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where's 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've been protested and demonstrated against picket signs for my wicked rhymes, look at the times sick in the mind, of the mothafuckinkid 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 as long as i'm breathin keep kickin ass in the morning and taking names in the evening leave 'em with a taste as sour as vinegar in their mouth see they can trigger me, but they never figure me out look at me now, i'll bet ya probably sick of me now aint you mama i'ma make you look so ridiculous now. i'm sorry mama i never meant to hurt you i never meant to make you cry but tonight i'm cleaning out my closet one more time I said i'm sorry mama i never meant to hurt you i never meant to make you cry but tonight i'm cleaning out my closet i got some skeletons in my closet and i dont know if no ones know it so before they thrown me inside my coffin and close it, i'ma expose it i'll take you back to '73, before i ever had a multi-platinum selling CD i was a baby, maybe i was just a couple a months my faggot father must have had his panties up in a bunch cuz he split, i wonder if he even kissed me goodbye no i dont, on second thought i just fuckin wish he would die i look at Hailie and i couldn't picture leavin her side even if i hated Kim i'd grit my teeth and i'd try to make it work with her al least 4 Hailie's sake i maybe made some mistakes but i'm only human but i'm man enough to face them today what i did was stupid, no doubt it was dumb but the smartest shit i did was take them bullets out of that gun cuz i'd have killed em, shit i would have shot Kim an' him both, its my life i'd like to welcome y'all to The Eminem Show. i'm sorry mama i never meant to hurt you i never meant to make you cry but tonight i'm cleaning out my closet one more time I said i'm sorry mama i never meant to hurt you i never meant to make you cry but tonight i'm cleaning out my closet now i would never diss my own mama just to get recognition take a second to listen for 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 going through and shits missin' going through public housing systems victim of Munchausen's syndrome my whole life i was made to believe i was sick when i wasnt till i grew up, now i blew up, it makes you sick to ya 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 yer gettin older now and its cold when your lonely and Nathan's growing up so quick, he's gonna know that your phony and Hailie's getting so big now, you should see her she's beautiful but you'll 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 ya 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'd wish it was me? well guess what, i am dead, dead to you as can be. i'm sorry mama i never meant to hurt you i never meant to make you cry but tonight i'm cleaning out my closet one more time i said i'm sorry mama, i never meant to hurt you, i never meant to make you cry but tonight i'm cleaning out my closet |
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Yo, I can't sing - I feel like singing
I want to fuckin sing
Cause I'm happy - yeah, I'm happy, haha!
I got my baby back
Yo, check it out...
[Eminem - singing]
Somedays I sit, starin out the window
Watchin this world pass me by
Sometimes I think, there's
nothin to live for
I almost break down and cry
Sometimes I think I'm crazy;
I'm crazy, oh so crazy!!
Why am I here? Am I just wastin my time?!
But then I see my baby, suddenly
I'm not crazy!!
It all makes sense when I
look into her eyes
[Chorus One]
Cause sometimes it feels like
the world's on my shoulders
Everyone's leanin on me
Cause sometimes it feels like
the world's almost over
But then she comes back to me
[Eminem - singing]
My baby girl, keeps gettin older
I watch her grow up with pride
People make jokes, cause they
don't understand me
They just don't see my real side
I act like shit don't phase me;
inside it drives me crazy!!
My insecurities could eat me alive
But then I see my baby, suddenly
I'm not crazy!!
It all makes sense when I
look into her eyes
[Chorus One]
[Eminem - rapping]
Man if I could sing, I'd keep
singin this song to my daughter
If I could hit the notes, I'd
blow somethin as long as my father
to show her how I feel about her,
how proud I am that I got her
God, I'm a daddy, I'm so glad that
her mom didn't {want her}
Now you probably get this picture
from my public persona
that I'ma pistol packin drug addict
who bags on his mama
But I wanna to just take this time
out to be perfectly honest
cause there's a lot of shit I keep
bottled that hurts deep inside of my soul
And just know that I grow colder
the older I grow
This boulder on my shoulder gets
heavy and harder to hold
and this load is like the weight
of the world, and I think my neck is breakin
Should I just give up or try to
live up to these expectations?
Now look, I love my daughter more
than life in itself
but I got a wife that's determined
to make my life livin hell
But I handle it well, given the
circumstances I'm dealt
So many chances, man, it's too bad,
coulda had someone else
But the years that I've wasted is
nothin to the tears that I've tasted
So here's what I'm facin - three
felonies, six years of probation
I've went to jail for this woman,
I've been to bat for this woman
I've taken bats to people's backs,
bent over backwards for this woman
Man, I should have seen it comin,
what'd I stick my penis up in?
Wouldn't have ripped the pre-nup
up if I'da seen what she was fuckin
But fuck it, it's over, there's
no more reason to cry no more
I got my baby, baby the only lady
that I adore, Hailie
So sayonara, try tommorrow, nice
to know ya
Our baby's traveled back to the
arms of her rightful owner
And suddenly it seems like my shoulder
blades have just shifted
It's like the greatest gift you can
get, the weight has been lifted
[Chorus Two]
And now it don't feel like the
world's on my shoulders
Everyone's leanin on me
Cause my baby knows that her
daddy's a soldier
Nothing can take her from me
[Eminem]
Wooo! Told you I can't sing
Oh well, I tried
Hailie, remember when I said,
if you ever need anything
Daddy would be right there?
Guess what?
Daddy's here, and I ain't
going nowhere baby
I love you {*smooch*}
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Chorus: Eminem (repeat 4X)
That's why they call me Slim Shady (I'm Back)
I'm Back (I'm Back) [SLIM SHADY!] I'm Back
[Eminem]
I murder a rhyme one word
at a time You never, heard
of a mind as perverted as mine
You better, get rid of that
nine, it ain't gonna help
What good's it gonna do against
a man that strangles himself?
I'm waitin for hell like hell shit
I'm anxious as hell Manson,
you're safe in that cell, be
thankful it's jail I used to be
my mommy's little angel at twelve
Thirteen I was puttin shells in
a gauge on a shelf I used to, get
punked and bullied on my block
'til I cut a kitten's head off and
stuck it in this kid's mailbox
{"Mom! MOM!"} I used to give a -
fuck, now I could give a fuck less
What do I think of suc-cess? It
sucks, too much press I'm stressed
Too much stares two breasts, too upset
It's just too much mess, I guess
I must just blew up quick (yes)
Grew up quick (no) was raised right
Whatever you say is wrong, whatever
I say is right You think of my
name now whenever you say, "Hi"
Became a commodity because I'm W-H-I-
-T-E, cuz MTV was so friendly to me
Can't wait 'til Kim sees me
Now is it worth it? Look at my
life, how is it perfect?
Read my lips bitch, what, my mouth
isn't workin? You hear this finger?
Oh it's upside down Here, let me
turn this motherfucker up right now
Chorus
[Eminem]
I take each individual degenerate's
head and reach into it just to see
if he's influenced by me if he
listens to music And if he feeds
into this shit he's an innocent victim
and becomes a puppet on the string
of my tennis shoe {*vocal scratches*}
My name is Slim Shady I been crazy way
before radio didn't play me The
sensational {*vocal scratch "Back
is the incredible!"*} With Ken Kaniff,
who just finds the men edible
It's Ken Kaniff on the, internet
Tryin to, lure your kids with him,
into bed It's a, sick world we live in these
days "Slim for Pete's sakes put down
Christopher Reeve's legs!"
Geez, you guys are so sensitive
"Slim it's a touchy subject, try
and just don't mention it"
Mind with no sense in it, fried
to get so frenetic whose eyes get
so squinted, I'm blind from smokin 'em
with my windows tinted, with nine
limos rented Doin lines of coke in 'em,
with a bunch of guys hoppin out
all high and indo scented {*inhales,
exhales*} And that's where I get my
name from, that's why they call me
Chorus
[Eminem]
I take seven [kids] from [Columbine],
stand 'em all in line Add an AK-47,
a revolver, a nine a Mack-11 and it
oughta solve the problem of mine
and that's a whole school of bullies
shot up all at one time Cause (I'mmmm)
Shady, they call me as crazy as the
world was over this whole Y2K thing
And by the way, N'Sync, why do they
sing? Am I the only one who realizes
they stink? Should I dye my hair pink
and care what y'all think? Lip sync
and buy a bigger size of earrings?
It's why I tend to block out when
I hear things Cause all these fans
screamin is makin my ears ring (AHHHH!!!)
So I just, throw up a middle finger
and let it linger longer than the
rumor that I was stickin it to
Christina Cause if I ever stuck it to
any singer in showbiz it'd be Jennifer
Lopez, and Puffy you know this!
I'm sorry Puff, but I don't give
a fuck if this chick was my own mother
I still fuck her with no rubber and
cum inside her and have a son and a
new brother at the same time
and just say that it ain't mine,
what's my name?
Chorus
[Eminem {*vocal scratching*}]
Guess who's b-back, back
Gue-gue-guess who's back (Hi mom!)
{*scratch*} Guess who's back
{*scratch*} Gue {*scratch*} guess who's back
D-12 {*scratch*} Guess who's back
Gue, gue-gue-gue, guess who's back
Dr. Dre {*scratch*} Guess who's back
Back back {*scratch*} back {*scratch*}
Slim Shady, 2001 I'm blew out from
this blunt (*sighs*) fuck
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Look, if you had one shot, one opportunity To seize everything you ever wanted one moment Would you capture it or just let it slip? 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 forgettin What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud He opens his mouth, but the words wont come out Hes chokin, how everybodys jokin now The clocks run out, times up over blaw Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravity Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked Hes so mad, but he wont give up that easy? No He wont have it , he knows his whole back city ropes It dont matter, hes dope He knows that, but hes broke Hes so stacked that he knows When he goes back to his mobile home, thats when its Back to the lab again yo This whole rap city He better go capture this moment and hope it dont pass him **Chorus** : 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 The souls escaping, through this hole that its gaping This world is mine for the taking Make me king, as we move toward a, new world order A normal life is borin, but superstardoms close to post mortar It only grows harder, only grows hotter He blows us all over these hoes is all on him Coast to coast shows, hes know as the globetrotter 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 cuz here goes the cold water His hoes dont want him no mo, hes cold product They moved on to the next schmoe who flows He nose dove and sold nada So the soap opera is told and unfolds I suppose old potna, but the beat goes on Da da dum da dum da da **Chorus** No more games, I ma change what you call rage Tear this mothaf***** roof off like 2 dogs caged I was playin in the beginnin, the mood all changed I been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage But I kept rhymin and step 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 9 to 5 And I cant provide the right type of life for my family Cuz man, these goddamn food stamps dont buy diapers And its no movie, theres no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life And these times are so hard and its getting even harder Tryin to feed and water my seed, plus Titta Tatta caught up between bein a father and a prima donna Baby mama dramas screamin on and Too much for me to wanna Stay in one spot, another damn or not Has 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 mothaf*****option, failures not Mom, I love you, but this trailer's got to go I cannot grow old in Salems lot So here I go is my shot. Feet fail me not this maybe the only opportunity that I got **Chorus** You can do anything you set your mind to, Manner |
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[Chorus: Dido] My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I.. got out of bed at all The morning rain clouds up my window.. and I can't see at all And even if I could it'll all be gray, but your picture on my wall It reminds me, that it's not so bad, it's not so bad.. [1st Chorus: volume gradually grows over raindrop background] [2nd Chorus: full volume with beat right after "thunder" noise] [Eminem as 'Stan'] Dear Slim, I wrote but you still ain't callin I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not-a 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, what's been up? Man how's your daughter? My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm bout to be a father If I have a daughter, guess what I'ma call her? I'ma name her Bonnie I read about your Uncle Ronnie too I'm sorry I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't want him I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm 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 fat Anyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back, just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan This is Stan [Chorus: Dido] [Eminem as 'Stan'] Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a chance I ain't mad - I just think it's FUCKED UP you don't answer fans If you didn't wanna talk to me outside your concert you didn't have to, but you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew That's my little brother man, he's only six years old We waited in the blistering cold for you, four hours and you just said, "No." That's pretty shitty man - you're like his fuckin idol He wants to be just like you man, he likes you more than I do I ain't that mad though, I just don't like bein lied to Remember when we met in Denver - you said if I'd write you you would write back - see I'm 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 you're saying in your songs so when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on cause I don't really got shit else so that shit helps when I'm depressed I even got a tattoo of your name across the chest Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds It's 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 girlfriend's jealous cause I talk about you 24/7 But she don't know you like I know you Slim, no one does She don't know what it was like for people like us growin up You gotta call me man, I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose Sincerely yours, Stan -- P.S. We should be together too [Chorus: Dido] [Eminem as 'Stan'] Dear Mister-I'm-Too-Good-To-Call-Or-Write-My-Fans, this'll be the last package I ever send your ass It's been six months and still no word - I don't deserve it? I know you got my last two letters; I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect So this is my cassette I'm sending you, I hope you hear it I'm in the car right now, I'm doing 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 drowning but didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a a show he found him? That's kinda how this is, you coulda rescued me from drowning Now it's too late - I'm on a 1000 downers now, I'm 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 love you Slim, we coulda been together, think about it You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it And when you dream I hope you can't sleep and you SCREAM about it I hope your conscience EATS AT YOU and you can't BREATHE without me See Slim; [*screaming*] Shut up bitch! I'm tryin to talk! Hey Slim, that's my girlfriend screamin in the trunk but I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain't like you cause if she suffocates she'll suffer more, and then she'll die too Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now Oh shit, I forgot, how'm I supposed to send this shit out? [*car tires squeal*] [*CRASH*] .. [*brief silence*] .. [*LOUD splash*] [Chorus: Dido] [Eminem] Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner but I just been busy You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she? Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter that and here's an autograph for your brother, I wrote it on the Starter cap I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I musta missed you Don't think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you But what's this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too? I say that shit just clownin dogg, c'mon - how fucked up is you? You got some issues Stan, I think you need some counseling to help your ass from bouncing off the walls when you get down some And what's this shit about us meant to be together? That type of shit'll 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 you'll be doin just fine if you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you but Stan why are you so mad? Try to understand, that I do want you as a fan I just don't 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 didn't say who it was to Come to think about, his name was.. it was you Damn! |
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[Eminem] Whatever.. Dre, just let it run Aiyyo turn the beat up a little bit Aiyyo.. this song is for anyone.. fuck it Just shut up and listen, aiyyo.. 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 I've 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 that's been eatin me recently off of this chest and I rest again peacefully (peacefully).. but at least have the decency in you to leave me alone, when you freaks see me out in the streets when I'm eatin or feedin my daughter to not come and speak to me (speak to me).. I don't know you and no, I don't owe you a mo-therfuck-in thing I'm not Mr. N'Sync, I'm not what your friends think I'm not Mr. Friendly, I can be a prick if you tempt me my tank is on empty (is on empty).. No patience is in me and if you offend me I'm liftin you 10 feet (liftin you 10 feet).. in the air I don't care who is there and who saw me destroy you Go call you a lawyer, file you a lawsuit I'll smile in the courtroom and buy you a wardrobe I'm tired of all you (of all you).. I don't mean to be mean but that's all I can be is just me [Chorus: Eminem] And I am, whatever you say I am If I wasn't, then why would I say I am? In the paper, the news everyday I am Radio won't even play my jam Cause I am, whatever you say I am If I wasn't, then why would I say I am? In the paper, the news everyday I am I don't know it's just the way I am [Eminem] Sometimes I just feel like my father , I hate to be bothered with all of this nonsense it's constant And, "Oh, it's 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 (finger at me).. So I point one back at 'em, but not the index or pinkie or the ring or the thumb, it's the one you put up when you don't give a fuck, when you won't just put up with the bullshit they pull, cause they full of shit too When a dude's gettin bullied and shoots up his school and they blame it on Marilyn (on Marilyn).. and the heroin Where were the parents at? And look where it's at Middle America, now it's a tragedy Now it's so sad to see, an upper class ci-ty havin this happenin (this happenin).. then attack Eminem cause I rap this way (rap this way).. But I'm glad cause they feed me the fuel that I need for the fire to burn and it's burnin and I have returned [Chorus] [Eminem] I'm so sick and tired of bein admired that I wish that I would just die or get fired and dropped from my label and stop with the fables I'm not gonna be able to top on "My Name is.." And pigeon-holed into some pop-py sensation to cop me rotation at rock'n'roll stations And I just do not got the patience (got the patience).. to deal with these cocky caucasians who think I'm 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 (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 I'm grabbin my hair and I'm tearin it out cause they drivin me crazy (drivin me crazy).. I can't take it I'm racin, I'm pacin, I stand and I sit And I'm thankful for ev-ery fan that I get But I can't take a SHIT, in the bathroom without someone standin by it No I won't sign your autograph You can call me an asshole I'm glad [Chorus (except change first word "And" to "Cause") |
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[Bizzare:] [Echo] Music, reality, sometimes it's hard to tell the difference But we as entertainers have a responsibility to these kids Psyche! [Eminem:] If I were to die murdered in cold blood tomorrow Would you feel sorrow or show love Or would it matter Can never be the lead-off batter of things Shit for me to feed off I'm see-saw battlin But theres way too much at stake for me to be fake There's too much on my plate And I came way too far in this game to turn and walk away And not say what I got to say What the fuck you take me for? a joke? you smokin crack? Before I do that, I beg Mariah to take me back I get up 'for i get down, run myself in the ground, 'for I put some wack shit out I'm tryin-a smack this one out the park, five-thousand mark Ya'll steady tryin to drown the shark Ain't gonna do nothin but piss me off Lid to the can of whoop ass, just twist me off See me leap out, pull the piece out, fuck shootin i'm just trying to knock his teeth out Fuck with me now, bitch, let's see you freestyle Talk is cheap, motherfucker if you're really feeling froggish, leap Yo slim, you gonna let him get away with that? He tried to play you, you can't let him skate with that Man I hate this crap, this ain't rap, This is crazy the way we act When we confuse hip-hop with real life when the music stops [Swift:] There ain't no getting rid of McVeigh If so you woulda tried The only way I'm leavin this bitch is suicide I have died clinically, arrived back at my enemy's crib with hennesy, Got drunk then I finished he I'm every nigga's favorite arch-enemy. Physically fitted to be the most dangerous nigga with beef I spark willingly with a dillinger in the dark dilligently I'm not what you think I appear to be fucked up Mentally endangered I can't stay away from a razor I just want my face in a paper I wish a nigger had a grenade to squeeze tight to awake neighbors for acres I murder you Danger had me turned into a mad man, son of sam, bitch, I'm surgical I'l allergic to dyin, you think not? you got balls? We can see how large When the music stops [Kon Artist:] I was happy having a deal at first, Thought money would make me happy but It only made my pain worst, It hurts when u see ur friends turn their back on u dawg When u ain't got nothing left but ur word and ur balls N ur stress full of cause Of ur new friends they beggin with their hands out Checking for ur record when it s selling When it aint, that's the end, no laughs No friends no girl Just the gin u drink till u car spin u then [Screech] Damn! [Crash] U slam into the wall and u fall Out the car, trying to crawl with one arm About to lose it all in a pool of alcohol If my funeral's tomorrow, wonder if they would even call when the music stops [Kuniva:] Let's see how many of your men loyal, When i pull up looking for you, With a pistol sipping on a can of pennzoil I'm revved up, who said what would lead bust ur head would just explode With red stuff i'm hand cuffed tossed in the paddy wagon Braggin about how u shot it like a coward, bullets devour you showered you Niggars, if i was u niggas, i'll run while given the chance Understand i can enchance the spirit of man Death itself, it can't hurt me, just the thought of dying alone that really Hurts me, u ain't worthy to speak thoughts of cheap talk Be smart and stop trying to walk how g's walk before we spark Hug the floor while we plan to the war with ur life, fuck the tour and the mic I'll rather fuck a whore with a knife, deliver that shit the coroner's like You high hype poppin' shit in broad day light nigga ur a gonna at night When The Music Stops [Proof:] Instigators, ?? pits in cages Let loose and bit the neighbours wrist to razors Ya'll don't want war, you want talk In the dark my dogs all bark like woof Proof nigga I'm a wolf, get your whole roof Caved in like reindeer hoofs Stomped the roof shake the floor tiles loose The more ya'll breach, the more I moves This hell street, this is hardcore blues Put a gun to rap checking all our jewels (nigga) Or make the news betcha all ya'll move When the uzi pop, you better drop when the music stop [Bizzare:] Music's changed my life in so many ways Brains confused and fucked since the 5th grade LL told me to rock the bells NWA said fuck the police Now i'm in jail 93 was strictly RNB Fucked up hair cut Listen to Jodeci Michael Jackson, who go tell me i'm Mike Ass cheeks painted white Fucking Presilla at night Flying down sunset smoking crack Transvestite in the front Eddi Murphy in the back MOP had me grindy and griddy Marilyn Manson, i dyed my hair blue And grew some titties Ludacris told me to throw them bowls Now i'm in the hospital Broken nose and a fractured elbow Voices in my head, i'm going in shock, I'm reaching for the glock but the music stops [Bang] |
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[Intro (Obie Trice)] "Obie Trice/Real Name No Gimmicks" [Refrain 1] 2 trailer park girls go round me outside round me outside, round me outside [Repeat Refrain 1] [Refrain 2] Guess whos back, back again Shadys back, tell a friend Guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back Guess who's back... [Verse 1] I've created a monster, cuz nobody wants to see Marshall no more they want Shady I'm chopped liver well if you want Shady, this is what I'll give ya a little bit of weed mixed with some hard liquor some vodka that'll jumpstart my heart quicker then a shock when I get shocked at the hospital by the Dr. when I'm not cooperating when I'm rocking the table while he's operating you waited this long now stop debating cuz I'm back, I'm on the rag and ovulating I know that you got a job Ms. Cheney but your husbands heart problem's 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 cuz this shit's about to get heavy I just settled all my lawsuits Fuck YOU DEBBIE_! [Chorus X2] Now this looks like a job for me so everybody just follow me cuz we need a little controversy, cuz it feels so empty without me [Verse 2] Little hellions kids feeling rebellious embarrassed, their parents still listen to Elvis they start feeling the prisoners helpless, 'til someone comes along on a mission and yells "bitch" A visionary, vision is scary, could start a revolution, pollutin the air waves a rebel so let me just revel an bask, in the fact that I got everyone kissing my ass and it's a disaster such a catastrophe for you to see so damn much of my ass you ask for me? Well I'm back [batman sound] fix your bent antennae tune it in and then I'm gonna enter in and up under your skin like a splinter The center of attention back for the winter I'm interesting, the best thing since wrestling Infesting in your kids ears and nesting Testing "Attention Please" feel the tension soon as someone mentions me here's my 10 cents my 2 cents is free A nuisance, who sent, you sent for me? [Chorus X2] [Verse 3] A tisk-it a task-it, I'll go tit for tat with anybody who's talking this shit that shit. Chris Kirkpatrick you can get your ass kicked worse than them little Limp Bizkit bastards, and Moby you can get stomped by Obie, you 36 year old bald headed fag blow me You don't know me, you're too old let go its over, nobody listens to techno Now lets go, just give me the signal I'll be there with a whole list full of new insults I've 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 I'm disgusting, but its just me I'm just obscene Though I'm 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 (Hey) there's a concept that works 20 million other white rappers emerge but no matter how many fish in the sea it'd be so empty without me [Chorus X2] (Hum dei dei la la Hum dei dei la la... la la la) [X2] "Kids" |
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[Dr. Dre]
Y'all know me, still the same
ol' G., but I been low key
Hated on by most these niggaz
wit no cheese, no deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys, no boats
no snowmobiles, and no ski's
Mad at me cause I can finally
afford to provide my family wit
groceries
Got a crib wit a studio and it's
all full of
tracks to add to the wall full
of plaques
Hangin up in the office in back
of my house like trophies
Did y'all think I'ma 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-E's, Ice Cube's, and D.O.C's
The Snoop D-O-double-G's
and the group that said mother-
"Fuck Tha Police"
Gave you a tape full of dope beats
to bump when you stroll through
in your hood
And when your album sales wasn't
doin too good
who's the Doctor they told you
to go see?
Y'all better listen up closely
All you niggaz that said that I
turned pop, or The Firm flopped
Y'all are the reason that Dre
ain't been gettin no sleep
so FUCK Y'ALL, all of y'all;
if y'all don't like me, BLOW ME!
Y'all are gonna keep fuckin around wit me
and turn me back to the old me
Chorus: Eminem (repeat 2X)
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
[Eminem]So what do you say to
somebody you hate (What?)
Or anyone tryin to bring trouble
your way?
Wanna resolve things in a bloodier
way? (YUP)
Then just study a tape of N.W.A.!
One day I was walkin by, wit a
Walkman on, when I caught a guy
give me an awkward eye
(What you lookin at?)
And strangled him off in the
parkin lot, wit his Karl Kani
I don't give a fuck if it's
dark or not
I'm harder than me tryin to
park a Dodge
when I'm drunk as fuck
Right next to a humungous truck
in a two-car garage {*CRUNCH*}
Hoppin out wit two broken legs,
tryin to walk it off
"Fuck you too bitch, call the
cops!"
I'ma kill you and them loud ass
motherfuckin barkin dogs
And when the cops came through
me and Dre stood next to a burnt down house
Wit a can full of gas and a
hand full of matches
And still weren't found out
(RIGHT HERE)
From here on out it's the
Chronic 2
Startin today and tomorrow's
the new
And I'm still loco enough
To choke you to death wit
a Charleston Chew
{*Eminem's vocal turntable*}
Slim shady - hotter then a
set of twin babies
in a Mercedes Benz wit the
windows up
when the temp goes up to
the mid 80's
Callin men ladies; sorry
Doc but I been crazy
There's no way that you
can save me
It's okay, go with him
Hailey (Da-da?)
Chorus
[Dr. Dre]
If it was up to me, you
muh'fuckers would stop comin
up to me
wit your hands out lookin up
to me, like you want somethin free
When my last CD was out, you
wasn't bumpin me
But now that I got this
little company
Everybody wanna come to me
like it was some disease
But you won't get a crumb
from me
Cause I'm from the streets of-
I told em all - all them
little gangstas
Who you think helped mold
'em all?
Now you wanna run around
talkin bout guns like I ain't 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 wit a pen and a pad
tryin to get this damn label off?
I ain't havin that; this
is the millennium of Aftermath
It ain't gon' be nothin after that
So give me one more platinum
plaque and fuck rap!
You can have it back
So where's all the Madd Rappers at?
It's like a jungle in this habitat
But all you savage cats, know
that I was strapped wit gats
when you were cuddlin a Cabbage Patch
CHORUS
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