The Marshall Mathers LP 2 de Eminem

Listado de Canciones

1. Bad Guy7:14

   Letra

   It’s like I'm in this dirt diggin' up old hurt Tried everything to get my mind off you, it won’t work All it takes is one song on the radio yer Right back on it, remindin' me all over again How you fuckin' just brushed me off and left me so burnt Spent a lot of time tryin' to soul search Maybe I needed to grow up a little first Well looks like I hit a growth spurt But I'm comin' for closure Don’t suppose an explanation I’m 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 nothin' You ruined mine, but you seem to be doin' fine Well I’ve never recovered But tonight 'betcha that whatch yer 'Bout to go through’s tougher than anything I ever have suffered Can’t think of a, better way to define poetic justice Can I hold grudges? Mind is sayin' "let it go fuck this" Heart is sayin' "I will once I bury this bitch alive hide the shovel and then drive off in the sunset" and... 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 it's easier to justify What's bad is good and I hate to be the bad guy I just hate to be the bad guy Follow me I run, follow me, follow me, 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 sewing kit, bitch Finish this stitch so you can reap what you sew, knit wit Thought some time would pass and I'd forget it? Forget it You left our family in shambles, and you expect me to just get over him? Pretend he never existed? Maybe gone, but he's not forgotten and don't think cause he's been out the pictures So long that I've stopped the plottin' and still ain't comin' to git 'cha You're wrong and that shit was rotten And the way you played him's same shit you did to me, cold Have you any idea the shit I've gone through? Feelings I harbor, all this pent-up resentment I hold on to Not once you call to ask me how I'm doing Letters you don't respond to 'em Fuck it, I'm coming to see you And gee who better to talk to than you? The cause of my problems My life is garbage and I'm 'bout to take it out on you Poof, then I'm gone 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 it's easier to justify what's bad is good And I hate to be the bad guy, I just hate to be the bad guy I've been driving around your side of this town Like 9 frickin' hours and 45 minutes now Finally I found your new address, park in your drive Feel like I've been waiting on this moment all of my life And it's now arrived, and my mouth is full of saliva My knife is out and I'm ducking on the side of your house See, it's sad it came to this point Such a disappointment I had to make this appointment to come and see ya But ain't here for ya empathy, I don't need your apology Or your friendship of sympathy, it's 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, shouldn't be that easy to do this You don't 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 then swung Stick to the core plan, dragged to the back of a trunk By one of your fans, irony spectacular, huh? Now who's a faggot, you punk? And here's your bronco hat, you can have that shit back cause they suck It's just me, you and the music now, slim I hope you hear it, we're in a car right now Wait, here comes my favorite lyric "I'm the bad guy who makes fun of people that die" And hey, here's a sequel to my mathers lp Just to try to get people to buy How's this for publicity stunt? This should be fun Last album now cause after this you'll 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 you're 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 don't get stopped, no license I fear That sirens I hear? Guess 90 on the freeway wasn't the brightest idea As cops appear in my driver side mirror (Oh, God, police! Ah!) Hope fox trot 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, haha big bro it's for you Slim, this is for him and frank ocean, oh hope you can swim good Now say you hate homos again I also represent anyone on the receiving end of those jokes you offend I'm the nightmare you fell asleep and woke up still in I'm your karma closing in with each stroke of a pen Perfect time to have some remorse to show for your sin Nope, it's hopeless, I'm the denial that you're hopelessly in When they say all of this is approaching its end But you refuse to believe that it's over, here we go all over again Back's to the wall, I’m stacking up all them odds Toilets clogged, yeah ‘cause I’m talking a lot of shit but I’m backing it all up But in my head there’s a voice in the back and it hollers After the track is demolished I am your lack of a conscience I’m the ringing in your ears I’m the polyps on the back of your tonsils Eating your vocal chords after your concerts I’m your time that’s almost up that you haven’t acknowledged Grab for some water but I’m that pill that’s too jagged to swallow I’m the bullies you hate, that you became With every faggot you slaughtered Coming back on you, every woman you insult Batter, with the double standard you have when it comes to your daughters I represent everything you take for granted ‘Cause marshall mathers the rapper’s persona's half a façade And matthew and stan’s just symbolic, of you not knowing what you had until it’s 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 I’m the hindsight to say I told you so Foreshadows of all the things that are to follow I’m the future that’s here to show you what happens tomorrow If you don’t stop after they call you the Biggest laughing stock of rap who can’t call it quits When it’s time to walk away I’m every guilt trip The baggage you have But as you gather up all your possessions If there's anything you have left to say Unless it makes an impact don’t bother So before you rest your case Better make sure you’re packing a wallop So one last time, I’m back Before it fades into black and it’s all over Behold the final chapter in a saga Trying to 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 As we pick up where the last mathers left off
2. Parking Lot (Skit)0:55

   Letra

   (Skit) Don't kill me Hurry the fuck up! Shot thank you! Go, go, go What the fuck? What the fuck are you doing? Mothafucka bail on me? Fuck you! Aw, you gotta be fucking kidding me Are you fucking kidding me? Shit! Get off Shot the dog (Haha) Wheezing The parking lot Shit, ah! (Let me see your hands, prank's over) Fuck it! Shoots himself
3. Rhyme Or Reason5:01

   Letra

   (What's your name?) Marshall (Who's your daddy?) I don't have one My mother reproduced like a komodo dragon And had me on the back of a motorcycle Then crashed in the side of loco-motive with rap, I'm loco It's like handing a psycho a loaded handgun Michelangelo with a paint gun in a tantrum About to explode all over the canvas Back with the Yoda of rap in a spasm (Your music usually has them) (But waned for the game your enthusiasm, it hasn't Follow you must, Rick Rubin, my little Padawan) A Jedi in training, colossal brain and, thoughts of entertaining But docile and impossible to explain and, I'm also vain and Probably find a way to complain about a Picasso painting (Puke) Skywalker, but sound like Chewbacca when I talk Full of such blind rage I need a seeing eye dog Can't even find the page, I was writing this rhyme on, (oh..) Its on a rampage, couldn't see what I wrote I write small (It says) Ever since I drove a 79 Lincoln with white walls Had a fire in my heart, and a dire desire to aspire, to DIE HARD So as long as I'm on the clock punching this time card Hip hop ain't dying on my watch But sometimes, when I’m sleeping, she comes to me in my dreams Is she taken? Is she mine? Don’t got, I don’t care, don’t have two shits to give Let me take you by the hand, to promise land, and threaten everyone Cause there’s no rhyme or no reason for nothing Nah, (Whats your name?) Marshall (Who’s your daddy?) I don’t know him, but I wonder (Is he rich like me?) Haha (Has he taken, any time, to show to show you what you need to live?) No, If he had, he wouldn’t have ended up in these rhymes on my pad I wouldn’t be so mad, my attitude wouldn’t be so bad, yeah, dad Uh, The epitome and the prime example of what happens When the power of the rhyme falls into the wrong hands, and Makes you want to get up and start dancing Even if it is Charles Manson who just happens, To be rapping Blue lights flashing, laughing all the way to the bank Lamping in my K-Mart mansion, I’m in the style department With a pile in my car, ripping the isle apart With great power comes absolutely no responsiblity, for content Completely, despondent, and conde-scen-ding The king of nonsense and contro-versy in on, a Beat killing spree, your honor, I must, plea Guil-ty, cause I sparked a, Revolution Rebel without a cause, who caused the evolution of rap To take it to the next level, boost it But several rebuked it, and whoever produced it… (Hip hop is the devil's music) Is that me? It belongs to me? Cuz I just happen to be, a white honky devil with two horns That don't honk but every time I speak you, hear a beep? But lyrically I never hear a peep, not even a whisper Rappers better stay clear of me, bitch Cause its the It's the time of the season, when hate runs high And this time, give it to you easy, when I take back what's mine With pleasured hands, and torture everyone, that is my plan My job here isn't done, cause there's no rhyme or no reason for nothing (What's your name?) Shady (Who's your daddy?) I don’t give a fuck, but I wonder (Is he rich like me?) Doubt it, ha (Has he taken, any time, to show you what you need to live?) So yeah dad let's walk Let's have us a father and son talk But I bet we probably wouldn't get one block Without me knocking your block off This is all your fault Maybe that's why I'm always so bananas I appeal to all those walks of like Whoever had strife Maybe that's what dad and son talks are like Cause I related to the struggles of [young] America When their fucking parents were unaware of their troubles Now they're ripping out their fucking hair again It's a stare ruckle, I chuckle Cause everybody bloodies their bare knuckles Yeah, uh oh, better beware knuckleheads The sound of my hustle says don't knock The doors broken, it won't lock It might just fly open, get cold cocked You critics come pay me a visit Misery loves company, please stay a minute Kryptonite to a hypocrite Zip your lip if you dish it but can't take it Too busy getting stoned in your glass house To kick rocks, then you wonder why I lash out Mister Mathers as advertised on the flyers So spread the word cause I'm promoting my passion til I'm passed out A completely brain dead Rainman Doing a bankhead in a restraint chair So bitch, if you shoot me a look it better be a blank stare Or get shanked in the pancreas, I'm angrier than All 8 of the reindeer put together with Chief Keef Cause I hate every fucking thing, yeah Even this rhyme bitch, and quit tryna look For a fucking reason for it that ain't there But I still am a criminal Ten year old degenerate grabbing on my genitals The last Mathers LP that went diamond This time I'm predicting this one will go emerald When will the madness end, how can it when There's no method the pad and pen The only message that I have to sing is Dad, I'm back at it again Bitch
4. So Much Better4:21

   Letra

   Pick up the god dang phone Bitch where the fuck were you Tuesday? With who you say? I wasn't at the studio Bitch what'd you do screw Dre? You went there looking for me Oo that excuse is too lame Keep playing me you're gonna end up with a huge goose egg You fake, lying slut you never told me you knew drake Que Lupe? You want to lose two legs You try to flip this on me? If I spent more time with you, you say “Ok yeeah, I’m coo-coo, hey?” Well, screw you And I’d be the third person who screwed you today Oh, four? Dre, Drake, Lupe? Oh touche You were too two-faced for me Thought you was my number one True BlueAce but you ain't And I can see you and you make That little boo-boo face Cause I'm hanging up this phone, boo You make my fucking Blutooth ache You feeling blue too late Go smurf yourself you make me wanna smurfin' puke blue Kool Aid Here's what you say to someone you hate My life will be so much better if you dropped dead (dead) I was laying in bed last night thinking And this thought just popped in my head and I thought Wouldn't shit just be a lot easier if you dropped dead (dead) I would feel so (so) much (much) better Think I just relapsed, this bitch pushed me over the brink Hop on the freeway trying to get some time alone and just think Then the cops pulled me over but they let me go Cause I told ‘em I’m only driving drunk cause that bitch drove me to drink I'm back on my fuck ho's But a whole new hatred for blondes, but bias? I hate all bitches the same, baby come on Excuse the pun but bitch you're such a broad statement And I am channeling my anger through every single station it's on Cause a woman broke my he-art, I say he-art cause you ripped it in two pa-arts And threw it in the garbage, who do you think you are? Bitch guess it's time for me to get the dust off And pick myself up off the carpet But I'll never say the L-word again I la-la-la-la lesbian *shout* I hope you hear this song and go into a cardiac arrest My life would be so much better if you just My life will be so much better if you dropped dead (dead) I was laying in bed last night thinking And this thought just popped in my head and I thought Wouldn't shit just be a lot easier if you dropped dead (dead) I would feel so (so) much (much) better Cuz you told me, you love me, forever Bitch, that was a lie Now I never, wanted someone, to die So bad in my fucking life but fuck it there’s other fish in the sea And I'mma have a whale of a time Being a single sailor for the night Bitch on a scale of 1 to 10, shit I must be the holy grailer Catch this ho I got an Oscar attached to my fucking name (great) I might hit the club on a chica's tail, uh Made for me say fuck it kick some shots back and hammer the nailer These bitches tryna get atached with the failer And latch him to the tail of my bumper to scratch them with the back of my trailer Like I'm itchin' to get hitched Yeah I'm rich as a bitch but bitches ain't shit I'd rather leave a bitch in a ditch Bitch you complain when you listen to this But you still throw yourself at me That's what I call pitchin' a bitch That's why I'm swinging at this chicks on sight Long as I got a bat and two balls it's foul But my dick's on strike so all that love shit is null and void Bitch I'm a droid, I void cupid stupid wasn't for blowjobs you'd be unemployed Oi oi oi man oh man you boy boy boys Getting sick at these girls girls girls Oink oink oink you fucking pigs All you good boys doink doink doink I got 99 problems and the bitch ain't one She's all 99 of them I need a machine gun I take em all out I hope you hear this song And grow into a cardiac arrest have a heart attack And just drop dead and I'mma throw a fucking party after this cause My life will be so much better if you dropped dead (dead) I was laying in bed last night thinking And this thought just popped in my head and I thought Wouldn't shit just be a lot easier if you dropped dead (dead) I would feel so (so) much (much) better I'm just playing bitch, you know I love you
5. Survival4:32
6. Legacy4:56

   Letra

   Tell me where to go, tell me what to do I’ll be right there for you Tell me what to say, don’t matter if it’s true I’ll say it all for you I used to be the type of kid that would always think the sky is falling Why am I so differently wired? Am I a martian? What kind of twisted experiment am I involved in? Cause I don't belong in this world That’s why I’m scolfing at authority defiant often Flying off at the handle with my mom, no dad So I am non-compliant at home, at school I'm just shy and awkward And I don't need no goddamn psychologist Trying to diagnose why I have all these underlying problems Thinking he can try and solve 'em I'm outside chalking up drawings on the sidewalk And in the front drive talking to myself Either that or inside hiding off in the corner somewhere quiet Trying not to be noticed cause I'm crying and sobbing I had a bad day at school so I ain't talking Some cocksucker shoved me into a fucking locker Cause he said that I eyeballed him And if you fall, I’ll catch you there I’ll be your savior from all the wars that are fought inside your world Please, have faith in my words Cause this is my legacy, legacy This is my legacy, legacy There's no guarantee, it's not up to me, we can only see This is my legacy, legacy, legacy, legacy I used to be the type of kid that would always think the sky is falling Why am I so differently wired in my noggin? Cause sporadic as my thoughts come, it’s mind boggling Cause I obsess on everything in my mind, small shit bothers me But not my father, he said sayonara, then split, but I don’t give a shit I'm fine long as there's batteries in my Walkman, nothing's the matter with me Shit look on the bright side at least I ain’t walking I bike ride through the neighborhood of my apartment complex on a ten speed Which I’ve acquired parts that I find in the garbage, a frame then put tires on it Headphones on, I look straight ahead if kids try and start shit But if this is all there is for me, life offers Why bother even tryin to put up a fight? It’s nonsense But I think a light bulb just lit up in my conscience What about them rhymes I’ve been jotting, they're kinda giving me confidence Instead of trying to escape through my comics Why don’t I just blast a little something, like Onyx To put me in the mood to wanna fight and write songs That say what I wanna say to that kid that said that I eyeballed him Grab hold of my balls like that’s right, fight’s on bitch Who woulda’ knew from the moment I turned on the mic on That I could be iconic, in my conquest That’s word to Phife Dog from A Tribe Called Quest This is my legacy, legacy This is my legacy, legacy There's no guarantee, it's not up to me, we can only see This is my legacy, legacy, legacy, legacy I used to be the type of kid that, would always think the sky is falling Now I think the fact that I’m differently wired’s awesome Cause if I wasn’t I wouldn’t be able to work words like this And connect lines like crosswords And use my enemy’s words as strength To try and draw from, and get inspired off ‘em Cause all my life I was told and taught I am not shit By you wack fucking giant sacks of lying dog shit Now you shut up bitch, I am talking Thought I was full of horse shit And now you fucking worship the ground on which I am walking Me against the world, so what? I'm Brian Dawkins Versus the whole 0-16 Lions offense So bring on the Giants, Falcons and Miami Dolphins It's the body bag game, bitch, I'm supplying coffins Cause you dicks butt kiss, bunch of Brian Baldingers You're going to die a ball licker, I've been diabolical With this dialogue since '99 Rawkus You don't respect the legacy I leave behind y'all can suck a dick The day you beat me, pigs'll fly out my ass In a flying saucer full of Italian sausage The most high exalting and I ain't halting 'Til I die of exhaustion, inhale my exhaust fumes The best part about me is I am not you I'm me, I'm the Fire Marshall and this is my... This is my legacy, legacy This is my legacy, legacy There's no guarantee, it's not up to me, we can only see This is my legacy, legacy, legacy, legacy
7. Asshole4:48
8. Berzerk3:58
   Vídeo Letra

   

   Now this shit's about to kick off, this party looks wack Let's take it back to straight hip-hop and start it from scratch I'm 'bout to bloody this track up, everybody get back That's why my pen needs a pad cause my rhymes on the ra-aag Just like I did with addiction I'm '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 I'm looking pale, oh that's my pigment Bout to go ham, ya bish, shout out to Kendrick Let's bring it back to that vintage Slim, bitch The art of MCing mixed with da Vinci and MC Ren And I don't mean Stimpy's friend, bitch Been public enemy since you thought PE was gym, bitch Kick your shoes off, let your hair down and (go berzerk), all night long Grow your beard out, just weird out and (go berzerk), all night long We're gonna rock this house until we knock it down So turn the volume loud, cause it's 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 Life's too short to not go for broke So everybody, everybody (go berzerk) Guess it's just the way that I'm dressed, ain't it? Khakis pressed, Nike shoes crispy and fresh laced So I guess it ain't That aftershave or cologne that made them 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 body's banging, jump me in, dang – bang-bang Yessiree Bob I was thinking the same thing So come get on this Kid’s rock, baw-wit-da-baw dang-dang P-p-p pow-pow chicka bow chicka wow-wow Got your gal blowing up a val-v-v-v-val-valve Ain't slowing down, throw in the towel, t-t-towel toww Dumb it down, I don’t know how (huh-huh) how-how At least I know that I don't know Question is are you bozos smart enough to feel stupid Hope so, now ho Kick your shoes off, let your hair down and (go berzerk), all night long Grow your beard out, just weird out and (go berzerk), all night long We're gonna rock this house until we knock it down So turn the volume loud, cause it's 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 Life's too short to not go for broke So everybody, everybody (go berzerk) 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, that's the past But I done did enough codeine to knock Future into tomorrow And girl, I ain't got no money to borrow But I am trying to find a way to get you a-loan (car note) Oh, Marshall Mathers Shit head with a potty mouth, get the bar of soap lathered Kangol's and Carheartless Cargos Girl you're fixing to get your heart broke Don't be absurd, ma'am, you birdbrain baby I ain't called anybody baby since Birdman, unless you're a swallow Word, Rick, word man you heard, but don't be discouraged girl This is your jam, unless you got toe jam Kick your shoes off, let your hair down and (go berzerk), all night long Grow your beard out, just weird out and (go berzerk), all night long We're gonna rock this house until we knock it down So turn the volume loud, cause it's 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 Life's too short to not go for broke So everybody, everybody (go berzerk) We're gonna rock this house until we knock it down So turn the volume loud, cause it's 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 Life's too short to not go for broke So everybody, everybody (go berzerk)
9. Rap God6:03

   Letra

   Look, I was gonna go easy on you and not to hurt your feelings But I'm only going to get this one chance Something's wrong, I can feel it (For six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on) Just a feeling I've got, like something's about to happen But I don't know what If that means, what I think it means We're in trouble, big trouble And if he is as bananas as you say I'm not taking any chances You were just what the doc ordered I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slapbox, slapbox They said I rap like a robot, so call me Rapbot But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes I got a laptop in my back pocket My pen'll go off when I half-cock it Got a fat knot from that rap profit Made a living and a killing off it Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office With Monica Lewinsky feeling on his nut-sack I'm an MC still as honest But as rude and as indecent as all hell Syllables, skill-a-holic (kill 'em all with) This flippity dippity-hippity hip-hop You don't really wanna get into a pissing match With this rappity-rap Packing 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 I'm practicing that I'll still be able to break a mothafuckin' table Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half Only realized it was ironic I was under Aftermath after the fact How could I not blow? All I do is drop F-bombs Feel my wrath of attack Rappers are having a rough time period Here's a maxi pad It's actually disastrously bad for the wack While I'm masterfully constructing this master piece I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slapbox, slapbox Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard Everybody want the key and the secret To rap immortality like I have got Well, to be truthful the blueprint's 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 MC's 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? I'm 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 DMC and induct them Into the mothafuckin' Rock n' Roll Hall of Fame Even though I'll walk in the church And burst in a ball of flames Only Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in Is the alcohol of fame, on the wall of shame You fags think it's all a game 'Til I walk a flock of flames off a plank And, tell me what in the fuck are you thinking? Little gay-looking boy So gay I can barely say it with a straight face, looking boy You're witnessing a mass-occur Like you're watching a church gathering take place, looking boy Oy vey, that boy's gay, that's all they say, looking boy You get a thumbs up, pat on the back And a "way to go" from your label every day, looking boy Hey, looking boy, what you say, looking boy I get a "hell yeah" from Dre, looking boy I'ma work for everything I have, never ask nobody for shit Get outta my face, looking boy Basically, boy, you're never gonna be capable To keep it up with the same pace, looking boy Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod The way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, Nascar Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard So you be Thor and I'll be Odin You rodent, I'm omnipotent Let off then I'm reloading immediately With these bombs I'm toting And I should not be woken, I'm the walking dead But I'm just a talking head, a zombie floating But I got your mom deep throating I'm out my Ramen Noodle We have nothing in common, poodle I'm a doberman, pinch yourself in the arm And pay homage, pupil It's me, my honesty's brutal But it's honestly futile If I don't 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 looking at me like it's lunchtime I know there was a time Where once I was king of the underground But I still rap like I'm 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 trying to censor you Like that one line I said on I'm Back, from the Mathers LP One when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from Columbine Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a nine See if I get away with it now that I ain't as big as I was But I'm morphing into an immortal Coming through the portal You're stuck in a time warp from 2004, though And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for You're pointless as Rapunzel with fucking 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 Mayweather's pad Singing to a man while they 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, I'ma kill you! Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assuming I'm a human What I gotta do to get it through to you? I'm superhuman Innovative and I'm made of rubber So that anything you say is ricocheting off of me And it'll glue to you And I'm devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a mothafuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating Never fading, and I know the haters are forever waiting For the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music Oh, he's too mainstream Well, that's what they do when they get jealous They confuse it It's not hip-hop, it's 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 don't know how to make songs like that I don't know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I'm ripping any one of these verses That versus you, it's curtains I'm inadvertently hurting you How many verses I gotta murder to Prove that if you were half as nice your songs You could sacrifice virgins too School flunky, pill junky 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 I'm a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues But it's still tongue in cheek, fuck you I'm drunk, so Satan take the fucking wheel I'm asleep in the front seat Bumping Heavy D and the Boyz Still Chunky but Funky But in my head there's something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils And here's what they want from me They're asking me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I had Then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But fuck it, life's handing you lemons Make lemonade then But if I can't batter the women How the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then? Don't mistake him for Satan It's a fatal mistake If you think I need to be overseas And take a vacation to trip abroad And make her fall on her face And don't be a retard Be a king? Think not Why be a king when you can be a God?
10. Brainless4:46

    Letra

    Eminem has a full line of chainsaws Eminem, Eminem, Eminem, Eminem Marshall Mathers, Eminem, the rapper Eminem "Who can say for sure? Perhaps a frontal lobotomy would be the answer If science could operate on this distorted brain and put it to good use Society would reap a great benefit." I walk around like a space cadet, place your bets Who's likely to become a serial killer, case of Tourettes Fuck, fuck-fuck, can't take the stress I make a mess as the day progresses Angry and take it out on the neighbors hedges Like this is how I'll cut your face up bitches With these hedge trimming scissors with razor edges Imagination's dangerous, it's The only way to escape this mess and make the best of this situation I guess Cause I feel like a little bitch, this predicament's Despicable, I'm sick of just gettin' pushed, it's ridiculous I look like a freakin' wuss, a pussy, this kid just took My stick of licorice and threw my sticker books in a picker bush I wanna kick his tush, but I was six and shook This fucker was twelve and was six foot, with a vicious hook He hit me, I fell; I got back up, all I did was book Now there's using your head Momma always said If you had a brain, you'd be dangerous A brain, you'd be dangerous I'ma prove you wrong Momma, I'mma grow one day to be famous And I'mma be a pain in the anus I'ma be the bomb I'ma use my head as a weapon Find a way to escape this insaneness Momma always said, "Son, if you had a brain, you'd be dangerous" Guess it pays to be brainless Fast forward some years later, a teenager; this is fun, sweet I just got jumped twice in one week, it's complete It's usually once a month, this is some feat I've accomplished, they've stomped me into the mud, gee for what reason, you stumped me But how do you get the shit beat out of you beat down and be upbeat when you don't have nothing? No valid shot at life, chance to make it or succeed Cause you're doomed from the start it's like you grew up on Jump Street, from jump street But if I could just get my head out my ass I could accomplish any task Practicing trash talkin' In a trance locked in my room, yeah but I got some plans, Momma These damn rhymes are falling out of my pants pocket I can't stop it And I'm starting to blend in more In school this shit helps for sure I'm getting more self-assured than I've ever been before Plus no one picks on me anymore, I done put a stop to that threw my first punch - end of story Still in my skull is a vacant empty void been using it more as a bin for storage Take some inventory In this gourd there's a Ford engine, door hinge, syringe an orange, an extension cord, and a Ninja sword, not to mention four linchpins an astringent stored Ironing board, a bench, a wrench an oru winch an attention whore Everything but a brain, but dome's off the fucking chain like an independent store Something's wrong with my head Just think if I had a brain in it, thank God that I don't Cause I'd probably be Dahmer, cause Momma always said If you had a brain, you'd be dangerous A brain, you'd be dangerous I'ma prove you wrong Momma, I'mma grow one day to be famous And I'mma be a pain in the anus I'ma be the bomb I'ma use my head as a weapon Find a way to escape this insaneness Momma always said "Son, if you had a brain, you'd be dangerous" Guess it pays to be brainless Now my Mom goes wahm-wahm-wahm Cause I'm not that smart, but I'm not dumb I was on a bottom of the pile getting stomped But somehow, I came out on top I told you one day, I said they'd have that red carpet rolled out, yo I'm nice, yo, fuck it, I'm out cold Now everywhere I go they scream out go I'm 'bout to clean house, yo I'm Lysol, now I'm just household Outsold the sell-outs, freak the hell out Middle America hear 'em yell out in terror they were so scared and those kids Just about, belted out whatever spouted or fell out of my smart aleck mouth, it was so weird Inappropriate, so be it, I don't see it Maybe one day when the smoke clears, it won't be as Mothafucking difficult, ch-yeah, 'til then, hopefully ya Little homos get over your fears and phobias It's okay to be scared straight, they said I provoke queers 'Til emotions evoke tears, my whole career's A stroke of sheer genius, smoke and mirrors, tactical, practical jokes, yeah You mothafuckin' (insert insult here) Who the fuck would've thunk that one little ole MC'd Be able to take the whole culture and re-upholstery it? And boy, they did flock; can't believe this little hick locked This hip-hop shit in his hip pocket and still the shit got That white trash traffic in gridlock, shit hopping like six blocks From a Kid Rock, Insane Clown Posse Concert in mid Oc- Tober, and God forbid I see a wizard and get a brain in my titanium cranium y'all, cause I'll turn into the Unabomber, Momma always said If you had a brain, you'd be dangerous A brain, you'd be dangerous I'ma prove you wrong Momma, I'mma grow one day to be famous And I'mma be a pain in the anus I'ma be the bomb I'ma use my head as a weapon Find a way to escape this insaneness Momma always said, "Son, if you had a brain, you'd be dangerous" Guess it pays to be brainless Insaneness ain't even a word, you stupid fuck Neither is ain't
11. Stronger Than I Was5:36

    Letra

    You used to say that I'd never be Nothing without you and I'd believe I'm shot in the lungs, I gasp, I can't breathe Just lay here with me, baby, hold me please And I'd beg and I'd plead, drop to knees And I'd cry and I'd scream, "Baby, please don't leave" Snatch the keys from your hand, I would squeeze And you'd laugh, and you'd tease, you're just fucking with me And you must hate me, why do you date me if you say I make you sick? And you've enough to me, I smother you I'm 'bout to jump off this edge But you won't break me, you'll just make me stronger than I was Before I met you, I bet you I'll be just fine without you And if I stumble, I won't crumble, I'll get back up and uhh But I'mma still be humble when I scream "Fuck you" 'Cause I'm stronger than I was A beautiful face is all that you have Cause on the inside you're ugly and mad But you're all that I love, I grasp, you can't leave Please stay here with me, baby hold me please And I'd beg and I plead, drop to knees And I'd cry and I'd scream, baby, please don't leave 'Cause you left and you took everything I had left And left nothing, nothing for me So please don't wake me from this dream, baby We're still together in my head And you're still in love with me 'Till I woke up to discover that that dream was dead But you won't break me, you'll just make me stronger than I was Before I met you, I bet you I'll be just fine without you And if I stumble, I won't crumble, I'll get back up and uhh But I'mma still be humble when I scream, "Fuck you" 'Cause I'm stronger than I was You walked out, I almost died, it was almost a homicide That you caused cause I was so traumatized Felt like I was in for a long bus ride I'd rather die than you not be by my side Can't count how many times I vomited, cried Go to my room, turn the radio on and hide, uh Thought we were Bonnie and Clyde, no On the inside you were Jekyll and Hyde I felt like my whole relationship with you was a lie It was you and I, why did I think it was ride or die? 'Cause if you coulda, took my life you woulda It's like you put a, knife through my chest And pushed it right through to the, other side Of my back and stuck a spike too, shoulda Put up more of a fight, but I couldn't At the time, no one could hurt me like you coulda Take you back now, what's the likelihood of that? Bite me bitch, chewing on a nineteen footer 'Cause this morning I finally stood up Held my chin up, finally showed a sign Of life in me for the, first time since you left me And left me with nothing but shattered dreams And the life we coulda, had and we could've been But I'm breaking out of this slump I'm in Pulling myself out of the dumps once again I'm getting up once and for all, fuck this shit I'ma be late for the pity party But you're never gonna beat me to the fucking punch again Took it on the chin like a champ So don't lump me in with the chump ends I'm done being your punching bag It was the November 31st today Would've been our anniversary Two years but you left on the first of May I wrote it on a calendar, was gonna call But couldn't think of the words to say But they came to me just now So I put 'em in a verse to lay And I thank you cause you made me a better person than I was But I hate you cause you drained me, I gave you all, you gave me none But if you blame me, you're crazy and after all is said and done I'm still angry, yeah, I maybe, I may never trust someone But you won't break me, you'll just make me stronger than I was Before I met you, I bet you I'll be just fine without you And if I stumble, I won't crumble, I'll get back up and uhh But I'mma still be humble when I scream, "Fuck you" 'Cause I'm stronger than I was
12. The Monster4:10
13. So Far...5:17

    Letra

    I own a mansion, but live in a house A king-size bed, but I sleep on the couch I’m Mr.Brightside, glass is half full But my tank is half empty, gasket just blew This always happens, 30 minutes from home Gotta lay a log cabin and only option I have is McDonald’s bathroom In a public stall dropping a football So every time someone walks in the john I get Madden ”Shady, what up?” What? Come on, man, I’m crapping And you’re asking me for my got damn autograph on a napkin? Oh, that’s odd, I just happened to run out of tissue Yeah, hand me that, on second thought I’d be glad then ”Thanks, dawg, name’s Todd, a big fan” I wiped my ass with it, crumbled it up in a wad and threw it back and Told him ”Todd, you’re the shit” when does all of this crap end? Can’t park my ass without causing an accident Puff my gas, cut my grass, can’t take out the fucking trash Without someone passing through my sub harassing I’d count my blessings, but I suck at math I’d rather wallow then bass suffering from succotash But the antacid is my stomach gas I mix my corn with my fucking mash Potato, so what, ho, kiss my country bumpkin ass Missouri Southern roots, what the fuck is upperclass Call lunch dinner, call dinner supper Tupperware in a covered plastic wear up the ass Stuck in the past, iPod, what the fuck is that? B-boy to the core, mule, I’m a stubborn ass Maybe that’s why I feel so strange Got it all, but I still won’t change Maybe that’s why I can’t leave Detroit It’s the motivation that keeps me going This is the inspiration I need I can never turn my back on a city that made me (Life’s been good to me so far) They call me classless, I heard that, I second and third that Don’t know what the fuck I would doing if it weren’t rap Probably be a giant turd-sack But I blew, never turned back Turned 40 and still sag Teenagers act more fucking mature, Jack Fuck you gonna say to me? I leave on my own terms, asshole, I’m going berzerk My nerves are bad, but I love the perks my work has I get to meet famous people, look at her, dag Her nylons ran, her skirt snag And I heard she drag-races, burp swag Fucking my Hanes shirt tag You’re Danica Patrick (yeah) work, skag We’d be the perfect match Cause you’re a vacuum, I’m a dirtbag My apologies, no disrespect to technology But what the heck is all of these buttons? You expect me to sit here and learn that? Fuck I gotta do to hear this new song from Luda? Be an expert at computers? I’d rather be an encyclopedia Britannica, hell with a Playstation I’m still on my first manual from Zelda Nintendo, bitch, run, jump, punch, stab and I melt the Mozzarella on my spaghetti, put in on bread Make a sandwich with welch’s and belch They say this spray butter is bad for my health, but I think there’s more white trash from the trailer Jed Clampett, Redd Sanford welfare mentality helps to Keep me grounded, that’s why I never take full advantage of wealth, I Managed to dwell within these parameters Still cramming the shelves full of hamburger helper I can’t even help it, this is the hand I was dealt to Creature of habit, feel like I’m trapped in an animal shelter With all these pet peeves God dammit to hell, I can’t stand all these kids with their camera cellphones I can’t go anywhere, I get so mad I can yell, the Other day someone got little elaborate and stuck a fucking dead cat in my mailbox Went to Burger King, they spit on my onion rings I think my karma is catching up with me Maybe that’s why I feel so strange Got it all, but I still won’t change Maybe that’s why I can’t leave Detroit It’s the motivation that keeps me going This is the inspiration I need I can never turn my back on a city that made me (Life’s been good to me so far) Got friends on facebook, all over the world Not sure what that means, they tell me it’s good So I’m artist of the decade, I even got a plaque I’d hang it up, but the frame is all cracked [Verse 3] I’m trying to be lowkey, hopefully nobody notices me In produce hunched over, giant nosebleed Over stop as I mosey over to the frozen aisle By the frozen yogurt this guy approached me Embarrassed, I just did Comerica with Hova Show’s over, I’m hiding in Kroeger buying groceries He just had front row seats, told me to sign this poster Then insults me “wow, up close didn’t know you had crow’s feet” I’m at a crossroad lost till shopping at Costco Sloppy Joe’s, buck waffles Got caught picking my nose, ah Look over see these two hot hoes Finger still up in one of my nostrils Right next to ‘em stuck at the light This fucking shit is taking forever to change I’m stuck, these bitches are loving it rubbing it in Chuckling, couldn’t do nothing, play it off ”What you bumping? Trunk Muzik? Yelawolf’s better”, fucking bitch They want me to flip at the label, but I won’t succumb to it The pressure, they want me to follow up with another one after Recovery Was so highly coveted, but what good is a fucking recovery if I fumble it? Cause I’mma drop the ball if I don’t get a grip Hopping on shrubbery on you sons of bitches Wrong subdivison to fuck with, bitch Quit snapping fucking pictures of my kids I love my titty, but you push me to my limit, what a pity The shit I complain about It’s like there ain’t a cloud in the sky and it’s raining out Kool Aid stain on the couch, I’d never get it out Bitch, I got an elevator in my house Ants and a mouse, I’m living the dream Maybe that’s why I feel so strange Got it all, but I still won’t change Maybe that’s why I can’t leave Detroit It’s the motivation that keeps me going This is the inspiration I need I can never turn my back on a city that made me (Life’s been good to me so far)
14. Love Game4:56

    Letra

    Eminem: Somethin's burnin', I can't figure out what It's either lust or a cloud of dust Judgement is clouded, must just be the powder from the power of love But I'm in somethin' I don't 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 walked allowed her I paused for a minute to make something, that's what I heard Cuz after all this is her place So I gave her the benefit of the doubt Think I might be about Busta Busta The thought's so scary, yo that it hurts, brace Hope it ain't, there 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 Should've known when I made it all the way to third base And that was only the first date, coulda made it to home plate But you slid straight for the dome and dove face first No, you don't, under, stand, I, don't, do this for Anyone, ever, Yeah that ain't what they all say I'll say it, you can suck a softball through a straw, used to be my fiance 'Til you sucked on Wayne, Andre, and Kanye Lebron, Akon, Jay, Lil Jon, Raekwon, Ma$e Polow Tha Don, Drake, Dante Ross, James Conway, Kwame Guess I'm gettin my goddamn Jigga on Cause your name, I'm beyond sayin' But fuck it, I'm movin' on, you women are all cray But I'll probably always keep on playin' the game of Sample: Love, love, love, love L-l, l-l-l-love Kendrick Lamar: She doesn't love me, no she don't love me no more She hates my company, yeah she don't love me no more I tried to get her up out of my head as my bags hit the door She screamed she loves me like she never did before [And I told her go where you want And go do what you want to do. I don't care]x2 Kendrick Lamar: I told that bitch I'm a sucker for love, you're a sucker for dick Suckin' dick in your momma's tub 'til 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 you "Sherane is not available now leave a message at the tone And Kendrick don't forget to buy two pair of those Expensive heels, you little fuckin' ferris wheel Fuckin' spendin' on me, fuck you think we gon' get married still? Fuckin' Mary had a little lamb, this ain't no fairy tale Fairy godmomma better tell you how I fuckin' feel Like you should fuckin' beat it or fuckin' eat it while I'm on my period Now have a blessed day" Bitch you serious? I'm in the mirror with this look on my face, curious Why you ain't fuckin' with me, you cut me up, a Caesarean You know I want you bad as a Benjamin, I'm delirious I want you bad as the head shattered on George Zimmerman After the dillinger hit'em diligently and killin' him His mouthpiece for a Cadillac emblem That's analogy and metaphor for yah I should win a medal for all the ways I adore yah This is me talkin' poetry, yeah I got some home trainin' That ain't what you like, ain't it? What about if I was famous As Marshall, would you give fellatio in the carpool Cops pull us over, they just wanna know if you gargle, singin' I hope she's good enough, meanwhile you're chasin' her Chlamydia couldn't even get rid of her Pity the fool that pity the fool in me, I'mma live with the game of Eminem: So needless to say I'm feeling betrayed Snatched my housekey off my keychain She jumped off, Wee-Bey from The Wire, escape Now she's chasin' me with a cheese grater Here goes that broken record, cliche, it's all my fault anyway She's turnin' the tables, I'm a beat-break Treats my face like seratos, she cuts and scratches like a DJ Each day is an instant replay They sayin' we display cinethematic abatic behavior Back together but forgot today was her b-day, cut me off on the freeway Simple misunderstandin' but just as I went to slam on the brakes Then I realized that she may be as crazy as me, wait Bitch cut my fuckin' brakeline, stepped on them fuckers 8 times Still goin' 73, thank God there's an exit coming up But them other F-U-C-K's all would of hit the off ramp So I coast into a gosh damned aww hit a fuckin' tree Now here she comes at full speed, she's racin' at me, okay you wanna fuck with me, eh? Snatch the bitch out her car through the window, she screamin' I body slam her onto the cement, until the concrete gave and created a sinkhole Bury this stink ho in it, then payed to have the street re-paved Fuck, woke up in a dream state in a cold sweat like I got hit with a freeze ray durin' a heat wave Guess I eventually caved though, cause she's layin' next to me in bed Directly aimin' a gat at my head Woke up again and jumped up like fuck it, I've had it, I'm checkin' into rehab I confess I'm a static addict, I guess that's why I'm so clingy Every girl I've ever had either says I got to much baggage Or I'm just too dramatic Man what the fuck is the matter? I'm just a fucking romantic I fucking love you, you fucking bitch! Combative, possessive, in fact last time I was mad at an ex I actually set off a chain reaction, a tragic event I said "hit the road" and after she left I sent that bitch a text I said "be careful driving, don't read this and have a accident" She glanced to look at it and write, too bad Thought we had a connect No sense dwelling makes, never been a more compelling case Than a model covered in L'Oreal and mace, who fell from grace Eleven stories for story telling but the whore was yelling "rape" So the vocal cords were swelling and her voice were more hoarser than Tori Spelling's face Still they swarm the gates and my fans making stakes to greet Norman Bates with a warm embrace Unless you're Andrea Yates, don't ask me for a date, don't be late Well the sentiments great, but wait then there's been a mistake You want an intimate date, I wanna intimidate I have infinite hate in my blood, it's mainly because of the game of (*Message sound*) Wait dinner at eight I have infinite hate in my blood, it's mainly because of the game of Love, love, love, love L-l, l-l-l-love
15. Headlights5:43

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16. Evil Twin5:56

    Letra

    Yeah, trying to figure out the difference But I think I think the lines are starting to get blurry I'm in a strange place I feel like Mase when he gave up the game for his faith I feel like I'm caged in these chains and restraints Grinning every stranger in the place while I gaze into space Cause I'm mentally rearranging his face I need a change of pace cause the pace I'm working at is dangerous There's nowhere to dump this anger and thanks to this angst I done quit chicken heads in cold turkey and started slowly roasting 'em Cause that's where most of my anger is based Fuck your feelings, I feel like I play for the Saints I just want to hurt you, aim for the skanks Then aim for all these fake Kanye's, Jay's, Wayne's and the Drake's I'm frustrated cause ain't no more N'Sync, now I'm all out of wack I'm all out of Backstreet Boys to call out and attack I'm going all out in this rap shit and whatever the fallout is I'm strapped for battles, suck a duck, crawl out the back, bar fight Prepare your arsenal and beware of bar stools flying through the air And bottles breaking, mirrors also And I ain't stopping 'til the swear jar's full You done called every woman a slut, but you forgetting Sarah, Marshall (Palin!) Oh my bad, slut And next time I show up in court I'll be naked and square a lawsuit Judge be like "that's sharp, how much that motherfucker cost you? Smart ass, you lucky I don't tear it off you And jmp your bones, you sexy motherfucker You so fucking gravy, Marshall, I should start calling you au jus Cause all you do is spit them lyrics out the wazoo Evil twin, take this beat now, it's on you'' I believe people can change, but only for the worse I could've changed the world if it wasn't for this verse So satanic K-Mart chains panic Cause they can't even spin back the curse words Cause they're worse when they're reversed, motherfucker (I fuck em - rape your mother) And these kids are like parrots They run around the house just like terrorists Screaming "fuck, shit, fuck" Adult with a childish like arrogance Wild ever since the day I came out I was like "merits, fuck that" I'd rather be loud and I like swearing From the first album even the gals were like "tight lyrics, dreamy eyes" But my fucking mouth was nightmare-ish And from the start of it you felt like you were a part of this And the opposition felt the opposite Sometimes I listen and revisit them old albums Often as I can and skim through all them bitches To make sure I keep up with my competition Hogger of beats, hoarder of rhymes Borderline genius who's bored of his lines And that sort of defines where I'm at and the way I feel now Feel like I might just strike first and ignore the replies This darkness comes in me (Evil twin) And comes again That ain't me He's just a friend who pops up now and again So don't blame me, blame him I step out and see my evil twin, he gives me an evil grin Welcome back to the land of the living, my friend You have slept for quite some time So who's left? Lady Gaga? Messed with the Bieber Nah, F with Christina, I ain't fucking with either Jessica neither Simpson or Alba, my albums just sicker than struck with the fever Get the cloriseptic Excedrin aleve or extra strength Tylenol 3’s Feel like I'm burning to death, but I'm freezin' Bed ridden and destined to never leave the Bedroom ever again like the legend of Heather Ledger My suicide notes, barely legible read the Bottom, it's signed by The Joker Lorena said I never can leave her She'd sever my wiener I ever deceive her Fuck that shit, bitch Give up my dick for pussy, I'd be Jerry Mathers I'ever left it at beaver Get them titties cut off trying to mess with the cleaver Golly-wally, I bet he registered Jesus Ever since 1-9-9-4-6 Dresden it was definite lean My destiny went on the steps, I met Deshaun at Osborn I'd never make it to sophomore I just wanted to skip school and rap, used to mop floors Flip burgers and wash dishes, but I wrote rhymes trying to get props for 'em Cause I took book-smarts and swapped for 'em They was sleeping, I made them stop snorin' Made them break out the popcorn Now I've been hip hop in its tip top form Since N.W.A. was blaring through my car windows leaning on the horn Screaming ''fuck the police'' like cop porn Flipped rap on its ear like I dropped corn Fuck top 5, bitch, I'm top 4 ANd that includes Biggie and Pac, whore And I got an evil twin, so who do you think that's 3rd and that 4th spot's for? And as crazy as I am I'm much tamer than him And I'm nuts, then again who the fuck wants a plain Eminem? But no one's insaner than Slim, look at that evil grin (evil twin) Please come in, what was your name again? Hi, faggot Look who's back with a crab up his ass like a lobster crawled up there Two rabbits, a koala bear and a ball of hair And you're all aware I ain't got it all upstairs Guess that's why I'm an addict and it's just small up there Peace to Whitney, geez, just hit me That I should call the looney police to come get me Cause I'm so sick of being the truth I wish somebody finally admit me Into a mental hospital with Britney Oh, LMFAO, no way, ho Jose Baez couldn't beat this rap, OJ no Hooray, I'm off the hook like Casey Anthony Hey ho, hey ho I sound like I'm trying to sing the fucking chorus to hip hop hooray No I’m hollering you got bottom-end like an 808 And a [bass] whether we’re fucking off that instead of your face, so Let the low end raise, yo Tango, what you think, ho? Slow dancing or bowling You trying to hold hands with your homie? What? You think I'm looking for romance cause I'm lonely? Change that tune, you ain't got remote chance to control me Ho, I'm only vulnerable when I got a boner Superman tried to fuck me over, it won't hurt Don't try to fix me, I'm broke so I don't work So are you, but you're broke cause you don't work But all bullshit aside I hit a stride Still Shady inside, hair every bit is dyed As it used to be when I first introduced y'all to my skittish side And blamed it on him when they tried to criticize Cause we are the same, bitch