emerged out of it, you popped out of the other side of it, I mean. Elvis didnt do that, you know, Michael Jackson didnt do that, Whitney Houston... a lot of people who have been in the public eye to that extent, unfortunately the list of various reasons, Im sure personal to them, is too long, who didnt make it through. You have, and what does the world look like to you, when youve come out the other side of that, and youre 5 years sober and youre looking on that chaos for some perspective? Urm, I dont know, I mean Im definitely thankful, you know what I mean, I know that could have certainly took another path... And gone that way, yeah. Yeah, I could have went another direction but, I dont know, I mean, I think that, I feel like, like Im probably able to see it, Im able to be more focused now than Ive ever been, urm, but Im also able to I guess put it in perspective. The problem is I cant put a lot of perspective because I dont, theres a lot thats, you know, gone, theres a lot that I dont remember, and maybe thats cool, too, you know what Im saying, where... Probably a good thing? Yeah but, I dont know man, I know, I know that, theres so many addicts in this world, you know, and people who have problems like that, that dont make it, you know what Im saying so I, Im thankful for that, but urr, you know, I think thats one thing that really helps me, urr, through, and just, keeps me pushing forward is the music, is the passion for that and, and, and, you know.5Embed

We Just Came to Party Lyrics Light up that marijuana Pass me the bong Fill up my cup Fill it up with Patron Suuuun We just came to party And Im feelin good I got the Remy for any women thats feeling loose Your man grillin and he just stepped on my tennis shoes I think we met, we gettin checks like You see her shinin with diamonds, glass, a swimmin pool All the women drool, when they see the linen jewels The way you drifted by, it really got me in the mood Take me to the room and blow me up like a inner clue I just came to party Pulled up In my old school, with the naughty Valet park My shit, next to 40s In the Coup, he look sporty And Im tryin to leave tonight, with at least three freaks Hit the room, you know, until I skeet, skeet I hope these clowns in here aint tryin to start beef Cause thatll be the reason that niggas kickin your front teeth We just came to party We aint comin here to Start shit with nobody Girl, we just wanna see ya Work that, work that, body With ya man lookin like He, can murk somebody We just sipped a little Bit too much Bacardi He done tripped into this Cup, and spilt it on me Now, hes startin to talk Shit, to Swift and Nani Hes about to get the Shit, kicked, stomped out of him I dont got no time for these niggas thats playing games I dont take it as a diss unless you sayin my name Im a bad influence, I smoke weed in front of kids I crack a bottle open and ask em If they wanna swig Im the bad guy that touched your wife TipToe aint nothin nice I rob Benzs and still sport a gang of ice We gettin money, we aint trippin off you ho niggas Cause if we want you, well come show up at your show, niggas He bout to get the Shit kicked the fucked out of em They call me 1 Shot killin the Crips is lovin em I split his fuckin Head for the pushin and shovin em So crazy I harass and embarrass him in public em Just sayin Hit a stick that get a guerilla pissin me with that is Crip I could get sick as I wanna get, cause you know Im the shit Never sound like an amateur, I damage niggas brains This buster Came to be a party pooper, Im insane We just came to party We aint comin here to Start shit with nobody Girl, we just wanna see ya Work that, work that, body With ya man lookin like He, can murk somebody We just sipped a little Bit too much Bacardi He done tripped into this Cup, and spilt it on me Now, hes startin to talk Shit, to Swift and Nani Hes about to get the Shit, kicked, stomped out of him Got a couple of handguns, feel like my block is ready And Im livin it Thug Life, like I was Makaveli and Nigga, this Zoo Life, nigga, I ride for it Ill die for it and do federal time for it Im a inglewood nigga just had me angry brother I am starting gangbanging because of my favorite color I done flip the whole brick Im flippin this cocaine Got socas in line, dancin like its Soul Train The party dont pop off, unless we pop up in it If the drama jump off, the first to dive up in it Infamous/G-Unit it, baby, Shady, Aftermath I done started my own shit, Zoo Life about to crack Bloods and Crips, they love me Bang on the nigga thats phony sauce Pick up the phone with the police And he was tryin to kick it, but niggas got cold feet YAH! We just came to party We aint comin here to Start shit with nobody Girl, we just wanna see ya Work that, work that, body With ya man lookin like He, can murk somebody We just sipped a little Bit too much Bacardi He done tripped into this Cup, and spilt it on me Now, hes startin to talk Shit, to Swift and Nani Hes about to get the Shit, kicked, stomped out of him ZOOLIFE! INFAMOUS! G-UNIT! SHADY! AFTERMATH! BIATCH!Embed

Van vs. Ham Lyrics 1, 2, 6, 8, 10 Yo! Im Back, to bust another fresh track You say, that I have the ability to fly Fly right past ya ass, when I blast Ya every time I grab the mic, I crash a Nother rhyme its a crash landin Every time I grab the mic, Im kinda outstandin Cause no one can step to a single a rhyme And I say Yo, what kept you? Homes, you going too slow Youre too slow for the flow and I know That M&M is returning To bust the rhyme and suckers are learning That when I kinda go offbeat a little bit I step back to the rhyme and say That I bust a rhyme all day Make a sucka say Hey! I cannot step to you M&M Cause you are so bad, Damn Youre the baddest motherfucker in the whole damn land And youre right, cause I am And I dont go offbeat, not once Cause I grab the mic and bust for months And I dont give nobody another turn Cause every time I grab the mic, I dont let a brother burn Because he cant step to a single rhyme that I do Cause you knew youre through Yeah, yeah, oh yeah Now I grab the microphone, you know I am imperial Bassmint Productions thats rockin yo stereo Dont front with me, cause I am the boy I get on the microphone and I destroy Now you can take a body, thats not from Oakland Hammer, Hammer, Hammer keeps on choking, yeah I can do it right and nobody will know For I am the Hammer and Im running the show They come from West Indies, South of California I wake you motherfuckers up, early in the morning, yo front! Yo Hammer, that was pretty good man I dont think I can step to you man, I dont know Im great! Ill just try but it seems like you outdo me, no matter what I do Here I go anyway Here I am, back to attack the whole damn land Cause you know that Vanilla Ice is hype I grab this mic and I rhyme all night MC Hammer cannot step to me Because I got the rhymes and Im truly So damn hype and the place to be Im rhyming on the mic on the M-I-C M-I-C is the abbreviation I grab the mic and rock the whole nation You know that Vanilla Ice, is so precise and I get so nice Get so nice, I start developing manners And I whoop your brain like scanners Because Vanilla Ice is bad Now what you got to say about that dad? You cant step to me boy, I sell more records! Yo, I know here I go, ay yo, Manix, gimme something, yeah, nah! Every time I go, you know I like to start My name is MC Hammer I rule hip-hop charts Seven million, seven million, seven million sold And your shit barely even touch gold! Now everywhere I go, they know that Im a star Im the H-A-M, the M-E-R Cause every time I rock it they know I rock the mic I am MC Hammer And you know what I am like, roar! I dont know man, I think you got me, man, I dont know, Ima try Check this out, fallin Aint no one here you sucka! Fallin on the concrete real fast Jumped in the car, slammed on the gas Bumper to bumper the avenues packed I try to get away cause the jackers jack So I step to the rhyme and I just say Im Gonna bust a rhyme for the whole damn mind Then you say that I cannot bust a rhyme But you gonna get got MC Hammer Because you know you get on the mic And drop poor grammar And you cant slam a jam because I know that I am the man And all the teenagers they like me You know why? Its a scheme agents Have developed to sell me Because I bust a rhyme so cleverly And you know that I got knowledge Cause Im in show biz And I bust a rhyme all the time So MC Hammer you cannot step to A single rhyme that I do Cause I knew That you are through, you are washed up Oh, so step to the bathroom And I told you that I have to scold you Because I am Vanilla Ice I grab this mic and I get so precise And you cannot step So why dont you get swept? Now you makin me mad boy Now Im gonna get your ass Now you gonna know whos on this motherfuckin mic, yo! Its about time that I turned out your lights Now I see the Vanilla Ice tryin a chill in my freezer You just dont know that your mama is a geezer She say Hammer, yo Hammer, yo Hammer Hammer Hammer But she jump on me because Im a bad mamma jamma I did your bitch, Hammer dont play I got the funky shit and it goes this way I wish your whole ass try to step, you cant touch this You fuck with the Hammer youll be walking on crutches Yeah thats what Im sayin, I aint playin Im Hammer, Im Hammer, yes its the Hammer Man My lips may be big but I can rap better Then looking at your ass, you look like a piece of cheddar! Yo though you steppin to me, you know its no dream I dig Vanilla Ice and turn his ass into whipped cream So you know whos the best by far Its the muthafuckin HammeR with a capital R, roar! Now you made me mad, and you know what happens when you make Vanilla Ice mad Hammer? What? I dont like it. So yo! You scared boy? I aint scared of you, Hammer, Im just thinking, I gotta think of something clever When Im through with you Youll be goin to heaven Cuz I smash the glasses and fuck 3-5-7 24/7 they was bangin my cock I said yo fuck Hammer Get a piece of the rock, yeah I said yeah. My name is Vanilla Ice, you cant Step to me, you thought that you was a champ But I stepped on your ass like a piece of carpet And rented you for sale like an upstairs apartment Yo, thats my clever metaphor And every time I grab the mic you know Kids like me cuz Im better for Their ears, because their mothers and parents Like to hear the way I rhyme and I make an appearance And say hey, I got a blond streak And thats why people like me cuz Im hard as concrete Im always on beat when I do this show You know that Vanilla Ice has to go cuz Im so damn fresh! Now you steppin to me punk There is no maybes You steppin to me wrong and Im gonna ICE ya baby! So you say whats the matter, why Hammer loves to rap Cuz all that shit you talkin to Hammer is bullcrap Now I know a rhyme every day Im ready Im down with Dougie Fresh, Van-L is not ready Now everywhere I go, on MTV Rap They know Im the best cuz now I dont take no crap Now Vanilla Vanilla hes beaming out Hammer They say yo Hammer dont put me on the slammer I said yo sucka, stupid muthafucka You messin with me but Im no sucka I already pumped it up, and already got it started So steppin to me white muthafucka youll feel broken-hearted So Im gonna pass the mic and you know about me Hammer get off the fuckin mic!!! Im outie! You blew me out, man, you beat me2Embed

Mic Check, One, Two Lyrics Lets just go, man, is it recording? Yeah, lets just rhyme out our ass Bout to kick a rhyme right outta my head Huh Mic check, one, two Mic check, one, two Mic check, one, two Mic check, one, two Mic check, one, two Mic check, one, two Here I go in the place to be, rhyming like this on the M-I-C Heres the way that I rhyme so naturally, and actually When I grab the mic, all the people say M&M, youre one of the funkiest MCs out today And I say I agree, because I am a funky dope slammin MC I slam em back, daddy Every time I grab the mic and say I wanna rap, daddy But you cant, because I take it Grab the mic and if Im done, I break it When Im done, I just slam the Microphone and cram it right in your asshole Because asshole and cram the didnt rhyme But thats alright cause Im jammin On the microphone cause Im slammin Busting out lyrics and you like to examine My style that Im doin, but if you step to me pursuing, Ill ruin All your hopes and dreams, cause I work with my man Hes on my team My man Manix is on my side every time the crowd panics they say Damn, howd you make a beat like that maam? And I say Im not a maam, Im a sir And if you step to me your eyesll be blurred Mic check, one, two Mic check, one, two Mic check, one, two Alright, check it out Im like , like I got somethin else I been holdin Goin to the mic and Im checkin out myself Im ready to do, I wanna go, alright? Shit Alright, Manix, lets hear the rythm Cause I could give it to em when I kick it But they know they wanna diss Some sayin I come with something thats funky like I say Whats up? , man Cause Im dead in your face like the Batman Im not really a crystal, but how could It be like this? Because a s like I dont understand the things you do, Im just dodge it But they could keep up with somethin funky I yo ass like brass monkey But Im not the Beastie Boys, the , the , the So just bring the noise, hey So , say Whats up? to those that Whos the pro who can flow? So, M&M, wont you grab the mic and take it? Here you go, sike I give it back to myself incase you were Say Whats up? to those with the big butts And if we do a rhyme , I gotta use em like Judy and Boodie One, two One, two, mic check, a one, two One, two, one, two Mic check, a check, one, two Mic check, a one, two, one two Mic check, three, four, six, seven, eight Mic check, one, two Do unto others as you would have them do to you No, thats not the way I work because when I rhyme Im a jerk I grab the mic and start dissing All these MCs and try to put them into submission Take them out for the count because the amount I throw is so deaf Word! Deaf didnt rhyme but I On your windshield just like a turd Every time that I rhyme you know that Im Going to climb to the tip-tip-top and Im Not going to stop cause I grab the mic and dop-da dop dop I fucked up, but thats alright because my lucks up No its not, cause here I am, I got a lot to give And I dont live positive, now Im not saying Im negative But if I grab the mic I do mega kits Every time that I grab the mic you know that M&M is gonna be rolling his tongue just like this And then I go do a funky rhyme and if any MC steps up he gets fucking dissed Bad, dont call me dad Vanilla Ice said that, that made me mad So when I step to the mic Know that I gotta clear my throat and excite Im trying to get the mic cord away from the stereo so I can bust some material I take it around my leg, and then all the MCs wanna beg And say Yo, please give me a turn! I say No because its my turn to burn And I bust a rhyme like this and you cant step to a rhyme that I do cause youre dissed! Youre dissed so bad every time Sure, he dont get a turn, and hes starting to get mad but Im Just going to take the mic Im not gonna give it to him because I am So damn hyped in the place to be Rhyming like this cause Im an MC Rhyming so deaf to the happy ass beat Its kinda gay like Liberace but hey Listen to the words that I display every time I kick a rhyme this way You know that the star is worthwhile, every time I grab the mic Im longer than a mile Alright, yall, Im in a house Everybody, Im in a house Im bout to kick, without a doubt Uh, shit, alright Heres a rhyme for the pussies Im bout to get fruitier than So, understand when you die Gotta have to play you like french and watch you fry But Im a hamburger, so whats up with that ? You down with a murder Step into an unholy Im talkin about the devilish motherfucker So talkin about and thinkin about all that shit they just thinkin about Some people tell you Hows Just straight up and down, Im not even playin You act rowdy, I like to say its cloudy And if you dont understand, Im sayin outy But honestly it sucks just like a Im layin on the sofa and I a seizure said it was a but with a from the reverb when I clean dirt off my sofa and over the head with a soda I waste no time, when I cant flip I caper And cut your butt up like G toilet paper When I bust a rhyme Im a stud Thats what I like to say, jump on my pud Girly, girly, would you like to fuck me, fuck me in my house early? Or late, I dont care, lets make a date cause I dont pump weights to get dates Just because Im huge, I bust a lyric But I get greedy like a scrooge When I grab the mic its kinda stingy I kick rhymes that aint dingy When I bust Im like forcillin You try to grab the mic and force it again But you cant cause you are speechless And I get sandy like beaches I get sandy, I grab the mic, hand me it so I can get dandy When I bust the shit I get like a noogie Then I boogie, boogie on down because Every time that I kick a rhyme I just dud I meant to say Do, but I got an addiction to friction every time I kick non-fiction Non-fiction science, every time I grab the mic I got the alliance Right behind me stepping into the 90s, you know youll try me and youll die, G So dont even try it, I dont buy it, so youd better keep quiet With the rhyme, lets get into it, aint nothing but to do it Say hip, hop, a hippy to the hip, to the hip, hop To the hippy, hippy hop, ayy If youre ugly, I dare you to say Ah! Ah! Now lets talk about everybody wanna know Whos the that was Im not down with the hungry But some from a long island I say Whats the I say Whats up?, but you wanna hear the bass go I sing a jig thatll make you go and make you yo You dont understand when I let the money go But they dont understand Manix think his name was man, And yo, Manix, let the beat drop right here So they understand they made the fear, yes Im talkin about the I do Hey, you dont understand what I to I got a style , I sound like a But they dont understand Back to the preview of the Born like this but you know you cant hit this my turn You need to learn you dont know That you never knew who was the best In the oogie-woogie-noogie-boogie, represent the best And Im outy, and yo, bout me Ayo, Butterfingers, lay a scratch Youd better catch up cause youre trailing Youd better put springs in your ass and jump like Van Halen Every rhyme I get like a panther if youre lying that slander Cause youre lying like Berry Saunders, every time I grab the mic I get married and I Like to kick a rhyme that I pick Every time I pick the mic up I stick A dick right up your ass like a faggot Youre gonna die, be crawling with maggots Every time I dread you like hair, I said youd better get on your underwear Youd better run, cause if you dont Afraid youll be seeing a ghost like a Rake You aint an eighth of me, every time I grab the mic girls try to act so faithfully But I say No, dont be a fan. Just try to step to my dick and act like a man No, that dont make no sense but every time I cut class like a pair of scissors I get so damn hyped On the mic, cause every time I step to the forefront I like To wonder on to something that Im drawn to Every time I grab the mic and pass it to Sean he Gets so deaf but Im not gonna pass it yet Cause I burn like acid vet, word! Im a stick like a trident cause you need guidance Im not , give me the , like a But, yo, Im like Onto her , like a You want some of this but Im fightin that Onto the , cause you know you got holes in your panties I want to say fuck Annie, like tomorrow, I no sorrow Im gonna cut you like Embed

No Love Lyrics Yeah I-I-Im in a different space in my life, you know Its a real good space too Ayo Eminem, I like this song, man By the time yall hear this, Weezy probably be home Welcome home, Weezy Reek Da Villain, what up? Ayo Let me tell yall niggas about one of the little tough guy dreams I just had the other night Look First I, stop it, then I drop it, then I cock another heater Pop another leader, from another cliquе that thought he was a creature That could nеver never ever ever Ever get his shit popped off When a nigga come and when a nigga front Gotta give it to em good, give a nigga what he want And if a nigga act up, shoot em in the hand In the face, in the stomach, in the foot, or the heart You dont want it, homie, you dont wanna start Especially when a motherfucker see the gun fire spark When I got the gun up in your mouth, I make a nigga gun talk Bus Rhymes Reek Imma hit em in the front, homie hit em in the back Keep on hittin that nigga in the chest cavity Till that motherfucker lay down flat Trust me, Imma make a nigga sit still Anytime I gotta defend the food, nigga It dont matter what it is, homie, I will Beat a nigga till your brother cant figure it out Or i-dentify the motherfucker on the real Word on everything a nigga really love It dont matter who it is, homie, I kill But now Im finally waking up outta the dream And I realize that life is so beautiful And I aint gotta put my hand on a nigga Unless its definitely necessary, otherwise, its unsuitable Going through a lot of different little things That make a nigga wanna go and wanna get in when I bring A couple goons, that can handle couple situations And I let em eliminate all the bullshit so I can Run though every city, run though every state Though we get a lot of love, I love to get a lot of hate Though the ones who will try to hate will start to love Cause its undeniable that everything I do is great Even when I do it wrong, Imma share it in a song And I question, is it worth it in the end all along? I guess I gotta die first return reincarnated Just to really witness it in another form But until that time, Ill embellish it and shine While I set in wit the grind, give me credit when its mine Boy, I dead it like a nine millimeter, see the sign and the heater That Im givin all my people get in line now Yeah, for the ones that hate Or try to stop my growth in the light from above When I fight I hold a grudge, its a Kanye shrug See the way I make em bug, motherfucker, dont no Its a little too late to say that youre sorry now You kicked me when I was down But what you say just dont Hurt me Thats right, it dont Hurt me And I dont need you No more Dont wanna see you No more Ha, bitch, you get no Love You showed me nothing but hate You ran me into the ground But what comes around goes around And I dont need you Dont hurt me Thats right, you dont Hurt me And I dont need you No more Dont wanna see you Ha, bitch, you get No love No! No love No! No love No! No love Ha, bitch, you get No love No! No love No! No love And I dont need you No more Get em! Im alive again, more alive than I have been In my whole entire life, I can See these peoples ears perk up as I begin to spaz with the pen Uh, Im a little bit sicker than most Shits finna get thick again, they say the competition is stiff But I get a hard dick from this shit, now stick it in I aint never giving in again Caution to the wind, complete freedom Look at these rappers, how I treat em So why the fuck would I join em when I beat em? They call me a freak, cause I like to Spit on these pussies fore I eat em Man, get these wack cocksuckers off stage! Where the fuck is Kanye when you need him? Snatch the mic from em, bitch, Ima let you finish in a minute Yeah, that rap was tight, but Im Bout to spit the greatest verse of all time So you might want to go back to the lab tonight and, um Scribble out them rhymes you were gonna spit And start over from scratch and write new ones But Im afraid that it aint gonna make no difference When I rip this stage and tear it in half tonight Its an adrenaline rush to feel the bass thump From the place all the way to the parking lot, fellow Set fire to the mic and ignite the crowd You can see the sparks from hot metal Cold-hearted, from the day I Bogarted The game, my soul started to rot, fellow When Im not even in my harshest You can still get roasted, ‘cause Marsh is not mellow Til Im topplin from the top, Im not gonna stop Im standin on my Monopoly board That means Im on top of my game And it dont stop til my hip dont hop anymore When youre so good that you cant say it ‘Cause it aint even cool for you to sound cocky anymore People just get sick ‘cause you spit These fools cant drool or dribble a drop anymore And you can never break my stride Youll never slow the momentum at any moment Im bout to blow, youll never take my pride Killin the flow, slow venom And the opponent is gettin no mercy, mark my words Aint lettin up, relentless, I smell blood I dont give a fuck, keep givin them hell Where was you when I fell and needed help up? You get no love Its a little too late to say that youre sorry now You kicked me when I was down But what you say just dont Hurt me Thats right, it dont Hurt me And I dont need you No more Dont wanna see you No more Ha, bitch, you get no Love You showed me nothing but hate You ran me into the ground But what comes around goes around And I dont need you Dont hurt me Thats right, you dont Hurt me And I dont need you No more Dont wanna see you Ha, bitch, you get No love No! No love No! No love No! No love Ha, bitch, you get No love1Embed

Renegade Lyrics Uh, you think I give a fuck about what these niggas say man They even talked about Jesus I aint mad at when it rain, cause I know the sun is somewhere shinin Sorta like some clear diamonds I hardly see my moms, but she know her son is somewhere grindin Some where rhymin, or somewhere climbing Out of a powder-blue 760, clouds of Blueberry sticky Wit a handgun, to send these cowards to Heaven quickly I aint pussy, so I wont allow you to ever dick me I know these greaseballs, wonder how could they ever stick me But I move, like the President through town Wit stones the size of earrings, in my Presidential crown I put hollows from the Desert into clowns, cause the cemetary Is where most of the dudes, that are hesitant are found So I take the time, of whatever the bench throw Before being put down in a seventy-two inch hole Mean while getting adapted, to the fame has be hectic But Im fucking like Im tryna take down Chamberlains record And the girls more than like you, when you running run Doing world tours like Michael, but girls sure dont like you You going on like thirty-six, flowin on some berry mix The little money you get, you blowing on them dirty chicks Tryna look young, so you throwing on the jersey quick Im on my second V-12, you going on ya third V-6 You can look at this rider, and see Im on the come-up Cause I pass the hitch-hikers, like I dont see em with they thumb up I just turn the system up and keep boppin I never get, where Im tryna go, if a nigga keep stoppin And I tell the cops, this joint is for protection Dont they see when I come through, how these people point in my direction Thats why I poke out my jeans, like my joint with a erection Till Im in a joint made for correction And right now, the way rapper biness spread It wouldnt even surprise me, if one of these rappers is a Fed, nigga Since Im in the position to get rich, Imma get it Whether it come from rapping on blocks, flipping and pitching And fuck the stove, and the kitchen where I cook and prepare it and dont try to act like the truth aint apparent Im on a mission to get richer, its as simple as that I make it obvious, when I pick up a pencil and rap Like a .40 Cal, spittin on instrumentals I clap! And these verses, are like the hollow point I sent through yo back I get you murdered if I think you a wrap Cause if you dont show loyalty, then that show me where ya principles at And you dont know how much I been through, in fact I never did like you, I aint even gon pretend wit you cats And Im the nicest, I aint gotta say it twice and repeat it Im a lyrical genius, I never been beated, defeated Imma draw my weapon and squeeze it, you better believe it Leave you parapaligic, I demand respect and I mean it My Deserts the meanest, you probably dead if you seen it Or sprawled out somewhere sick, leakin red on the cement And I blow off ya head for no reason, and just when Im leavin You dont know me ya on me homie, but the spread make us even, BLOAW! And the bad part about it is man, haha Im only twenty years old man And Im just havin fun Man I aint even tryin man Desert Storms youngest, and in charge man Paul Cain, man Yo Fab man, you aint even gotta go hard man I got these niggas man Clue! Holla at cha boy Skatin Dolla Duro! its our year man Desert Storm, we gon kill niggas man You already know what it is Its a hocide man Stop Street DreaminEmbed

Liquor Store Church Lyrics Nigga on turf, all up in my hood, liquor store church Gun store, liquor store, gun store, church Liquor store, liquor store, liquor store, church Hold up, hold up Nigga on turf, all up in my hood, liquor store church Gun store, liquor store, gun store, church Liquor store, liquor store, liquor store, church Hold up, hold up Ima get lit, then Ima hit the liq, then Ima hit a lick Go to church and repent but that don’t do shit No black-owned business, the system is rigged So Ima keep a bottle of that Henny And Ima keep a semi, see if God is gon’ forgive me Don’t mattеr what you bang when you brought up in my city We all insane by thе time we hit our 20s Fly since birth, I was airborne Probably why I’m high now I’m West Side, Upper East Side bound, we They push work on the corner hoes, work on the corner Liquors on the corner, there’s a church on the corner Always to help put you in dirt on the corner Man, it really got us cornered Nigga on turf, all up in my hood, liquor store church Gun store, liquor store, gun store, church Liquor store, liquor store, liquor store, church Hold up, hold up Nigga on turf, all up in my hood, liquor store church Gun store, liquor store, gun store, church Liquor store, liquor store, liquor store, church Hold up, hold up I get harassed by the police, keep the brown bag on my OE My niggas keep a loud pack of that OG, posted in Long Beach On every corner there’s a liquor store Other corner got a church, what you looking for? Sell your soul to religion or liquor I think God and the Devil got a bidding war Listen boy, don’t get swallowed by the motherfucking streets, my nigga Cause then you in the belly of the beast, my nigga Tryna teach my niggas North Side, East Side, West Side I’m talking to each side, nigga We ain’t tryna preach, my nigga But if you live in the city by the sea, my nigga Then you better sleep with a MAC-10 like you a young T-Boz, nigga Nigga on turf, all up in my hood, liquor store church Gun store, liquor store, gun store, church Liquor store, liquor store, liquor store, church Hold up, hold up Nigga on turf, all up in my hood, liquor store church Gun store, liquor store, gun store, church Liquor store, liquor store, liquor store, church Hold up, hold up Damn bruh, it’s hard to be a thief The camera caught you in the streets Technology film your next robbery See everything but the bottom of your feet For drunk shootouts my city is the epicenter ‘Cause the gun store’s right next door to Eddies Liquor Take a left on Atlantic and now you’re messing with the 1Embed

Guilty Conscience Lyrics Meet Eddie, 23 years old Fed up with life and the way things are going He decides to rob a liquor store But on his way in, he has a sudden change of heart And suddenly His conscience comes into play Alright, stop Now before you walk in the door of this liquor store And try to get money out the drawer You better think of the consequence Im your mother conscience Thats nonsense Go in, gaffle the money, and run to one of your aunts cribs And borrow a damn dress and one of her blond wigs Tell her you need a place to stay, youll be safe for days If you shave your legs with Renees razor blades Yeah, but if it all goes through like its supposed to The whole neighborhood knows you and theyll expose you Think about it before you walk in the door first Look at the store clerk, shes older than George Burns Bump that, do that sh, hit that lick Can you afford to blow this hit? Are you that rich? Why you care if you scared of death? Are you that chick? Do you really think she gives a if you have kids? Man, dont do it, its not worth it to risk it Not over this slit Drop the biscuit Dont even listen to Slim, yo, hes bad for you You know what, Dre? I dont like your attitude These voices, these voices, I hear them And when they talk, Ill follow, Ill follow, Ill follow, Ill follow Meet Stan, 21 years old After meeting a young girl at a rave party Things start getting hot and heavy in an upstairs bedroom Once again, his conscience comes into play Now, listen to me, while youre kissin her cheek And smearin her lipstick, slip this in her drink Now all you gotta do is nibble on this little chickens earlobe Yo, this girls only fifteen years old How could you take advantage of her? Shes passed out Its easy, just cut these lights out, thats how Then pick this chicken up, get her off Brads couch And leave her on the front porch at her mom and dads house Man, aint you ever seen that one movie Kids? No, but I seen the porno with Sun Doobiest You wanna get hauled off to jail? Bump that, drop her off, ring the doorbell, then bail These voices, these voices, I hear them Ill follow, Ill follow, Ill follow Meet Grady, a 29-year-old construction worker After coming home from a hard days work He walks in the door of his trailer park home To find his wife in bed with another man Alright, calm down, relax, start breathin Start breathin? Man, you just caught your wife cheatin While you at work, shes with some dude tryna get off Forget gettin divorced, cut this chickens head off Wait, what if theres a good explanation for this? What, she tripped, fell, landed on his ? Tsh, alright, Shady, maybe hes right, Grady But think about the baby before you get all crazy Okay, thought about it? Still wanna grab her? Kick her our the house, get your daughter and kidnap her? Thats what I did, be smart, dont be a retard You gonna take advice from somebody who slapped Dee Barnes? What you say? Whats wrong? Didnt think Id remember? Ima kill you, you lil mothaf- Uh-uh, temper, temper Mr. Dre, Mr. N.W.A, Mr. AK Comin straight outta Compton, yall better make way How in the hell you gonna tell this man not to be violent? Cause he dont need to go the same route that I went Been there, done that Aw, it, what am I sayin? Do em both, Grady, wheres your gun at?Embed

The Bad, The Sad & The Hated LyricsNo one knows what its like To be the bad man Behind the lies No one knows what its like to be hated To telling lonely lies Theres a certain mystique when I speak That you notice thats sorta unique, cause you know its me My poetrys deep and Im stillmatic The way I flow to this beat You cant sit still Its like tryin to smoke crack and go to sleep Im strapped just knowin any minute I could snap Im the equivalent of what would happen if Bush rapped I bully these rappers so bad lyrically It aint even funny I aint even hungry It aint even money you cant pay me enough You to play me Is cock-a-mani you just aint zany enough To rock with shady My noodles cock-a-doodle My clocks coo-coo I got screws loose Yeah the whole kit and caboodle Im just brutal Its no rumor Im numeral uno If Assuming Theres no humor in it no more You know Im rollin with a swollen bowlin ball in my bag You need fag to come a tear a new whole in my ass No one knows what its like To be the bad man To be the sad man Behind the lies No one knows what its like to be hated To be faded To telling lonely lies Damn I aint never kill nobody I promise An I promise if you try me You gone hafta to rewind this track And make me go back that thingll go lack That boyll lay flat so flat That act is what I perform amongst you haters Got nina in my palm an Im masturbatin Black peter pan fly till I die Wat u sayin Bathe in ape Eve Saint - evie sue what I stay & gat me feelin Like scarface light the cohiba Streets reply I look right in a four seater You know I be high get right in the four seater Top floor of the four seasons Four of them whores An they all know how to cook it up An look I got some and only one know how ta bag Bitch bundle up See its a cold world so homie bundle up Clean on this grind full or not get your hustle up No one knows what its like To be the bad man To be the sad man Behind the lies No one knows what its like to be hated To telling lonely lies Im dealing with some shit homie Its in the back of my head An its some shit homie but I just rap it instead See I got wolverines bones in me but The whole worlds throwin stones at me Like they all got a bone with me Got a childs mother and I hate her to death But thats my childs mother so thats my Mate to the death its wow how I love her for For putting little me here And me and her could be forever She gonna still be there Then its some other niggas I judged the character wrong but They some other niggas Now lets get back to the song I gotta Drug Problem That I aint tending to, cause I gotta enough problems An my solution is to stuff problems But if something goes wrong with that Then its back to Pcp and so long with rap See Im depressed lately But nobody understands That Im depressed lately Im sorta feeling repressed lately So yall been hearin and seein me less lately Like does anyone notice the regress lately Look deep nigga dont I seem stressed lately Seem disturbed alota regrets lately Yeah No one knows what its like to feel these feelings like I do An I blame you No one fights back as hard on their anger None of my pain in the world Can show throughEmbed

Without Me Lyrics Two trailer park girls go round the outside Round  the outside, round the outside Two  trailer park girls go round the outside Round the outside‚ round the outside Guess whos back‚ back again Shadys  back‚ tell a friend Guess  whos back, guess whos back Guess whos back, guess whos back Guess  whos back‚ guess whos back Guess whos back Ive created a monster, ‘cause nobody wants to See Marshall no more, they want Shady‚ Im chopped liver Well,  if you want Shady, this is what Ill give ya A little bit of weed mixed with some hard liquor Some vodka thatll jump start my heart quicker Than a shock when I get shocked at the hospital By the doctor when Im not co-operating When Im rocking the table while hes operating You waited this long, now stop debating ‘Cause Im back, Im on the rag and ovulating I know that you got a job, Ms. Cheney But your husbands heart problems complicating So the FCC wont let me be Or let me be me, so let me see They try to shut me down on MTV But it feels so empty without me So, come on and dip, bum on your lips Fuck that! Cum on your lips and some on your tits And get ready, ‘cause this shits about to get heavy I just settled all my lawsuits—fuck you, Debbie! Now this looks like a job for me So everybody, just follow me ‘Cause we need a little controversy ‘Cause it feels so empty without me I said this looks like a job for me So everybody, just follow me ‘Cause we need a little controversy ‘Cause it feels so empty without me Little hellions, kids feeling rebellious Embarrassed their parents still listen to Elvis They start feeling like prisoners helpless Til someone comes along on a mission and yells, Bitch! A visionary, vision is scary Could start a revolution, polluting the airwaves A rebel, so just let me revel and bask In the fact that I got everyone kissing my ass ​​ And its a disaster, such a catastrophe For you to see so damn much of my ass—you asked for me? Well, Im back, na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na Fix your bent antenna, tune it in, and then Im gonna Enter in, and up under your skin like a splinter The center of attention, back for the Winter Im interesting, the best thing since wrestling Infesting in your kids ears and nesting Testing, Attention please Feel the tension soon as someone mentions me Heres my ten cents, my two cents is free A nuisance, who sent? You sent for me? Now this looks like a job for me So everybody, just follow me ‘Cause we need a little controversy ‘Cause it feels so empty without me I said this looks like a job for me So everybody, just follow me ‘Cause we need a little controversy ‘Cause it feels so empty without me A tisk-it a task-it, Ill go tit for tat with Anybody whos talking this shit, that shit Chris Kirkpatrick, you can get your ass kicked Worse than them little Limp Bizkit bastards And Moby? You can get stomped by Obie You 36-year-old baldheaded fag, blow me You dont know me, youre too old, let go Its over, nobody listens to techno Now lets go, just give me the signal Ill be there with a whole list full of new insults Ive been dope, suspenseful with a pencil Ever since Prince turned himself into a symbol But sometimes the shit just seems Everybody only wants to discuss me So this must mean Im disgusting But its just me, Im just obscene Though Im not the first king of controversy I am the worst thing since Elvis Presley To do black music so selfishly And use it to get myself wealthy Theres a concept that works 20,000,000 other white rappers emerge But no matter how many fish in the sea Itd be so empty without me Now this looks like a job for me So everybody, just follow me ‘Cause we need a little controversy ‘Cause it feels so empty without me I said this looks like a job for me So everybody, just follow me ‘Cause we need a little controversy ‘Cause it feels so empty without me Hum dei dei la la, la la la la la La la la la la, la la la la Hum dei dei la la, la la la la la La la la la la, la la la la Kids!1Embed

I Kissed a Boy Lyrics Another motherfucking exclusive! I kissed a boy And I liked it The taste of his hairy fat dick Shade 45 I kissed a boy And I liked it The taste of his hairy fat dick Peace! I am the man But Im not the one with the can in his hand Im down with a different kind of street band And I appear from place to place as the Music Man aka Masta AceEmbed

Criminal Lyrics A lotta people ask me stupid fucking questions A lotta people think that what I say on record Or what I talk about on a record That I actually do in real life or that I believe in it Or if I say that I wanna kill somebody, that Im actually gonna do it or that I believe in it Well shit, if you believe that, then Ill kill you You know why? Cause Im a criminal Youre goddamn right Yeah, Im a criminal Im a criminal My words are like a dagger with a jagged edge Thatll stab you in the head, whether youre a fag or lez Or the homosex, hermaph or a trans-a-vest Pants or dress, hate fags? the answers yes Homophobic? Nah, youre just heterophobic Staring at my jeans, watching my genitals bulging Thats my motherfuckin balls, youd better let go of em They belong in my scrotum, youll never get hold of em! Hey, its me, Versace! Whoops, somebody shot me! And I was just checking the mail, get it? Checking the male? How many records you expecting to sell After your second LP sends you directly to jail? Come on, relax guy, I like gay men Right, Ken? Give me an amen! Please Lord, this boy needs Jesus Heal this child, help us destroy these demons Oh, and please send me a brand new car And a prostitute while my wifes sick in the hospital Preacher preacher! Fifth grade teacher! You cant reach me, my mom cant neither You cant teach me a goddamn thing cause I watch TV and Comcast cable And you aint able to stop these thoughts You cant stop me from toppin these charts And you cant stop me from droppin each March With a brand new CD for these fuckin retards And to think, its just little old me Mr. Dont Give a Fuck still wont leave Im a criminal! Cause every time I write a rhyme These people think its a crime to tell em whats on my mind I guess Im a criminal! But I dont got to say a word I just flip em the bird and keep going, I dont take shit from no one Im a criminal! Cause every time I write a rhyme These people think its a crime to tell em whats on my mind I guess Im a criminal! But I dont got to say a word I just flip em the bird and keep going, I dont take shit from no one The mother did drugs, hard liquor, cigarettes, and speed The baby came out, disfigured ligaments indeed It was a seed who would grow up just as crazy as-Embed

Hoodrats Lyrics I know that aint my homie over there Keep sendin pages to the motherfucker Well Obie! Is somebody calling you? Nah, nah Obie! All Im sayin is I dont even know the situation One ball! You know her? No, uh uh, I dont know that bitch Obie, dont act like you cant see me! Well, shes calling your name Turn around and look at me! Oh shit, Candice, this is Sheneneh Who is this bitch? What the fuck! Security! Security! Let me go! Come on, maam Tanisha, get my purse! Get her outta here! Get my purse! Get her the fuck outta here! Yo, get to her man, need some help with this bitch Get that bitch outta here, man Obie! Obie! You know Im having your babies They twins, one look just like you, let me go! And one of them look like your brother, ok, let me go! My hoodrats fatal, they not stable I could be at a dinner table With Union, Gabrielle, fine as hell, pierce in the naval Look at my rat like she act brand new Hey boo, how are you? Yeah, cool, now tally-o your ass back across the room You see me with Pocahontas I aint tryin to be honorary but honestly I aint tryin be bothered You got a brain, define honors in college Youd rather define how your knowledge in chronic Im tryin step my game up a notch, bitch Your aim to cock block on my plot, bitch She hot and youre not, so stop bitch Quit blowin up my motherfuckin spot, shit How could you be here? Why dont you leave here I aint tryin to see you everytime at my show I got a piece here, you aint gotta speak there You know how we get down on the low Youre playin me cheap here Tonight I dont drink beer I got a bottle, so its time for you to go Yous the freak here, you dont know me here Shes a model, you my late night ho They chase me , when they see me in the club With a lot alike Stacey Dash, they gettin mad Then, they wanna brag and say already had em He aint shit cause he rap for Mr. Mathers Plus 50 Cents like ten times badder D12 shouldnt have had him on they album Thats what I get just for stabbin them hoes They nag, when I pose with a chick with nice toes Yall knew O before for new hoes, but since its a new ho Just act like you never knew O, boo We still crew, we just the same Just not tonight, you dont know my name How could you be here? Why dont you leave here I aint tryin to see you everytime at my show I got a piece here, you aint gotta speak there You know how we get down on the low Youre playin me cheap here Tonight I dont drink beer I got a bottle, so its time for you to go Yous the freak here, you dont know me here Shes a model, you my late night ho Hey yo fellas, never get timid when the chicken is interferin When your chillin with a chick, who a ten Let her know the situation at hand And tell the bitch go play with her friends This is for the model that your chillin with, hoodrats is often awful My advice keep your mouth on muffle Feistiness give em the right to snuff you, and you too pretty to scuffle This is for the rats, go on with that Quit actin like you smokin that crack Cause he pokin that chick, you aint ownin on shit Aint no rings on that finger And every nigga in the hood aint triple teamed her How could you be here? Why dont you leave here I aint tryin to see you everytime at my show I got a piece here, you aint gotta speak there You know how we get down on the low Youre playin me cheap here Tonight I dont drink beer I got a bottle, so its time for you to go Yous the freak here, you dont know me here Shes a model, you my late night ho Thats right, ha, you see me at the club With a, with a look-alike Halle motherfucker Look alike, look a, look alike Alicia Keys Haha, you dont know me Dont say shit, you know who Im talking to All my hoodrat bitches Neneh, Aqua and Trip Entanetta Haha, all yall Im straight, Obie TriceEmbed

Cock Massage Lyrics Groaning Dial tone Oh, answer the phone you fucking slut transvestite With a cock, youre a man, arent you? Youre a fucking man Oh, hey Um, is this, uh, Im looking for a sensual, I dont know Body rub, or something Listen, what type of body rubs, like Im looking for like, um, I dont know, like A cock massage... You know what I mean? Like something like, Im kind of, like I dont know, Im sure you do this everyday Um... Im just- I dont know, Im looking for something like My wife, my wi- Im married, um My wife does not satisfy me the way that you could2Embed

Break Them Wallz Lyrics Nine Lives, Jeffree Star Ive been stuck inside my head too long Its time to get out and break them walls I can almost hear them angels call If Gods on my side, I wont fall Its Jeffree, bitch, Im hiding razor blades in my clit I used to have a big dick, now Im tighter than shit I just sucked your dad off, thats how I paid for these tits Suffocated him quick so I could play with his kids Teddy bears and pigtails, Blow Pops and blood trails The trannys in your house, chainsaw and pink nails Hot pants and high heels, the Dahmer shemale With Deuce and Truth, its fucking unreal We keep the body parts for our next meal Si señorita, we gon rape you in the rear Now my makeups getting smeared, ooh, my hands are on the mirror I fucked the whole Warped Tour, made all them bitches queer Ive been stuck inside my head too long Its time to get out and break them walls I can almost hear them angels call If Gods on my side, I wont fall Its fucking crazy how easy it is for me to just make all them hits It dont even take any wit and thats why Im dangerous Dont think that we aint got them guns on our hips My guns are stronger than his, shits like a bomb when it hits Im the new Obama, its sick, the way I rhyme every syllable Its like Im invincible, my pencils my witness too Yeah, Im the Incredible Deuce, you know its inevitable Shits about to get federal, blow the White House and president up Bitch, shows how much I give a fuck, you know I got more than enough Skills, when your daughters are rocking vibrators, cock up In they vaginas and think that Im up inside em But really Im just here writing with Jeffree and Truth beside us And 99 percent of the time I got my mind set On them millions and diamonds and with that comes some violence Ever since me and Jimmy I. met, Ive been climbing, buck wiling Thats how you know he signed me Ive been stuck inside my head too long Its time to get out and break them walls I can almost hear them angels call If Gods on my side, I wont fall Its drama after drama, I pop to kill Motherfuckers know that I keep it real Im not a patient, but Im mad ill Dont play with me, son, you might get killed Same city, same whip, Im back in this thing, bitch Not 50, not Em, were dropping the same hits Damn kid, you know Im on it like Hendrix I damage everybody thats average They talk about me all the time, but I dont really give a fuck Under pressure all the time, Im in the hood, pistol tucked Im The Truth, I state the facts, fuck a snitch, I murder rats My state of mind is hustle grind, make some moves and watch me shine Pistols laying on my lap Angels got my fucking back This is hell, bitch, all red like velvet Nine Lives, kid, let me see you rep this Ive been stuck inside my head too long Its time to get out and break them walls I can almost hear them angels call If Gods on my side, I wont fall Coming in from outer space Do you read me? Do you read me? Deuce here, come in, come in Mayday, mayday Deuce, can you hear me? Man down, man down2Embed

Liquor Store Church Freestyle Lyrics East Side, East Side, East Side, East Siders Nigga on turf, all up in my hood, liquor store church Gun store, liquor store, gun store, church Liquor store, liquor store, liquor store, church Hold up, hold up Nigga on turf, all up in my hood, liquor store church Gun store, liquor store, gun store, church Liquor store, liquor store, liquor store, church Hold up, hold up They aint even know, this is that simultaneous flow We finna bang, you niggas are lame in the game Everything changed the minute we came in the door We comin in gunnin in front of your son and your woman Like cummin into some money, we came in the dough He go, then I go then I go Nut in your dear mama, I came in the doe The deadliest villain is ready and willin to sever your melon Thats how I really get ahead of you niggas In my head I developed a lyrical weaponry nigga And he said I just bred a pre-mental telepathy nigga After he read what he said in his head and he fed it to me And I fed it to you using these syllables, credit these niggas Im deading these niggas, I telekinetically pick up a pencil When I scribble the pencil, put lead in these niggas Theres plenty of niggas who clamin they real but fictitious Lookin for a killer in these streets, Im IT bitches Youre over four, like the fifth digit, I sixth sense it Might be dippin in something that hit switches Pullin up, Im Pac, when I get around, clips hit em up, them choppers choppin em down And then Imma back out like a hospital gown And yall get the picture like the top of a mound Put a op on the ground when I blast that uzi Picture a sick motherfucker, hashtag looney After my gunfire, open my armrest, thats where my firearm rests, Imma stash that tooley Put a price on your head, I see dollar signs next to your name like a nigga send his Cash App to me And then I finna take every motherfucker out like the edited version of a Sam Jack movie Your handbag Louis hand that to me and that Gucci We dont wanna be a hashtag, do we? Ill happily kidnap your Papi and thatll be bag dad Then Ill have a cat tattoo me A tattoo tear on my cheek, call it murder ink, if I heard em blink then Imma clap that rudey Its crucial, nigga, the shoesll get the Bobby Seale of approval cause our black match Huey Truly Kenny is snow cold, really they dont know, twenty below froze, gimme some more dro Then Imma blow smoke into the ozone, get in my zone on Many idiots really finna get domes blown Bet well cause your squad division, theres no one in our division They hopin to block the vision My flow is apocalyptic, its over, your clock is tickin, Im colder than Cryogenics but roastin the competition No one stop the mission, this is lyrical supremacy Lyrical divinity an instrumental killing spree Consider me the epitome of sinister villainy There really aint no way you getting rid of me Theres a heavy possibility that everyone in the vicinity might catch a bullet where your liver be That mean your bullets from the nine millimetre riddled the middle of a man who didnt do diddly, simply because he witnessed me Niggas from here to Italy finna see Im an oddity Im sonically, and chronically, some kind of commodity When you try to describe the kinda anomaly Imma be when I rhymin it gotta be out of body astronomy Then Im bombin atomically, Im a rhymer thats scholarly Cause a lot of lobotomies and bodily harm What kinda metal we use when a soldiers armed? Wakanda metal we use, Winter Soldiers arm We teaching you how to rap you people are outta whack we swinging the battle axe You weak as a battle rapper that actually has to rap on a beat We like Vorhees without a mask These rappers are scared of the features They dont wanna be embarrassed by teachers Cause they know if they on a record with me Then theyre either in hell or inhalin the ether East Side, East Side, East Side, East Siders1Embed

Violent Lyrics loads gun There he go, right there Psh, I got this Whats up, Obie? gunshots start Oh shit Uh, uh, uh nigga Yeah, nigga car pulls away Shit gets in a car Get these niggas starts the car You can catch me in the hood, up to no good With that Mac like right beside me I aint by no niggas, eyeing my figures Deprive me of my life, try me Imma rip up tissue, homie I wont miss you Thisll be the day that ya dyin Nigga Im violent Ya hearing the sirens Once that ass silence for fucking with me Nigga Im violent Cause Im so tired of these wannabe riders trying to touch Obie Cause nigga Im violent Hat match the jacket, jack match the glove Glove match the Mac that send niggas above All black when his faggot ass acts up When the boys interrupted, haters cant wait to duck Cause when I buck I leave a peep hole in his face They peep O. in the place then they get a bad taste In they mouth, running his lip, I pull that ouch off my hip Commence to spit, Im too grown for this But they tend to take you back to when youre known for riff raff Thatll be his ass, fucking with this cat You can catch me in the hood, up to no good With that Mac like right beside me I aint by no niggas, eyeing my figures Deprive me of my life, try me Imma rip up tissue, homie I wont miss you Thisll be the day that ya dyin Nigga Im violent Ya hearing the sirens Once that ass silence for fucking with me Nigga Im violent Cause Im so tired of these wannabe riders trying to touch Obie Cause nigga Im violent They say O. calm ya nerve, but some niggas need to be served Cause its purpose is unheard of Blacks done seen too much murder to flirt with death Guess he feels it aint nothin left Thats when the weapon is taking its last breath If he think for a second he takin me outta my flesh Violent when it comes to putting Obie to rest Natural cause is the only way they say he left Not from no hater, I got too many guns So, when it come to that shit, Im off one, nigga You can catch me in the hood, up to no good With that Mac like right beside me I aint by no niggas, eyeing my figures Deprive me of my life, try me Imma rip up tissue, homie I wont miss you Thisll be the day that ya dyin Nigga Im violent Ya hearing the sirens Once that ass silence for fucking with me Nigga Im violent Cause Im so tired of these wannabe riders trying to touch Obie Cause nigga Im violent Incapacitating O., no, Im so Observational, I recognize you hoes Nocturnal motherfuckers knocking ya mans Cause Im sitting on paper bigger then Shaq hands Plus every chance I get, Obie advance From spitting to getting riches, Im so enhanced On bitch ass niggas trying to slow my plans Realest shit a nigga ever spoke to fans Listen, Im taking kites in the pen A nigga ever offend again, and thats on my kid You can catch me in the hood, up to no good With that Mac like right beside me I aint by no niggas, eyeing my figures Deprive me of my life, try me Imma rip up tissue, homie I wont miss you Thisll be the day that ya dyin Nigga Im violent Ya hearing the sirens Once that ass silence for fucking with me Nigga Im violent Cause Im so tired of these wannabe riders trying to touch Obie Cause nigga Im violent1Embed

If I Had Lyrics Life, by Marshall Mathers What is life? Life is like a big obstacle in front of your optical to slow you down And every time you think youve gotten past it Its gonna come back around to tackle you to the damn ground What are friends? Friends are people that you think are your friends But they really your enemies with secret identities In disguises to hide they true colors So just when you think you close enough to be brothers They wanna come back and cut your throat when you aint lookin What is money? Money is what makes a man act funny, money is the root of all evil Moneyll make them same friends come back around Swearin that they was always down What is life? Im tired of life Im tired of backstabbin- snakes with friendly grins Im tired of committin so many sins Tired of always givin in when this bottle of Henny wins Tired of never havin any ends Tired of havin skinny friends hooked on crack and Mini Thins Im tired of this DJ playin your when he spins Tired of not havin a deal Tired of havin to deal with the bull without grabbin the steel Tired of drownin in my sorrow Tired of havin to borrow a dollar for gas to start my Monte Carlo Im tired of mother and dartin off Im tired of jobs startin off at $5.50 An hour, then this boss wonders why Im smartin off Tired of bein fired every time I fart and cough Tired of havin to work as a gas station clerk For this jerk, breathin down my neck, drivin me berserk Im tired of usin plastic silverware Tired of workin at Builders Square, tired of not bein a millionaire But if I had a million dollars Id buy a damn brewery and turn the planet into alcoholics If I had a magic wand Id make the world suck my without a condom on while Im on the john If I had a million bucks It wouldnt be enough cause Id still be out robbin armored trucks If I had one wish I would ask for a big enough for the whole world to kiss Im tired of bein white trash, broke, and always poor Tired of takin pop bottles back to the party store Tired of not havin a phone Tired of not havin a home to have one in if I did have one on Tired of not drivin a BM Tired of not workin at GM, tired of wantin to be him Tired of not sleepin without a Tylenol PM Tired of not performin in a packed coliseum Tired of not bein on tour Tired of the same blonde after work in the back of a Contour Im tired of fakin knots with a stack of ones Havin a lack of funds and resortin back to Tired of bein stared at Tired of wearin the same damn Nike Air hat Tired of steppin in clubs, wearin the same pair of Lugz Tired of people sayin theyre tired of hearin me rap about Tired of other rappers who aint bringin half the skill as me Sayin they wasnt feelin me on Nobodys As Ill As Me And Im tired of radio stations tellin fibs Tired of JLB sayin, Where hip-hop lives But if I had a million dollars Id buy a damn brewery and turn the planet into alcoholics If I had a magic wand Id make the world suck my without a condom on while Im on the john If I had a million bucks It wouldnt be enough cause Id still be out robbin armored trucks If I had one wish I would ask for a big enough for the whole world to kiss You know what Im sayin? Im tired of all of this bull Tellin me to be positive, how am I posed to be positive When I dont see positive? You know what Im sayin? I rap about around me, I see You know what Im sayin? Right now, Im tired of everything Tired of all this player-hatin thats goin on in my own city Cant get no airplay, you know what Im sayin? But hey, its cool though you know what Im sayin? Im just fed up Thats my word (I could set my troubles free If I had a million dollars)1Embed

Lord Have Mercy Lyrics Dear lord Hope you can look, deep into my heart And know that I mean good, can you forgive me for all my sins Gs up Its a g thang You motherfuckers know me man Gs up Its a g thang B.M.E Lord have mercy on me Heard a nigga say theres a heaven for a g If there is please save a spot for me I dont wanna burn I hit a nigga up before a nigga hit me Ridin around with my strap on me Just in case a nigga wanna fucking clap me I dont wanna burn No, no Dear lord, this a letter to you A young nigga hurt and I dont know what to do I try to live life right but these cowards hatin Its like everywere I go I run into satan Im on this earth, with my blessing and my curse Just thinking that how we live The ridin hurts Even though you know me Ever since I was birth Im innocent till you judge me and that comes first And I aint trying to burn lord cause thats the worst Forgive me for backsliding on the rock for the thirst I knew it was wrong got to snatching the purse But it was cold outside I couldnt afford a shirt Yeah I wanna go to church But I cant be faithful Im always doing shows but you know that Im grateful I turn weak for the fruit cause it be tasteful I dunno how in the world I can ever repay you Lord have mercy on me Heard a nigga say theres a heaven for a g If there is please save a spot for me I dont wanna burn I hit a nigga up before a nigga hit me Ridin around with my strap on me Just in case a nigga wanna fucking clap me I dont wanna burn No, no Hey Chris can you sit your little ass down my nigga Dammm, I cant even write to god, shit Dear lord I thank you for looking out for my fam Helping my little brother who dont give a damn You see my little sister done got pregnant And my moma acting crazy it aint changin And I pray, that you keep my pops preachin Cause if he aint around theres nobody teachin And please keep my baby mama from bitchin Excuse my language lord but its always friction I wanna thank you for blessing me with my little girl But please give me the power to fight the whole world Cause I swear on you if they touch my kid Ima be sittin down writing to you again Lord have mercy on me Heard a nigga say theres a heaven for a g If there is please save a spot for me I dont wanna burn I hit a nigga up before a nigga hit me Ridin around with my strap on me Just in case a nigga wanna fucking clap me I dont wanna burn No, noEmbed

We Can’t Stop/Achy Breaky Heart LyricsEminems Lose Yourself sample playing Red cups and sweaty bodies everywhere Hands in the air like we don’t care Cause we came to have so much fun now Got somebody here, might get some now If you’re not ready to go home Can I get a hell no? Cause we gonna go all night Till we see the sunlight, alright So la da di da di We like to party Dancing with molly And doing whatever we want This is our house These are our rules And we can’t stop And we won’t stop Can’t you see it’s we who own the night? Can’t you see it we who bout that life? And we can’t stop And we won’t stop We run things, things don’t run we Don’t take nothing from nobody, yeah yeah To my homegirls here with the big butts Shaking it like we at a strip club Remember, only Dad can judge us Forget the haters cause somebody loves ya And everyone in line in the bathroom Trying to get a line in the bathroom We all so turnt up here Getting turnt up, yeah, yeah So la da da di, we like to party Dancing with molly And doing whatever we want This is our house These are our rules And we can’t stop And we won’t stop Can’t you see it’s we who own the night? Can’t you see it we who bout that life? And we can’t stop And we won’t stop We run things, things don’t run we Don’t take nothing from nobody Dont break his heart, his achy breaky heart I just dont think hell understand Dont break his heart, his achy breaky heart I just dont think hell understand, oh oh oh Dont break his heart, his achy breaky heart I just dont think hell understand, oh oh oh Dont break his heart, his achy breaky heart I just dont think hell understand And she cant stop And she wont stop Cant you see its she who owns the night? Cant you see its she whos bout that life? And she cant stop And she wont stop She runs things, things dont run she Dont take nothing from nobody, yeah yeah4Embed

Constantly Armed Lyrics In my mind Ima fighter, my hearts a lighter My soul is the fluid, my flow sparks it right up Arsenic writer, author with arthritis Carpel tunnel, Marshall will start shit-itis Hard headed and hot headed, bull headed and pig headed Dick headed, a prick, a big headache Im sick Quick witted, for every lyric spitted there are 6 critics Who wait for me to slip with it, so quick This dynamite stick buried the wick, its gonna explode any minute Some lunatic lit it and its not Nelly Do not tell me to stop yelling, when I stop selling I quit So stop dwelling an I am not felling You fuckers are not ready, cause I got jelly, like Beyonces pot belly This is Destiny, yes money Im of running So get off of me, Im not slowing or softening They sendin armies out to bomb me, Constantly armed The only DJ that can calm me is Constantly armed My firepower keep me warm Im Constantly armed And fuck the world til Im gone, Constantly armed They sendin armies out to bomb me, Constantly armed The only DJ that can calm me is Constantly armed My firepower keep me warm Im Constantly armed And fuck the world til Im gone Bitches be warned I will not fall I will stand tall Feels like no one can beat me Follow me tell me if you feel me I think niggas is tryin to kill me Picturin pistols, spittin hollow points til they drill me Keepin it real, and even if I do conceal My criminal thoughts, preoccupied with keepin steel See niggas is false, sittin in court, turned snitches That used to be real, but now they petrified bitches Im tryin to be strong, my firepower keep me warm Im trapped in the storm, and fuck the world til Im gone, Bitches be warned Word is bonb, youll get torn Im bustin on Guiliani, he rubbin my niggas wrong And then its on, before I leave picture me Im spittin at punk bitches and hustlin to be free Watch me set it, niggas dont want it, you can get it Bet it make these jealous niggas mad I said it This Thug Life nigga, we dont cater to you hoes Fuck with me, have a hundred motherfuckers at yo do, with fo 2Embed

Role Model Lyrics Im cancerous, so when I diss, you wouldnt want to answer this If you responded back with a battle rap you wrote for Canibus A hellspawn droppin a stealth bomb Six mics in The Source, they borrowed one from LLs arm You beef with me, Im a even the score equally Take you on Jerry Springer and beat your ass legally I get too funny off of twenty Nō-Dōz Hop on a snowboard and hit a tree harder than Sonny Bono So if I said I never get buzzed That would mean I lie and get butt more than the president does Hillary Clinton tried to slap me and call me a pervert I took her freakin tonsils out and fed her sherbet My nerves hurt and lately Im on edge Grabbed Vanilla Ice and ripped out his blond dreads Every girl I ever went out wit has gone les Follow me and do exactly what the song says Talk back, fake sick, get out of school, steal from people And dont think before you do somethin thats illegal Im dumb enough to walk in a store and steal So Im dumb enough to ask for a date with Lauryn Hill Some people only see that Im white, ignorin skill Cause I stand out like a green hat with a orange bill But I dont get pissed, yall dont even see through the mist How the fuck can I be white? I dont even exist I get a clean shave, bathe, go to a rave Fry from an overload and dig myself up out of my grave My middle finger wont go down, how do I wave? And this is how Im posed to teach kids how to behave? Now follow me and do exactly what you see Dont you want to grow up to be just like me? I slap women and eat shrooms, then O.D Now dont you want to grow up to be just like me? Me and Marcus Allen went over to see Nicole When we heard a knock at the door, must have been Ron Gold Jumped behind the door, put the session on hold Did em both and smeared blood on a white Bronco My mind wont work if my spine dont jerk I slapped Garth Brooks out of his rhinestone shirt Im not a player, just a ill rhyme-sayer Thatll spray a Aerosol can up at the ozone layer My rap styles warped, Im runnin out the morgue With your dead grandmothers corpse to throw it on your porch Jumped in a Chickenhawk cartoon with a cape on And beat up Foghorn Leghorn with an acorn Im about as normal as Norman Bates with deformative traits A premature birth that was four minutes late Mother, are you there? I love you I never meant to hit you over the head with that shovel Will someone please explain to my brain That I just severed a main vein With a chainsaw and Im in pain? I take a breather and sigh, either Im fried or Im nuts Cause if you aint tiltin this room, neither am I So when you see your mom with a thermometer shoved in her ass Then it probably is obvious I got it on with her Cause when I drop this solo hit, its over with I bought Cages tape, opened it and dubbed over it I came to the club drunk with a fake I.D Dont you want to grow up to be just like me? Ive been with ten women who got HIV Now dont you want to grow up to be just like me? Ive got genital warts and it burns when I pee Dont you want to grow up to be just like me? I tie a rope around my penis and jump from a tree You probably want to grow up to be just like meEmbed

C’mon Everybody Lyrics Get down tonight Get down tonight Get down tonight Get down tonight Get down tonight Get down tonight Get down tonight My favorite color is red, like the blood shed From Kurt Cobains head when he shot himself dead Women all grabbin at my shish kabob Bought Lauryn Hills tape so her kids could starve You thought I was ill and now Im even more so Shit, I got full-blown AIDS and a sore throat I got a wardrobe with an orange robe Im in the fourth row, signin autographs at your show I just remembered that Im absent-minded No, I mean Ive lost my mind, I cant find it Im freestylin every verse that I spit ‘Cause I dont even remember the words to my shit I told the doc I need a change in sickness And gave a bitch herpes in exchange for syphilis Put my EP on your Christmas gift list You want to get high? Here, bitch, just sniff this! Come on everybody Come on everybody Come on everybody Come on everybody Come on everybody Come on everybody Come on everybody Come on everybody I tried suicide once and Ill try it again Thats why I write songs where I die at the end ‘Cause I dont give a fuck, like my middle finger was stuck And I was wavin it at everybody, screamin I suck! I go on stage in front of a sell-out crowd And yell out loud: All yall get the hell out now! Fuck rap, Im givin it up, yall, Im sorry But Eminem, this is your record release party! Im bored out of my gourd, so I took a hammer And nailed my foot to the floorboard of my Ford Guess Im just a sick, sick bastard Whos one sandwich short of a picnic basket One Excedrin tablet short of a full medicine cabinet I feel like my head has been shredded like lettuce and cabbage And if you ever see a video for this shit Ill probably be dressed up like a mummy with my wrists slit Come on everybody Come on everybody Come on everybody Come on everybody Come on everybody Come on everybody Come on everybody Come on everybody Got bitches on my jock out in East Detroit Cause they think that Im a motherfuckin Beastie Boy So I told em I was Mike D They was like, Gee, I dont know, he might be! I told em, Meet me at the Rockfest concert Ill be standin by the Loch Ness Monster Peace out Then I jetted to the weed house, smoked out Til I started bustin freestyles, broke out Then I dipped quick back to the crib, put on lipstick Crushed up the Tylenol and ate it with a dipstick Made a couple of crank calls collect I want to make songs all the fellas dub And murder every rich rapper that Im jealous of So just remember when I bomb your set Yo, I only cuss to make your mom upset Come on everybody Come on everybody Come on everybody Come on everybody Come on everybody Come on everybody Come on everybody Come on everybody Embed

Like Dat Lyrics AYE CHECK IT OUT THIS YA BOY STAT QUO REPRESENTIN THA A-TOWN.. THIS MY NEW JOINT LIKE DAT BANG THIS..TURN THIS UP.. YA UNDASTAND ME..YEAAH! I love when you do it like that girl You aint gotta use your hands to make it clap girl The way you move I just dont know how to act girl Youre lookin good Im tryna beat out ya back girl Its like this and like that and like this an ah Hit a spot then leave you wit ya bitch an ah White tee, two Glocks, no bandanna This aint what you used to its Statlanta I so ran low, slide down the strip slow Everywhere ya folk go they yellin out Stat Quo Right up the strip that the street niggas fiend for The a bambino, GMN nino never been faded You hate it I made it the hoods the ladies Your rims I dated so get some new ones My dues I payed it Im rated number one bitch All throughout the world girls lovin my shit Baby slow down I know you lovin that dick But Stats a bachelor cant be with one chick Yeah you gettin bread but you aint stackin like this I go to the bank they know me by my first name biatch I love when you do it like that girl You aint gotta use your hands to make it clap girl The way you move I just dont know how to act girl Youre lookin good Im tryna beat out ya back girl Yeah Break it down gon now do it now break it down Gon now do it now break-it-down gon now break-it-down Gon now You bout to bare witness to the sickest mufucka there is Lotta dough up in the hoe baby thats how I live Fuck a mill, time is rough I needs a billion Them militants go off to meet me in the buildin I spit for the had not crooks and chillins Wont quit till my cash flows through the ceilin Your cars get bored of me your boy is dealin Money on my mind I got no time for chillin I be at where the gees at big bread lotta head Stat need that pistol on my lap case you wanna chat Blast ya off the map but it bam bam Im born is on three lil homeboy be to mean On this shit and yall agree full grown fo fo 5 armed wit me While you waitin out front we gettin in for free I love when you do it like that girl You aint gotta use your hands to make it clap girl The way you move I just dont know how to act girl Youre lookin good Im tryna beat out ya back girl Yeah ..Break it down gon now do it now.. break it down Gon now do it now break-it-down gon now break-it-down Gon now1Embed

Without My Glock Lyrics I guess Im supposed to be scared Cause you got toast up in here Well nigga lets get one thing clear I dont leave the block without my Glock Is it because Im standin with your bitch? Or got all these stones on my wrists? Dont think youre leavin here with this I dont leave the block without my Glock Im on another level when it comes to this, cats swung and missed Strapped under this Raps hungriest, top soloist, hopped over this Cheap imitations try, couldnt find an ice pop colder bitch Wires get tap, your rep cant control the snitch Which, means Im in the BINGE if I throw em bricks I dump karats in the RING overflow the wrists Man, I even bring the thing when I go to piss Look, money aint a THING thought I told them this Your boy big as Yao MING Im a soldier miss Only problem in hip hop is waitin Known when that butter, I make the strip pop like bacon Hatin, so look sloppy so I stop get the Rollie fitted Got a fan base in the towns that think Kobe did it Them dick riders on the block and they starvin Give me a year Ill be rockin the Garden Theyll still be in the bricks Same bitch, same sloppy apartment Bubble gum on the top of your carpet, food stains in your clothes They cant catch him Dudes changin his flows more than his hoes Just got a Range and a Rolls And these hoes didnt always love me I was pissin them off Cause you got to fuck banks before you get to the boss Now Ive moved up in rank, ice chips in the cross To see me blow, is like vice grips on your balls I guess Im supposed to be scared Cause you got toast up in here Well nigga lets get one thing clear I dont leave the block without my Glock Is it because Im standin with your bitch? Or got all these stones on my wrists? Dont think youre leavin here with this I dont leave the block without my Glock I was destined to swim backwards in cash Since the day I was smacked in the ass Give me that blue kush in the booth and Ill be back in a flash First week Ill be platinum and half Going hard in the yard Still hungry like Im back in the draft Same shitty attitude Cadillac in the stash Its the critically acclaimed, lyrically inclined And Im easily influenced, keep my name out your rhymes Nowadays niggas tell, your own boss set you up Like Avon and Stringer Bell Im from the ghetto like Akon so bring a L Youre worthless, like a weddin ring in a cell Hell all day Im blowin dope See the aroma on my coat? Its stronger then second hand smoke When I toke, I blow it in the sky for the slaughter For every mother and daughter that died in that water For that little girl playin outside when they caught her But was suppose to hit the guys on the corner I make the heads bop in the streets like speed bumps Cause every bar hit ya, hard as a Muhammad Ali punch My bitch got an ass about as wide as a tree trunk She hit once, I think about her for 3 months Dont you know my nigga L pop off wigs? Leave em in the grass and say hi to their kids I guess Im supposed to be scared Cause you got toast up in here Well nigga lets get one thing clear I dont leave the block without my Glock Is it because Im standin with your bitch? Or got all these stones on my wrists? Dont think youre leavin here with this I dont leave the block without my Glock Yeah! Your boy Banks nigga Gangrene nigga You know the team nigga G-UNITTT!!! Shady Its over Nothin else wins!1Embed

Radio Freestyle Lyrics Yo, yo Aight, aight Slim Shady Yo, yo, yo Its only fair to warn, I was born with a set of horns And metaphors attached to my damn umbilical cord Warlord of rap thatll bash you with a 2 by 4 board And smash into your Honda Accord with a 4 door Ford But Im more towards droppin an acappella thatll chop a fella To mozzarella, worse than a helicopter propeller Got you locked in the cellar with your skeleton showin Developin anorexia while Im standin next to ya Eatin a full course meal watchin you starve to death With an IV in your veins feedin you liquid darvocet Pumpin you full of drugs, pull the plugs On the gunshot victims full of bullet slugs Who were picked up in an ambulance and driven To receivin with the asses ripped out of they pants and given A less than 20 percent chance of livin Have a possible placement, its a hospital patient Storin the dead bodies in grandmas little basement Doctor Kevorkian has arrived To perform an autopsy on you while you scream, Im still alive! Drivin a rusty scalpel in through the top of your scalp And pullin your Adams apple out through your mouth Better call the fire department, Ive hired an arson To set fire to carpets and burn up your entire apartment Im a liar to start shit Got your bitch wrapped around my dick So tight, you need a crowbar to pry her apart with Motherfucker Slim Shady, bitch Recognize For the 99 Im on February 23rd1Embed

Berzerk Explained LyricsMusic. I had met Paul, Ems manager, a few years ago and we always talked about the possibility of getting together to work on something at some point down the road. We just worked out it was meant to be at this time. I think its unlike any current hip hop songs. If you listen to whats going on in hip hop, this is not what this is. Em wanted to do something kind of throwback to some of the early records that we were making in the old days. And it more reflects that energy of the early days of hip hop. We were in the studio working on a bunch of different ideas and this was one of the later ones to come up. It started with a sample and the sample that we started with ended up not being in the record. The song sort of evolves. It started one way, it kind of got programmed and written to and then it changed into a whole different song. And I felt the track was really strong and didnt really know what direction Em was gonna go in vocally. And then when I heard the vocals, that was pretty, exciting because it was not at all what I was expecting. And just the energy in it and the lyrics and the style of it. Its so well done and so smart and so funny. Its just great. In this song, we ended up using a wired guitar and hook and everything else pretty much is programmed. It reminds me of old hip hop videos and I think its really entertaining and I look forward to see it all put together and done. But in the shooting stages, the pieces Ive seen look really entertaining.4Embed

Take 87 & A Half Lyrics Mc Double M and DJ Butter Fingers, Take 87 & A Half Man, wheres my papers? New Jacks, meaning new dont mean jack Not concerned about a sucka, and senseless crap No time to waste time, in this profession Too busy advancing, moving forward, progressin Agility, ability, got to stay nimble My rhymes are not basic, as basics too simple Making corrections to fit perfection Breaking rhymes and lines into different sections New style intact, in fact rhymes are jam-packed Back to back, lines are being stacked Every show that I go, suckas look at me mean Im kicking ass fast, and Im splittin the scene Provin Im not joking, fingers keep smokin Talk shit to me and your jaw gets broken Step away from me man, dont try to play the role Of a hero, cause that shits gettin old Wanna battle me, thatll be an ignorant choice Cause Ill pick up the mic, and take you out with my voice If you act like a punk, then youre bound to get hurt Cause Ima grab you by your shirt and knock your dick in the dirt Jumpin on the bandwagon, you missed your ride But dont you know you just committed suicide? Ill mess you up like a champ, but we not in the ring We on the stage so its a whole different thing If youre bigger than me and youre twice my size Then its time for my .9 to be recognized Consider yourself dead if my face turns red Cause Imma fill your ass with twenty pounds of lead Im not lookin for trouble but if it comes my way Thatll be the funnest part of my day You aint never gonna make it cause youre just too soft Youre fadin like jeans after every wash Youre seekin a beat that could move your feet And at the same time rhymes of the street Well shit, this is it, though it may be slow Know its got a lotta crack, its a sellout show Standing room only, no place to sit But you wont want to once the punchlines kick They call me a klepto cause I stole the show You said I wasnt no good, but youre in the front row Difference between us is Im first and youre last So take your wack rhymes stick em up your ass Yall wanna bite? Ill give you something to chew Ill stick my dick down your throat, and Imma say Fuck you! You wanna battle me? Man, you best forget it Keep running your mouth, Imma put my fist in it Ill make you eat those words you just spoke Shove em down your throat until you fuckin choke And when youre gagging, and gasping for breath Imma hit you with a right and follow up with a left Heres another example, or better yet a sample Of the way I fight, my style is ample Riding down the block on my way to school Saw a sucker motherfucker thinking he was cool Sucker flipped me off, I said Stop the car! Manix said Show em how bad you are Jumped outta the ride, like a bat outta hell The boy was terrified, I could just tell He kinda figured that death was near So he started swinging because of fear Sucka kept swinging while I just ducked Came up with a right and the boy was fucked He fell straight to the ground, he was probably dead But I aint stick around to see how bad the boy bled2Embed

No Way Out Lyrics Ha ha Im back, bastards! When the chips were down you just laughed at us Now you bout to feel the fucking wrath of Aftermath, faggots! Listen you can call me what you want, black and ugly But you cant convince me the Lord dont love me When my cds drop, they sell the best You call it luck, why cant it just be Im blessed Im a track-star, running through life, chasing my dream Best deal I made was trading the mic for that triple beam I zone off thinking is there really heaven or hell So what happens to a changed man who dies in a cell I need no answers to these questions, cause time will tell Got a date with destiny, shes more than a girl Dont much good come from me, but my music Is a gift given from God so Ima use it I put a message in my music, hope it brightens your day If times are hard, when you hear it, know youll be okay A old G told me Gods favorites have a hard time You out the hood, thats good now stay on the grind Some days, Im in the crowd all by myself Bunch of niggas around Im still by myself These days its hard to tell who really cares for me So you when hear this song, you should say a prayer for me I drift off on a cloud by myself Thinking bout nothing more than life, what else These days its hard to tell who really cares for me So you when hear this song, you should say a prayer for me Sometimes its hard to wake up in the morning Mind full of demons, I dont wanna hear them anymore Got me heartbroken,fine, so many babies screaming Cause they seeing destruction before they a see human being So they start smoking weed, well never get our day Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shape Cause they all broke. and why do ghetto birds die Before we learn to fly, some bodies elses child caught in guns Smoking weed, can all make a change So Im told, but I havent seen the change unfold With my heart open, greed, brings only misery A way to tragedy, so I stay sucker free Only a few chosen, rise My ghetto queen, rise Dont be afraid to try Too many of us died to the door to open wide My brother be wise, stay focused on the prize Though everybody dies Some days, Im in the crowd all by myself Bunch of niggas around Im still by myself These days its hard to tell who really cares for me So you when hear this song, you should say a prayer for me I drift off on a cloud by myself Thinking bout nothing more than life, what else These days its hard to tell who really cares for me So you when hear this song, you should say a prayer for me My friends cant understand this new me Thats understandable, man, but think how bananas youd be Youd be an animal too, if you were trapped in this fame and caged in it like a zoo And everybodys looking at you, what you want me to do? Im starting to live like a recluse and the truth is Fames starting to give me an excuse to be at a all time low I sit alone in my home theater watching the same damn DVD Of the first tour, the last tour he was still alive And it hurts so I fast forward, sleeping pills will make me feel alright And if Im still awake in the middle of the night Ill just take a couple more, yeah youre motherfucking right I aint slowing down for no one, I am almost homeward bound Almost in a coma, yeah homie come on dole em out Daddy, dont you die on me, daddy, better hold your ground Fuck, dont I know the sound of that voice Yeah baby hold me down Some days, Im in the crowd all by myself Bunch of niggas around Im still by myself These days its hard to tell who really cares for me So you when hear this song, you should say a prayer for me I drift off on a cloud by myself Thinking bout nothing more than life, what else These days its hard to tell who really cares for me So you when hear this song, you should say a prayer for meEmbed

Freestyle #2 Lyrics Im with you, Im with you Aight, yo-yo Beat em in the head Hand me an eighth, beam me up and land me in space Ima sit on top of the world and shit on Brandy and Ma$e Im more than ill Scarier than a white person trapped in a room with Lauryn Hill Human horror film But with a lot funnier plot and people that feel me Cause Ima still be The Madd Rapper Whether I got money or not As long as Im on pills and I got plenty of pot Ill be in a canoe paddlin, makin fun of your yacht But I would like an award For the best rapper to get one mic in The Source And a wardrobe I can afford Otherwise I might just еnd up back striking at Ford And you wonder what the fuck I need more Vicodin for? Evеrybodys pissin me off, even the No Limit Tank Looks like a middle finger sideways flippin me off No shit, Im a great danger to my health Why else would I kill you then jump in a grave and bury myself? Aight, yo Who the fuck are ready to go?1Embed

When We Ride On Our Enemies Lyrics Fugees! Fugees and Mobb Deep tryin to diss now too huh? Hahaha! Well I aint prejudiced, I dont give a fuck This is what it sounds like - when we ride on our enemies BEYOTCH! When we ride on our enemies HEYYYY! Got some static for some niggas on the other side of town Let my little cousin K roll, hes a rider now What they want from us motherfuckin thug niggas? Used to love niggas now I plug niggas, and slug niggas Am I wrong? Niggas makin songs, tryin to get with us Must be gone on stress weed, in the West we trust To the chest I BUST! Then we ride til the sun come Shinin back to brighten up the sky, HOW many die Heard the Fugees was tryin to do me - look bitch! I cut yo face, this aint no motherfuckin movie THEN! We watch the other two die slow Castrated entertainin at my motherfuckin sideshow BAM! Set my plan in mo, time to exterminate my foes I cant stand you hoes, uhh Now label this my fuckin trick shot My lyrics runnin all you cowards out of hip-hop When we RIDE - on our enemies When we ride on our enemies I bet you motherfuckers die, when we ride, on our enemies When we ride on our enemies Bet all you motherfuckers die, when we ride, on our enemies They think theyre crazy, but they aint crazy, lets face it Shit, basically theyre just playing sick They aint shit, they aint saying shit, spray em 50 A to the K, get in the way Ill bring Dre and them with me And turn this day into fucking mayhem, you staying with me? Dont let me lose you, Im not trying to confuse you When I let loose with this Uzi and just shoot through your Isuzu You get the message? Am I getting through to you? You know whats coming, you motherfuckers dont even know, do you? Take some Big and some Pac and you mix em up in a pot Sprinkle a little Big L on top, what the fuck do you got? You got the realest and illest killers tied up in a knot The juggernauts of this rap shit, like it or not Its like a fight to the top just to see whod die for the spot You put ya life in this, nothing like surviving 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 nothing spookier You now about to witness the power When we ride on our enemies I bet you motherfuckers die, when we ride, on our enemies When we ride on our enemies Bet all you motherfuckers die, when we ride, on our enemies Come take a journey through my minds eye You crossed the game, dont explain, nigga time to die, say goodbye Watch my eyes when I pull the trigger So right before you die you bow before a bigga nigga, now dry yo eyes You was HEARTLESS on yo hits Niggas love to scream peace after they start some shit - pay attention Heres a word to those that robbed me I murder you then I, run a train on Mobb Deep! Dont fuck with me Nigga youre barely livin, dont you got sickle cell? See me have a seizure on stage, you aint feelin well, hell How many niggas wanna be involved? See I was only talkin to Biggie, but Ill kill allayall, then ball Then tell Da Brat to keep her mouth closed Fuck around and get tossed up, by the fuckin Outlawz Before I leave, make sure everybody HEARD Know I meant, every mother fuckin word! When we ride on our enemies When we ride on our enemies Make sure everybody die, when we ride, on our enemies When we ride on our enemies, hehe I make sure everybody die, when we ride, on our enemies1Embed

Wake Up Lyrics They say he was a monster from birth, so Fuck it, Ill just a lean warn-os them hoes I suppose O took on the street life Even though my mother told me I could be otherwise Wasnt the school type, I was too cool My agenda wasnt general education, nigga Generalizing Obies expectations It was like, a cucoo in twenty-twos Bad news my nigga, pass the brew Cause in a week we be pouring a glass for you So rapidly homies become causualties We was just playing Madden Now a nigga sad for his family, thats how it happens Dudes get blasted, another casket Another child becomes a fatherless bastard Make a nigga wanna grab this rachet Its so tragic, and Obie cant get past it And you wonder why a niggall flash it Just to show these demons that I aint having it Put em beneath the grass in a flash Homie Im from the craft And to make it where Im at, thats called Soldierism Real niggas notice em, they wanna flow with em Wanna do major shows with em Get the fuck out the ghetto with em Heavy metal, leave a nigga twisted, dont fret This is the set we live in But I aint crying or whining about my environment Even though black folk is dying constant Niggasll shoot you unconscious With no conscience, until you lose conscience Conscious, and pompous white folk think Im just rhyming Just designing lines, just for the sake of shining Like I just speak violent applying to the business Im in Rewind and find him in a dirty ass hood with no sight of climbing Moving on up was just The Jeffersons Rest of us watching the tube got less then them So why you vexing him? Why you stretching him out? He got the weapon all because his whereabouts Born and raised, mental slaves And I dont see change before Im seeing the grave All I see is my homies corpse decay Crying at his wake, cant recognize his face Face it, you not identifying with me My identity distorts ya visibility So you cant see me, peep what hes achieving You recieve information from TV Im in the hood, I live it you read about it Rest in peace Peezy Please believe Obie eyesve seen The Wire Prior to what you seeing on the screen I done been in and out of the bing Lost niggas to unfortunate things Thats why, praise the Lord Im still on the scene Praise the Creator who made human beings Just for creating a nigga like me A nigga that put the umph in G, yeah I try to reach out but you wont My brothers and sisters, we got to Fore you stuck in the system, and then you Reality hits you, before you can 1Embed

Go To Sleep LyricsI aint gonna eat, I aint gonna sleep Aint gonna breathe, til I see what I wanna see And what I wanna see, is you go to sleep in the dirt Permanently, you just bein hurt, this aint gonna work For me, it just wouldnt be, sufficient enough Cause we, are just gonna be, enemies As long as we breathe, I dont ever see, either of us Comin to terms, where we can agree There aint gonna be, no reasonin, speakin wit me You speak on my seed, then me, no speak-a ingles So we gonna beef, and keep on beefin, unless Youre gonna agree, to meet with me in the flesh And settle this face to face, and youre gonna see A demon unleashed in me, that youve never seen And youre gonna see, this gangster pee on himself I see you D-12, and thanks, but me need no help Me do this one all by my lonely I dont need fifteen of my homies When I see you, Im seein you, me and you only We never met, but best believe you gon know me When Im this close, to see you exposed as phony Come on bitch, show me, pick me up, throw me Lift me up, hold me, just like you told me You was gonna do, thats what I thought, youre pitiful Im rid of you, all of you, Ja, youll get it too! Now go to sleep bitch! Die, motherfucker, die! Ugh, times up, bitch, close ya eyes Go to sleep, bitch! Why are you still alive? How many times I gotta say, close ya eyes? And go to sleep bitch! Die motherfucker die, bye, bye, motherfucker, bye, bye! Go to sleep bitch! Why are you still alive? Why, die motherfucker, ah, ah, ah... ...Go to sleep bitch! We got you niggas, nervous On purpose, to hurt your focus, youse not MCs, youse worthless Youse not them Gs, youse a circus, youse no appeal, please Youse curtains, you use words, cool heard, slurred in two thousand third Youse purpin, youse no threat, whos ya servin? When lyrically oughta bury you beneath the dirt when You fuck with a label overseeing the Earth Shady muthafucka, O. Trices birth And as I mold, I become a curse So we can put down the verse, take it to the turf Cock and squeeze, and he who reach the hearse is he who Depicts fiction in his verse And as I breathe, and you be deceased The world believe you deceived just to speak Youse not the streets, youse the desk Use not your chest nigga, use a vest Before twos choose ya rest, you chose death Six feet deep, nigga, thats the debt Now go to sleep bitch! Die, motherfucker, die! Ugh, times up, bitch, close ya eyes Go to sleep, bitch! Why are you still alive? How many times I gotta say, close ya eyes? And go to sleep bitch! Die motherfucker die, bye, bye, motherfucker, bye, bye! Go to sleep bitch! Why are you still alive? Why, die motherfucker, ah, ah, ah... ...Go to sleep bitch! Hey dog, Ima walk like a beast, talk like the streets Ima stay blazin New York wit the heat Stalk on the beat, walk wit my feet Understand my pain, the rain aint sleet Peep how Im moving, peep where Im going Shit dont seep, then sleep not knowin But Ima keep growing, getting larger than life Easy-going with the same one that started the fight He be knowing how dog get, when dog gon bite Tried to show him the dog shit, its dog for life Grand champ, and my Blood Line is tight Cuz its all good, its all right Niggas tried to holla, but couldnt holla back Now they gots to swallow, everything in the sac Blood Line, and, we can go track for track Damn dog, whyd you have to do them niggas like that? Now go to sleep bitch! Die, motherfucker, die! Ugh, times up, bitch, close ya eyes Go to sleep, bitch! Why are you still alive? How many times I gotta say, close ya eyes? And go to sleep bitch! Die motherfucker die, bye, bye, motherfucker, bye, bye! Go to sleep bitch! Why are you still alive? Why, die motherfucker, ah, ah, ah... ...Go to sleep bitch! All you motherfuckers, take that! Here, take this too, bitch! Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Waaaaaahoo Were killing all you motherfuckers dead, all of you Fake ass gangsters! No more press! No more press! Rot, motherfuckers, rot! Decay, in the dirt, bitch, in the motherfucking dirt! Die nameless, bitch, die nameless! No more fame! Ahhhhhhhhhh! Hahahaha Yo X, come on man, Obie, lets go, hahaEmbed

King Mathers Lyrics Breaking news: Detroit rapper Eminem cancels his sold-out European tour to check himself into rehab after admitting an addiction to sleep medication Well have more on this story as it develops Shady Records recording artist Obie Trice has apparently survived a gunshot to the head in what appears to be a random drive-by shooting Meanwhile, Eminem is rumored to be alienated-- On again/off again relationship with... This just in, a tour bus involving Eminems bus... Updating a story we brought you earlier about gunfire at an after-hours club, wеve learned that thе rapper Proof has been fatally shot Shady/Aftermath recording artist... Long-time best friend of Eminem and a member of the rap group D12 D12, back in the news again today... Is it a sabbatical or the end? The rumors and speculation continue to swirl around Eminem He insists hes just taking a break, but doubters believe hes retiring, leaving us all to ask, Will the real Slim Shady please stand up?Embed

Spread Yo Shit Lyrics Hah! This is DJ Seven Deuce Fresh up out your mommas mouth So when she spits you know how I cum You know what I mean, haha We release the Dogg Hour Where we give a shout out to my School Craft Playaz Detroits in the house, live at Roll-in-Wills Obie Trice baby, check it out... I done did my share of dirt, flipped my share at work Im the nigga that lived and slid through terror turf Did it big with clever workers who hid the crack In the back bottled up in that Gerber glass For what its worth, I aint told to have Im just rambling, yall dick handling Telling my past and you dont know me Niggas the names Obie, Im bout to expose these motherfuckas When I was down you had a lot to say You should mind your business and walk away Talk about them trying to find a way To spread yo shit round town I aint really got time for you With all that ignorant shit you do Niggas need money and I do too Thats why I aint fucking with you I wonder would he pass for a passive If a massive ass kicks inflicted It can happen that quick, when spitting shit Rapidly laying down your fag ass click From running your lips like a bitch All I know is something it gotta give Niggas I gotta live, its not a prerogative Dont speak on The Kid Lid your speech or rid ya in the streets Its so optional, but I will be logical Cause when I lodge at you, its not hospital Operating poppin them hot slugs outta your abdominal Now your momma got a funeral attending Just for mentioning Obie Trice the Henchmen All I wanna do is make music and bench man Get my weight up the same shit that Jay said If you hate up, the AKs is sprayin Motherfuckers aint playin! When I was down you had a lot to say You should mind your business and walk away Talk about them trying to find a way To spread yo shit round town I aint really got time for you With all that ignorant shit you do Niggas need money and I do too Thats why I aint fucking with you Thats why I dont fuck with you cats Cause this all wrap with yall But this is not an act at all Run ya trap, get clapped and fall Spread rumors recieve malignant tumors Dont confuse music with us choosin Adhesive patches wont cover the bruise Channel Two anchors wont cover the news They never give a fuck when its beef between crews All I know is Obie paid his dues Made his moves and bitch niggas hate the truth They rather see me laid in that body booth Deep six, rotten so the rats can chew Thats why I dont fuck with yall Youll run and get yalls, and that really sucks for yall Talk behind backs but never to him dawg Wouldnt that irritate ya boss?! When I was down you had a lot to say You should mind your business and walk away Talk about them trying to find a way To spread yo shit round town I aint really got time for you With all that ignorant shit you do Niggas need money and I do too Thats why I aint fucking with you When I was down you had a lot to say You should mind your business and walk away Talk about them trying to find a way To spread yo shit round town I aint really got time for you With all that ignorant shit you do Niggas need money and I do too Thats why I aint fucking with you Fuckers, Obie Trice1Embed

Cancerous Lyrics Im cancerous So when I diss, you wouldnt wanna answer this If you responded back with a battle rap you wrote for Canibus Ill strangle you to death, then Ill choke you again And break your freakin legs til your bones poke through your skin You beef with me, Ima even the score equally Take you on Jerry Springer and beat your ass legally I get too blunted off of funny home grown ‘Cause when I smoke out I hit the trees harder than Sonny Bono So if I said I never did drugs That would mean I lie and get laid More than the President does Hilary Clinton tried to slap me and call me a pervert I ripped her freakin tonsils out and fed her sherbet My nerves hurt, and lately Im on edge Grabbed Vanilla Ice and ripped out his blond dreads Every girl I ever went out with has gone les Follow me and do exactly what the song says Smoke weed, take pills, drop out of school, kill people And drink, jump behind the wheel like it was still legal Im dumb enough to walk in a store and steal So Im dumb enough to ask for a date with Lauryn Hill Some people only see that Im white, ignorin skill ‘Cause I stand out like a green hat with a orange bill But I dont get pissed, yall dont even see through the mist How the hell can I be white? I dont even exist I get a clean shave, bathe, go to a rave Die from an overdose and dig myself up out of my grave My middle finger wont go down, how do I wave? And this is how Im supposed to teach kids how to behave?Embed

Second Chance LyricsEminem:] Yeah Its my life My own words I guess Have you ever loved someone so much, youd give an arm for? Not the expression, no, literally give an arm for? When they know theyre your heart And you know you were their armour And you will destroy anyone who would try to harm her But what happens when karma, turns right around and bites you? And everything you stand for, turns on you to spite you? What happens when you become the main source of her pain? Daddy look what I made, Dads gotta go catch a plane Daddy wheres Mommy? I cant find Mommy where is she? I dont know go play Hailie, baby, your Daddys busy Daddys writing a song, this song aint gonna write itself Ill give you one underdog then you gotta swing by yourself Then turn right around in that song and tell her you love her And put hands on her mother, whos a spitting image of her Thats Slim Shady, yeah baby, Slim Shadys crazy Shady made me, but tonight Shadys rocka-by-baby You look like youre in another world But I can read your mind How can you be so far away Lying by my side Things aint always what they seem or cracked up to be Like all these fakin ass rappers in this industry Talkin bout what they got, and they aint got a damn thang How you own three cars, but you dont own ya own name? Get ya business right boys, the first class is in session Get a entertainment lawyer in the music profession Start up ya own company, trademark the name Thats gon run ya bout a grand so start savin ya change Open a bank account quick, and then follow these steps Sign yourself to yourself and start signin ya own checks Hit the booth and start recording at the speed of need Whatever gets ya juices flowin could be speed or weed Get it mixed and mastered, pressed up and plastered Sell it to ya whole hood out the trunk, ya bastard Show all the non-believers what you destined to be And in just a couple years you could be rich like me But I cant hold my tongue You look like youre in another world But I can read your mind How can you be so far away Lying by my side Money to be made best believe a nigga clockin I run it myself like a quarterback option I pitch a 10 gs tell a bitch to go shopping She buy herself some clothes, and she bought me back a chopper See niggas tryna kick it, but no I dont play sucka Im all about my cake Im tryna marry Betty Crocker A package on the way you know my whip game proper And enough for one key I see seventy thousand dollas Now I was shootin dice, smokin on a joint I bet with Yo Gotti, he hit five straight points We ova here hustlin, we ova here grindin You rap about money and nigga might sign ya You rap about me and a nigga might find ya Banana in ya ass with ya head right behind ya DOPE GAME BITCH let his mamma worry bout him You can holla at me for a fee You look like youre in another world But I can read your mind How can you be so far away Lying by my sideEmbed

Renegade Lyrics Mufucka say that Im foolish, all I talk about is shooting But niggas know I was shooting when JoJo was making music Got 50 clips in the Uzi, wet niggas just like jacuzzi Just top me, dont want no coochie Ride foreign, used to drive hoopty Im ballin just like a Laker Keep heat like a radiator Get my Gucci suit tailored while I vacate in Jamaica And baby not tryna save ya I pass her like hot potato My mistress bitch from Barbados Im a nigga like cable Power the table Versace draws on my balls I used to wear Black Label Im young, black, and Im able Im crazy, mentally unstable Been like this since the womb Was cussing up in the cradle Ill smack the lil bitch that made you And rob the nigga that paid you Buffy Vampire, slay you Mortal Kombat, annihilate em Fuck the world, Im penetrating Listen to my presentation The crowd standing ovation Patiently running out of patience Drinking lean like Im a patient Turn you to a doctor patient A lucrative operation Molly with the codeine chaser Number 2 pencil eraser Yo favorite rapper, I chased him Have lil folks come and face him SRTs, we like to race em Where police, they like to chase us But they never catch us Cause we strapped up with Berettas Free la beretta Like Biggie, wearing Coogi sweaters Like Memphis Bleek, Roc-A-Fella Me and money got together Now, a nigga can do whatever Tell a preacher, dont want no lecture When you cleaning, dont scratch my leather Black whip with the red interior Lil boy, Im your superior Masked up like Rey Mysterio Hulk Hogan up on a hater I flex but I still hear em Now, go to the other side of the ring Show em you still hearin em Last niggas went this hard, Jay-Z and Eminem And all them niggas trying to play hard, they really feminine Finessed a cluck, he thought it was tar Was really cinnamon In Paris, eating crepes with a broad Pass me the cinnamon And nigga, only call my phone if its about dividends And if you wanna hear me roar, come to the lions den Boy, you know you dont want war, so stop that lying then Bullets come right through your door Hot like a frying pan Niggas know who up on the score Somebody died again Now the police all on the block A homicide again No handshakes, head nods Cause you is not my friend They say I aint got no respect Then, blame my mama then Bitch, Im Rico Recklezz Up the pole and rob my mamas friend And all I want for Christmas is a .50 and some Timberlands Recklezz Renegade, never been afraid to say whats on my mind at any given time a day Im Recklezz Renegade Never been afraid to say whats on my mind Renegade Im Recklezz Rengade Never been afraid to say whats on my mind Renegade Im Recklezz Rengade1Embed

Don’t Chew With Your Mouth Full Lyrics Livin like a truant with this voraciously acuity Soon as soon as trigger emotion Try to combine a with a quick You gotta better Im stepping up to expand my fist Quicker than expected And knock you out while Im doing it Yo better You a man or a , you should call yourself The way you be blowing the mic and throwing your shit at me Old and crusty, dusty as chalk I should put your ears in your mouth and make you listen to yourself talk Have you heard you yet? Obviously not Otherwise youd realize what a fag you sound like and stop But dont chew with your mouth full Dont chew with your mouth full Cause if you chew with your mouth full Youll end up biting your toes 9-2-3 dash 3-6-9-4, ding-dong, wrong number Now what you wanna die for ? and sooner or later Ill find you Track you down, smack you down So youre melted before you even felt it Welted from being belted Tossin curves that are nerve-wrackin slackin Im throwin pitches switches Which is trickery, victorys repetitious Though weaker ones and overeager ones that just get ate up Though many will often try to duplicate the style I made up If my weight up it wouldnt matter, youre slow as a paraplegic Whoops you missed, heres my fist, eat it But dont chew with your mouth full Dont chew with your mouth full Cause if you chew with your mouth full Youll end up biting your toes With the mentality of a gerbil You probably Your lips are becoming Im breaks north And when it takes off Question, should I break your face and take your place and knockin you back your forehead Then Ima turn you out! Burn you out! You face defeat Beat down , I grab your jugular vein and double the pain strain, but its useless Collapsed in a lost fight So hot you smolder, but call it a frostbite You take out crews by yourself take out this one Im a soloist, Chaos is a soloist pick one Hes about to put more tracks in your soul And put your crew in a pile and jack em up like a totem pole I give you a dance and make you change direction or Have a spot reserved in a handicapped parking section How the hell can you leave when your train-less? Your smooth sailing hit a storm and looks likes your failing Left a band stranded empty handed Put so much as a toe in my way and get branded Im standing colossal drag you out like a fossil With a rap so hot it will cause a snot in your nostril Take you out take you out with simplicity Im shocking so bad, Ill make you shit electricity Try flip me or whip me you fucking fed bon appetite, eat the concrete, dickhead But dont chew with your mouth full Dont chew with your mouth full Cause if you chew with your mouth full Youll end up biting your toes Ah, foolish one, do not step to one to whom you cannot step to When will he ever learn? I guess never4Embed

1999 Tim Westwood Freestyle Lyrics Tim Westwood, Marley Marl and Slim Shady and MC Proof Proof on my side, my sidekick Yall can suck my wide -ick Said the ick without the D in front of it None of you rappers want none of it I’ll put you on punishment like Big Pun Wanna suck my ick-ick? Heres a big one Ill do it with the fluid that I’m spillin Im illin, plus Im chillin, Im not a villain Forget the controversy surroundin me And all these fake-ass press people surroundin’ me, houndin’ me But I dont give a damn ’cause I smoked a pound of weed Yall dont want none of me So get from in front of me like Chuck D All the these bitches wanna walk up and fuck me Whoops! Did I say that or did I think it? I dont know but my brain starts shrinkin’ My spine starts shrivelin, givin em adrenaline When Im killin em and no DNR for Benylin And this is right off the top Take a bottle of pop and bit off the top Tim, I said that last time when I was on your show But it really doesnt matter cause I kick this slowest flow With a flow thats slow, really doesnt matter Said it backwards, but all you fake-ass rappers are actors And Ima bring it to ya You got a life and you got a song But dont know how to sing it, do ya? No you dont, so Ima kill it Ima cook a cracked egg in a skillet and eat it And smoke it and whatever, take my dick and poke it Blastin off right now! Aight! Ha-ha-ha No doubt No doubt, baby Proof! MC Proof, here on the mic raise the roof Kill em like 180-Proof D12, D12, D12 Too many white and black people I been gnarly Rockin with Tim Westwood and Mr. Marley Its time for us to do yall, who yall? We break balls like cue balls, while yall switch up like RuPaul Its true yall dont wanna mess around with us A lotta people I been with is dangerous Whys this beat so fast? I know Wow, this beats are a little bit too fast for my headache But I dont give a damn, someone call a paramedic Cause Im pathetic, I need a little bit of Excedrin to make my damn head spin Ill do a head spin, a windmill and then chill, and then kill Whatever, Im clever with these beat that I kick over these techniques Like technique 12 inches, I get blunted And any rapper that wants it, dont want it They kick in front it, right to their face I give, Ima smackin it and I dont give a damn Cause I got Proof backin it Yall dont wanna step to me You put your life in jeopardy Yall better choose your mother— weaponry Ayo Proof, get on the mic Show these mother— what its like All you motherf— goin get f— up now Aw man No cussin, no potions, slow motion, jack off with no lotion Im slower than the flow in the ocean I can cause an explosion, to knock water out of an ocean When Im coastin, jumpin the rowboat and start flowin in it I brought the microphone, my -ick Im totin it Like a Glock that cock I rock the microphone and rock the spot And rappers jock a lot, Proof come in whether youre wack or not Or dope or not Yo, yo, yo, Ima give you this hot beat Marley Marl style Go ahead, Proof Slim Shady, Marley Marl joint exclusive freestyle Yo, exclusive For all our supporters Roll your tape recorders This is goin overseas to many different borders Here it is, Paul Bunyan, he speaks Yiddish Niggas and Slim Shady run for the English to the British Time for them to get down, stood up, listen to us We can rock the microphone and never got to cuss Us, trust, nuts, of course we dangerous derange the bus is danger Well I flip it and I kick and I rip it and I flip I figgity back the microphone and figgity-figgity-wheepsy Yo, check it out, yo, my hair aint nappy But, yo, can this beat please get a little more happy? I diggity what for biggity what I biggity bust a savage I biggity down, flip them down, flip them like a Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, hold on, hold on, hold on This beat a little bit too happy for my stinkin self Nah, this is nice, this is nice This is some explicit shit that yall cant get with Get my wrists slit, I aint a nit wit But Ill smoke weed and pass out like a sampling snippet Yall dont wanna hear me rip it Yall dont wanna hear me flip it I biggity-biggity-biggity-whoopsie Like Das EFX, you get a broken neck My textbook, take a next look Yall dont wanna understand the way that I just come off at the top And I can always drop everything that I stop Or everything that I keep goin and keep flowin Like the Energizer bunny, thats why its funny When rappers try to step to me and try to step to me And battle me for money, cause youre a dummy Cause anything that you could say I could use against you And I can slice your ass like a chem suit Let me continue, put the shit on the menu Rappers dont wanna step to me Because Then I continue to bust, never ever trust Any MC cause I turn em all to friggin dust Yeah, we turn em to dust Ayo, Dirty Dozen gon battle with anything You better off hop in a plane with JFK Display lyrical styles, we get it dirty Its Dirty Dozen, D12 No need to write this, cause when we write this Yall hear Shady, Proof, Bizarre and Its time to hype this, get it with this Its Tim Westwood, get on your best foot Your chest could take a slug from us Do drug with us, you bug with us? Nah Dont even try that, you hear this stuff? Well, next time, the LP buy that No time to hide that Ayo, the hi-hat, go buy that You die flat for talkin that You get bust up, whos that? Paul Rosenberg, yo, frozen turds Get stepped over, its time to get it Paul Rosenberg Id like to thank yall for comin by, man Yall just ripped that Did you rip my damn microphone? Paul Rosenberg is a small frozen turd Why yall just ripped my damn microphone? Aye, peace London Ma-Ma-Ma-Marley Peace Marley, Tim, I love yall, peace Thank you very much for havin us1Embed

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, raped the womens swim team Dont take me for a joke, Im no comedian Too many mental problems got me snortin coke and smokin weed again Im goin up over the curb, drivin on the median Finally made it home but I dont got the key to get in So when you see me on yo block with two Glocks Screamin, Fuck the world like 2Pac Talkin that shit behind my back, dirty mackin Tellin your boys that Im on crack So put my tape back on the rack, go run and tell your friends My shit is wack But see me on the street and duck Cause you finna get stuck, stoned, and snuffed Embed

Vaping in the Hood Lyrics The motherfuckin world is a ghetto Full of magazines, full clips, and heavy metal When the smoke settle.. Im just lookin for a big yellow; In six inch stilettos Dr. Dre, Hello, perculatin keep em waitin While you sittin here hatin, yo bitch is hyperventilatin Hopin that we penetratin, you gets naythin Cause I never been to Satan, for hardcore administratin Gangbang affiliatin; MC Renll have you Wildin off a zone and a whole half a gallon 9 1 1 emergency Its my son hes hurtin me On parole for robbery Aint no coppin a plеa, aint no stoppin a G Im in the 6 you got to hop in the 3, company monopoly You handle shit sloppily I drop a ki properly They call me the Don Dada Pop a collar, drop a dollar if you hear me you can holla Even rottweilers, follow, the Impala Wanna talk about this concrete? Nigga Im a scholar The incredible, hetero-sexual, credible Beg a ho, let it go, dick aint edible Nigga aint federal, I plan shit While you hand picked motherfuckers givin up transcripts Villain blows up yo spot Take yo notebook yo bitch and yo Glock This motherfucker thought the coochie had a padlock You slapped her ass thats alarmin Cause she want my Worm like Carmen We chin check niggas, them thin check niggas Run trains on gold diggers beware these fo niggas Scarin motherfuckers like Stephen King flicks Makin niggas clear the room like a dyke fleein dick Makin 2nd II None shit, nigga like Quik So when I bomb first nigga who you rollin with? Fuck that ice on your wrist, fuck yo fine ass bitch Cause you could lose it in a tussle nigga watch me hustle Watch niggas kiss my ass without flexin a muscle Bitches - all in the back they knees waitin to buckle Same time same channel dont change the dial Niggaz4Life, fuckin your wife, these niggas wild I started this gangsta shit And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? I started this gangsta shit And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? Did I fall off?, Got you in your room Rippin every Chronic poster on your wall off Just cause I put away the sawed off Now I got you sittin back with a smirk; Listening with your arms crossed Questioning Dres credibility Wondering if its still in me to produce hits; Yall be killin me As if I need to make mo I got a mansion And six cars that are paid fo suck my dick! We came a long way from not givin a fuck Sellin tapes out of a trunk to movin this far up Now we got the whole world starstruck Made a million plus and still dont give a motherfuck Motherfucker Im Dre - I dont need your respect I dont need to make another album bitch I dont gotta do shit I do it because I want to not to stay in the game Fuck the fame, Im still stayin the same, lil bitch! I started this gangsta shit And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? I started this gangsta shit And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? Look at these Niggas With Attitudes Look at these Niggas With Attitudes Look at these Niggas With Attitudes Look at these Niggas With Attitudes Look at these Niggas With Attitudes Look at these Niggas With Attitudes Look at these Niggas With Attitudes Look at these Niggas With Attitudes..Embed

All of My Life Lyrics + Nate Dogg Trell Say niggas in Detroit dont make beats Straight out the hood nigga My nigga Trell, Obie Trice, Shady Records From hard times Got this lady on my mind To good times Wanna hit it all the time Shes mine I was down and locked away Shes mine From hard times You know a nigga wanna touch your body We can keep in touch have an after party Know you wanna fuck cause your acting naughty You see us in the matress probably, ha Wanna be involved cause the entourage Im endulged in You say you love my dirty drawers youre all in Wanna sleep with the star, be baby mom Eat lobster, see where youre coming from Cause hey that nigga got dick for days There aint too many niggas blessing Os ways I guess I just get better with old age Cause in my hey, puss made me say May day Anyway, today Im a different human being I crush em, make em scream Its nothing, aint a thing Fronting like the dick aint off the chain Slicing niggas tires and things ] At the after party, we can get naughty watchin your body Get the shit started, coke and bacardi Get juice and gin, and up off that ready to roll At the after party, its a private party What happens at the party stays at the party Girl go and party, back up that body Into my body, girl lets go You know Im somewhere where I can ease my mind be On some island, dime piece beside me No paparazzi, eyeing at hiney But I am right behind she Wanna bump and grind, crying saying Im all up in her side Bringin down her menustration cycle Girl I lay pipe the the right, pipe to the left Pipe all night, a pipe dream right O Trice advice your type If it aint him its a nigga in my clique you like If the misses insists on the dick tonite We throw assists like Scott Pip and Mike You blow a kiss on my tip you just might Get a whiff off the kid up in your windpipe Now see that insight, it excites Cause shes undressing for that sex right? Take time out my hectic schedule Just to give you the pleasure your request fo When I hit your spine thats how you measure O Tell your girlfriends you aint had it like this before Now your girlfriends all up in the mits of O Wanna be mistress, all cause a few extra inches Blew back your entrance, you lack experience New jack, my crew ran through that for instance We can fuck from dusk til dawn Its no discussion whos nuts your on Shes such in a rush to cum Wanna choke on a dong, like its a bong And what is he doin, he making her moan Make her wanna leave that mothafucka she got back home All O knowing is to keep hoes going Enjoying O Trices groin Got this lady on my mind Wanna hit it all the time I was down and locked away Thought about it everday 1Embed

Eminem, Paul Rosenberg Intro Lyrics Paul, youre obviously not going to help me with this. I can see that. So... Nah its cool, dont worry about it Im Sorry, Im just trying to organize it Okay, well Im just trying to do some fucking drops that got fucked up that... Sorry Really? Yeah Alright, well, maybe... maybe... uh... you wanna start over? What do you wanna do? I dont know. Are. You probably havent been listening. I think that this one is okay Good Morning! Welcome to the Shady Classics Mixtape with DJ Whoo Kid1Embed

The Slaughter LyricsWho the fuck wanna get it on? Get shitted on, ten minutes long Oh fuck! Get shitted on, ten minutes long A few minutes featured, then they gone Fuck rap, Im not dealin with it I carve kindness on a bullet, and kill you with it Your moms a slut What is an emcee? An emcee, is a soldier Who never backs down from any challenge From any cypher Well this is the title that was given to us Slaughterhouse - no fake emcees allowedEmbed

Pray for me Lyrics DJ Salam Wreck! This is me, this is you This is us, this is Proof This is you, this is me This is us, this is Proof I don’t need forgiveness I don’t need no religion I ain’t living my life behind bars or sign Prison Aint no job for me Damn if God only put some love in my house insteada leavin’ mah heart lonely Trapped inside poverty Strapped up so properly Actin outta hunger Now I’m wrapped up in robberies My yearn is to brawl Got me learnin the law Came to school But a fool I ain’t turning my jaw Hit me? I’m hitting back Damn sho I’m getting back Tough behind the streets Never eat where you shittin’ at Life as a diplomat True family and friends Sittin back confused, insanity begins As we travel to the end And battle not the sick Being broke, Harry had his Gat up to his skin Used to live to fight Now I’m fightin’ to live Please believe my own needs Feed mah wife and mah kids It’s my life -We do what we gotta do Can only do me -That’s all I know how to do I gotta get away -To swallow this Malibu So pray for me -‘Cos my life aint valuable It’s my life -We do what we gotta do Can only do me -That’s all I know how to do I gotta get away -To swallow this Malibu Straight from the bottle -Do, shit, I do what I gotta do1Embed

Verse 1 Lyrics Uh, uh, uh, uh, alright, alright Uh, Slim Shady, yo, yo, yo Its only fair to warn I was born with a set of horns And metaphors attached to my damn umbilical cord Warlord of rap thatll bash you with a 2 by 4 board And smash into your Honda Accord with a 4-door Ford But Im more toward droppin an acapella To chop a fella to mozzarella worse than a helicopter propeller Got you locked in a cellar, with your skeleton showing Developin anorexia, while Im standin next to ya Eating a full course meal watching you starve to death With an IV in your vein feeding you liquid Darvocet Pumping you full of drugs, pull the plugs on the gunshot victims full of bullet slugs Who were picked up in an ambulance and driven To receiving with the asses ripped out of they pants And given a less than 20-percent chance of livin Have a possible placement as a hospital patient Storing the dead bodies in grandmas little basement Doctor Kevorkian has arrived to perform an autopsy on you while you scream Im still alive! Driving a rusty scalpel in through the top of your scalp And pulling your Adams apple out through your mouth Better call the fire department Ive hired a arson to set fire to carpet And burn up your entire apartment Im a liar to start shit Got your bitch wrapped around my dick so tight you need a crowbar to pry her apart with Motherfucker! Slim Shady, bitch! Recognize, for the 99! Album February 23rd! Dial toneEmbed

Thank You Lord For My Life LyricsMagic My Lord, our father Theres so many things I need to say And alot of people dont wanna hear it But ya know what? Im a say it anyway I thank you Lord for my life Forgive me Lord for complaining so much I thank you Lord for my life Your the only one that understands my pain Im twenty three, I done seen the whole world rot Every type of crime, loud cheers from the audience They was jocking my style Buck wild, doing my thang, fulfilling my dream Shit, I remember thinking about back when I was a teen I know Im blessed, just having this tank around my chest Cause every city that I been to homeless people facing death I shed a tear, could never understand thier pain Cant even shelter thier own families in the pouring rain What did they do to deserve this life Was it so horrible to make them serve a homeless night Shit aint right Cause we eating, sleeping in good health What we dont want we throw away, thinking only yourself People need help, this generation we lost Crying for what we want, not just crying for what we need Men have to hunt just to feed And we complaining bout bullshit When we should thank him for the smaller things we did get I thank you Lord for my life Forgive me Lord for complaining so much I thank you Lord for my life Your the only one that understands my pain I thank you Lord for my life Forgive me Lord for complaining so much I thank you Lord for my life Your the only one that understands my pain Father I thank you for granting me another day to open my eyes So I can see my little boy and girl play Pray for so many worldly things I lust and greed Got us calling on you mostly when we think that we need something And we be running to the Bible when we locked up But when we free we tryin a tear the block up Negativitys embedded in our brains along with the mental chains That we wear thanks to the slave masters game I came to humble myself, cause through your mercy and grace I got my freedom, my health and my spiritual wealth My faiths been tested many times, the devils so busy But you gave me strength to conquer evil, Lord I feel you in me Please forgive me for the times I havent been right And God, I thank you for this precious gift, my life I love you Lord Lord Me and Mia We do this all for you I thank you Lord for my life Forgive me Lord for complaining so much I thank you Lord for my life See, Im trying to teach the whole world I thank you Lord for my life Forgive me Lord for complaining so much I thank you Lord for my life Cause its you that understands my pain I hear people complain they fat but you blessed, people hungry What you dont see those children on TV, starving and bony You phony, would they complain if they could eat half that you eat Or maybe sleep some of the places you sleep I hear people complain they broke but you blessed cause you living Better start thanking the Lord for the life that you was giving Not a preacher but Im preaching to the people I can reach Tell em you say your prayers fore you fall asleep If you aint saying your prayers then you aint getting no blessings If you aint getting no blessings, thats why your ass is stressing Im trying to teach a lesson, if you listen to the words I speak You can see my Lord is the quickest way to get back on your feet Parents should be teaching this just as soon as your born Wouldnt matter its out the Bible or the Holy Ahran Everything is everything and my God is the beginning With him, no losers, just winners I thank you Lord for my life Forgive me Lord for complaining so much I thank you Lord for my life You see Im trying to teach the whole world I thank you Lord for my life Forgive me Lord for complaining so much I thank you Lord for my life You can truly understand my pain I thank you Lord for my life I mean, just think about it Everybody in this world are sinners It never matters to him Because we all his children, you know what Im saying? Everybody here is capable Hes coming back someday yall for us So you gotta straighten out your life, know what Im saying? Stop complaining about all the small things Start waking up in the morning and thanking for things that you have You know people thats blind Will give up everything they have just to have sight People with no fingers Will give up everything they have just to have a hand And you get up and you complain about small things You cant pay a light bill You cant put gas in your car But your walking, your breathingEmbed

Eminem Freestyle Part 2 Lyrics Its like that Alright bust it Its only fair to warn, I was born with a set of horns And metaphors attached to my dang umbilical cord Warlord of rap thatll bash you with a two by four board And smash into your Honda Accord with a four door Ford But Im more toward droppin an acapella To chop a fella to mozzarella worse than a helicopter propeller Gotcha locked in a cellar with your skeleton showin Developin anorexia- while Im standing next to ya Eatin a four-course meal watching you starve to death Put a IV in ya vein feeding you liquid Darvaset Pumpin you full of drugs Pull the plugs on a gunshot victim full of bullet slugs Who were picked up by an ambulance and driven to receiving With they asses ripped out of they pants And given a less than twenty percent chance of living Havin a possible placement as a hospital patient Storin the dead bodies in grandmas lil basement Doctor Kevorkian has arrived to perform an autopsy On you while you scream Im still alive! Drivin a rusty scalpel through the top of ya scalp Im pullin ya Adams apple out through ya mouth Better call the fire department, Ive hired an arsonist To set fire to carpet and burn up your entire apartment Embed

Pale Moonlight Lyrics If you want me, baby All you gotta do is let me know you can have me All you gotta do is keep it on the low when you grab me Hold me tight like you gon never let me go If you go, down on me baby just make sure you take it slow If you want me, Ima fuck you in the Pale Moonlight Tonight im gonna fuck you to the morning light I just wanna fuck you cuz the mood is right I said, I just wanna to fuck you, i just wanna... If you want me, baby All you gotta do is let me know you can have me All you gotta do is keep it on the low when you grab me Hold me tight like you gon never let me go If you go, down on me baby just make sure you take it slow If you want me, Ima fuck you in the Pale Moonlight Tonight im gonna fuck you to the morning light I just wanna fuck you cuz the mood is right I said, I just wanna to fuck you, i just wanna... You know I like them nice hips And them shiny lips When you blew a kiss You got me neuterized and You know just what I wanna hit I see you at the club every week Hanging at the bar You see me up in the VIP hanging with them stars Hoping out the wip My own ? riding on them things Lets cut the small talk out Come here girl, whats your name? You know you sexy in that Louis Vuitton Hair and nails matching your skirt Looking like Little Kim in that thong Your tounge ring got me curious And when I say curious Im seriously curious To know just how you use it We can listen to some slow music Some shit like this in the background While we get undressed to it and I aint trying to wife you Im just trying to strike you And go back out and find somebody thats just like you And then you go calling my phone, leaving ill messages Showing up at any time at my home Shes like a rockstar and magazines bitches Way for, way from the video vixens Everything she wear, it seems so exquisite And I aint gotta talk how she go down and kiss it She make her own money so you know how she livin Ballin and anything I say, yo she get it In the ? driving, she craving to hit it Riding, switching speeds up on asphyxia With them high heels with the straps, make that ass poke out So when she bend over on the hood you better look out And I dont like to eat out but if we at the cookout If the grill is clean then girl you better look out Its gangsta, everywhere I go I got pimps out So slide me the info when I pull a black book out And then you go, calling my phone Leaving me messages, showing up at any time at my home Embed

Radio Freestyle Lyrics Met a retarded kid named Greg with a wooden leg Snatched it off and beat him over the fuckin head with the peg Go to bed with the keg, wake up with the 40 Mix it with Alka Seltzer and Formula 44D Fuck an acid tab, Ill strap the whole sheet to my forehead Wait until it absorbed in and fell to the floor dead No more said, case closed, end of discussion Im blowin up like spontaneous human combustion Leavin you in the aftermath of holocaust and traumas Cross the bombers? We blowin up your house killin your parents And comin back to get your foster mommas And Im as good at keepin a promise as Nostradamus Cause I aint makin no more threats Im doin drive-bys in tinted Corvettes on Vietnam war vets Im more or less sick in the head, maybe more Cause I smoked crack today, yesterday and the day before Saboteur, walk the block with a labrador Strapped with more corral for war than El Salvador Foul style galore, verbal cow manure Comin together like an eyebrow on Al B. Sure! Motherfucker!1Embed

Shady Baby LyricsHey, what’s a demon? A demon is fun, a lot more fun… 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!2Embed

I C Dead People Lyrics Word is bond, Redman makes the kids run Im seeing dead people creepin on my income Piercing the ear drums, how the fuck he do it? Got little miniature Redmans, crawlin into it, cause my Back against the wall get to actin like a fool Thats what happens to students, when you keep em after school I stay a wild child, beef, bring it like Raow! Raow! My guns go boom, boom, and your guns go pow pow! Still, I feel a chill, bumps in my body The spirits of other MCs records in the party Cause, me being, the man that I am Im awfully hunted by them guns with wide lens on the scope Sucka, you miss, Im a get my laugh on You fuck around and woke up, with the stash gone How I spaz on niggas is ugly You got the game fucked up on makin the money See I dont say Im thugged out, but I know my choice Back up plans, got back up; if I blow my voice Thats why Im Brick City, cant wait to put my niggas on To see us perform, we sellin out at Ticket Tron What Im doing is wrong, but It lasts long Yo, toast the niggas that passed on Get it while the gettin good, whole life with a grip Cause when its gone, thats it, thats it, thats it! Im seeing dead people creepin on my income You win some, you lose some, but you never run Redman its the war head; BOOM! Nigga I dont die, I was born dead Top of the mornin to ya, I wake up like a born loser The world is my Bermuda; Triangle and Im lost in it Im hearin voices saying Red, the wanna put holes in ya authentic I walk among winners and I put out work, nigga And I dont stop, until I squirt Haters hate on, you can tell the rest of the class I can see the evil in you, through a masculine task Smoke the greenest grass I live by the hand of god That me, ya boys, or ya guns wont leave a scar You niggas too hard and not ready to scrap Knowin damn well, ya moms raised you better than that Redman the weirdo, Im my own dirty clique With 35 KOs nigga Ill make it 36! Thou shall not fuck with raw, Funk Docta Takin ya breath when I drop ya I feel for you cause cats, try to test me You a waiteress set of an MC, check please Been waited way too long, now its time to put Gilla on the map Gilla on ya back, same Zombies, from Phila on attack Niggas want it back, Triggas on the map Wont stop me, Im not a quitter thats a rap If I was just broke you wouldnt notice me Ha, Ha, but look at the bright side my man Nobody really planned to fail, you really failed the plan Gotta keep the bomb like an Israeli hand My musics killa, yours girlie; Scram! I can hang out in the same place as my fans Let em touch me, feel how far that I swam Look in my eyes, ya noddin to sleep It aint a watch, as Eminem, providin the beat Thats why.. Embed

Ariel Lyrics Ends off Brain Damage snippet and instrumental plays through Dial tone Hi, this is Ariel? This is Marshall Dont hang up! God... Are you gonna leave me too? Ariel... Hi Im sorry, Im s- Im sorry, uh-Im a-Im a white male Single now, sorry, what should I do, Ariel? Are you gonna leave me too? Everybodys left me Yes Im sorry, I-I, you know? She comes in, from work late She comes in at late last night, okay? I dont know where shes at All I know is that shes got these little, like Red marks on her neck Im like Are those hickeys? No, these arent hickeys Im like Youve been fooling around, I cant have it you Shes done this to me before I wish you could just, help me, like I dont know, Im-Im kinda horny Ive got candles lit Candles, Ive got candles, and got The music playing, like a-- Can you hear it? The music? The mu-the music... oh, sorry I dont know, Im just horny I need it-I dont know I dont know if I need to just, like, jack off Or like have sex with my girlfriend when she comes I dont know anymore, you know? Im just What? A bomb? You want me to swallow a bomb, Ariel? You want me to kill myself, right here, on national TV?! I-Im what? I dont understand, is that Spanish or something? I dont understand, what are you- You know, Im just an English regular guy, Im a white kid, okay? I grow up, you know I dont know, oh my god... You know what? If youre not gonna jack me off, you fucking slut You can suck my dick, you fucking whoreEmbed

The Watcher LyricsThings just aint the same for gangstas Times is changing, young niggas is aging Becoming OGs in the game and changing To make way for these new names and faces But the strangest things can happen from rapping When niggas get wrapped up in image and acting Niggas get capped up and wrapped in plastic Zipped up in bags: when it happens, thats it Ive seen em come, Ive watched em go Watched em rise, witnessed it and watched em blow Watched em all blossom and watched em grow Watched the lawsuits when they lost the dough Best friends and money: I lost them both Went visited niggas in the hospital Its all the same shit all across the globe I just sit back and watch the show Everywhere that I go Aint the same as befo People I used to know Just dont know me no mo But everywhere that I go I got people I know Who got people they know So I suggest you lay low Im still on top of the game Still dropping flames, still cock and aim Still at the top had to rock for the fame Over setbacks, theres been a lot since I came You seen it all, how I got, how I gained The momentum when it dropped, how I got through the pain When I roll and shock, they watched me reclaim The streets, they made a special spot for my name Dre, haters wanna stop to my reign But the music lives in me, every drop in my veins The pride and the pain All the way back from the rise of my name See the world clear through the eyes of the mane See the world cheer for the rhymes that I gave When the beat bangs itll drive them insane The eyes that I played, the best to emerge in the game is the Watcher Everywhere that I go Aint the same as befo People I used to know Just dont know me no mo But everywhere that I go And uh, I started out dumb, sprung off a hood-rats Listenin to the radio, wishin that I could rap But nothing changed, I was stuck in the game Cause everybody in the industry was fuckin me, mayne Listen, I got a scheme, break away, do my own thang Drop some conversation, sit back and let the phone ring Niggas aint wanna see me rise 97 watch me cut these motherfuckers down to size And if I catch another case, Lord knows how they hate me Got a player in the court room, please dont let em frame me Ive been dealt a lot of bad cards livin as a thug Count my blessings and throw my stressings in this land with no love Maybe they seen me rollin, look at all this green Im holdin I get this why they envious and get they eyes swollen Hopin the heavenly father love a hustler Meet the hardest nigga on the Earth to ever bust a nut My homies tell me, Have a heart — fuck they feelings Ive been tryin to make a million since we started, we cold hearted Niggas in masks thatll blast at the task force Empty out my clip, time to mash, they asked for it Me, Makaveli, Im a motherfucker We break bread, now we thug brothers, haha Niggas talk a lot of non-shit I choose to ignore it A war? They aint ready for it haha I know, you got your eyes on me, I feel you watching me But it aint hard to see that you cant see me You try, but what you think you saw Aint what you thought you saw You better off not looking at all (Everywhere that I go aint the same as before People I used to know just dont know me no more But everywhere that I go, I got people I know Who got people they know, so I suggest you lay low) Im still on top of the game Still dropping flames, still cock and aim Still at the top had to rock for the fame Over setbacks, theres been a lot since I came You seen it all, how I got, how I gained The momentum when it dropped, how I got through the pain When I roll and shock, they watched me reclaim The streets, they made a special spot for my name Dre, haters wanna stop to my reign But the music lives in me, every drop in my veins The pride and the pain All the way back from the rise of my name See the world clear through the eyes of the mane See the world cheer for the rhymes that I gave When the beat bangs itll drive them insane The eyes that I played, the best to emerge in the game is the Watcher I know, you got your eyes on me, I feel you watching me But it aint hard to see that you cant see me You try, but what you think you saw Aint what you thought you saw You better off not looking at all (Everywhere that I go aint the same as before People I used to know just dont know me no more But everywhere that I go, I got people I know Who got people they know, so I suggest you lay low) This place is my house, I might as well erase my face wit white-out Cuz yall cant see me like Mases eyebrows Climped out of a nice house Through the front window and heard this guy shout Hey thats my couch, bitch! Pull a nine out during a rhyme bout While Im rippin this shit, put a clip in it spit five rounds And murder you hoes worse than a convertible flippin vertical Nose first wit the top off landin upside-down Youre tied down and duct-taped, fuck rape Id rather just hump a sluts leg wit my nuts shaved And Sway & Tech, two disk jokeys Breakin so many friggin needles I wonder if they inject I know, you got your eyes on me, I feel you watching me But it aint hard to see that you cant see me You try, but what you think you saw Aint what you thought you saw You better off not looking at all (Everywhere that I go aint the same as before People I used to know just dont know me no more But everywhere that I go, I got people I know Who got people they know, so I suggest you lay low) Haha, watch me clown, give me lovin when Im high Im a outlaw baby, Ill be thuggin til I die In my drop-top, double-R, life as a rap star Hustle like a crack fiend til they catch me Go ask somebody to your show Watchin niggas out of sight, in my night scope Cookin white dope, got my nigga 25-to-life stressed out Tryin to have all the better things in life While Makaveli — a born leader, 10 millimeter Change a niggas future like a schizophrenic palm reader Heed, from out the Bible I read See the meek shall inherit the Earth and the strong will lead Hittin weed like its alright Im in the studio makin music all night My enemies cry whenever I rise, they hated til the death Tryin to beat me out my last breath Whatcha gonna do? I know, you got your eyes on me, I feel you watching me But it aint hard to see that you cant see me You try, but what you think you saw Aint what you thought you saw You better off not looking at all (Everywhere that I go aint the same as before People I used to know just dont know me no more But everywhere that I go, I got people I know Who got people they know, so I suggest you lay low)Embed

Till I Die 2 Lyrics It gladdens me to know that Odin prepares for a feast This hero that comes into Valhalla does not lament his death! The Aesir will welcome me! My death comes without apology! And I welcome the Valkyries to summon me home! Fuck em all! Techs in the place, everybody get mainy Punks better cuff your lady, cant nobody tame me Blame me, for keepin her runny eyed rainy Ladies used to hate mе, now they comin out they panties Girls on thе jock , pocket full of socks Got a fat knot , somethin gone squat Down, puttin it down, down for the block? Tryin to be hot, but you flop Wanna be shot to the top but you not DWAMN!!! I aint never seen so much green Than when I seen when my team hit the scene It must be a dream Hit the stage, everybody holler Gettin throwed, rippin shows for a bigger dollar Father, I don’t wanna leave nobody toothless Cause they greedy in the middle of what I do best You finna to see me in the TV with a few guest We bout to bubble baby, get you waterproof vest Go to a club in a pack, Im smokin bud in the back I wait for niggas to trip ‘cause, bitch, I love to scrap I went from rocks to zines, writin raps and movies I went from trustin these tricks Now they all want to sue me, so fuck em all! I got glad bags with enemies, cut up so they remember me Soaked up in Hennessy, so they relatives know its me You can bet your last dollar, Ill dick em and holla Ridin these hoochies like they some heavy ass Chevy impalas Jump up and get your ass shot up For my profit pick my Glock up Im bustin with self-defense, you see Poppin nobody got em, holla Outlaw riders, mash up on the gas pedal Vacate the scene, count the cash and stash the precious metal True to the game I claim Outlaw riders, we give a fuck what they try, Im… ‘Cause Young Noble behind it Can you picture me stickin niggas for they watch and chain? Kick back, lil nigga, and watch the game The Aesir will welcome me! My death comes without apology! And I welcome the Valkyries to summon me home! Move, when I be thuggin til I die Never faded Now that we made it my adversaries is player hatin Go to a club in a pack, Im smokin bud in the back I wait for niggas to trip ‘cause, bitch, I love to scrap I went from rocks to zines, writin raps and movies I went from trustin these tricks Now they all want to sue me, so fuck em all! I spit it slow so these kids know that Im talkin to em Give it back to these damn critics and sock it to em Im like a thug with a little bit of Pac influence I spew it, and look how I got you bitches rockin to it You motherfuckers could never do it like I could do it Dont even try it, youll look stupid, do not pursue it Dont ever in your life try to knock the truest I spit the illest shit ever been dropped in two-inch So ticky-tock, listen as the sound ticks on the clock Listen to the sound of Kim as she licks on a cock Listen to the sound of me spillin my heart through this pen Motherfuckers know that Ill never be Marshall again Full of controversy until I retire my jersey Til the fire inside dies and expires at thirty And Lord, have mercy on any more of these rappers that verse me And put a curse on authorities, in the face of adversity Move, when I be thuggin til I die Never faded Now that we made it my adversaries is player hatin Go to a club in a pack, Im smokin bud in the back I wait for niggas to trip ‘cause, bitch, I love to scrap I went from rocks to zines, writin raps and movies I went from trustin these tricks Now they all want to sue me, so fuck em all!Embed

Love The Way You Lie Lyrics Just gonna stand there and watch me burn But thats alright because I like the way it hurts Just gonna stand there and hear me cry But thats alright because I love the way you lie I love the way you lie I cant tell you what it really is I can only tell you what it feels like And right now its a steel knife in my windpipe I cant breathe but I still fight while I can fight As long as the wrong feels right its like Im in flight High off of love, drunk from my hate Its like Im huffing paint and I love it the more I suffer, I suffocate And right before Im about to drown, she resuscitates me She hates me and I love it Wait! Where you going? Im leaving you No you aint! Come back, were running right back Here we go again Its so insane cause when its going good, its going great Im Superman with the wind at his back, shes Lois Lane But when its bad its awful, I feel so ashamed I snapped Whos that dude? I dont even know his name I laid hands on her, Ill never stoop so low again I guess that I dont know my own strength Just gonna stand there and watch me burn But thats alright because I like the way it hurts Just gonna stand there and hear me cry But thats alright because I love the way you lie I love the way you lie You ever love somebody so much you can barely breathe when youre with em? You meet, and neither one of you even know what hit em Got that warm fuzzy feeling Yeah, them chills you used to get em Now youre getting sick of looking at em You swore youd never hit em; never do nothing to hurt em Now youre in each others face spewing venom in your words when you spit them You push, pull each others hair, scratch, claw, bit em Throw em down, pin em So lost in the moments when youre in them Its the rage that took over it controls you both So they say youre best to go your separate ways Guess if they dont know you cause today that was yesterday Yesterday is over, its a different day Sound like broken records playing over But you promised her, ext time you show restraint You dont get another chance Life is no Nintendo game But you lied again Now you get to watch her leave out the window Guess thats why they call it window pane Just gonna stand there and watch me burn But thats alright because I like the way it hurts Just gonna stand there and hear me cry But thats alright because I love the way you lie I love the way you lie Come inside, pick up your bags off the sidewalk Dont you hear sincerity in my voice when I talk Told you this is my fault Look me in the eyeball Next time Im pissed, Ill lay my fist at the drywall Next time? There wont be no next time! I apologize even though I know its lies Im tired of the games I just want her back I know Im a liar If she ever tries to leave again Ima tie her to the bed and set this house on fire! Just gonna stand there and watch me burn But thats alright because I like the way it hurts Just gonna stand there and hear me cry But thats alright because I love the way you lie I love the way you lieEmbed

Lose Yourself / Smile LyricsYo 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! 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 make me smile like the sun Fall outta bed Sing like a bird Dizzy in my head Spin like a record Crazy on a Sunday night You make me dance like a fool Forget how to breathe Shine like gold Buzz like a bee Just the thought of you can drive me wild Oh, you make me smileEmbed

Artificial Flavor Lyrics Who started the mimic? Wack The gimmick, wack Jimmy cracked corn wraps, give ‘em smacks Perhaps the copycat had no better turns When it came to racial slurs, he lost his sense of balance The lame brain put more into the game With this other side of fame And I’ll drop something proper By slammin’ the hammer down like Judge Wapner And after this face me Throwin’ the blows heavy, so if you’re Chevy, don’t chase me Where’s your motivation, taking up your spare time Tell everyone, Air time. don’t you think you know the station? So why take it upon myself to Grab your boots to amplify your parachute To rock bottom, let the real rappers step off you Slide to stay inside, here comes the main course Hurrah, hurrah, ha, haha, ha Good God, here’s the top of the blah, blah, blah Hey, Im bout to go with the tag, Its automatic, its some of that stuff that makes you stop and drop and tort ‘Cause you haven’t heard it bop before It’s probably because I have a different kind of outlook That creates a totally different type of output So stay put your crook, and state the book Are we going become And so many rappers are giving credit when they sound pathetic But there’ll be none of that repetition here uncle, thus makes the business clear At the dinner did you wanna order a You better seek a savior Alert to run fast, yeah Basement Productions is definitely in the house Now my fellow figures Let’s go to the question Where, oh, where has our hip-hop gone? I pass the time we got a yellow-ish-brown lawn? We got to work together to end the trouble To send the rain down and bring the sun back out Im not a happy camper ‘Cause someone has put a damper On my spirit, tamper Now I’m hampered with interference We fell asleep and let the drawbridge unguarded Now we’re being bombarded by garbage So I seriously think your ego boost really needs a good boost ‘Cause you got me so bored I feel like a piece of wood So I’ma break it to you gently It doesn’t make you a rapper ‘cause Oh no This kind of stuff takes practice You can’t lift weights for the first time in your life and expect to be Atlas So I really recommend you find yourself a new outlet ‘Cause you’re wearing out your welcome like an outfit So the real ones I keep a close relationship I no longer have to be in association with The rappers that have been rappin’ offbeat and rhyming like a princible ‘Cause this is the type of stuff that’s been bumpin’ us off the schedule Spoke up like a tempo, Blocks in front of the door to prevent the flacks Waiting for his bar to end, make affiliates No more charging the door we charge the margin for No tellin’ em makin’ my eardrums numb While they’re making a career from Judy has a big booty Stutterin’ like Porky Pig Rapping the tunes booty You can’t blame it on one man and say he did it ‘Cause the pop was flat before you put the ice in it And now it’s time to break out the mustard gas and throw it up in your face until you shut your cussword ass So stop getting dumb and play smart Grow a hundred legs like a centipede And make tracks like K-Mart turn you into the art Before you go take a piece of my heartEmbed

Going No Where Lyrics You heard it, you want it, you got it, its crazy You play it, you bump it, you know it, its crazy Hate if you wanna, that dont phase me I aint going nowhere right now... Its the fo pound bandit The coke hand to hand, and he Detroit bredded Goddanmit O Trices back And Oh, they so adamant Im still at it You should see the grill on a faggot if only looks could kill But O is so accurate over this Mathers track Its never inadequate I swear these haters need to chill Its SO automatic that he is above average Jesus of Nazareths reached his soul and so He is a talent that has managed to mechanically use a pen and a pad and the alphabet to get ahead Niggas mad cuz he single handledly getting this bread Bitches is in his bed, bullet still in his head Im back, fully loaded Im ready to let off lead Metal is heavy and Im ready to let it all rip The return of the vigilante on that big party and bullshit You dig? The kids back you biatch You heard it, you want it, you got it, its crazy You play it, you bump it, you know it, its crazy Hate if you wanna, that dont phase me I aint going nowhere right now... I dont suffer the whispers of these envious niggas Mad cuz his nuts not in my denim Wanna be him so much they send slugs to kill him And keep it on the hush not to become a victim Vicious, niggas I rid them I spit, piss on the statistics on that bullshit I pull up muzzle yell, send the bezel berg back to here Imma thug, Imma clap him till he fail and he fall Imma ball, Im a beast, Im the streets Im the reason you a broad, Imma boss, Im me Obie bout that change, get rich fast The Claude Van Damme of the game: Kick ass Trapped until a nigg get out of Caine And bounce back like whiplashes And dump my cigar ashes on you asses Its still Trice and Mathers all that matters Call that other madness, past us This is passion You heard it, you want it, you got it, its crazy You play it, you bump it, you know it, its crazy Hate if you wanna, that dont phase me I aint going nowhere right now... My feet up, I read up Read up on a MC who fordid, a overachiever My Visa tease them in that villa overseas in that B1W with mamacita Gd up, Jesus my cheese keep reaching up Planted the seed and then it beamed up The bean stalk being tall Now Im balling on these motherfucking peanuts Huh, the demons wanna deliver me Wanna deem him less than enemy but O too slippery But back on you faggots nigga aint no sympathy I dont fuck with you actors I do mine differently Trice made history, now all these fake niggas wanna mention me Couldnt wait till I break in this with my entity It dont even interest me, Imma keep my energy spitting Obie is in this to win this and thats the ending You heard it, you want it, you got it, its crazy You play it, you bump it, you know it, its crazy Hate if you wanna, that dont phase me I aint going nowhere right now...Embed

Rap Gods and Pilots Lyrics Look, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelings. But Im only going to get this one chance. Somethings wrong, I can feel it. Six minutes. Six Minutes. Six minutes, Slim Shady, youre on! Just a feeling Ive got. Like something is about to happen, but I dont know what. If that means what I think it means, were in trouble, big trouble; and if he is as bananas as you say, Im not taking any chances. You are just what the doc ordered. I wake up fine and dandy But then by the time I find it handy To rip my heart apart and start Planning my crash landing I go up, up, up, up, up to the ceiling Then I feel my soul start leaving Like an old mans hair receding Im pleading, Please, oh please! On my knees repeatedly asking Why its got to be like this Is this living free? I dont wanna be the one Be the one to have the suns blood on my hands Ill tell the moon Take this weapon, forged in darkness Some see a pen, I see harpoon This flippity dippity-hippity hip-hop You dont really wanna get into a pissin match With this rappity-brat, packin a MAC in the back of the Ac Backpack rap crap, yap-yap, yackety-yack And at the exact same time I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while Im practicin that Ill still be able to break a motherfuckin table Over the back of a couple of faggots, and crack it in half Only realized it was ironic, I was signed to Aftermath after the fact How could I not blow? All I do is drop F-bombs Feel my wrath of attack Rappers are havin a rough time period, heres a maxi pad Its actually disastrously bad for the wack While Im masterfully constructing this master piece Im beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod Now, who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box? Let me show you maintaining this shit aint that hard, that hard There’s an infestation in my mind’s imagination I hope that they choke on smoke cause I’m smoking them out the basement This is not rap, this is not hip-hop Just another attempt to make the voices stop Rapping to prove nothing, just writing to say something Cause I wasn’t the only one who wasn’t rushing to saying nothing This doesn’t mean I lost my dream It’s just right now I got a really crazy mind to clean Nah, I didn’t understand a thing you said If I didn’t know better, Id guess you’re all already dead Mindless zombies walking around with a limp and a hunch Saying stuff like, “you only live once Youve got one time to figure it out One time to twist and one time to shout One time to think and I say we start now Sing it with me if you know what I’m talking about Hall of Fame Even though Ill walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames Only Hall of Fame Ill be inducted in is the alcohol of fame On the wall of You fags think its all a game, til I walk a flock of flames Off a plank and, tell me what in the fuck are you thinkin? Little gay-looking boy So gay I can barely say it with a straight face, looking boy Youre witnessing a massacre Like youre watching a church gathering take place, looking boy Oy vey, that boys gay!, thats all they say, looking boy You get a thumbs up, pat on the back And a way to go from your label every day, looking boy Hey, looking boy! What you say, looking boy? I get a hell yeah from Dre, looking boy Ima work for everything I have, never ask nobody for shit Get outta my face, looking boy! Basically, boy, youre never gonna be capable Of keeping up with the same pace, looking boy, cause— Im beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod The way Im racing around the track, call me NASCAR, NASCAR Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planets Krypton – no, Asgard, Asgard On the eve of a day thats forgotten and fake As the trees, they await, and clouds anticipate The start of a day when we put on our face A mask that portrays that we dont need grace On the eve of a day that is bigger than us But we open our eyes, cause were told that we must And the trees wave their arms and the clouds try to plead Desperately yelling, Theres something we need! Im not free, I asked forgiveness three times Same amount that I denied, I three-time MVPd this crime Im afraid to tell you who I adore Wont tell you who Im singing towards Metaphorically, Im a whore, and thats denial number four Once in a while So I wanna make sure, somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case, cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry looking at me like its lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like Im on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin To censor you, like that one line I said on Im Back from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say Ill take seven kids from Columbine Put em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a 9 Id die for you, thats easy to say We have a list of people that we would take A bullet for them, a bullet for you A bullet for everybody in this room But I dont seem to see many bullets coming through See many bullets coming through Metaphorically Im the man But literally I dont know what Id do Id live for you, and thats hard to do Even harder to say when you know its not true Even harder to write when you know that tonight There were people back home who tried talking to you But then you ignore them still All these questions they’re for real Like who would you live for? Who would you die for? And would you ever kill? Ima kill you! Lyrics comin at you at supersonic speed Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin Im a human What I gotta do to get it through to you? Im superhuman Innovative and Im made of rubber, so that anything you say is ricocheting off of me and itll glue to you and Im devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherfuckin audience a feeling like its levitating Never fading, and I know the haters are forever waiting For the day that they can say I fell off, theyll be celebrating Cause I know the way to get em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music Oh, hes too mainstream. Well, thats what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it Its not hip-hop, its pop, because I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on Lose Yourself and make em lose it Im evil to the core What I shouldnt do I will They say Im emotional What I want to save Ill kill Is that who I truly am? I truly dont have a chance Tomorrow Ill keep a beat And repeat yesterdays dance Yo, this song will never be on the radio Even if my clique were to pick and the people were to vote Its the few, the proud, and the emotional Yo, you, bulletproof in black like a funeral The world around us is burning but were so cold Its the few, the proud, and the emotional Weve turned our hands to guns Traded our thumbs for ammunition I must forewarn you, of my disorder, or my condition Cause when the sun sets It upsets whats left of my invested interest Interested in putting my fingers to my head The solution is, I see a whole room of these mutant kids Fused at the wrist I simply tell them they should shoot at this Simply suggest my chest and this confused music, its Obviously best for them to turn their guns to a fist Make lemonade then! But if I cant batter the women How the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then? Dont mistake him for Satan; its a fatal mistake If you think I need to be overseas and take a vacation To trip a broad, and make her fall on her face and Dont be a retard; be a king? Think not Why be a king when you can be a god?1Embed

Hot Sauce Lyrics Nod your head like this Nod your head like this Nod your head like this Nod your head like this Nod your head like this Nod your head like this All my niggas got guns and shit All my niggas sell drugs and shit All my niggas got a scholarship Get a good career and still love this shit Hot sauce, nigga hot sauce Everybody got hot sauce Old schools with the tops off Her head hard but the box soft Born poor, we gon die rich Born poor, we gon die rich Born poor, wе gon die rich Hot sauce, nigga hot sauce Born poor, we gon die rich Born poor, we gon die rich Born poor, we gon die rich Hot sauce, nigga hot sauce Drip Yo, they thought I was crazy, crazy Thought I was crazy, crazy aye But I got the gravy, gravy Im Doctor Sebi aye, Got the secret to life, nigga, thats why Im wavy Im like Jesus Christ, cause when they try to slay me, Im strapped to a tee Dont try to play me Flyest niggas is the crudest with me Fuck Burberry, Gucci, Fendi Et cetera, trendsetter, bruh Never needed name brands to be trendy Im drippin swag when I perspire I get the bag, you a purse buyer My bitch is bad like BeBes kids I mean, Holy Smokes, church fire All my niggas got guns and shit All my niggas sell drugs and shit All my niggas got a scholarship Get a good career and still love this shit Hot sauce, nigga hot sauce Everybody got hot sauce Old schools with the tops off Her head hard but the box soft Born poor, we gon die rich Born poor, we gon die rich Born poor, we gon die rich Hot sauce, nigga hot sauce Born poor, we gon die rich Born poor, we gon die rich Born poor, we gon die rich Hot sauce, nigga hot sauce Hot sauce, nigga hot sauce You dont understand? Thats squad talk Im in the strip club with the bartender I dont need to drink to get topped off We hold it down for the Golden State We move around like we own the place Outshine us? They know they cant We clean just like a fresh coat of paint Ima repeat this cause I should No matter where I go, Im good Even South Park knows Kenny always in the hood Live the life without havin a thing Aint that a bitch? Ill battle you for the Cake Hammy cream Ill be cake batter rich 808s make the speakers hum A better future, I just think of one They manifest it til my kingdom come Melanin, my skin drinks the sun Ghetto dope, Im like Master-P, ho Im ghetto though, hot bag of Cheetos Red Rooster, thats the key though Half the world want my Tapatío All my niggas got guns and shit All my niggas sell drugs and shit All my niggas got a scholarship Get a good career and still love this shit Hot sauce, nigga hot sauce, Everybody got hot sauce Old schools with the tops off Her head hard but the box soft Born poor, we gon die rich Born poor, we gon die rich Born poor, we gon die rich Hot sauce, nigga hot sauce Born poor, we gon die rich Born poor, we gon die rich Born poor, we gon die rich Hot sauce, nigga hot sauce Drip2Embed

Mariah Carey Voicemail Lyrics Mariah Carey, was so so scary I dont wanna see an ass like that Everytime I see her video on MTV she’s so an-no-noying Yo, Al-Albert Fuck are you doing Man what the fuck are you doing I heard you were getting back with your ex-wife. Why wont you see me? Why wont you call me? Pretends to puke You don’t know how sick you make me...Embed

The Real Slim Shady - Clean Lyrics May I have your attention please May I have your attention please Will the real Slim Shady please stand up I repeat, will the real Slim Shady please stand up Were gonna have a problem here Yall act like you never seen a White person before Jaws all on the floor like Pam, like Tommy just burst in the door And started whoopin her butt worse than before They first were divorced, suin her over furniture Its the return of the Oh, wait, no way, youre kidding He didnt just say what I think he did, did he? And Dr. Dre said… nothing, you idiots! Dr. Dres dead, hes locked in my basement Feminist women love Eminem Chicka, chicka, chicka, Slim Shady, Im sick of him Look at him, walkin around, grabbin his you-know-what Flippin the you-know-who, Yeah, but hes so cute though Yeah, I probably got a couple of screws up in my head loose But no worse than whats goin on in your parents bedrooms Sometimes I wanna get on TV and just let loose But cant, but its cool for Tom Green to hump a dead moose My bum is on your lips, my bum is on your lips And if Im lucky, you might just give it a little kiss And thats the message that we deliver to little kids And expect them not to know what a womans clitoris is Of course, theyre gonna know what intercourse is By the time they hit fourth grade Theyve got the Discovery Channel, dont they? We aint nothin but mammals—well, some of us, cannibals Who cut other people open like cantaloupes But if we can hump dead animals and antelopes Then theres no reason that a man and another man cant elope But if you feel like I feel, I got the antidote Women, wave your pantyhose, sing the chorus, and it goes— We aint nothing but mammals -- well, some of us, cannibals Who cut other rappers open like antelopes But if we can kill 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 Will Smith dont gotta cuss in his raps to sell records Well, I do; so he sucks and so do you 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 This woman put me on blast on MTV Yeah hes cute, but I think hes married to Kim, hee-hee I should download an audio on MP3 And show the whole world how you made the whole world garbage to me 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 like a head trip to listen to, cause Im only giving you Things you joke about with your friends inside your living room The only difference is I got the balls to say it In front of 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 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 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 Ha ha, I guess there’s a Slim Shady in all of us Damn it, let’s all stand up1Embed