The Eminem Show de Eminem

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1. Curtains Up (Skit)0:29
2. White América5:24

   Letra

   America (Hahaha) We love you! How many people are proud to be citizens Of this beautiful country of ours?! The stripes and the stars for the rights That men have died for to protect The women and men who have broke their necks For the freedom of speech the United States Government has sworn to uphold (Yo, I want everybody to listen to the words of this song) Or so we're told I never would've dreamed in a million years I'd see So many motherfucking people who feel like me Who share the same views and the same exact beliefs It's like a fucking army marching in back of me So many lives I touch, so much anger aimed In no particular direction, just sprays and sprays And straight through your radio waves it plays and plays 'Till it stays stuck in your head for days and days Who would've thought, standing in this mirror bleaching my hair with some peroxide reaching for a t-shirt to wear That I would catapult to the forefront of rap like this How could I predict my words would have an impact like this I must've struck a chord, with somebody up in the office 'Cause congress keeps telling me I ain't causing nothing but problems And now they're saying I'm in trouble with the government I'm loving it, I shoveled shit all my life and now I'm dumping it on White America, I could be one of your kids White America, little Eric looks just like this White America, Erica loves my shit I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get White america, I could be one of your kids White america, little Eric looks just like this White america, Erica loves my shit I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get Look at these eyes, baby blue, baby just like yourself If they were brown, Shady lose, Shady sits on the shelf But Shady's cute, Shady knew, Shady's dimple's would help Make ladies swoon baby, (ooh baby), look at my sales Let's do the math, if I was black, I would've sold half I ain't have to graduate from Lincoln High School to know that But I could rap, so fuck school, I'm too cool to go back Give me the mic, show me where the fucking studio's at When I was underground, no one gave a fuck I was white No labels wanted to sign me, almost gave up, I was like Fuck it, until I met Dre, the only one to look past Gave me a chance, and I lit a fire up under his ass Helped him get back to the top every fan black that I got Was probably his in exchange for every white fan that he's got Like, damn, we just swapped, sitting back looking at shit, wow I'm like, my skin, it's starting to work to my benefit now, it's White America, I could be one of your kids White America, little Eric looks just like this White America, Erica loves my shit I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get White america, I could be one of your kids White america, little Eric looks just like this White america, Erica loves my shit I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get See the problem is, I speak to suburban kids Who otherwise would of never knew these words exist Whose mom's probably would've never gave two squirts of piss 'Till I created so much motherfucking turbulence Straight out the tube, right into your living room I came And kids flipped when they knew I was produced by Dre That's all it took, and they were instantly hooked right in And they connected with me too, because I looked like them That's why they put my lyric's up under this microscope Searching with a fine tooth comb, its like this rope Waiting to choke, tightening around my throat Watching me while I write this, like, I don't like this, nope All I hear is lyrics, lyrics, constant controversy, sponsors working 'Round the clock to try to stop my concerts early, surely hip-hop Was never a problem in Harlem, only in Boston After it bothered the fathers of daughters starting to blossom So now I'm catching the flack from these activists when they ragging Acting like I'm the first rapper to smack a bitch, or say "faggot" Shit, just look at me like I'm your closest pal The poster child, the motherfucking spokesman now for White America, I could be one of your kids White America, little Eric looks just like this White America, Erica loves my shit I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get White america, I could be one of your kids White america, little Eric looks just like this White america, Erica loves my shit I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get So to the parents of America I am the derringer aimed at little Erica To attack her character The ringleader of this circus of worthless pawns Sent to lead the march right up to the steps of congress And piss on the lawns of the white house To burn the casket and replace it with a parental advisory sticker To spit liquor in the faces of in this democracy of hypocrisy Fuck you ms. Cheney Fuck you tipper gore Fuck you with the freest of speech this divided states of embarrassment will allow me to have Fuck you! Hahaha, I'm just playing, America, you know I love you
3. Business4:11

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   Marshall, sounds like an sos... Holy wack, unlyrical lyrics Andre, you're fuckin' right... To the rapmobile, let's go... {Marshall, Marshall}, bitches and gentlemen, it's showtime, hurry hurry, step right up, Introducing the star of our show, his name is, {Marshall}, you wouldn't want to be anywhere else In the world right now, so without further ado, I bring to you, {Marshall}... You 'bout to witness hip-hop in it's most purest, more rawest form, flow almost flawless, most Hardest, most honest known artist, chip off the old block, but ol' Doc is, {back}, looks like Batman brought his own Robin, oh God, Sadam's got his own Laden, with his own private plane, his Own pilot, set to blow college dorm rooms doors off the hinges, oranges, peach, pears, plums, Syringes, {vnn vnn}, yeah here I come, I'm inches, away from you, dear fear none, hip-hop is in A state of 911, so... [Chorus:] Let's get down to business, I don't got no time to play around, what is this, must be a circus In town, let's shut the shit down on these clowns, can I get a witness, {hell yeah}, let's get Down to business, I don't got no time to play around, what is this, must be a circus in town, Let's shut the shit down on these clowns, can I get a witness, {hell yeah}... Quick gotta move fast, gotta perform miracles, gee willikers Dre, holy bat syllables, look at All the bullshit that goes on in Gotham when I'm gone, time to get rid of these rap criminals, So skip to your lou while I do what I do best, you ain't even impressed no more, you're used to It, flows too wet, nobody close to it, nobody says it, but still everybody knows the shit, the Most hated on out of all those who say they get hated on in eighty songs and exaggerate it all So much, they make it all up, there's no such thing, like a female with good looks, who cooks And cleans, it just means so much more to so much more people when you're rappin' and you know What for, the show must go on, so I'd like to welcome y'all to Marshall and Andre's carnival, C'mon now... [Chorus:] It's just like old times, the dynamic duo, two old friends, why panic, you already know who's Fully capable, the two capped heroes, dial straight down the center eight-zero-zero, you can Even call collect, the most feared duet, since me and Elton played career Russian Roulette, and Never even see me blink or get to bustin' a sweat, people steppin' over people just to rush to The set, just to get to see an mc who breathes so freely, ease over these beat's and be so Breezy, Jesus how can shit be so easy, how can one Chandra be so Levy, turn on these beats, Mc's don't see me, believe me bet and mtv are gonna grieve, when we leave, dog fo' sheezy, Can't leave rap alone, the game needs me, 'till we grow beards, get weird, and disappear into The mountains, nothin' but clowns down here, but we ain't fuckin around round here, yo' Dre, What up, can I get a hell, hell yeah, now... [Chorus:] So there you have it folks, {Marshall}, has come to save the day, back with his friend Andre, And to remind you that bullshit does not pay, because, {Marshall}, and Andre are here to stay And never go away until our dying day until we're old and grey, {Marshall}, so until next time Friends, same blonde hair, same rap channel, good night everyone, thank you for coming, your Host for the evening, {Marshall}, oh, ha...
4. Cleanin out my closet4:57
5. Square dance5:23

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   People!! It feels so good to be back. Ladies and Gentlemen, introducing the new and improved, you knowwho Verse 1 Never been the type to bend or budge, the wrong button to push,no friend of Bush I'm the centerpiece, you're a Maltese. I'm a pitbull off his leash, all this peace talk can cease All these people I had to leave in limbo, I'm back now, I've cometo release this info I'll be brief and let me just keep shitsimple, can-a-bitch don't want no beef with Slim? Noooo! Not even on my radar, so won't you please jump off my dick, layoff and stay off and follow me as I put these crayons to chaosfrom sŽance to sŽance, aw-a-aw-sh-a-aw Chorus X2 C'mon now, let's all get on down, let's do-si-do now, we gon'have a good ol' time Don't be scared, cus there ain't nothin' to worry 'bout, let yourhair down, and square dance with me! Verse 2 Let your hair down to the track, yeah kick on back. Boo! The boogie monster of rap, yeah the man's back with a plan toambush this Bush administration, mush the Senate's face in, pushthis generation of kids to stand and fight for the right to saysomething you might not like, this white hot light that I'munder, no wonder I look so sunburnt, oh no I won't leave no stoneunturned Oh no I won't leave, won't go nowhere, do-si-do, oh, yo, ho,hello there oh yeah don't think I won't go there, go to Beirutand do a show there yah you laugh till your muthafuckin' ass getsdrafted, while you're at band camp thinkin' the crap can't happentill you fuck around, get an anthrax napkin, inside a packagewrapped in saran wrap wrapping open the plastic and then youstand back gasping, fuckin' assassins hijackin' Amtracks crashin'all this terror America demands action, next thing you knowyou've got Uncle Sam's ass askin' to join the army or what you'lldo for their Navy. You just a baby, gettin' recruited at eighteen You're on a plane now, eatin' their food and their baked beans. I'm twenty-eight, they're gonna take you 'fore they take me Crazy insane or insane crazy? When I say Hussein, you say Shady My views ain't changed, still inhumane, wait, arraigned two dayslate, the date's today, hang me! Chorus X2 Verse 3 Nothin' moves me more than a groove that soothes me, nothin'soothes me more than a groove that boosts me nothin' boosts memore, or suits me beautifully, there's nothin' you can do to me,stab me shoot me psychotic, hypnotic product I got it theantibiotic, ain't nobody hotter and so on and yada yada, god Italk a lotta hem de lay la la la, oochie walla um da dah da dahda but you gotta gotta keep movin', there's more music to make,keep makin' new shit, produce hits to break the monotony, what'sgotten into me? Drugs, rock, and Hennessey, thug like I'm 'Pac on my enemies onyour knees, got you under siege, somebody you would give a lungto be hun-ga-ry, like a fuckin' younger me, fuck the fee, I canget you jumped for free yah buddy, laugh it's funny, I have themoney to have you killed by somebody who has nothing I'm pastbluffing, pass the K-Y, let's get ready for some intense, seriousass fucking! Chorus X2 Outro Dr. Dre, wants to square dance with me Nasty Nas, wants to square dance with me X to the Z, wants to square dance with me Busta Rhymes, wants to square dance with me Cana-bitch, won't square dance with me Fan-a-bitch, won't square dance with me Canada-bis, don't want no parts of me Dirty Dozen, wants to square dance with you Yee-Haw!!!
6. The Kiss (Skit)1:15

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   Eminem: I'm gonna kill this bitch Im'a kill him I'm going to fucking jail Cuz im gonna kill this bitch Gary: Yo man Eminem: What Gary: I dont know I gotta realy really bad feelin about this Eminem: Man would u shut the fuck up Gary you always gotta bad feelin man Thats her car right there Gary: Aight let me park Eminem: Just park Gary: Im parkin! Eminem: Turn the car off dogg Gary: Aight Eminem: Aight we wait Gary: We wait for what? Eminem: We wait till she comes out and then im gonna fuckin kill her Gary: Man you aint gonna kill no one What the fuck did you bring that for Eminem: Man shut the fuck up dog Just shutup, the fuckin clip is empty Gary: Man dont point that shit at me Eminem: Its not even loaded bitch, look Gary: Dude, god i fuckin hate it when you do that shit Eminem: Yea but its funny as fuck Gary: Muthafucka im gonna kill you one of these days i swear Eminem: Gets you everytime Is that her? Gary: where? Eminem: Right there mothafucka Gary: Oohh yeah Eminem: Aight get down get down Gary: Fuck, what u doing to her? Eminem: Get Down! Gary: What the fuck you want me to get under the car? Eminem: Yo, who she walkin with Gary: How the fuck am i suppose to know, you told me to duck down Eminem: Its the fuckin bouncer Did she just kiss him Gary: I dont think so Eminem: Dogg she just fucken kissed him Gary: No she didnt Eminem: Shes kissin him Gary: No shes not Eminem: Gets out car Gary: Ohh shit Eminem: Come on
7. Soldier3:46

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   I'm a soldier I'm a soldier I'm a soldier I'm a soldier [Verse 1] Yo.. never was a thug, just infatuated with guns Never was a gangsta, 'til I graduated to one and got the rep of a villain, for weapon concealin Took the image of a thug, kept shit appealin Willin to stick out my neck, for respect if it meant life or death, never live to regret what I said When you're me, people just want to see, if it's true If it's you, what you say in your raps, what you do So they feel, it's part of your obligation to fulfill When they see you on the streets, face to face, are you for real? In confrontation ain't no conversation, if you feel you're in violation, any hesitation'll get you killed If you feel it, kill it, if you conceal it, reveal it Being reasonable will leave you full of bullets Pull it, squeeze it 'til it's empty, tempt me, push me, pussies I need a good reason to give this trigger a good squeeze [Chorus] I'm a soldier, these shoulders hold up so much They won't budge, I'll never fall or fold up I'm a soldier, even if my collar bones crush Or crumble, I will never slip or stumble I'm a soldier, these shoulders hold up so much They won't budge, I'll never fall or fold up I'm a soldier, even if my collar bones crush Or crumble, I will never stumble [Verse 2] I love pissin you off, it gets me off Like my lawyers, when the fuckin judge lets me off All you motherfuckers gotta do is set me off I'll violate and all the motherfuckin bets be off I'm a lit fuse, anything I do bitch it's news Pistol whippin motherfuckin bouncers, six-two Who needs bullets? As soon as I pull it, you SWEAT bullets An EXCELLENT method to get rid of the next bully ACTUALLY better cause instead of you murderin you can hurt 'em and come BACK again and kick dirt at 'em It's like pourin salt in the wounds, assault and get sued You can smell the lawsuits soon as I waltz in the room Everybody halts and stops, calls the cops All you see is bitches comin out their haltertops Runnin and duckin out the Hot Rocks parking lot You'll all get shot, whether it's your fault or not, cause... [Chorus] I'm a soldier, these shoulders hold up so much They won't budge, I'll never fall or fold up I'm a soldier, even if my collar bones crush or crumble, I will never slip or stumble I'm a soldier, these shoulders hold up so much They won't budge, I'll never fall or fold up I'm a soldier, even if my collar bones crush or crumble, I will never stumble [Verse 3] I spit it slow so these kids know that I'm talkin to 'em Give it back to these damn critics and sock it to 'em I'm like a thug, with a little bit of 'Pac influence I spew it, and look how I got you bitches rockin to it You motherfuckers could NEVER do it like I could do it Don't even try it, you'll look stupid, do not pursue it Don't ever in your life try to knock the truest I spit the illest shit ever been dropped to two inch So ticky-tock listen as the sound ticks on the clock Listen to the sound of Kim as she licks on a cock Listen to the sound of me spillin my heart through this pen Motherfuckers know that I'll never be Marshall again Full of controversy until I retire my jersey 'Til the fire inside dies and expires at thirty And Lord have mercy on any more of these rappers that verse me And put a curse on authorities in the face of adversity I'm a... [Chorus] I'm a soldier, these shoulders hold up so much They won't budge, I'll never fall or fold up I'm a soldier, even if my collar bones crush or crumble, I will never slip or stumble I'm a soldier, these shoulders hold up so much They won't budge, I'll never fall or fold up I'm a soldier, even if my collar bones crush or crumble, I will never stumble Yo left, yo left, yo left, right, left Yo left, yo left, yo left, right, left Yo left, yo left, yo left, right, left Yo left, yo left, yo left, right, left
8. Say goodbye Hollywood4:32

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   Say Goodbye Hollywood Chorus (X2) Sayin' goodbye, I'm sayin' good bye to Hollywood Sayin' goodbye, I'm sayin' good bye to Hollywood Sayin' goodbye, I'm sayin' good bye to Hollywood Sayin' goodbye, I'm sayin' good bye to Hollywood Verse 1 I thought I had it all figured out, I did, I thought I was tough enough to stick it out with Kim But I wasn't tough enough, to juggle two things at once, I found myself layin' on my knees in cuffs Which should've been a reason enough, for me to get my stuff and just leave. How come I couldn't see this shit myself? It's just me, nobody couldn't see the shit I felt, knowin' damn well she wasn't gonna be there when I fell To catch me, the minute shit was heated, she just bailed, I'm standin' here swingin' like thirty people by myself I couldn't even see the millimeter when it fell, turned around saw Gary stashin' the heater in his belt Saw the bouncers rush him and beat him to the ground, I just sold two million records, I don't need to go to jail I'm not about to lose my freedom over no female, I need to slow down, get my feet on solid ground/so for now I'm... Chorus (X2) Verse 2 I, bury my face in comic books, cus I don't want to look at nothin', this world's too much, I've swallowed all I could If I could swallow a bottle of Tylenol I would, and end it for good, just say goodbye to Hollywood I probably should, these problems are piling all at once, cuz everything that bothers me, I got it bottled up I think I'm bottomin' out, but I'm not about to give up, I gotta get up, thank God, I got a little girl And I'm a responsible father, so not a lot of good, I'd be to my daughter, layin' in the bottom of the mud Must be in my blood cus I don't know how I do it, all I know is I don't want to follow in the footsteps Of my dad, cus I hate him so bad, the worst fear that I had was growin' up to be like his fuckin' ass Man if you could understand why I am the way that I am, what do I say to my fans/when I tell 'em (I'm)... Chorus (X2) Verse 3 I don't wanna quit, but shit, I feel like this is it, for me to have this much appeal like this is sick This is not a game, this fame, in real life this is sick,publicity stunt my ass, conceal my fuckin' dick Fuck the guns, I'm done, I'll never look at Gats, if I scrap,I'll scrap like I ain't never whupped some ass I love my fans, but no one ever puts a grasp on the fact, I've sacrificed everything I have I never dreamt I'd get to the level that I'm at, this is wack,this is more than I ever coulda asked Everywhere I go, a hat, a sweater hood, or mask, what about math,how come I wasn't ever good at that? It's like the boy in the bubble, who never could adapt, I'm trapped, if I could go back, I never woulda rapped I sold my soul to the devil, I'll never get it back, I just wanna leave this game with level head intact Imagine goin' from bein' a no one to seein', everything blow up and all you did was just grow up mcing It's fuckin' crazy, cus all I wanted was to give Hailie the life I never had, but instead I forced us to live alienated So I'm sayin'... Outro Goodbye Goodbye Hollywood (Goodbye) Please don't cry for me (It's been real) When I'm gone for good (This shit is not for me) Goodbye Goodbye Hollywood (I'm not a fuckin' star) Please don't cry for me (No way) When I'm gone for good (I'm goin' back home)
9. Drips4:45

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   Obie Yo, I'm sick Damn You straight, dog? That's why I ain't got no time For these games and stupid tricks Or these bitches on my dick That's how dudes be getting sick That's how dicks be getting drips Falling victims to this shit From these bitches on our dicks Fucking chickens with no ribs That's why I ain't got no time Yo, I woke up fucked up off the liquor I drunk I had a bag of the skunk won in last night's tunk Pussy residue was on my penis Denise from the cleaners, fucked me good, you should've seen this Big booty bitch, switch unbearable French roll styling, body like a stallion Sizing up the figure while my shit's getting bigger Debating on a fuck or do I want to be her nigger Caressing this bitch, plus I'm checking out them tits Sipping on that fine shit I ain't used to buying I gotta hit it from behind, it's mandatory Like taking hoe's money, but that's another story For surely, the pussy on toast after we toast Her clothes fell like Bishop in Juice The womb beater, clean pussy eater Inserting my jock in that spot hotter than the hottest block "Don't stop!" The response I got when I was knocking it Clock steady ticking, kinky finger licking And can on, semen's at my tip when she moans I gotta slow down before I cum soon And work that nigger like a slave owner When I dropped off my outfit, she knew I wanted to bone her She foaming at the lips, the one between them hips Pubic hair's looking like some sour cream dip Without the nacho, my dick hit the spot though Pussy tighter than conditions of us, black folks We in the final stretch, the last part of sex I bust a fat ass nut, then I woke up next Like, what the fuck is going on here, this bitch evaporated Pussy and all, just picked up and vacated Now I'm frustrated 'cause my dick was unprotected and Doctor Wesley telling me I really got that shit That's why I ain't got no time For these games and stupid tricks Or these bitches on my dick That's how dudes be getting sick That's how dicks be getting drips Falling victims to this shit From these bitches on our dicks Fucking chickens with no ribs That's why I ain't got no time Now I don't wanna hit no woman, but this chick's got it coming Someone better get this bitch, before she gets kicked in the stomach And she's pregnant, buts she's egging me on, begging me to throw her Off the steps of this porch, my only weapon is force And I don't wanna resort to any violence of any sort But what's she shoving me for? Doesn't she love me no more? Wasn't she hugging me four minutes ago at the door? Man, I'm this close to going toe-to-toe with this whore What would you do if she was telling you she wants a divorce? She's having another baby in a month, and it's yours And you find out it isn't, 'cause this bitch has been visiting someone else And sucking his dick, and kissing you on the lips when you get back To Michigan, now the plot is thickening worse 'Cause you feel like you've been sticking your fucking dick in a hearse So you paranoid at every little cold that you get Ever since they told you this shit, you've been holding your dick So you go to the clinic, sweating every minute you in it Then the doctor comes out looking like Dennis, the Menace And it's obvious to everyone in the lobby it's AIDS He ain't even gotta call you in his office to say it So you jet back home, 'cause you gon' get that hoe When you see her, you gon' bend her fucking neck back, yo 'Cause you love her, you never would expect that blow Obie told you the scoop, how could she stoop that low? Jesus, I don't believe this, bitch works at the cleaners Bringing me home diseases, swinging from Obie's penis She's so deceiving, shit this hoe's a genius She g'd us That's why I ain't got no time For these games and stupid tricks Or these bitches on my dick That's how dudes be getting sick That's how dicks be getting drips Falling victims to this shit From these bitches on our dicks Fucking chickens with no ribs That's why I ain't got no time I'm busy Fuck these Bitches Fuck'em all, get money Shady Records, Obie Trice Eminem, motherfucker New millennium shit Yeah Turn this shit off Turn this shit the fuck off
10. Without me4:50
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    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 who's back, back again Shady's back, tell a friend Guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back Guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back I've created a monster 'Cause nobody wants to see Marshall, no more They want Shady, I'm chopped liver Well if you want Shady, this is what I'll give ya A little bit of weed mixed with some hard liquor Some vodka that'll jumpstart my heart quicker Than a shock when I get shocked at the hospital By the doctor when I'm not cooperating When I'm rocking the table while he's operating You waited this long now stop debating 'cause I'm back I'm on the rag and ovulating I know that you got a job, Ms. Cheney But your husband's heart problem's complicating So the FCC won't let me be or let me be me so let me see They tried to shut me down on MTV But it feels so empty without me So come on and dip, bum on your lips, fuck that Cum on your lips, and some on your tits And get ready, cause this shit's about to get heavy I just settled all my lawsuits, fuck you Debbie! 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 Till 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 just let me revel and 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 (na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na) 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 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 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, it's over Nobody listens to techno Now let's 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 it's 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 There's a concept that works Twenty million other white rappers emerge But no matter how many fish in the sea It'd 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
11. Paul Rosenberg (Skit)0:22
12. Sing for the moment5:39

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    [Eminem] These ideas are, nightmares to white parents Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings Like whatever they say has no bearing It's so scary in a house that allows, no swearing To see him walkin around with his headphones blaring Alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care He's a problem child, and what bothers him all comes out When he talks about, his fuckin dad walkin out Cause he just hates him so bad that he, blocks him out If he ever saw him again he'd probably knock him out His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin back Talkin black, brainwashed from rock and rap He sags his pants; doo rags and a stockin cap His step-father hit him so he, socked him back And broke his nose, his house is a broken home There's no control, he just let's his emotions go [Chorus: Aerosmith - Steven Tyler (Dream On)] C'mon! Sing with me (Sing!) Sing for the year (Sing it) Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (C'mon!) Sing it with me, Just for today Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away... [Eminem] Entertainment is changin, intertwinin with gangsters In the land of the killers a sinner's mind is a sanctum Holy or unnholy, only have one homie Only this gun - lonely cause don't anyone know me Yet everybody just feels like they can relate I guess words are a motherfucker, they can be great Or they can degrate; or even worse, they can teach hate It's like these kids hang on every single statement we make Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum Now how the fuck did this metamorphosis happen? From standin on corners and porches just rappin To havin a fortune, no more kissin ass But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you Fans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you To get they hands on every dime you have They want you to lose your mind every time you mad So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon Any dispute won't hesitate to produce handguns That's why these prosecutors wanna convict me Strictly just to get me off of these streets quickly But all they kids be listenin to me religiously So I'm signin CD's while police fingerprint me They're for the judge's daughter but his grudge is against me If I'm such a fuckin menace this shit doesn't make sense B! It's all political, if my music is literal And I'm a criminal how the FUCK can I raise a little girl? I couldn't; I wouldn't be fit to You're full of shit too Guerrera - that was a FIST that hit you! [Chorus: Aerosmith - Steven Tyler (Dream On)] C'mon! Sing with me (Sing!) Sing for the year (Sing it) Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (sing with me) Sing it with me, Just for today Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away... [Eminem] They say music can alter moods and talk to you Well can it load a gun up for you and cock it too? Well if it can, and the next time you assault a dude Just tell the judge it was my fault, and I'll get sued See what these kids do is hear about us totin pistols And they want to get one cause, they think the shit's cool Not knowin we really just protectin ourselves We entertainers, of course the shit's affectin our sales You ignoramus, but music is reflection of self We just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail It's fucked up ain't it? How we can come from practically nothin To bein able to have any fuckin thing that we wanted That's why we, sing for these kids who don't have a thing Except for a dream and a fuckin rap magazine Who post pin-up pictures on they walls all day long Idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in they lives 'Til they sit and they cry at night wishin they'd die 'Til they throw on a rap record and they sit and they vibe We're nothin to you - but we're the fuckin shit in they eyes That's why we, seize the moment try to freeze it and own it Squeeze it and hold it, cause we consider these minutes golden And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone, just let our spiritslive on Through our lyrics that you hear in our songs and we can... [Chorus: Aerosmith - Steven Tyler (Dream On)] Sing with me (Sing!) Sing for the year (Sing it) Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (C'mon!) Sing it with me, Just for today Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away... [Chorus: Aerosmith - Steven Tyler (Dream On)] Sing with me (Sing!) Sing for the year (Sing it) Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (C'mon!) Sing it with me, Just for today Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away...
13. Superman5:50
    Vídeo Letra

    

    You high, baby? Yah Yah? Talk to me You want me to tell you something? Uh huh I know what you want to hear 'Cuz, I know you want me, baby I think I want you too I think I love you, baby I think I love you too I'm here to save you, girl Come be in Shady's world I want togrow together Let's let our love unfurl You know you want me, baby You know I want you too They call me superman I'm here to rescue you I want to save you, girl Come be in Shady's world Ooh, boy, you drive me crazy Bitch, you make me hurl They call me superman Leap tall hoes in a single bound I'm single now Got no ring on this finger now I'd never let another chick bring me down In a relationship Save it bitch, baby sit? You make me sick Superman ain't savin' shit Girl you can jump on Shady's dick Straight from the hip Cut to the chase I tell a muthafuckin' slut, to her face Play no games Say no names Ever since I broke up with what's her face I'm a different man, Kiss my ass, kiss my lips, bitch why ask? Kiss my dick, get my cash? I'd rather have you whip my ass Don't put out, I'll put you out Won't get out, I'll push you out Puss blew out, poppin' shit Wouldn't piss on fire to put you out Am I too nice? Buy you ice? Bitch if you died, I wouldn't 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 I'll love you one day Maybe we'll someday grow Till then just sit your drunk ass on that fuckin' runway, hoe Cus I can't be your superman, can't be your superman Can't be your superman, can't be your superman I can't be your superman, can't be your superman Can't be your superman Your superman, your superman Don't get me wrong (I love these hoes) It's no secret, everybody knows Yeah we fucked, bitch so what That's about as far as your buddy goes We'll be friends I'll call you again I'll chase you around every bar you attend Never know what kind of car I'll be in We'll see how much you'll be partying then You don't want that Neither do I I don't want to flip when I see you with guys Too much pride Between you and I Not a jealous man, but females lie But I guess that's just what sluts do How could it ever be just us two? I'd 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 I'll love you one day Maybe we'll someday grow Till then just sit your drunk ass on that fuckin' runway hoe 'Cuz, I know you want me, baby I think I want you too I think I love you, baby I think I love you too I'm here to save you, girl Come be in Shady's world I want togrow together Let's let our love unfurl You know you want me, baby You know I want you too They call me superman I'm here to rescue you I want to save you, girl Come be in Shady's world Ooh, boy, you drive me crazy Bitch, you make me hurl First thing you say I'm not fazed, I hang around big stars all day I don't see what the big deal is anyways, you're just plain old marshall to me Oooh yah girl run that game Hailie jade, I love that name, love that tatoo, what's that say? Rot in pieces? Oh, that's great First off you don't know Marshall At all so don't grow partial That's ammo for my arsenal I'll slap you off that barstool There goes another lawsuit Leave hand prints all across you Good lordy whoa die, you must be gone off that water bottle You want what you can't have Ooh girl that's too damn bad Don't touch what you can't grab End up with two back hands Put Anthrax on a Tampax, and slap you till you can't stand Girl you just blew your chance Don't 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 I'll love you one day Maybe we'll someday grow Till then just sit your drunk ass on that fuckin' runway hoe 'Cuz, I know you want me, baby I think I want you too I think I love you, baby I think I love you too I'm here to save you, girl Come be in Shady's world I want togrow together Let's let our love unfurl You know you want me, baby You know I want you too They call me superman I'm here to rescue you I want to save you, girl Come be in Shady's world Ooh, boy, you drive me crazy Bitch, you make me hurl
14. Hailie's song5:20
15. Steve Berman (Skit)0:33

    Letra

    (Eminem) This muthafucka man... (Berman) It's ridiculous! I can't believe it!! Hold on... Em... (Eminem) What up? (Berman) Have a seat…Dre, I'll call you back (Eminem) What now??? (Berman) I don't even know where to start (Eminem) Okay... (Berman) I got the album from upstairs... (Eminem) And... (Berman) And this is BY FAR, THE MOST,... (Gunshot) Incredible thing... I've ever... heard...
16. When the music stops4:29

    Letra

    Music.. reality Sometimes it's hard to tell the difference But we as entertainers.. have a responsibility To these kids.. psych! If I, were to die murdered in cold blood tomorrow Would you feel sorrow or show love, or would it matter? Could never be the lead-off batter If there ain't shit for me to feed off, I'm see-saw battling But there's way too much at stake for me to be fake There's too much on my plate, I done 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 smoking crack? 'Fore I do that, I'd beg Mariah to take me back I'll get up 'fore I get down, run myself in the ground 'Fore I put some wack shit out And try to smack this one out the park, five-thousand mark Y'all steady trying to drown a shark Ain't gon' do nothing but piss me off, lid to the can of whip-ass Just twist me off, see me leap out, pull a piece out Fuck shooting 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 really feeling froggish leap Yo Slim, you gon' let him get away with that? He tried to play you, you can't let him 'scape 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 Ain't no gettin rid of McVay, if so you woulda tried The only way I'm leavin this bitch is suicide I have died clinically, arrived back at my enemies' crib With Hennessey, got drunk then I finished it {*BLAM*} 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 diligently 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 nigga had a grenade to squeeze tight To awake neighbors for acres I'll murder you, I gauge and have me turn into a mad man Son of sam bitch, I'm surgical I'm allergic to dyin, you think not? You got balls? We can see how large, when the music stops I was happy havin a deal at first Thought money would make me happy but it only made my pain worse It hurts when you see your friends turn their back on you, dog And you ain't got nuttin left but your word and your balls And you're stressed from the calls of your new friends Beggin with their hands out, checkin for your record when it's sellin When it ain't that's the end, no laughs, no friends No girls, just the gin you drink, till your car spin you think DAMN! When you slam into the wall And you fall out the car and try to crawl with one arm I'm bout to lose it all in a pool of alcohol If my funeral's tomorrow wonder would they even call? When the music stops Let's see how many of your men loyal When I pull up lookin for you with a pistol, sippin a can of penzoil I'm revved up, who said what, when lead bust Your head just explode with red stuff, I'm handcuffed Tossed in the paddywagon; braggin about how you shouted Like a coward, bullets devoured you, showered you niggas If I was you niggas, I'd run while given a chance Understand, I can enhance the spirit of man Death itself, it can't hurt me Just the thought of dyin alone that really irks me You ain't worthy to speak thoughts of cheap talk Be smart and stop tryin to walk how G's walk before we spark Hug the floor while we playin tug-of-war with your life Fuck a tour and a mic, I'd rather fuck a whore with a knife {AHH!} Deliver that shit that coroner's like You hype poppin shit in broad daylight Nigga you're a goner at night - when the music stops Instigators, turn pits in cages Let loose and bit the neighbors, wrist to razors Y'all don't want war, y'all want talk In the dark my dogs all bark like WOOF! Proof nigga I'mma wolf, get your whole roof Caved in like reindeer hoofs Stomp the booth, shake the floor tiles loose The more y'all breathe shit the more I moves It's Hill Street, this is hardcore Blues Put a gun to rap, check in all our dues (nigga) Or make the news, betcha all y'all move When the uzi pop you better drop, when the music stop Music has changed my life in so many ways Brain's confused, been fucked since the 5th grade LL told me to "Rock the Bells" NWA said "Fuck the Police," now I'm in jail Ninety-three was strictly R&B Fucked up haircut, listened to Jodeci Michael Jackson - who gon' tell me I ain't Mike? Ass cheeks painted white, fuckin Priscilla tonight Flyin down Sunset smokin crack Transvestite in the front, Eddie Murphy in the back M.O.P. had me grimey and gritty Marilyn Manson I dyed my hair blue, and grew some titties Ludacris told me to throw them bows Now I'm in the hospital with a broken nose and a fractured elbow Voices in my head, I'm goin in shock I'm reachin for the Glock but the music stops (*blam*)
17. Say what you say5:09

    Letra

    SAY WHAT YOU SAY --------------- Intro (Dre) Oh, so I'm out the game, huh (Eminem) Yo Dre, we ridin'? (Dre) Whatever... (Eminem) Well I'm wit ya homie (Dre) Okay, let's handle the small shit Verse 1 (Eminem) I was born to brew up storms, stir up shit, kick up dust, cuss till I slur up spit/grew up too quick, went through too much, knew too much shit, corrupt, and I'ma pour it on like syrup, bitch/thick 'n rich, sick and twisted, Mr. Buttersworth,Dre told me to milk this shit for what it's worth/till the cow just tilts and tips and stumbles to earth, and if I fumble averse, keep going, first take/I make mistakes just keep it, no punches pull, no punches, that's weak shit/fake shit, if I evertake shit I'll eat shit, wasn't for him, wouldn't be shit (Dre) Creep with me as we take a little trip down memory lane,been here longer than anyone in the game/and I ain't got to lieabout my age, "But what about Jermaine?" Fuck Jermaine, he don't belong speakin' mine or Timbaland's name/and don't think I don't read your lil' interviews and see what you're sayin', I'm agiant, and I ain't gotta move/till I'm provoked, when I see you, I'ma step on you and not even know it/you midget, mini-me with abunch of mini-yous, runnin' round your backyard swimmin'pools/over eighty million records sold, and I ain't have to do it with ten or eleven year olds Chorus X2 Cus what you say is what you say, say what you say how you say it whenever you sayin' it/just remember how you said it when you was sprayin' it, so who you playin' wit, huh? Verse 2 (Eminem) Second verse, it gets worse, it gets no better than this, amatuers drink veteran piss/from a dixie cup, if you evermix me up or confuse me with a Cannabis or Dre with a Dupri/we'll rub it in, every club you're in, we'll have you black balled and make sure you never rap-a-fuckin'-gain/Dre ain't havin' it as long as I'm here to play devil's advocate (Dre) If there was some magic shit I could wave over the industry, that could save it when I'm gone and buried/to make sure the tradition carries on, I would (Eminem) If I could only use this power for good, I wouldn't, not even if I could (Dre) From the hood, and I'm a hornet, and I'ma only sting when I'm cornered (Eminem) And I'ma only sucker punch and swing without warning/and swing to knock somebody's fuckin' head off, cus I know if they get up, I won't get a chance to let off/another punch, I'm punkrock, no one's punk, don't give a fuck, White-Pac, so much spunk/when I was little I knew I would blow up and sell a mill,or grow up to be Atilla, go nuts and be a killer (Dre) And I'm, somethin' of a phenom, one puff of the chron, I'm unstoppable, I'm alive and on top again/there's no obstacle thatI can't conquer so come along wit us·.Cmon Chorus X2 Verse 3 (Dre) Now anybody who knows Dre, knows I'm about fast cars and Alize, partyin' all day/but I handled my business, cus it' work before play, don't look for trouble, but I'll serve your gourmet/however you want it, you can have it your way, you fuck my night up, I'ma fuck up your day/bullet with your name, sendin' it your way, that goes for anyone who walks through that doorway/cus this is my space, you invade it, live to regret it,and you'll die tryin' to violate it/fuck around, get annihilated, eyes dialated (Eminem) Like my old lady?/Cus what you say is what you say,sometimes what you mean is two different things, depending onyour mood if it swings/think too many things, little hit of Dre's weed, I can do anything, catch a contact and I'm gone/ and I'm back, I speed write and my loose-leaf's my launch pad (Dre) And I can pull any string, don't have to prove anything/catch a contract on your head, you headed west, talkshit about Dre, you better get a vest and invest in something toprotect your head and neck (Eminem) And it's back and forth, all day like Red and Meth, I joke when I say I'm the best, in the booth, but a lot of truth is said in jest/and if I ever do live to be a legend I'ma die a sudden death/five mics in the Source, ain't holdin' my fuckin'breath, but I'll suffocate for the respect 'fore I breathe/ to collect a fuckin' check Chorus X2 Outro (Dre) Watch your fuckin' mouth (Timbaland) Yo this Timbaland. Tell'em I said suck·my dick
18. Till I collapse4:57
19. My dad's gone crazy4:27
20. Curtains Close (Skit)1:01

    Letra

    Ken Kanif: *Ken walks to the mic* Uhhh nmm *taps mic* This thing on..? Where'd everybody go Uhh Guess whos back? Back again Ken is back Tell some men Rub my back Rub my back Rub my back Rub my back Oooh Wait Hello Uhh Goodbye