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>Say anything and your racist
I ain't a racist, I just hate whites
Fags and dykes, blacks and transvestites
Thirteen years old and joined a fuckin' gang
Hair under my ass cheeks feeling the fuckin' pain
Am I insane? Who really knows?
'Cause any second my temper can fuckin' blow
I get colder than December
Black the fuck out, tomorrow won't even remember
See, Bizarre can show you what violence is all about
And this Dr. Dre beat done brought it the fuck out
Run in your house and put a gun in your mouth
And blow your brains the fuck out
>ai torfag dies a painful death. again. over and over, over?
So I get off stage, right? Drop the mic
Walk up to these hot chicks, and I'm all like:
"Sup, ladies? My name's Slim Shady
I'm the lead singer of D12, baby"
They're all like, "Oh my God, it's him
Becky, oh my fucking God, it's Eminem
I swear to fucking God, dude, you fucking rock
Please, Marshall, please, let me suck your cock"
I'm a little bit off the chain, call me insane
But the fact remains that I'm a psycho
Better get it through your brain
When you say my name
Never say it in vain 'cause I'm a psycho
>would the real torfag please stand up?
[Verse 3: Bizarre]
They found Saddam, but they ain't gon' find me
I'll be under a tree in Buttfuck, Tennessee
And I don't know too much about my daddy
Except he spit in my face and fucked me in the fanny
>But the stage was at Epstein Island…
[Verse 4: Eminem]
I probably got a screw loose or two
Or maybe three or four of 'em
Some fell out and hit the floor
All I know is ever since my fuckin' head hit the snowbank
I been a little neanderthalish, no thanks to my man D'Angelo Bailey
But I just take it slow daily, my biggest dilemma's
Trying to figure whether to use the flat head or the Phillips
Or just go to the Home Depot and pick the new power drill up
It's been two hours and six days and I'm still up
I feel like I'm about to snap any minute
There's a new Tower Records about to stop and get a fill-up
Pick the new Cypress Hill up
And go find who did that shit to Xzibit
And go fill up a whole liquor bottle with piss
And shatter his fucking lips with it
>that's nice but all torfags filtered. bye.
These chicks don't even know the
Name of my band
But they're all on me like they
Wanna hold hands
'Cause once I blow, they know
That I'll be the man
All because I'm the lead
Singer of my band
Alright, okay, alright
Baby, yeah, give me that mic, man
Okay, dawg, give—come on, man! Dude!
Give me this mic! Ow, dude!
>is impressive when YOU wrote like 40 lines. Almost like a bot. Almost.
Nigga, I'm about to snap in any minute nigga, evacuate
>Negroid you behave.
[Verse 2: Kuniva]
We're all soldiers, we move as a unit, we all roll up
And show up at your residence, light your front door up
Get scared, life ain't fair
And I'm prepared to blast you just as fast as Dre can say, "Hell yeah!"
So watch what you say 'cause it can happen either today or the next minute
I can draw the heater and spray, and I'm dead serious
You could be dead—period, end of story
I'm on your porch with a gun and your son, sipping a forty
Nobody can hold me, I does it all by my lonely
I stomp your head when you awake, you be looking like Gumby
Aftermath and Shady, bitch, you can read it and weep
You see my poster in the 'hood for "The G of the Week"
>Go whipe your black a-hole…
[Verse 1: Swift]
I'm a motherfuckin' omen, I bow down to no man
Split a nigga open, killing folks compulsive
A soldier with a motive, scrotum big as boulders
I hold 'em then unload on you, put it on a poster
So everyone can notice who was focused on us, poking
They nose in our business, hoping that I don't come smoke 'em
No one knows my notions or emotions, I'm a vulture
You, niggas, close to croaking any moment and I know when
I could fuck the culture up, probably rap
A maniac with anxiety attacks, I don't wanna chat
Speak when you spoken to
And I don't have to read a fuckin' magazine or quotable
To notice what you hoes will do
>MAX PAYNE IT'S BULLET TIME
[Outro: Eminem]
I'm the lead singer of my band
I get all the girls to take off their underpants
I'm the lead singer of my band
My salsa makes all the pretty girls want to dance
My salsa, woah, woah
Look out for my next single, it's called
"My Salsa"
My salsa, salsa, salsa, salsa, my salsa
My salsa makes all the pretty girls want to dance
And take off their underpants
My salsa makes all the pretty girls want to dance
And take off their underpants
My salsa
Where'd everybody go?
Where'd everybody go?
>EMINEM SUCKS BALLS
[Eminem]
So you can suck my dick if you don't like my shit,
cause i was high when i wrote this so suck my dick.
Cause i don't giva a fuck if you don't like my shit,
cause i was high when i wrote this so suck my dick.
>I JACKED OFF IN THE OCEAN
[Chorus: Eminem]
Bitch, keep talking
Keep on popping off, with them jaws because, we ain't stopping
We ain't got to prove shit to y'all
So all y'all can lick the balls and keep walking
Keep on popping that shit you're popping
'Cause we ain't stopping, 'cause you ain't stopping us
We ain't got to prove shit to y'all
So all y'all can lick the balls and keep walking
>Go fart on a carrot.
[Verse 3: Bizarre]
I ain't here to talk about Benzino or Ja Rule
I'm here to talk about little Ray Ray and what I'ma do
Psyche, I ain't gonna mention it, he'd probably sue
Next week, this shit'll be out on DJ Clue (Exclusive)
The first time I had sex… a dirty mattress
No condom… my grandmother… bent over backwards
Bizarre been fucking raw all summer
Let's make a trade, my wife for your brother
Psyche, I'm not bisexual
I'm an intellectual, transsexual, with one testicle (one nut!)
And I ain't saying shit just 'cause it rhyme
I got colon cancer, I'm dying
>STFU
[Verse 4: Proof & Eminem]
YAY! YAY!
Rest in peace Jam Master Jay, 2Pac and Notorious BIG
I'm probably the best
God in the flesh
Blow your heart out your chest
And your chest out your vest
Leave your body a mess streets bloody as hell
Study my trail I cut him he fail
A druggy on bail nutty as well
Which such like Buddy Revel
Dead or in jail
Still heading for hell
The ghetto rebels the wrong guy
Hit your lungs, heart
Leave you full of holes like SpongeBob
We can set this from your front door to your CEO office
Got the key to your coffin (So bitch keep talkin')
Greet me wit' offers we taken over
Or get China white mixed wit' baking soda
Your hear me
GET IT CRACKED!
[Intro: Eminem & Bizarre]
…for bitches!
Huh, these bitches always be all, (Ha-ha-ha!) giggling and shit (Come on! Bitch!)
But they get mad when their favorite song don't come on in the club (Bi-, ha! Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! Ha-ha-ha!)
Catch an attitude and shit (C'mon, bitch! C'mon, bitch-bitch! Bitch! Bitch! Bitch! B-B)
So we got one for them, it goes like this
>Autism cause. Taking the red and the blue pill.
[Intro: Eminem & Kon Artis]
I'm gonna get my gun!
This motherfucker wants to disrespect me?
Man, what the p—?! Em! Em! What the fuck you doing, man?!
(I'm gonna get my gun!)
I got something for his ass
Calm down!
No, you calm down!
Man, what—?! What's your problem?!
(I'm gonna get my gun!)
Fuck that! The motherfucker wants to pop shit to me?!
Man! He wasn't popping shit!
(I'm gonna get my gun!)
You heard him, he was popping that shit!
What shit?!
That shit! You heard him!
He asked for your autograph!
(I'm gonna get my gun!)
[Chorus: Eminem]
Yall better leave that boy alone
Cause if they don't, yall know he gon' come back on 'em
And they don't want him to come back strong
I wouldn't dare get that boy going
I said leave that boy alone
'Cause y'all don't know him
That there boy he out cold
And that there boy he been known
To tear some shit up when he in that zone
[Post-Chorus: Eminem]
Better leave that boy alone
Better leave that boy alone
Better leave that boy alone
'Cause you don't want to get that boy going
[Intro: Eminem]
So I changed, huh?
You got a phone
Pick it up, call me
[Skit: Kuniva (as Rondell Beene)]
Yo, testing
This thing back on again?
Alright, perfect, God damn good
Yo, this is Rondell Beene, I'm back on the motherfuckin' scene
And I'm upset as a motherfucker!
I mean, first: I didn't get paid for the D12 shit
You heard me rippin' on there, they just edited my verse out
Then I was on Obie's shit, I was in Obie's video
And that Obie go ahead and I didn't get paid for that shit
And now they got this bald head weed-smoking motherfucker
And his name is…
>>23641756
>not a big fan yet the sentiment feels good, man
[Verse: Young Zee]
Young Zee, keep movin' 'fore the mac speak Cuban
Hmm? I'll make you sing like Big Ruben
Man, in the hood, I'm the American Idol
First I fight you, and then run up on your stairs with a rifle
Bang! Tech claims make you wipe out like X-Games
Next sprain's in your motherfuckin' leg band
Tryin' to shoot me like they tryin' to shoot 50
Either you gon' die or need a new kidney
'Till I drop, I'ma sell to your friends
'Till I get some of that tin, in the federal pin
I spit better than them
Niggas wanna fight me, better go get in the gym
Or the metal'll spin
Since smoke's in 'Nam, doin' more drugs than Eminem moms
Ten times, Dirty Dozen, all ex-cons
Bash your ride, crash when you drive
Flip your dumbass out the passenger side
Uhn! (car crash)
>>23641764
[Verse 1: Eminem]
We wrote a song for the hoes, you like to hear it, here it goes
A little something you probably won't hear on your radios
So when it comes on in the club it's one that everyone knows
And if I'm talking too fast it just means you're listening too slow
And if you listen a little faster maybe you'll catch up, bitch!
Juh-juh-juh-douh-duh-duh-douh-juh-jah, you just made me mess up, bitch!
Blibiri babiler blabber, it don't matter, I'm just blabbering
Like you understand what I'm saying anyway
I'm just traveling in one ear and I'm out the other
You're so fucking drunk all you hear is the beat, bl-bl-beat
I could be saying anything, just get your ass on the floor
Wear the same pants that you wore from the day before
Baby and shake that ass like a whore
>>23641767
>NIGHT SHIFT RADIO
[Chorus: Eminem & Kon Artis]
Yeah, I'm talking to you, bitch!
Get up and dance, bitch!
Wiggle that ass, bitch!
Yeah that's it, bitch!
Yeah, I called you a bitch, bitch!
What you going to do about it, bitch?!
Sit there and cry like a little bitch, bitch!
Get up and dance, bitch!
Wiggle that ass bitch!
You little trash, bitch!
Yeah, that's it
Yeah, I called you a trash, bitch!
Not trailer trash, switch!
Take the person you with and exchange partner, bitch!
[Bridge: Eminem]
Fucking crack heads
And this is just mix tape shit you fucking morons
This ain't brains over brawns
This is bullies over fucking pussies
Ha ha, come on
Go to sleep
[Verse 1: Eminem]
I ain't gonna eat, I ain't gonna sleep
Ain't 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 ain't gonna work for me, it just wouldn't be
Sufficient enough 'cause we are just gonna be
Enemies as long as we breathe, I don't ever see
Either of us comin' to terms where we can agree
There ain't gonna be no reasonin' speakin' with me
You speak on my seed, then me no speak-a Inglés
So we gonna beef, and keep on beefin' unless
You're gonna agree to meet with me in the flesh
And settle this face-to-face, and you're gonna see
A demon unleashed in me that you've never seen
And you're gonna see this gangster pee on himself
I see you, D12, and thanks, but me need no help
Me do this one all by my lonely, I don't need fifteen of my homies
When I see you, I'm seein' you, me and you only
We never met, but best believe you gon' know me
When I'm 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, that's what I thought, you're pitiful
I'm rid of you, all of you, Ja, you'll get it too
>I prefer the real nightmare
It's just lyrics, mix tape shit and you gonna say: English, do you fucking speak it? Nah
Niggas get on MTV (QR) just to diss me
This shit don't even piss me off
I'm laughing all the way to the bank, watching the satellite from a Bentley
And you niggas ain't even got a car
>>23641850
[Chorus: Eminem & Obie Trice]
That's why I ain't got no time (I think I got chlamydia)
For these games and stupid tricks
Or these bitches (Bitch!) on my dick
That's how dudes be gettin' sick (That bitch!)
That's how dicks be gettin' drips
Fallin' victims to this shit
From these bitches on our dicks
Fuckin' chickens with no ribs
That's why I ain't got no time
>Fucking pathetic.
Guess who's back, back again
Shady's back, tell a friend
Now everyone report to the dance floor
To the dance floor, to the dance floor
Now everyone report to the dance floor
Alright, stop, pajama time
>you pay dearly.
Come here, little kiddies, on my lap
Guess who's back with a brand-new rap?
And I don't mean "rap" as in a new case
Of child molestation accusa—
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, no worries
Papa's got a brand-new bag of toys
What else could I possibly do to make noise?
I done touched on everything but little boys
And that's not a stab at Michael
That's just a metaphor, I'm just psycho
I go a little bit crazy sometimes
I get a little bit out of control with my rhymes
Good God, dip, do a little slide
Bend down, touch your toes, and just glide
Up the center of the dance floor
Like TP for my bung-hole
And it's cool if you let one go
Nobody's gonna know, who'd hear it?
Give a little poot-poot, it's okay
Oops, my CD just skipped
And everyone just heard you let one rip
>NCSWIC
[Chorus]
Now I'm gonna make you dance
It's your chance, yeah, boy, shake that ass
Whoops, I mean girl, girl, girl, girl
Girl, you know you're my world
Alright, now lose it (Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
Just lose it (Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
Go crazy (Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
Oh, baby (Ah-ah), oh, baby, baby (Ah-ah)
Fuck you too, bitch, call the cops
I'ma kill you and them loud-ass motherfuckin' barkin' dogs
And when the cops came through
Me and Dre stood next to a burnt-down house
With a can full of gas and a hand full of matches
And still weren't found out (Right here)
So from here on out, it's the Chronic II
Startin' today and tomorrow's anew
And I'm still loco enough to choke you to death with a Charleston Chew
Chicka-chicka-chicka Slim Shady
Hotter than a set of twin babies
In a Mercedes Benz with the windows up
When the temp goes up to the mid-80s
Callin' men ladies
Sorry Doc, but I been crazy
There's no way that you can save me
[Chorus: Snoop Dogg & Dr. Dre]
I'm representin' for them gangstas all across the world
(Still) Hittin' them corners in them low-lows, girl
Still takin' my time to perfect the beat
And I still got love for the streets, it's the D.R.E.
>Suck a fat niggers dick, torFAGGOT….
Uhh…
Uhh… oh yeah
Uhh, suck it (Mmm…)
Oh, fuck yeah (…Mmm)
Oh, Shaggy
Uhh
This is why they call you '2 Dope', ain't it? (Mmm…)
Uhh, fuck yeah
Uhh, take it out, take it out
Uhh, now give something to J
Uhh, Violent J
Ooh, don't bite it, don't be violent with it, ow
Just suck it, nice and slow
Yeah… uhh
Uhh, fuck yeah
You got.. uhh, now give it back to Shaggy
He was sucking it better, uhh, now say my name
(Eminem!) Say my name
(Eminem!) What?
Oh, fuck you guys!
G-Give me my dick back! (Wha-a-a-a-a-)
Fuck you guys! (Wait, what- wait, Ken!)
If you want Eminem, you can have Eminem! (Wha-a-a-)
Fuck you guys, I'mma leaving! (No- i-e-o- no!)
No! Ken, wait! I-I- (door slams)
Aw, damn!
Nice going, Shaggy!
Hittin' them corners in them low-lows
Yeah, what up, Detroit?
Nu-uh, nu-uh nuh, no, he didn't (Ah)
They didn't do it again (What-what, you what?)
You shitted on these niggas two times, Dr. Dre?
Oh, fo' sho'
Uh-uh, naw, you smell that?
This is special right here (What-what, what-what-what?)
Yeah, it's a toast to the boogie, baby, uh
To the boogie-oogie-oogie (Aw, yeah)
Ya know, what's crackin', Dre?
>i like when you get all ghetto
[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
Top Dogg, bite 'em all, nigga, burn the shit up
D-P-G-C, my nigga, turn that shit up
C-P-T, L-B-C, yeah, we hookin' back up
And when they bang this in the club, baby, you got to get up
Thug niggas, drug dealers, yeah, they givin' it up
Lowlife, yo' life, boy, we livin' it up
Takin' chances while we dancin' in the party for sure
Slipped my ho a forty-fo' when she got in the back do'
Bitches lookin' at me strange, but you know I don't care
Step up in this motherfucker just a-swangin' my hair
Bitch, quit talkin', Crip walk if you down with the set
Take a bullet with some dick and take this dope on this jet
Out of town, put it down for the Father of Rap
And if yo' ass get cracked, bitch, shut yo' trap
Come back, get back, that's the part of success
If you believe in the S, you'll be relievin' your stress
>went to muh 8kuns
>got misled by fed
[Intro]
A lot of people ask me stupid fuckin' questions
A lot of 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 I'm actually gonna do it or that I believe in it
Well, shit, if you believe that, then I'll kill you
You know why? 'Cause I'm a criminal!
Criminal! You're goddamn right
I'm a criminal! Yeah, I'm a criminal!
>This Eminem?
My words are like a dagger with a jagged edge
That'll stab you in the head, whether you're a fag or lez
Or a homosex, hermaph or a trans-a-vest
Pants or dress, hate fags? The answer's yes
Homophobic? Nah, you're just heterophobic
Starin' at my jeans, watchin' my genitals bulgin' (Ooh!)
That's my motherfuckin' balls, you'd better let go of 'em
They belong in my scrotum, you'll never get hold of 'em!
"Hey, it's me, Versace! Whoops, somebody shot me!
And I was just checkin' the mail, get it? Checkin' the male?"
How many records you expectin' to sell
After your second LP sends you directly to jail?
Come on, relax, guy! I like gay men
Right, Ken? Give me an amen! (A-men!)
"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 wife's sick in the hospital"
Preacher, preacher! Fifth grade teacher!
You can't reach me, my mom can't neither
You can't teach me a goddamn thing 'cause
I watch TV and Comcast cable
And you ain't able to stop these thoughts
You can't stop me from toppin' these charts
And you can't stop me from droppin' each March
With a brand new CD for these fuckin' retards (Duh)
And to think, it's just little ol' me
Mr. Don't-Give-a-Fuck still won't leave
>inherits his $$$$$$$ millions
[Skit]
MEL-MAN: Aight, look
EMINEM: Uh-huh
MEL-MAN: Just go up in that motherfucker, get the motherfuckin' money and get the fuck up outta there
EMINEM: Aight
MEL-MAN: I'll be right here waitin' on you
EMINEM: Aight
MEL-MAN: Yo, Em
EMINEM: What?!
MEL-MAN: Don't kill nobody this time
EMINEM: Awwright… goddamn, this motherfucker gets on my fuckin' nerves!
{Whistling} How you doin'?
TELLER: Hi, how can I help you?
EMINEM: Yeah, I need to make a withdrawal
TELLER: Okay
EMINEM: Put the fuckin' money in the bag, bitch, and I won't kill you!
TELLER: What? Oh my God, don't kill me!
EMINEM: I'm not gonna kill you, bitch, quit lookin' around
TELLER: Don't kill me, I've got two kids at home don't kill me!
EMINEM: I said I'm not gonna fuckin' kill you
TELLER: Don't kill me!
EMINEM: Hurry the fuck up! {Gunshot} Thank you!
>What the fuck is this about? Lol
Nothing, just posting lyrics cause I am lyrical about all this gibberish written in here.
Eminem rapped about politics really funny like 25 years ago, same shit, different smell.
My morals went thhbbpp when the president got oral
Sex in his Oval Office on top of his desk off of his own employee
Now, don't ignore me, you won't avoid me
You can't miss me: I'm white, blonde-haired, and my nose is pointy
I'm the bad guy who makes fun of people that die
In plane crashes and laughs as long as it ain't happenin' to him
Slim Shady, I'm as crazy as Em-
[Post-Chorus]
Well, it's Friday and it's my day
Just to party all the way 'til Sunday
Maybe 'til Monday, I don't know what day
Every day's just a holiday
Cruisin' on the freeway, feelin' kinda breezy
Let the top down and my hair blow
I don't know where I'm goin', all I know is
When I get there, someone's gonna touch my body
>hey isn't there other reasons to post lyrics, like for someone to read through, or something?
I've created a monster
'Cause nobody wants to see Marshall no more, they want Shady, I'm chopped liver
Well, if you want Shady, this is what I'll give ya
A little bit of weed mixed with some hard liquor
Some vodka that'll jump-start my heart quicker
Than a shock when I get shocked at the hospital
By the doctor when I'm not cooperating
When I'm rockin' the table while he's operating (Hey)
You waited this long, now stop debating
'Cause I'm back, I'm on the rag and ovulating
I know that you got a job, Ms. Cheney
But your husband's heart problem's complicating
So the FCC won't let me be
Or let me be me, so let me see
They tried to shut me down on MTV
But it feels so empty without me
So come on and dip, bum on your lips
Fuck that, cum on your lips and some on your tits
And get ready, 'cause this shit's about to get heavy
I just settled all my lawsuits (Fuck you, Debbie)
>The right to remain silent is an act of free speech not an act against it.
Brilliant answer, I appreciate this clarification.
>I understand you hate all men.
I did not ate all the men, but we could have had lunch together.
>Is this your favorite artist
Eminem also had a song 'When the music stops' and I just found this website full of lyrics, great find.
>Probably be homeless soon
Better to be homeless then to feel at home in the wrong house.
>The World Wide Web surfing I guess they are no good at.
They can only make waves, and we can only surf them.
>Get a room love birds
It's going to be a picknick out in the open, I have a tarp in case it rains.
They can only make left and right wings, we can only use them to fly.
Weathering a Storm requires great skill.
>Is there any valid reason why Fauci hasn't been arrested yet? If it was your neighbor? If it was your brother? If it was you? There'd be no hesitation to arrest.
[Skit]
Oh, you're Dr. Dre. Haha, are you a real doctor, dude? I mean, like, you know, can you prescribe some drugs for me, man? Come on, dude, I'll split whatever I get with ya, okay? Hahahaha
Ah, the chronic
>Is this another threat or eluding to it?
I am weathering a Storm by myself and nobody will threat on me.
>Funny it seems they wish these troubles on to people as if they move small toys around with the flick or a wrist.
Your troubles make you all less evil, it would have been worse otherwise.
>The worst kind are those like Dr Jill Biden who use the honorary title as if they had trained 8 years in medical school. It make stupid people think they're medical doctors. I'm looking at you whoopie.
I use humor to cope with life, Dr. Dre makes good beats for various music artists etc. but if he comes up to you holding his dick in his hand, would you take it up your ass? Be honest because these people did just that, and that is funny as hell.
>Your bravery may turn to foolishness if you think you can survive alone in the end of days. Your brothers are just different versions of you.
The end days were like a quarter century ago for me, still here motherfuckers.
Your math proves you are not mathematician, enjoy the aftermath.
>You're a X post TORfag, which means you're not Anon, which means the end of days still hasn't habbened for you
I am here to misinform myself, could I even add anything to that?
You could open a business and stick your dick in it if you like to profit, else you be just nosing around in someone else's business and that can be expensive.
First you be scared to death, and after you die you'll be trilled with horror.
>Where do they have you fags operating out of?
I am on the free wifi at the McDonald's, just had some chicken nuggets with honey.
>Can't be Langley or you'd be traced to DoD servers.
>They pay you shills just to work from home?
We get free happy meals, but there is always a monstrous plastic toy included.
>Not quite understanding this? Is this an attempt at sexual harassment?
[Verse 4: Snoop Dogg]
Bitch, please
Now what you need to do is
Hem my coat, and roll me some dope (For real)
Different strokes (Uh-uh), for different folks
Oh, you like settin' niggas up and gettin' them locs?
A cute little bitch with a whole lotta heart
Shit gets thick when the light gets dark
She say she got a lick for me (Well, hook it up)
Worth about two hundred G's and thirty keys
Now check this out, Dre: now, if I don't move
Then a nigga like me, shit, I don't lose
But you know me, dog, I'm movin'
Ain't nothin' to it but to get to groovin'
You've been waitin' on a nigga like me (What's that?)
To take that chance and rob your man, and beat up the pussy
A victim of the circumstance (A what?)
That's the Devil, they always wanna dance
See, we go out with a bang (Bang, bang)
I'm tryin' to work this cold thang, and take this whole thang
>Is that how they check to see if spam shills are ready for promotion? You take the full length?
It only requires a smell test, which is very easy to pass if you can imagine.
>Everybody is SP on the GM shitter now.
For my niggas who be thinkin' we soft, we don't play
We gon' rock it 'til the wheels fall off
>Only the mimics
The song "Guilty Conscience" has gotten such rotten responses"
And all of this controversy circles me
And it seems like the media immediately points a finger at me
So I point one back at 'em, but not the index or pinkie
Or the ring or the thumb, it's the one you put up
When you don't give a fuck, when you won't just put up
With the bullshit they pull, 'cause they full of shit too
>Trump's also trolling, he has the proof behind him, and daring anyone to take him to court, so it can legally come out, they are so stupid.
[Verse 2]
Bury my face in comic books 'cause I don't wanna look
At nothing, this world's too much, I've swallowed all I could
If I could swallow a bottle ofTylenol, I would
And end it for good, just say, “Goodbye” to Hollywood
I probably should, these problems are pilin' all at once
‘Cause everything that bothers me, I got it bottled up
I think I'm bottomin' out, but I'm not about to give up
I gotta get up, thank God, I got a little girl
And I'm a responsible father, so not a lot of good
I'd be to my daughter layin' in the bottom of the mud
Must be in my blood ‘cause I don't know how I do it
All I know is I don't wanna follow in the footsteps
Of my dad, ‘cause I hate him so bad
The worst fear that I had
Was growin' up to be like his fuckin' ass
Man, if you could understand why I am the way that I am
What do I say to my fans when I tell 'em I'm
Say Goodbye Hollywood (2002)
>You claiming all hem there TORie posts?
>How does the board know there's only 1 of you fuckers on here rn?
The board does not know anything for sure.
[Chorus: Eminem]
Hi, my name is, what? My name is, who?
My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady
Hi, my name is, huh? My name is, what?
My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady
Hi, my name is, what? (Excuse me) My name is, who?
My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady
(Can I have the attention of the class for one second?)
Hi, my name is, huh? My name is, what?
My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady
>Wake your asses on up! Happy Tuesday!
Hi, kids, do you like violence? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Wanna see me stick nine-inch nails through each one of my eyelids? (Uh-huh)
Wanna copy me and do exactly like I did? (Yeah, yeah)
Try 'cid and get fucked up worse than my life is? (Huh?)
My brain's dead weight, I'm tryna get my head straight
But I can't figure out which Spice Girl I want to impregnate (Oh)
And Dr. Dre said, "Slim Shady, you a basehead" (Uh-uh)
"Then why's your face red? Man, you wasted"
Well, since age 12, I felt like I'm someone else
'Cause I hung my original self from the top bunk with a belt
Got pissed off and ripped Pamela Lee's tits off
And smacked her so hard I knocked her clothes backwards like Kris Kross
I smoke a fat pound of grass, and fall on my ass
Faster than a fat bitch who sat down too fast
Come here, slut; "Shady, wait a minute, that's my girl, dawg"
I don't give a fuck, God sent me to piss the world off
My English teacher wanted to flunk me in junior high (Shh)
Thanks a lot, next semester I'll be 35
I smacked him in his face with an eraser, chased him with a stapler
And stapled his nuts to a stack of paper (Ow)
Walked in the strip club, had my jacket zipped up
Flashed the bartender, then stuck my dick in the tip cup
Extraterrestrial, running over pedestrians in a spaceship While they're screaming at me, "Let's just be friends"
99 percent of my life, I was lied to
I just found out my mom does more dope than I do (Damn)
I told her I'd grow up to be a famous rapper
Make a record about doin' drugs and name it after her
(Oh, thank you)
You know you blew up when the women rush your stands
And try to touch your hands like some screamin' Usher fans
(Ahh, ahh, ahh)
This guy at White Castle asked for my autograph (Dude, can I get your autograph?)
So I signed it, "Dear Dave, thanks for the support, asshole"
>Operation Over2Weeks
Stop the tape, this kid needs to be locked away (Get him)
Dr. Dre, don't just stand there, operate
I'm not ready to leave, it's too scary to die (Fuck that)
I'll have to be carried inside the cemetery and buried alive
(Huh, yup)
Am I comin' or goin'? I can barely decide
I just drank a fifth of vodka, dare me to drive? (Go ahead)
All my life I was very deprived
I ain't had a woman in years and my palms are too hairy to hide (Whoops)
Clothes ripped like the Incredible Hulk
I spit when I talk, I'll fuck anything that walks (Come here)
When I was little, I used to get so hungry I would throw fits
How you gonna breastfeed me, Mom? You ain't got no tits
I lay awake and strap myself in the bed
With a bulletproof vest on and shoot myself in the head (Bang)
'Cause I'm steamin' mad (Grr)
And by the way, when you see my dad (Yeah?)
Tell him that I slit his throat in this dream I had
Focus on the mission impossible.
>Not with that attitude.
[Post-Chorus]
Well, it's Tuesday and I'm locked up
I'm in jail and I don't know what happened
They say I was runnin' butt-naked
Down the street screamin' (Ah-ah-ah-ah)
Your honor, I'm sorry, I don't remember
All I know is this much, I'm not guilty
They said, "Save it, boy, we got you on tape"
Yellin' at an old lady to touch my body
>seems like it's the females over there that fight to protect themselves
Now this is the part where the rap breaks down
It gets real intense, no one makes a sound
Everything looks like it's 8 Mile now
The beat comes back and everybody lose themselves
Now snap back to reality look, it's B. Rabbit
Yo, you signed me up to battle? I'm a grown man
Chubba-chubba-chubba-chubba-chubba-chubba-chubby
I don't have any lines to go right here, so chubba-Teletubby
Fellas (What?) Fellas (What?)
Grab your left nut, make your right one jealous (What?)
Black girls, white girls, skinny girls, fat girls
Tall girls, small girls, I'm calling all girls
Everyone report to the dance floor
It's your chance for a little romance or
Butt squeezin', it's the season
Just go (Ah-ah-ah-ah), so appeasin'
>Shills work in teams huh.
[Chorus]
Now I'm gonna make you dance
It's your chance, yeah, boy, shake that ass
Whoops, I mean girl, girl, girl, girl
Girl, you know you're my world
Alright, now lose it (Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
Just lose it (Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
Go crazy (Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
Oh, baby (Ah-ah), oh, baby, baby (Ah-ah)
[Outro]
Touch my body
Touch my body
Oh, boy, just touch my body
I mean, girl, just touch my body
Nice album art.
I have no lines for this.