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Rap God Lyrics Look, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelings But Im only going to get this one chance Somethings wrong, I can feel it Just a feeling Ive got, like somethings about to happen, but I dont know what. If that means what I think it means, were in trouble, big trouble; And if he is as bananas as you say, Im not taking any chances You are just what the doc ordered Im beginnin to feel like a Rap God, Rap God All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod Now, who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box? They said I rap like a robot, so call me Rap-bot But for me to rap like a computer it must be in my genes I got a laptop in my back pocket My penll go off when I half-cock it Got a fat knot from that rap profit Made a livin and a killin off it Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office With Monica Lewinsky feelin on his nutsack Im an MC still as honest But as rude and as indecent as all hell Syllables, skill-a-holic This flippity dippity-hippity hip-hop You dont really wanna get into a pissin match With this rappity brat, packin a MAC in the back of the Ac Backpack rap crap, yap-yap, yackety-yack And at the exact same time, I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while Im practicin that Ill still be able to break a motherfuckin table Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half Only realized it was ironic, I was signed to Aftermath after the fact How could I not blow? All I do is drop F-bombs Feel my wrath of attack Rappers are havin a rough time period, heres a maxi pad Its actually disastrously bad for the wack While Im masterfully constructing this masterpièce Cause Im beginnin to feel like a Rap God, Rap God All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod Now, who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box? Let me show you maintainin this shit aint that hard, that hard Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι have got Well, to be truthful the blueprints Simply rage and youthful exuberance Everybody loves to root for a nuisance Hit the Earth like an asteroid Did nothing but shoot for the Moon since MCs get taken to school with this music Cause I use it as a vehicle to bus the rhyme Now I lead a new school full of students Me? Im a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run–D.M.C., induct them Into the motherfuckin Rock and Roll Hall of Fame Even though Ill walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames Only Hall of Fame Ill be inducted in is the alcohol of fame On the wall of shame You fags think its all a game, til I walk a flock of flames Off a plank and, tell me what in the fuck are you thinkin? Little gay-lookin boy So gay I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin boy Youre witnessin a mass-occur Like youre watching a church gathering take place, lookin boy Oy vey, that boys gay!—thats all they say, lookin boy You get a thumbs up, pat on the back And a way to go from your label every day, lookin boy Hey, lookin boy! What you say, lookin boy? I get a hell yeah from Dre, lookin boy Ima work for everything I have, never asked nobody for shit Get outta my face, lookin boy! Basically, boy, youre never gonna be capable Of keepin up with the same pace, lookin boy, cause— Im beginnin to feel like a Rap God, Rap God All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod The way Im racin around the track, call me NASCAR, NASCAR Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planets Krypton—no, Asgard, Asgard So youll be Thor and Ill be Odin You rodent, Im omnipotent Let off, then Im reloadin Immediately with these bombs Im totin And I should not be woken Im the walkin dead, but Im just a talkin head, a zombie floatin But I got your mom deep-throatin Im out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin in common, poodle Im a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil Its me, my honestys brutal But its honestly futile if I dont utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin at me like its lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like Im on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin To censor you like that one line I said on Im Back from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say Ill take seven kids from Columbine Put em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a 9 See if I get away with it now that I aint as big as I was, but Im Morphin into an immortal, comin through the portal Youre stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I dont know what the fuck that you rhyme for Youre pointless as Rapunzel with fuckin cornrows You write normal? Fuck being normal! And I just bought a new raygun from the future Just to come and shoot ya, like when Fabolous made Ray J mad Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Mayweathers pad Singin to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24/7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, Hey Fab, Ima kill you! Lyrics comin at you at supersonic speed Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin Im a human What I gotta do to get it through to you Im superhuman? Innovative and Im made of rubber so that anything you say is ricochetin off of me and itll glue to you and Im devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherfuckin audience a feeling like its levitating Never fading, and I know the haters are forever waiting For the day that they can say I fell off, theyll be celebrating Cause I know the way to get em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music Oh, hes too mainstream. Well, thats what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it Its not hip-hop, its pop,—cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on Lose Yourself and make em lose it I dont know how to make songs like that I dont know what words to use. Let me know when it occurs to you While Im rippin any one of these verses that versus you Its curtains, Im inadvertently hurtin you How many verses I gotta murder to Prove that if you were half as nice, your songs you could sacrifice virgins too?! Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself cause I make me do what I put my mind to And Im a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but its still tongue-in-cheek, fuck you Im drunk, so, Satan, take the fucking wheel Ima sleep in the front seat Bumpin Heavy D and the Boyz, still Chunky but Funky But in my head theres something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and heres what they want from me Theyre askin me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But fuck it, lifes handin you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I cant batter the women How the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?! Dont mistake him for Satan; its a fatal mistake If you think I need to be overseas and take a vacation To trip a broad, and make her fall on her face and Dont be a retard—be a king? Think not Why be a king when you can be a god?6.7KEmbed
Killshot Lyrics You sound like a bitch, bitch Shut the fuck up When your fans become your haters You done? Fuckin beards weird Alright You yellin at the mic, fuckin weird beard We doin this once You yellin at the mic, your beards weird Why you yell at the mic? Rihanna just hit me on a text Last night I left hickeys on her neck Wait, you just dissed me? Im perplexed Insult me in a line, compliment me on the next Damn, Im really sorry you want me to have a heart attack Was watchin 8 Mile on my NordicTrack Realized I forgot to call you back Heres that autograph for your daughter, I wrote it on a Starter cap Stan, Stan, son Listen, man, Dad isnt mad But how you gonna name yourself after a damn gun And have a man-bun? The giants woke, eyes open, undeniable Supplyin smoke, got the fire stoked Say you got me in a scope, but you grazed me I say one call to Interscope and youre Swayze Your reply got the crowd yelling, Woo! So before you die lets see who can out-petty who With your corny lines —ow, Kelly, ooh But Im 45 and Im still outselling you By 29, I had three albums that had blew Now lets talk about somethin I dont really do Go in someones daughters mouth stealin food But youre a fuckin mole hill Now Ima make a mountain out of you, woo! Ho, chill, actin like you put the chrome barrel to my bone marrow Gunner? Bitch, you aint a bow and arrow Say youll run up on me like a phone bill, sprayin lead Playin dead, thats the only time you hold still Are you eating cereal or oatmeal? What the fucks in the bowl, milk? Wheaties or Cheerios? Cause Im takin a shit in em, Kelly, I need reading material …Dictionary… Yo, Slim, your last four albums sucked Go back to Recovery, oh shoot, that was three albums ago What do you know? Oops Know your facts before you come at me, lil goof Luxury, oh, you broke, bitch? Yeah, I had enough money in 02 To burn it in front of you, ho Younger me? No, you the wack me, its funny but so true Id rather be 80-year-old me than 20-year-old you Til Im hitting old age Still can fill a whole page with a 10-year-olds rage Got more fans than you in your own city, lil kiddy, go play Feel like Im babysitting Lil Tay Got the Diddy okay so you spent your whole day Shootin a video just to fuckin dig your own grave Got you at your own wake, Im the billy goat You aint never made a list next to no Biggie, no Jay Next to Taylor Swift and that Iggy ho, you about to really blow Kelly, theyll be putting your name Next to Ja, next to Benzino—die, motherfucker! Like the last motherfucker sayin Hailie in vain Alien brain, you Satanist My biggest flops are your greatest hits The games mine again and aint nothin changed but the locks So before I slay this bitch I, mwah, give Jade a kiss Gotta wake up Labor Day to this Bein rich-shamed by some prick usin my name for clickbait In a state of bliss cause I said his goddamn name Now I gotta cock back, aim Yeah, bitch, pop Champagne to this! Its your moment This is it, as big as youre gonna get, so enjoy it Had to give you a career to destroy it Lethal injection Go to sleep six feet deep, Ill give you a B for the effort But if I was three-foot-eleven Youd look up to me, and for the record You would suck a dick to fuckin be me for a second Lick a ballsack to get on my channel Give your life to be as solidified This mothafuckin shit is like Rambo when hes out of bullets So what good is a fuckin machine gun when its outta ammo? Had enough of this tatted-up mumble rapper How the fuck can him and I battle? Hell have to fuck Kim in my flannel Ill give him my sandals Cause he knows, long as Im Shady hes gon have to live in my shadow Exhausting, letting off on my offspring Lick a gun barrel, bitch, get off me! You dance around it like a sombrero, we can all see Youre fuckin salty Cause Young Geralds balls-deep inside of Halsey Your red sweater, your black leather You dress better, I rap better That a death threat or a love letter? Little white toothpick Thinks its over a pic, I just dont like you, prick Thanks for dissing me Now I had an excuse on the mic to write Not Alike But really I dont care whos in the right But youre losin the fight you picked Who else want it? Kells—attempt fails! Budden—Ls! Fuckin nails in these coffins as soft as Cottonelle Killshot, I will not fail, Im with the Doc still But this idiots boss pops pills and tells him hes got skills But, Kells, the day you put out a hits the day Diddy admits That he put the hit out that got Pac killed, ah! Im sick of you bein wack And still usin that mothafuckin Auto-Tune So lets talk about it Im sick of your mumble rap mouth Need to get the cock up out it Before we can even talk about it Im sick of your blonde hair and earrings Just cause you look in the mirror and think That youre Marshall Mathers Dont mean you are, and youre not about it So just leave my dick in your mouth and keep my daughter out it Related Songs You fuckin—oh And Im just playin, Diddy You know I love you1.8KEmbed
Lose Yourself Lyrics Look, if you had one shot or one opportunity To seize everything you ever wanted in one moment Would you capture it, or just let it slip? Yo His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy Theres vomit on his sweater already, moms spaghetti Hes nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud He opens his mouth, but the words wont come out Hes choking, how? Everybodys joking now The clocks run out, times up, over, blaow Snap back to reality, ope there goes gravity, ope There goes Rabbit, he choked, hes so mad but he wont Give up that easy, no, he wont have it, he knows His whole backs to these ropes, it dont matter, hes dope He knows that but hes broke, hes so stagnant, he knows When he goes back to this mobile home, thats when its Back to the lab again, yo, this old rhapsody Better go capture this moment and hope it dont pass him, and You better lose yourself in the music The moment, you own it, you better never let it go You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo You better lose yourself in the music The moment, you own it, you better never let it go You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo You better… His souls escaping through this hole that is gaping This world is mine for the taking, make me king As we move toward a New World Order A normal life is boring; but superstardoms Close to post-mortem, it only grows harder Homie grows hotter, he blows, its all over These hoes is all on him, coast-to-coast shows Hes known as the Globetrotter, lonely roads God only knows, hes grown farther from home, hes no father He goes home and barely knows his own daughter But hold your nose, cause here goes the cold water These hoes dont want him no more, hes cold product They moved on to the next schmoe who flows He nose-dove and sold nada, and so the soap opera Is told, it unfolds, I suppose its old, partner But the beat goes on, da-da-dom, da-dom, dah-dah, dah-dah You better lose yourself in the music The moment, you own it, you better never let it go You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo You better lose yourself in the music The moment, you own it, you better never let it go You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo You better… No more games, Ima change what you call rage Tear this motherfuckin roof off like two dogs caged I was playin in the beginning, the mood all changed Ive been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage But I kept rhymin and stepped right in the next cypher Best believe somebodys payin the Pied Piper All the pain inside amplified by the Fact that I cant get by with my nine-to- Five and I cant provide the right type of life for my family Cause man, these goddamn food stamps dont buy diapers And theres no movie, theres no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life And these times are so hard, and its gettin even harder Tryna feed and water my seed, plus teeter-totter Caught up between bein a father and a prima donna Baby mama drama, screamin on her, too much for me to wanna Stay in one spot, another day of monotonys Gotten me to the point Im like a snail, Ive got To formulate a plot or end up in jail or shot Success is my only motherfuckin option, failures not Mom, I love you, but this trailers got To go; I cannot grow old in Salems Lot So here I go, its my shot, feet, fail me not This may be the only opportunity that I got You better lose yourself in the music The moment, you own it, you better never let it go You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo You better lose yourself in the music The moment, you own it, you better never let it go You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo You better… You can do anything you set your mind to, man1.5KEmbed
Godzilla Lyrics Ugh, youre a monster I can swallow a bottle of alcohol and Ill feel like Godzilla Better hit the deck like the card dealer My whole squads in here, walking around the party A cross between a zombie apocalypse and B-Bobby The Brain Heenan which is probably the Same reason I wrestle with mania Shadys in this bitch, Im possed up Consider it to cross me a costly mistake If they sleepin on me, the hoes better get insomnia ADHD, Hydroxycut Pass the Courvoisier In AA with an AK, melee, finna set it like a playdate Better vacate, retreat like a vacay, mayday This beat is cray-cray, Ray J, H-A-H-A-H-A Laughing all the way to the bank, I spray flames They cannot tame or placate the Monster You get in my way, Ima feed you to the monster Im normal during the day, but at night, turn to a monster When the moon shines like Ice Road Truckers I look like a villain outta those blockbusters Godzilla, fire spitter, monster Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet Fire, Godzilla, fire, monster Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet Im just a product of Slick Rick and Onyx, told em lick the balls Had em just appalled, did so many things that pissed em off Its impossible to list em all And in the midst of all this Im in a mental hospital with a crystal ball Tryna see, will I still be like this tomorrow? Risperdal, voices whisper My fist is balled back up against the wall, pencil drawn This is just the song to go ballistic on You just pulled a pistol on a guy with a missile launcher Im just a Loch Ness, the mythological Quick to tell a bitch screw off like a fifth of vodka When you twist the top of the bottle, Im a Monster You get in my way, Ima feed you to the monster Im normal during the day, but at night, turn to a monster When the moon shines like Ice Road Truckers I look like a villain outta those blockbusters Godzilla, fire spitter, monster Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet Fire, Godzilla, fire, monster Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet If you never gave a damn , raise your hand Cause Im about to set trip, vacation plans Im on point like my index is, so all you will ever get is The motherfuckin finger , prostate exam How can I have all these fans and perspire? Like a liars pants, Im on fire And I got no plans to retire and Im still the man you admire These chicks are spazzin out, I only get more handsome and flyer I got em passin out like what you do when you hand someone flyers And what goes around comes around just like the blades on the chainsaw Cause I caught the flack, but my dollars stacked right off the bat like a baseball Like Kid Ink, bitch, I got them racks with so much ease that they call me Diddy Cause I make bands and I call getting cheese a cakewalk Bitch, Im a player, Im too motherfuckin stingy for Cher Wont even lend you an ear, aint even pretending to care But I tell a bitch Ill marry her if shell bury her Face in my genital area, the original Richard Ramirez Cristhian Rivera, cause my lyrics never sit well So they wanna give me the chair Like a paraplegic, and its scary, call it Hari Kari Cause ery Tom and Dick and Harry carry a Merriam motherfuckin dictionary on em Swearing up and down they can spit, this shits hilarious Its time to put these bitches in the obituary column We wouldnt see eye to eye with a staring problem Get the shaft like a steering column Trigger happy, pack heat, but its black ink Evil half of the Bad Meets Evil, that means take a back seat Take it back to Fat Beats with a maxi single Look at my rap sheet, what attracts these people Is my Gangsta Bitch like Apache with a catchy jingle I stack chips, you barely got a half-eaten Cheeto Fill em with the venom and eliminate em Other words, I Minute Maid em I dont wanna hurt em, but I did, Im in a fit of rage Im murderin again, nobody will evade Im finna kill em and dump all their fuckin bodies in the lake Obliterating everything, incinerate a renegade Im here to make anybody who want it with the pen afraid But dont nobody want it, but theyre gonna get it anyway Cause Im beginnin to feel like Im mentally ill Im Attila, kill or be killed, Im a killer bee, the vanilla gorilla Youre bringin the killer within me outta me You dont wanna be the enemy of the demon who entered me And be on the receivin end of me, what stupidity itd be Every bit of mes the epitome of a spitter When Im in the vicinity, motherfucker, you better duck Or you finna be dead the minute you run into me A hundred percent of you is a fifth of a percent of me Im bout to fuckin finish you, bitch, Im unfadable You wanna battle, Im available, Im blowin up like an inflatable Im undebatable, Im unavoidable, Im unevadable Im on the toilet bowl, I got a trailer full of money and Im paid in full Im not afraid to pull a— Man, stop Look what Im plannin, haha1.2KEmbed
The Monster Lyrics Im friends with the monster thats under my bed Get along with the voices inside of my head Youre tryin to save me, stop holdin your breath And you think Im crazy, yeah, you think Im crazy I wanted the fame but not the cover of Newsweek Oh well, guess beggars cant be choosey Wanted to receive attention for my music Wanted to be left alone in public, excuse me For wantin my cake, and eat it too, and wantin it both ways Fame made me a balloon cause my ego inflated When I blew, see, but it was confusing Cause all I wanted to dos be the Bruce Lee of loose leaf Abused ink, used it as a tool when I blew steam Whoo! Hit the lottery, ooh-wee! But with what I gave up to get it was bittersweet It was like winnin a used mink Ironic cause I think Im gettin so huge I need a shrink Im beginnin to lose sleep: one sheep, two sheep Goin coo-coo and kooky as Kool Keith But Im actually weirder than you think, cause Im— Im friends with the monster thats under my bed Get along with the voices inside of my head Youre tryin to save me, stop holdin your breath And you think Im crazy, yeah, you think Im crazy Well, thats nothin Well, thats nothin Now, I aint much of a poet But I know somebody once told me to seize the moment And dont squander it cause you never know when it all Could be over tomorrow, so I keep conjurin Sometimes I wonder where these thoughts spawn from Yeah, ponderinll do you wonders No wonder youre losin your mind, the way it wanders Yodel-odel-ay-hee-hoo! I think it went wanderin off down yonder And stumbled onto Jeff VanVonderen Cause I need an interventionist To intervene between me and this monster And save me from myself and all this conflict Cause the very thing that I loves killin me and I cant conquer it My OCDs conkin me in the head, keep knockin Nobodys home, Im sleepwalkin Im just relayin what the voice in my heads sayin Dont shoot the messenger, Im just friends with the— Im friends with the monster thats under my bed Get along with the voices inside of my head Youre tryin to save me, stop holdin your breath And you think Im crazy, yeah, you think Im crazy Well, thats nothin Well, thats nothin Call me crazy, but I have this vision, one day that Ill walk amongst you a regular civilian But until then, drums get killed and Im comin straight at MCs, blood gets spilled and Ill take you back to the days that Id get on a Dre track Give every kid who got played that pumped-up feelin And shit to say back to the kids who played him I aint here to save the fuckin children But if one kid out of a hundred million Who are goin through a struggle, feels it and relates, thats great Its payback, Russell Wilson fallin way back In the draft, turn nothin into somethin, still can make that Straw into gold, chump, I will spin—Rumpelstiltskin in a haystack Maybe I need a straightjacket Face facts: I am nuts for real, but Im okay with that Its nothin, Im still friends with the— Im friends with the monster thats under my bed Get along with the voices inside of my head Youre tryin to save me, stop holdin your breath And you think Im crazy, yeah, you think Im crazy Im friends with the monster thats under my bed Get along with the voices inside of my head Youre tryin to save me, stop holdin your breath And you think Im crazy, yeah, you think Im crazy Well, thats nothin Well, thats nothin 899Embed
Lucky You Lyrics Woah, Joyner, Joyner, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, I done did a lot of things in my day, I admit it I dont take back what I say, if I said it, then I meant it All my life I want a Grammy, but Ill prolly never get it I aint never had no trophy or no motherfuckin ribbon Fuck the system, Im that nigga, bend the law, cut the rules Im about to risk it all, I aint got too much to lose Yall been eatin long enough, its my turn to cut the food Pass the plate , where my drink ? This my day , lucky you, fuck you too, woo! Yall gotta move, yall gotta move, yall gotta move Give me some room , give me some room , give me the juice Hop out the coupe, hop out the coupe, hop out and shoot Yall gotta move , yall gotta move , give me the juice Back on my bullshit, my back to the wall Turn my back on you, all of you finished Back to these bullets, its back to the job Pull my MAC out and all of you runnin Back on my hood shit, its back to the pushin These packs and Im actually pumpin Cant fuck with you rappers, you practically suckin You mighta went platinum but that dont mean nothin Im actually buzzin this time Straight out the kitchen, I told em the oven is mine I do not fuck with you guys If I dont kill you, just know you gon suffer this time I aint no gangster, but I got some bangers Some chains and some blades and a couple of knives Choppers and jammies, a partridge, a pear tree My Twelve Days of Christmas was nothin but lies Run at you hard like a sumo They say I talk like a chulo I live on Mars, Im not Bruno Bitch, Im a dog, call me Cujo You play your cards, I reverse on you all And I might just draw four like a Uno Cállate boca mejor, maricón Little puto, and all of you culo Theyve embedded the level, I been the ghetto to ghetto Lookin for somethin I prolly can never find now Shit get realer, but til all the beef die down In truth, a nigga just really want me tied down Ive been alone and I never needed nobody Just only me and my shawty, Ill tell these niggas to lie down Keep all the money, I never wanted the lifestyle I just pray to God that my sonll be alright now I said aint no love for the other side Or anyone who ever want smoke When I die Im goin out as the underdog who never lost hope You in the wrong cab, down the wrong path Nigga, wrong way, wrong road Snakes in the grass tryna slither fast I just bought a fuckin lawn mower Related Songs I done said a lotta things in my day, I admit it This is payback in a way , I regret it that I did it I done won a couple Grammys, but I sold my soul to get em Wasnt in it for the trophies , just the fuckin recognition Fucks the difference? Im that cracker, bend the law, fuck the rules Man, I used to risk it all, now I got too much to lose Ive been eatin long enough, man, my stomach should be full I just ate, licked the plate, my buffet, lucky me, fuck you think? I got a couple of mansions Still, I dont have any manners You got a couple of ghostwriters But to these kids, it dont actually matter Theyre askin me, What the fuck happened to hip-hop? I said, I dont have any answers Cause I took an L when I dropped my last album It hurt me like hell, but Im back on these rappers And actually comin from humble beginnings Im somewhat uncomfortable winning I wish I could say, What a wonderful feeling! Were on the upswing like were punchin the ceiling! But nothin is feeling like anyone has any fuckin ability To even stick to a subject, its killin me The inability to pen humility Ha-ta-ta, ba-ta-ta, why dont we make a bunch of Fuckin songs about nothin and mumble em? Fuck it, Im goin for the jugular Shit is a circus, you clowns that are comin up Dont give an ounce of a motherfuck About the ones that were here before you that made rap Lets recap, way back, MCs that Wreak havoc on tape decks ADATs, where the G Raps and Kanes at? We need 3 Stacks ASAP and bring Masta Ace back Cause half of these rappers have brain damage All the lean rappin, face tats, syruped out like tree sap I dont hate trap , and I dont wanna seem mad But in fact , where the old me at? The same cat That would take that feedback and aim back, I need that But I think its inevitable they know what button to press Or what lever to pull to give me to snap though And if I pay it attention, Im probly makin it bigger But youve been takin ya dicks and Im fuckin back, ho On the brink, any minute got me thinkin of finishin Everything with acetaminophen and reapin the benefits Im asleep at the wheel again, as I begin to thinkin about an evil intent of another beat Ima kill again Cause even if I gotta end up eating a pill again Even ketamine or methamphetamine with the minithin It better be at least seventy or three-hundred milligram And I might as well cause Ima end up bein a villain again Levels to this shit, I got an elevator You could never say to me Im not a fuckin record breaker I sound like a broken record every time I break a record Nobody could ever take away the legacy I made, I never cater Motherfucker, now I got a right to be this way I got spite inside my DNA But I roll til the wheels fall off, Im working tirelessly, ayy Its the moment yall been waitin for like California Wishin rain to pour in that drought, yall Been prayin for my downfall From the 8 Mile to the Southpaw Still the same Marshall, that outlaw That they say as a writer mightve fell off Im back on that bull like the cowboy So yall gotta move, yeah, yall gotta move, yeah, yall gotta move Give me some room , give me some room , give me the juice Hop out the coupe , hop out the coupe , hop out and shoot Yall gotta move , yall gotta move , give me the juice795Embed
The Ringer Lyrics Plane crash Yeah Yo, Im just gonna write down my first thoughts, and see where this takes me, ’cause I feel like I wanna punch the world in the fuckin face right now Yeah Let me explain just how to make greatness Straight out the gate, Im ’bout to break it down Aint no mistakes allowed, but make no mistake, Im bout To rape the alphabet, I may raise some brows If I press the issue just to get the anger out Full magazine could take Staples out Savage but aint thinkin bout no bank account But bitch, Im off the chain like Kala Brown Motherfucker, shut the fuck up when I’m talkin’, lil bitch I’m sorry, wait, whats your talent? Oh, critiquin My talent? Oh, bitch, I dont know who the fuck y’all are To give a sub-par bar or even have an opinion of you You mention me, millions of views, attention in news I mention you, lose-lose for me, win-win for you Billions of views, your ten cents are two Skim through the music to give shit reviews To get clicks, but bitch, you just lit the fuse Dont get misconstrued, business as us Shit-list renewed, so get shit to do Or get dissed cause I just dont get What the fuck half the shit is that youre listenin to Do you have any idea how much I hate this choppy flow Everyone copies though? Probly no Get this fuckin audio out my Audi, yo, adiós I can see why people like Lil Yachty, but not me though Not even dissin, it just aint for me All I am simply is just an emcee Maybe Stan just isnt your cup of tea Maybe your cups full of syrup and lean Maybe I need to stir up shit, preferably Shake the world up if it were up to me Paul wants me to chill, yall want me to ill I should eat a pill, probably I will Old me killed the new me, watch him bleed to death I breathe on the mirror, I dont see my breath Possibly Im dead, I must be possessed Like an evil spell, Im E-V-I-L Jam a Crest Whitestrip in the tip of my dick With an ice pick, stick it in a vise grip Hang it on a spike fence, bang it with a pipe wrench While I take my ball sack and flick it like a light switch Like Vice President Mike Pence Back up on my shit in a sidekick as I lay it on a spike strip These are things that Id rather do than hear you on a mic Since nine tenths of your rhyme is about ice and Jesus Christ, man, how many times is Someone gonna fuck on my bitch? You wont ever see Em icy But as cold as I get on the M-I-C I polarize shit, so the Thames might freeze And your skull might split like I bashed you upside it Bitch, I got the club on smash like a nightstick Turn down for what? I aint loud enough, nah, turn the Valium up Cause I dont know how Im gonna get your mouths to shut Now when it doesnt matter what caliber I spit at, Ill bet a hundred thousand bucks Youll turn around and just be like, Man, how the fuck Sourpuss gonna get mad just cause his album sucks? And now he wants to take it out on us But last week, an ex-fan mailed me a copy Of The Mathers LP to tell me to study Itll help me get back to myself and shell love me I mailed the bitch back and said if I did that Id just be like everyone else in the fucking industry Especially an effing Recovery clone of me So finger-bang, chicken wang, MGK, Igg Azae Lil Pump, Lil Xan imitate Lil Wayne I should aim at everybody in the game, pick a name Im fed up with bein humble And rumor is Im hungry, Im sure you heard rumblings I heard you wanna rumble like an empty stomach I heard your mumblin but its jumbled in mumbo-jumbo The era that Im from will pummel you, thats what its comin to What the fuck youre gonna do when you run into it? Im gonna crumble you and Ill take a number two And dump on you, if you aint Joyner If you aint Kendrick or Cole or Sean, then youre a goner Im bout to bring it to anyone in this bitch who want it I guess when you walk into BK you expect a Whopper You can order a Quarter Pounder when you go to McDonalds But if youre lookin to get a porterhouse you better go get Revival But yall are actin like I tried to serve you up a slider Maybe the vocals shoulda been auto-tuned And you woulda bought it But sayin I no longer got it Cause you missed a line and never caught it Cause it went over your head, because youre too stupid to get it Cause youre mentally retarded, but pretend to be the smartest With your expertise and knowledge, but youll never be an artist And Im harder on myself than you could ever be regardless What Ill never be is flawless, all Ill ever be is honest Even when Im gone theyre gonna say I brought it Even when I hit my forties like a fuckin alcoholic With a bottle full of malt liquor But I couldnt bottle this shit any longer The fact that I know that Ima hit my bottom If I dont pull myself from the jaws of defeat and rise to my feet I dont see why yall even started with me I get in beefs, my enemies die I dont cease fire til at least all are deceased Im east side, never be caught slippin Now you see why I dont sleep, not even a wink, I dont blink I dont doze off, I dont even nod to the beats I dont even close my fuckin eyes when I sneeze Aw, man! That BET cypher was weak, it was garbage The Thing aint even orange—oh my God, thats a reach! Shout to all my colorblind people Each and everyone of yall, if you call a fire engine green Aquamarine, or you think water is pink Dawg, thats a date — Looks like an olive to me Look, theres an apple! — No, its not, its a peach! So finger-bang, Pootie Tang Burger King, Gucci Gang, dookie, dang Charlamagne gonna hate anyway, doesnt matter what I say Give me Donkey of the Day What a way for 2018 to get underway But Im gonna say everything that I wanna say Welcome to the slaughterhouse, bitch! Invite em in like a One A Day Im not done Cause I feel like the beast of burden That line in the sand, was it even worth it? Cause the way I see people turnings Makin it seem worthless, its startin to defeat the purpose Im watchin my fan base shrink to thirds And I was just tryin to do the right thing, but word Has the court of public opinion reached a verdict Or still yet to be determined? Cause Im determined to be me, critiqued or worshipped But if I could go back, Id at least reword it And say I empathize with the people this evil serpent Sold the dream to that hes deserted But I think its workin These verses are makin him a wee bit nervous And hes too scurred to answer me with words Cause he knows that he will lyrically get murdered But I know at least hes heard it Cause Agent Orange just sent the Secret Service To meet in person to see if I really think of hurtin him Or ask if Im linked to terrorists I said, Only when it comes to ink and lyricists But my beef is more media journalists I said, my beef is more meaty, a journalist Can get a mouthful of flesh And yes, I mean eating a penis Cause theyve been pannin my album to death So Ive been givin the media fingers Dont wanna turn this to a counseling sesh But theyve been puttin me through the ringer So I aint ironin shit out with the press But I just took this beat to the cleaners732Embed
Homicide Lyrics Son, you know why you the greatest alive? Why, Dad? Because you came out of my balls, nigga Hahahahahaha Fuck rap Bustin like an addict with a semi-automatic Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back Hold up, catch a vibe, aint no way in hell we leavin nobody alive Leave a suicide note, fuck that Bobby feelin villainous, he killin this Im comin for your man and his lady and even the baby Im feelin like Im, chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady with rabies Im foamin at the mouth, aint nobody takin me out Every single rapper in the industry, yeah, they know what Im about And I dare you to test me Cause not a single one of you motherfuckers impress me And maybe thats a little bit of an exaggeration But Im full of innovation And Im tired of all of this high school Hes cool, hes not rap shit Can a single one of you motherfuckers even rap? Shit No, this aint a diss to the game, this a gas to the flame Nowadays, everybody sound the same, shits lame Like a moth to the flame, Ima reel em in and kill em Know you feelin lyricism when Im spillin it, Im feelin myself Yeah, yeah, Bobby Boy, he be feelin himself Mass murder like this cant be good for my health When I rap like this, do I sound like shit? Well, it dont really matter, cause Im killin this shit Yeah, Im killin this shit Oh yeah, oh yeah, Im killin this shit Bobby, how many times you been killin this shit? Find another rhyme, goddamn, nigga, shit Fuck rap Bustin like an addict with a semi-automatic Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back Hold up, catch a vibe, aint no way in hell we leavin nobody alive Leave a suicide note, fuck that Bobby feelin villainous, he killin this Im comin for your man and his lady and even the baby Im feelin like Im, chika-chika-chika-chika Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady Theres nowhere to hide, we call this shit genocide Hit em with that and they die We gon leave em crucified, we call this shit genocide I got bitches, I got hoes, I got rare designer clothes No, we aint fuckin with that Yeah, theres a time and a place But if you aint comin with the illest of raps Callin yourself the greatest alive Then you dont deserve to do that No, no, oh no, no, please do not do that You gon get smacked You gon make Bobby attack You gon make Bobby Boy snap You gon make Bobby Boy snap Fuck rap Bustin like an addict with a semi-automatic Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back Hold up, catch a vibe, aint no way in hell we leavin nobody alive Leave a suicide note, fuck that Bobby feelin villainous, he killin this Im comin for your man and his lady and even the baby Im feelin like Im chika-chika-chika-chika Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like JAY-Z Jig is up, you fuckers who didnt write anything Are getting washed, liga-liga-liga, like bathing Young Hova, I know hitters like Yankees Gun toters that pull triggers like crazy Unloadin, leave you shot up in your Rover Your body goes limp and slumps over Like A-Rod in a month lull, but he just homered Hol up, I said Rover because now your Rover is red Like Red Rover, so you know what I meant But I roll over my opponents instead Makin dog sounds cause I gotta keep breakin these bars down Ill go slow for the speds But when I go like the Dobermann said I still think the would go over your head Beast mode, motherfuckers bout to get hit With so many foul lines, youll think Im a free throw Figured it was about time for people to eat crow You about to get out-rhymed, how could I be dethroned? I stay on my toes like the repo, a behemoth in sheeps clothes From the East Coast to the West, Im the ethos and Im the G.O.A.T Who the best, I dont gotta say a fuckin thing, though Cause MCs know But you dont wanna hear me spit the facts Your shit is ass like a tailbone Or youre trapped in your cell phone Or my chicken scratch, or my self-loathe I dont wanna fuckin listen to you spit your raps someone else wrote Used to get beat up by the big kids Used to let the big kids steal my big wheel And I wouldnt do shit but just sit still Now moneys not a big deal Im rich, I wipe my ass with six mill Big bills like a platypus A caterpillars comin to get the cannabis Im lookin for the smoke but you motherfuckers are scatterin Batterin everything and Ive had it with the inadequate Man, I can see my dick is standin stiff as a mannequin And Im bringin the bandana back, and the fuckin headband again A handkerchief and Im thinkin of bringin the fuckin fingerless gloves back And not giving a singular fuck, like fuck rap I sound like a fuckin millionaire With a Derringer with a hair trigger Bout to bear hug a fuckin terrier, the Ric Flair dripper Yall couldnt hold a candle at a prayer vigil When I vent, they compare me to a fuckin air duct Im bout to bare-knuckle it, nah, fuck it Im gonna go upside their head with a Nantucket Abraca-fuckin-dabra The track is the blood, Im attracted, Im attackin it What? Dracula, fuck that shit Im up, back with a thud Man, stop Look what Im plannin, plannin, Im plannin to Do all this while ya panickin And youre lookin and starin at mannequins And Im goin to Fanagans Trying to get up a plan against All of the blana-kazana-ka-fam-bam-bannigans While of all the bana-kazanika Hanna in a cabana Youre in a cab- Im in a cabana and a Janet Im in a cabana chantin all this standup banter While you dont got the stamina, youre lackin the stamina Youre lackin the stamina while youre divorcin Harrison Ford And Im in a Porsche on the floorboards While Im world tourin You usin way too many napkins, papkins Lapkins and chapki- You using ChapStick and napkins while Im bapkin Flappin around like a bapkin Flamminababbitapannitajampkin Dammit, a can of pada-742Embed
Stan Lyrics My teas gone cold, Im wondering why I Got out of bed at all The morning rain clouds up my window And I cant see at all And even if I could itd all be gray But your picture on my wall It reminds me that its not so bad, its not so bad My teas gone cold, Im wondering why I Got out of bed at all The morning rain clouds up my window And I cant see at all And even if I could itd all be gray But your picture on my wall It reminds me that its not so bad, its not so bad Dear Slim, I wrote you, but you still aint callin I left my cell, my pager and my home phone at the bottom I sent two letters back in autumn, you must notve got em There probably was a problem at the post office or somethin Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot em But anyways, fuck it, whats been up, man? Hows your daughter? My girlfriends pregnant too, Im bout to be a father If I have a daughter, guess what Ima call her? Ima name her Bonnie I read about your Uncle Ronnie too, Im sorry I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didnt want him I know you probably hear this every day, but Im your biggest fan I even got the underground shit that you did with Skam I got a room full of your posters and your pictures, man I like the shit you did with Rawkus too, that shit was phat Anyways, I hope you get this, man, hit me back Just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan, this is Stan My teas gone cold, Im wondering why I Got out of bed at all The morning rain clouds up my window And I cant see at all And even if I could itd all be gray But your picture on my wall It reminds me that its not so bad, its not so bad Dear Slim, you still aint called or wrote, I hope you have a chance I aint mad, I just think its fucked up you dont answer fans If you didnt want to talk to me outside your concert, you didnt have to But you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew Thats my little brother, man, hes only six years old We waited in the blisterin cold For you, for four hours, and you just said no Thats pretty shitty, man, youre like his fuckin idol He wants to be just like you, man, he likes you more than I do I aint that mad, though I just dont like bein lied to Remember when we met in Denver? You said if Id write you, you would write back See, Im just like you in a way: I never knew my father neither He used to always cheat on my mom and beat her I can relate to what youre sayin in your songs So when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put em on ‘Cause I dont really got shit else So that shit helps when Im depressed I even got a tattoo with your name across the chest Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds Its like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me See, everything you say is real, and I respect you ‘cause you tell it My girlfriends jealous cause I talk about you 24/7 But she dont know you like I know you, Slim, no one does She dont know what it was like for people like us growin up You gotta call me, man, Ill be the biggest fan youll ever lose Sincerely yours, Stan—P.S. We should be together too My teas gone cold, Im wondering why I Got out of bed at all The morning rain clouds up my window And I cant see at all And even if I could itd all be gray But your picture on my wall It reminds me that its not so bad, its not so bad Dear Mr. Im-Too-Good-to-Call-or-Write-My-Fans Thisll be the last package I ever send your ass Its been six months, and still no word—I dont deserve it? I know you got my last two letters, I wrote the addresses on em perfect So this is my cassette Im sendin you, I hope you hear it Im in the car right now, Im doin 90 on the freeway Hey, Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive? You know the song by Phil Collins, In the Air of the Night About that guy who coulda saved that other guy from drownin But didnt, then Phil saw it all, then at a show he found him? Thats kinda how this is: you coulda rescued me from drownin Now its too late, Im on a thousand downers now—Im drowsy And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call I hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wall I loved you, Slim, we coulda been together—think about it! You ruined it now, I hope you cant sleep and you dream about it And when you dream I hope you cant sleep and you scream about it I hope your conscience eats at you and you cant breathe without me See, Slim—shut up, bitch! Im tryin to talk Hey, Slim, thats my girlfriend screamin in the trunk But I didnt slit her throat, I just tied her up—see? I aint like you ‘Cause if she suffocates shell suffer more and then shell die too Well, gotta go, Im almost at the bridge now Oh, shit, I forgot—how am I supposed to send this shit out?! My teas gone cold, Im wondering why I Got out of bed at all The morning rain clouds up my window And I cant see at all And even if I could itd all be gray But your picture on my wall It reminds me that its not so bad, its not so bad Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner, but I just been busy You said your girlfriends pregnant now, how far along is she? Look, Im really flattered you would call your daughter that And heres an autograph for your brother; I wrote it on a Starter cap Im sorry I didnt see you at the show, I mustve missed you Dont think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you But whats this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too? I say that shit just clownin, dawg, come on, how fucked up is you? You got some issues, Stan, I think you need some counselin To help your ass from bouncin off the walls when you get down some And whats this shit about us meant to be together? That type of shitll make me not want us to meet each other I really think you and your girlfriend need each other Or maybe you just need to treat her better I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time Before you hurt yourself, I think that youll be doin just fine If you relax a little, Im glad I inspire you, but Stan Why are you so mad? Try to understand that I do want you as a fan I just dont want you to do some crazy shit I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge And had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was pregnant with his kid And in the car they found a tape, but they didnt say who it was to Come to think about it, his name was—it was you Damn…648Embed
Without Me Lyrics Obie Trice, real name, no gimmicks Two trailer park girls go round the outside Round the outside, round the outside Two trailer park girls go round the outside Round the outside, round the outside Guess whos back? Back again Shadys back, tell a friend Guess whos back? Guess whos back? Guess whos back? Guess whos back? Guess whos back? Guess whos back? Guess whos back Ive created a monster, cause nobody wants to See Marshall no more; they want Shady, Im chopped liver Well, if you want Shady, this what Ill give ya A little bit of weed mixed with some hard liquor Some vodka thatll jump-start my heart quicker Than a shock when I get shocked at the hospital By the doctor when Im not co-operating When Im rocking the table while hes operating You waited this long, now stop debating Cause Im back, Im on the rag and ovulating I know that you got a job, Ms. Cheney But your husbands heart problems complicating So the FCC wont let me be Or let me be me, so let me see They tried to shut me down on MTV But it feels so empty without me, so Come on and dip, bum on your lips Fuck that, cum on your lips and some on your tits, and get ready cause this shits about to get heavy I just settled all my lawsuits, fuck you, Debbie! Now this looks like a job for me So everybody, just follow me Cause we need a little controversy Cause it feels so empty without me I said this looks like a job for me So everybody, just follow me Cause we need a little controversy Cause it feels so empty without me Little hellions, kids feeling rebellious Embarrassed, their parents still listen to Elvis They start feeling like prisoners, helpless Til someone comes along on a mission and yells, Bitch! A visionary, vision is scary Could start a revolution, polluting the airwaves, a rebel So just let me revel and bask In the fact that I got everyone kissing my ass And its a disaster, such a catastrophe For you to see so damn much of my ass—you asked for me? Well, Im back, da-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na Fix your bent antenna, tune it in, and then Im gonna Enter in, and up under your skin like a splinter The center of attention, back for the winter, Im interesting The best thing since wrestling, infesting in your kids ears and nesting Testing, Attention please Feel the tension soon as someone mentions me Heres my ten cents; my two cents is free A nuisance, who sent? You sent for me? Now this looks like a job for me So everybody, just follow me Cause we need a little controversy Cause it feels so empty without me I said this looks like a job for me So everybody, just follow me Cause we need a little controversy Cause it feels so empty without me A tisk-it a task-it, Ill go tit-for-tat wit Anybody whos talking This shit, that shit Chris Kirkpatrick, you can get your ass kicked Worse than them little Limp Bizkit bastards And Moby? You can get stomped by Obie You thirty-six-year-old baldheaded fag, blow me You dont know me; youre too old, let go Its over, nobody listens to techno Now lets go, just give me the signal Ill be there with a whole list full of new insults Ive been dope, suspenseful with a pencil Ever since Prince turned himself into a symbol But, sometimes, the shit just seems Everybody only wants to discuss me So this must mean Im disgusting But its just me, Im just obscene Though Im not the first king of controversy I am the worst thing since Elvis Presley To do Black music so selfishly And use it to get myself wealthy Theres a concept that works Twenty million other white rappers emerge But no matter how many fish in the sea Itd be so empty without me Now this looks like a job for me So everybody, just follow me Cause we need a little controversy Cause it feels so empty without me I said this looks like a job for me So everybody, just follow me Cause we need a little controversy Cause it feels so empty without me Hum, dei-dei, la-la, la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la Hum, dei-dei, la-la, la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la Kids!432Embed
Venom Lyrics I got a song filled with shit for the strong-willed When the world gives you a raw deal Sets you off til you scream, Piss off! Screw you! When it talks to you like you dont belong Or tells you youre in the wrong field When somethings in your mitochondrial Cause it latched on to you, like— Knock knock, let the devil in Manevolent as Ive ever been, head is spinnin This medicines screamin, L-L-L-Let us in! L-L-L-Like a salad bowl, Edgar Allan Poe Bedridden, shoulda been dead a long time ago Liquid Tylenol, gelatins, think my skeletons meltin Wicked, I get all high when I think Ive smelled the scent Of elephant manure—hell, I meant Kahlúa Screw it, to hell with it, I went through hell with accelerants And blew up my-my-myself again Volkswagen, tailspin, bucket matches my pale skin Mayo and went from Hellmanns and being rail thin Filet-o-Fish, Scribble Jam, Rap Olympics 97 Freaknik How can I be down? Me and Bizarre in Florida Proofs room slept on the floor of da motel then Dr. Dre said, Hell yeah! And I got his stamp like a postcard, word to Mel-Man And I know theyre gonna hate But I dont care, I barely can wait To hit em with the snare and the bass Square in the face, this fuckin world better prepare to get laced Because theyre gonna taste my— Venom, adrenaline momentum And Im not knowin when Im Ever gonna slow up and Im Ready to snap any moment Im Thinkin its time to go get em They aint gonna know what hit em Venom, adrenaline momentum And Im not knowin when Im Ever gonna slow up and Im Ready to snap any moment Im Thinkin its time to go get em They aint gonna know what hit em I said knock knock, let the devil in Shotgun p-p-pellets in the felt pen Cocked, fuck around and catch a hot one It-its evident Im not done V-Venomous, the thoughts spun Like a web and you just caught in em Held against your will like a hubcap or mud flap Beat strangler attack So this aint gonna feel like a love tap Eat painkiller pills, fuck up the track Like, whats her names at the wheel? Danica Patrick Threw the car into reverse at the Indy, a nut crashin Into ya, the back of it just mangled steel My Mustang and the Jeep Wrangler grill With the front smashed, much as my rear fender, assassin Slim be a combination of an actual kamikaze and Gandhi Translation, I will probably kill us both When I end up backin into ya You aint gonna be able to tell what the fucks happenin to ya When youre bit with the— Related Songs Venom, adrenaline momentum And Im not knowin when Im Ever gonna slow up and Im Ready to snap any moment Im Thinkin its time to go get em They aint gonna know what hit em Venom, adrenaline momentum And Im not knowin when Im Ever gonna slow up and Im Ready to snap any moment Im Thinkin its time to go get em They aint gonna know what hit em I said knock knock, let the devil in Alien, E-E-Elliott phone home Aint no telling when this chokehold On this game will end, Im loco Became a Symbiote, so My fangs are in your throat, ho Youre snake-bitten with my—venom With the ballpoint pen Im Gun cocked, bump stock, double-aught, buckshot Tire thumper, a garrote, tie a couple knots Fired up and caught fire, juggernaut Punk rock, bitch, its goin down like Yung Joc Cause the Doc put me on like sunblock Why the fuck not, you only get one shot Ate shit til I cant taste it Chased it with straight liquor Then paint thinner, then drank til I faint And awake with a headache And I take anything in rectangular shape Then I wait to face the demons Im bonded to Cause theyre chasin me but Im part of you So escapin me is impossible I latch onto you like a—parasite And I probably ruined your parents life And your childhood too Cause if Im the music that yall grew up on Im responsible for you retarded fools Im the super villain Dad and Mom was losin their marbles to You marvel that? Eddie Brock is you And Im the suit, so call me— Venom, adrenaline momentum And Im not knowin when Im Ever gonna slow up and Im Ready to snap any moment Im Thinkin its time to go get em They aint gonna know what hit em Venom, adrenaline momentum And Im not knowin when Im Ever gonna slow up and Im Ready to snap any moment Im Thinkin its time to go get em They aint gonna know what hit em 547Embed
River Lyrics Ive been a liar, been a thief Been a lover, been a cheat All my sins need holy water, feel it washing over me Well, little one, I dont want to admit to something If all its gonna cause is pain Truth and my lies right now are falling like the rain So let the river run Hes comin home with his neck scratched, to catch flack Sweat jackets and dress slacks, mismatched On his breaths Jack, hes a sex addict And she just wants to exact revenge and get back Its a chess match, shes on his back like a jet-pack Shes kept track of all his Internet chats And guess who just happens to be movin on to the next Actually, just shit on my last chick and she has what my ex lacks Cause she loves danger, psychopath And you dont fuck with no mans girl, even I know that But shes devised some plan to stab him in the back Knife in hand, says their relationships hangin by a strand So shes been on the web lately Says maybe shell be my Gwen Stacy, to spite her man And I know shes using me to try to play him, I dont care Hi Suzanne, but I shoulda said Bye Suzanne After the first night, but tonight I am Ive been a liar, been a thief Been a lover, been a cheat All my sins need holy water, feel it washing over me Well, little one, I dont want to admit to something If all its gonna cause is pain The truth and my lies now are falling like the rain So let the river run A one-night stand turned a two-night stand It was come sunlight, scram, now we hug tight, and... He found out, now she feels deserted and used Cause he left, so what? He did it first to her too Now how am I supposed to tell this girl that were through? Its hard to find the words, Im aloof, nervous, and Sue Dont want this to hurt, but what you deserve is the truth Dont take it personal, I just cant say this in person to you So I revert to the studio, like hole-in-the-wall diners Dont have to be reserved in a booth I just feel like the person who Im turning intos Irreversible, I preyed on you like its church at the pew And now that I got you I dont want you Took advantage in my thirst to pursue Why do I do this dirt that I do? Get on my soapbox and preach, my sermon and speech Detergent and bleach is burnin the wound Cause now with her in the womb We cant bring her in this world, shoulda knew To use protection fore I bit into your forbidden fruit Fuck! Ive been a liar, been a thief Been a lover, been a cheat All my sins need holy water, feel it washing over me Well, little one, I dont want to admit to something If all its gonna cause is pain The truth and my lies now are falling like the rain So let the river run My names , my names River , river run Call me , call me River , well let the river run Always the bridesmaid, never The bride, hey! Fuck can I say? If life was a highway And deceit was an enclave, Id be swerving in five lanes Speeds at a high rate, like Im slidin on ice, maybe Thats why I may have came at you sideways I cant keep my lies straight But I made you terminate my baby This love triangle left us in a wreck, tangled What else can I say? It was fun for a while Bet I really woulda loved your smile Didnt really wanna abort, but fuck it Whats one more lie, to tell our unborn child? Ive been a liar, been a thief Been a lover, been a cheat All my sins need holy water, feel it washing over me Well, little one I dont want to admit to something If all its gonna cause is pain The truth and my lies now are falling like the rain So let the river run480Embed
The Real Slim Shady Lyrics May I have your attention, please? May I have your attention, please? Will the real Slim Shady please stand up? I repeat, will the real Slim Shady please stand up? Were gonna have a problem here... Yall act like you never seen a white person before Jaws all on the floor like Pam like Tommy just burst in the door And started whoopin her ass worse than before They first were divorced, throwin her over furniture Its the return of the Oh, wait, no way, youre kidding He didnt just say what I think he did, did he? And Dr. Dre said… nothing, you idiots! Dr. Dres dead, hes locked in my basement Feminist women love Eminem Chicka, chicka, chicka, Slim Shady, Im sick of him Look at him, walkin around, grabbin his you-know-what Flippin the you-know-who, Yeah, but hes so cute though Yeah, I probably got a couple of screws up in my head loose But no worse than whats goin on in your parents bedrooms Sometimes I wanna get on TV and just let loose But cant, but its cool for Tom Green to hump a dead moose My bum is on your lips, my bum is on your lips And if Im lucky, you might just give it a little kiss And thats the message that we deliver to little kids And expect them not to know what a womans clitoris is Of course, theyre gonna know what intercourse is By the time they hit fourth grade Theyve got the Discovery Channel, dont they? We aint nothin but mammals—well, some of us, cannibals Who cut other people open like cantaloupes But if we can hump dead animals and antelopes Then theres no reason that a man and another man cant elope But if you feel like I feel, I got the antidote Women, wave your pantyhose, sing the chorus, and it goes— Im Slim Shady, yes, Im the real Shady All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating So wont the real Slim Shady please stand up Please stand up, please stand up? Cause Im Slim Shady, yes, Im the real Shady All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating So wont the real Slim Shady please stand up Please stand up, please stand up? Will Smith dont gotta cuss in his raps to sell records Well, I do, so fuck him and fuck you too! You think I give a damn about a GRAMMY? Half of you critics cant even stomach me, let alone stand me But Slim, what if you win, wouldnt it be weird? Why, so you guys could just lie to get me here? So you can sit me here next to Britney Spears? Shit, Christina Aguilera better switch me chairs So I can sit next to Carson Daly and Fred Durst And hear em argue over who she gave head to first Little bitch put me on blast on MTV Yeah, hes cute, but I think hes married to Kim, hee-hee I should download her audio on MP3 And show the whole world how you gave Eminem VD Im sick of you little girl and boy groups All you do is annoy me, so I have been sent here to destroy you And theres a million of us just like me Who cuss like me, who just dont give a fuck like me Who dress like me; walk, talk and act like me And just might be the next best thing, but not quite me Cause Im Slim Shady, yes, Im the real Shady All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating So wont the real Slim Shady please stand up Please stand up, please stand up? Cause Im Slim Shady, yes, Im the real Shady All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating So wont the real Slim Shady please stand up Please stand up, please stand up? Im like a head trip to listen to, cause Im only givin you Things you joke about with your friends inside your livin room The only difference is I got the balls to say it in front of yall And I dont gotta be false or sugarcoat it at all I just get on the mic and spit it And whether you like to admit it, I just shit it Better than ninety percent of you rappers out can Then you wonder: How can kids eat up these albums like Valiums? Its funny, cause at the rate, Im going, when Im thirty Ill be the only person in the nursing home flirting Pinching nurses asses when Im jacking off with Jergens And Im jerking, but this whole bag of Viagra isnt working In every single person there’s a Slim Shady lurking He could be working at Burger King, spittin on your onion rings Or in the parking lot, circling, screaming, I dont give a fuck! With his windows down and his system up So will the real Shady please stand up And put one of those fingers on each hand up? And be proud to be outta your mind and outta control And one more time, loud as you can, how does it go? Im Slim Shady, yes, Im the real Shady All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating So wont the real Slim Shady please stand up Please stand up, please stand up? Cause Im Slim Shady, yes, Im the real Shady All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating So wont the real Slim Shady please stand up Please stand up, please stand up? Cause Im Slim Shady, yes, Im the real Shady All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating So wont the real Slim Shady please stand up Please stand up, please stand up? Cause Im Slim Shady, yes, Im the real Shady All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating So wont the real Slim Shady please stand up Please stand up, please stand up? Ha ha, I guess theres a Slim Shady in all of us Fuck it, lets all stand up! 429Embed
Berzerk Lyrics Now this shits about to kick off, this party looks wack Lets take it back to straight hip-hop and start it from scratch Im bout to bloody this track up, everybody get back Thats why my pen needs a pad, cause my rhymes on the rag Just like I did with addiction, Im bout to kick it Like a magician, critics I turn to crickets Got em still on the fence whether to picket But quick to get it impaled when I tell em, Stick it! So sick, Im looking pale—wait, thats my pigment Bout to go ham, ya bish, shout out to Kendrick Lets bring it back to that vintage Slim, bitch! The art of MCing mixed with da Vinci and MC Ren And I dont mean Stimpys friend, bitch Been Public Enemy since you thought PE was gym, bitch Kick your shoes off, let your hair down All night long Grow your beard out, just weird out All night long Were gonna rock this house until we knock it down So turn the volume loud Cause its mayhem til the A.M So, baby, make just like K-Fed And let yourself go, let yourself go Say, Fuck it! before we kick the bucket Lifes too short to not go for broke So everybody, everybody Grab your vial, yeah Guess its just the way that Im dressed, aint it? Khakis pressed, Nike shoes crispy and fresh laced So I guess it aint that aftershave Or cologne that made em just faint Plus I showed up with a coat fresher than wet paint So if love is a chess game, check mate But girl, your bodys bangin, jump me in, dang, bang-bang Yes siree Bob, I was thinking the same thang So come get on this Kids rock, baw with da baw, dang-dang Pow-p-p-p-pow, chica, pow, chica, wow-wow Got your gal blowin up a valve, v-v-valve-valve Aint slowin it down, throw in the towel, t-t-towel-towel Dumb it down, I dont know how, huh-huh, how-how At least I know that I dont know Question is, are you bozos smart enough to feel stupid? Hope so, now ho Kick your shoes off, let your hair down All night long Grow your beard out, just weird out All night long Were gonna rock this house until we knock it down So turn the volume loud Cause its mayhem til the A.M So crank the bass up like crazy And let yourself go, let yourself go Say, Fuck it! before we kick the bucket Lifes too short to not go for broke So everybody, everybody Get your vinyls And they say that love is powerful as cough syrup in styrofoam All I know is I fell asleep and woke up in that Monte Carlo With the ugly Kardashian, Lamar, oh Sorry, yo—we done both set the bar low Far as hard drugs are though, thats the past But I done did enough codeine to knock Future into tomorrow And girl, I aint got no money to borrow But I am tryin to find a way to get you alone: car note Oh, Marshall Mathers Shithead with a potty mouth, get the bar of soap lathered Kangols and Carheartless Cargos Girl, youre fixin to get your heart broke Dont be absurd, maam, you birdbrain, baby I aint called anybody baby since Birdman, unless youre a swallow Word, Rick? But dont get discouraged, girl This is your jam, unless you got toe jam Kick your shoes off, let your hair down All night long Grow your beard out, just weird out All night long Were gonna rock this house until we knock it down So turn the volume loud Cause its mayhem til the A.M So, baby, make just like K-Fed And let yourself go, let yourself go Say, Fuck it! before we kick the bucket Lifes too short to not go for broke So everybody, everybody Grab your vial, yeah Were gonna rock this house until we knock it down So turn the volume loud Cause its mayhem til the A.M So crank the bass up like crazy And let yourself go, let yourself go Say, Fuck it! before we kick the bucket Lifes too short to not go for broke So everybody, everybody Get your vials452Embed
Not Alike Lyrics Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up! Yeah Brain dead, eye drops Pain meds, cyclops Daybed, iPod May-back, Maybach Trainwrecks, sidewalks Payless, high-tops K-Fed, iHop Playtex, icebox Thats how much we have in common Thats how much we have in common Up on this mic when were on it Thats how much we have in common Thats how much we have in common Thats how much we have in common We are not alike, theres nada like us on the mic I dont do Jordans and Audemars I do explosions and Molotovs Yall blowin smoke as if yall aint washed I blow the smoke from the car exhaust Flyin to a party I am not invited to, feelin like the streets need me I aint gotta dance long as my Ferrari Spider move like C Breezy I dont gotta hire goons Id rather try to buy the moon and breathe freely The sky is blue, the tires new The Maserati white and cool like G-Eazy Why these dudes tryna figure out How to do a freestyle as fly as me? Im confused tryna figure out How to do Kapri Styles and Mya G Everybody doin chick joints Prolly rob these little dudes at fist point Member everybody used to bite Nickel Now everybody doin Bitcoin We dont got nothin in common We dont got nothin in common Yall into stuff like doubled-up Styrofoam cups On them uppers-and-downers Im into stuff like doublin commas Find me a brother whos solid To count this shit up and then bust this shit down When the cops hit us up, we can flush this shit down We cannot give a fuck, shit, a fuckin colonic Sellin your cock and your butt for a follower Possible couple of dollars, you powder sniff Now you slippin, call it a power trip, a product of politics Yall went from profit and toppin the charts To dropped in the park in a pile of shit Knowledge is power, but powerless If youve got it and you do not acknowledge it Yall music sound like Dr. Seuss inspired it Hirin strippers, prostitute retirin We can spit it for your advance Im fit to be king, youre cut out to fit in Prince pants You niggas— Brain dead, eye drops Pain meds, cyclops Daybed, iPod May-back, Maybach Trainwrecks, sidewalks Payless, high-tops K-Fed, iHop Playtex, icebox Thats how much we have in common Thats how much we have in common Up on this mic when were on it Thats how much we have in common Thats how much we have in common Thats how much we have in common We are not alike, theres nada like us— You say you affiliated with murderers, killers The people you run with are thuggin But you just a wannabe gunner Like you was gonna do somethin Actin like you catchin bodies And you got juice, lil youngin, you buggin You aint never even been charged in connection with battery Bitch, you aint plugged into nothin Rap God spit lyrical bullets And gats cock, your partners better tool up This has not to do with muscular But have guns for sure, you better put a Strap on, other words if youre gonna Roll up with your youre gon need a arsenal Cause this bar is over your head So you better⁠—gun cock⁠—have arms if youre gonna pull up Oh, you run the streets, huh? Now you wanna come and fuck with me, huh? This little cock-sucker, he must be feelin himself He wants to keep up his tough demeanour So he does a feature, decides to team up with N9na But next time you dont gotta use Tech N9ne If you wanna come at me with a sub, Machine Gun And Im talkin to you But you already know who the fuck you are, Kelly I dont use sublims and sure as fuck dont sneak-diss But keep commenting on my daughter Hailie I keep on telling motherfuckers But, just in case you forgot really and need Ja memories jarred like strawberry or pineapple apricot jelly I respond rarely, but this time Shady bout to sound off Like a fuckin cocked semi-Glock Demigod Let me put a fuckin silencer on this little Non-threatening blond fairy cornball takin shots at me Youre not ready, fool, break yourself like Rock Steady Crew Obviously, Im not getting through We can get it poppin like Redenbach, letting off like Remy Ma Heavy artille—ry, Godzilla harsh with a hard shell With a motherfucking heart bigger than Bizarres belly Only time youll ever say I lost Youll be talkin bout Fetty Wap, better call Diddy Just to try to get me off of ya Better hope I dont call Trick Trick Bitch, this shit dont fly in our city Punk, you dont disrespect OGs, R.I.P. Prodigy Sold Dre my soul and then told him the moment he signed me That Id be the most hated, though made it So that theres no shame, its okay to own it Cause life is a bitch, shes a bow-legged ho But now those days are over I Harvey Weinstein a bathrobe hanging open My code name is groper, I role play with lotion I fucked on the world then I throw away the Trojan Old lederhosen with home-made explosives Ill blow eighty holes in you Dont make me go in, I O. J. the flows And Im insult to injury, Rolaids to Goldman Im throat spray and Motrin, I throated Nicole As they both there to choke and my whole blade is soakin A double-edge sword, it cuts both ways, I poke and I stick and I turn in a rotating motion Invisible with the pen, Im at the pinnacle to sick individuals Stick my dick and put the tip in at minimal Im fuckin these syllables, I let em lick on my genitals Im a fucking invincible, indefensible, despicable, difficult prick A little bit unpredictable, I spit the formidable That you bitches fuckin with, the original I consider me and Nickel identical —but not us The only thing we have in commons Im a dick and you suck Otherwise one has nothin to do with the other None come close to skunk, bug, soldier Tongue, shrub, shoulder, one month older Sponge, mug, folder, nun, rug, holster Lug nut, coaster, lung, jug, roaster Young Thug poster, unplugged toaster Thats how much we have in common Thats how much we have in common Up on this mic when were on it Thats how much we have in common Thats how much we have in common Thats how much we have in common We are not alike, theres nada like us— 406Embed
Fall Lyrics You know, everybodys been tellin me What they think about me for the last few months Its too loud Maybe its time I tell em what I think about them Cant hear it coming down the hallway stairs from the parking lot Its too loud Three’s not a crowd all up in it Slow fire Dont fall on my face Dont fall on my faith, oh Dont fall on my fate Dont fall on my faith, oh Dont fall on my fate Dont fall on my– Gotta concentrate, against the clock I race Got no time to waste, Im already late, I got a marathoners pace Went from addict to a workaholic, word to Dr. Dre In that first marijuana tape—guess I got a chronic case And I aint just blowin smoke, less its in your mommas face I know this time Paul and Dre They wont tell me what not to say And though me and my party days Have all pretty much parted ways Youd swear to God I forgot Im the guy that made Not Afraid One last time for Charlamagne If my response is late, its just how long it takes To hit my fuckin radar, Im so far away These rappers are like Hunger Games One minute, theyre mockin JAY Next minute, they get their style from Migos or they copy Drake Maybe I just dont know when to turn around and walk away But all the hate, I call it Walk-on-Water-Gate Ive had as much as I can tolerate Im sick and tired of waitin, I done lost my patience I can take all of you motherfuckers on at once You wanted Shady? You got him! Dont fall on my face Dont fall on my faith, oh Dont fall on my fate Dont fall on my faith, oh Dont fall on my fate Somebody tell Budden before I snap, he better fasten it Or have his body bag get zipped The closest thing hes had to hits is smackin bitches And dont make me have to give it back to Akademiks Say this shit is trash again, Ill have you twisted Like you had it when you thought you had me slippin at the telly Even when Im gettin brain, youll never catch me with a thot Lacking with it, He aint spittin like this on his last shit Ho, you better go back and listen You know me better, thinkin Ill slow or let up Call it trap cause its a total setup Hopin that you rappers fall in that Dre said, Hold your head up! —Kathy Griffin Stackin ammunition, slap the clip in, cock it back on competition This is how I shot ahead —Gabby Gifford My attack is vicious, Jack the Ripper, back in business Tyler create nothin, I see why you called yourself a , bitch Its not just cause you lack attention Its because you worship D12s balls, youre sack-religious If youre gonna critique me You better at least be as good or better Get Earl the Hooded Sweater Whatever his name is to help you put together Some words, more than just two letters The fans waited for this moment like that feature When I stole the show , sorry if I took forever Dont fall on my face Dont fall on my faith, oh Dont fall on my fate Dont fall on my faith, oh Dont fall on my fate Just remember, I was here before you And Ill be here after you make your run-in for you Detractors, Ima have to fuck Pitchfork with a corkscrew Just what the doctor ordered Revenge is the best medicine Increase the dose, from least to most And then tell the Grammys to go and fuck themselves They suck the blood from all the biggest artists like some leeches So they nominate em, get em there, get a name to MC the show Every parasite needs a host Then give Album of the Year to somebody that no ones ever even heard of All I know is I wrote every single word of everything I ever murdered Time to separate the sheep from goats And I got no faith in your writers, I dont believe in ghosts When rap needed it most, I was that wing and a prayer A beacon of hope, put a B-I-R-D in the air Somewhere some kid is bumpin this while he lip-syncs in the mirror Thats who Im doin it for, the rest I dont really even care But you would think Im carryin a Oxford dictionary in my pocket How Im buryin these artists On a scale of turnt youre minus Mine says very, yours says hardly And whats scary is you probly can compare me to your car cause Im just barely gettin started And far as Lord Jamar, you better leave me the Hell alone Or Ill show you an Elvis clone Walk up in this house you own, thrust my pelvic bone Use your telephone and go fetch me the remote Put my feet up and just make myself at home I belong here, clown! Dont tell me bout the culture! I inspired the Hopsins, the Logics, the Coles, the Seans, the K-Dots, the 59s, and oh Brought the world 50 Cent, you did squat, piss and moan But Im not gonna fall, bitch! Its too loud Cant hear it coming down the hallway stairs from the parking lot Its too loud Three’s not a crowd all up in it Slow fire324Embed
’Till I Collapse Lyrics Cause sometimes you just feel tired Yo, left, yo, left Feel weak and when you feel weak Yo, left, right, left You feel like you wanna just give up Yo, left, yo left But you gotta search within you Yo, left, right, left Try to find that inner strength and just pull that shit out of you Yo, left, yo left And get that motivation to not give up Yo, left, right, left And not be a quitter, no matter how bad Yo, left, yo left You wanna just fall flat on your face and collapse Yo, left, right, left Til I collapse Im spillin these raps long as you feel em Til the day that I drop youll never say that Im not killin em ‘Cause when I am not, then Ima stop pennin em And I am not hip-hop and Im just not Eminem Subliminal thoughts, when Ima stop sendin em? Women are caught in webs, spin em and hock venom Adrenaline shots of penicillin could not get the illin to stop Amoxicillins just not real enough The criminal, cop-killin, hip-hop villain A minimal swap to cop millions of Pac listeners Youre comin with me, feel it or not Youre gonna fear it like I showed ya the spirit of God lives in us You hear it a lot, lyrics to shock Is it a miracle or am I just product of pop fizzin up? Fa shizzle, my wizzle, this is the plot, listen up You bizzles forgot, Slizzle does not give a fuck Til the roof comes off, til the lights go out Til my legs give out, cant shut my mouth Til the smoke clears out, am I high? Perhaps Ima rip this shit til my bones collapse Til the roof comes off, til the lights go out Until the roof, until the roof Til my legs give out, cant shut my mouth The roof comes off, the roof comes off Til the smoke clears out, am I high? Perhaps Until my legs, until my legs Ima rip this shit til my bones collapse Give out from underneath me Related Songs Music is like magic, theres a certain feelin you get When you real and you spit, and people are feelin your shit This is your moment, and every single minute you spend Tryna hold on to it cause you may never get it again So while youre in it, try to get as much shit as you can And when your run is over, just admit when its at its end Cause Im at the end of my wits with half the shit that gets in I got a list, heres the order of my list that its in It goes: Reggie, Jay-Z, 2Pac and Biggie André from OutKast, Jada, Kurupt, Nas, and then me But in this industry Im the cause of a lot of envy So when Im not put on this list, the shit does not offend me Thats why you see me walk around like nothings botherin me Even though half you people got a fuckin problem with me You hate it, but you know respect you got to give me The presss wet dream, like Bobby and Whitney — Nate, hit me! Til the roof comes off, til the lights go out Til my legs give out, cant shut my mouth Til the smoke clears out, am I high? Perhaps Ima rip this shit til my bones collapse Til the roof comes off, til the lights go out Until the roof, until the roof Til my legs give out, cant shut my mouth The roof comes off, the roof comes off Til the smoke clears out, am I high? Perhaps Until my legs, until my legs Ima rip this shit til my bones collapse Give out from underneath me Soon as a verse starts, I eat at an MCs heart What is he thinking? How not to go against me, smart And its absurd how people hang on every word Ill probly never get the props I feel I ever deserve But Ill never be served, my spot is forever reserved If I ever leave Earth, that would be the death of me first ‘Cause in my heart of hearts I know nothin could ever be worse Thats why Im clever when I put together every verse My thoughts are sporadic, I act like Im an addict I rap like Im addicted to smack like Im Kim Mathers But I dont wanna go forth and back in constant battles The fact is I would rather sit back and bomb some rappers So this is like a full-blown attack Im launchin at em The track is on some battlin raps, who wants some static? ‘Cause I dont really think that the fact that Im Slim matters A plaque and platinum status is wack if Im not the baddest, so Til the roof comes off, til the lights go out Til my legs give out, cant shut my mouth Til the smoke clears out, am I high? Perhaps Ima rip this shit til my bones collapse Til the roof comes off, til the lights go out Until the roof, until the roof Til my legs give out, cant shut my mouth The roof comes off, the roof comes off Til the smoke clears out, am I high? Perhaps Until my legs, until my legs Ima rip this shit til my bones collapse Give out from underneath me Until the roof, until the roof The roof comes off, the roof comes off Until my legs, until my legs Give out from underneath me I, I will not fall, I will stand tall Feels like no one could beat me542Embed
8 Mile: B-Rabbit vs Papa Doc Lyrics Now, everybody from the 313 Put your motherfuckin hands up and follow me! Everybody from the 313 Put your motherfuckin hands up! Look, look Now, while he stands tough Notice that this man did not have his hands up This Free Worlds got you gassed up Now, whos afraid of the Big Bad Wolf? One, two, three, and to the four One Pac, two Pac, three Pac, four Four Pac, three Pac, two Pac, one Youre Pac, hes Pac, no Pac, none This guy aint no motherfuckin MC I know everything hes bout to say against me I am white, I am a fucking bum I do live in a trailer with my mom My boy Future is an Uncle Tom I do got a dumb friend named Cheddar Bob Who shoots himself in his leg with his own gun I did get jumped by all six of you chumps And Wink did fuck my girl Im still standin here screaming, Fuck the Free World! Dont ever try to judge me, dude You dont know what the fuck Ive been through But I know something about you You went to Cranbrook, thats a private school Whats the matter, dawg? You embarrassed? This guys a gangster? His real names Clarence And Clarence lives at home with both parents And Clarence parents have a real good marriage This guy dont wanna battle, hes shook Cause aint no such things as halfway crooks Hes scared to death, hes scared to look At his fucking yearbook; fuck Cranbrook! Fuck a beat, Ill go a cappella Fuck a Papa Doc, fuck a clock, fuck a trailer Fuck everybody! Fuck yall if you doubt me! Im a piece of fucking white trash, I say it proudly And fuck this battle, I dont wanna win, Im outtie Here, tell these people something they dont know about me Yo...Related Songs251Embed
Love the Way You Lie Lyrics Just gonna stand there and watch me burn? Well, thats all right because I like the way it hurts Just gonna stand there and hear me cry? Well, thats all right because I love the way you lie I love the way you lie I cant tell you what it really is, I can only tell you what it feels like And right now, theres a steel knife in my windpipe I cant breathe, but I still fight while I can fight As long as the wrong feels right, its like Im in flight High off her love, drunk from her hate Its like Im huffin paint and I love her, the more I suffer, I suffocate And right before Im about to drown, she resuscitates me She fuckin hates me, and I love it — Wait! Where you going? — Im leaving you! — No, you aint! Come back! — Were runnin right back, here we go again Its so insane, cause when its goin good, its goin great Im Superman with the wind at his back, shes Lois Lane But when its bad, its awful, I feel so ashamed I snapped, Whos that dude?, I dont even know his name I laid hands on her, Ill never stoop so low again I guess I dont know my own strength Just gonna stand there and watch me burn? Well, thats all right because I like the way it hurts Just gonna stand there and hear me cry? Well, thats all right because I love the way you lie I love the way you lie I love the way you lie You ever love somebody so much you can barely breathe when youre with em? You meet, and neither one of you even know what hit em Got that warm fuzzy feelin, yeah, them chills, used to get em Now youre gettin fuckin sick of lookin at em? You swore youd never hit em, never do nothin to hurt em Now youre in each others face Spewin venom in your words when you spit em You push, pull each others hair, scratch, claw, bit em Throw em down, pin em So lost in the moments when youre in em Its the rage that took over, it controls you both So they say youre best to go your separate ways Guess that they dont know ya Cause today, that was yesterday, yesterday is over Its a different day, sound like broken records playin over But you promised her, next time youll show restraint You dont get another chance, life is no Nintendo game But you lied again Now you get to watch her leave out the window Guess thats why they call it window pane Related Songs Just gonna stand there and watch me burn? Well, thats all right because I like the way it hurts Just gonna stand there and hear me cry? Well, thats all right because I love the way you lie I love the way you lie I love the way you lie Now, I know we said things, did things that we didnt mean Then we fall back into the same patterns, same routine But your tempers just as bad as mine is, youre the same as me When it comes to love youre just as blinded, baby, please Come back, it wasnt you, baby, it was me Maybe our relationship isnt as crazy as it seems Maybe thats what happens when a tornado meets a volcano All I know is I love you too much to walk away though Come inside, pick up your bags off the sidewalk Dont you hear sincerity in my voice when I talk? Told you this is my fault, look me in the eyeball Next time Im pissed, Ill aim my fist at the drywall Next time? There wont be no next time! I apologize, even though I know its lies Im tired of the games, I just want her back, I know Im a liar If she ever tries to fuckin leave again, Ima tie her To the bed and set this house on fire, just gonna— Just gonna stand there and watch me burn? Well, thats all right because I like the way it hurts Just gonna stand there and hear me cry? Well, thats all right because I love the way you lie I love the way you lie I love the way you lie300Embed
Kamikaze Lyrics Okay, how do I say this? Last year didnt work out so well for me 2018, well Hah, yeah, Im a fuckin kamikaze crashin into everything You beat me, Islamic Nazi, that means there is no such thing Ive been goin for your jugular since Craig G Duck Alert Wedgie in my underwear, the whole bed sheet and the comforter Stuck up in my rectal crack, kiss my disrespectful ass Ill ride through your cul-de-sac Window cracked, bumpin your reference tracks Y-You collaborative effort rap, I-I have never said his raps O-Overstayed my welcome, stepped in crap And ruined your welcome mat So spit that shit from the heart, you didnt write like you wrote it While I teabag the microphone cause I go nuts on it Like a fighter jet lined with explosives thatll strike any moment Headed right at opponents and Im the fuckin pilot that flown it Im bout to— Smash into everyone, crash into everything Back and Ive just begun, FACK 2017 Fack, fack on everyone Fack, fack on everyone Fack, fack on everyone Im a Kamikaze, gonna Smash into everyone, crash like an F-15 Damage already done, yall shoulda let me be Fack, fack on everyone Fack, fack on everyone Fack, fack on everyone Im a Kamikaze, gonna I turned to rap cause it made me feel tough when I wasnt From the moment I heard rappers cussin, I was in Which is why I identify with the guy Who I was invented by, Dres Frankenstein Energized like a nine volt Ice cold like Snake Eyes, twice in a row on a dice roll But if the only reason I blowed is cause Im white though Why dont every other white rapper sell what I sold? Kamikaze pilot, I wrote my suicide note Here come the guys in white coats tryin to stop me Fore I jump behind the controls and try to fly into foes Cause Im takin yall with me when I go cyclone I dont think this typhoons letting up any time soon, here I go Eyes closed, blindfolded, Im bout to— Smash into everyone, crash into everything Back and Ive just begun, FACK 2017 Fack, fack on everyone Fack, fack on everyone Fack, fack on everyone Im a Kamikaze, gonna Smash into everyone, crash like an F-15 Damage already done, yall shoulda let me be Fack, fack on everyone Fack, fack on everyone Fack, fack on everyone Im a Kamikaze, gonna Smash Kamikaze, kamikaze Kami, kami-kamikaze, kamikaze, kami-kamikaze Take a look at what Ive done I heard your freestyle on Shade 45, that shit was embarrassing There is no way we ever air that shit again, I guarantee that Wait, that shit was so ass its somethin we wouldnt dare re-air it The shits embarrassing as me rear-ending Tara Reid bare In my therapy chair, my dick is the hair length of Cher Each nut is the chair width of an Acorn stairlift, beware of me Lyrically Im terrible, better get your lyrics prepared Richard Ramirez is here, serial killin every beat there is Wait, wait, got the eeriest feelin Somethin evil is lurkin, Im no conspiracy theorist But somethin here is a foot—oh yeah, its my dick Get the measurin stick , 12 inches of wood Wait, but Ive been goin for your jugular since Craig G Duck Alert And Ive come to pay respects Cause if you sleep youre fucked—other words You get laid to rest and I hope your butt is hurt Put me on a track, I go cray-on it like a color book You got some views, but youre still below me Mine are higher, so when you compare our views, you get overlooked And I dont say the hook unless I wrote the hook And now Im just freestylin in the vocal booth And you know Ive always spoke the truth Youre lyin through your teeth so much you broke a tooth And it aint somethin I need a phone to do When I say I cant wait til I get ahold of you And I dont know what Im sposed to do Line up the rappers, take my pic like a photo shoot220Embed
Mockingbird Lyrics Yeah I know sometimes Things may not always make sense to you right now But ayy Whatd Daddy always tell you? Straighten up, little soldier, stiffen up that upper lip What you cryin about? You got me Hailie, I know you miss your mom, and I know you miss your dad When Im gone, but Im tryna give you the life that I never had I can see youre sad, even when you smile, even when you laugh I can see it in your eyes, deep inside you wanna cry Cause youre scared, I aint there, Daddys witchu in your prayers No more cryin, wipe them tears, Daddys here, no more nightmares We gon pull together through it, we gon do it Lainie—Uncles crazy, aint he? Yeah, but he loves you, girl, and you better know it Were all we got in this world when it spins, when it swirls When it whirls, when it twirls, two little beautiful girls Lookin puzzled, in a daze, I know its confusin you Daddys always on the move, Mommas always on the news I try to keep you sheltered from it, but somehow it seems The harder that I try to do that, the more it backfires on me All the things growin up as Daddy that he had to see Daddy dont want you to see, but you see just as much as he did We did not plan it to be this way, your mother and me But things have got so bad between us, I dont see us ever bein Together ever again, like we used to be when we was teenagers But then, of course, everything always happens for a reason I guess it was never meant to be, but its just something We have no control over, and thats what destiny is But no more worries, rest your head and go to sleep Maybe one day well wake up and thisll all just be a dream Now hush, little baby, dont you cry Everythings gonna be alright, stiffen that upper lip Up, little lady, I told ya, Daddys here to Hold ya through the night, I know Mommys not Here right now, and we dont know why We fear how we feel inside It may seem a little crazy, pretty baby but I promise Mommas gon be alright Heh, its funny I remember back one year when Daddy had no money Mommy wrapped the Christmas presents up and stuck em under the tree And said some of em were from me cause Daddy couldnt buy em Ill never forget that Christmas, I sat up the whole night cryin Cause Daddy felt like a bum—see, Daddy had a job but his job Was to keep the food on the table for you and Mom and at the time Every house that we lived in either kept gettin Broken into and robbed or shot up on the block and your mom Was savin money for you in a jar Tryna start a piggy bank for you so you could go to college Almost had a thousand dollars, til someone broke in and stole it And I know it hurts so bad it broke your mommas heart And it seemed like everything was just startin to fall apart Mom and Dad was arguin a lot, so Momma moved back On to Chalmers in the flat, one-bedroom apartment And Dad moved back to the other side of 8 Mile on Novara And thats when Daddy went to California with his CD And met Dr. Dre and flew you and Momma out to see me But Daddy had to work, you and Momma had to leave me Then you started seein Daddy on the TV, and Momma didnt like it And you and Lainie were too young to understand it Papa was a rolling stone, Momma developed a habit And it all happened too fast for either one of us to grab it Im just sorry you were there and had to witness it firsthand Cause all I ever wanted to do was just make you proud Now Im sittin in this empty house just reminiscin Lookin at your baby pictures, it just trips me out To see how much you both have grown, its almost like youre sisters now Wow, guess you pretty much are, and Daddys still here Lainie, Im talkin to you too, Daddys still here I like the sound of that, yeah, its got a ring to it, dont it? Shh! Mommas only gone for the moment Related Songs Now hush, little baby, dont you cry Everythings gonna be alright, stiffen that upper lip Up, little lady, I told ya, Daddys here to Hold ya through the night, I know Mommys not Here right now, and we dont know why We fear how we feel inside It may seem a little crazy, pretty baby but I promise Mommas gon be alright and if you ask me to Daddys gonna buy you a mockingbird Ima give you the world, Ima buy a Diamond ring for you, Ima sing for you, Ill do anything For you to see you smile, and if that Mockingbird dont sing and that ring dont shine Ima break that birdies neck, Ill go back to the Jeweler who sold it to ya and make him Eat every carat, dont fuck with Dad! 363Embed
Walk on Water Lyrics I walk on water But I aint no Jesus I walk on water But only when it freezes Why are expectations so high? Is it the bar I set? My arms, I stretch, but I can’t reach A far cry from it, or its in my grasp, but as Soon as I grab, squeeze I lose my grip like the flying trapeze Into the dark I plummet, now the skys blackening I know the mark’s high, butter– Flies rip apart my stomach Knowin that no matter what bars I come with Youre gonna harp, gripe, and Thats a hard Vicodin to swallow, so I scrap these As pressure increases like khakis I feel the ice cracking, because— I walk on water But I aint no Jesus I walk on water But only when it freezes Its the curse of the standard, that the first of the Mathers disc set Always in search of the verse that I haven’t spit yet Will this step just be another misstep To tarnish whatever the legacy, love or respect I’ve garnered? The rhyme has to be perfect, the delivery flawless And it always feels like Im hittin’ the mark Til I go sit in the car, listen and pick it apart Like, This shit is garbage! Gods given me all this, still I feel no different regardless Kids look to me as a god, this is retarded If only they knew, its a facade and it’s exhaustive And I try not to listen to nonsense But if you bitches are tryin to strip me of my confidence Mission accomplished Im not God-sent, Nas, Rakim, Pac, B.I.G., James Todd Smith And Im not Prince, so… I walk on water But I aint no Jesus I walk on water But only when it freezes Cause Im only human, just like you Making my mistakes, oh if you only knew I dont think you should believe in me the way that you do Cause Im terrified to let you down, oh Its true, Im a Rubiks—a beautiful mess At times juvenile, yes, I goof and I jest A flawed human, I guess But Im doin my best to not ruin your ex– Pectations and meet em, but first The Speedom verse, now Big Sean Hes goin too fast, is he gonna shout or curse out his mom? There was a time I had the world by the balls, eatin out my palm Every album song I was spazzin the fuck out on And now Im gettin clowned and frowned on But the only one whos looking down on Me that matters nows DeShaun Am I lucky to be around this long? Begs the question though Especially after the methadone As yesterday fades and the Dresden home Is burnt to the ground and all thats left of my house is lawn The crowds are gone And its time to wash out the blonde Sales decline, the curtains drawn Theyre closin the set, Im still pokin my head from out behind And everyone who has doubt, remind Now take your best rhyme, outdo it, now do it a thousand times Now let em tell ya the world no longer cares Or gives a fuck about your rhymes And as I grow outta sight, outta mind, I might go outta mine Cause how do I ever let this mic go without a fight When I made a fuckin tightrope outta twine? But when I do fall from these heights though, Ill be fine I wont pout or cry or spiral down or whine But Ill decide if its my final bow this time around, cause— I walk on water But I aint no Jesus I walk on water But only when it freezes Cause Im only human, just like you Ive been making my mistakes, oh if you only knew I dont think you should believe in me the way that you do Cause Im terrified to let you down, oh If I walked on water, I would drown Cause Im just a man But as long as I got a mic, Im godlike So me and you are not alike Bitch, I wrote Stan440Embed
Bad Guy LyricsPart 1: Produced by S1 and M-Phazes Its like Im in this dirt, digging up old hurt Tried everything to get my mind off you, it wont work All it takes is one song on the radio, youre Right back on it, reminding me all over again how you fucking just brushed me off and left me so burnt Spent a lot of time tryna soul search Maybe I needed to grow up a little first Well, looks like I hit a growth spurt But Im coming for closure Dont suppose an explanation Im owed for The way that you turned your back on me just when I may have needed you most—oh, you thought it was over? You could just close the Chapter and go about your life like it was nothing You ruined mine but you seem to be doing fine Well, Ive never recovered But tonight I bet you that what youre Bout to go throughs tougher than anything I ever have suffered Cant think of a better way to define poetic justice Can I hold grudges? Mind saying, Let it go, fuck this! Hearts saying, I will, once I bury this bitch alive, hide the shovel And then drive off in the sunset. I flee the scene like it was my last ride You see right through Oh, you had me pegged the first time You can see the truth But its easier to justify Whats bad is good And I hate to be the bad guy I just hate to be the bad guy I just hate to be the bad guy And to think I used to think you was the shit, bitch To think it was you at one time I worshipped, shit Think you can hurt people and just keep getting away with it? Not this time, you better go and get the sewing kit, bitch! Finish this stitch, so you can reap what you sew, nitwit Thought some time would pass and Id forget it? Forget it! You left our family in shambles And you expect me to just get over him, pretend he never existed? May be gone but hes not forgotten And dont think ‘cause hes been out the picture so long that Ive stopped the plotting and still aint coming to get ya Youre wrong and that shit was rotten And the way you played hims same shit you did to me, cold Have you any idea the shit that Ive gone through? Feelings I harbor? All this pent-up resentment I hold on to? Not once you call to ask me how Im doing Letters, you dont respond to em Fuck it, Im coming to see you And, gee, who better to talk to than you? The cause of my problems My life is garbage, and Im bout to take it out on ya Poof, then Im gone, voosh I flee the scene like it was my last ride You see right through Oh, you had me pegged the first time You can see the truth But its easier to justify Whats bad is good And I hate to be the bad guy I just hate to be the bad guy I just hate to be the bad guy Ive been drivin around your side of this town Like nine frickin hours and forty-five minutes now Finally I found your new address, park in your drive Feel like Ive been waitin on this moment all of my life And its now arrived and my mouth is full of saliva My knife is out and Im duckin on the side of your house See, its sad it came to this point Such a disappointment I had to make this appointment To come and see ya, but I aint here for your empathy I dont need your apology or your friendship or sympathy Its revenge that I seek So I sneak vengefully, and treat your bedroom window Like I reach my full potential—I peeked Continue to peep, still bent low, then keep Tapping the glass lightly then start to crescendo, sneak All the way round to the back porch Man, door handles unlocked, shouldnt be that easy to do this You dont plan for intruders beforehand? Surprised to see me? Cat got your tongue? Gag, chloroform rag, dag, almost hack-up a lung Like you picked an axe up and swung, stick to the core plan Dragged to the back of a trunk by one of your fans Ironys spectacular, huh? Now whos a faggot, you punk? And heres your Bronco hat You can have that shit back ‘cause they suck Its just me, you and the music now, Slim, I hope you hear it Were in a car right now—wait, here comes my favorite lyric Im the bad guy who makes fun of people that die. And hey, heres a sequel to my Mathers LP just to try to get people to buy Hows this for a publicity stunt? This should be fun! Last album now ‘cause after this youll be officially done Eminem killed by M and M, Matthew Mitchell Bitch, I even have your initials I initially was gonna bury you next to my brother, but fuck it Since youre in love with your city so much, I figured, what the fuck, the best place you could be buried alive is right here Two more exits, time is quite near Hope we dont get stopped, no license I fear That sirens I hear? Guess ninety on the freeway wasnt the brightest idea As cops appear in my drivers side mirror Hope Foxtrot gets an aerial shot of your burial plot, at least New plan, Stan! Slim: Chauvinist pig drove in this big Lincoln Town Car Well, gotta go, almost at the bridge Ha ha, big bro, its for you; Slim, this is for him And Frank Ocean; oh, hope you can swim good Now say you hate homos again! Part 2: Produced by StreetRunner I also represent Anyone on the receiving end of those jokes you offend Im the nightmare you fell asleep and then woke up still in Im your karma closin in with each stroke of a pen Perfect time to have some remorse to show for your sin Nope, its hopeless, Im the denial that youre hopelessly in When they say all of this is approaching its end But you refuse to believe that its over, here we go all over again Backs to the wall, Im stackin up all them odds Toilets clogged, yeah, ‘cause Im talkin a lot of shit but Im backin it all up But in my head theres a voice in the back and it hollers After the track is demolished I am your lack of a conscience Im the ringing in your ears Im the polyps on the back of your tonsils Eating your vocal cords after your concerts Im your time thats almost up that you havent acknowledged Grab for some water But Im that pill thats too jagged to swallow Im the bullies you hate that you became with every faggot you slaughtered comin back on ya Every woman you insult, batter, but the double-standard you have when it comes to your daughters I represent everything you take for granted ‘Cause Marshall Mathers, the rappers persona Is half a facade, and Matthew and Stans just symbolic Of you not knowin what you had til its gone ‘Cause after all the glitz and the glam No more fans that are calling your name Cameras are off, sad, but it happens to all of them Im the hindsight to say, “I told you so!” Foreshadows of all the things that are to follow Im the future thats here to show you what happens tomorrow If you dont stop after they call ya Biggest laughing stock of rap who cant call it quits When its time to walk away, Im every guilt trip The baggage you have, but as you gather up all your possessions If theres anything you have left to say Less it makes an impact then dont bother So fore you rest your case better make sure youre packing a wallop So, one last time, Im back Fore it fades into black and its all over Behold the final chapter in a saga Tryna recapture that lightning trapped in a bottle Twice, the magic that started It all, tragic portrait of an artist Tortured, trapped in his own drawings Tap into thoughts blacker and darker Than anything imaginable; here goes a wild stab in the dark Uh, as we pick up where the last Mathers left off579Embed
Forever Lyrics It may not mean nothin to yall But understand, nothin was done for me So I dont plan on stoppin at all I want this shit forever, mane, ever, mane, ever, mane Im shuttin shit down in the mall And tellin every girl she the one for me And I aint even plannin to call I want this shit forever, mane, ever, mane, ever, mane Last name Ever, first name Greatest Like a sprained ankle, boy, I aint nothin to play with Started off local, but thanks to all the haters I know G-IV pilots on a first name basis In your city, faded off the brown, Nino She insist she got more class, we know Swimmin in the money, come and find me, Nemo If I was at the club, you know I balled, chemo Dropped the mixtape, that shit sounded like an album Whod have thought a countrywide tourd be the outcome? Labels want my name beside a X, like Malcolm Everybody got a deal, I did it without one Yeah, nigga, Im about my business Killin all these rappers, you would swear I had a hit list Everyone who doubted me is askin for forgiveness If you aint been a part of it, at least you got to witness, bitches It may not mean nothin to yall But understand, nothin was done for me So I dont plan on stoppin at all I want this shit forever, mane, ever, mane, ever, mane Im shuttin shit down in the mall And tellin every girl she the one for me And I aint even plannin to call I want this shit forever, mane, ever, mane, ever, mane Ever-ever, Mr. West is in the buildin Aint no question who about to kill em I used to have hood dreams, big fame, big chains I stuck my dick inside this life until that bitch came And went hard all fall like the ball teams Just so I can make it rain all spring Yall seen my story, my glory I had raped the game young, you can call it statutory When a nigga blow up they gonna build statues for me Old money, Benjamin Button, What? nothin Now its super bad chicks givin me McLovin You would think I ran the world like Michelles husband You would think these niggas know me when they really doesnt Like they was down with the old me, no you fuckin wasnt Um, youre such a fuckin loser He aint even go to class, Bueller Trade the Grammy plaques just to have my granny back Remember she had that bad hip like a fanny pack? Chasin the stardom will turn you to a maniac All the way in Hollywood and I cant even act They pull the cameras out and goddamn, he snap I used to want this thing forever, yall can have it back Related Songs It may not mean nothin to yall But understand, nothin was done for me So I dont plan on stoppin at all I want this shit forever, mane, ever, mane, ever, mane Im shuttin shit down in the mall And tellin every girl she the one for me And I aint even plannin to call I want this shit forever, mane, ever, mane, ever, mane Okay, hello, its the Martian, Space Jam Jordans I want this shit forever, wake up and smell the garden Fresher than the harvest, step up to the target If I had one guess, then I guess Im just New Orleans And I will never stop like Im runnin from the cops Hop up in my car and told my chauffeur, To the top Life is such a fuckin roller coaster, then it drops But what should I scream for? This is my theme park My mind shine even when my thoughts seem dark Pistol on my side, you dont wanna hear that thing talk Let the king talk, check the price and pay attention Lil Wayne, thats what they gotta say or mention Im like Nevada in the middle of the summer Im restin in the lead, I need a pillow and a cover Shh, my foots sleepin on the gas No brake pads, no such thing as last, uh It may not mean nothin to yall But understand, nothin was done for me So I dont plan on stoppin at all I want this shit forever, mane, ever, mane, ever, mane Im shuttin shit down in the mall And tellin every girl she the one for me And I aint even plannin to call I want this shit forever, mane, ever, mane, ever, mane There they go, packin stadiums as Shady spits his flow Nuts they go, Macadamian, they go so ballistic, whoa He can make them look like bozos Hes wonderin if he should spit this slow, fuck no Go for broke, his cup just runneth over, oh no He aint had him a buzz like this Since the last time that he overdosed They been waitin patiently for Pinocchio to poke his nose Back into the game and they know Rap will never be the same as befo Bashin in the brains of these hoes And establishin a name as he goes The passion in the flame is ignited You cant put it out once we light it This shit is exactly what the fuck That Im talkin about when we riot You dealin with a few true villains Who stand inside of a booth, truth-spillin And spit true feelings until our tooth fillings Come flyin up out of our mouths, now, rewind it Payback, motherfucker For the way that you doubted me, hows it taste? When I slap the taste outta your mouth With the bass so loud that it shakes the place Im Hannibal Lecter, so just in case youre thinkin of savin face You aint gonna have no face to save By the time Im through with this place, so Drake It may not mean nothin to yall But understand, nothin was done for me So I dont plan on stoppin at all I want this shit forever, mane, ever, mane, ever, mane Im shuttin shit down in the mall And tellin every girl she the one for me And I aint even plannin to call I want this shit forever, mane, ever, mane, ever, mane271Embed
Not Afraid Lyrics Im not afraid Yeah To take a stand Its been a ride Everybody I guess I had to Come take my hand Go to that place to get to this one Well walk this road together, through the storm Now some of you Whatever weather, cold or warm Might still be in that place Just lettin you know that youre not alone If youre tryna get out Holla if you feel like youve been down the same road Just follow me, Ill get you there You can try and read my lyrics off of this paper before I lay em But you wont take the sting out these words before I say em Cause aint no way Ima let you stop me from causin mayhem When I say Ima do somethin, I do it, I dont give a damn what you think Im doin this for me, so fuck the world Feed it beans, its gassed up if it thinks its stoppin me Ima be what I set out to be, without a doubt, undoubtably And all those who look down on me, Im tearin down your balcony No ifs, ands or buts, dont try to ask him why or how can he From Infinite down to the last Relapse album hes Still shittin whether hes on salary, paid hourly Until he bows out or he shits his bowels out of him Whichever comes first, for better or worse Hes married to the game Like a fuck you for Christmas, his gift is a curse Forget the Earth, hes got the urge to pull his dick from the dirt And fuck the whole universe Im not afraid To take a stand Everybody Come take my hand Well walk this road together, through the storm Whatever weather, cold or warm Just lettin you know that youre not alone Holla if you feel like youve been down the same road Okay, quit playin with the scissors and shit, and cut the crap I shouldnt have to rhyme these words in a rhythm for you to know its a wrap You said you was king, you lied through your teeth For that, fuck your feelings Instead of gettin crowned, youre gettin capped And to the fans, Ill never let you down again, Im back I promise to never go back on that promise In fact, lets be honest, that last Relapse CD was ehh Perhaps I ran them accents into the ground Relax, I aint goin back to that now All Im tryna say is get back, click-clack-blaow! Cause I aint playin around Theres a game called circle and I dont know how Im way too up to back down But I think Im still tryna figure this crap out Thought I had it mapped out But I guess I didnt, this fuckin black cloud still follows me around But its time to exorcise these demons These mafuckers are doin jumpin jacks now Im not afraid To take a stand Everybody Come take my hand Well walk this road together, through the storm Whatever weather, cold or warm Just lettin you know that youre not alone Holla if you feel like youve been down the same road And I just cant keep livin this way So startin today Im breakin out of this cage Im standin up, Ima face my demons Im mannin up, Ima hold my ground Ive had enough, now Im so fed up Time to put my life back together right now It was my decision to get clean, I did it for me Admittedly I probably did it subliminally for you So I could come back a brand-new me You helped see me through And dont even realize what you did, cause believe me you Ive been through the wringer But they can do little to the middle finger I think I got a tear in my eye, I feel like the king of My world, haters can make like bees with no stingers And drop dead: no more beef lingers No more drama from now on, I promise To focus solely on handlin my responsibilities as a father So I solemnly swear to always treat this roof like my daughters and raise it You couldnt lift a single shingle on it Cause the way I feel, Im strong enough to go to the club Or the corner pub and lift the whole liquor counter up Cause Im raisin the bar Id shoot for the moon, but Im too busy gazin at stars I feel amazin, and Im— Im not afraid To take a stand Everybody Come take my hand Well walk this road together, through the storm Whatever weather, cold or warm Just lettin you know that youre not alone Holla if you feel like youve been down the same road424Embed
Cleanin’ Out My Closet Lyrics Wheres my snare? I have no snare in my headphones There you go Yeah Yo, yo Have you ever been hated or discriminated against? I have, I been protested and demonstrated against Picket signs for my wicked rhymes, look at the times Sick is the mind of the motherfuckin kid thats behind All this commotion, emotions run deep as oceans, explodin Tempers flarin from parents, just blow em off and keep goin Not takin nothin from no one, give em hell long as Im breathin Keep kickin ass in the morning and takin names in the evenin Leave em with a taste as sour as vinegar in they mouth See, they can trigger me, but theyll never figure me out Look at me now! I bet youre prolly sick of me now Aint you, Mama? Ima make you look so ridiculous now! Im sorry, Mama I never meant to hurt you I never meant to make you cry But tonight Im cleanin out my closet I said Im sorry, Mama I never meant to hurt you I never meant to make you cry But tonight Im cleanin out my closet I got some skeletons in my closet and I dont know if no one knows it So before they throw me inside my coffin and close it Ima expose it; Ill take you back to 73 Before I ever had a multi-platinum-selling CD I was a baby, maybe I was just a couple of months My faggot father mustve had his panties up in a bunch ‘Cause he split, I wonder if he even kissed me goodbye No, I dont, on second thought, I just fuckin wished he would die I look at Hailie, and I couldnt picture leavin her side Even if I hated Kim, Id grit my teeth and Id try To make it work with her at least for Hailies sake, I maybe made some mistakes But Im only human, but Im man enough to face em today What I did was stupid, no doubt it was dumb But the smartest shit I did was take the bullets out of that gun ‘Cause Ida killed em, shit, I woulda shot Kim and him both Its my life, Id like to welcome yall to The Eminem Show Related Songs Im sorry, Mama I never meant to hurt you I never meant to make you cry But tonight Im cleanin out my closet I said Im sorry, Mama I never meant to hurt you I never meant to make you cry But tonight Im cleanin out my closet Now, I would never diss my own mama just to get recognition Take a second to listen fore you think this record is dissin But put yourself in my position, just try to envision Witnessin your mama poppin prescription pills in the kitchen Bitchin that someones always goin through her purse and shits missin Goin through public housing systems, victim of Münchausens Syndrome My whole life I was made to believe I was sick when I wasnt Til I grew up, now I blew up, it makes you sick to your stomach, doesnt it? Wasnt it the reason you made that CD for me, Ma? So you could try to justify the way you treated me, Ma? But guess what, youre gettin older now, and its cold when youre lonely And Nathans growin up so quick, hes gonna know that youre phony And Hailies gettin so big now, you should see her, shes beautiful But youll never see her, she wont even be at your funeral See, what hurts me the most is you wont admit you was wrong Bitch, do your song, keep tellin yourself that you was a mom! But how dare you try to take what you didnt help me to get?! You selfish bitch, I hope you fuckin burn in hell for this shit! Remember when Ronnie died and you said you wished it was me? Well, guess what? I am dead—dead to you as can be! Im sorry, Mama I never meant to hurt you I never meant to make you cry But tonight Im cleanin out my closet I said Im sorry, Mama I never meant to hurt you I never meant to make you cry But tonight Im cleanin out my closet228Embed
Forgot About Dre Lyrics Yall know me, still the same OG But I been low-key Hated on by most these niggas With no cheese, no deals and no Gs No wheels and no keys No boats, no snowmobiles, and no skis Mad at me cause I can finally afford to provide my family with groceries Got a crib with a studio and its all full of tracks To add to the wall full of plaques Hangin up in the office and back at my house like trophies Did yall think Ima let my dough freeze? Ho, please You better bow down on both knees Who you think taught you to smoke trees? Who you think brought you the oldies? Eazy-Es, Ice Cubes, and D.O.C.s The Snoop D-O-double-Gs And the group that said, Motherfuck the police! Gave you a tape full of dope beats To bump when you stroll through in your hood And when your album sales wasnt doin too good Whos the Doctor they told you to go see? Yall better listen up closely All you niggas that said that I turned pop or The Firm flopped Yall are the reason that Dre aint been gettin no sleep So fuck yall, all of yall! If yall dont like me, blow me! Yall are gon keep fuckin around with me and turn me back to the old me Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got somethin to say But nothin comes out when they move their lips Just a bunch of gibberish And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got somethin to say But nothin comes out when they move their lips Just a bunch of gibberish And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre So what do you say to somebody you hate Or anyone tryna bring trouble your way? Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way? Just study a tape of N.W.A One day I was walkin by With a Walkman on, when I caught a guy Gave me an awkward eye And strangled him up in the parking lot with his Karl Kani I dont give a fuck if its dark or not Im harder than me tryna park a Dodge When Im drunk as fuck Right next to a humongous truck in a two-car garage Hoppin out with two broken legs tryna walk it off Fuck you too, bitch, call the cops Ima kill you and them loud-ass motherfuckin barkin dogs And when the cops came through Me and Dre stood next to a burnt-down house With a can full of gas and a hand full of matches And still werent found out So from here on out, its the Chronic II Startin today and tomorrows anew And Im still loco enough to choke you to death with a Charleston Chew Chicka-chicka-chicka Slim Shady Hotter than a set of twin babies In a Mercedes Benz with the windows up When the temp goes up to the mid-80s Callin men ladies Sorry Doc, but I been crazy Theres no way that you can save me Its okay, go with him, Hailie Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got somethin to say But nothin comes out when they move their lips Just a bunch of gibberish And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got somethin to say But nothin comes out when they move their lips Just a bunch of gibberish And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre If it was up to me, you motherfuckersd stop Comin up to me with your hands out Lookin up to me like you want somethin free When my last CD was out, you werent bumpin me But now that I got this little company Everybody wanna come to me Like it was some disease, but you wont get a crumb from me Cause Im from the streets of C-Compton! I told em all All em little gangstas, who you think helped mold em all? Now you wanna run around talkin bout guns like I aint got none What, you think I sold em all Cause I stay well off? Now all I get is hate mail all day sayin Dre fell off What, cause I been in the lab With a pen and a pad tryin to get this damn label off? I aint havin that This is the millennium of Aftermath It aint gon be nothin after that So give me one more platinum plaque And fuck rap, you can have it back So wheres all the Mad Rappers at? Its like a jungle in this habitat But all you savage cats know that I was strapped with gats While you were cuddlin a Cabbage Patch Nowadays, everybody wanna talk Like they got somethin to say But nothin comes out when they move their lips Just a bunch of gibberish And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre Nowadays, everybody wanna talk Like they got somethin to say But nothin comes out when they move their lips Just a bunch of gibberish And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got somethin to say But nothin comes out when they move their lips Just a bunch of gibberish And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre313Embed
No Love Lyrics Love, love Love, love, love Dont hurt me Dont hurt me no more Young Money, yeah No more Uh Love Throw dirt on me and grow a wildflower But its Fuck the world, get a child out her Yeah, my life a bitch, but you know nothing bout her Been to hell and back, I can show you vouchers Im rollin Sweets, Im smokin sour Married to the game, but she broke her vows Thats why my bars are full of broken bottles And my nightstands are full of open Bibles Uh, I think about more than I forget But I dont go around fire expectin not to sweat And these niggas know I lay em down, make your bed Bitches try to kick me while Im down, Ill break your leg Money outweighin problems on a triple beam Im stickin to the script, you niggas skippin scenes Uh, be good or be good at it Fuckin right, I got my gun, semi-Cartermatic Yeah, put a dick in they mouth, so I guess its fuck what they say Im high as a bitch, up, up and away, man, Ill come down in a couple of days Okay, you want me up in the cage? Then Ill come out in beast mode I got this world stuck in the safe, combination is the G code Its Weezy, motherfucker, Blood gang, and Im in bleed mode All about my dough, but I dont even check the peephole So you can keep knockin, but wont knock me down No love lost, no love found Its a little too late to say that youre sorry now You kicked me when I was down But what you say just dont Thats right, it dont And I dont need you Dont wanna see you Ha, bitch, you get no You showed me nothing but hate You ran me into the ground But what comes around goes around And I dont need you Thats right, you dont And I dont need you Dont wanna see you Ha, bitch, you get No! No! No! Ha, bitch, you get No! No! And I dont need you Get em! Im alive again More alive than I have been in my whole entire life, I can See these peoples ears perk up as I begin To spaz with the pen Uh, Im a little bit sicker than most Shits finna get thick again They say the competition is stiff But I get a hard dick from this shit, now stick it in I aint never giving in again Caution to the wind, complete freedom Look at these rappers, how I treat em So why the fuck would I join em when I beat em? They call me a freak, cause I like to spit on these pussies fore I eat em Man, get these wack cocksuckers off stage! Where the fuck is Kanye when you need him? Snatch the mic from em, bitch, Ima let you finish in a minute Yeah, that rap was tight, but Im Bout to spit the greatest verse of all time So you might want to go back to the lab tonight and, um Scribble out them rhymes you were gonna spit And start over from scratch and write new ones But Im afraid that it aint gonna make no difference When I rip this stage and tear it in half tonight Its an adrenaline rush to feel the bass thump From the place all the way to the parking lot, fellow Set fire to the mic and ignite the crowd You can see the sparks from hot metal Cold-hearted, from the day I Bogarted The game, my soul started to rot, fellow When Im not even in my harshest You can still get roasted, cause Marsh is not mellow Til Im topplin from the top, Im not gonna stop Im standin on my Monopoly board That means Im on top of my game And it dont stop til my hip dont hop anymore When youre so good that you cant say it Cause it aint even cool for you to sound cocky anymore People just get sick cause you spit These fools cant drool or dribble a drop anymore And you can never break my stride Youll never slow the momentum at any moment, Im bout to blow Youll never take my pride Killin the flow, slow venom and the opponent is gettin no Mercy, mark my words Aint lettin up, relentless, I smell blood I dont give a fuck, keep givin them hell Where was you when I fell and needed help up? You get no love Its a little too late to say that youre sorry now You kicked me when I was down But what you say just dont Yeah, thats right, it dont And I dont need you Dont wanna see you Ha, bitch, you get no You showed me nothing but hate You ran me into the ground But what comes around goes around And I dont need you Thats right, you dont And I dont need you Dont wanna see you Ha, bitch, you get No! No! No! Ha, bitch, you get No! No! And I dont need you Ha, bitch, you get 325Embed
Beautiful Lyrics Lately Ive been hard to reach Ive been too long on my own Everybody has a private world where they can be alone Are you calling me? Are you tryin to get through? Are you reaching out for me? Im reaching out for you Im just so fucking depressed I just cant seem to get out this slump If I could just get over this hump But I need something to pull me out this dump I took my bruises, took my lumps Fell down then I got right back up But I need that spark to get psyched back up In order for me to pick the mic back up I dont know how or why or when I ended up in this position Im in Im starting to feel distant again So I decided just to pick this pen Up and try to make an attempt To vent, but I just cant admit Or come to grips with the fact that I may be done with rap, I need a new outlet And I know some shits so hard to swallow But I just cant sit back and wallow In my own sorrow, but I know one fact: Ill be one tough act to follow One tough act to follow Ill be one tough act to follow Here today, gone tomorrow But youd have to walk a thousand miles— In my shoes, just to see What its like to be me Ill be you, lets trade shoes Just to see what itd be like to Feel your pain, you feel mine Go inside each others minds Just to see what we find Look at shit through each others eyes But dont let em say you aint beautiful, oh They can all get fucked, just stay true to you, so Dont let em say you aint beautiful, oh They can all get fucked, just stay true to you, so I think Im startin to lose my sense of humor Everythings so tense and gloom I almost feel like I gotta check the temperature Of the room, just as soon as I walk in, its like all eyes on me So I try to avoid any eye contact Cause if I do that, then it opens a door For conversation like I want that Im not lookin for extra attention I just wanna be just like you Blend in with the rest of the room Maybe just point me to the closest restroom I dont need no fuckin man servant Tryna follow me around and wipe my ass Laugh at every single joke I crack And half of em aint even funny, like, Ha! Marshall, youre so funny, man You should be a comedian, goddamn! Unfortunately I am I just hide behind the tears of a clown So why dont you all sit down? Listen to the tale Im about to tell Hell, we dont gotta trade our shoes And you aint gotta walk no thousand miles— In my shoes, just to see What its like to be me Ill be you, lets trade shoes Just to see what itd be like to Feel your pain, you feel mine Go inside each others minds Just to see what we find Look at shit through each others eyes But dont let em say you aint beautiful, oh They can all get fucked, just stay true to you, so Dont let em say you aint beautiful, oh They can all get fucked, just stay true to you, so Nobody asked for life to deal us With these bullshit hands were dealt We gotta take these cards ourselves And flip em, dont expect no help Now, I couldve either just sat On my ass and pissed and moaned Or take this situation in which Im placed in And get up and get my own I was never the type of kid To wait by the door and pack his bags And sat on the porch and hoped and prayed For a dad to show up who never did I just wanted to fit in In every single place, every school I went I dreamed of being that cool kid Even if it meant actin stupid Aunt Edna always told me: Keep making that face, itll get stuck like that. Meanwhile, Im just standin there Holdin my tongue, tryin to talk like this Til I stuck my tongue on that frozen Stop sign pole at eight-years-old I learned my lesson then, cause I wasnt Tryin to impress my friends no mo But I already told you my whole life story Not just based on my description Cause where you see it from where youre sittin Its probably a 110% different I guess we would have to walk a Mile in each others shoes at least What size you wear? I wear 10s Lets see if you can fit your feet— In my shoes, just to see What its like to be me Ill be you, lets trade shoes Just to see what itd be like to Feel your pain, you feel mine Go inside each others minds Just to see what we find Look at shit through each others eyes But dont let em say you aint beautiful, oh They can all get fucked, just stay true to you, so Dont let em say you aint beautiful, oh They can all get fucked, just stay true to you, so Lately Ive been hard to reach Ive been too long on my own Everybody has a private world Where they can be alone Are you calling me? Are you trying to get through? Are you reaching out for me? Im reaching out for you Yeah To my babies: Stay strong Your Dadll be home soon And to the rest of the world: God gave you shoes To fit you So put em on and wear em Be yourself, man Be proud of who you are Even if it sounds corny Dont never let no one tell you You aint beautiful 368Embed
Superman Lyrics Mhmmm inhales You high, baby? Yeah, hahahaha Yeah? Talk to me You want me to tell you something? Uh-huh I know what you wanna hear Cause I know you want me, baby, I think I want you too I think I love you too Im here to save you, girl, come be in Shadys world I wanna grow together, lets let our love unfurl You know you want me, baby, you know I want you too They call me Superman, Im here to rescue you I wanna save you, girl, come be in Shadys world Bitch, you make me hurl They call me Superman Leap tall hoes in a single bound Im single now: got no ring on this finger now Id never let another chick bring me down In a relationship; save it, bitch! Babysit? You make me sick Superman aint savin shit Girl, you can jump on Shadys dick Straight from the hip, cut to the chase I tell a muhfuckin slut to her face Play no games, say no names Ever since I broke up with whats-her-face Im a different man, kiss my ass Kiss my lips? Bitch, why ask? Kiss my dick, get my cash? Id rather have you whip my ass Dont put out? Ill put you out Wont get out? Ill push you out Puss blew out, poppin shit Wouldnt piss on fire to put you out Am I too nice? Buy you ice? Bitch, if you died, wouldnt buy you life What, you tryin to be my new wife? What, you Mariah? Fly through twice But I do know one thing though Bitches, they come, they go Saturday through Sunday, Monday Monday through Sunday, yo Maybe Ill love you one day Maybe well someday grow Til then just sit your drunk ass on that fuckin runway, ho ‘Cause I cant be your Superman, cant be your Superman Cant be your Superman, cant be your Superman I cant be your Superman, cant be your Superman Cant be your Superman, your Superman, your Superman Dont get me wrong, I love these hoes Its no secret, everybody knows Yeah, we fucked—bitch, so what? Thats about as far as your buddy goes Well be friends, Ill call you again Ill chase you around every bar you attend Never know what kinda car Ill be in Well see how much youll be partyin then You dont want that, neither do I I dont wanna flip when I see you with guys Too much pride, between you and I Not a jealous man, but females lie But I guess thats just what sluts do How could it ever be just us two? Id never love you enough to trust you We just met and I just fucked you But I do know one thing though Bitches, they come, they go Saturday through Sunday, Monday Monday through Sunday, yo Maybe Ill love you one day Maybe well someday grow Til then just sit your drunk ass on that fuckin runway, ho ‘Cause I cant be your Superman, cant be your Superman Cant be your Superman, cant be your Superman I cant be your Superman, cant be your Superman Cant be your Superman, your Superman, your Superman ‘Cause I cant be your Superman, cant be your Superman Cant be your Superman, cant be your Superman I cant be your Superman, cant be your Superman Cant be your Superman, your Superman, your Superman Cause I know you want me, baby, I think I want you too I think I love you too Im here to save you, girl, come be in Shadys world I wanna grow together, lets let our love unfurl You know you want me, baby, you know I want you too They call me Superman, Im here to rescue you I wanna save you, girl, come be in Shadys world Bitch, you make me hurl First thing you say: Im not fazed I hang around big stars all day I dont see what the big deal is anyway Youre just plain old Marshall to me Ooh yeah, girl, run that game Hailie Jade, I love that name Love that tattoo, whats that say? Rot In Pieces, uh, thats great First off, you dont know Marshall At all, so dont grow partial Thats ammo for my arsenal Ill slap you off that bar stool There goes another lawsuit Leave handprints all across you Good Lordy, whoadie You must be gone off that water bottle You want what you cant have Ooh girl, thats too damn bad Dont touch what you cant grab End up with two backhands Put anthrax on a Tampax And slap you til you cant stand Girl, you just blew your chance Dont mean to ruin your plans But I do know one thing though Bitches, they come, they go Saturday through Sunday, Monday Monday through Sunday, yo Maybe Ill love you one day Maybe well someday grow Til then just sit your drunk ass on that fuckin runway, ho ‘Cause I cant be your Superman, cant be your Superman Cant be your Superman, cant be your Superman I cant be your Superman, cant be your Superman Cant be your Superman, your Superman, your Superman ‘Cause I cant be your Superman, cant be your Superman Cant be your Superman, cant be your Superman I cant be your Superman, cant be your Superman Cant be your Superman, your Superman, your Superman Cause I know you want me, baby, I think I want you too I think I love you too Im here to save you, girl, come be in Shadys world I wanna grow together, lets let our love unfurl You know you want me, baby, you know I want you too They call me Superman, Im here to rescue you I wanna save you, girl, come be in Shadys world Bitch, you make me hurl ‘Cause I cant be your Superman, cant be your Superman Cant be your Superman, cant be your Superman I cant be your Superman, cant be your Superman Cant be your Superman, your Superman, your Superman ‘Cause I cant be your Superman, cant be your Superman Cant be your Superman, cant be your Superman I cant be your Superman, cant be your Superman Cant be your Superman, your Superman, your Superman173Embed
Headlights Lyrics Mom, I know I let you down And though you say the days are happy Why is the power off and Im fucked up? And, Mom, I know hes not around But dont you place the blame on me As you pour yourself another drink, yeah I guess we are who we are Headlights shining in the dark night, I drive on Maybe we took this too far I went in headfirst, never thinkin about who what I said hurt In what verse, my mom probably got it the worst The brunt of it, but as stubborn as we are, did I take it too far? Cleanin Out My Closet and all them other songs But regardless, I dont hate you ‘cause, Ma Youre still beautiful to me, ‘cause youre my mom Though far be it from you to be calm Our house was Vietnam, Desert Storm And both of us put together could form an atomic bomb Equivalent to chemical warfare And forever we could drag this on and on But agree to disagree, that gift for me Up under the Christmas tree dont mean shit to me Youre kickin me out? Its fifteen degrees And its Christmas Eve, Little prick, just leave! Ma, let me grab my fucking coat! Anything to have each others goats Why we always at each others throats? Especially when Dad, he fucked us both Were in the same fuckin boat Youd think thatd make us close Further away it drove us, but together, headlights shine And a car full of belongings, still got a ways to go Back to grandmas house, its straight up the road And I was the man of the house, the oldest So my shoulders carried the weight of the load Then Nate got taken away by the state at eight-years-old And thats when I realized you were sick And it wasnt fixable or changeable And to this day we remain estranged, and I hate it though, but— I guess we are who we are Headlights shining in the dark night, I drive on Maybe we took this too far ‘Cause to this day we remain estranged and I hate it though ‘Cause you aint even get to witness your grandbabies grow But Im sorry, Mama, for Cleanin Out My Closet At the time I was angry, rightfully? Maybe so Never meant that far to take it, though ‘Cause now I know its not your fault, and Im not makin jokes That song I no longer play at shows And I cringe every time its on the radio And I think of Nathan being placed in a home And all the medicine you fed us and How I just wanted you to taste your own But now the medications takin over And your mental states deterioratin slow And Im way too old to cry, this shit is painful, though But, Ma, I forgive you, so does Nathan, yo All you did, all you said, you did your best to raise us both Foster care, that cross you bear, few may be as heavy as yours But I love you, Debbie Mathers Oh, what a tangled web we have ‘cause One thing I never asked was Where the fuck my deadbeat dad was Fuck it, I guess he had trouble keepin up with every address But Ida flipped every mattress, every rock and desert cactus Owned a collection of maps And followed my kids to the edge of the atlas If someone ever moved em from me That you coulda bet your asses If I had to come down the chimney, dressed as Santa, kidnap em And although one has only met their grandma once You pulled up in our drive one night As we were leavin to get some hamburgers Me, her and Nate, we introduced you, hugged you And as you left, I had this overwhelming sadness Come over me as we pulled off to go our separate paths and I saw your headlights as I looked back And Im mad I didnt get the chance to Thank you for being my mom and my dad So, Mom, please accept this as a Tribute; I wrote this on the jet, I guess I had to Get this off my chest, I hope I get the chance to Lay it fore Im dead, the stewardess said to fasten My seatbelt, I guess were crashin So, if Im not dreamin, I hope you get this message that I will always love you from afar, ‘cause youre my mom I guess we are who we are Headlights shining in the dark night, I drive on Maybe we took this too far I want a new life One without a cause So Im coming home tonight Well, no matter what the cost And if the plane goes down Or if the crew cant wake me up Well, just know that Im alright I was not afraid to die Oh, even if theres songs to sing Well, my children will carry me Just know that Im alright I was not afraid to die Because I put my faith in my little girls So Ill never say goodbye cruel world Just know that Im alright I am not afraid to die I guess we are who we are Headlights shining in the dark night, I drive on Maybe we took this too far I want a new life 637Embed
Survival Lyrics Yeah! This is survival of the fittest This is do or die This is the winner takes it all So, take it all, a-all, a-all, a-all Wasnt ready to be no millionaire, I was ill-prepared I was prepared to be ill though, the skill was there From the beginning it wasnt bout the ends, it was bout Bustin raps and standin for somethin, fuck an acronym Cut the fuckin act like youre happy, Im fuckin back again With another anthem – why stop when it doesnt have to end? It aint over til I say its over, enough when I say enough Throw me to them wolves and close the gate up, Im afraid of Whatll happen to them wolves when the thought of being thrown Into an alligator pit, I salivate at it, wait is up Hands up like its 12 noon, nah, homie, hold them bitches straighter up Wave em til you dislocate a rotator cuff Came up rough, came to ruffle feathers, nah, egos, I aint deflate enough Last chance to make this whole stadium erupt, cause— This is survival of the fittest This is do or die This is the winner takes it all So, take it all, a-all, a-all, a-all I can see the finish line with each line that I finish Im so close to my goals, I can almost pole vault over the goal post And if I dont got enough in the tank, maybe I can just siphon enough To fill up this last can, man, will I survive in this climate or what? They said I was washed-up and got a bloodbath Im not a rapper, Im an adapter: I can adjust Plus, I can just walk up to a mic and just bust So, floors open if youd like to discuss Top 5 in this muhfucka, and if I dont make the cut What? Like I give a fuck! Ima light this bitch up like Im driving a truck Through the side of a pump, zero to sixty, hop in and gun it Like G-Unit without the hyphen, Im hyping em up And if there should ever come a time where my lifes in a rut And I look like I might just give up, eh, mightve mistook Me for bowin out, I aint takin a bow, Im stabbin myself With a fuckin knife in the gut while Im wipin my butt Cause I just shitted on the mic and I like gettin cut I get excited at the sight of my blood, youre in a fight with a nut Cause Ima fight til I die or win, bitin the dust Itll just make me angrier; wait, let me remind you of what Got me this far, picture me quittin Now draw a circle around it and put a line through it, slut! Its survival of what? This is survival of the fittest This is do or die This is the winner takes it all So, take it all, a-all, a-all, a-all So, take it all, a-all, a-all, a-all So, get your ideas, stack your ammo But dont come unless you come to battle, now mount up, jump in the saddle This is it—its what you eat, sleep, piss and shit Live, breathe, your whole existence just consists of this Refuse to quit, fuse is lit, cant defuse the wick I dont do this music shit, Ill lose my shit Aint got shit to lose, its the moment of truth, its all I know how to do As soon as I get thrown in a booth, I spit But my respect is overdue, Im showin you the flow no one do Cause I dont own no diploma for school, I quit So theres nothin for me to fall back on, I know no other trade So you better trade your fuckin mics in for some tool-box-es Cause youll never take my pride from me, itll have to be pried from me So, pull out your pliers and your screwdrivers! But I want you to doubt me, I dont want you to buh-lieve Cause this is somethin that I must use to succeed And if you dont like me, then fuck you! Self-esteem Must be fuckin shootin through the roof, cause trust me My skin is too thick and bulletproof to touch me I can see why the fuck I disgust you, I must be Allergic to failure, cause everytime I come close to it I just sneeze, but I just go achoo then a-chieve! This is survival of the fittest This is do or die This is the winner takes it all So, take it all, a-all, a-all, a-all So, take it all, a-all, a-all, a-all313Embed
Chicago Freestyle Lyrics Two-thirty, baby, wont you meet me by The Bean? Too early, maybe later you can show me things You know what it is whenever I visit Windy city, she blowin me kisses, no Thirty degrees, way too cold, so hold me tight Will I see you at the show tonight? Will I see you at the show tonight? Ayy, truck to the plane to the truck Truck to the hotel lobby Me, I go through underground garages Presidential suite on deposit Elevator up to the room Shower up and then we hit the club Touch down, gotta see whats up Area code in my phone What numbers do I still have? Who do I know from the past? Hit one, she say she got a man Hit another one, it goes green Mustve changed phones on the team Member when you let me in between That was 2017 All good, Chubbs will look around Find one that seem my type That my dawg and he know what I like He done found me plenty in my life Problem is, I meet a girl tonight Then I go and treat her too nice Galleria credit card swipes I dont even know if she a wife But I do know one thing though Women, they come they go Saturday through Sunday, Monday Monday through Sunday, yo Maybe Ill love you one day Maybe well someday grow Til then, Ill sit my drunk ass on that runway On this one way Two-thirty, baby, wont you meet me by The Bean? Too early, maybe later you can show me things You know what it is whenever I visit Windy city, she blowin me kisses, no Thirty degrees, way too cold, so hold me tight Will I see you at the show tonight? Will I see you at the show tonight? Jewelry in the safe on arrival Pistol on J for survival Lot of people gunnin for the title Lot of people tryna take us viral Im just tryin to have a nice night though Waiter brought the check for the meal She said, Babe, I think there was a typo Nah, girl, I got it, thats light though I could show you bigger things than that Its gon be a minute til Im back Let me give you images that last AMEX had a limit in the past I had plenty women in the past I done plenty sinnin in the past You dont need to know, but you can ask Stickin on your backstage pass All access cause you bad You could go wherever with that ass Show to the shower to the truck Truck to the club for the party You go in first with your girls Cause I dont know whos out there watchin But I do know one thing though Women, they come they go Saturday through Sunday, Monday Monday, Sunday, yo Maybe Ill love you one day Maybe well someday grow Til then, Ill sit my drunk ass on that runway On this one way Two-thirty, baby, wont you meet me by The Bean? Too early, maybe later you can show me things You know what it is whenever I visit Windy city, she blowin me kisses, no Thirty degrees, way too cold, so hold me tight Will I see you at the show tonight? Will I see you at the show tonight?95Embed
Greatest Lyrics Motherfuckers talkin crazy Sayin’ I should quit I fuckin tell em make me Eat a fuckin’ dick Im feelin like the greatest On the beat who ever did it Mike WiLL the one who made it Its Shady on the lyrics Im somewhat outlandish they say You say were cut from the same cloth But I guess you fabricate, eh? You better bring more men than the Latter Day Saints Manic states, Stephen Paddock with automatic stay sprayin At anything that may stand in they way As I stand at the bay window with a hand grenade And a trey eight, at the Mandalay Bay Common sense, Im a dollar short and a day late James Holmes at the Saturday Batman matinee Must have missed my CAT scan that day I just threw a Tampax at Dre Trashcan, Tascam and ashtray I’m turnin’ back to a madman, cant take Anymore but I try to get away from the anger and rage My basal ganglia’s an A to the K Get your ass sprayed like bidets Breakin your legs eight different ways, ankle to waist You chumps dont even know how to do somethin To give goosebumps a day when you say That somethin’ you wrote gave someone a lump in their throat Or you had them choked up, youd be yankin my chain Feel like Im headed for the padded cell, the Bar for me when I rap isnt fair but Guess thats the standard Im held to But if somethin like that doesnt tell ya You set a mark too high when platinum sales are looked at as a failure Then you better take it back to The Shelter and Hamburger Helper Cause, damn it, Im still the Greatest in the world Greatest in the world Greatest in the world No lie, I might be The best to ever do it The best to ever do it The best to ever do it I feel like the greatest Woke up to honkies sounding like me Never be as good Never be as good Wife-beaters, white t-shirts, what? But Im the greatest So you sold ten million albums, eh? Only problem is, you put out ten million albums, eh? What was I just about to say? Oh yeah, let me get this out the way I know theres people that are pissed about the way I mispronounced a name, Die Antwoord! Fuck, I still cant say this shit, but how quickly they forget Who the fuck I was; now Ninja try to duck my slugs You let ya girl get fucked by Muggs Id like to give a shout to Cypress This cant be real, you dissed me and I was just tryin to Give you a shout—now get the fuck out my rhyme book No more shiners, already too much time took And rappers I hear you talkin shit Im just too big to respond to it God forbid I forget though, and jump out the window Somebody better child-proof it Cause if I lose it we can rewind to some old Ja Rule shit And I can remind motherfuckers how I do shit You dont got the tools I got in my toolkit I bullshit you not, yall fools just forgot That Im so fuckin awful with the thoughts And when Im hostile and impossible to stop So you can call it a nostril cause its not gonna ever Ill never let up on the pedal, might as well get the mop Cause Im wipin up everyone in this genre Cause on the mic I feel like Im the Greatest in the world Greatest in the world Greatest in the world No lie, I might be The best to ever do it The best to ever do it The best to ever do it I feel like the greatest Woke up to honkies sounding like me Never be as good Never be as good Wife-beaters, white t-shirts, what? But Im the greatest Oh yeah, and one more thing I want to mention Is youre one dimension Im a monkey wrench and I can flunk detention And I love contentions, so welcome to the gun convention Muscles flexin, gotta strut like a front suspension And you just stuck the key up in the ignition And gave me enough gas to flood my engine Psychopath, Michael Jacks blowin up like a raft I should slap Vlad with a ISIS flag Bet you I come back twice as bad Revival didnt go viral! Denaun and Royce tell me that I should take the high road Fuck that, Im finna hit back Til I run out of gunpowder and split the scene Hold the mic similar to pistol, squeeze And I shoot from the hip when I grip them things And my lips are the clips, got the Sig lit like its nicotine Trigger me and Slim gets mean Bars are like bullets when I spit them schemes Thats why I call the motherfuckers M16s Float like a butterfly, Im gonna sting like a bee You aint harmin a thing I hit a ding hard as Im gonna swing Im gonna need to put my arm in a sling But like a wedding band You gotta be diamond to even climb in the ring Anomaly, Im Muhammad Ali Cause I knew one day Im gonna be the Greatest in the world Greatest in the world Greatest in the world No lie, I might be The best to ever do it The best to ever do it The best to ever do it I feel like the greatest Woke up to honkies sounding like me Never be as good Never be as good Wife-beaters, white t-shirts, what? But Im the greatest254Embed
When I’m Gone Lyrics Yeah, its my life In my own words, I guess Have you ever loved someone so much, youd give an arm for? Not the expression, no, literally give an arm for When they know theyre your heart and you know you are their armor And you will destroy anyone who would try to harm her But what happens when karma turns right around to bite you? And everything you stand for turns on you to spite you? What happens when you become the main source of her pain? Daddy, look what I made! Dads gotta go catch a plane Daddy, wheres Mommy? I cant find Mommy, where is she? I dont know, go play, Hailie, baby, your daddys busy Daddys writin a song, this song aint gon write itself Ill give you one underdog, then you gotta swing by yourself Then turn right around on that song and tell her you love her And put hands on her mother whos a spitting image of her Thats Slim Shady, yeah, baby, Slim Shadys crazy Shady made me, but tonight Shadys rock-a-bye baby, ha And when Im gone, just carry on, dont mourn Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice Just know that Im lookin down on you smilin And I didnt feel a thing So, baby, dont feel no pain, just smile back And when Im gone, just carry on, dont mourn Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice Just know that Im lookin down on you smilin And I didnt feel a thing So, baby, dont feel my pain, just smile back I keep havin this dream, Im pushin Hailie on the swing She keeps screamin she dont want me to sing Youre makin Mommy cry, why? Why is Mommy cryin? Baby, Daddy aint leavin no more Daddy, youre lyin! You always say that, you always say this is the last time But you aint leavin no more, Daddy, youre mine! Shes pilin boxes in front of the door, tryna block it Daddy, please! Daddy, dont leave! Daddy, no, stop it! Goes in her pocket, pulls out a tiny necklace locket Its got a picture, Thisll keep you safe, Daddy, take it wit ya! I look up, its just me standin in the mirror These fuckin walls must be talkin cause, man, I can hear em Theyre sayin, You got one more chance to do right and its tonight Now go out there and show em that you love em fore its too late. And just as I go to walk out of my bedroom door It turns to a stage, theyre gone and the spotlight is on and Im singin And when Im gone, just carry on, dont mourn Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice Just know that Im lookin down on you smilin And I didnt feel a thing So, baby, dont feel no pain, just smile back And when Im gone, just carry on, dont mourn Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice Just know that Im lookin down on you smilin And I didnt feel a thing So, baby, dont feel my pain, just smile back Sixty-thousand people all jumpin out their seat The curtain closes, theyre throwin roses at my feet I take a bow and Thank you all for comin out Theyre screamin so loud, I take one last look at the crowd I glance down, I dont believe what Im seein Daddy, its me! Help Mommy, her wrists are bleedin! But baby, were in Sweden, how did you get to Sweden? I followed you, Daddy, you told me that you werent leavin You lied to me, Dad, and now you made Mommy sad And I bought you this coin, it says Number One Dad Thats all I wanted, I just wanna give you this coin I get the point, fine, me and Mommy are goin. But baby, wait! – Its too late, Dad, you made the choice Now go up there and show em that you love em more than us Thats what they want, they want you, Marshall, they keep Screamin your name, its no wonder you cant go to sleep Just take another pill, yeah, I bet you you will You rap about it, yeah, word, kid, keep it real. I hear applause, all this time I couldnt see How could it be that the curtain is closin on me? I turn around, find a gun on the ground, cock it Put it to my brain, scream, Die, Shady! and pop it The sky darkens, my life flashes, the plane that I was Supposed to be on crashes and burns to ashes Thats when I wake up, alarm clocks ringin, theres birds singin Its spring and Hailies outside swingin I walk right up to Kim and kiss her, tell her I miss her Hailie just smiles and winks at her little sister, almost as if to say And when Im gone, just carry on, dont mourn Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice Just know that Im lookin down on you smilin And I didnt feel a thing So, baby, dont feel no pain, just smile back And when Im gone, just carry on, dont mourn Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice Just know that Im lookin down on you smilin And I didnt feel a thing So, baby, dont feel my pain, just smile back Curtains closing341Embed
My Name Is Lyrics Hi, my name is, what? My name is, who? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady Hi, my name is, huh? My name is, what? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady Hi, my name is, what? My name is, who? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady Hi, my name is, huh? My name is, what? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady Hi, kids, do you like violence? Wanna see me stick nine-inch nails through each one of my eyelids? Wanna copy me and do exactly like I did? Try cid and get fucked up worse than my life is? My brains dead weight, Im tryna get my head straight But I cant figure out which Spice Girl I want to impregnate And Dr. Dre said, Slim Shady, you a basehead Then whys your face red? Man, you wasted Well, since age 12, I felt like Im someone else Cause I hung my original self from the top bunk with a belt Got pissed off and ripped Pamela Lees tits off And smacked her so hard I knocked her clothes backwards like Kris Kross I smoke a fat pound of grass, and fall on my ass Faster than a fat bitch who sat down too fast Come here, slut; Shady, wait a minute, thats my girl, dawg I dont give a fuck, God sent me to piss the world off Hi, my name is, what? My name is, who? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady Hi, my name is, huh? My name is, what? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady Hi, my name is, what? My name is, who? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady Hi, my name is, huh? My name is, what? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady My English teacher wanted to flunk me in junior high Thanks a lot, next semester Ill be 35 I smacked him in his face with an eraser, chased him with a stapler And stapled his nuts to a stack of paper Walked in the strip club, had my jacket zipped up Flashed the bartender, then stuck my dick in the tip cup Extraterrestrial, running over pedestrians in a spaceship While theyre screaming at me, Lets just be friends 99 percent of my life, I was lied to I just found out my mom does more dope than I do I told her Id grow up to be a famous rapper Make a record about doin drugs and name it after her You know you blew up when the women rush your stands And try to touch your hands like some screamin Usher fans This guy at White Castle asked for my autograph So I signed it, Dear Dave, thanks for the support, asshole Hi, my name is, huh? My name is, who? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady Hi, my name is, what? My name is, who? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady Hi, my name is, huh? My name is, who? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady Hi, my name is, what? My name is, who? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady Stop the tape, this kid needs to be locked away Dr. Dre, dont just stand there, operate Im not ready to leave, its too scary to die Ill have to be carried inside the cemetery and buried alive Am I comin or goin? I can barely decide I just drank a fifth of vodka, dare me to drive? All my life I was very deprived I aint had a woman in years and my palms are too hairy to hide Clothes ripped like the Incredible Hulk I spit when I talk, Ill fuck anything that walks When I was little, I used to get so hungry I would throw fits How you gonna breastfeed me, Mom? You aint got no tits I lay awake and strap myself in the bed With a bulletproof vest on and shoot myself in the head Cause Im steamin mad And by the way, when you see my dad Tell him that I slit his throat in this dream I had Hi, my name is, what? My name is, who? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady Hi, my name is, huh? My name is, what? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady Hi, my name is, who? My name is, huh? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady Hi, my name is, huh? My name is, who? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady200Embed
The Way I Am Lyrics ...Man, whatever Dre, just let it run Ayo, turn the beat up a little bit Ayo This song is for anyone Fuck it, shut up and listen Ayo I sit back with this pack of Zig-Zags and this bag Of this weed, it gives me the shit needed to be The most meanest MC on this, on this Earth And since birth Ive been cursed with this curse to just curse And just blurt this berserk and bizarre shit that works And it sells and it helps in itself to relieve All this tension, dispensin these sentences Gettin this stress thats been eatin me recently off Of this chest and I rest again peacefully But at least have the decency in you To leave me alone, when you freaks see me out In the streets when Im eatin or feedin my daughter To not come and speak to me , I dont know you And no, I dont owe you a motherfuckin thing Im not Mr. NSync, Im not what your friends think Im not Mr. Friendly, I can be a prick If you tempt me, my tank is on empty No patience is in me and if you offend me Im liftin you ten feet in the air I dont care who was there and who saw me just jaw you Go call you a lawyer, file you a lawsuit Ill smile in the courtroom and buy you a wardrobe Im tired of all you , I dont mean to be mean But thats all I can be, its just me And I am whatever you say I am If I wasnt, then why would I say I am? In the paper, the news, every day I am Radio wont even play my jam Cause I am whatever you say I am If I wasnt, then why would I say I am? In the paper, the news, every day I am I dont know, thats just the way I am Sometimes I just feel like my father, I hate to be bothered With all of this nonsense, its constant And, Oh, its his lyrical content The song Guilty Conscience has gotten such rotten responses And all of this controversy circles me And it seems like the media immediately Points a finger at me So I point one back at em, but not the index or pinkie Or the ring or the thumb, its the one you put up When you dont give a fuck, when you wont just put up With the bullshit they pull, cause they full of shit too When a dudes gettin bullied and shoots up his school And they blame it on Marilyn and the heroin Where were the parents at? And look where its at! Middle America, now its a tragedy Now its so sad to see, an upper-class city Havin this happenin then attack Eminem cause I rap this way but Im glad Cause they feed me the fuel that I need for the fire to burn And its burnin, and I have returned And I am whatever you say I am If I wasnt, then why would I say I am? In the paper, the news, every day I am Radio wont even play my jam Cause I am whatever you say I am If I wasnt, then why would I say I am? In the paper, the news, every day I am I dont know, thats just the way I am Im so sick and tired of bein admired That I wish that I would just die or get fired And dropped from my label, lets stop with the fables Im not gonna be able to top a My Name Is And pigeon-holed into some poppy sensation To cop me rotation at rock n roll stations And I just do not got the patience To deal with these cocky Caucasians Who think Im some wigger who just tries to be black cause I talk With an accent and grab on my balls so they always Keep askin the same fuckin questions What school did I go to, what hood I grew up in The why, the who, what, when, the where and the how Til Im grabbin my hair and Im tearin it out Cause they drivin me crazy , I cant take it Im racin, Im pacin, I stand and I sit And Im thankful for every fan that I get But I cant take a shit in the bathroom without Someone standin by it! No, I wont sign your autograph You can call me an asshole, Im glad Cause I am whatever you say I am If I wasnt, then why would I say I am? In the paper, the news, every day I am Radio wont even play my jam Cause I am whatever you say I am If I wasnt, then why would I say I am? In the paper, the news, every day I am I dont know, thats just the way I am 254Embed
No Favors Lyrics Make it, make it, make it, boy, we gotta make it You can save your hand, I aint gotta shake it Everything lined up for the takin And what I need from em? No favors Clique too big, bread gotta break it Cause these others lowkey with the snakin, fakin Everything lined up for the takin And what I need from em? No favors, no favors What I need? No favors Everything lined up for the takin And what I need from em? No favors Im about gettin the job done, boy up every night Im about rollin a seven when I toss up the dice Im about gettin my logo all flooded with ice Im about takin a risk that might fuck up your life Tell em point and shoot like camera crews In front of cameras too Damn, Sean, what happened to the humble attitude? Im like, Niggas took the flow, but Im still standin too. Thought I had the Midas touch, and then I went platinum too Motherfuck all your comparisons Ive been talkin to God like thats my therapist Im African-American in America, I aint inherit shit But a millionaire under 30 so He must be hearin shit Don, don, don life, I do this for the crib, the D to Flint Kids who get sick with lead, others get hit with the lead From where they need a handout, but they tell you put hands up Only deals I had was from the Sams Club Now its blue blood in my veins, though you know what I came for Born in a world goin where they told me I cant go In my lane though, Im in the same boat as Usain Bolt Get ahead by any means so the heads what I aim for When my grandma died I realized I got an angel Show me everythings a blessing dependin on the angles Look, I am the anomaly, never needed favors or apologies Thats my new lifetime policy Woodgrain steering wheel, this bitch feel like a pirate ship How many hot verses til you bitches start acknowledgin The pictures we been paintin? My nigga Connected to a higher power—how I know? Cause I dont write this shit: I think it, my nigga Look, all I ever did was beat the odds Cause when you try to get even it just dont even out Never stoppin like we hypnotized Watch what we visualize on the rise Be the G.O.A.T. while we alive; when we die, we gon be the gods Make it, make it, make it, boy, we gotta make it You can save your hand, I aint gotta shake it Everything lined up for the takin And what I need from em? No favors Clique too big, bread gotta break it Cause these others lowkey with the snakin, fakin Everything lined up for the takin And what I need from em? No favors, no favors If she was flavor, I wont save her No taste buds, ho, later! Fuck you lookin at, hater? I saw them eyes like an ass raper Try to copy my swag like a cheating classmate Ill be the last face you see fore you pass When you get your fuckin ass graded like a math paper So ahead of my time, late means Im early My age is reversing, Im basically thirty Amazingly sturdy, zany and wordy Brainy and nerdy, blatantly dirty Insanely perverted, rapey and scurvy They blame me for murdering Jamie Lee Curtis Said I put her face in the furnace, beat her with a space heater A piece of furniture, egg beater, thermos It may be disturbing, what Im sayings cringeworthy But Im urinating on Fergie, call Shady number 81 Surely Im turning into the Aaron Hernandez of rap State of emergency, the planets having panic attacks Bradys returning, matter of fact I may be deserving Of a pat on the back like a Patriots jersey Inexplicable stomach growl from the pit of it Like a fuckin Terrier hid in it Despicable, dumb it down, ridiculous Tongue is foul, shoot off at the fuckin mouth Like a missile, a thunder cloud Hundred pound pistol, pull the trigger, this gun will sound And youll get a round like Digital Underground And fuck Ann Coulter with a Klan poster With a lamp post, door handle, shutter A damn bolt cutter, a sandal, a can opener A candle, rubber, piano, a flannel, sucker Some hand soap, butter, a banjo and manhole cover Hand over the mouth and nose smother Trample ran over the tramp with the Land Rover The band, the Lambo, Hummer and Road Runner Go ham donut, or go Rambo, gut her, make an example of her Thats for Sandra Bland, ho, and Philando Hannibal on the lam, no wonder I am so stubborn Im anti, cant no government handle a commando Your man dont want it Trumps a bitch, Ill make his whole brand go under And tell Dre Im meeting him in L.A White Bronco like Elway, speeding Im bout to run over a chick, Del Rey CD in? Females stay beating em Bet you theyll lay bleeding, and yell, wait, pleading But screaming is pointless like feeding Michelle helium Leaving em pale-faced, medium-sized welt Straight treating em like a cellmate Seedy, Im climbing hells gate Bitch, Im like your problems: self-made Meaning someone elses help aint needed, cause Ima— Make it, make it, make it, boy, we gotta make it You can save your hand, I aint gotta shake it Everything lined up for the takin And what I need from em? No favors Clique too big, bread gotta break it Cause these others lowkey with the snakin, fakin Everything lined up for the takin And what I need from em? No favors, no favors What I need? No favors Everything lined up for the takin And what I need from em? No favors Hey, Im outside What are you doing here? 176Embed
Many Men Lyrics Man, we gotta go get somethin to eat Man, Im hungry as a motherfucker Ayo man, damn Whats takin homie so long, son? 50, calm down, he coming Ahh, ohh! What the fuck?! Ah, son, pull off, pull off Many men wish death upon me Blood in my eye, dawg, and I cant see Im tryin to be what Im destined to be And niggas tryin to take my life away I put a hole in a nigga for fuckin with me My back on the wall, now you gon see Better watch how you talk when you talk about me ‘Cause Ill come and take your life away Many men Many, many, many, many men Wish death pon me Lord, I dont cry no more Dont look to the sky no more Have mercy on me Now man, these pussy niggas puttin money on my head Go on and get your refund, motherfucker, I aint dead Im the diamond in the dirt that aint been found Im the underground king, and I aint been crowned When I rhyme, somethin special happened every time Im the greatest, somethin like Ali in his prime I walk the block with the bundles Ive been knocked on the humble Swing the ox when I rumble, show your ass what my gun do Got a temper, nigga, go head, lose your head Turn your back on me, get clapped and lose your legs I walk around, gun on my waist, chip on my shoulder Till I bust a clip in your face, pussy, this beef aint over Many men Many, many, many, many men Wish death pon me Lord, I dont cry no more Dont look to the sky no more Have mercy on me Have mercy on my soul Somewhere my heart turned cold Have mercy on many men Many, many, many, many men Wish death pon me Related Songs Sunny days wouldnt be special if it wasnt for rain Joy wouldnt feel so good if it wasnt for pain Death gotta be easy, ‘cause life is hard Itll leave you physically, mentally, and emotionally scarred This is for my niggas on the block twistin trees in cigars For the niggas on lock doin life behind bars I dont say Only God can judge me, ‘cause I see things clear Crooked-ass crackers will give my black-ass a hundred years Im like Paulie in Goodfellas, you can call me the Don Like Malcolm by any means with my gun in my palm Slim switched sides on me, let niggas ride on me I thought we was cool, why you want me to die, homie? Many men Many, many, many, many men Wish death pon me Lord, I dont cry no more Dont look to the sky no more Have mercy on me Have mercy on my soul Somewhere my heart turned cold Have mercy on many men Many, many, many, many men Wish death pon me Every night I talk to God, but he dont say nothin back I know he protectin me, but I still stay with my gat In my nightmares, niggas keep pullin TECs on me Psychic says some bitch done put a hex on me The feds didnt know much when Pac got shot I got a kite from the pens that told me Tut got knocked I aint gon spell it out for you mufuckas all the time Are you illiterate, nigga? You cant read between the lines? In the Bible, it says what goes around, comes around Hommo shot me, three weeks later he got shot down Now its clear that Im here for a real reason ‘Cause he got hit like I got hit, but he aint fuckin breathin Many men Many, many, many, many men Wish death pon me Lord, I dont cry no more Dont look to the sky no more Have mercy on me Have mercy on my soul Somewhere my heart turned cold Have mercy on many men Many, many, many, many men Wish death pon me131Embed
Love Game Lyrics Somethings burnin, I cant figure out what sniffs Its either lust or a cloud of dust Judgement is clouded; must Just be the powder from the power of But Im in something I dont know how to get out of Left my girl in the house alone Is that my soon-to-be-spouse’s moan? And the further I walk, the louder Pause for a minute to make certain thats what I heard ‘Cause after all, this is her place So I give her the benefit of the doubt, I Think I might be about to bust her, bust her The thoughts scary, yo, though and it hurts—brace! Hope it aint, Here we go, yo! ‘Cause my head already goes to worst-case Scenario, though in the first place But you confirmed my low-end theory though Shouldve known when I made it all the way to third base And that was only the first date Couldve made it to home plate But you slid straight for the dome and dove face first No, you dont under— —stand, I dont do this for anyone, ever Yeah, that aint what they all say? Ill say, you can suck a softball through a straw Used to be my fiancé Til you sucked on Wayne, André, and Kanye LeBron, Akon, JAY, Lil Jon, Raekwon, Ma$e Polow da Don, Dre, Dante Ross, James Conway, Kwamé?! Guess Im gettin my g-goddang Jigga on, eh? ‘Cause your name, Im beyond sayin But fuck it, Im movin on, you women are all cray But Ill probably always keep on playin the— Game of love, love, love, love La-La-La-La-La love She doesnt love me, no, she dont love me no more She hates my company, guess she dont love me no more I tried to get her up out of my head, left my bags at the door She screamed she loved me like she never did before And I told her, Go where you wanna! Go do whatcha wanna do, I dont care! And I told her, Go where you wanna! Go do whatcha wanna do, I dont care! I told that bitch, Im a sucker for love, you a sucker for dick Suckin dick in your mama tub, then your granny walked in Told the stupid nigga to duck under the water He drowned, like an abortion They booked you for manslaughter You beat the case and I called ya Sherane is not available now, leave a message at the tone And Kendrick, dont forget to buy two pair of those Expensive heels, you little fuckin Ferris wheel Fuckin spinnin on me—fuck you think, we gon get married still? Fuckin Mary had a little lamb, this aint no fairy tale Fairy godmama better tell you how I fuckin feel Like you should fuckin beat it Or fuckin eat it while Im on my period Now have a blessed day! Bitch, you serious? Im in the mirror with this look on my face, curious Why you aint fuckin with me? You cut me deep as Caesarean You know I want you bad as a Benjamin, Im delirious I want you bad as the head shattered on George Zimmerman After the Dillinger hit him diligently and killin him His mouthpiece for a Cadillac emblem Thats analogy and metaphor for you I should win a medal for all the ways I adore you This is me talkin cordial, yeah, I got some home training That aint what you like, aint it? What about if I was as famous as Marshall? Would you give fellatio in the carpool? Cops pull us over, they just wanna know if you gargle Singin, I hope shes good enough Meanwhile youre chasin her Chlamydia couldnt even get rid of her Pity the fool and pity the fool in me, Ima live with her Game of love, love, love, love La-La-La-La-La love She doesnt love me, no, she dont love me no more She hates my company, guess she dont love me no more I tried to get her up out of my head, left my bags at the door She screamed she loved me like she never did before And I told her, Go where you wanna! Go do whatcha wanna do, I dont care! And I told her, Go where you wanna! Go do whatcha wanna do, I dont care! So needless to say Im feelin betrayed Snatch my house key off her key chain She jumps off Wee-Bey from The Wires dick Now shes chasin me with a cheese grater Here goes that broken record cliché Its all my fault anyway, shes turnin the tables, Im a beat-break She treats my face like Serato, she cuts and scratches like a DJ Each day is an Instant Replay They say what we display is symptomatic of addict behaviour Back together, but forgot today was her B-day She cut me off on the freeway Simple misunderstanding, but just as I went to slam on the brakes Thats when I realized that she may be crazy as me, wait Bitch cut my fuckin brakeline Stepped on them fuckers eight times Still goin seventy-three, thank God theres an exit comin up What the mother-F-U-C-Ks wrong with her? Hit the off ramp til I coasted to a goshdamn halt Hit a fuckin tree, now here she comes at full speed Shes racin at me, okay, you wanna fuck with me, eh? Snatch that bitch out her car through the window She screamin, I body slam her on the cement Until the concrete gave and created a sinkhole Buried the stink ho in it, then paid to have the street repaved Woke up in a dream state In a cold sweat like I got hit with a freeze ray during a heat wave Guess I eventually caved though, ‘cause shes layin next to me in bed—directly aimin a gat at my head! Woke up again and jumped up Like, Fuck it! Ive had it, Im checkin into rehab I confess Im a static addict, I guess thats why Im so clingy Every girl Ive ever had either says I got too much baggage Or Im too fuckin dramatic Man, what the fuck is the matter? Im just a fuckin romantic I fuckin love you, you fuckin bitch! Combative, possessive, in fact last time I was mad at an ex I actually set off a chain reaction of tragic events I said, Hit the road, then after she left I sent that bitch a text that said, Be careful driving Dont read this and have an accident She glanced to look at it and wrecked Too bad, thought we had a connect No sense dwelling makes, never been a more compelling case Than the model covered in LOréal and mace Who fell from grace eleven stories for storytellin While the whore was yellin, Rape! Til her vocal cords were swellin And her voice were more hoarser than Tori Spellings face Still they swarm the gates of my fancy estates To greet Norman Bates with a warm embrace Less youre Andrea Yates, dont ask me for a date though Dont be late, well, the sentiments great But wait, think theres been a mistake You wanted an intimate date, I wanna intimidate I have infinite hate in my blood Its mainly cause of the game of— Wait, dinner at eight? I have infinite hate in my blood Its mainly cause of the— Game of love, love, love, love La-La-La-La-La love258Embed
Unaccommodating Lyrics Oh, this what we doin? Alright M.A I like a bitch that like to wobble, wobble Shake it, shake it, break it, break it, uh Nigga, we made it, made it, they hate it, hate it Pro professional, pure persistent, Im paper chasing I hate complaining, I hated waiting, Ill pay for patience But I hate to pay a bill And I made a mil without a major deal Yeah, her ass fake, but she came for real Money aint a thing, that aint a thing for real Its the broke lingo And no, aint nothing Saweetie, this is no Quavo Man, I just get high, let my hoes lay low I just want some face but this is no facial Do right and kill erbody, Drake mode Bitch, Im tryna eat out, take your plate mode Disrespect that life and Im in gang mode You can leave this earth, bitch, Im in rake mode Im in cake mode , Im in brave mode, uh What up, Marshall? Im a martian, Im in Wayne mode Neck wet, big drip, Im in rain mode Eight niggas, eight hittas, take eight souls Collect pesos , and Im paid, so? Self-made goals When the pain leaves Where does the pain go? Tip of the backwood is where the flame goes To the sky is where my brain goes Same pack, same fiend, sellin the same clothes Pinocchio and my pistol, they got the same nose Me and my niggas gotta eat, we share the same stove Case closed, bodies in my lane, bitch, lane closed Game over, Thanos on you H-Os On my petty shit but I dont paint toes Get the plunger cause Marshall and M.A go plum crazy Call us liquid plumber, cause even Dre know Beat knocks like a beefed up Detox Youre gonna need three squads of police officers at least to come pull me off of it and I dont stop Please, dawg, I need yall to keep talking shit cause I feed off of it I am the complete opposite of these retards who spit these weak bars, Ima leave carnage Each thoughtll be so toxic, itll block the wind through your esophagus Stop it, cutting off your oxygen And I hit them pads like a boxing gym Better watch for Slim, better get to popping and when Im at the top again I wont topple, Im giving it to anyone who wanna come and get it and Im not gonna stop But when they ask me is the war finished with MGK? Of course it is I cleansed him of his mortal sins, Im God and the Lord forgives even the devil worshippers Im moving on but you know your scruples are gone when youre born with Lucifers horns And youre from the school of Notorious, Puba, Cube and The Poor Righteous Teachers tutored my students Showed them all the blueprint and formula But it seems like the more they studied my music, the more they remind me of eyeballs Im watching my pupils get cornier But Im contemplating yelling Bombs away on the game Like Im outside of an Ariana Grande concert waiting They call me Saddam Hussein, Ayatollah Khomeini Wheres Osama been? I been laden lately Look at how Im behaving, they want me gone away They wanna JonBenét me , Im unaccommodating Man, I dont see why they hate me Im a clown like John Wayne Gacy They call me Kanye crazy APESHIT, Beyonce, Jay-Z And Im back with Andre, baby And the doctors operating But he never put no scrubs on from Snoop, K. Dot to Shady Shady like a shadow or your silhouette, intellect, I better check to see why you feel upset Cause I met your bitch on the internet now Im getting head like a Pillow Pet That bimbo can put her lips all the way around this bone and then blow Like a dusty cartridge from an old Nintendo Those were the days but I bet you, Im never gonna be broke again, no I dont smoke but I got paper, to be blunt, Im rolling Indo And I keep it one comma, zero, zero, zero, zero Real, real, real, murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, kill Nickel-plated, twenty two, two, two Bitch, shut the fuck up fore I shoot you too Aint shit I wont do just to get a few YouTube views Run up in a church like pew, pew, pew Cause thats what I do, do, do But, even to the untrained human eye We aint the same, you and I Somebody should have explained to you why For you to go against me, its simply insane, you will die Thats why they call me Kamikaze, its plain suicide, yeah But I know magic and here go my last trick Im bout to say Abracadabra and pull a B Rabbit up out of my hat Im about to relapse and I betcha that you wont know how to react But a look of disgust, I dont doubt itd be that As I begin to fuckin devour the track And you backpedal, that is a cowardly act Like a Saudi attack when the towers collapsed They call me Saddam Hussein, Ayatollah Khomeini Wheres Osama been? I been laden lately Look at how Im behaving, they want me gone away They wanna JonBenét me , Im unaccommodating188Embed

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Dataset Card for "huggingartists/eminem"

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Eminem

@eminem

Dataset Summary

The Lyrics dataset parsed from Genius. This dataset is designed to generate lyrics with HuggingArtists. Model is available here.

Supported Tasks and Leaderboards

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Languages

How to use

How to load this dataset directly with the datasets library:

from datasets import load_dataset

dataset = load_dataset("huggingartists/eminem")

Dataset Structure

An example of 'train' looks as follows.

This example was too long and was cropped:

{
    "text": "Look, I was gonna go easy on you\nNot to hurt your feelings\nBut I'm only going to get this one chance\nSomething's wrong, I can feel it..."
}

Data Fields

The data fields are the same among all splits.

text: a string feature.

Data Splits

train	validation	test
1285	-	-

'Train' can be easily divided into 'train' & 'validation' & 'test' with few lines of code:

from datasets import load_dataset, Dataset, DatasetDict
import numpy as np

datasets = load_dataset("huggingartists/eminem")

train_percentage = 0.9
validation_percentage = 0.07
test_percentage = 0.03

train, validation, test = np.split(datasets['train']['text'], [int(len(datasets['train']['text'])*train_percentage), int(len(datasets['train']['text'])*(train_percentage + validation_percentage))])

datasets = DatasetDict(
    {
        'train': Dataset.from_dict({'text': list(train)}),
        'validation': Dataset.from_dict({'text': list(validation)}),
        'test': Dataset.from_dict({'text': list(test)})
    }
)

Dataset Creation

Curation Rationale

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Source Data

Initial Data Collection and Normalization

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Who are the source language producers?

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Annotations

Considerations for Using the Data

Social Impact of Dataset

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Discussion of Biases

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Other Known Limitations

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Additional Information

Dataset Curators

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Licensing Information

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Citation Information

@InProceedings{huggingartists,
    author={Aleksey Korshuk}
    year=2022
}

About

Built by Aleksey Korshuk

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Models trained or fine-tuned on huggingartists/eminem

huggingartists/eminem

Text Generation • Updated Aug 10, 2022 • 136 • 2

Dataset Card for "huggingartists/eminem"

Dataset Summary

Supported Tasks and Leaderboards

Languages

How to use

Dataset Structure

Data Fields

Data Splits

Dataset Creation

Curation Rationale

Source Data

Initial Data Collection and Normalization

Who are the source language producers?

Annotations

Annotation process

Who are the annotators?

Personal and Sensitive Information

Considerations for Using the Data

Social Impact of Dataset

Discussion of Biases

Other Known Limitations

Additional Information

Dataset Curators

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Models trained or fine-tuned on huggingartists/eminem