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Hailie’s Song Lyrics Da-da, da-da Yo, I cant sing, but I feel like singing I wanna fuckin sing Cause Im happy Yeah, Im happy I got my baby back Yo, check it out Some days I sit starin out the window Watchin this world pass me by Sometimes I think theres nothin to live for I almost break down and cry Sometimes I think Im crazy Im crazy, oh, so crazy Why am I here? Am I just wastin my time? But then I see my baby Suddenly Im not crazy It all makes sense when I look into her eyes, oh, no Cause sometimes it feels like the worlds on my shoulders Everyones leanin on me ‘Cause sometimes it feels like the worlds almost over But then she comes back to me My baby girl keeps gettin older I watch her grow up with pride People make jokes ‘cause they dont understand me They just dont see my real side I act like shit dont faze me Inside it drives me crazy My insecurities could eat me alive But then I see my baby Suddenly Im not crazy It all makes sense when I look into her eyes, oh, no ‘Cause sometimes it feels like the worlds on my shoulders Everyones leanin on me ‘Cause sometimes it feels like the worlds almost over But then she comes back to me Man, if I could sing, Id keep singin this song to my daughter If I could hit the notes, Id blow somethin as long as my father To show her how I feel about her, how proud I am that I got her God, Im a daddy, Im so glad that her mom didnt reh tnaw Now, you probably get this picture from my public persona That Im a pistol-packin drug addict who bags on his momma But I wanna just take this time out to be perfectly honest ‘Cause theres a lot of shit I keep bottled that hurts deep inside of My soul and just know that I grow colder the older I grow This boulder on my shoulder gets heavy and harder to hold And this load is like the weight of the world And I think my neck is breakin Should I just give up or try to live up to these expectations? Now look, I love my daughter more than life in itself But I got a wife thats determined to make my life livin hell But I handle it well, given the circumstances Im dealt So many chances, man, its too bad, coulda had someone else But the years that Ive wasted is nothin to the tears that Ive tasted So heres what Im facin: three felonies, six years of probation Ive went to jail for this woman Ive been to bat for this woman Ive taken bats to peoples backs Bent over backwards for this woman Man, I shoulda seen it comin, whatd I stick my penis up in? Wouldnt have ripped the prenup up if Ida seen what she was fuckin But fuck it, its over, theres no more reason to cry no more I got my baby, maybe, the only lady that I adore Hailie! So sayonara, try tomorrow, nice to know ya Our babys traveled back to the arms of her rightful owner And suddenly it seems like my shoulder blades have just shifted Its like the greatest gift you can get, the weight has been lifted And— Now it dont feel like the worlds on my shoulders Everyones leanin on me Cause my baby knows that her daddys a soldier Nothin can take her from me Wooo! Told you I cant sing Oh, well—I tried Hailie, member when I said If you ever need anything, Daddy would be right there? Guess what—Daddys here And I aint goin nowhere, baby I love you ​​110Embed

2011 BET Hip Hop Awards - Shady 2.0 Cypher Lyrics Welcome to Detroit This is the BET, Shady 2.0 Cypher 2011 Myself, Slaughterhouse, and Yelawolf White Dawg, get em! Yeah Put these mothafuckas in a box, then I send em away Put em in a gray llac and pop the trunk Ayy, throw em in the back, jack; ha, dig em a grave Put a brick inside that Xerox when I print up a page Movin keys, I can relate, cause I live in a cage I throw up the A, I take em to school, I give em a grade An easy E for effort; thats WWA White with an attitude, alphabet soup is on my plate All I got is Zs, they sleepin on me, I cant get em awake I spoon-feed em a sound in a room full of deceivers and clowns Who believe in makin it rain cause all they see is the clouds And I watch from the couch of the VIP like a potato With a bunch of meatheads like, Fuck it, Ill just feed em a cow Plenty of white boys to pick from this year But before you pick a pepper, you better pick up your heater Cause even Peter Piper could pick up a mic But what its like to pick a fight with me Is like puttin Nikes on a cheetah Better speed up, or at least in my case Adidas Im out this bitch, drinkin Sprite by the two-liter Holler! Shady Records… Say Im from the new school Ima say, Check your tone and watch your mouth! If they teachin how to Dougie, Im condonin droppin out Forced to wild, yall birthed me, then gave me up I just perfected being hip-hops foster child; now check it Dont blame yall for being trash, fans are coppin it The radios the crime scene, the masses are the hostages In my youth Id throw shots, the fad was dodgin it Im grown, I aint watchin the throne, Im sabotagin it You see that four-headed monster in the storm looms? Snipe em from a distance; the scope got a long zoom You Super Mario thugs is in the wrong room Gotta figure here you wont get bigger if you on shrooms If it was left to me, Id revive what the game be bout Id have took the wine outta Amy house Enough raps from you scrub cats bout cockin a snub back Wayne couldnt teach me how to love that But I got this chick from uptown, she my summer bunny Both parents broke, but she come from money Think my bread is her paper to burn So I lock her out, and now she doubt David is Stern She so bad, I make her hit the telly from a taxi Then dead her in the Holiday Inn, learned that from Max B Thats why the haters envy, kinda wanna send me llamas I made it right before their eyes, like I was Benihanas Is it me, or is what Im hearing just pitiful? Airwaves the same, now the stereos typical My skins thick, so the critics ignored So unafraid to die youd think I did it before The boys Rodman with the trash talk Magic or Walt with the black ball Way I bounce off the asphalt with cat paws, glass jaw Hood of your mask will be the Blackfoot with no passport Body be found in a mansion in one of my trapdoors If punks had award, you status whores categore Probably be that of awards Between Michael Rapaport and Kenny Lattimore I know hip-hops alive and well If it died, you other crews wouldnt survive the smell Ladies and gentlemen... Make that face at em, dog! Crooked I Get em! I spot a victim, the plotll thicken when the clock is tickin I caught him slippin, I gotta give him a shot, I hit him With proper spittin, hottest writtens and compositions So competitions a contradiction Somebody mention they got a Crooked, highly fiction We probly different, got Gotti henchmen Opposition, Ill body quick as Bugatti engines Im on a mission to get richer, the sickest lyric-kicker Diggin a ditch for different spitters Weak lyricists get disfigured Sip liquor, spit like a sick mixture Of Notorious, Pun and L; get the big picture? The poster, Ill roast ya My mind so deadly its just like the beanie is close to a holster Its over, control my whole coastal region Like Im supposed to, flow is goin postal even Open season, heart close to freezin Ruthless as Eazy, nigga, approach, Im squeezin Believe me, dopest West-Coaster breathin So most yall hope Im vegan; nope, Im beefin Rappers need to keep it trill, give me a beat to kill Too many people still eatin sleeping pills People sleepin on my ether skills And yall aint even real, you bout to die in this cypher Before you die you should do the Jada and leave a will, for real I aint a rap dude, Im a dude who rap Before this I was movin crack Killers yall become when yall rhyme, I salute and dap And if I blink, theyll remove your snaps, you aint cool, you wack With your foolish act Skinny jeans dont mean your ass shoot, it means your booty claps, haha Dont play like Tyler Perry This the Slaughterhouse of pain, flow brown, tight and heavy When it come to sixteens, Im a fiend Seen in the studio near a needle with a mean lean Probably writin bars to Nas Thiefs Theme, gettin my yaowa on Man, all these Olajuwons, we the dream team This is an all day slaughter They fiendin for us to break, like Beyonces water The four quarters doin all the eatin And yall gotta know why I made the cut, Im Puerto Rican Ortiz keep the fire ready And tryna put me outs like tryna steal a transvestite from Eddie Hahahahahaha Hahaha Aight Yeah, Joe All right, go ahead, rap Lyrical miracles Im do-or-die dope And you can make the sticker sittin on the door of that Phantom your suicide note Hi, Rihanna, is Nicki livin witchu? Let me know so I can buy binoculars and telescopes Hi, Rihanna, I dont need to know you better You tell me you love my music again, we go together Bye, Rihanna—now back to yall fools We rock out, like the outside of a guitar school Thousand dollar frames, I prefer to see the world through Dont ask me nuttin bout Budden, I beat my girl too You aks me why do I keep her, I say its cheaper to Thats why I ride around in a Rolls, like Wiz Khalifa do Rappers, Im your daddy, I tell you straight as this You dont kill, but your father will, like Jaden Smith I tell you like I tell my Spanish chick You fly, but I aint goin down on no landin strip So get your wax on, like Daniel San, or Ima have to Run Like De la Hoya in drag when cameras come Point out the greatest rapper alive, Ill headshot him Smack his girl on the butt and buy her some red bottom Bring every deceased rapper back to see his wife While Im cyber-sexin with Jessica Alba via Skype I’m on my D-boy, Deebo thing Spiritual steelo swing, like Cee-Lo Green Get out the camera with your B-Roll bling, you know your flow is wack We cornered the market, like a Wal-Mart in a cul-de-sac Yeah, this what two million singles sold And an album thats gold look like without having to sell your soul Nickel Huh? Huh? Yeah oh, wait Wait go ahead, go ahead Wait, can I rap? Me, rap? Ayo Lyrical miracle, spiritual individual, criminal Subliminal in your swimming pool Yo, yo, yo, yo Alright, yo Drop it Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Youre bout to see peace destroyed, itll never be restored When I unleash these beastly hordes on your CD stores Wanna stop it? You gon need a priest, at least three swords A license to ill from the Beastie Boys Three Ouija boards, and a squeegee, and please be warned Dont ask what the squeegees for Or the holy water, acid raps thatll eat these floors Eat a hole in a rhyme book, you see these horns? And as for me, you ask when Im gone, will he be mourned? Is puke lukewarm? Should Casey Anthony do porn? Can that chick fit a newborn dead baby inside a frickin shoebox with a shoehorn Smothered in chloroform, so she can go get her groove on? Can she duct-tape and Velcro a fetus? Joell, yo, tell Joe I need his Empty box from his old shell-toed Adidas So I can put these babies in a fetal position Theyre gettin elbows to the penis Yeah, big deal, I took some little kids Big Wheel And spit in his frickin big kids meal Quit tryna bite me and pinch, you wench, sit still! Did you just put your six-inch heel through my Benz windshield?! Is it dust we bout to kick up? Can Yelawolf fit a fifth of rum in a big cup Between his stick shift in his frigging pickup And drink like a hick redneck hillbilly will til he gets hicc-ups? Flippin the script up, like Mike Vick Gettin bit in his junk by a Pit, yup, Im a sick pup Id be a horrible magician, cause Id fuck a trick up Fix your lips up to say somethin fly, or zip up! Ayy, B, lets see: You said youre gonna do X-Y-Z Til you fuck around and get dropped Like an E when you add an I-N-G Dont put a K in front of that, though, when I MC Cause Im not the king of this microphone booth, its more like a phone booth Superman in this bitch, Kryptonite wont do It gives me more power I bump the Fat Boys and eat rat poison, take meteor showers Fresh outta the mental hospital And me not flossin a middle finger while I hop in a mosh pit Will be like Nas doin gospel or R&B—you crazy? Me pushin up daisies, that thought is impossible As if flashin across the news Posdnuos was caught with a prostitute With a huge johnson, boobs and a monstrous tube Of lube, and a bra, some boots, some panties, and an aqua blue Mazda Swallowin a popsicle, playin tonsil pool So kill the rumors, it ain’t happenin; I’ma rap til Im fossil fuel91Embed

8 Mile Lyrics Its alright, its okay Im gonna make it anyway Gonna make it, cant give up now Ima make it somehow Sometimes I just feel like quittin, I still might Why do I put up this fight? Why do I still write? Sometimes its hard enough just dealin with real life Sometimes I wanna jump on stage and just kill mics And show these people what my level of skills like But Im still white, sometimes I just hate life Somethin aint right, hit the brake lights Case of the stage fright, drawin a blank like Da-duh-duh-da-da, it aint my fault Great big eyeballs, my insides crawl And I clam up, I just slam shut I just cant do it, my whole manhoods Just been stripped, I have just been victd So I must then get off the bus then split Man, fuck this shit, yo, Im goin the fuck home World on my shoulders as I run back to this 8 Mile Road Im a man, Ima make a new plan Time for me to just stand up and travel new land Time for me to just take matters into my own hands Once Im over these tracks, man, Ima never look back And Im gone, I know right where Im goin Sorry, Momma, Im grown, I must travel alone Aint gon follow no footsteps, Im makin my own Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road Im walkin these train tracks, tryna regain back The spirit I had fore I go back to the same crap To the same plant, in the same pants Tryna chase rap, gotta move ASAP And get a new plan, Mommas got a new man Poor little baby sister, she dont understand Sits in front of the TV, buries her nose in the pad And just colors until the crayon gets dull in her hand While she colors her big brother and mother and dad Aint no tellin what really goes on in her little head Wish I could be the daddy that neither one of us had But I keep runnin from somethin I never wanted so bad Sometimes I get upset, ‘cause I aint blew up yet Its like I grew up, but I aint grow me two nuts yet Dont gotta rep my step, dont got enough pep The pressures too much, man, Im just tryna do whats best And I try, sit alone and I cry Yo, I wont tell no lie, not a moment goes by That I dont pray to the sky, please, Im beggin you, God Please dont let me be pigeonholed in no regular job Yo, I hope you can hear me, homie, wherever you are Yo, Im tellin you, dawg, Im bailin this trailer tomorrow Tell my mother I love her, kiss baby sister goodbye Say whenever you need me, baby, Im never too far But yo, I gotta get out there, the only way I know And Ima be back for you the second that I blow On everything I own, Ill make it on my own Off to work I go back to this 8 Mile Road Im a man, gotta make a new plan Time for me to just stand up and travel new land Time for me to just take matters into my own hands Once Im over these tracks, man, Ima never look back And Im gone, I know right where Im goin Sorry, Momma, Im grown, I must travel alone Aint gon follow no footsteps, Im makin my own Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road You gotta live it to feel it; you didnt, you wouldnt get it Or see what the big deal is, why it was and it still is To be walkin this borderline of Detroit city limits Its different, its a certain significance, a certificate Of authenticity, youd never even see But its everything to me, its my credibility You never seen, heard, smelled or met a real MC Whos incredible or on the same pedestal as me But yet Im still unsigned, havin a rough time Sit on the porch with all my friends and kick dumb rhymes Go to work and serve MCs in the lunchline But when it comes crunch time, where do my punchlines go? Who must I show to bust my flow? Where must I go? Who must I know? Or am I just another crab in the bucket? ‘Cause I aint havin no luck with this little rabbits foot, fuck it Maybe I need a new outlet, Im startin to doubt shit Im feelin a little skeptical who I hang out with I look like a bum, yo, my clothes aint about shit At the Salvation Army, tryna salvage an outfit And its cold, tryna travel this road Plus I feel like Im always stuck in this battlin mode My defenses are so up, but one thing I dont want Is pity from no one, this city is no fun There is no sun, and its so dark Sometimes I feel like Im just bein pulled apart From each one of my limbs, by each one of my friends Its enough to just make me wanna jump out of my skin Sometimes I feel like a robot, sometimes I just know not What Im doin, I just blow, my head is a stove top I just explode, the kettle gets so hot Sometimes my mouth just overloads the ass that I dont got But Ive learned, its time for me to U-turn Yo, it only takes one time for me to get burned Aint no fallin, no, next time I meet a new girl I can no longer play stupid or be immature I got every ingredient, all I need is the courage Like I already got the beat, all I need is the words Got the urge, suddenly its a surge Suddenly a new burst of energy has occurred Time to show these Free World leaders the three and a third I am no longer scared now, Im free as a bird Then I turn and cross over the median curb Hit the burbs and all you see is a blur from 8 Mile Road Im a man, gotta make a new plan Time for me to just stand up and travel new land Time for me to just take matters into my own hands Once Im over these tracks, man, Ima never look back And Im gone, I know right where Im goin Sorry, Momma, Im grown, I must travel alone Aint gon follow no footsteps, Im makin my own Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road 110Embed

Brainless Lyrics Or Eminem has a full line of chainsaws Eminem, Eminem, 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 Whos likely to become a serial killer? Case of Tourettes Fuck, fuck, fuck, cant take the stress I make a mess as the day progresses Angry and take it out on the neighbors hedges Like this is how Ill cut your face up, bitches, with these hedge-trimmin scissors with razor edges Imaginations dangerous, its the only way to escape this mess And make the best of this situation, I guess Cause I feel like a little bitch, this predicaments Despicable, Im sick of just gettin pushed, its ridiculous I look like a frickin 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 theres usin your head, momma always said If you had a brain, youd be dangerous A brain, youd be dangerous Momma, Ima grow one day to be famous And Ima be a pain in the anus Ima use my head as a weapon Find a way to escape this insaneness Son, if you had a brain, youd 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, its complete Its usually once a month, this is some feat Ive accomplished Theyve 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 dont have nothing? No valid shot at life, chance to make it or succeed Cause youre doomed from the start Its 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, practicin trash-talkin in a trance Locked in my room, yeah, but I got some plans, momma These damn rhymes are fallin out of my pants pocket, I cant stop it! And Im startin to blend in more, in school this shit helps for sure Im gettin more self-assured than Ive 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’s a vacant empty void, been usin it more as a bin for storage Take some inventory: in this gourd, theres a Ford engine, door Hinge, syringe, an orange, an extension cord, and a ninja sword Not to mention four linchpins, an astringent stored Ironin board, a bench, a wrench, a ore winch, an attention whore Everything but a brain, but domes off the fuckin chain Like an independent store, somethings wrong with my head Just think if I had a brain in it, thank God that I dont Cause Id probably be Dahmer, cause Momma always said If you had a brain, youd be dangerous A brain, youd be dangerous Momma, Ima grow one day to be famous And Ima be a pain in the anus Ima use my head as a weapon Find a way to escape this insaneness Son, if you had a brain, youd be dangerous Guess it pays to be brainless Now my mom goes wahm-wahm-wahm Cause Im not that smart, but Im not dumb I was on the bottom of the pile, gettin stomped But somehow I came out on top I told you one day, I said theyd have that red carpet rolled out, yo Im nice, yall, fuck it, Im out cold, now everywhere I go They scream out, Go!, Im bout to clean house, yo Im Lysol, now Im 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 my smart aleck mouth, it was so weird Inappropriate? So be it, I dont see it Maybe one day when the smoke clears, it wont be as Motherfuckin difficult, yeah Til then, hopefully you little homos get over your fears and phobias Its okay to be scared straight, they said I provoke queers Til emotions evoke tears, my whole careers A stroke of sheer genius, smoke and mirrors, tactical, practical jokes, yeah You motherfuckin— insert insult here Who the fuck woulda thunk that one little ole MCd Be able to take the whole culture and reupholster it? And boy, they did flock; cant 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 hoppin 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, yall Cause Ill turn into the Unabomber, Momma always said— If you had a brain, youd be dangerous A brain, youd be dangerous Momma, Ima grow one day to be famous And Ima be a pain in the anus Ima use my head as a weapon Find a way to escape this insaneness Son, if you had a brain, youd be dangerous Guess it pays to be brainless Insaneness aint even a word, you stupid fuck! Neither is aint121Embed

Love the Way You Lie, Pt. II Lyrics On the first page of our story The future seemed so bright Then this thing turned out so evil I dont know why Im still surprised Even angels have their wicked schemes And you take that to new extremes But youll always be my hero Even though youve lost your mind Just gonna stand there and watch me burn Well, thats alright because I like the way it hurts Just gonna stand there and hear me cry Well, thats alright because I love the way you lie I love the way you lie, oh I love the way you lie Now theres gravel in our voices Glass is shattered from the fight In this tug of war, youll always win Even when Im right Cause you feed me fables from your head With violent words and empty threats And its sick that all these battles Are what keeps me satisfied Just gonna stand there and watch me burn Well, thats alright because I like the way it hurts Just gonna stand there and hear me cry Well, thats alright because I love the way you lie I love the way you lie, oh I love the way you lie, oh So maybe Im a masochist I try to run, but I dont wanna ever leave Til the walls are going up In smoke with all our memories Its morning, you wake, a sunray hits your face Smeared makeup as we lay in the wake of destruction Hush baby, speak softly, tell me youre awfully sorry That you pushed me into the coffee table last night so I can push you off me Try and touch me so I can scream at you not to touch me Run out the room and Ill follow you like a lost puppy Baby, without you, Im nothing, Im so lost, hug me Then tell me how ugly I am, but that youll always love me Then after that, shove me, in the aftermath of the Destructive path that were on, two psychopaths, but we Know that no matter how many knives we put in each others backs That well have each others backs cause were that lucky Together, we move mountains, lets not make mountains out of molehills You hit me twice, yeah, but whos counting? I may have hit you three times, Im starting to lose count But together, well live forever, we found the youth fountain Our love is crazy, were nuts, but I refused counseling This house is too huge, if you move out, Ill burn all two thousand Square feet of it to the ground, aint shit you can do about it Cause with you, Im in my fucking mind, without you, Im out it Just gonna stand there and watch me burn Well, thats alright because I like the way it hurts Just gonna stand there and hear me cry Well, thats alright because I love the way you lie I love the way you lie I love the way you lie I love the way you lie I love the way you lie87Embed

Medicine Man Lyrics Doc, doc, you gotta give us some good news Dont let me find out the bitch in you Dont let me find out the snitch in you Fame and fortune is not your forte Fuck the world now, Im done with foreplay Doctors orders: go fuck yourself Take two of these in the mornin, overdose and kill yourself Doctors orders Listen, this is my evaluation This shit oversaturated, yall can get evacuated Kids sippin Actavis and they aint even activated Married to the Internet, stuck in place, salivatin Aint nobody graduatin Dont nobody love this shit the way I love it Thats why I gotta hate it Everybody out for fame, that aint no exaggeration Damn, Im gettin aggravated Fuck, Im gettin agitated Teachers so underpaid in these fuckin schools The police got our name in all they databases Girls be thirteen actin twenty-two Niggas be forty-four actin half they ages Somebody tell me, what the fuck is goin on? These niggas in tight shit, Im in the fuckin Matrix Its lookin like a sign of the revelation Bout time of the return of the fuckin greatest I got all these patients, man How come they aint patient with me? They just think I want the money Why? When I cant take it with me Yall dont do it for the love, for the love not They gon find out who you are Just admit it fore you get admitted Say, what you livin about? Do you remember where you started out though? Youre lookin lost now Fake it til you make it, take your little paper But when you look in the mirror your credibility’s gone now Id rather be hated on for who I am Than to be loved for who Im not, thats word to Doc Fame and fortune is not your forte Fuck the world now, Im done with foreplay Doctors orders: go fuck yourself Take two of these in the mornin, overdose and kill yourself In the beginning a few of the people who had a problem I was this good scoffed, I just shook off Probly reminded you of the first time you saw Tiger Woods golf Never thought about how much my race and nationality meant But based on how I ascended See how plain it was now, they want me to jet But no one really gave a fuck about my descent, til I took off Mistook me because I looked soft But I stood tall, I just followed the Doctors orders So I rose and grew balls, told these hoes to screw off Decided opposing you is what Im ‘posed to do, alls I did was say what Im feeling when the vocal booth calls And had you on pins and needles when I spoke to you all You felt my pain, its almost like I poked voodoo dolls And I hope my spirit haunts the studios when Im gone My picture jumps off a poster and just floats through the halls And fuckin goes through the walls like the ghost of Lou Rawls Karmas headed for Armageddon The drama setter, Im going in, already got an arm and head in Whoever said words are just words aint heard me word em I give a fuck if my image even ends up taking a personal hit Whoever I hurt or whatever bridges I burned in this bitch And whatever bitches feel like they didnt deserve what they get And whatever consequences come with every verse Its worth it, so Doc, turn the beat on Whose turn is it to get murdered on it? And heres to all the years I spent toein a line to overtime As sure as a mole is blind In my mind Im still underground as a groundhog And Ima go for mine, like a whole furrow just tryna dig up some gold and diamonds and coal to find No signs of slowin, these lines are my 9s I just load up the most rhymes and open fire with a closed mind All I needed was someone to co-sign Been a Doctors assault rifle With the sniper scope for this whole time Day one, say when to blast, just give me the order, I spray Pain in the ass, youll get shot in the ass with a paint gun Aint no one safe from, non-believers there aint none I even make the bitches I rape cum Im waitin on someone to say somethin Dre, make the bass pump! And let the tape run for old times sake! I spit it straight through, this is take one The moment youre waitin for has come, but the— Fame and fortune is not your forte Fuck the world now, Im done with foreplay Doctors orders: go fuck yourself Take two of these in the mornin, overdose and kill yourself Doctors orders, Doctors orders Ah, fuck!142Embed

Remember the Name Lyrics Yeah, I was born a misfit Grew up 10 miles from the town of Ipswich Wanted to make it big, I wished it to existence I never was a sick kid, always dismissed quick Stick to singing, stop rappin like its Christmas And if youre talkin money, then my conversations shiftin My dreams are bigger than just bein on the rich list Might be insanity, but people call it gifted My face is goin numb from the shit this stuff is mixed with Watch how the lyrics in the songs might get twisted My wife wears red, but looks better without the lipstick Im a private guy and you know nothin bout my business And if I had my 15 minutes, I must have missed em 20 years old is when I came in the game And now its eight years on and you remember the name And if you thought I was good, well, then Im better today But its ironic how you people thought Id never be great I like my shows open-air, Tokyo to Delaware Put your phones in the air if you wanna be rocked You know I want way more than I already got Give me a song with Eminem and 50 Cent in the club You know it aint my time to call it a day I wanna crack on and I wanna be paid But its bout time you remember the name Ayy, ayy You know it aint my time to call it a day I wanna crack on and I wanna be paid But its bout time you remember the name Ayy, ayy I can still remember tryna shop a deal From Taco Bell to TRL I climbed the Billboard charts to the top until As fate would have it , became an addict Funny cause I had pop appeal But they said time would tell if Id prevail And all I did was put nine-inch nails In my eyelids now Im seein diamond sales like Im in Zales Without a doubt, by any means If rap was skinny jeans, I couldnt do anything in em Id be splitting seams of denim when Im spitting schemes Which really means, no if, ands, or buts are squeezin in between You sleep on me cause youre only fuckin with me in your dreams Not even when Im on my deathbed Man, I feel like Ed, it isnt time to drop the mic yet So why would I quit? The thought that I would stop when Im dead Just popped in my head I said it, then forgot what I said It isnt my time to call it a day I got rap locked and Im already paid But its bout time you remember the name Ayy, ayy You know it aint my time to call it a day I got rap locked and Im already paid But its bout time you remember the name Ayy, ayy Aint nobody cold as me, I dress so fresh, so clean You can find me in my whip, rockin my Fendi drip Man, you know just what I mean Shinin, wrist with the rocks on it, Buscemis with locks on it Everything my voice on, this shit knock, dont it? Balenciaga saga, Im in Bergdorf ballin Its just another episode, my hoes, I spoil em She like the fly shit and I like to buy shit Shit, Im gettin stupid money, what else we gon do with money? Bitch, we be ballin out, the king bring you 50 bottles Tonight, we gon blow a check, worry bout your shit tomorrow The turn up be so real, we bout to be super lit Boy, Im kickin straight facts, thats just how we do this shit Tomorrow, we hangin over til we start feelin sober Then its time to start it over, here we go again You know it aint my time to call it a day I got rap locked and Im already paid And its about time you remember the name Ayy, ayy You know it aint my time to call it a day I got rap locked and Im already paid But its bout time you remember the name Ayy, ayy 221Embed

Ass Like That Lyrics Ow, baby The way you shake it, I cant believe it I aint never seen an ass like that The way you move it, you make my pee-pee go D-doing, doing, doing I dont believe it, its almost too good to be true I aint never seen an ass like that The way you move it, you make my pee-pee go D-doing, doing, doing The way she moves, shes like a belly dancer Shes shaking that ass to the new Nelly jams, I Think someones at the door, but I dont think Ima answer Police saying freeze, , d-doing, doing, doing What do you mean, freeze? Please, Im a human being, I have needs Im not done, not til Im finished peeing I am not resisting arrest, I am agreeing Mr. Officer, Im already on my knees I cant get on the ground any further, its impossible for me And do not treat me like a murderer, I just like to pee Pee, pee, yes, I make R&B I sing song, it go ring-a-chong, a-ching-chong-chong-chong-ching Psych, I joke, I joke, I kid, I kid If I offend, Im sorry, please, please, forgive For I am Triumph the Puppet Dog, I am a mere puppet I can get away with anything I say and you will love it The way you shake it, I cant believe it I aint never seen an ass like that The way you move it, you make my pee-pee go D-doing, doing, doing Jessica Simpson looks oh so tempting Nick, I aint never seen an ass like that Every time I see the show on MTV, my pee-pee goes D-doing, doing, doing Mary-Kate and Ashley used to be so wholesome Now they getting older, theyre starting to grow bum-bums I go to the movies and sit down with my popcorn Police saying freeze, , d-doing, doing, doing What do you mean, freeze? Geez, I just got my seat I have ticket, look, I put it away, my zippers zipped Please do not remove me from this movie theater, please I did not even get to see Mary-Kate shower scene I didnt mean to be obscene or make a great, big scene And dont treat me like Im Pee-wee Herman, this movies PG Mr. Officer, I demand to see my attorney I will simply plead innocent, cop a plea, and be free Free, yes, free, right back on the streets What do you mean my lawyers with Michael, hes too busy? I am Triumph, Britney Spears has shoulders like a man And I can say that and youll laugh cause theres a puppet on my hand The way you shake it, I cant believe it I aint never seen an ass like that The way you move it, you make my pee-pee go D-doing, doing, doing Hilary Duff is not quite old enough, so I aint never seen a butt like that Maybe next year, Ill say ass and shell make my pee-pee go D-doing, doing, doing The way she moves, she dances like a go-go In that video, she sings, Get out, you bozo I need a new boyfriend, hi, my name is JoJo Police saying freeze, , d-doing, doing, doing What do you mean, freeze? My computers will be seized And my keys to my ranch, I just bake cookies Mr. Officer, lookie, take a whiff of this Here, I make Jesus juice, take a sip of this Nobody is safe from me, no, not even me I dont even know if I can say the word pee-pee Pee, on the radio, but I think I did Janet, is that a breast? I think I just saw a tit Psych, I joke, I joke, I kid, I kid I dont think my joke is working, I must flee quick Get to the chopper, everybody get out I am not Triumph, I am Arnold, get down The way you shake it, I cant believe it I aint never seen an ass like that The way you move it, you make my pee-pee go D-doing, doing, doing So Gwen Stefani, will you pee-pee on me, please? I aint never seen an ass like that Cause the way you move it, you make my pee-pee go D-doing, doing, doing Woo Fuck is wrong with you? Hah61Embed

Leaving Heaven Lyrics Yeah Sometimes, you gotta come back down Stoop to someones level Five dozen flies buzzin over your head Call me the Grim Reaper, sleep is my cousin Youre dead to me now and Ima be the last face you see Fore you die cussin My eye a tigers and Im a survivor so I will rise up and Be triumphant cause when Im looking at my legacy Bunch of dogs tryna dry hump it Like Triumph The Puppet, so Im like, Fuck it Pile the carnage up til its so high, its touching the sky Let em all line up and attack Single filing up in the stack Call em toy soldiers Cause they just wind up on their backs Now the skys nothing but black But I am not coming back, I done told ya I told the woke me to go to sleep But still, they keep on provoking me Theyre hoping to see me completely broken emotionally But how in the fuck am I not supposed to be woke When these fuckers just keep poking me? Now Im leaving Heaven Im leaving Heaven Angels wont find me Where I am going Ive been down, kicked Like around six thousand times since I was a kid As a child, picked on, clowned, been Countless times Ive been doubted Gotta remind myself of it every now and then So the route I wents self-empowerment In a hole, taught myself how to get out of it And balance it with talents, wit Cause life is like a penny Cause its only one percent Who overcome the shit theyve underwent I went AWOL like what my back was up against Dont tell me bout struggle, bitch, I lived it I was five or six the first time I got my hind end kicked Malcolm, Isaac, and Boogie jumped me and took my tricycle And I dont know if I would call that white privilege, yeah But I get it, how it feels to be judged by pigment Besides getting it from both sides of the tracks But I swore Id get them back Even if it meant selling my soul to get my revenge and Thought of a scheme and it got me to thinking If I can believe in myself, I could prolly achieve it Thats part of the reason I do all my talking with ink And as long as Im breathing, I vow to outsmart em and beat em My God, what a heart of a demon, go at em and Ima get even Like Im in the Garden of Eden, Im bout to go off of the deep end This evil is calling, Im already seething and Im leaving Heaven Im leaving Heaven Angels wont find me Where I am going Okay, so while Macklemore was keeping his room nice and neat I was getting my ass beat twice a week Looking for a place for the night where I could sleep Flippin sofa cushions over just tryin to see If I could find some change and scrape up for a bite to eat If Denaun and me find a couple dimes a piece Twenty five cents eachd get us a bag of chips Wed be glad to get that even if we had to split Wed do backward flips, looking back at it I think that would fit with the definition of not having shit Couple that with the fact my mother was batshit Pop was a sack of shit, yeah, he died, but I gave half a shit Yeah, which brings me back to the dear ol dad that I zero had Since a year-old, forty-seven year-old scab Just to hear them words, ear piercing Like my earlobe stabbed with a needle for an earring Should I feel upset? You were dead to me fore you died Me? Tear no shed Should I have made a mural at your funeral? Had your coffin draped with a heros flag? Where the fuck you were at When DeAngelo done hurt me real bad at the Rio Grande? Never met your grandkids, fucking coward Only guts you had was from your stomach fat I couldnt see your ass goin to Heaven So Im asking for a pass to go to Hell So I can whip your fucking ass I hate that Ill never get to say I hate you to your face No coming back from where Im going Sky is dark, my soul is black, hand on the shovel Dig with the blade of it then I step on the metal Vendetta to settle, tell the Devil Im leaving Heaven Im leaving Heaven Angels wont find me Where I am going Im leaving Heaven Im leaving Heaven Angels wont find me Where I am going So you better, you better run You better, you better run You better, you better run You better, you better run 85Embed

25 to Life Lyrics Too late for the other side Caught in a chase, twenty-five to life Too late for the other side Caught in a chase, twenty-five to life Too late (Yeah, I cant keep chasing you Im taking my life back) Caught in a chase, twenty-five to life I dont think she understands the sacrifices that Ive made Maybe if this bitch had acted right I woulda stayed But Ive already wasted over half my life, I woulda laid Down and died for you, I no longer cry for you, no more pain Bitch, you took me for granted Took my heart and ran it straight into the planet Into the dirt, I can no longer stand it Now my respect, I demand it Ima take control of this relationship, command it And Ima be the boss of you now, goddamn it And what I mean is that I will no longer let you control me So you better hear me out, this much you owe me I gave up my life for you, totally devoted to you I have stayed Faithful all the way, this is how I fuckin get repaid? Look at how I dress, fuckin baggy sweats, go to work a mess Always in a rush to get back to you, I aint heard you yet Not even once say you appreciate me, I deserve respect Ive done my best to give you nothin less than perfectness And I know that if I end this Ill no longer have nothin left But you keep treatin me like a staircase: its time to fuckin step And I wont be comin back, so dont hold your fuckin breath You know what youve done, no need to go in-depth I told you youd be sorry if I fuckin left, I laughed while you wept Hows it feel now? Yeah, funny, aint it? You neglected me Did me a favor though, my spirit free youve set But a special place for you in my heart I have kept Its unfortunate, but its— Too late for the other side Caught in a chase, twenty-five to life Too late for the other side Caught in a chase, twenty-five to life I feel like when I bend over backwards for you, all you do is laugh Cause that aint good enough You expect me to fold myself in half till I snap Dont think Im loyal, all I do is rap How can I moonlight on the side? I have no life outside of that Dont I give you enough of my time? You dont think so, do you? Jealous when I spend time with the girls, why Im married to you still? Man, I dont know, but tonight Im serving you with papers Im divorcing you – go marry someone else and make em famous! And take away their freedom like you did to me Treat em like you dont need em and they aint worthy of you Feed em the same shit that you made me eat Im moving on, forget you Oh, now Im special? I aint feel special when I was with you All I ever felt was this helplessness, imprisoned by a selfish bitch Chew me up and spit me out, I fell for this So many times its ridiculous And still I stick with this, Im sick of this But in my sickness and addiction, youre addictive as they get Evil as they come, vindictive as they make em My friends keep askin me why I cant just walk away from Im addicted to the pain, the stress, the drama, Im drawn to Shit, I guess Im a mess, cursed and blessed, but this time I Aint changin my mind, Im climbin out this abyss Youre screamin as I walk out that Ill be missed But when you spoke of people who meant the most to you, you left me off your list Fuck you, hip hop! Im leavin you, my life sentence is served, bitch And its just— Too late for the other side Caught in a chase, twenty-five to life Too late for the other side Caught in a chase, twenty-five to life Too late Caught in a chase, twenty-five to life111Embed

Bitch Please II Lyrics Yeah, what up, Detroit? Nu-uh, nu-uh nuh, no, he didnt They didnt do it again You shitted on these niggas two times, Dr. Dre? Oh, fo sho Uh-uh, naw, you smell that? This is special right here Yeah, its a toast to the boogie, baby, uh To the boogie-oogie-oogie Yeah, ya know, whats crackin, Dre? Just let me lay back and kick some old simplistic pimp shit On Slims shit, and start riots like Limp Bizkit Best throw on Guilty Conscience at concerts And watch mosh pits til motherfuckers knock each other unconscious Some of these crowds that Slim draws Is rowdy as Crenshaw Boulevard, when its packed and full of cars Some of these crowds me and Snoop draw Is niggas from Crenshaw, from Long Beach to South Central Whoa, not these niggas again These grown-ass ignorant men with hair-triggers again You and what army could harm me? D.R.E. and Shady with Doggy from Long Beach Came a long way to makin these songs play Itll be a wrong move to stare at me the wrong way I got a long Uz and I carry it all day Sometimes its like a nightmare just bein Andre But I… Somehow, some way Hello, nigga, you know about Dogg-ay And let me cut these niggas up and show em where the fuck Im comin from I get the party crackin from the shit that I be spittin, son Hit-and-run, get it done, get the funds, split and run Got about fifty guns and I love All of em the same, bang-bang Damn, baby girl, whats your name? I forgot, whatd you say it was? Damn, a nigga buzzed Hangin in the club with my nephew Eminem What up, Cuz? The Great White American Hope Done hooked up with the king of the motherfuckin West Coast, baby And you dont really wanna fuck with me Only nigga that I trust is me Fuck around and make me bust this heat Thats the devil, they always wanna dance Im the Head Nigga In Charge, Im watchin you move Youre found dead in your garage with ten oclock news coverage Gotta love it cause I expose the façade Your little lungs is too small to hotbox with God All jokes aside, come bounce with us Standin over you with a 12 gauge about to bust Its like ashes to ashes and dust to dust I might leave in a bodybag, but never in cuffs So who do you trust? They just not rugged enough When things get rough, Im in the club shootin with Puff Bitch, please! You must have a mental disease Assume the position and get back down on your knees Come on And you dont really wanna fuck with me Only nigga that I trust is me Fuck around and make me bust this heat Thats the devil, they always wanna dance And you dont really wanna fuck with me Only nigga that I trust is me Fuck around and make me bust this heat Thats the devil, they always wanna dance Aw, naw, big Slim Dogg Eighty pound balls , dick six-inch long Back up in the heezy, baby Hes Shady Give me the mic, let me recite til Timothy White Pickets outside the Interscope offices every night What if hes right? Im just a criminal makin a livin off of the worlds misery What in the world gives me the right To say what I like and walk around flippin the bird? Livin the urban life like a white kid from the burbs Dreamin at night of screamin at Mom, schemin to leave Run away from home and grow to be as evil as me I just want you all to notice me, and people to see That, somewhere deep down, theres a decent human being in me It just cant be found, so the reason youve been seeing this me Is cause this is me now, the recent dude whos being this mean So when you see me dressin up like a nerd on TV Or heard the CD usin the fag word so freely Its just me bein me; here, want me to tone it down? Suck my fuckin dick, you faggot! You happy now? Look here: I start some trouble everywhere that I go Ask the bouncers in the club cause they know I start some shit, they throw me out the back door Come back and shoot the club up with a .44 And you dont really wanna fuck with me Only nigga that I trust is me Fuck around and make me bust this heat Thats the devil, they always wanna dance And you dont really wanna fuck with me Only nigga that I trust is me Fuck around and make me bust this heat Thats the devil, they always wanna dance 2001 and forever Slim Shady, Dr. Dre Snoop Dogg, X to the Z Nate Dogg, come on, yeah86Embed

Smack That Lyrics Shady Konvict, Upfront Akon, Slim Shady I see the one, could she be that lady? Ayy I feel you creepin, I can see it from my shadow Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo? Maybe go to my place and just kick it like Tae Bo? And possibly bend you over? Look back and watch me smack that, all on the floor Smack that, give me some more Smack that, til you get sore Smack that, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Smack that, all on the floor Smack that, give me some more Smack that, til you get sore Smack that, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Upfront style, ready to attack now Pull in the parking lot slow with the Lac down Konvicts got the whole thing packed now Step in the club, the wardrobe intact now I feel it, dawnin cracked now Ooh, I see it dull and backed now Ima call her, then I put the mack down Money no problem, pocket full of that now I feel you creepin, I can see it from my shadow Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo? Maybe go to my place and just kick it like Tae Bo? And possibly bend you over? Look back and watch me smack that, all on the floor Smack that, give me some more Smack that, til you get sore Smack that, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Smack that, all on the floor Smack that, give me some more Smack that, til you get sore Smack that, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh, looks like another club banger They better hang on when they throw this thang on Get a little drink on, they gon flip For this Akon shit, you can bank on it Pedicure, manicure, kitty-cat claws The way she climbs up and down them poles Lookin like one of them Putty-Cat Dolls Tryin to hold my woodie back through my drawers Steps off stage, didnt think I saw her Creeps up behind me, and shes like Youre— Im like, I know, lets cut to the chase No time to waste, back to my place Plus from the club to the cribs like a mile away Or more like a palace, shall I say And plus, I got a pal if your gal is game In fact, hes the one singin the song thats playin I feel you creepin, I can see it from my shadow Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo? Maybe go to my place and just kick it like Tae Bo? And possibly bend you over? Look back and watch me smack that, all on the floor Smack that, give me some more Smack that, til you get sore Smack that, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Smack that, all on the floor Smack that, give me some more Smack that, til you get sore Smack that, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Eminems rollin, D and em rollin Bu and all marvelous, them rollin Women just ho-in, big booty rollin Soon, Ill be all in them and throwin D Hittin no less than three Block wheel style like whee Girl, I can tell you want me, cause lately I feel you creepin, I can see it from my shadow Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo? Maybe go to my place and just kick it like Tae Bo? And possibly bend you over? Look back and watch me smack that, all on the floor Smack that, give me some more Smack that, til you get sore Smack that, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Smack that, all on the floor Smack that, give me some more Smack that, til you get sore Smack that, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh58Embed

Those Kinda Nights Lyrics Damn, girl, with your sexy ass, haha Let me holla at you D.A. got that dope Its one of those kinda nights Yes, this beat’s takin me back to my D12 days When we hit the club to go and hell-raise Probably end up baggin the cocktail waitress And takin’ her straight back to the Motel-8 Yeah, Bizarres tryna get a lap dance Off a Xanax and Jack Dan Stripper walk by, Im like Goddamn Shes like Thats harassment, Im like Yeah, and? Holy Toledo, its Miss Ohio That’s the best ass I’ve seen in a while We should be datin, she’s from Cleveland But shes a bengal, this chick is catty Is that a mini-skirt if its a maxi? Thats the shortest thing for a dress since an addy She said Fuck off and threw her liquor at me It’s one of those kinda nights Then I said, I said If you wanna go hard tonight Well then, the smoke and the bottle are on me, ah Slip into that red dress you like When we arrive, we probably wont leave, ah I love the way you move like that When you push your body on mine, oh my You wanna smoke, drink, dance until the sunrise Its one of those kinda nights This beat keeps takin me back like my ex does Only cause how good the sex was Hit up the next club, met Alexa But she was so extra, called her et cetera Had her like, Oh my God My whole iPods filled with your songs, I mow my lawn to em I said, Oh my God, you know my songs? Thats totally awesome, Im Marshall, whats goin on? Ah Seriously though, jokes aside, how you doin? You straight? She said, No, Im bi She said, Are you drunk?, I said, No, Im high Im checkin out the chick, she said, So am I Whats in the cup, let me see that Girl, where the rest of that promethazine at? She said, Cool, gotta run out to my Cadillac though And Ill be like Fat Joe, and bring the lean back Then I said If you wanna go hard tonight Well then, the smoke and the bottle are on me, ah Slip into that red dress you like When we arrive, we probably wont leave, ah I love the way you move like that When you push your body on mine, oh my You wanna smoke, drink, dance until the sunrise Its one of those kinda— OMG Like the gas in the tank, shes gettin low on me Said she wants to go with me I said, Go with you where? She said, Out I said, Im a candle, Ill go out if you blow on me Walk her out to the parkin lot, here comes Da Brigade Turn like a flip page, Swifty look shitfaced Say peace to McVay and me and this chick take off like a sick day Drivin around, I said, Lets pull over, she said, No problemo Windows are dark tint, roll up the car windows Monte Carlo in park, bumpin Bizarres demo Gettin head in the bucket, Marshmello Yeah, I never in the club met a woman worth knowin But if youre hoin Opposites attract, Im someone, youre a no one Im high and youre bi, Im comin, youre goin If you wanna go hard tonight Well then, the smoke and the bottle are on me, ah Slip into that red dress you like When we arrive, we probably wont leave, ah I love the way you move like that When you push your body on mine, oh my You wanna smoke, drink, dance until the sunrise Its one of those kinda nights64Embed

Business Lyrics Marshall! Sounds like an SOS Holy wack unlyrical lyrics, Andre, youre fucking right! To the Rapmobile—lets go! Bitches and gentlemen! Its showtime! Hurry hurry, step right up! Introducing the star of our show His name is You wouldnt wanna be anywhere else in the world right now So without further ado, I bring to you You bout to witness hip-hop in its most purest Most rawest form, flow almost flawless Most hardest, most honest known artist Chip off the old block, but old Doc is Looks like Batman brought his own Robin Oh God, Saddams got his own Laden With his own private plane, his own pilot Set to blow college dorm room doors off the hinges Oranges, peach, pears, plums, syringes Vrinn, vrinn! Yeah, here I come, Im inches Away from you, dear, fear none Hip-hop is in a state of 9-1-1, so Lets get down to business I dont got no time to play around, what is this? Must be a circus in town, lets shut the shit down On these clowns; can I get a witness? Lets get down to business I dont got no time to play around, what is this? Must be a circus in town, lets shut the shit down On these clowns; can I get a witness? Quick, gotta move fast, gotta perform miracles Gee willikers, Dre, holy bat syllables! Look at all the bullshit that goes on in Gotham When Im gone, time to get rid of these rap criminals So skip to your lou while I do what I do best You aint even impressed no more, youre 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, theres 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 youre rappin and you know what for The show must go on; so Id like to welcome yall To Marshall and Andres carnival, cmon! Now lets get down to business I dont got no time to play around, what is this? Must be a circus in town, lets shut the shit down On these clowns; can I get a witness? Lets get down to business I dont got no time to play around, what is this? Must be a circus in town, lets shut the shit down On these clowns; can I get a witness? Its just like old times, the Dynamic Duo Two old friends, why panic? You already know Whos fully capable, the two caped 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 beats and be so breezy Jesus, how can shit be so easy? How can one Chandra be so Levy? Turn on these beats, MCs dont see me Believe me, BET and MTV Are gonna grieve when we leave, dog, fo sheezy Cant leave rap alone, the game needs me Til we grow beards, get weird and disappear Into the mountains, nothin but clowns down here But we aint fuckin around round here Yo, Dre Can I get a hell...? Now lets get down to business I dont got no time to play around, what is this? Must be a circus in town, lets shut the shit down On these clowns; can I get a witness? Lets get down to business I dont got no time to play around, what is this? Must be a circus in town, lets shut the shit down On these clowns; can I get a witness? So there you have it, folks has come to save the day Back with his friend Andre And to remind you that bullshit does not pay Because and Andre are here to stay And never go away Until our dying day Until were old and grey So until next time, friends Same blonde hair, same rap channel Good night, everyone! Thank you for coming! Your host for the evening Oh! Heh98Embed

Drug Ballad Lyrics Yeah, hahahaha Whoo, shit Mmm Oh, oh, mmm Ehh, ehh Aight, guess what? I aint comin in yet Oh, oh, ooh, ooh Ill come in a minute Ayo, this is my love song, it goes like this Hey, yeah Back when Mark Wahlberg was Marky Mark This is how we used to make the party start We used to mix Hen with Bacardi Dark And when it kicks in you can hardly talk And by the sixth gin youre gon probably crawl And youll be sick then and youll probably barf And my prediction is youre gon probably fall Either somewhere in the lobby or the hallway wall And everythings spinnin, youre beginnin to think women Are swimmin in pink linen again in the sink, then in A couple of minutes that bottle of Guinness is finished You are now allowed to officially slap bitches You have the right to remain violent and start wilin Start a fight with the same guy that was smart-eyein you Get in your car, start it, and start drivin Over the island and cause a 42-car pile-up Earth calling, pilot to co-pilot Looking for life on this planet, sir, no sign of it All I can see is a bunch of smoke flyin And Im so high that I might die if I go by it Let me outta this place, Im outta place Im in outer space, Ive just vanished without a trace Im going to a pretty place now where the flowers grow Ill be back in an hour or so ‘Cause every time I go to try to leave Something keeps pullin on my sleeve I dont wanna, but I gotta stay These drugs really got a hold of me ‘Cause every time I try to tell em no They wont let me ever let em go Im a sucker all I gotta say These drugs really got a hold of me In third grade, all I used to do Was sniff glue through a tube and play Rubiks Cube Seventeen years later Im as rude as Jude Schemin on the first chick with the hugest boobs Ive got no game, and every face looks the same Theyve got no name, so I dont need game to play I just say whatever I want to whoever I want Whenever I want, wherever I want, however I want However, I do show some respect to few This ecstasys got me standin next to you Gettin sentimental as fuck, spillin guts to you We just met, but I think Im in love with you But youre on it too, so you tell me you love me too Wake up in the morning like, Yo, what the fuck wed do? I gotta go, bitch, you know I got stuff to do ‘Cause if I get caught cheatin, then Im stuck with you But in the long run, these drugs are probably Gonna catch up sooner or later, but fuck it, Im on one So lets enjoy, let the X destroy your spinal cord So its not a straight line no more Til we walk around lookin like some wind-up dolls Shits stickin out of our backs like a dinosaur Shit, six hits wont even get me high no more So bye for now, Im gonna try to find some more ‘Cause every time I go to try to leave Something keeps pullin on my sleeve I dont wanna, but I gotta stay These drugs really got a hold of me ‘Cause every time I try to tell em no They wont let me ever let em go Im a sucker all I gotta say These drugs really got a hold of me Thats the sound of a bottle when its hollow When you swallow it all wallow and drown in your sorrow And tomorrow youre probably gonna wanna do it again Whats a little spinal fluid between you and a friend? Screw it! And whats a little bit of alcohol poisonin? And whats a little fight? Tomorrow, youll be boys again Its your life, live it however you wanna Mari-ju-ana is everywhere, where was you brought up? It dont matter as long as you get where youre goin ‘Cause none of this shits gonna mean shit where were goin They tell you to stop, but you just sit there ignorin Even though you wake up feelin like shit every mornin But youre young, youve got a lot of drugs to do Girls to screw, parties to crash, sucks to be you If I could take it all back now, I wouldnt I would have did more shit that people said that I shouldnt But Im all grown up now and upgraded And graduated to better drugs and updated But I still got a lotta growing up to do I still got a whole lotta throwing up to spew But when its all said and done, Ill be forty Before I know it with a 40 on the porch tellin stories With a bottle of Jack, two grandkids in my lap Babysittin for Hailie while Hailies out gettin smashed ‘Cause every time I go to try to leave Something keeps pullin on my sleeve I dont wanna, but I gotta stay These drugs really got a hold of me ‘Cause every time I try to tell em no They wont let me ever let em go Im a sucker all I gotta say These drugs really got a hold of me ‘Cause every time I go to try to leave Something keeps pullin on my sleeve I dont wanna, but I gotta stay These drugs really got a hold of me ‘Cause every time I try to tell em no They wont let me ever let em go Im a sucker all I gotta say These drugs really got a hold of me Drugs really got a hold of me Really got a hold of me These drugs really got a hold of me They really got a hold of me87Embed

Just Lose It Lyrics Down, down, down Down, down, down Down, down, down Down, okay Guess whos back, back again Shadys back, tell a friend Now everyone report to the dance floor To the dance floor, to the dance floor Now everyone report to the dance floor Alright, stop, pajama time Come here, little kiddies, on my lap Guess whos back with a brand new rap? And I dont mean rap as in a new case Of child molestation accusations Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, no worries Papas got a brand new bag of toys What else could I possibly do to make noise? I done touched on everything but little boys And thats not a stab at Michael Thats just a metaphor, Im just psycho I go a little bit crazy sometimes I get a little bit out of control with my rhymes Good God, dip, do a little slide Bend down, touch your toes, and just glide Up the center of the dance floor Like TP for my bung-hole And its cool if you let one go Nobodys gonna know, whod hear it? Give a little poot-poot, its okay Oops, my CD just skipped And everyone just heard you let one rip Now Im gonna make you dance Its your chance, yeah, boy, shake that ass Whoops, I mean girl, girl, girl, girl Girl, you know youre my world Alright, now lose it Just lose it Go crazy Oh, baby , oh, baby, baby Well, its Friday and its my day Just to party all the way til Sunday Maybe til Monday, I dont know what day Every days just a holiday Cruisin on the freeway, feelin kinda breezy Let the top down and my hair blow I dont know where Im goin, all I know is When I get there someones gonna touch my body Scuse me, miss, I dont mean to sound like a jerk But Im feelin just a little stressed out from work Could you punch me in the stomach and pull my hair? Spit on me? Maybe gouge my eyes out? Now, whats your name, girl? Whats your sign? Man, you must be up out your mind Dre , beer goggles, blind Im just tryin to unwind, now Im Now Im gonna make you dance Its your chance, yeah, boy, shake that ass Whoops, I mean girl, girl, girl, girl Girl, you know youre my world Alright, now lose it Just lose it Go crazy Oh, baby , oh, baby, baby Well, its Tuesday and Im locked up Im in jail and I dont know what happened They say I was runnin butt-naked Down the street screamin Your honor, Im sorry, I dont remember All I know is this much, Im not guilty They said, Save it, boy, we got you on tape Yellin at an old lady to touch my body Now this is the part where the rap breaks down It gets real intense, no one makes a sound Everything looks like its 8 Mile now The beat comes back and everybody lose themselves Now snap back to reality look, its B. Rabbit Yo, you signed me up to battle? Im a grown man Chubba-chubba-chubba-chubba-chubba-chubba-chubby I dont have any lines to go right here, so chubba-Teletubby Fellas Fellas Grab your left nut, make your right one jealous Black girls, white girls, skinny girls, fat girls Tall girls, small girls, Im calling all girls Everyone report to the dance floor Its your chance for a little romance or Butt squeezin, its the season Just go , so appeasin Now Im gonna make you dance Its your chance, yeah, boy, shake that ass Whoops, I mean girl, girl, girl, girl Girl, you know youre my world Alright, now lose it Just lose it Go crazy Oh, baby , oh, baby, baby Touch my body Touch my body Oh boy, just touch my body I mean girl, just touch my body99Embed

Runnin’ Lyrics Between you and Biggie it was like, whos gon’—who’s gon’— who rules the nigga kingdom and shit, basically, you know what Im saying? I was like, this is like a fucking It is that Election. It’s an election and shit It is that You know what I am saying? Me and Biggies situation is smaller than that. Me and Biggie’s situation is like… You know, I wonder if theyll laugh when Im dead Why am I fighting to live if Im just living to fight? Why am I trying to see when there aint nothing in sight? Why am I trying to give when no one gives me a try? Why am I dying to live if Im just living to die? Check it, I grew up a fuckin screw-up Got introduced to the game, got a ounce and fuckin blew up Choppin rocks overnight The nigga Biggie Smalls tryna turn into the black Frank White We had to grow dreads to change our description Two cops is on the milk box missin Show they toes, you know they got stepped on A fistful of bullets, a chest full of Teflon Run from the police, picture that Nigga, Im too fat, I fuck around and catch a asthma attack Thats why I bust back, it dont faze me When he drop, take his Glock and Im Swayze Celebrate my escape, sold the Glock, bought some weight Lay back, I got some money to make, motherfucker You know, I wonder if theyll laugh when Im dead Why am I fighting to live if Im just living to fight? Why am I trying to see when there aint nothing in sight? Why am I trying to give when no one gives me a try? Why am I dying to live if Im just living to die? But still Im havin memories of high speed when the cops crashed As I laugh, pushin the gas while my Glocks blast We was young and we was dumb, but we had heart In the dark, will we survive through the bad parts? Many dreams is what I had, and plenty wishes No hesitation in extermination of these snitches Envious bitches, they still continue to pursue me A couple of movies, now the whole worlds tryna screw me Even the cops tried to sue me, so what can I do? But stay true, sippin 22s of brew And now media is tryna test me Got the press askin questions, tryna stress me Misery is all I see, thats my mind state My history with the police will shake the crime rate My main man had two strikes, slipped, got arrested, and flipped He screamed Thug Life! and emptied the clip Got tired of runnin from the police You know, I wonder if theyll laugh when Im dead Why am I fighting to live if Im just living to fight? Why am I trying to see when there aint nothing in sight? Why am I trying to give when no one gives me a try? Why am I dying to live if Im just living to die? They wanted a new regime. And my regime includes East coast, includes West coast I was more shocked than anything You know what Im sayin? But I wasnt more shocked of him dying I was more shocked of him… Pac is a strong dude, yo I know dude, you know what Im sayin? Real strong So when they was like he got shot, I was just more like, Again? you know what Im sayin? He always getting shot, or shot at He going to pull through this one again Make a few records about it, and its going to be over You know what Im sayin? But when he, when he died, I was just like, whoa, you know what Im saying? Kinda took me by I mean, even though we was going through our drama I would never wish death on nobody You know what Im sayin? Because there aint no coming back from that91Embed

Marsh Lyrics My name is Marsh and this world, Im out of it Cause with all this A-B-C shit, Im starting to sound like ALF a bit Ha, I kill me, this medicines counterfeit I was mislead by the sound of it, how am I gonna get turnt up on this Valium shit? Checked in at the Royal Garden To chill and avoid my problems Until paranoia caused me To feel like Im going bonkers For real, think my toilets talkin I spilled like, like forty bottles Of pills, think your boy is startin To feel like a spoiled carton of milk Cause it just occurred My girls cheatin, Im kickin that fucking bitch to the curb But the word fucking aint meant to be a descriptive word The type of bitch she is, aint no adjective, its a verb Ho thinks her snatch is magical But thats how she attracts men, though Traps em and attack similar to an actual arachnid Or a vaginal tarantula or black widow In fact, itll be nothin to throw that lil bitch with a capital B out the back window Of the black Cadillac limo like a whack demo When Im strapped, when I spit rapid, like a ratchet A halfwit, Ill aim at, then Ill Been fire bitch, I can outrap Reynolds A pad and penll be great, but a napkinll do Return of the whack sicko Head spinnin like Invisibl Skratch Piklz Yeah, Shadys back, see the bat signal Its time to go bat shit, like you accidentally ate a Louisville slugger and crapped it Id like to introduce myself Hi there, bitch... My name is Marsh and, Im out this world S on my chest like its plural Call me extra, extraterrestrial Extra, extra, extraterrestrial I could keep beefin, fuck is the point? I could make it really difficult for motherfuckers to come to Detroit If youre still looking for smoke, I already gave you an L Id rather just see you in Hell, but I should get Puff on the joint Wait, run it back, I said give you an L, inhale Puff on the joint, I am the blunt you avoid Used to get jumped for my ProWings When I was growing up they said a Slinkys a wonderful toy My mother thought I was such a fun little boy Oh, what a bundle of joy Until the morning she suffered a punch in the groin From a tantrum I was throwing Like a motherfuckin disgruntled employee I dont cut the beat til I fuckin destroy it Once I get going, rain, thunder, its storming Puddles are forming, I hear somebodys voice In my head, say its still a dream Then he said kill emcees Trippie Redd, with pills and lean Sipping meds in the limousine Getting head, guillotine My name’s Marsh and, Im out this world S on my chest like its plural Call me extra, extraterrestrial Extra, extra, extraterrestrial Yeah So all of yall can just suck a penis Ill do the opposite Eat you pussies like cunnilingus There aint no stoppin it They say Im such a genius When that Kamikaze hit Now they call me butterfingers Cause I just keep droppin shit You wanna butt heads? Shut up, Beavis, haha I got your bitch with her butt out Im hittin a lick cause she stickin her tongue out You got no hitters, you might be pitchin a shut out She bout to give up the dugout I should just live in a nuthouse Right now, I live in an igloo And Im not chillin the fuck out Treat you like a stepparent, does to a stepchild with red hair and Plus I get dough like Ed Sheeran, so call me the ginger bread man Im a stan of Redman, X-Clan and Im a Treach fan But I look up to myself Like a fucking headstand So why, w-w-w-why else would I call myself an alien? How could I hit a dry spell? , Im named after the wetlands Im Marsh and, Im out this world S on my chest like its plural Call me extra, extraterrestrial My name is Marsh and, my name is, my name is My name is Marsh94Embed

My Band Lyrics I dont know, dude I think everybodys all jealous and shit ‘Cause Im, like, the lead singer of the band, dude And I think everybodys got a fucking problem with me, dude And they need to take it up with me after the show, because These chicks dont even know the name of my band But theyre all on me like they wanna hold hands ‘Cause once I blow, they know that Ill be the man All because Im the lead singer of my band So I get off stage, right? Drop the mic Walk up to these hot chicks, and Im all like: Sup, ladies? My names Slim Shady Im the lead singer of D12, baby Theyre all like, Oh my God, its him Becky, oh my fucking God, its Eminem I swear to fucking God, dude, you fucking rock Please, Marshall, please, let me suck your cock Now by now, the rest of the fellas get jealous Especially when I drop the beat and do my a capellas All the chicks start yelling, all the hot babes Throw their bras and their shirts and their panties on stage So, like every single night, they pick a fight with me But when we fight, its kinda like sibling rivalry ‘Cause theyre back on stage the next night with me Dude, I just think theyre tryna steal the light from me Yesterday, Kuniva tried to pull a knife on me ‘Cause I told him Jessica Albas my wife-to-be This rock star shit is the life for me And all the other guys just despise me, because these These chicks dont even know the name of my band But theyre all on me like they wanna hold hands ‘Cause once I blow, they know that Ill be the man All because Im the lead singer of my band My band, my band My band, my band My band, my band My band, my band My band Baby, yeah Alright, alright, alright, give me the mic, man Okay, dawg, give—come on Dude! Give me this mic! Ow, dude! You just wanna see a nigga backwards, dont you? ADAT? How come we dont rap on Pro Tools? Smash these vocals and do a performance But we in the van and he in a tour bus You dont want my autograph, yous a liar And no, Im Swift, Oh, I thought you were Kuniva And what the hell is wrong with our dressing room? ‘Cause our shit is looking smaller than a decimal See, I know how to rap its simple, but All I did was read a Russell Simmons book So Im more intact, tryin to get on the map Doing jumping jacks while getting whipped on my back Look at Ems little punk ass, thinking he the shit Yeah, I know, man, by himself, taking all the flicks Hey, I thought we had an interview with DJ Clue? No, I had an interview, not you two You gon be late for soundcheck! Man, I aint going to soundcheck And our mics are screwed up! And his always sound best You know what, man? Ima say somethin Ayo Em! You got somethin to say? Man, nuttin I thought you was about to tell him off, man, wassup? Man, Ima tell him when I feel like it, man, shut up And you aint even back me up and we supposed to be crew Man, I was about to talk right after you, I swear Aww, man, whatever I swear, man! These chicks dont even know the name of my band But theyre all on me like they wanna hold hands ‘Cause once I blow, they know that Ill be the man All because Im the lead singer of my band They say the lead singers rock, but the group does not Went from sold out arenas to amusement parks How Im gon let the world know that Proof is hot? I should cut his mic off when the music starts Ready to snap on a dumbass fan Every time I hear, Hey, dude, I love your band! We aint a band, bitch, we dont play instruments So why he get 90 and we only get 10 percent? And these guys acting funny every area code Proof, carry my bag! Bitch, carry your own Cant make it to the stage, security in my way Who the fuck are you? Wheres Obie and Dre? God damn it, Im sick of this group Time for me to go solo and make some loot I told you I made the beats and wrote all the raps Til Kon Artis slipped me some crack Lose Yourself video, I was in the back Superman video, uh, I was in the back For the media, I got some suggestions Fuck Marshall, ask us some questions Like, Who is D12? How we get started? Bitch, are you retarded? Anyway, Im the popularest guy in the group Big-ass stomach, bitches think Im cute 50 told me to do sit-ups to get buff Did two and a half and couldnt get up Fuck D12, Im outta this band Im bout to start a group with The Real Roxanne Girl, why cant you see youre the only one for me? And it just tears my ass apart To know that you dont know my name Man, fuck this These chicks dont even know the name of my band But theyre all on me like they wanna hold hands ‘Cause once I blow, I know that Ill be the man All because Im the new singer— My band, my band My band, my band My band, my band My band, my band, my band Yeah, hey yall, the hardest boy band in the world, D12! Im the lead singer of my band I get all the girls to take off their underpants Im the lead singer of my band My salsa makes all the pretty girls want to dance My salsa, woah, woah, woah Look out for my next single, its called My Salsa My salsa, salsa, salsa, salsa My salsa makes all the pretty girls want to dance And take off their underpants My salsa makes all the pretty girls want to dance And take off their underpants My salsa Whered everybody go?98Embed

I Will Lyrics And I dont think that I can stop it I do my best to try to block it Ive been sipping on like, vodka Im blacking out, you better watch it I thought I heard a voice in my head that said Kill I had no other choice that was left except fill My pencil full of poisonous lead, the devil He wants me to murder this beat, so I will He told me there are doubters who question my skill They wanna put my style to the test, am I still The best? They want the crown on my head, I said, Chill If you want me to murder this beat, then I will Im a long way away from where you are in skill Foreign wheels, my bitch wearin four-inch heels She on the orange pill And she about to start taking off layers like orange peels Sacha Baron Cohen, Ferrell, where am I going with this? Oh yeah, I bar at will And when you throw the iron in it, Im all that still The truth for real, Im real true, call that trill This is my house, this place is mine Posted on any corner on any coast Im on You niggas need to leave that lean, Henny, and coke alone Terror to the business, married to the strippers, T-Pain Student of the game pre-Kane, you niggas Post Malone Elite beatboxer minus the raps Rollin with at least three choppers, Ryan is that I literally keep three shottas Im lyrically James Todd, Tariq Trotter minus the cap I thought I heard a voice in my head that said Kill I had no other choice that was left except fill My pencil full of poisonous lead, the devil He wants me to murder this beat, so I will He told me there are doubters who question my skill They wanna put my style to the test, am I still The best? They want the crown on my head, I said, Chill If you want me to murder this beat, then I will Manslaughter goons under the moonlight John Wilkes, thats who Im in the booth like Ayy, bruh, I go ham for dead presidents And everything I record is over your head like a boom mic Why would you irrelevant fucks want to rebel against us Knowing your Smith & Wesson has never been clutched? Knowing you never been rushed by the most ignorant niggas invented Them niggas thatll send you to the dentist to get a whole row of elephant tusks Your teeth gone like you been on some meth and some dust forever I see you, my niggas call me The Enemy Watcher The minute we spot ya, the semill pop, nigga, we got ya Im livin to conquer, remember the mantra, Im grippin the launcher Like Em and the Doctor with no guilty conscience Im still shockin like droppin a boombox in bathwater More shockin than a pissed off Blanka I just finished fuckin a fish called Wanda Im finna wander off into yonder Beyond just mentally stronger, memory monster I remember the sponsorin thought that conquered his triple entendre You the cross of a unicorn and The Unabomber Quit horsin around in this building or you a goner Your Willy Wonka persona wont help you any longer Im Optimus, I make prime examples of mini Tonkas Hogtie your squad and go bonkers Spin, grab Denauns guitar and Honky Tonk ya All your bars subpar like good golfers I put a hole in one of you birdies with this Eagle and launch it I thought I heard a voice in my head that said Kill I had no other choice that was left except fill My pencil full of poisonous lead, the devil He wants me to murder this beat, so I will He told me there are doubters who question my skill They wanna put my style to the test, am I still The best? They want the crown on my head, I said, Chill If you want me to murder this beat, then I will Now this will probably be the most illest shit that Ive ever said God bless the dead and let Biggie possess the pencil lead They called me a sped and said that I had a messed up head Cause I said, Motherfuck school, and instead went to special ed Sippin Bacardi and lime I start to recollect on the time That I startled my mom and had her scared to death Word to Method Man She heard some Wu-Tang coming from towards the patio She was like, What the heck was that? She went to check on the noise and go inspect the deck Then I jumped out with a sword and yelled, Protect your neck Now bow to the Lord, hold up, no, better yet, kneel Better yet, get down on all fours and take a vow to always Rejoice in the sound of my voice, but you dont have a choice Just a third of my will will overpower yours Using about a fourth to create the amount of force Itll take to knock out a horse like a tranq full of Tylenol Enter my house of horrors with a thousand floors Got a crown of thorns, but it wont fit around the horns But Ima keep it a buck like a dollar store Im more than you bargained for and I am far more worse Than a forty-some bar Lord Jamar verse Nothing means more than respect, so when I curse You could say I swore to protect My image, I have zero time or regard for A never-was, been claiming rap when its not yours If it was anyones house, G Rap and Rakim would be havin you mop floors Run-DMC would be havin you cleanin sinks Yeah, your group was off the chain, but you were the weakest link Rest of these youngins of mine Time to start throwing some shade, this time Im shutting the blinds Cause when Im looking at yall, shit, its no wonder its why I need a visor, cause yall are just sons in my eyes Born a cynic and more demented than an orphanage with a morgue up in it Next door to an abortion clinic Newborn infants tortured and tormented With their foreheads dented when they drop cause the floors cemented Their corpses get ornamented The coroner with a storage bin rented To store them in and the torsos of forty women reported missin Distorted, twisted, this isnt no storybook ending This is only the beginning So, Lord, forgive me, Im hearing voices I cant ignore them anymore, theyre winning I thought I heard a voice in my head that said Kill I had no other choice that was left except fill My pencil full of poisonous lead, the devil He wants me to murder this beat, so I will He told me there are doubters who question my skill They wanna put my style to the test, am I still The best? They want the crown on my head, I said, Chill If you want me to murder this beat, then I will And I dont think that I can stop it I do my best to try to block it Ive been sipping on like, vodka Im blacking out, you better watch it 98Embed

Nice Guy Lyrics Youre such a nice guy, a nice guy Youre faithful, you dont lie After the club, youll go back home, right? Right? Sike Suck my dick, you fuckin suck, man Suck my dick, you fuckin suck, man I hope that your heart get hit by a semi-truck Suck my dick, you fuckin suck, man I hop in your whip and take a sip, then I gun it I dont, I dont got much self-control, I hope that you runnin Im bipolar with the switch-up just as quick, like you cummin I dont, I dont got much self-control, I hope that you runnin Im not a cheater, but if Ima be accused, might as well be You tell me youll take me back when Hell freezes, but females be Rushin me outside my telly, temptation overwhelms me Like my monthly bill from Sprint, they chargin me for a selfie Chargin me, so I gave my hotel key Youre such a nice guy, a nice guy Youre faithful, you dont lie After the club, youll go back home, right? Right? Sike Suck my dick, you fuckin suck, bitch Suck my dick, you fuckin suck, man I hope that your heart get hit by a semi-truck Suck my dick, you fuckin suck, bitch I play your music while you suffer like Im Carmine Coppola Got you tied up in the basement while I chill on your sofa La próxima yo sé que mejor me quedo sola Estás de buenas que yo ya vendí mi pistola Im an emotional wreck, weak Everything over-affects me When you joke, it upsets me You say Im no good at sex And you think Im gross and unsexy I need Scope cause my breath stinks You hope I choke on a Pepsi Bitch, you was supposed to correct me Been textin you since three, I still get no fucking reply You say you sleep alone, but yet your mattress is king size Fuck you goin in those knee-high boots? Cut it out, bitch I doubt that youre goin to house sit In that outfit, and those skin-tight Levis Every word that comes out your mouths a fucking lie Oh, its springtime, time for you to have a fling like a slingshot You say dont come over cause you got pink eye But I think I got just the thing Why dont I bring my fuckin bat and just swing by?108Embed

Cold Wind Blows Lyrics Cause some things just dont change Its better when they stay the same Although the whole world knows your name So on the biggest stage they came to see you spit your game Oh-woah, but it shouldnt be difficult to explain Just why you came back again, you hate the fame, love the game Cold as ice you remain Fuck em all, tell em all eat shit; here we go again Oh! God damn! Is it that time again already? Haha Yall dont look too happy to see me Fuck, man Dont everybody welcome me back at once Aight, fuck yall then You can get the dick, just call me the ballsack, Im nuts Michael Vick in this bitch, dog—fall back, you mutts Fuck your worms, you never seen such a sick puppy Fuck it, a sick duck, I want my duck sicked, mummy And my nuts licked, gobble em up, trick, yummy Bitch, you dont fuckin think I know that you suck dick, dummy? Youll get your butt kicked, fuck all that love shit, honey Yeah, I laugh when I call you a slut, its funny Shorty, dance while I diss you to the beat, fuck the words You dont listen to em anyway, yeah, struck a nerve, sucker Motherfucker, might as well let my lips pucker Like Elton John, cause Im just a mean cocksucker The shit is on cause you went and pissed me off Now Im shittin and pissin on everybody, give a fuck if its right or wrong So puff the Buddha, light a bong But take a look at Mariah next time I inspire you to write a song Come on Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh Im as cold as the cold wind blows When it snows and its twenty below Ask me why, man, I just dont know Know-know-know, know-know, know Im as cold as the cold wind blows Bl-bl-blows, blow-blow, blows; oh, oh-oh Fuck it, Im a loose cannon Bruce Banners back in the booth Yall are sittin ducks, Im the only goose standin Ill set the world on fire, piss on it, put it out Stick my dick in a circle, but Im not fuckin around Motherfucker, Ill show you pussy-footin Ill kick a bitch in the cunt Til it makes a queef and sounds like a fuckin whoopee cushion Who the fuck is you pushin? You mustve mistook me for some sissy soft punk Lookin for some nookie or bosom Go ahead, fuckin hater, push me I told you aint no fuckin way to shush me Call me a faggot cause I hate a pussy Man the fuck up, sissy, Gs up All you gardeners freeze up— Put your hoes down, Shady, ease up! Man, chill! Nah, I cant, goddamn it, rap is a landfill Drop the anvil, these are shoes that you cant fill Shit, the day that happens the world will stop spinnin And Michael J. Foxll come to a standstill During an earthquake, urine in your face cause youre fake Lightning strike Ow! What the fuck? That hurt, wait Lightning strike Ow! What the fuck? I just got struck by lightnin Alright then, I quit, God, I give up Call it evil that men do Lord, forgive me for what my pen do This is for your sins, Ill cleanse you And you can repent, but Ill warn you, if you continue To Hell Ill send you And just then the wind blew And I said— Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh Im as cold as the cold wind blows When it snows and its twenty below Ask me why, man, I just dont know No-no-no, no-no, no Im as cold as the cold wind blows Bl-bl-blows, blow-blow, blows; oh, oh-oh-oh, oh How long will I be this way? Shady until my dyin day Til I hang up the mic and its time for me to say So long, til then Ill drop the fuckin bombs Like I missed the pass when I went long If you dont like it you can kiss my ass in a lint thong Now sing along, slut this, slut that, learn the words to the song Oh, bitches dont like that, homie, Ill be nicer to women When Aquaman drowns and the Human Torch starts swimmin Man, Im a cold soul, I roll solo, so dont compare Me to them other bums over there Its like apples to oranges, peaches to plums, yeah Im bananas, pussy, cut off the grapes and grow a pair But I swear, you try to diss me, Ill slaughter you I put that on everything, like everyone does with Auto-Tune The last thing you want to do Is have me spit out a rhyme, and say, I was writing this and I thought of you So— Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh Im as cold as the cold wind blows When it snows and its twenty below Ask me why, man, I just dont know No-no-no, no-no, no Im as cold as the cold wind blows Bl-bl-blows, blow-blow, blows; oh, oh-oh-oh, oh I dont know, I dont know what caused I dont know what caused me to be this way I dont know, I dont know But Ill probably be this way til my dyin day I dont know why Im so, Im so cold Mean things I dont mean to say I guess this is how you made me114Embed

Arose Lyrics If I could rewind time like a tape Inside a boombox, one day for every pill or Percocet that I ate Cut down on the Valium, Ida heard everything But death is turning so definite—wait! They got me all hooked up to some machine I love you, Bean, didnt want you to know I was struggling Feels like Im underwater submerged like a submarine Just heard that nurse say, my liver and kidneys arent functioning Been flirtatious with death, skirt-chasing, I guess Its arrivederci, same nurse, just heard say theyre unplugging me And its your birthday, Jade, Im missing your birthday Baby girl, Im sorry, I fucking hate when you hurt, Hai And sweeties, thank you for waiting to open gifts But, girls, you can just open em Dad aint making it home for Christmas Wish I had the strength to just blow a kiss I go to make a fist, but I cant make one, Im frozen stiff I yell, but nothing comes out, Im crying inside, I shout My vocal cords wont permit me, I scream, but its not aloud You put your arm around Momma to calm her, wow I just thought about the aisle Ill never get to walk us down Never see you graduate in your caps and gowns Its bout to be 2008, hows this happening now? Ive got so much more to do And, Proof, Im truly sorry if I let you down, but this tore me in two The thought of no more me and you You gave me shoes, Nikes like new for me for school Doody, Im trying, but you, you were the glue that binded So many things—time, Id give anything to rewind it I had to walk down my halls and constantly be reminded By pictures all on my walls and I couldnt sleep at night cause That image burned in my brain of you on that table Me falling across your body, not able to stand to save you God, why did you take him? Im tryna keep his legacy alive, but Im dying, wheres Nathan? Little ladies, be brave, take care of your mother Smile pretty for pictures, always cherish each other Ill always love ya, and Ill be in the back of your memory And I know youll never forget me Just dont get sad when remembering And, little bro, keep making me proud You better marry that girl cause shes faithfully down And when youre exchanging those sacred vows Just know that if I could be there, I would And should you ever see parenthood, I know youll be good at it Oh, almost forgot to do something, thank my father too I actually learned a lot from you You taught me what not to do And, Mom, wish Id have had the chance To have one last heart-to-heart honest and open talk with you Doody, I see you, I go to walk to you And I can feel my soul leave my body and float across the room Nurses lean over the bed, pulling tubes out Then the sheet over my head, shut the room down Girls, please dont get upset I see them cheeks soaking and wet As you squeeze hold of my neck, so forcibly, dont wanna let Me go, pillow drenched, emotional wrecks With every second, each closer to death But suddenly I feel my heart begin to beat slow Then a breath, machines go Mustve guessed the cheat codes to this shit Im tryna rewind time like a tape Find an escape, make a beeline, try and awake From this dream, I need to re-find my inner strength To remind me, even if a steep climb I must take To rewrite a mistake, Im rewinding the tape Ill put out this last album, then Im done with it One hundred percent finished, fed up with it Im hanging it up, fuck it! Excuse the cursing, baby, but just know That Im a good person, though they portray me as cold And if things should worsen, but I bet you they wont Im pledging to throw this methadone in the toilet Shred these old letters I wrote All that old pathetic loathing, closing credits can roll Im proud to be back Im bout to, like a rematch, outdo Relapse With Recovery, Mathers LP2 Help propel me to victory laps Gas toward em and fast forward the past Consider them last four minutes as The song Ida sang to my daughters If Ida made it to the hospital less than 2 hours later, but I fought it And came back like a boomerang on em Now a new day is dawnin Im up, Tuesday, its mornin—now I know 156Embed

Brain Damage Lyrics Scalpel Here Sponge Here Wait, hes convulsing, hes convulsing Ahh Were gonna have to shock him Oh my God, oh my God Were gonna have to shock him Oh my God These are the results of a thousand electric volts A neck with bolts Nurse, were losin him, check the pulse A kid who refused to respect adults Wore spectacles with taped frames and a freckled nose A corny-lookin white boy, scrawny and always ornery Cause I was always sick of brawny bullies pickin on me And I might snap, one day just like that I decided to strike back, and flatten every tire on the bike rack My first day in Junior High, this kid said Its you and I, three oclock sharp, this afternoon you die I looked at my watch, it was 1:20 I already gave you my lunch money What more do you want from me? He said, Dont try to run from me, youll just make it worse My palms were sweaty, and I started to shake at first Somethin told me, Try to fake a stomach ache, it works I screamed, Ow, my appendix feel like they could burst Teacher, teacher, quick, I need a naked nurse Whats the matter? I dont know, my leg, it hurts Leg? I thought you said it was your tummy Oh, I mean it is, but I also got a bum knee Mr. Mathers, the fun and games are over And just for that stunt, youre gonna get some extra homework But dont you wanna give me after school detention? Nah, that bully wants to beat your ass and Ima let him Brain damage, ever since the day I was born Drugs is what they used to say I was on They say I never knew which way I was goin But everywhere I go, they keep playin my song Brain damage, ever since the day I was born Drugs is what they used to say I was on They say I never knew which way I was goin But everywhere I go, they keep playin my song Brain damage Way before my baby daughter Hailie I was harassed daily by this fat kid named DeAngelo Bailey An eighth grader who acted obnoxious, cause his father boxes So every day hed shove me in the lockers One day he came in the bathroom while I was pissin And had me in the position to beat me into submission He banged my head against the urinal til he broke my nose Soaked my clothes in blood, grabbed me and choked my throat I tried to plead and tell him we shouldnt beef But he just wouldnt leave He kept chokin me and I couldnt breathe He looked at me and said, You gonna die, honky The principal walked in and started helpin him stomp me I made em think they beat me to death Holdin my breath for like five minutes before they finally left Then I got up and ran to the janitors storage booth Kicked the door hinge loose and ripped out the four-inch screws Grabbed some sharp objects, brooms and foreign tools This is for every time you took my orange juice Or stole my seat in the lunchroom and drank my chocolate milk Every time you tipped my tray and it dropped and spilt Im gettin you back, bully, now once and for good I cocked the broomstick back and swung hard as I could And beat him over the head with it til I broke the wood Knocked him down, stood on his chest with one foot Made it home later that same day Started readin a comic, and suddenly everything became gray I couldnt even see what I was tryin to read I went deaf and my left ear started to bleed My mother started screamin, What are you on, drugs?! Look at you, youre gettin blood all over my rug She beat me over the head with the remote control Opened a hole and my whole brain fell out of my skull I picked it up and screamed, Look, bitch, what have you done? Oh my God, Im sorry, son Shut up, you cunt I said fuck it, took it and stuck it back up in my head Then I sewed it shut and put a couple of screws in my neck Brain damage, ever since the day I was born Drugs is what they used to say I was on They say I never knew which way I was goin But everywhere I go, they keep playin my song Brain damage, ever since the day I was born Drugs is what they used to say I was on They say I never knew which way I was goin But everywhere I go, they keep playin my song Brain damage, its brain damage I got brain damage, its brain damage Its probably brain damage, its brain damage Brain damage, I got brain damage71Embed

Framed Lyrics Feeling kinky, lip syncing to Too $horts Freaky Tales Having creepy visions of whiskey drinking And envisioning sneaking into where Christie Brinkley dwells I know this is risky thinking but I wanna stick her like shes decals But when murdering females Better pay attention to these details or you could be derailed Better wear at least three layers of clothing or be in jail If you get scratched because your DNAll Be all up under her fingernails Man, he hears you, I dont think he cares He gives a fuck, even his pinky swears Three personalities burstin out of me, please beware Her TV blares, cant hear the creaking stairs Shes unaware in no underwear, shes completely bare Turns around and screams, I remember distinctly I said Im here to do sink repairs. Chop her up, put her body parts In front of Steven Averys trailer and leave em there But hey man, I was framed I know what this looks like, officers Please just give me one minute I think I can explain I aint murdered nobody I know these words are so nutty But Im just here to entertain How come your shirt is so bloody? Theres a missing person, so what? Hes Got nothin to do with me Im almost certain I was framed Woke up, it was dawn, musta knew somethin was wrong Think Im becomin a monster cause of the drugs that Im on Donald Ducks on, theres a Tonka Truck in the yard But dog, how the fuck is Ivanka Trump in the trunk of my car? Gotta get to the bottom of it to try to solve it Must go above and beyond, cause its incumbent upon me Plus I feel somewhat responsible for the dumb little blonde Girl, that motherfuckin baton twirler that got dumped in the pond Second murder with no recollection of it Collectin newspaper articles, cuttin out sections from it Memorys too fucked to remember, destructive temper Cut my public defenders jugular then stuck him up in a blender Another dismembered toddler discovered this winter probably Cause the disassembled body Was covered up in the snow since the month of November oddly Im wanted for questioning Them son of a bitches probably just wanna pin this on me But hey man, I was framed I know what this looks like, officers Please just give me one minute I think I can explain I aint murdered nobody I know these words are so nutty But Im just here to entertain How come your shirt is so bloody? Theres a missing person, so what? Hes Got nothin to do with me Im almost certain I was framed Still on the loose, they Spotted me inside McDonalds Tuesday In a Toronto Blue Jays cap, lookin like your college roommate With Rihanna, Lupe, Saddam Hussein, Bobby Boucher Or was it Cool J? The cops is on a goose chase Just escaped from the state pen For eight women who hate men Dont make it no weirder, Im naked When I break in your basement Under your babys play pen, I lay in, wait adjacent Facin the door, remainin patient while stayin complacent Blatant sexual implications are continuin to get thrown Insinuations are placed in little riddles and poems Left on your pillow in hopes, that when you get home Youll get the hint, ho: Im in your window But it never occurred to me I could describe a murder scene In a verse and be charged with first degree Cause it just happened to match up perfectly With the massacre or the Burger King burglary No, officer, you see ... I was framed I know what this looks like, officers Please just give me one minute I think I can explain I aint murdered nobody I know these words are so nutty But Im just here to entertain How come your shirt is so bloody? Theres a missing person, so what? Hes Got nothin to do with me Im almost certain I was framed187Embed

Alfred’s Theme Lyrics Before I check the mic I give it a extra swipe with a Lysol disinfectant wipe Coronavirus in effect tonight Antiseptics on deck, I got every type I throw on my tux, then I give zero fucks, then I Act like a jockstrap , cup my nuts, then I Check my ball hair , make sure its all there Then call the pallbearer Its Music to Bе Murdered By again, why stop? Overkill likе a pipe bomb in your pine box Youre all hitched to my cock Went from punchin a time clock to getting my shot Then treated it like a cyclops Like its the only one I got And my thoughts are like nines cocked Every lines obscene, pervertedest mind, got the dirtiest rhyme stocked Thats why theres parental advising every time I drop So throw on the theme to Alfred, Ill channel him like the Panama Canal But how could I get up in arms about you saying trash is all that I put out? Bitch, I still get the bag when Im putting garbage out Plus, the potty mouth, Im not about to wash it out The filthiest, so all this talk about Im washed up, how preposterous Because if cleanliness is next to godliness Its obvious that its impossible for me to be beside myself And Im bout that capital like a proper noun Still on top the pile Got me sitting on numbers like a pocket dial Quick to call you out on your bullshit Dont make me give that crock a dial Cause if I do it, see you later, alligator Made it out the trailer, then I made a vow to cater to no one So hate, Ive gained about the same amount thats in my bank account So heres some more shit for you to complain about, I say the Bars that never slack , but always get attacked I think theyre gunnin for me, its startin to feel like that Like Im marked, cause when I rap, its like fallin on my back in a tar pit Cause I have this target on my back But if I ever double-crossed my fans and lost my Stans Id probably pop five Xans Go in my garage, start my van Inhale as much carbon monoxide and exhaust I can And doze off like snores But odds like that, with these thoughts I haves like a giant getting squashed by ants If this is the test of time, Id pass with flying colors Like I just tossed my crayons Small, medium, and large size cans Sanitizers of all types, brands, cost nine bands Which is a small price for Lysol wipes and If my palms brush across my pants, I wash my hands Shit, hold on, man Motherfuck Happy birthday to— Fuck I sit in silence in candlelit environments Sipping Wild Irish while getting violent Homicidal visions when Im spitting like this But really Im just fulfilling my wish of killing rhymes Which is really childish and silly, but Im really like this Im giving nightmares to Billie Eilish, Im Diddys side bitch What the fuck? Hold on, wait Im Diddys side bitch? Oh, Im still east side, bitch So til the E-N-D, since EPMD Been givin yall the business , D-R-E and me From the MMLP to MTBMB Bitch, its 2020, you still aint seein me So call me Santa Claus Cause at the present , I out-rap em all , Im at the mall Got your bitch in a bathroom stall, she could suck a basketball Through a plastic straw with a fractured jaw My dick is coat check , she wanna jack it off Im so far past the bar, I should practice law Mentally, Im fucked up generally Dukes of Hazzard car , get the cadaver dogs Cause this is murder, murder and youll get murked, murked This music bout to kill you, brr, brr This chicken hit my phone, she said, Chirp, chirp I said, Hut, hut, hike your skirt, skirt Then go eat some worms, like the early bird What the fuck is love? Thats a dirty word Make me fall in it, theres not a girl on Earth Or any other planet, thats a world of hurt And I wont buy her designer, cause I dont pander But Im back with so many knots, I need a chiropractor And this the final chapter , cause Im either frying after Or they gon give me the needle like a vinyl scratcher Yeah, Im a card, like Hallmark At Walmart with a small cart buying wall art And yall who claim to be dogs arent No bite, like a tree, mostly just all bark, arf, arf But yall pickin the wrong tree, they call me dog because Im barking And I got a lot, yeah, like where cars park Id describe it as bowling ball hard Cause the gutters where my mind is and when Its in this frame, better split like the five and the ten Cause without a second to spare, Im strikin again And when the beat is up my alley, I go right for the pens The cypher begins Im talkin smack like heroin, the mics a syringe Its like a binge, Vicodin, I would liken to tin My mind is a recycling bin Theres no place I never been But I never budge and I never bend You hyperextend on me, this games life, it depends Like adult diapers for men Even when Im rappin less stellar Its sour grapes, I still whine, Im the best seller Like a trey deuce, spray you as these shots penetrate through Dres booth And go straight through your grapefruit, no escape route So you wont leave here just scathed with a few scrape wounds Your ass is grass and I am not gonna graze you But if bars were semi-macs, Id be the Mad Hatter Cause I got so many caps, and you dont have any straps So youd be a fitted , so dont act like you fittin to snap Bitch, Ill pee on your head like a Phillies hat No stoppin me, youre on a window shopping spree Bitch, you probably go broke at the Dollar Tree You never buy shit, all you ever cops a plea Youre always punkin out like Halloween You rather opt to flee, you need to stop it, punk Homie, youre not a G, act like you got the pump And youre gonna cock the heat or get the Glock and dump Bitch, if you shot a tree, you wouldnt pop the trunk Yeah, and Im buddies with Alfred, we about to Disembowel them, gut em and scalp em, yeah This is bout to be the bloodiest outcome Cause we gon make you bleed with every cut from this album So Im choppin em up like Dahmer The nut job with the nuts that are bigger than Jabba the Hutt Im in the cut, and Im out for the blood Its lookin like its that time of the month Carvin em up with the bars while I sharpen em up, dog and a mutt Im gonna fuck your mom in the butt with a thermometer, fuckin phenomenal, but Yall will get cut the fuck up like abdominals if you dont vámonos I keep droppin like dominos, the formidable, abominable Stompin a mudhole in my comp even if its off the top of the dome Son em, get the Coppertone, Im at the Stop and Go coppin the Mop and Glo Got your stomach in knots like you swallowed rope You out of pocket though, like a motherfuckin wallet stole Wait, whyd the beat cut off? 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Friday Night Cypher Lyrics Ayy, ayy, ayy Ayy, ayy, ayy Ayy, this that Clipse sample, ayy Fuck that talkin, let the clip slam em Yellow bands around them hundreds, you know how much that is Too much to give me cash, they had to wire me the backend Niggas in here lookin tough, you know that I got mag in Ask me am I only rappin, you know I got that bag in Bandman like Lonnie , want my head? Come find me Lil bro in that bitch chillin, he aint tryna come home cocky He comin home to a dollar , and a mansion and a chopper In the desert on a dirt bike , VLONE shirt and the Pradas Big nigga fresher than you, fuck you and your stylist Paid ninety for my grill, then lost it, thats why I aint smilin You got Sean, you got Hit, you got Grizz Kash Dollll paint you red, throw you in the water, they gon think you a lobster, nigga Gang I just dropped a kit, you dropped out of school These hoes wanna be famous til they make the news All my bitches winnin, how it feel to lose? Nigga tryna get the box like he finna move Bitch, Im at my pinnacle, I used to shop at Pinnacle Your nigga still drink Pinnacle, bitch, your taste is pitiful I talk cash shit, you aint cash shit Call up Baby Choppa, Cash Kidd, and spend my cash, kid You stay back like adlibs, I buy, I dont ask shit I pop shit and pop tags, bitch, this new era be cappin, uh Me, Sean, Tee off that Pusha T, aint no pushin me Bro might put you on a tee, dot my Is and cross my Ts Bro might put you six feet or bro gon put you on your feet But bro cant put you onto me A-plus pussy worth a B, nigga, uh You niggas aint worth no B, fuck outta here I keep dyin in my dreams, but lifes great when I stay woke Bet you love dreamin, thats the only time you aint broke Try me, 40 make you back up off me like DeJ Loaf and Big Sean Get triggered down, Jhené Aiko Gotta keep Glock in the fanny Nigga, you not finna ham me, huh Put a body on a ratchet, I feel like Dr. Miami Niggas tryna ride my wave like they stoppin a taxi On a six in a Lam, but Im not that bitch Mary They counted me out, I came back with a vengeance In back-to-back Benzes, back-to-back winnin Rap failed, oh well, give me back my scale And a burn-out cell, Ill grow clientele Four-One P, I dont sell dreams, I wholesale Ps Want halves, nigga, dont call me, dont insult me Wrist frosty, bout eighty what this shit cost me Dont worry, Ill make it back before you sip coffee I run with hustlers and bosses, bosses and hustlers Had to find my hustle, I was lost in the gutter Got out that jam, now its foreigns with the seats peanut butter Bitch, its BYLUG for life, never crossin my brothers I fuck with 6 Mile, not too much the 7, they freed the 4s Thats your bitch, huh? Well, get her together, she fuckin bro You know them road trips still bring a dub in, sub in Even if the party was seven, the strip club ten Im all in this bitch on the tether, Im throwin dubs still I put her in the Bentley mansion rent-free Told em keep the G-Wagon plain, dont even tint these Cant be fuckin with a lame, dog, you got her head big Three hundred a line for the Wock, Im sippin red still I know how the feds feel, I make it hard to catch me Cuz sellin corn still, codeword for reggies I aint signed a deal yet, fuck it, I dont need em Everybody with me eatin, free my niggas til I see em He aint dead, we aint even, Jet back, ante up, bitch Free them boys We gon make it off the ave, get a half, then I shake it Somethin like a bad habit, we aint have it, we gon take it Came up off a fifty slab, now my bag big as yappers Workers beggin me for time off, askin me for raises Took me six hours to count it, bubble wrap it up, and tape it All my bitches want allowance, plug askin me for favors I been out of town so long, had to get reacquainted With the neighbors on the block, all this cash we been rakin Way before the rap when I was writin verses We was beatin up the Ike like I was Tina Turner We was loadin up the Glock and fillin up the hearses Now Im preachin like its Sunday, tryna teach the sermon Tryna teach em how to get it, fill up they mamas purses So they aint standin front the judge, listen to the verdicts Cause we was standin on the block, thuggin with the serpents Get caught with Kurtis Blow on me and they gon close the curtains Million-dollar calls you cant merge in, BasedGod how I got my curse lift She gon play her part so well, you thought that she rehearsed it Don life worship Holy temple, synagogue, tabernacle, churches Yeah Look I cant even chill, I get active Overdoin everythin my best and worst habit Shit be impossible til it happens I never thought Id see Kobe go before Magic That taught me first, no seconds to waste Only waist I like is her legs wrapped around my face Fuck you think she doin over here? Watchin Netflix? Beard game, might just let it grow down to my necklace, uh I dont hope for wins, I expect it, uh Adrenaline in me like it got injected My girl say I got communication issues, no, I dont I just dont like sharin all my problems more than the results I bring the plan back to my team, tell em go wild Godbody my physique and my profile I did every single goal that I wrote down Checked it off, its old now And that shit give me chills, fuck I gotta take yours? Im the originator, make it, then I make more Written in stone, you cant forge You aint on my level even if we in the same buildin on the same floor Old boy black out Dough boy cash out, payroll, contract maxed out Cash kid, cash cow Tapped in, I cant tap out Bitch, keep thinkin Im sleepin in Tony on the monitor, I see your ass creepin in Lil bitch, if it werent for me, you wouldnt exist, you get the gist? Fuck a cease and desist, they shootin up seats and exits Throwin plays to my bros, Im leadin the league in assists Hopscotch, blacktop, I aint been skippin a step since Real estate, Zillow every day, bitch, I might just change my profession Dodged so many rainy days, it changed my complexion Hang up on your ass and say I lost the connection I turned out to be the man that I manifested Hmm, fuck the bullshit I aint here to make no friends, cant get bool with me Since an adolescent, I was ignorant, up in school trippin Pistol at my desk, I was sittin up in school with it Put your bitch hand in my corner pocket, play pool with it She gon eat the dick, both balls licked, and do it to me Aint go to college, I aint want no pussy nigga roomin with me Still couldve went to college, Sada aint no fool, nigga Every clip we got extended, yellow Perkies look like minions Put Churchs Chicken on your niggas, scrape them boys for half a biscuit Know I like the burner, but Ill beat your ass, this shit personal, huh Hit a nigga in his shit with this fifty or thirty, duh Name a nigga out of the D as solid as me I unlocked a lot of dollars, nigga, knowledge is key I did it all without a college degree I went from hottest signed artists, don dada, to G Street lord, rock bottom, Godfather, and P D-Boy, Rottweiler, Sean, Sada, and Tee Standin on the corner three days Phone is on Motorola prepaid Diadora or gold Ellesses These are ordered from the older East Bays She either rollin with the owners or the lessees A kind man knows a blind man holds grudges A wise man knows a wise man knows nothin I thought I told you motherfuckers I aint need a budget I ride with them guys that society begrudges We been thuggin worldwide, got arenas buzzin We survived gettin fronted by Ilena cousin Before you could sell that Cole and Adele Or go NFL, be Kobe or Kells The plight of the rich is to throw you in jail The fight has been fixed since the openin bell And you know who postin your bail? Who promotin your L? Who be hopin you fail? Nigga, Oprah and Gayle Ignore the hate, show the world that we love the opps Call Lyor great while they make rape Russell docs Nah Yeah Bitch, you have never said a clever line ever You murdering in the booth is the furthest thing from the truth Rest assured, Ima treat this roof like Im peelin off The plastic on a pill bottle, Im tearin the ceilin off, yeah Ripping rappers like they were wrapped in Saran, bitch And Im strapped up with ammunition And single-handedly takin over the game like I had an actual hand missing But I only need one to clap Animal ambition The only butt-fuckin way that youre strapped is for cash Wish you could slap in the damn clip in that motherfuckin imaginary little handgun youre brandishin Bitch, if you pull up with the stick Its a car with a manual transmission The chances are low to none that I will overcome my bipolar one Voodoo dolls, Im just pokin fun, pins to me are like loaded guns When Im holdin one, if Im just fiddlin with it This motherfucker discharges like me checkin myself out of the fucking mental hospital And I get off like an acquittal, I spit it, you critique it It feels like Im bein belittled by midgets Its like holding a nuke or a damn bazooka And walkin right up in the middle of a little kids fuckin pillow fight with it You want smoke? Im like hookah Man, I remember back when I used to get jumped for my fucking Pumas Run home and go fuck my room up These streets will try to vacuum you up Thats why the avenue where I grew up was 8 Mile and Hoover Cause it sucked like a Roomba But even if I wouldve went the indie route I dont have any doubt I would still get blown like its windy out Shoot til the clip is emptied out This is the beginning of the ending, but Ill put another clip in and spit these rounds If I dig deep down when Im in my bag like Fendi Who am I offending now? Got so many fucking detractors, feels like Im gettin plowed Had to put my money on a diet, I got too many pounds You would think Im turnin pages the way that Im flippin paper Middle fingers, them bitches get to wavin like friendly neighbors Im talkin loot like Im rioting Dick is so big, I cant fit the entire thing through a tire swing I dont think itd be logic for me to say that Im retirin But I should say bye-bye, earthlings Cause Im back on Uranus fuckin up this Grindin beat, yeah I took the pain and learned how to put that shit into a song You listen for flaws and strip it and try to pick it apart So when Im rippin, its hard to tell whether if it is really because Of how offensive I am, or just what a bitch that you are Like I never had to get my clothes at fucking St. Vincent de Paul Like I dont make sure every sentence and bar with a pencil is sharp, and Im quick on the draw Yeah, so when I pull it, surprise , like Kendrick Lamar You need to walk the Yellow Brick Road and find the chick with the dog Cause yall are missing a heart Plus your bitch is giving out brain like the Wizard of Oz This shit is like sitting in the principals office getting scolded for skipping Yall got detention tomorrow Im severe like Benzo withdrawal Bitch, your skins gonna crawl Im invincible, Ive been through it all Like I never thought about just ending it til I got pissed off and put a fist through the wall My back was against Now I rap like Im possessed, thats nine-tenths of the law Oh Oh, fuck it120Embed

My Darling Lyrics Yeah, look If I were to rap about the crap thats out Thats the route you probably want me to take ‘Cause youre just dyin to know what I think Hear my take on some other rappers If I was to say somethin about Paul Wall Youd probably crap in your pants, ‘cause Im white and hes white So hes like my competition, I mean, right? Nope! Paul Wall is dope, and so is Bubba So bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-but, I dont compete with nobody I just go hard, do the rope-a-dope Ali shuffle And dance around my opponents, do donuts Sometimes I play possum, like Im asleep, its awesome Im like a sleepin giant, and when I awake Im like Dre I just jump from outta nowhere and bite prey And sink my teeth in em, and fill em Full of poison, and make a noise like a snake before I kill em And let em know that I just dont feel em And smack em with the backward E, the Eminem emblem I was taught if you gonna murder somebody you should face him Tell him why, look him dead in the eye, then waste him And the dark shall emerge from the fiery depths of hell Then swallow the shell, all the hollow who dwell In the shadows of all who are willing to sell their souls For this rap game and it g-g-goes One-two-three, chk-chk, one-two-three Chk-chk, one-two-three, that aint the hook, now follow me Theres nothing else for me to say, my public adores me Everybody bores me, theyre just so corny So at night before I sleep, I look in the mirror The mirror grows lips and it whispers: Come nearer! My darling, I dont ever want you to leave me, my darling You and me were meant to be together, my darling And if I cannot have you, no one can, youre my darling ‘Cause I possess your soul, your mind, your heart and your body I dont ever want you to leave me, my darling You and me were meant to be together, my darling And if I cannot have you, no one can, youre my darling ‘Cause I possess your soul, your mind, your heart and your body Shady, I know youre in there somewhere, come here! Talk to me, sit! Here, pull up a chair! Why dont you cut your hair? Ha ha ha ha ha ha! Dye it back, come on, try it! Ahh, no! I told you, leave me the fuck alone, will you? But Im here to rebuild you, — but I already killed you! But Shady, we were meant for each other Think about your mother, — yeah, so what of her? You think about what she did to you and your little brother All them foster homes, — fuck you, motherfucker! I had you beat! — No, I was playin possum Remember? I let you watch your little girls blossom I gave you enough time, your souls mine Im taking it back, — you fuckin bitch, why?! Because I love you, look a little closer Isnt that us on that poster? Ha-ha-ha-ha! My darling, I dont ever want you to leave me, my darling You and me were meant to be together, my darling And if I cannot have you, no one can, youre my darling ‘Cause I possess your soul, your mind, your heart and your body I dont ever want you to leave me, my darling You and me were meant to be together, my darling And if I cannot have you, no one can, youre my darling ‘Cause I possess your soul, your mind, your heart and your body Shady, listen! You hear that? Theyre screaming for you, I can bring your career back! But I dont want it back — Yes, you do, — no, I dont Yes, you do! Youre gonna regret it later, — no, I wont Ima get Dre on the phone, Ill just call the Doctor Go ahead, I already talked to Dre yesterday Well, I got him on the phone right now! Youre lying! How, why now? What up, Dre? (Check this out, Slim, I gotta talk to you I dont know, it just seems like ever since you got off your Drugs you became a lot softer) But Dre, all Shady is, is a bottle of hair bleach and vodka (Well, just think about it, Slim, Im here Just hit me back and let me know whats up) — fuck this mirror! Im not in the mirror, Im inside you Let me guide you, — fuck you! Die, you son of a bitch! Put the gun down! — bye-bye! Boom! Okay, Im still alive, — So am I too! You cant kill a spirit even if you tried to Ha-ha, you sold your soul to me, need I remind you? You remember that night you prayed to God Youd give anything to get a record deal? Well, Dre signed you This is what you wanted your whole life, Marshall, right? Ooh Look at this house, look at these cars: theyre so nice, woo! Oh, but you didnt know fame has a price too? That you just now seeing the downside to Lose your best friend from high school, your wife too Aint even sure if your kids like you Come off tour, cant even sleep at night without NyQuil Become a Valium addict, start a rehab cycle But together we can break the cycle Marshall… — What?! — No ones gonna love you like I do Chainsaw starting up My darling, I dont ever want you to leave me, my darling You and me were meant to be together, my darling And if I cannot have you no one can, youre my darling ‘Cause I possess your soul, your mind, your heart and your body I dont ever want you to leave me, my darling You and me were meant to be together, my darling And if I cannot have you no one can, youre my darling ‘Cause I possess your soul, your mind, your heart and your body I dont ever want you to leave me, my darling You and me were meant to be together, my darling And if I cannot have you no one can, youre my darling ‘Cause I possess your soul, your mind, your heart and your body 115Embed

We Made You Lyrics Guess who? Dyou miss me? Jessica Simpson, sing the chorus! When you walked through the door It was clear to me You’re the one they adore Who they came to see You’re a rock star Everybody wants you Player, who can really blame you? We’re the ones who made you Ahem, back by popular demand Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can Youre ready to tackle any task that is at hand? How does it feel? Is it fantastic? Is it grand? Well, look at all the massive masses in the stands Shady, man, no, dont massacre the fans! Damn, I think Kim Kardashians a man She stomped him, just ‘cause he asked to put his hands On her massive gluteus maximus again Squeeze it, then squish it, then pass it to a friend Can he come back as nasty as he can? Yes, he can, Ken, dont ask me this again He does not mean to lesbian offend But, Lindsay, please come back to seeing men Samanthas a two; youre practically a ten I know you want me, girl, in fact, I see you grin Now come in, girl When you walked through the door It was clear to me You’re the one they adore Who they came to see You’re a rock star Everybody wants you Player, who can really blame you? We’re the ones who made you The enforcer, looking for more women to torture Walk up to the cutest girl and charley-horse her Sorry, Portia, but whats Ellen DeGeneres Have that I dont? Are you telling me tenderness? Well, I can be as gentle and as smooth as a gentleman Give me my Ventolin inhaler and two Xenadrine And Ill invite Sarah Palin out to dinner, then Nail her, baby, say hello to my little friend! Brit, forget K-Fed, lets cut off the middleman Forget him or youre gonna end up in the hospital again And this time it wont be for the Ritalin binge Forget them other men, girl, pay them little attention And little did I mention that Jennifers in Love with me, John Mayer, so sit on the bench Man, I swear them other guys, you give em an inch They take a mile; they got style, but it isnt Slim When you walked through the door It was clear to me You’re the one they adore Who they came to see You’re a rock star Everybody wants you Player, who can really blame you? We’re the ones who made you And thats why, my love Youll never live without I know you want me, girl Cause I can see you checking me out And, baby, you know You know you want me too Dont try to deny it, baby Im the only one for you Damn, girl, Im beginning to sprout an Alfalfa Why should I wash my filthy mouth out? You think thats bad, you should hear the rest of my album Never has there been such finesse and nostalgia Man, Cash, I dont mean to mess with your gal, but Jessica Alba put her breasts on my mouth Wowzers! I just made a mess in my trousers And they wonder why I keep dressing like Elvis Lord, help us, hes back in his pink ALF shirt Looking like someone shrinked his outfit! I think hes bout to flip, Jessica Rest assured Supermans here to rescue ya Can you blame me? Youre my Amy, Im your Blake Matter of fact, bake me a birthday cake With a saw blade in it to make my jailbreak Baby, I think you just met your soulmate Now break it down, girl When you walked through the door It was clear to me You’re the one they adore Who they came to see You’re a rock star Everybody wants you Player, who can really blame you? We’re the ones who made you So baby Baby, get down, down, down Baby, get down, down, down Baby, get down, down, down Baby, get down, get down Baby, get down, down, down Baby, get down, down, down Baby, get down, down, down Baby, get down, get down Oh Amy! Rehab never looked so good! I cant wait, Im going back Ha-ha, woo! Dr. Dre! 2020! Yeah!63Embed

Going Through Changes Lyrics Im going through changes Im going through changes Lately, I really Feel like Im rollin for delf like Philly Feel like Im losin control of myself, I sincerely Apologize if all that I sound like Is Im complainin but life keeps on complicatin, and Im debatin on leavin this world this evenin Even my girls can see Im grievin, I try and hide it But I cant, why do I act like Im all high and mighty When inside Im dyin? I am finally realizin I need Help, cant do it myself, too weak Two weeks, Ive been havin ups and downs Goin through peaks and valleys Dilly-dallyin round with the idea Of endin this shit right here, Im hatin my reflection I walk around the house tryna fight mirrors I cant stand what I look like, yeah I look fat, but what do I care? I give a fuck Only thing I fears Hailie Im afraid if I close my eyes That I might see her... Shit Im going through changes Im going through changes I lock myself in the bedroom, bathroom, nappin at noon Yeah, Dads in a bad mood, hes always snappin at you Marshall, what happened that you cant stop with these pills? And youve fallen off with your skills and your own fans are laughin at you It become a problem youre too pussy to tackle? Get up Be a man, stand, a real man woulda had this shit handled Know you just had your heart ripped out and crushed They say Proof just flipped out, homie just whipped out and bust Nah, it aint like Doody to do that, he wouldnt fuckin Shoot at nobody, hed fight first, but dwellin On it only makes the night worse, now Im poppin Vics, Percs And Methadone pills, Yeah, Em, tight verse You killed it! Fuckin drug dealers hang around me like yes men And they gon do whatever I says when I says it Its in their best interest to protect their investment And I just lost my fuckin best friend, so fuck it, I guess then— Don’t know what I’m gonna do But I just keep on going through changes My friends cant understand this new me, thats understandable Man, but think how bananas youd be, youd be an animal too If you were trapped in this fame and caged in it like a zoo And everybodys lookin at you, what you want me to do? Im startin to live like a recluse And the truth is, fames startin to give me an excuse To be at an all-time low; I sit alone in my home theater Watchin the same damn DVD of the First tour; the last tour, he was still alive And it hurts so I fast forward, sleeping pillsll make me feel alright And if Im still awake in the middle of the night Ill just take a couple more, yeah, youre motherfuckin right I aint slowin down for no one, I am almost homeward bound Almost in a coma, yeah homie, come on, dole em out! Daddy, dont you die on me! Daddy, better hold your ground! Fuck, dont I know the sound of that voice? Yeah, baby, hold me down Don’t know what I’m gonna do But I just keep on going through changes Wake up in the hospital, full of tubes But somehow Im pullin through Swear when I come back Ima be bulletproof Ima do it just for Proof, I think I should state a few Facts, cause I may not get a chance again to say the truth Shit, it just hit me that what if I would notve made it through? I think about the things I woulda never got to say to you Id never get to make it right, so heres what I came to do Hailie, this one is for you, Whitney and Alaina too I still love your mother, thatll never change Think about her every day We just could never get it together, hey Wish there was a better way for me to say it But I swear on everything, Id do anything for her on any day There are just too many things to explain When it rains, guess it pours — yes, it does Wish there wasnt any pain, but I cant pretend there aint I aint placin any blame I aint pointin fingers, Heaven knows Ive never been a saint I know that it feels like we just pissed away our history And just today I looked at your picture, almost if to say I miss you subconsciously, wish it didnt end this way But I just had to get away, dont know why, I dont know what else to say I guess Im— Don’t know what I’m gonna do But I just keep on going through changes93Embed

Yah Yah Lyrics Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah  Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah Bumstickitty, bumstickitty, bum huh I got that old rum-pum-pum-pum A punkll jump up to get him a beat down At least sound, I sound like these clowns, like he sound My flow all over the place, four-four in the waist, Im so, so innovative Po-po in the way, Ill roll over em and make bacon And call em a pig, wont you hop up off of my dick? Words in the way, Im at loss by him I give you a JFK on the front lawn of MLK in the crossfire I have evolved into the lost diaries of the mob and the Rothschilds I feel like God broke the vials and I am just layin down inside em like caulk and tile Man, here we go I said that we live in the land of criminal My era, my era, my era so original Uh-huh, I survived it and thats a miracle, ah, man Cause Im from Slaughterhouse , check yourself Like Ice Cube said, Before you wreck yourself Like Wu-Tang said, You should protect yourself I got em goin Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah Yo, snappin necks plus Im live, in effect Im in the Slick Rick eye patch, but I got it from Hex Rappers avoid eye contact, thats outta respect For the god in the flesh, the ominous Indominus Rex They be like, You put the Thought on? Yikes If I told yall once, I told yall twice, that motherfucker is nice Im the king of the blood sport on mics Im from an era you had beef, yall prolly fist fought on sight Get your ass beat at the basketball court on spite Then tell your wife to put your life support on ice Im the rap Pernell Whitaker, the honorable minister Leavin every amateur inoperable, I finished em Makin plaques outta they head like dead venison Used to be the bad lieutenant with M-Illitant Spillin over fabulous jams my man Dilla sent Rap speak for me, I am the ventriloquist Im so stubborn, the government wont govern That brother you spoke of, it just wasnt as dope, was it? Im cold buzzin, I never been low budget The taste of your own medicine, here come a dose of it I break free like Chesimard Keep em guessin hard while broads say my bars is like ASMR All my dogs is out the reservoir Top five, Im where the legends are Live at the edge of darkness and light One phone call, my youngins takin flight You a bark bitch, and never bite, long kiss goodnight I stay heated, my people in the place need it If you aint standin up for yourself, then stay seated And they cheated, they lie like Amerigo Vespucci Im a miracle, Im still super lyrical Live from the Terrordome, loud like a megaphone Thutmose the Third with seven inch herringbones Man, here we go I said that we live in the land of criminal My era, my era, my era so original Uh-huh, I survived it and thats a miracle, ah, man Cause Im from Slaughterhouse , check yourself Like Ice Cube said, Before you wreck yourself Like Wu-Tang said, You should protect yourself I got em goin Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah Better hope an ambulance is en route Papers are hand grenades soon as I pull the pin out I am the Santa Fe, Mandalay and Orlando and Colorado and Columbine All combined into one, I dont walk a line, bitch, I run Cause we dont got no time to waste, so come on Denaun Here come me, 5-to-9 and Thought, da-dun, da-dun Then like a shotgun Im ready to cock it on em Leave these pussies stretched out like the Octomom Never had no trouble keepin up with the times I just adapt to the climate, I treat it like my Levis When they aint buttoned up right, I adjust on the fly Middle fingers, put em high, thats why they call it a bird Cause you put it up in the sky And Im like a spider crawlin up your spinal column Im climbin all up the sides of the asylum wall And dive in a pile of Tylenol, youre like a vagina problem To a diabolical gynecologist tryna ball a fist, I will Fuck you, just buy me, double timing the rhyming I leave you stymied, thats why they still vilify me like Bill OReilly Ima show you what I mean when they call me the Harvey Weinstein of 2019 Im a conniving, when Im on the mic, Ima stand out Like a lime green wife beater with a knife out Im a sight to see, but you can see from the ring Im wearing Me and this game, we got married already Had the prenup ready, fucked on her, shouldve seen her belly She barely was three months pregnant Bitch had it, gave me a baby, we named it Machine Gun Kelly Now heres to LL, Big L and Del K-Solo, Treach, and G Rap DJ Polo, Tony D, ODB, Moe Dee, Run-DMC Ed O.G. , and EPMD, D.O.C., Ice-T, Evil Dee King Tee, UTFO, and Schoolly D, PE, and BDP YZ and Chi-Ali, Rakim and Eric B., they were like my therapy From B.I.G. and Paris, Three Times Dope, and some well never see, and PRT N.W.A and Eazy-E, and D-R-E was like my GPS Without him, I dont know where Id be Man, here we go I said that we live in the land of criminal My era, my era, my era so original Uh-huh, I survived it and thats a miracle, ah, man Cause Im from Slaughterhouse , check yourself Like Ice Cube said, Before you wreck yourself Like Wu-Tang said, You should protect yourself I got em goin Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah65Embed

Cinderella Man Lyrics Yeah, you know, technically Im not even really supposed to be here right now So fuck it, might as well make the most of it Yeah! Ha-ha Feels good Woo! Guess Im lucky Some of us dont get a second chance But I aint blowin this one Nah, man, ha-ha Shit, I feel like I can do anything now Who can catch lightning in a bottle, set fire to water Comin out the nozzle on a fire hose, flyer than swatters? Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man Smash an hourglass, grab the sand, take his hands and cup em Spit a rhyme to freeze a clock, take the hands of time and cuff em Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man Theres a storm comin that the weatherman couldnt predict I start to bug, prick, you better flee, cause I get ticked Its a wrap, I was down, when I was down I was kicked I got up, Im back to punch you to the ground, youre tricked Its a trap, fuck my last CD, the shits in my trash Ill be goddamned if another rapper gets in my ass I hit the gas and I spit every rap as if its my last You can die in the blink of an eye, so bat your eyelashes And keep winkin and blowin kisses cause youre flirtin with death Im destroyin your livelihood, I aint just hurtin your rep I catch a flow and get goin, no remorse Im showin, aint slowin For no one, knowin theres nothin you can do about it Zero in on my target like a marksman, the target is you I shut your lane down, took your spot, parked in it too Arsenic flow, lighter fluid, saliva—what can you do? Go get your crew to hype you up, stand behind you like, Woo! That boys hot enough to melt Hell, burn Satan too Fry his ass and put his ashes back together with glue So you can hate him, he dont blame you, frankly, he would too This game could ill afford to lose him, how bout you? Now guess who? Heres a clue He came to the ball in his wife beater, lost his Nike shoe Its in your ass , hes in your ass, hes all up in your psyche too Now whats his name? Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man Cinderella, Cinderella Man Cinderella Man If I had a time machine Id be Cinderella Man Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man Music is my time machine So call me Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man Fuck catchin lightning, he struck it, screamed, Shut up! at thunder Then flipped the world upside down and made it rain upward Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man Rewound the future to the present, paused it, dont ask how Fuck the past, motherfucker, hes the shit right now, hes Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man Cinderella man, Cinderfella Shady Dane, came To wrap the game up in cellophane, raise hell, from Hell he came But didnt come to bore you with the Cinderella story Nor did he come to do the same old cant afford to be A lame-o in this day and age and at this stage of the game Mediocrity can no longer be allowed to fly, so say bye To the old, H-I to the new, que será Consider it his last hurrah, the coup de grâce, raise em high In the sky, keep em up, time to bring the place alive Thanks for bein patient, I wont make no more mistakes, shit, my Potatos baked, homie, the veggies on my plate can fly My filet is smokin weed—yeah, faggot, the stakes are high Shit, I aint even sposed to be here by the grace of God The skin on my teeth and a hair on my nuts, I skated by Now yall are on thin ice with ankle weights, Id hate to lie How fuckin irritated are you? How much in your face am I? And aint shit you can do but fear it, Proof is here in spirit And Im his spittin image, I mirror it when I stand near it Your pussy lyric, I cunt hear it Who forms pyramids and raps circles around square lyricists? Who? Heres a clue He came to the ball in his wife beater, lost his Nike shoe Its in your ass , hes in your ass, hes all up in your psyche too Now whats his name? Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man Cinderella, Cinderella Man Cinderella Man If I had a time machine Id be Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man Music is my time machine So call me Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man103Embed

Chloraseptic Lyrics Instinctive nature to bring the anguish To the English language With this ink, you haters get rode on like a piece of paper This rap shit got me travelin place to place You barely leave your house Cause youre always stuck at your pad, its stationary Yeah, thats why when I brainstorm, gotta write it out Simon Cowell of rhymin foul, thats why you sound so shook Wire bound notebook got tied around your throat Hook it inside your mouth, go—hruh Thats what its like when the mic is out Cause Im tearin at your flesh with it Til your larynx and neck are split With these lyrics, weapons, expert with Like hair extensions, extra clips And youre scared to effin death of it Bitch, youre starin at a legend that In a pair of Skechers, sweatshirt ripped And hoodie black, should be strapped To a chair or stretcher, electric, swear on every record, bitch Finger so high in the air, Ill bet your senses flip Like a barometric pressure switch Carin less who I offend with this Im at your neck like Pez dispense Go head, spit your flow, bitch! Im at your throat like Chloraseptic, septic And you got strep, Im too complex with it, plex with it This shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit Im at your throat, Im feelin reckless, reckless, yeah And Ill take a hundred of you, hundred of you All at once like I had nothin to lose, what can I do? My appetite for destruction is loose, destruction is loose And all it wants is to have somethin to chew Somethin to chew, somethin to chew Yeah, uh , and still conjoined at The hip with hop, still on point and poignant Skilled as Floyd is In this field, and still no filter, boy Ill put you in your place like a realtor, boy You still aint in the buildin, boy I will destroy shit, even as I build it Get the drill bit, pen is filled with poison Which is the source, easy to still pinpoint it Like a real thin joint it Comes on Quilted Northern In a built-in toilet Bitch, I told you Im a dog I wouldnt heal with ointment Way Im kickin these fairies tails Should write a childrens storybook Million voices in my head But still get a little bit of thrill and some real enjoyment Off the feel of going in Like your bitch when she gives me brain Like she thinks Im dumb Grabs the crown of my dick and blows me to kingdom come Til I feel anointed She makes iller noises When shes with me, must be from the Windy City, uh Pretty apparent, shes a MILF when blowin me Cause I conned her into Rippin the condom in two Dick is a bargainin tool Now Im gettin blew like Klonopins, Rude Jude I go there, you wouldnt Well, I still have a few views in common with you Just not YouTube, cause… Im at your throat like Chloraseptic, septic And you got strep, Im too complex with it, plex with it This shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit Im at your throat, Im feelin reckless, reckless, yeah Youre a has-been That has been the case since back when You last went and threw your hat in the race Youve been trash Stick your raps in the trash bin Or end up in my next rhyme Youre a fuckboy, so next time Its gonna be heads flyin like Dez Bryant With a TEC-9 against Rex Ryan Now watch me set it like correct time All you get is sloppy seconds like a Timex, I Clock rejects into the next life Talking reckless, but its just my Strongest suit, but you can get my Colombian necktie Prostitute, just climb in the Humvee and lets ride Why you hitching at night? I put an end to your life, sex crime Kidding aside, insidious vibe Girl, you know you got the prettiest eyes But all youre getting is bribed Any old lie to try to get you inside Then we gon end up spending the night And Im skinning your hide like an Indian tribe What kind of nut drives a Budweiser truck Finds a slut, tries to surprise her, cuffs, ties her up Binds up, cuts, slices her twice? But the muff diver must just like it rough Fuck right in her vagina, blood Flies up on the visor, like a geyser, uh Enthusiast of the roofie Goal is to get a floozy inside the Jacuzzi And have a loosey-goosey as Cool C is with an Uzi But I am to rap what blue jeans mean to Bruce Springsteen Glued we be, Im truTV, youre too PG Im Schoolly D, youre Spoonie Gee! No diss there, just notice there Are no similarities that we share Besides the fact we breathe air Happily married to rap and Im glad that we buried The hatchet and patched it up Now Im back to ratchet up my attack And Im at your mothafuckin throat like— —throat like Chloraseptic, septic And you got strep, Im too complex with it, plex with it This shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit Im at your throat, Im feelin reckless, reckless, yeah And Ill take a hundred of you, hundred of you All at once like I had nothin to lose, what can I do? My appetite for destruction is loose, destruction is loose And all it wants is to have somethin to chew Somethin to chew, somethin to chew136Embed

Bad Husband Lyrics We never saw from each others sides, or eye to eye Just eye for eye, lie for lie, fight or flight So much baggage, need a luggage rack But we carry on with our public spats and our feuds Up back in the news, love taps when I dissed you Like it was fun, actually used to run back to the booth Jump back in the studio, give you a tongue-lashing, then you Laughed at the stomach tat with the tombstone It was funny back in our youth But then it wasn’t after we knew That we were done and actually through But if theres one fraction of truth If it could be spun back I would do So many things different Cause it was such a dumbass excuse You hit me once and that I would use To continue the pattern of abuse Why did I punch back? Girls, your dad is a scumbag, I’m confused Because— How come you can be a lord and a loser? How come, how come, you can be a liar and a good father? A good dad, but a bad husband Why are you a good father? A great dad, but a bad husband You were the beat I loved with a writers block The line thats hot, that I forgot We laughed a little, cried a lot Ill never forget when you came home and you held Hailie Day before you went to jail and daily How wed wait for that mail lady Or by the phone for Mom to call And I watched you pull yourself up and we decided on Givin it one more try despite it all Youre my lightning rod when my sky gets dark Im your shiny rocks in that tiny box When we tied the knot, when we broke the knot Every line we crossed we were supposed to not Every time we fought, the insults they got… thrown too far Words that we said that we didn’t mean The words that we meant that we didn’t say The ones that we thought that we shoulda said Letters written that we coulda read Which maybe woulda led to some good instead And had this put to bed But Id be lyin’ still if I said I wasnt sittin here askin myself— How come you can be a lord and a loser? How come, how come, you can be a liar and a good father? A good dad, but a bad husband Why are you a good father? A great dad, but a bad husband Forever be a hero in my eyes But there’s always another side to a good father A great dad, but a bad husband We brought out the worst in each other Someone had to make the sparring end Cause I loved you, but I hated that me And I dont wanna see that side again But Im sorry, Kim More than you could ever comprehend Leavin you was fuckin harder than Sawing off a fuckin body limb Once upon a time were all we had Maybe thats what drew us To each other, it was true love Shit, we never knew was possible We might have loved each other too much And maybe thats what made us do what We did to each other, all the screw-ups Cause you always thought that you was More in love with me And I was thinkin I was more in love than you was For all the times that we thought it worked Til we saw how wrong we were When the dust settles now and all the dirt If I touch the rawest nerve All I want is for us not to hurt And its been an exhaustive search to find the words But I just heard Mockingbird And got the urge to jot some verses and thoughts The purpose was not to stir up or open wounds Ive caused a few and so have you Or argue whose fault it was Partly yours, partly mine, but really no ones This is so tough, Im gettin choked up Oh fuck it, we both suck We broke up, got back together We both thought we had forever Not bad people, just bad together We were so nuts, backstabbed each other Another blow struck, but theres no duckin this blow Cause its over and its closure But Im not so sure how to close this I just dont know how some people can be so good At one thing and so fucked at a whole nother Shit, its no wonder! How come, how come, you can be a lord and a loser? How come, how come, you can be a liar and a good father? A good dad, but a bad husband Why are you a good father? A great dad, but a bad husband Forever be a hero in my eyes But theres always another side to a good father A great dad, but a bad husband118Embed

Soldier Lyrics Im a soldier Im a soldier Im a soldier Im a soldier 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 youre me, people just wanna see if its true If its you—what you say in your raps, what you do So they feel its part of your obligation to fulfill When they see you on the streets, face to face, are you for real? In confrontation, aint no conversation, if you feel Youre in violation, any hesitationll get you killed If you feel it, kill it; if you conceal it, reveal it Being reasonablell leave you full of bullets, pull it Squeeze it til its empty; tempt me, push me, pussies I need a good reason to give this trigger a good squeeze These shoulders hold up so much They wont budge, Ill never fall or fold up Even if my collarbones crush or crumble I will never slip or stumble These shoulders hold up so much They wont budge, Ill never fall or fold up Even if my collarbones crush or crumble I will never stumble I love pissin you off, gets me off Like my lawyers when the fuckin judge lets me off All you motherfuckers gotta do is set me off Ill violate and all the motherfuckin bets be off Im a lit fuse, anything I do, bitch, its news Pistol-whippin motherfucking bouncers 62 Who needs bullets? As soon as I pull it, you sweat bullets An excellent method to get rid of the next bully Its actually better cause instead of you murderin You can hurt em and come back again and kick dirt at em Its 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 halter tops Runnin and duckin out the Hot Rocks parking lot Youll all get shot, whether its your fault or not, cause Im a— These shoulders hold up so much They wont budge, Ill never fall or fold up Even if my collarbones crush or crumble I will never slip or stumble These shoulders hold up so much They wont budge, Ill never fall or fold up Even if my collarbones crush or crumble I will never stumble I spit it slow so these kids know that Im talkin to em Give it back to these damn critics and sock it to em Im 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 Dont even try it, youll look stupid, do not pursue it Dont ever in your life try to knock the truest I spit the illest shit ever been dropped in 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 Ill 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, Im a— These shoulders hold up so much They wont budge, Ill never fall or fold up Even if my collarbones crush or crumble I will never slip or stumble These shoulders hold up so much They wont budge, Ill never fall or fold up Even if my collarbones 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, left148Embed

Square Dance Lyrics People, it-it feels so good to be back! La-ladies and gent-gentleman-gentleman Introdu-du-ducing the new-new and improved-proved you-you know who-who Never been the type to bend or budge The wrong button to push, no friend of Bush Im the centerpiece, youre a Maltese Im a pit bull off his leash, all this peace talk can cease All these people I had to leave in limbo Im back now, Ive come to release this info Ill be brief, and let me just keep shit simple Cani-bitch dont want no beef with Slim, no! Not even on my radar So wont you please jump off my dick, lay off and stay off? And follow me as I put these crayons to chaos From séance to séance, aw-a-aw-ch-a-aw Come on now! Lets all get on down! Do-si-do now! We gon have a good ol time Dont be scared, ‘cause there aint nothin to worry bout Let your hair down and square dance with me! Come on now! Lets all get on down! Do-si-do now! We gon have a good ol time Dont be scared, ‘cause there aint nothin to worry bout Let your hair down and square dance with me! Yeah, let your hair down to the track, yeah, kick on back The boogie monster of rap, yeah, the mans back With a plan to ambush this Bush administration Mush the Senates face and push this generation Of kids to stand and fight for the right to say somethin You might not like, this white hot light That Im under, no wonder I look so sunburnt Oh no, I wont leave no stone unturned Oh no, I wont leave, wont go nowhere Do-si-do, oh, yo, ho, hello there! Oh yeah, dont think I wont go there Go to Beirut and do a show there Yeah, you laugh til your mothafuckin ass gets drafted While youre at band-camp thinkin that crap cant happen Til you fuck around, get an Anthrax napkin Inside a package, wrapped in Saran Wrap wrappin Open the plastic and then you stand back, gaspin Fuckin assassins hijackin Amtraks, crashin All this terror, America demands action Next thing you know, youve got Uncle Sams ass askin To join the army or what youll do for their Navy You just a baby gettin recruited at 18 Youre on a plane now, eatin they food and their baked beans Im 28, they gon take you fore they take me Crazy insane or insane crazy? When I say, Hussein, you say, Shady My views aint changed, still inhumane, wait Arraigned two days late, the dates today, hang me! Come on now! Lets all get on down! Do-si-do now! We gon have a good ol time Dont be scared, ‘cause there aint nothin to worry bout Let your hair down and square dance with me! Come on now! Lets all get on down! Do-si-do now! We gon have a good ol time Dont be scared, ‘cause there aint nothin to worry bout Let your hair down and square dance with me! Nothin moves me more than a groove that soothes me Nothin soothes me more than a groove that boosts me Nothin boosts me more or suits me beautifully Theres nothin you can do to me, stab me, shoot at me! Psychotic, hypnotic product, I got a the antibiotic Aint nobody hotter and so on and yada-yada God, I talk a lot of hem-de-lay-la-la-la Oochie-walla-walla, um-da-dah-da-dah-da, but you gotta-gotta Keep movin, theres more music to make Keep makin new shit, produce hits to break The monotony, whats gotten into me? Drugs, rock and Hennessy, thug like Im Pac, on my enemies On your knees, got you under siege Somebody you would give a lung to be Hun-ga-ry like a fuckin younger me Fuck the fee, I can get you jumped for free Yeah, buddy, laugh! Its funny, I have the money To have you killed by somebody who has nothin Im past bluffin, pass the K-Y Lets get ready for some intense serious ass-fucking! Come on now! Lets all get on down! Do-si-do now! We gon have a good ol time Dont be scared, ‘cause there aint nothin to worry bout Let your hair down and square dance with me! Come on now! Lets all get on down! Do-si-do now! We gon have a good ol time Dont be scared, ‘cause there aint nothin to worry bout Let your hair down and square dance with me! 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 Cani-bitch wont square dance with me Fan-a-bitch wont square dance with me Canada-bis dont want no parts of me Dirty Dozen wants to square dance with you Yeehaw! Wee!109Embed

That’s All She Wrote Lyrics Now I don’t really care what you call me Just as long as you dont call me broke I bet they knew as soon as they saw me Goodnight, its over with, thats all she wrote Streets like cold Chicago Aint nothin new, I seen it all before But still, I ball like no tomorrow Goodnight, it’s over with, thats all she wrote All she wrote, all she wrote I said, it’s over with, thats all she wrote All she wrote, all she wrote Goodnight, its over with, thats all she wrote Its stupid how I go in knowin everybody knowin That I’m sewin up the game, destroyin life, they hate me for it Eventually, see they cant beat, and then with me, they join Others sworn under oath or banished, left completely scorned You tell lies, get cut, nigga, kick rocks You never did blend in with the big shots On the fast track, aint no need for no pit stop I just laugh at nigga wishin they were this hot Guess they mad at me, huh? Really pissed off Better that than pissed on, I’m the Jetsons, you the Flintstones Catch me in the end zone, high-steppin, Prime Time Thought you niggas been known, aint no blockin my shine Like my new Air Yeezys, you can see me in the nighttime I get rich off livin life, you check to check, recitin rhymes So call me what you want, wanna hate? Have a nice time While I get stupid paper, hey, my dough aint in its right mind Now I don’t really care what you call me Just as long as you dont call me broke I bet they knew as soon as they saw me Goodnight, its over with, thats all she wrote Streets like cold Chicago Aint nothin new, I seen it all before But still I ball like no tomorrow Goodnight, it’s over with, thats all she wrote Youre starin straight into a barrel of hate, terrible fate Not even a slim chance to make a narrow escape Cupid shot his arrow and missed–wait, Sarah, youre late Your train left, mascara and eggs smear in your face Nights over, goodbye, ho, I thought that I told ya That spilled nut aint nothin to cry over Never shoulda came within range of my Rover Shoulda known I was trouble soon as I rolled up Any chick whos dumb enough after I blindfold her To still come back to the crib Must want me to mess with her mind, hold up She mistook me for some high roller when I wont buy a soda Unless its Rock and Rye cola Buy you a bag of Fritos? I wouldnt let you eat the fucking chip on my shoulder If you was bleach and I was hair I wouldnt dye for ya Tryna pull five bucks from me is like tryna pull five molars Youll get your eyes swolled up, Im on my straight grizzly So why would I buy you a gay-ass teddy bear? Bitch, youre already bi-polar Now I don’t really care what you call me You can even call me cold These bitches knew as soon as they saw me Its never me theyll get the privilege to know I roll like a desperado Now I never know where I’m gonna go Still, I ball like there’s no tomorrow Until its over and thats all she wrote The credit roll, the curtain close, the movie over with But don’t get mad at me, go blame the chick who wrote this shit Yeah, life is sure a bitch , but she know I’m rich That why she give me what I want and I just throw her dick Here I go again, I kick this shit, give a damn, got it pourin in Peso, euro, yen, ah-ha, I’m paid, never gon be broke again See me posted in anything, wearin any chain Never gon see me totin anything, all you gon see is bang Its so nice where I kick it, hate you never get to visit Yeah, I’m on another level, but you niggas still cant get it Its all over ‘fore you finish—sorry, bro, this where we end it Won’t give you the satisfaction of me givin you the business Yeah, I guess life is a bitch, aint it, Tip? And each one thinks they the shit Shirt off my back? I wouldn’t give you the dirt off my handkerchief I’m givin these hoes a dose of their own medicine Let em get a good taste of it I’m sure you got that relationship memo by now, but in case you didnt Ima stick this whole pad full of sticky notes to your forehead and staple it Life is too short and I got no time to sit around just wastin it So, I pace this shit a little bit quicker, that clock Im racin it, double timin it But I still spit triple the amount of insults in a tenth of the time that it may take you pricks to catch on While you strong arm, Im like Stretch Armstrong Man, I still say K-Marts like theres an apostrophe s on it, dog And they say McDonalds isn’t a restaurant, well I guess I’m wrong But if youre gonna tell me that A&W aint the spot for the best hot dogs, you can get the F on, dawg! And on my throne I remain, all alone in my lane I’m as strong as they king, they were gone ‘fore they came Now I don’t wanna hang, I slap five with them rap guys They just wanna sabotage my hustle, shawty, thats why Now I don’t really care what you call me You can even call me cold I bet they knew as soon as they saw me Goodnight, it’s over with, thats all she wrote I roll like a desperado Now I never know where I’m gonna go But still I ball like there’s no tomorrow Goodnight, it’s over with, thats all she wrote All she wrote, all she wrote I said, it’s over with, thats all she wrote All she wrote, all she wrote Goodnight, its over with, thats all she wrote84Embed

Rock Bottom Lyrics Ayo, this song is dedicated To all the happy people All the happy people who have real nice lives And have no idea what its like to be broke as fuck I feel like Im walkin a tight rope without a circus net Poppin Percocet, Im a nervous wreck I deserve respect but I work a sweat for this worthless check Im bout to burst this TEC at somebody to reverse this debt Minimum wage got my adrenaline caged Full of venom and rage, specially when Im engaged And my daughters down to her last diaper, its got my ass hyper I pray that God answers, maybe Ill ask nicer Watchin ballers while they flossin in they Pathfinders These overnight stars becomin autograph-signers We all long to blow up and leave the past behind us Along with the small fries and average half-pinters But player-haters turnin bitch like they have vaginas Cause we see them dollar signs and let the cash blind us Moneyll brainwash you and leave yo ass mindless Them snakes slither in the grass, spineless Thats rock bottom, when this life makes you mad enough to kill Thats rock bottom, when you want somethin bad enough to steal Thats rock bottom, when you feel like youve had it up to here Cause you mad enough to scream, but you sad enough to tear Thats rock bottom, when this life makes you mad enough to kill Thats rock bottom, when you want somethin bad enough to steal Thats rock bottom, when you feel like youve had it up to here Cause you mad enough to scream, but you sad enough to tear My life is full of empty promises and broken dreams Im hopin things look up, but there aint no job openings I feel discouraged, hungry and malnourished Livin in this house with no furnace, unfurnished And Im sick of workin dead-end jobs with lame pay And Im tired of bein hired and fired the same day But fuck it, if you know the rules to the game, play Cause when we die, we know we all goin the same way Cause its cool to be the player, but it sucks to be the fan When all you need is bucks to be the man, plus a luxury sedan Or comfortable and roomy in a 6 But they threw me in the mix with all these gloomy lunatics Who walk around depressed, and smoke a pound of cess a day And yesterday went by so quick, it seems like it was just today My daughter wants to throw the ball, but Im too stressed to play Live half my life and throw the rest away Thats rock bottom, when this life makes you mad enough to kill Thats rock bottom, when you want somethin bad enough to steal Thats rock bottom, when you feel like youve had it up to here Cause you mad enough to scream, but you sad enough to tear Thats rock bottom, when this life makes you mad enough to kill Thats rock bottom, when you want somethin bad enough to steal Thats rock bottom, when you feel like youve had it up to here Cause you mad enough to scream, but you sad enough to tear Theres people that love me and people that hate me But its the evil that made me This backstabbin, deceitful and shady I want the money, the women, the fortune and fame That means I end up burnin in Hell, scorchin in flame That means Im stealin your checkbook and forgin your name This lifetime bliss for eternal torture and pain Cause right now, I feel like Ive just hit the rock bottom Ive got problems, now everybody on my blocks got em Im screamin like them two cops when 2Pac shot em Holdin two Glocks, hope your doors got new locks on em My daughters feet aint got no shoes or socks on em And them rings you wearin look like they got a few rocks on em And while you flaunt em I could be takin em to shops to pawn em I got a couple of rings and a brand-new watch, you want em? Cause I aint never went gold off one song Im runnin up on someones lawn with guns drawn Thats rock bottom, when this life makes you mad enough to kill Thats rock bottom, when you want somethin bad enough to steal Thats rock bottom, when you feel like youve had it up to here Cause you mad enough to scream, but you sad enough to tear Thats rock bottom, when this life makes you mad enough to kill Thats rock bottom, when you want somethin bad enough to steal Thats rock bottom, when you feel like youve had it up to here Cause you mad enough to scream, but you sad enough to tear Thats rock bottom132Embed

Ghetto Gospel Lyrics Uh, hit em with a little ghetto gospel Those who wish to follow me I welcome with my hands And the red sun sinks at last Into the hills of gold And peace to this young warrior Without the sound of guns If I could recollect before my hood days I sit and reminisce, thinkin of bliss and the good days I stop and stare at the younger My heart goes to em They tested with stress that they under And nowadays, things change Everyones ashamed of the youth cause the truth look strange And for me, its reversed We left em a world thats cursed, and it hurts ‘Cause any day, theyll push the button And all good men like Malcolm X or Bobby Hutton died for nothin Dont it make you get teary? The world looks dreary When you wipe your eyes, see it clearly Theres no need for you to fear me If you take your time to hear me Maybe you can learn to cheer me It aint about black or white, ‘cause we human I hope we see the light before its ruined My ghetto gospel Those who wish to follow me I welcome with my hands And the red sun sinks at last Into the hills of gold And peace to this young warrior Without the sound of guns Tell me, do you see that old lady? Aint it sad? Livin out of bag, but shes glad for the little things she has And over there, theres a lady, crack got her crazy Guess whos givin birth to a baby? I dont trip or let it fade me From out of the fryin pan, we jump into another form of slavery Even now, I get discouraged Wonder, if they take it all back, will I still keep the courage? I refuse to be a role model I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottles I make mistakes, but learn from every one And when its said and done, I bet this brother be a better one If I upset you, dont stress Never forget that God isnt finished with me yet I feel His hand on my brain When I write rhymes, I go blind and let the Lord do his thang But am I less holy Cause I choose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homies? Before we find world peace We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets My ghetto gospel Those who wish to follow me I welcome with my hands And the red sun sinks at last Into the hills of gold And peace to this young warrior Without the sound of guns Lord, can you hear me speak? To pay the price of bein hellbound100Embed

8 Mile: Lotto vs B-Rabbit Lyrics Fuck this coward, dawg Free World in the motherfuckin house, whats goin on, baby? Yo, its time to get rid of this coward right here once and for all Sick of this motherfucker Check this shit out Huh Huh, yo Yo, Ill spit a racial slur, honky, sue me The shit is a horror flick, but the black guy doesnt die in this movie Fuckin with Lotto? Dawg, you gotta be kiddin That makes me believe you really dont have an interest in livin You think these niggas gon feel the shit you say? I got a better chance joinin the KKK On some real shit, though, I like you Thats why I didnt wanna have to be the one you commit suicide to Fuck Lotto, call me your leader I feel bad that I gotta murder that dude from Leave It To Beaver I used to like that show, now you got me in fight-back mode But oh well, if you gotta go, then you gotta go I hate to do this, I would love for this shit to last So Ill take pictures of my rear end so you wont forget my ass And alls well that ends okay So Ill end this shit with a Fuck you, but have a nice day! Ward, I think you were a little hard on the Beaver So was Eddie Haskell, Wally, and Ms. Cleaver This guy keeps screamin, hes paranoid Quick, someone get his ass another steroid! Blah-badi-boo-blah, blah-blah-badi-bloo-blah! I aint hear a word you said: Hippity hoopla! Is that a tank-top or a new bra? Look! Snoop Dogg just got a fuckin boobjob Didnt you listen to the last round, meathead? Pay attention, youre sayin the same shit that he said Matter of fact, dawg, heres a pencil Go home, write some shit, make it suspenseful And dont come back until somethin dope hits you Fuck it, you can take the mic home with you Lookin like a cyclone hit you Tank-top screamin, Lotto, I dont fit you! You see how far the white jokes get you Boys like, How Vanilla Ice gon diss you? My motto: Fuck Lotto! Ill get the seven digits from your mother for a dollar tomorrow25Embed

Calm Down Lyrics Turn my mic up Turn my mic up Ayo, calm down, nigga Ayo, calm down, nigga Ayo, calm down, nigga Fuck it, blackout, niggas! Lower the casket down Sprinkle the ash, or get your ass kicked, pow! Frown while I shit on your crown, skip town Ground zero, Shapiro, the king cash cow Do I make em say Wow!? Strip! Bow! I sit with the pound, Click, Blaow! Click, click, Click, Stop traffic, dropping them classics, flip now Bitches, I’m making them skip with thou Art, you don’t really want start, when I growl Let me come and mop up the knockoffs​ When I pop off and never stop, cause When we do come through, you better lock doors The wolves wanna eat, peep how they lock jaws No need to cook up the coke, you see? We cop raw And if you ain’t had enough— What in the fat fishes of a phenomenal fahrvergnügen fuck is going on? Back with the B.A Baracus, callous bang, on another song I’mma have these niggas nervous And clipping they nails and dribbling And witness them, nibble them, like sunflower seed shells See these scales, got my weight up heavy, like three whales And I shit on these males, till its stinkin Fouler, than a weed smell, nigga, your tree fell See how they Twitter, Facebook and Instagramming an email? Talking Im sick, I got them shook and I bang em at retail Until they cripple, see I cook, like I’m slanging a weed sale Until I triple bred, and whoop ‘em and drag em like females Oh, see well, these niggas already know The way that I fuck shit up, minus the details, the case is shut Your bitch remind me of replacement butt Kind of an ancient slut, its going down Like she was a basement fuck Swell up this shit, like I’m sticking steaks in they gut So gracefully and graciously, I painfully wake niggas up Ragdolling these niggas, and attacking Like apes in the cut, I’m waiting for the taking While I break niggas neck, like a bracelet It’s kinda like me having a case in the truck And drinking ‘til I’m blasted Harassing and erase a nigga Keeping em open and blacking until I’m leaving ‘em stuck And got ‘em happier, than a child in a park chasing a duck While I’m chasing a buck These funny niggas be chasing they luck I be lacing them up, like boots When I’m pushing they face in the mud— Missiles I fling, while I spit live wire ‘Til this shit circling back around With more fire for me to melt a brick surfacing back a sound While I light up shit thatll cause a quick worship And gather around, its certain this shitll splatter cliques Painful and make ‘em scatter Shameful, the way I shatter Shit apart, it doesnt matter Your head up off your shoulders Bullets bigger than a boulder And they break ‘em and they know its And the way it’s going, you could easily get your See, me and Shady together; we’re crazy Like baking a vomit and rabies cake, like a pastry bitch Like I come from Haiti I’m suggesting you pay me, don’t make me wanna spaz Like I’m a crazy Israeli While I bite the beat up, and Im starting to heat up I’m chopping your foot off Now it’s mine, and I’m putting my feet up Back to the hood and off to the wild And I’m hoping you protect your child And I been blacking out so long Niggas is asking if the hook had died, nah But the beat is fried! Yo Ayo, calm down, nigga Ayo, calm down, nigga Ayo, calm down, nigga Ayo, calm down, nigga Ayo, calm down, nigga Fuck it, blackout, niggas! Apparently, theres a light contagiousness to this tirade It just might make you sick, so irate With this my brain is just like a fucking fried egg Is my mind scrambled? Cause Im lit—narrow minded But go through such a wide range of this emotion That my rage has gotta squeeze through it sideways I just pulled up in Clive Daviss driveway With his personal memoir, saying Hes bi! Waving a nine, a picket sign, egging his ride Making him cry, Rape!—then arrive naked And drive straight through the gay pride parade Yay! Yippee-Ki-Yay!, cause here I— Wait, did the world just pee on my leg? And should I take it as a sign Maybe to take em back into time? I stuck out like a sore thumb, so I gave em the finger To take the attention away From my stinking face it was bringing Changed the whole complexion of the game But just in case you was thinking an inkling of replacing The kingpin of crazy, youre wasting your ink then So if this is any indication of what you may be facing You better make a distinction cause you fake imitations Are leaving a bad taste, fuck making a bad impression Thats the worst impersonation Ive ever seen, and Who raps nasally? Eyes hazely? Rhymes crazily, but sounds like he may Need some Flonase when hes speaking? What kind of stupid question is that? Hey, Mrs. Abraham Lincoln! Other than your husbands fucking brains that were leaking Howd you think that play was this weekend? You aint the real Slim Shady, sit your ass down, faggot See me on a ballot, Im running for class clown Rich Democrat, bitch, so Im just the candidate To come fuck up the whole party Me and Flipmode starting a campaign To have every campus, on a fucking rampage Act my goddamn age? I am—eight! So lets get smashed and wake up the next day With the room trashed, covered in Band-Aids Glass ashtray smashed Champagne splashed on the lampshades But this aint up for debate, this is undebatable Shady for president, ho, dont make me go take it back To the days of old, with Sway & Tech radio When I was taking so much NoDoz and LSD I almost fell asleep on the Wake Up Show Fuck you telling me, fools? I was rippin shop, raisin hell up in Drews When Penelope Cruz was still developing boobs Me and Bus put it down, like a sick pet Youre fucking with vets, dog, fucking internet bloggers I sit in front of my computer all day And comment on everything, Im an expert on everything, Everything sucks—play the next song! Guess if I hopped out your freaking laptop, you idiot prick With Biggie and kicked the living shit out you, Id be dead wrong Son of God; Im the S.O.G Like a wet log, pores never get clogged Cause Im so full of self-esteem that I sweat fog Yes, yes, y’all —steady on the left, y’all Step off, fore you get stepped on Soft? Bout as commercial as my fucking Learjet Jealousy’ll get you green as a Chia Pet I can see that you’re visibly upset, dog Alert, alert, girl—alert Once you enter in my house of pain, youre in a world of hurt So Get that ass shaking Came to hit you with a fan favorite But if you too fly for coach, better get them arms And freaking hands flailing and Like Van Halen and pray for a damn tailwind More afraid of success than I am of failure So what does that tell ya? That on a grand scale I don’t give a fuck about nothing Like Stan mailing his last piece of fan mail Before he ran straight into the damn railing Yo, chill, man—chill! 255Embed

8 Mile: Lyckety-Splyt vs B-Rabbit Lyrics Tell you something Check this out, check this out Yo This guys a choke artist, youll catch a bad one Youre better off shootin yourself with Papa Docs handgun Climbin up this mountain, youre weak Ill leave you lost without a paddle, floatin shits creek You aint Detroit, Im the D, you the new kid on the block Bout to get smacked back to the boondocks Fuckin Nazi, your squad aint your type Take some real advice and form a group with Vanilla Ice And what I tell you, you better use it This guys a hillbilly, this aint Willie Nelson music Trailer trash, Ill choke you to your last breath And have you lookin foolish like Cheddar Bob when he shot himself Silly Rabbit, I know why they call you that, cause You follow Future like he got carrots up his ass crack And when you actin up, thats when you got jacked up And left stupid, like Tina Turner when she got smacked up Ill crack your shoulder blade Youll get dropped so hard that Elvis will start turnin in his grave I dont know why they let you out in the dark You need to take your white ass back across 8 Mile to the trailer park Alright, look Ayo This guy raps like his parents jerked him He sounds like Erick Sermon, the generic version This whole crowd looks suspicious Its all dudes in here, except for these bitches So Im a German, eh? Thats okay, you look like a fuckin worm with braids These Leaders of the Free World rookies Lookie, how can six dicks be pussies? Talkin bout shits creek Bitch, you could be up piss creek with paddles this deep Youre still gonna sink, youre a disgrace Yeah, they call me Rabbit, this is a turtle race He cant get with me, spittin this shit wickedly Lickety shot suspicious spickety split lickety So Ima turn around with a great smile And walk my white ass back across 8 Mile29Embed

Tone Deaf Lyrics Yeah, Im sorry What did you say? Oh, I cant hear you I have an ear infucktion and I cunt finger it out , yeah Yeah Its my alter egos fault These evil thoughts could be so dark Cerebral palsy, three Zolofts I eat, doze off to Rico Suave Cadillac with a ladder rack in the back, with a cracked axel, a backpack full of Paxil A black satchel, a knapsack and a flask full of gnac and Jack Daniels Girl, lets go back-back to my castle I dont wanna hassle you, Alexandra But my dicks an acronym cause it stands for you Wait, Alexandra who? All I know is Friday, I met you Saturday, Ill probably forget you Guess thats what the Molly and ex do Cause who the fuck am I laying next to? But evеr since D-Nice To Tha Rescuе, Fila Fresh Crew I been a lab rat from a test tube Im goin in-nn like the red roof You dont like it, eat a cock til your jaw breaks Call it caught between a rock and a hard place Like a sasquatch in a crawlspace Cause youre watchin your heart race like youre Scarface In a car chase with the cops or an arcade Stuck inside of a Mario Kart race duckin saw blades At a stop and a start pace What Im tryin to say is Im drivin em all crazy I cant understand a word you say I think this way I prefer to stay I wont stop even when my hair turns grey Cause they wont stop until they cancel me I see the rap game, then attack the verses Turn into a graveyard packed with hearses Just like your funeral, Im at your service Pockets on stuff like a taxidermist Just landed in Los Angeles when this chick Angela and her grandmother in a tan Colored van pull up with a handful of Xans And a substantial amount of gan just to ask what my plans for the night are I said, Sneak into the Sleep Inn for the weekend and pretend its a five-star, yeah Or leap into the deep end of the pool I can show you where the dives are , ha We dont even gotta drive far I know this spot that is so live But Im tryna get some head first , like a nosedive So many side chicks, cant decide which to slide with and which should I ditch So when it comes to ass, bitch, I get behind like the Heimlich Had one chick who liked to flip sometimes on some switchin sides shit Pushed her out the Sidekick, then I flipped the lil white bitch off like a light switch Its okay not to like my shit Everythings fine, drink your wine, bitch And get offline, quit whinin, this is just a rhyme, bitch But ask me, will I stick to my guns like adhesive tape? Does Bill Cosby sedate once he treats to cheesecake and a decent steak? You think gettin rid of mes a piece of cake? Im harder than findin Harvey Weinstein a date And thats why they say I got more lines than Black Friday So save that sssshit for the damn library You heard of Kris Kristofferson? Well, I am Piss Pissedofferson Pauls askin for Christmas off again I said, No, then I spit this song for him It goes I cant understand a word you say I think this way I prefer to stay I wont stop even when my hair turns grey Cause they wont stop until they cancel me Bitch, I can make orange rhyme with banana Bornana Eating pork rinds, sword fightin in pajamas At the crib, playin Fortnite with your grandma But Im more like a four-five with the grammar Bout to show you why your five favorite rappers cant touch this But before I get the hammer I should warn you, Im Thor-like in this manner But the day I lose sleep over you critiquin me or I ever let you cocksuckers eat at me Id need to be a motherfuckin pizzeria But you aint gettin no cheese from me I went from Little Caesars, BLTses, grilled cheeses Bein dirt poor to filthy rich, Im still me, bitch Like a realtor, thats real tea , bitch Aftermath, bitch, whole camps lit We put out fire, Dre stamps it With my cohorts, hit a bogart Yeah, got your whole squad yellin, Oh, God Here comes Barshall with no holds barred Bitch, Im a hurricane, youre a blowhard Like your old broad, she full of semen , like the coast guard And lifes been pretty good to me so far , for the most part Had a couple of run-ins with po-po, caught A couple assault charges, got a few priors like crowbars Which is so odd cause Im forty-eight now That 5-0s startin to creep up on me like a patrol car Ill be an old fart, but you dont want no part, so, bitch, dont start Simmer down, compose yourself, Mozart I aint went nowhere, call me coleslaw Cause Im out for the cabbage and Im so raw And if time is money, you have no clocks And any folk caught within close proximitys gettin cold-cocked My enemies, Im a chimney, give me the smoke, opps And R.I.P. to King Von, and it dont stop, and I know not What the fuck you say? I told yall, it aint me, its my alter egos fault But if yall wanna cancel me, no prob Ill tell you the same thing I told Paul I cant understand a word you say I think this way I prefer to stay I wont stop even when my hair turns grey Cause they wont stop until they cancel me 65Embed

Eminem Gets Verified on Genius LyricsLet the horns blow: Eminem has annotated selections from his entire catalog for Genius. Below are a few highlights — to see all the annotations, go to Eminems profile page.Eminem recalled his first studio session with Dr. Dre and the creation of My Name Is, a song that was recorded in one take and launched him into superstardom:Dre put on the Labi Siffre record, and I was just like “Hi! My name is!” That beat was talking to me. I was like, “Yo, this is it, this is my shot. If I don’t impress this guy, I’m going back home and I’m fucked.” I knew Dre wasn’t an easy person to please. I made sure that everything he had a beat for, I had a rhyme ready to go, or I came up with a rhyme on the spot “My Name Is” was the first thing that came out of my mouth that first day I was at Dre’s house. I don’t know if we released what I did the first day or if I re-did it, but it was basically the same. I didn’t understand punching, or believe in it. So I would just go from the top of the song all the way down. I was never flying in hooks. Everything was live, one take. If I got all the way to the fucking end, and messed up the last word, I’d be like “Run it back, let’s do it again.” I remember Dre was like “Yo, are you fucking crazy? Let’s just punch.” I didn’t like that concept because I wasn’t used to it. When we were recording here in Detroit, in the beginning, I was saving up my money to go in. We only had an hour, you know? I’m like “One take down, alright, let’s go to the next song. Fuck it.” That’s what I was used to.Marshall explained where the name Slim Shady came from in an annotation on the song Just Dont Give A Fuck:Coming out with an alias was part of Proof’s whole idea. He said, “Let’s be in a group called D12, and there will be six of us, and we’ll each have an alias. We’ll each be two different people.” When I started rapping as Shady, as that character, it was a way for me to vent all my frustrations and just blame it on him. If anybody got mad about it, it was him that said it, you know what I’m saying? It was a way for me to be myself and say what I felt. I never wanted to go back to just rapping regular again.In another annotation on the same song, Eminem explained that he started writing songs like Just Dont Give A Fuck because people were saying that I sounded like AZ and Nas.Em broke down a few lyrics from Lose Yourself, clarifying whose sweater the vomit was on in the first verse:The first verse is all about Jimmy Smith Jr. It’s me talking about Jimmy Smith Jr. — like, I’m not saying my sweater, I’m saying his. I’m trying to show you what his life is about.On the original demo version of Lose Yourself:This is going to sound stupid, but I have no recollection of the demo version on “Shady XV.” I don’t know where I recorded it, I don’t even know when I recorded it. I did a lot of drugs, so my memory is all over the place.On how the lyrics of Didos Thank You helped inspire Stan:When I heard “your picture on my wall,” I was like “Yo, this could be about somebody who takes me too seriously.” So I knew what I was going to write about before I wrote it. A lot of times when I’m writing songs, I see visions for everything I’m writing. This was one of those.On the decision to make In Da Club the first single off 50 Cents Interscope debut:We couldn’t decide on the first single from Get Rich. It was going to be either If I Can’t or “In Da Club.” We were torn, so me, 50, Paul, Chris Lighty, and Jimmy Iovine decided to flip a coin.On Jay Zs Renegade, Em explained his thought process when writing:When I’m writing, I’m in the syllable game. I’m connecting 5-6-7-8 syllable phrases where every syllable rhymes. I get heavy into that. When I start rapping something, and I think of more syllables that connect with it, sometimes I want to just keep the scheme going forever I’ve done it before in songs, where the syllable scheme of the first verse ends up being the syllable scheme of the second verse, and the third verse — all the way down. I do it because the lines start connecting and making sense. Once I find something and lock in, it comes out pretty quick.Marshall also annotated a fan favorite, Sing For The Moment, explaining why he kept going despite the criticism he received early in his career:This is where I was dealing with critics who didn’t understand why people were identifying with me. I realized I was becoming like the rappers that I looked up to as a kid. I identified with and loved LL Cool J and the Beastie Boys. I felt like if everybody didn’t understand their music, it didn’t matter — they were speaking to me. So that’s what I was trying to make people realize on this track. I may not be shit to you, but there’s a kid in fucking Nebraska, or somewhere, that I’m talking to. I don’t care if you’re listening, because he’s listening. That’s who I’m directing my material at.On Rap God, Marshall said the only thing he would do, other than rhyme, is play for the Detroit Lions:The hook was the first phrase I thought of when I heard the track. I thought “Okay, this has something to it and might be catchy but — I’m a “rap god”? Why? If I’m going to say that, I need to validate that.” I don’t want to say it’s the crutch, exactly, but the theme of the whole song is: this is the only thing I know how to do. I don’t know how to do anything else, aside from play a little bit of basketball. Except if the Lions called me. I’m down to be receiver or something, or a running back. I’d be good for that. Eminem also annotated a vintage Biggie/2Pac Freestyle from 1999, commenting on past and present MCs:There’s people who rap to make songs, just because they enjoy doing it and want to express themselves. And then there are people who rap competitively. I believe that anybody who competitively raps — like Drake and Kendrick and Jay Z — raps to be the best rapper. People diss each other, but it’s more in the vein of “How can I kill you with record sales? Or with a flow? How can I be better than you at making records, at punchlines, metaphors, wordplay, syllables?” But when you have two rappers like Biggie and 2Pac getting into it, you get the hip hop community torn. No one wants to see something real happen. If for a second you entertain the idea of that being entertaining, if something ever happened out of that? No. That’s not healthy.Click here to view all of Eminems annotations on his profile page.246Embed

Who Knew Lyrics Mic check, one-two Who woulda knew? Who woulda known? Fuck woulda thought? Motherfucker comes out Sells a couple of million records And these motherfuckers hit the ceiling I dont do black music, I dont do white music I make fight music for high school kids I put lives at risk when I drive like this I put wives at risk with a knife like this Shit, you probably think Im in your tape deck now Im in the back seat of your truck with duct tape stretched out Ducked the fuck way down, waitin to straight jump out Put it over your mouth, and grab you by the face — what now? Oh, you want me to watch my mouth? How? Take my fuckin eyeballs out and turn them around? Look, Ill burn your fuckin house down, circle around And hit the hydrant, so you cant put your burnin furniture out Im sorry, there must be a mix-up You want me to fix up lyrics While our President gets his dick sucked? Fuck that! Take drugs, rape sluts Make fun of gay clubs, men who wear make-up Get aware, wake up, get a sense of humor Quit tryin to censor music This is for your kids amusement But dont blame me when little Eric jumps off of the terrace You shoulda been watchin him, apparently you aint parents ‘Cause I never knew I, knew I would get this big I never knew I, knew Id affect this kid I never knew Id get him to slit his wrist I never knew Id get him to hit this bitch I never knew I, knew I would get this big I never knew I, knew Id affect this kid I never knew Id get him to slit his wrist I never knew Id get him to hit this bitch So whos bringin the guns in this country? I couldnt sneak a plastic pellet gun Through customs over in London And last week I seen this Schwarzenegger movie Where hes shootin all sorts of these motherfuckers with an Uzi I see these three little kids up in the front row Screaming, Go! with their seventeen-year-old uncle Im like, guidance?! Aint they got the same moms and dads Who got mad when I asked if they liked violence? And told me that my tape taught em to swear? What about the make-up You allow your twelve-year-old daughter to wear? So tell me that your son doesnt know any cuss words When his bus drivers screamin at him, fuckin him up worse And fuck was the first word I ever learned Up in the third grade, flippin the gym teacher the bird So read up bout how I used to get beat up Peed on, be on free lunch And changed school every three months My lifes like kind of what my wifes like Fucked up after I beat her fuckin ass every night: Ike So how much easier would life be If nineteen million motherfuckers grew to be just like me? ‘Cause I never knew I, knew I would get this big I never knew I, knew Id affect this kid I never knew Id get him to slit his wrist I never knew Id get him to hit this bitch I never knew I, knew I would get this big I never knew I, knew Id affect this kid I never knew Id get him to slit his wrist I never knew Id get him to hit this bitch I never knew I, knew Id have a new house or a new car A couple years ago I was more poorer than you are I dont got that bad of a mouth, do I? Fuck! Shit! Ass! Bitch! Cunt! Shooby-de-doo-wop! Skibbedy-be-bop, a Christopher Reeves Sonny Bono, skis, horses and hittin some trees How many retardsll listen to me And run up in the school shootin when theyre pissed at a tea- -cher? Her? Him? Is it you? Is it them? Wasnt me, Slim Shady said to do it again! Damn, how much damage can you do with a pen? Man, Im just as fucked up as you woulda been If you woulda been in my shoes, who woulda thought Slim Shady would be somethin that you woulda bought? That woulda made you get a gun and shoot at a cop I just said it, I aint know if youd do it or not ‘Cause I never knew I, knew I would get this big I never knew I, knew Id affect this kid I never knew Id get him to slit his wrist I never knew Id get him to hit this bitch I never knew I, knew I would get this big I never knew I, knew Id affect this kid I never knew Id get him to slit his wrist I never knew Id get him to hit this bitch How the fuck was I supposed to know?57Embed

ShadyXV Lyrics Im liable to start a violent spark with a silent thought I disgust you like dialogue from The Shop to The Wired Frog Night club, shit, I was taught If your CDs on fire you had to put it out yourself like Highland Park No fire department, so you might not hear sirens at all But dont be alarmed if I sound off Something just aint right with me, dog A martyr on a private charter, whose life could be harder? Widely regarded highly? Bite me, sweetheart Im slightly retarded, but tonight Im startin Shit, Im feeling self righteous and might just hop in a mosh pit On some Mike Tyson and Pac shit Lookin to box with anybody, disorderly conduct Ill fuck around and snort a key and pick a fight with a locksmith Fan of The LOX, bananas, manic, Im going in shock Frantic, Im trapped in a closet Panic attack cause Im claustrophobic No, faggot, I mean I cant maneuver for movement Cause I have no room for improvement Im practically squashed, compacted and boxed in Toxic, cans of arsenic, flammable bars, examine the content Bar exam, start of insanity Charles Hamilton slash Manson and Bronson Animal snarls, cannibal jaws Shark mandibles, lambs to the slaughter Looking skantless as Hannibals stalking Anthony Hopkins with his hands in his pockets Black out, Zach Galifianakis Gallons of Vodka, but that gal has some knockers I betcha they ring a bell when I come back and Im conscious What happened, doc? I passed out again Alcohols making me break into vacants naked Stolen Magnavox and bag of rocks in back of a Datsun Fell asleep watching Fear Factor and Scare Tactics Too close to the StairMaster Poked a hole in the air mattress and popped it Woke up shortly thereafter, hungover No underwear, grasping a Bayer Aspirin and dropped it Air Maxes in my closet, preposterous Nikes made out of ostrich And the cross stitching is a cross mixing Of a rhinoceros, possum skin, giraffe and a dolphin Fin, cotton Dockers, OshKoshes, drop crotches Swatch watches and sneakers match with the parkas But its like being overstaffed at a boxing gym With all these trainers, but I dont have any boxers And Im standing here naked, hangover, still wasted Like paper you write raps on, obnoxious Yo, why does it always sound like Im grabbing my nostrils? Fuck that, Ill battle em all, Ill battle a mall I’ll stand there and yell that at a wall Til the mannequin dolls scatter and the inanimate objects That Im battering all shatter and fall Cause I hear the track and Im starting to get fucking amped Im a spark plug, Im like the car with the cables Hooked up to my fucking back, Im a Duracell But I sure as hell got it backwards cause yall get jumped And Ill catch the battery charge, but I got a hunch like your back when its arching When I start attacking your squadron Youll feel like MasterCard when Im charging So take a swipe at me, Im coming straight at you Like Clay Matthews from the Green Bay Packers So get the sack like Wisconsin Thats nutbag that Im talking, who am I kidding? You faggots are all gonna do my bidding Dont get dragged to the auction Neiman Marcus, bags of Vuitton and all Ill push a bitch into oncoming traffic, just watch this Stretched, tinted, black sedan my ass See how mad you act when I drop you off at Saks Fifth Ave In a fucking taxi cab to go shopping Affable guy next doors laughable My next whores gonna have mechanical arms Thatll jack me off with a lotion dispenser with a motion sensor No emotion, hence I guess this sick prick dies hard I got a Magic Johnson Its like a Magic Wand allows me to not let a blonde arouse me If Ronda Rousey was on the couch with the condoms out Holding a thousand Magnums at once to pounce me I laugh in response to how she dances and flaunts it around me Her flat little badonkadonk is bouncing around And all I see is Paulie Malignaggi, she Slaughterhouse in a blouse And Madonna with mud on her, God dammit I am a misogynist I slap Linda Ronstadt with a lobster, throw her off a balcony Just so happens shes fond of algae Cause now she faceplants on the concrete Complete lack of responsibility Half of you assholes aint strong enough to pick up a spirit Shit, you fags couldnt shoplift at a thrift shop But I let the track lift em up, boost the energy Klepto, Im back to rip shop up, but my thing is this now Five-finger discount Been rapping so long Ive been killing this shit, its easy Kidnapping your mom cause Im still in this bitch, thievery Ransom for JonBenét Ramsey, and Chandra Levy, and Gary Condit Paul was scared that if I went back to the blonde I might relapse, get on some bullshit Perhaps Ill launch some cracker taunts at Action Bronson Macklemore, Mac Miller and Asher Roth And have some back and forths And record a wack response to Kendrick Lamars Control verse And perform Fack in concert Yo, I put that shit on a greatest hits album Now that was awesome It takes some massive balls to do some shit like that Sometimes I have to ponder why people are like And put up with my crap so long for, whats the attraction, mama? Is it the fact that Im a walking, talking, actual quadruple entendre Or the pointy nose thats pointing at you, mama? Who knows at this point, its always poking so na-ah Still get along with this voice cause thats the Monster So do-si-do with the sociopath Everyone who knows me knows that What they dont know is the fact Rihanna calls me Pinocchio She loves the way I lie Sits on my face and waits for my nose to grow Pathological liar, oh, why am I such an asshole That my disguise is pants, but they on fire So am I-a, Cappadonna, cut the track off Sabotage Christmas, crap in your stocking Im wrapping up all the presents In fucking camouflage so you cant even find em Jack Santa Claus, snap Rudolphs antlers off Wrap his schnoz in gauze bandage and blind him Blowing a head gasket at Bed, Bath and Beyond Put the basket back all the bath salt packets are gone, I Know you really tired of me sampling Billy Squier But classic rock acid rap is the genre Got Slash on guitar, splash of Bizarre, Thrasher, and Aerosmith And Im a spectacular archer, feed Count Dracula Chocula Godzilla, half dragon and Bob Dylan, bandwagoners Im kicking the damn stragglers off and Im strangling em Smack Kim Basinger on her ass in the sauna278Embed

Killer Lyrics Yeah Im a , Im a cold-blooded Made all this money from doin this ​d.a. got that dope Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny Earn it just to burn it, swag drip— I used to rock a toboggan Headphones around my neck, tryna be like Shady Now the phone thats in my pocket seem to keep vibratin I got all these Ronnie Bennetts tryna be my baby Tryna fiancé me I take the steering wheel and drive them girls beyond crazy Im on a song with my idol Im a cold-blooded version of the song title I put these diamonds in the ring like they was Shawn Michaels I cant put the Louis V inside the wash cycle I take this shit to the cleaners Bout to cop me a Bimmer, I got a special demeanor She was mine when I seen her, Im gettin meaner and meaner Called the front desk and asked for a steamer Im a bitch bagger, not a Twitch streamer Im eatin pizza in Little Italy, damn, I used to hit Caesars She bout to finish, but wait a minute, it gets deeper Same kid just a bit sleeker Yeah, now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny Earn it just to burn it They say my killings horrendous, How he still in the business? Rich as hell and its feelin tremendous Ma dukes chillin in Venice, compliments of her eldest descendant Give hell with these writtens, this shit only propel my ascension I held my position in any situation thats needed This year Im shittin on niggas for the way we was treated I see the impact of all of my creations increasin My step in time with these Pantheons, it all was divine Im in this moment of my life where shit is fallin in line And lookin back, I swear to god, youd think it all was designed A true movie script, I cant really ever fuck no groupie bitch All she got is diamonds on her mind on some Uzi shit A whole generation of geniuses Im influencin I only hang with real niggas who Im congruent with I manifest nothin less than the best outcome Just watch my moves with this next album, nigga Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin from me My sentences are harsh, every singles bars like a verdict I say it with conviction, but this time youre not gonna serve it But as soon as I read it, you know that youre about to get murdered When I cap, itll punish, then put you in a box like a juror If theres a rapper I havent ate We aint battled, either that or they wont collaborate Cause pad or paper freestyle will settle that debate I call it guillotine style cause even off the head, I decapitate Yeah, bitch, I go harder than Carter III But I think your thottie just thought of me She got a body and bottom like Cardi B And she be stalking me like I was broccoli Im getting brain now like a lobotomy You probably thinkin you had that shit in the bag like its colostomy Its a red alert, you better skrrt or try to get on my level first Bitch, Id have to shovel dirt and dig a hole to get on yours You bum-bum , look at your broke ass Its why youre a bum-bum cause your shit is so ass Syllable gun-guns , spits and goes Hadoo Only L that I ever took was when I lost Proof Only time that I ever got served is that lawsuit when Ma sued But, bitch, get out of pocket and I might accost you Homicides up the wazoo Chain gaudy, probably got more bodi-odi-odies than John do Just called Snoop and I talked to him , we all cool Dre, me and the Dogg good, Doc, we got you Got a castle with a solid gold floor No I dont, I dont even got a boat nor Do I got a chauffeur, but a lot to show for You dont wanna fuck around and start no war Twenty more years, I could probably go for Just like your lip and you got a cold sore My shit is like motherfuckin herpes You aint ever gonna say I dont got it no more Literally its no quittin me, you kiddin me? Dying laughing is the only way youre killing me Im getting rid of ya, get clapped like chlamydia The wittiest, bitch, Ill snap like a tibia You wanna get silly with the bars? Im frivolous But Im as gritty and litty as my city is East side til I die, bitch, I will rep til the end like a chameleon Got a killer instinct with the pens ink and theyre in sync like a faucet How the fuck do I even think of this ridiculous shit? Im a quarter of a century deep, but I cant be beat Til the day me and the grim reap meet, Im ten toes down til Im six feet deep Windows down in the Benz E jeep hollerin at a bimbo, beep-beep-beep She said she fucks with the M-T-B to the M-B: Side B Slim CD I can see why you envy me, you get no ass like an empty seat So this shit comes with a warning for all of you punks and you corny Little fucks, I woke up on my fuck shit this morning Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin from me Yeah, Im a Yeah, Im a what? Im a cold-blooded 101Embed

No Regrets Lyrics Yeah You know, if I had a chance to do it all over again  I wouldnt change shit D.A. got that dope Im screamin out no regrets You been through the hardest spot, ego the largest, I made you a star I been movin slowly, tryna play it low, the Vette look like a storm Put you through dumb shit, got you thinkin I run shit Ive been feeling so alone, just like Im so lost, just like Im— Yeah, they miss the old me I think they want me to OD on codeine They want my life in turmoil like in 03 They want front row seats, I give em nosebleeds They want me imploding, exploding, self-loathing, eroding Im screaming at em with no regrets and Im hulking Im rippin out of my clothing I had to go see the doc like Kool Moe Dee Never took much to convince Dre Never been swayed by color or skin shades Since day one, Hellraiser with twin blades of a sensei Givin up, no comprende Tin brain, prolly fucked in the membrane Slim Sha— minds in the gutter, but insane Pen game like I just struck in the tenth frame Yeah, I live on the edge, I sit on the ledge To shit on your heads, I been on the bench Forgive and forget is the only thing Id ever live to regret Hell-bent on revenge, you left me for dead I crawled out my grave, you better be ready and set My enemies aint put an end to me yet You been through the hardest spot, ego the largest, I made you a star I been movin slowly, tryna play it low, the Vette look like a storm Put you through dumb shit, got you thinkin I run shit Ive been feeling so alone, just like Im so lost All the hate, cant tell exactly where it stems from But its happening again, huh? Yall used to be in my corner Now you just backed me in one Innocent bystanders, Im bound to hit some For some adversaries, I carry big guns So some targetsll get the kill shot Some, I just barely nicked em I can make a mistake and erupt and end up takin a dump For sayin some dumb shit, thinkin I run shit Misplacin my anger enough to give Earl and Tyler, The Creator the brunt Shoulda never made a response, shoulda just aimed for the fake ones Them traitorous punks, cause snakes are just cunts They can get fucked with eight hundred motherfuckin vibrators at once And for any of those who may have come close to about dyin And cant listen to Arose without cryin For those who feel low like youre bout spiralin But this is only for those that Im inspirin Weapon never unholstered without firin My will Im imposin, foes are gonna feel like theyre in the throes of a mountain lion They talk about my daughters hopin I fly off of the handle Cause my first thought is to trample and write a thousand bars But sometimes its like dropping an anvil on a house of cards Or Godzilla squashin a crouton with combat boots on Or droppin a goddamn nuke bomb on top of an anthill Cant do it, nah You been through the hardest spot, ego the largest, I made you a star I been movin slowly, tryna play it low, the Vette look like a storm Put you through dumb shit, got you thinkin I run shit Ive been feeling so alone, just like Im so lost, just like Im—96Embed

Castle Lyrics I built this castle Now we are trapped on the throne Im sorry we’re alone I wrote my chapter Youll turn the page when Im gone I hope you’ll sing along This is your song I just want you to know that I aint scared Whatever it takes to raise you, Im prepared To do whatever, to do whatever Uhh, December 1st, 1995, dear Hailie This is your song Youll be coming out of Mommys stomach soon I better do something quick if Ima be able to support you I can barely support me, but as long as youre healthy Thats all that matters for the time being But obviously assuming you will be Just thinking ahead, I’ma make it if it kills me Let’s see how far I can take it with this music Im getting sick of chasing this illusion Sorry for sloppy writing The pen in my hand is shaking, please excuse me Dad’s a little nervous, but at the same time excited If I use this same energy while Im saying rhymes and write them With the same passion and the same exact enthusiasm As Im using in this letter, maybe they can fuel me as Im Trying to build these castles out of sand, baby girl For you to sit on the throne, I got plans, baby girl Welcome to Mom and Dad’s crazy world Love, Daddy, maple-flavored kisses, buttered pancakes, and syrup I built this castle Now we are trapped on the throne Im sorry were alone I wrote my chapter Youll turn the page when Im gone I hope youll sing along This is your song I just want you to know that I aint scared Whatever it takes to raise you, Im prepared To do whatever, to do whatever Ahem, alright, lets see December 1st, 1996, dear Hailie You got your mommas personality, same eyes as I got Her beautiful smile, but your ears are the same size as mine are Sorry for that, a little minor mishap But youll grow into em, baby, Im on the grind now Im doing little shows, open mics, all-nighters at studios While Im tryna keep the lights on Why does it seem like Im so close to this dream, yet so far? I just keep steering, Ima turn into someone I havent the slightest clue what Ima do if it falls through You took your first steps today, youll probably walk soon My Infinite CD flopped, too many soft tunes Theyre talking bad about Dad, its ticking me off too Makes me feel like I dont belong or something, ooh I think I might have just stumbled onto something new Got a prediction for the future, Im hoping that you Open this envelope when youre older and it holds true I built this castle Now we are trapped on the throne Im sorry were alone I wrote my chapter Youll turn the page when Im gone I hope youll sing along This is your song I just want you to know that I aint scared Whatever it takes to raise you, Im prepared To do whatever, to do whatever December 24th, 2007, dear Hailie Now if you found these letters, I guess I better try to explain A lots happened in between them since I rised to this fame Ive said your name but always tried to hide your face This game is crazy, I wanted to claim my love for you, but dang I never knew itd be like this, if I did I wouldnt have done it You aint asked for none of this shit, now youre being punished?! Things that shouldve been private with me and your mother is public I cant stomach, they can take this fame back, I dont want it Ill put out this last album then Im done with it One-hundred percent finished Fed up with it, Im hanging it up, fuck it! Excuse the cursing, baby, but just know That Im a good person, though they portray me as cold And if things should worsen, dont take this letter I wrote As a goodbye note, but your dads at the end of his rope Im sliding down a slippery slope Anyways sweetie, I better go Im getting sleepy, love, Dad–shit, I dont know 143Embed

My Dad’s Gone Crazy LyricsTelevision static Eminem begins to snort cocaine Hello, boys and girls! Today were gonna talk about father and daughter relationships. Do you have a daddy? Ill bet you do! Hailie opens the door Eminem snorts cocaine Whos your daddy? Daddy, what are you doing? Ha-ha! Okay then! Everybody, listen up! Im goin to hell! Whos comin with me? Somebody, please help him! I think my dads gone crazy! Theres no mountain I cant climb Theres no tower too high, no plane that I cant learn how to fly What do I gotta do to get through to you To show you there aint nothin I cant take this chainsaw to? Fuckin brains, brawn and brass balls I cut em off and got em pickled and bronzed in a glass jar Inside of a hall, with my framed autographed sunglasses With Elton Johns name on my drag wall Im out the closet, Ive been lyin my ass off All this time, me and Dre been fuckin with hats off So tell Laura and her husband to back off Fore I push this motherfuckin button and blast off And launch one of these Russians, and thats all Blow every fuckin thing except Afghanistan on the map off When will it stop? When will I knock the crap off? Hailie, tell em, baby! Theres really nothin else to say, I, I cant explain it I think my dads gone crazy! A little help from Hailie Jade, wont you tell em, maybe? I think my dads gone crazy! Theres nothin you could do or say that could ever change me I think my dads gone crazy! Theres no one on Earth that can save me, not even Hailie I think my dads gone crazy! Its like my mother always told me: Rana rana rana rana rana rana rana rana rana and codeine and Goddamn it, you little motherfucker If you aint got nothin nice to say, then dont say nothin! Uh… Fuck that shit, bitch! Eat a motherfuckin dick, chew on a prick And lick a million motherfuckin cocks per second Id rather put out a motherfuckin gospel record Id rather be a pussy-whipped bitch Eat pussy and have pussy lips glued to my face With a clit ring in my nose, than quit bringin my flows Quit givin me my ammo; cant you see why Im so mean? If yall leave me alone this wouldnt be my M.O. I wouldnt have to go eenee-meenee-meini-mo Catch a homo by his toe, man, I dont know no more Am I the only fuckin one whos normal anymore? Theres really nothin else to say, I, I cant explain it I think my dads gone crazy! A little help from Hailie Jade, wont you tell em, maybe? I think my dads gone crazy! Theres nothin you could do or say that could ever change me I think my dads gone crazy! Theres no one on Earth that can save me, not even Hailie I think my dads gone crazy! My songs can make you cry, take you by surprise At the same time, can make you dry your eyes With the same rhyme, see, what youre seein Is a genius at work, which to me isnt work So its easy to misinterpret it at first, ‘cause when I speak Its tongue-in-cheek, Id yank my fuckin teeth Before Id ever bite my tongue, Id slice my gums Get struck by fuckin lightning twice at once And die and come back as Vanilla Ices son And walk around the rest of my life spit on And kicked and hit with shit every time I sung Like R. Kelly as soon as Bump and Grind comes on More pain inside of my brain, than the eyes of a little girl Inside of a plane aimed at the World Trade Standin on Ronnies grave, screamin at the sky Til clouds gather; its Clyde Mathers and Bonnie Jade And thats pretty much the gist of it Parents are pissed, but the kids love it 9 millimeter heaters stashed in two-seaters with meat cleavers I dont blame you, I wouldnt let Hailie listen to me neither Theres really nothin else to say, I, I cant explain it I think my dads gone crazy! A little help from Hailie Jade, wont you tell em, maybe? I think my dads gone crazy! Theres nothin you could do or say that could ever change me I think my dads gone crazy! Theres no one on Earth that can save me, not even Hailie I think my dads gone crazy! Crazy Ha-ha-ha-ha ha-ha-ha-ha Youre funny, Daddy!75Embed

Insane Lyrics I was born with a dick in my brain, yeah, fucked in the head My stepfather said that I sucked in the bed Til one night he snuck in and said Were going out back, I want my dick sucked in the shed Cant we just play with Teddy Ruxpin instead? After I fuck you in the butt, get some head Bust a nut, get some rest, the next day my mother said I dont know what the fucks up with this kid! The bastard wont even eat nothing hes fed He just hung himself in the bedroom, hes dead! Debbie, dont let that fucker get you upset Go in there, stick a fuckin cigarette to his neck Ill bet you hes fakin it, Ill bet you, I bet He probably just wants to see how upset you would get Ill go handle this, of course, unless you object? Aw, go fuck his brains out if anys left in his head! If you could count the skeletons in my closet Under my bed and up under my faucet Then you would know Ive completely lost it Is he nuts? No, hes insane! If you could count the skeletons in my closet Under my bed and up under my faucet Then you would know Ive completely lost it Is he nuts? No, hes insane! Did you get him? Nah, fucker tried to bite my face off I just got fuckin chased off with a chainsaw Then he took the chainsaw, bit the fuckin blades off Ate the blades, stuck a baseball in a slingshot Then he aimed at his own face, let the thing pop Took his eye out, picked it up and played ping pong Then he played ping pong with his own ding-dong That motherfuckers got nuts like King Kong Then he set the lawnmower out on the dang lawn And he laid all up underneath it with the thing on Then he took his pants, he took every fuckin thing off Everything except his tank top and his training bra Aint he raw? Yeah, maniac, thats Shady, dawg Man that motherfuckers gangsta, aint he dawg? Shady, dawg, what be goin through that fuckin brain of yours? Say no more, what the fuck you waitin for? Sing along! If you could count the skeletons in my closet Under my bed and up under my faucet Then you would know Ive completely lost it Is he nuts? No, hes insane! If you could count the skeletons in my closet Under my bed and up under my faucet Then you would know Ive completely lost it Is he nuts? No, hes insane! Dont you know what felch means? Well then, tell me Would you rather get felched or do the felching? Fuck em in the ass, suck the cum out while youre belching Burp, belch, and go back for a second helping Can you dig what Im saying, man? Can you smell me? I want you to feel me like my stepfather felt me Fuck a little puppy, kick the puppy while hes yelping Shady, what the fuck you saying? — I dont know, help me! What the fucks happening? I think Im fuckin melting! Marshall, I just love you, boy, I care about your well-being No, Dad, I said no! — I dont need no help peeing Im a big boy, I can do it by myself, see? I only get naked when the babysitter tells me She showed me a movie like Nightmare on Elm Street But it was X and they called it Pubic Hair on Chelsea Well, this is called Ass Rape and were shooting the jail scene! If you could count the skeletons in my closet Under my bed and up under my faucet Then you would know Ive completely lost it Is he nuts? No, hes insane If you could count the skeletons in my closet Under my bed and up under my faucet Then you would know Ive completely lost it Is he nuts? No, hes insane66Embed

Déjà Vu Lyrics DMC, we have a mid-thirties male found down, unresponsive Possible overdose, substance unknown Pulse is 60 and thready Respiration is eight Hes intubated and were bagging him now Uh, BP 90 over palp Patient is cool, pale, and diaphoretic Has aspirated, uh, GSC is 3 Will update en route, ETA: ten minutes As I fall deeper into a manic state Im a prime candidate for the gene To receive the drug addict trait Blood pressure climbs at a dramatic rate I seem to gravitate to the bottle of NyQuil then I salivate Start off with the NyQuil, like, I think Ill just have a taste Couple of sips of that then I gradually graduate To a harder prescription drug called Valium Like, yeah, thats great I go to just take one and I end up like having eight Now I need something in my stomach cause I havent ate Maybe Ill grab a plate of nachos and Ill have a steak And youd think that with all I have at stake Look at my daughters face Mommy, something is wrong with Dad I think Hes acting weird again, hes really beginning to scare me Wont shave his beard again and he pretends he doesnt hear me And all he does is eat Doritos and Cheetos And he just fell asleep in his car eating 3 Musketeers in the rear seat Sometimes I feel so alone, I just dont know Feels like I been down this road before So lonely and cold, its like something takes over me As soon as I go home and close the door Kinda feels like déjà vu I wanna get away from this place, I do But I cant and I wont, say I try, but I know thats a lie Cause I dont and why, I just dont know Maybe just a nice cold brew, whats a beer? Thats the devil in my ear, Ive been sober a fuckin year And that fucker still talks to me, hes all I can fucking hear Marshall, come on, well watch the game Its the Cowboys and Buccaneers And maybe if I just drink half Ill be half-buzzed for half of the time Whos the mastermind behind that little line? With that kind of rationale, man, I got half a mind To have another half a glass of wine Sounds asinine, yeah, I know But I never had no problem with alcohol Ouch, look out for the wall, aim for the couch, Im bout to fall I miss the couch and down I go, lookin like a bouncy ball Shit mustve knocked me out cause I aint feel the ground at all Wow, what the fuck happened last night? Where am I? Man, fuck, am I hungover, and goddamn, I got a headache Shit, half a Vicodin, why cant I? All systems ready for take off, please stand by Sometimes I feel so alone, I just dont know Feels like I been down this road before So lonely and cold, its like something takes over me As soon as I go home and close the door Kinda feels like déjà vu I wanna get away from this place, I do But I cant and I wont, say I try, but I know thats a lie Cause I dont and why, I just dont know So I take a Vicodin, splash, it hits my stomach, then Couple of weeks go by, it aint even like Im gettin high Now I need it just not to feel sick, yeah, Im gettin by Wouldnt even be taking this shit if DeShaun didnt die Oh yeah, theres an excuse; you lose Proof, so you use Theres new rules, its cool if its helpin you to get through Its twelve-noon, aint no harm in self-inducin a snooze What else is new? Fuck it, what would Elvis do in your shoes? Now here I am three months later, full-blown relapse Just get high until the kids get home from school, homes, relax And since Im convinced that Im an insomniac I need these pills to be able to sleep, so I take three naps Just to be able to function throughout the day, lets see Thats an Ambien each nap, how many Valium? Three? And that will average out to about one good hours sleep Okay, so now ya see the reason how come he Has taken four years to just put out an album, B See, me and you, we almost had the same outcome, Heath Cause that Christmas, you know the whole pneumonia thing? It was bologna, was it the methadone, ya think? Or the hydrocodone you hide inside your pornos? Your VCR tape cases, with your Ambien CR Great places to hide em, aint it? So you can lie to Hailie Im going beddy-bye, Whitney, baby; good night, Alaina! Go in the room and shut the bedroom door And wake up in an ambulance They said they found me on the bathroom floor, damn Sometimes I feel so alone, I just dont know Feels like I been down this road before So lonely and cold, its like something takes over me As soon as I go home and close the door Kinda feels like déjà vu I wanna get away from this place, I do But I cant and I wont, say I try, but I know thats a lie Cause I dont and why, I just dont know83Embed

Vegas Lyrics Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha Got a shit-eating grin Bitch, show me them itty-bitty titties again Were in Sin City, since when did we begin to get dignity? No diggity, bitch, you need to run and go get your figgity-friends Im lookin at your bum-stiggity-bum, hun The miggity macks biggity back, dont act wiggity-wack You can get the figgity-finger: the middle You little dizzy bitch, sit and spiggaty-spin Got a 6 oclock cravin, stop, get Cîroc Its bout to be an unbelievable night Ill call it surreal, Sir Mix-a-Lot tape in Hit the spot, spot my next victim Im picky like I missed a spot shavin Came to sip vodka, shit, yeah, that little chick is hot But if she got rabies I wouldnt give the bitch a shot Id poke her in the rear, but I bet if I lick her, shell try to chase me What are you: pit, rott, mixed? Oh, you just got fixed, well shit, then lets lip-lock If not, then trick, piss off, you snobby little pig snot nose You think youre hot shit cause youre in heat Well, bitch, if youre solar, then Im your polar opposite, dog Cause Im colder than popsicle sticks, poppin shit Talkin it, walkin it, spit boxin My sick thoughts are bout to lick shots, like the shits sobbin And drip-droppin in chocolatey whip-toppin So whether youre hip-hop, Slipknot, B.I.G., Pac Kid Rock, Kris Kross, Rick Ross Youll dig this; if not, then kick rocks in flip flops! And I produced the track So you dont have to ask who it is when this shit knocks So crank the volume til its bangin and Ima keep on sayin All the shit I should be hung for and probably killed for sayin And I probably will, but not until the day I pop a pill again Like Joplin til I drop, and still If that don’t do the job of killin Shady, then the karma will They sayin I must bring it as Mohammad Until the Parkinsons done ate away my brain And made me Robin Williams crazy Or I end up with dementia, but you rockin with a sadist Hate to say this, but if the thought is entertainin I aint stoppin til we explain it Oh my god, for real, man, not again, Im shakin But before I tie a rope around this nob If they dont like it, got a knob that they can slob on until its— Wait, I just forgot what I was thinkin… Whats it called again? Im blankin The thing above the balls between my legs And I think that I can feel it dangling, its throbbing and its veiny Wait, I think that I got it, okay Bitch, I got you, Bitch, dont hang in the lobby unless you came to slob me Come on, kemosabe, its past time like your favorite hobby Cause of the way that I spit she remains on my dick Then she grab me by the nuts And try to take my sausage as a hostage Aint it obvious? Pretty much a no-brainer Or should I say Cobainer? That shes plain addicted to my dick like Lorena Bobbitt Gotta wean her off it, weiner off it Like she took my fucking penis, chopped it And stuck it up between her armpit And she begun to swing a karambit knife and paint the carpet At least thats what her train of thought is Cause I came, saw, conquered it Hit it, quit it, and made her plain b-bonkers And I always end up giving these bitches a complex And I dont mean apartment So spread your feet apart And let me see you do some yoga stretches, splits Now grab this Cuisinart And make me breakfast, bitch, thats a prerequisite And thats just to get in this bedroom, bitch Walked up to that Ke$ha chick Said my name is Booger, wanna catch a flick? Ill even let you pick, make her fetch a stick Bet you if you give this old dog these new tricks To get familiar with I learned extra quick Kick a pregnant bitch, oops, I guess the shit Took an unexpected twist like the neck of the freaking exorcist Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-ch Bitch, I said that this mask aint for hockey Hate Versace, Versace, I got Münchhausen by proxy Im making you sick, dont pretend you cant hear me You deaf, girl, I said you was foxy Ill tell a bitch like Bizarre Bitch, shut the fuck up and get in my car! And suck my fucking dick while I take a shit And I think with my dick, so come blow my mind And it tastes like humble pie, so swallow my pride Youre lucky just to follow my ride If I let you run alongside the Humvee Unless youre Nicki, grab you by the wrist, lets ski So whats it gon be? Put that shit away, Iggy You gon blow that rape whistle or me? I love it, love it, love it Fore I get lost were gettin off Like this is our exit, now lets hit the highway And try not to get lost til we get to Las Vegas Vegas Til we get to Las Vegas Vegas Till we get to Las Vegas Vegas Til we get to Las Vegas Vegas Whatever happens here, stays here So lets go all the way dear Til we get to Las Vegas Whatever happens in my room, it stays in my room Like movie night like cable Treat every women in my stable like flavors Lick her like she kryptonite and I get weak after like seven days And seven nights in the Days Inn, its Hot Vegas We roll in circles and packs—we the Life Savers She got a boyfriend, I got a toy then Ill bring it with me when I show up to her crib wavin And I aint tryna meet a nice neighbor Im so Jay Electronic, Im cut like Im all out of razors And all I got is a gun left with a bayonet on it Neck so frozen it look like I walked in a jewelry store With about a million dollars with your mama And sat down and did an ALS challenge Haaaan! I stole that adlib from French Bad & Evil back at it again About to get my back tatted again About to get a pic of a backstabber with an axe in his hand Sittin on a bike in the sand If you aint been through nothin Then that shouldnt mean nothin to you like likes on the Gram If she current, I keep her pussy purrin like the pipes on a Lamb Weed got her so chinky-eyed Look like she been gettin high on a flight to Japan I keep my jewelry on while Im fuckin Sound like Im shakin up dice in a can Listen, though this aint Christmas I make you my ex miss if this is my passion I learn to give those who dont appreciate my presence The gift of my absence I dont know who you been listenin to Got me fucked up like Pookie in the chicken coop Bitch, I dont give a two shits To make a long story short, I dont really gotta stand there And listen to you while you throw a silly tantrum Even though I have an affinity for a witty banter Startin to feel like foulplay like Billy Laimbeer Hold up, she misunderstood me, I said say, por favor Thought I said the Wraith had four doors I knock a nigga face off Give him the bottom of the 9 like a baseball scoreboard I leave the club with my tab still open Wont even get a cab for you and yo friend The only fear I have is of loathin And I wont even kick in til we get to Las Vegas Vegas Til we get to Las Vegas Vegas Till we get to Las Vegas Vegas Til we get to Las Vegas Vegas Whatever happens here, stays here So lets go all the way dear Til we get to Las Vegas227Embed

Moment of Clarity Lyrics Woo! Geah, geah geah Uhh, turn the music up, turn the lights down, Im in my zone Thank God for granting me this moment of clarity This moment of honesty The worldll feel my truths All through my Hard Knock Lifetime, A Gift and a Curse I gave you Volume after Volume of my work So you can feel my truths I built the Dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out Way beyond a Reasonable Doubt Yall cant fill my shoes From my Blueprint beginning to that Black Album ending Listen close, youll hear what Im about Nigga, feel my truths Pop died, didnt cry, didnt know him that well Between him doing heroin and me doing crack sales With that in the eggshell, standing at the tabernacle Rather the church, pretending to be hurt wouldnt work So a smirk was all on my face Like, Damn, that mans face is just like my face So Pop, I forgive you for all the shit that I lived through It wasnt all your fault, homie, you got caught Into the same game I fought , that Uncle Ray lost My big brothers and so many others I saw Im just glad we got to see each other Talk and re-meet each other Save a place in Heaven til the next time we meet forever! Thank God for granting me this moment of clarity This moment of honesty The worldll feel my truths All through my Hard Knock Lifetime, A Gift and a Curse I gave you Volume after Volume of my work So you can feel my truths I built the Dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out Way beyond a Reasonable Doubt Yall cant fill my shoes From my Blueprint beginning to that Black Album ending Listen close, youll hear what Im about Nigga, feel my truths Music business hate me ‘cause the industry aint make me Hustlers and boosters embrace me and the music I be making I dumb down for my audience and double my dollars They criticize me for it, yet they all yell holla If skills sold, truth be told, Id probably be lyrically Talib Kweli Truthfully I wanna rhyme like Common Sense But I did 5 mill – I aint been rhyming like Common since When your cents got that much in common And you been hustling since your inception Fuck perception! Go with what makes sense Since I know what Im up against We as rappers must decide whats most important And I cant help the poor if Im one of them So I got rich and gave back, to me thats the win-win So next time you see the homie and his rims spin Just know my mind is working just like them Thank God for granting me this moment of clarity This moment of honesty The worldll feel my truths All through my Hard Knock Lifetime, A Gift and a Curse I gave you Volume after Volume of my work So you can feel my truths I built the Dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out Way beyond a Reasonable Doubt Yall cant fill my shoes From my Blueprint beginning to that Black Album ending Listen close, youll hear what Im about Nigga, feel my truths My homie Sig was on a tier where no tears should fall ‘Cause he was on the block where no squares get off See, in my inner circle, all we do is ball Til we all got triangles on our wall Aint just rapping for the platinum, yall record I recall, ‘cause I really been there before Four scores and seven years ago, prepared the flow Prepared for war, I should fear no man You dont hear me though, these words aint just paired to go In one ear, out the other ear, no! Yo, my balls and my word is alls I have What you gonna do to me, nigga? Scarsll scab What, you gonna box me, homie? I can dodge a jab Three shots couldnt touch me, thank God for that Im strong enough to carry Biggie Smalls on my back And the whole BK, nigga, holla back! Thank God for granting me this moment of clarity This moment of honesty The worldll feel my truths All through my Hard Knock Lifetime, A Gift and a Curse I gave you Volume after Volume of my work So you can feel my truths I built the Dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out Way beyond a Reasonable Doubt Yall cant fill my shoes From my Blueprint beginning to that Black Album ending Listen close, youll hear what Im about Nigga, feel my truths37Embed

Psychopath Killer Lyrics I guess you can consider it poetry But with me it started out with just words, just words, words They started looking like puzzle pieces So I started connecting them to each other Til they started to resemble blank canvases By this time I was an artist So I just started to see these pictures These real visuals Im a psychopath, Im a killer Im a psychopath, Im a killer, killer, killer, killer, killer A psychopath, Im a killer, killer, killer, killer, killer A psychopath, Im a killer, killer, killer, killer, killer A psychopath, Im a killer Feelin it in the air, breathe it in the night Staring at the full moon Did you ever think you would come to find? Maybe in my dreams Im a psychopath, Im never keepin it plain Lyrical murder is somethin Ive been about Ever since I was a little kid, doodlin in class Drew a picture of my teacher, bullet in his head, ruler in his ass With a toilet in front of him, throwin up, pissed off Prolly symbolic of this thought, sick taught Til my inner enemy interrupts Im havin nightmares of leavin behind my dreams With anything less than a full bank Its like Im General Hong, and Im standin in front of a gun Im puttin myself in the way of a bullet to pull rank The hood is over my eyes but the wool aint Yeah, got the mentality of bein with a wizard Every award show, we dont even get considered How do you sell somethin thats so lyrical To a kid who wouldnt know what was hittin if it hit him? Now I wanna talk about these niggas from Detroit Before me and Shady, who was thinkin bout Detroit? We put the world onto it so watch how you say fuck me You just might jinx yourself, whoops, your girl gon do it Cause I was in that 911 in Chicago, 911 at the same time I had already been grindin since 97, thats longevity And if you think youre lyrically better, you better be a killer Oh yeah You aint ever seen a motherfucker get realer Pull an automatic on anybody sporadic I choose Cause aint nobody iller, no one, nobody for realer This elite drinker is the ringleader Im a deep thinker, Im a street preacher With a street sweeper full of heat seekers In your Jeep speakers Ima keep ringers I dont need heaters, I got the meat cleaver Welcome to the slaughterhouse Niggas try to tell me I spell too much Capital S to the laugh to the T-E-R Ho, U-S-E, now go to hell you fucks, word Making work disappear quick as magic Abracadabra, the trafficker blacker than Africa Can you imagine a nigga flipping bread for the blood? Money like Dracula has him a spatula, ask me a question Am I the best with the flexing? Fuck yes with the goon talk I just moonwalk all over the beat then Im lightin up the street CROOKED going Michael Jackson on Thriller Oh yeah You aint ever seen a motherfucker get realer Pull an automatic on anybody sporadic I choose Cause aint nobody iller, no one, nobody for realer Feelin it in the air, breathe it in the night Staring at the full moon Did you ever think you would come to find? Maybe in my dreams The thought of retiring is makin me want To set your daughter on fire with a soldering iron and What up ma, Im applyin for the rim job, are you hirin? Im hopin to fill up your openin Oh but I know I gotta meet a lot of requirements First I gotta accept youre in a lobby in Ireland And youve probably already been with all the Slaughter and I am In no mood to be playin second fiddle, slob on this violin With no strings attached Im just the product of a hostile environment But bein brought up so wrought up inspired But I dont know why, its still like Im caught up inside a whirlpool Not an appliance, but applyin this science, I psychotically rhyme And its like stars have aligned all in alliance Heart of a lion, balls of Goliath Obscene talk intertwined like a beanstalk and a vine But I keep walkin the line between the wrong and the right But everything I write seems wrong and its like Im ecstatic at all the static that I can still cause In the fabric of our modern society Now Catholics are panicking cause I snapped back To my old antics and shenanigans, dammit, the Popes mad again Probably shouldntve ran up in the Vatican with that mannequin Singin Bagpipes from Baghdad again In my dads drag, draggin a faggot in a GLAAD bag Wont be the last time I make a dramatic entrance like that again You thought I was lyin when I said I think that Im crossin the line again Ive lost my mind, caution oh God I think I just thought of another fucking line Forgive me father, for I have sinned But hip-hop has left me brainwashed with a violent...streak Defiant, now the odds of me tryin to fuckin be quiet Probably gotta be bout as high as the Jolly Green Giant After hes fallen in pollen next to a killer beehive colony tryin to sneak by it While his feet stomp, follow me while I revive rap Ima start up a rioting, try to stop it or silence it Youre not gonna, might as well just hit the block in your joggin attire in Boston, across the marathon finish line than to Put your thoughts against mine Cause the arsenal I havell scar you for life, worse than Dzhokhar Tsarnaev with bombs, pliers and barbed wire Your bars are like Barney Fife with a fucking Swiss army knife A saberless Darth Vader with arthritis in a bar fight With the Dark Knight on a dark night with his arms tied up Im Dahmer-like when Im on the mic, Im not gonna lie Perform like Im gonna die at the end of a song so its hard for the rhyme to end Like fuck em all Im just ridin Like I’m locked up inside of a shot up Bonnie and Clyde car Uncle Ronnie was driving, bout to burst through the side door Of Arkham Asylum and park in the dining room Oh yeah You aint ever seen a motherfucker get realer Pull an automatic on anybody sporadic I choose Cause aint nobody iller, no one, nobody for realer 139Embed

2017 BET Hip Hop Awards - Cypher 5 Lyrics Its the calm before the storm right here Wait, how was I gonna start this off? I forgot… oh yeah Thats an awfully hot coffee pot Should I drop it on Donald Trump? Probably not But thats all I got til I come up with a solid plot Got a plan and now I gotta hatch it Like a damn Apache with a tomahawk Ima walk inside a mosque on Ramadan And say a prayer that every time talks She gets her mou— ahh, Ima stop But we better give Obama props Cause what we got in office nows a kamikaze Thatll probably cause a nuclear holocaust And while the drama pops And he waits for shit to quiet down, hell just gas his plane up And fly around til the bombing stops Intensities heightened, tensions are risin Trump, when it comes to givin a shit, youre stingy as I am Except when it comes to havin the balls to go against me, you hide em Cause you dont got the fuckin nuts like an empty asylum Racisms the only thing hes fantastic for Cause thats how he gets his fuckin rocks off and hes orange Yeah, sick tan Thats why he wants us to disband Cause he cannot withstand The fact were not afraid of Trump Fuck walkin on egg shells, I came to stomp Thats why he keeps screamin, Drain the swamp! Cause hes in quicksand Its like we take a step forwards, then backwards But this is his form of distraction Plus, he gets an enormous reaction When he attacks the NFL so we focus on that in– –stead of talkin Puerto Rico or gun reform for Nevada All these horrible tragedies and hes bored and would rather Cause a Twitter storm with the Packers Then says he wants to lower our taxes Then whos gonna pay for his extravagant trips Back and forth with his fam to his golf resorts and his mansions? Same shit that he tormented Hillary for and he slandered Then does it more From his endorsement of Bannon Support for the Klansmen Tiki torches in hand for the soldier thats black And comes home from Iraq And is still told to go back to Africa Fork and a dagger in this racist 94-year-old grandpa Who keeps ignorin our past historical, deplorable factors Now if youre a black athlete youre a spoiled little brat for Tryna use your platform or your stature To try to give those a voice who dont have one He says, Youre spittin in the face of vets who fought for us, you bastards! Unless youre a POW whos tortured and battered Cause to him youre zeros Cause he dont like his war heroes captured Thats not disrespectin the military Fuck that, this is for Colin, ball up a fist! And keep that shit balled like Donald the bitch! Hes gonna get rid of all immigrants! Hes gonna build that thing up taller than this! Well, if he does build it, I hope its rock solid with bricks Cause like him in politics, Im usin all of his tricks Cause Im throwin that piece of shit against the wall til it sticks And any fan of mine whos a supporter of his Im drawing in the sand a line, youre either for or against And if you cant decide who you like more and youre split On who you should stand beside, Ill do it for you with this: Fuck you! The rest of America, stand up! We love our military, and we love our country But we fuckin hate Trump!117Embed

Like Home Lyrics Yeah, shout to everybody Whos been on this trip with me You dont have to, agree But if you feel like me Someone get this Aryan a sheet Time to bury him, so tell him to prepare to get impeached Everybody on your feet This is where terrorism and heroism meet, square off in the street This chump barely even sleeps All he does is watch Fox News like a parrot and repeats While he looks like a canary with a beak Why you think he banned transgenders from the military with a tweet? Hes tryin to divide us This shits like a cult, but like Johnny hell only unite us Cause nothin inside us drives us like this fight does Similar to when two cars collide cause Our spirits crushed and this spots a tight one But here the jaws of life come To pull us from the wreckage, thats what we get pride from When we can’t from our stars and stripes cause This type of pickle that were in is hard to deal But theres always tomorrow still If we start from scratch like a scab, get the scars to heal And band together for Charlottesville And for Heather, fallen heroes, fill this wall with murals Nevada get up, hit the damn resetter Lets start from zero, this is our renewal Spray tan, get rid of, get a brand new, better America, and heres to where it all— And heres to where we all began, all began Heres to the land that made me And made me who I am, who I am Heres to the land that raised me This one for the only place that really knows me For the cracks in the road that drove me Theres no place like home Didnt wanna piss your base off, did ya? Cant denounce the Klan, cause they play golf with ya You stay on Twitter, way to get your hate off Nazi, I do not see a way yall differ And all you got are race cards, bigot The swastika with your name carved in it Should be your trademark, cause hates all you played off And you just lick the plate off So I guess it pays to feed off of chaos So basically, you ate off Hitler! But you aint ruinin our country, punk Or takin our pride from us, you wont define us Cause like a dictionary, things are lookin up So much, got a sprained neck, know we would rise up Against this train wreck and take a stand Even if it means sittin when they raise the flag To sing The Star-Spangled Banner This man just praised a statue of General Lee Cause he generally hates the black people, degrades hispanics Take it back to the Shady national convention Wish I woulda spit on it before I went to shake his hand At the event or maybe had the wherewithal To know that he was gonna try to tear apart Our sacred land we cherish and stand for So, hands in the air, lets hear it for The start of a brand new America Without him and be proud of where were from And heres to where we all— And heres to where we all began, all began Heres to the land that made me And made me who I am, who I am Heres to the land that raised me This one for the only place that really knows me For the cracks in the road that drove me Theres no place like home I wont give up I wont give up on my home, that so many died for You already know that I wont give up I wont give up on my home, that so many died for You already know Theres no place like home, no place like home Wherever I go, no place like home No place like home, no place like home Wherever I go And heres to where we all began, all began Heres to the land that made me And made me who I am, who I am Heres to the land that raised me This one for the only place that really knows me For the cracks in the road that drove me Theres no place like home78Embed

Still Don’t Give a Fuck Lyrics A lot of people ask me, am I afraid of death? Hell yeah, Im afraid of death I dont want to die yet A lot of people think that I worship the Devil That I do all types of retarded shit Look, I cant change the way I think And I cant change the way I am But if I offended you, good Cause I still dont give a fuck Im zonin off of one joint, stoppin the limo Hopped in the window, shoppin a demo at gunpoint A lyricist without a clue, what year is this? Fuck a needle, heres a sword, body pierce with this Livin amuck, never givin a fuck Give me the keys, Im drunk, and Ive never driven a truck But I smoke dope in the cab Ill stab you with the sharpest knife I can grab Come back the next week and re-open your scab A killer instinct runs in the blood Emptyin full clips and buryin guns in the mud Ive calmed down now, I was heavy once into drugs I could walk around straight for two months with a buzz My brains gone, my souls worn, my spirit is torn The rest of my bodys still bein operated on Im ducked the fuck down while Im writin this rhyme Cause Im probably gonna get struck with lightnin this time For all the weed that Ive smoked, yo, this blunts for you To all the people Ive offended, yeah, fuck you too To all the friends I used to have, I miss my past But the rest of you assholes can kiss my ass For all the drugs that Ive done, yo, Im still gon do To all the people Ive offended, yeah, fuck you too For every time I reminisce, yo, I miss my past But I still dont give a fuck, yall can kiss my ass I walked into a gunfight with a knife to kill you And cut you so fast, when your blood spilled, it was still blue Ill hang you til you dangle, and chain you with both ankles And pull you apart from both angles I wanna crush your skull til your brains leak out of your veins And bust open like broken water mains So tell Saddam not to bother with makin another bomb Cause Im crushin the whole world in my palm Got your girl on my arm, and Im armed with a firearm So big my entire arm is a giant firebomb Buy your mom a shirt with a Slim Shady iron-on And the pants to match I get imaginative with a mouth full of adjectives A brain full of adverbs, and a box full of laxatives Causing hospital accidents God help me, before I commit some irresponsible acts again For all the weed that Ive smoked, yo, this blunts for you To all the people Ive offended, yeah, fuck you too For all the friends I used to have, I miss my past But the rest of you assholes can kiss my ass For all the drugs that Ive done, yo, Im still gon do To all the people Ive offended, yeah, fuck you too For every time I reminisce, yo, I miss my past But I still dont give a fuck, yall can kiss my ass I wanted an album so rugged nobody could touch it Spent a million a track and went over my budget Now, how in the fuck am I supposed to get out of debt? I cant rap anymore, I just murdered the alphabet Drug sickness got me doin some bugged twitches Im withdrawin from crack so bad my blood itches I dont rap to get the women, fuck bitches Give me a fat slut that cooks and does dishes Never ran with a clique, Im a posse Kamikaze, strappin a motherfuckin bomb across me From the second I was born, my momma lost me Im a cross between Manson, Esham and Ozzy I dont know why the fuck Im here in the first place My worst day on this Earth was my first birthday Retarded? What did that nurse say? Brain damage? Fuck, I was born durin an earthquake For all the weed that Ive smoked, yo, this blunts for you To all the people Ive offended, yeah, fuck you too To all the friends I used to have, yo, I miss my past But the rest of you assholes can kiss my ass For all the drugs that Ive done, yo, Im still gon do To all the people Ive offended, yeah, fuck you too For every time I reminisce, I miss my past But I still dont give a fuck, yall can kiss my ass71Embed

Purple Pills Lyrics Uh Yo, yo, yo, yo I take a couple uppers I down a couple downers But nothin compares To these blue and yellow purple pills I been to mushroom mountain Once or twice, but whos countin? But nothin compares To these blue and yellow purple pills Cool, calm, just like my mom With a couple of Valium inside her palm Its Mr. Mischief with a trick up his sleeve To roll up on you like Christopher Reeves I cant describe the vibe I get When I drive by six people and five I hit Aw shit, I started a mosh pit Squashed a bitch and stomped her foster kids These shrooms make me hallucinate Then I sweat til I start losin weight Til I see dumb shit start happenin Dumber than Vanilla Ice tryin to rap again So bounce, bounce! Come on, bounce! Gunshots I said come on, bounce! Everybody in the house with a half an ounce Not weed, I meant coke; dumb-ass, sit down! We dont bullshit, better ask around D12 throws the bombest bash in town Bizarre, your mom is passin out Get her ass on the couch fore she crashes out Fuck that, someone help Denaun Hes upstairs naked with a weapon drawn Hey Von, you see me steppin on these leprechauns? It gotta be acid cause the X is gone Yeah, I took em all, dawg, with some Parmesan And I think my arm is gone — No, its probably numb Young, dumb, and full of cum And I think he bout to swallow his tongue Scary-ass, it was a false alarm You think Im bout to die when I just got on? Well, stop actin stupid; you so high That you might wake up with a guy on some new shit Yeah, I think I did too much This substance equals cuffs Red pills, blue pills, and green Big pills — — Mescaline I take a couple uppers I down a couple downers But nothin compares To these blue and yellow purple pills I been to mushroom mountain Once or twice, but whos countin? But nothin compares To these blue and yellow purple pills Dirty Dozen, eighty of us Shady brothers, ladies love us Thats why our baby mothers Love us but they hate each other They probably wanna take each other Out and date each other Some, some, some Somethin... I dont know Pop pills, pills I pop Pop two pills, on stilts I walk Snort two lines that were filled with chalk Thought I was incredible and killed the Hulk I wanna roll away like a rollerblade Until my eyes roll back in my skull for days And when Im old and gray look for dope to smoke? No? Okey-doke, Im packin my nose with coke Am I supposed to choke? Had an accident when the Trojan broke Ah, poor baby, born by a whore lady Now I gotta strangle an {infant} I pop four Es at one time And I dont need water when Im swallowin mine Does Bizarre smoke crack? We cant get jobs, cause our arms show tracks Why the hell you niggas think I rap? We do it just to get your company hijacked If you like smack, then I might too I just wanna get high like you And I dont give a damn if they white or blue Speed, shrooms, down the Valiums Even smoke weed out of vacuums I just copped some and Im goin back soon I take a couple uppers I down a couple downers But nothin compares To these blue and yellow purple pills I been to mushroom mountain Once or twice, but whos countin? But nothin compares To these blue and yellow purple pills Im at a rave, lookin like a slave High off chronic Gin and tonic demonic Body smell like vomit Pussy poppin, acid droppin Dope-heady guy Heroin mescaline Pencil leads, wanna try? Blue pills, golden seals Got Bizarre actin ill Drugs kill Bitch, Im for real! Shut yo mouth, you dirty slut You know you want it in your butt Ill put it in your cunt Let Bizarre nut! I take a couple uppers I down a couple downers But nothin compares To these blue and yellow purple pills I been to mushroom mountain Once or twice, but whos countin? But nothin compares To these blue and yellow purple pills Dirty Dozen, eighty of us Shady brothers, ladies love us Thats why our baby mothers Love us but they hate each other They probably wanna take each other Out and date each other Some, some, some Somethin... I dont know57Embed

3 a.m. Lyrics There is no escaping Theres no place to hide You scream, Someone save me! But they dont pay no mind Goodnight, goodbye! Youre walkin down a horror corridor Its almost four in the mornin and youre in a Nightmare, its horrible, right theres the coroner Waiting for ya to turn the corner so he can corner ya Youre a goner, hes onto ya Out the corner of his cornea, he just saw ya run All you want is to rest cause you cant run anymore, youre done All he wants is to kill you in front of an audience While everybody is watching in the party, applauding it Here I sit, while Im caught up in deep thought again Contemplating my next plot again Swallowin a Klonopin while Im noddin in and out on the ottoman At the Ramada Inn, holding onto the pill bottle, then Lick my finger and swirl it round the bottom And make sure I got all of it Wake up naked at McDonalds with Blood all over me, dead bodies behind the counter, shit Guess I mustve just blacked out again—not again! Its 3 a.m. in the mornin Put my key in the door and Bodies layin all over the floor and I dont remember how they got there But I guess I mustve killed em, killed em I said, its 3 a.m. in the mornin Put my key in the door and Bodies layin all over the floor and I dont remember how they got there But I guess I mustve killed em, killed em Sitting nude in my living room, its almost noon I wonder whats on the tube, maybe theyll show some boobs Surfing every channel until I find Hannah Montana then I reach for the aloe and lanolin, bust all over the wall panellin Dismantlin every candle on top of the fireplace mantel and Grab my flannel and my bandana, then Kiss the naked mannequin man again You can see him standin in my front window if you look in Im just a hooligan whos used to using hallucinogens Causin illusions again, brain contusions again Cutting and bruising the skin, razors, scissors, and pins Jesus, when does it end? Phases that I go through Dazed and Im so confused Days that I dont know who gave these molecules to Me, what am I gon do? Hey, the prodigal son, the diabolical one Very methodical when I slaughter them Its 3 a.m. in the mornin Put my key in the door and Bodies layin all over the floor and I dont remember how they got there But I guess I mustve killed em, killed em I said, its 3 a.m. in the mornin Put my key in the door and Bodies layin all over the floor and I dont remember how they got there But I guess I mustve killed em, killed em She puts the lotion in the bucket It puts the lotion on the skin Or else it gets the hose again She puts the lotion in the bucket It puts the lotion on the skin Or else it gets the hose again I cut and I slash, slice and gash, last night was a blast I cant quite remember when I had that Much fun off a half-pint of the Jack, my last Vic and-a-half A flashlight up Kim Kardashians ass I remember the first time I dismembered a family member December, I think it was, I was having drinks with my cousin I wrapped him in Christmas lights Pushed him into the stinkin tub, cut him up into pieces And just when I went to drink his blood I thought, I oughta drink his bathwater, that oughta be fun Thats when my days of serial murder manslaughter begun The sight of blood excites me, that might be an artery, son Your blood-curdling screams just dont seem to bother me none Its 3 a.m. and here I come, so you should probably run A secret passageway around here, man, theres got to be one Oh no, theres probably none He can scream all that he wants, top of his lungs But aint no stopping me from chopping him up-up, cause… Its 3 a.m. in the mornin Put my key in the door and Bodies layin all over the floor and I dont remember how they got there But I guess I mustve killed em, killed em I said, its 3 a.m. in the mornin Put my key in the door and Bodies layin all over the floor and I dont remember how they got there But I guess I mustve killed em, killed em Yo, yo, ayo Yo, yo, ayo Yo, yo, ayo Yo, yo, ayo 107Embed

Under the Influence Lyrics Chem-le-le-le-le-le-le-le, le-le, le-le Chem-le-le-le-ne-miah-nuf-niah, ne-nish, ne-ne So you can suck my dick if you dont like my shit ‘Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dick! Two pills I pop, til my pupils swell up like two pennies Im Clint Eastwood in his mid-twenties A young-ass man with a trash can, strapped to the back Of his ass so the rats cant chew through his last pants Im like a mummy at night, fightin with bright lightnin And frightened with five little white Vicodin pills bitin him Im like a fuckin wasp in the hospital, lost Stingin the fuck outta everything I come across in the halls I light a candle and place it up on the mantel Grab a knife at the blade and stab you with the fuckin handle So when you find yourself wrapped up in the blinds, hurtin ‘Cause once youre hung from the drapes, its curtains Im an instigator, .380 slug penetrator Degradin, creatin murders to kill haters Accused for every crime known through the equator They knew I did it for havin blood on my gators My weedll hit your chest like a double barrel gauge and Im a black grenade thatll blow up in yo face With a fifth in me, when I guzzle Remy I do shit on purpose You never hear me say, Forgive me Im snatchin every penny, it gotta be that way, nigga, face it That weed I sold to you, Brigade laced it You hidin, I make the President get a facelift Niggas just afraid, handin me they bracelets Chillin in the lab wasted, Im the type Thatll drink Kahlua and gin, throw up on the mic Your life is ruined, you get socked right on sight And even at the Million Man March, we gon fight So you can suck my dick if you dont like my shit ‘Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dick! ‘Cause I dont give a fuck if you dont like my shit ‘Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dick! Im a compulsive liar, settin my preacher on fire Slashin your tires, flyin down Fenkell and Meyers Plates expired, soon as Im hired Im fired Jackin my dick off in a bed of barbed wire Bitch, didnt you read the flyer? The special invited guest will be Richard Pryor No, bitch, Im retired Fuckin your bitch in the ass with a tire iron Im ripped, Im on an acid trip My DJs in a coma for lettin the record skip Lettin the record skip, lettin the record skip Im fuckin anything when Im snortin Its gonna cost three-hundred dollars to get my pitbull an abortion Some bitch asked for my autograph I called her a whore, spit beer in her face and laughed I drop bombs like I was in Vietnam All bitches is hoes, even my stinkin-ass mom Ayo, flashback, two feets, two deep up in that ass crack Weed laced with somethin– nigga, pass that! In Amsterdam we only hang out with hash rats At a Stop the Violence rally, I blast gats BMI on publishin; get yo ass capped The Kuniva, divide up yo cash stack Run yo motherfuckin pockets, ASAP I dont need a platinum chain, bitch, I snatched Shaqs Born loser, half thief and half black Bring your boys and your guns and get laughed at Bitch smacker, rich rappers get they Jag jacked And found chopped up in a trash bag We stranglin rappers until the point they cant yell ‘Cause they crew is full of fags and sweeter than bake sales Reckless, come from behind and snatch your necklace Gruesome, and causin more violence than nine hoodlums I grapple your Adams apple until it crackle Run right past you, turn around, grab you and stab you Get executed, ‘cause Im a Luni, I got a Yukmouth And its polluted; I cock it back, then shoot it I love snatchin up players, thugs and young ballers Shoot up the household, even the young toddlers Brigade barricade to bring the noise While the bullets break your bones up like Christmas toys If I go solo, Im doin a song with Bolo A big Chinese nigga screamin, Kuniva, yo, yo! I leave ya face leakin, run up in church And smack the preacher while hes preachin Take a swing at the deacon I used to tell cats that I sold weed and weight I was straight til I got caught sellin them shake Im ignorant, with the intent to snatch your rent I got kicked out of summer camp for havin sex in my tent With the superintendents daughter, my brains out of order Ive been a Kon Artis since I was swimmin in water In cahoots with this nigga named Carlisle Von Who got fired from UPS for tryin to send you a bomb I sign to a local label for fun Say I got cancer, get dropped, take the advancement and run Drive-by you in the rain while you carry your son Call your house and hang up on you for not givin me none Born straight up out a pussy but a son of a gun Got a reputation for havin niggas runnin they funds Used to be the type of nigga that was foldin some ones Til I met your fat mama, now Im rollin in dough So you can suck my dick if you dont like my shit ‘Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dick! ‘Cause I dont give a fuck if you dont like my shit ‘Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dick! Ha-ha! Suck my motherfuckin dick! D12, Dirty-motherfuckin-Dozen Nasty like a stank slut bitch with thirty fuckin husbands Bizarre Kid, Swifty McVay, the Kon Artis The Kuniva, Derty Harry, and Slim Shady53Embed

Nowhere Fast Lyrics Ashes blowin in the air Our world’s on fire, but we dont care, yeah Wasted youth, always on the road Never lookin back and we’re never gettin old Cause the skies are black But our hearts made of gold Fuck doin what youre told Were goin nowhere fast I feel sorry for this beat, sympathy pains for this track This road is takin’ me back Down memory lane with this rap I can still look out in this crowd, be wowed and be taken aback I’m simply stating a fact I had Wembley Stadium packed But now were on a path headed to nowhere and fast Another terrorist attacks Like a tariff, blows half of Madison Square up, alas We perish in the blast But that isn’t scaring us, we pass Nowhere were fearless, cause were just— Ashes blowin’ in the air Our worlds on fire, but we dont care, yeah Wasted youth, always on the road Never lookin back and were never gettin old Cause the skies are black But our hearts made of gold Fuck doin what youre told Were goin nowhere fast Cause were goin no, goin no Goin no, goin no Goin no, goin nowhere Were on the run of our lives Goin nowhere fast Fuck doin what youre told, act like a two-year old Shit is soon to go kaboom and blow Anyways; for MCs its a funeral When Im devisin this rhyme Cause Im awake and youre mourning Thats why I rise and I shine Like a new day has dawned on me Gusto, guts, bravado Nuts and plus I kick up dust and cuss a lot I musta got you in somewhat of a debacle Cause some stuff thats awful Really dont mean nothin although Theres a lot of shit I said in jest thats tough to swallow But if at times my heart it seems Like its in the wrong place, its probably cause its on my sleeve Keanu Reeves speed of life, avoid or veer Or just steer toward it, were only lookin forward But where were goin, we have no idea Nowhere to go, but hysterical, its gettin warm in here I set the world on fire, was born to be an arsonist Just one spark and its lit But Ima still get dark on this shit Told you Id leave my mark on this bitch—war machine But you forced me in a corner Im sure to have somethin for your rear And in the course of the assault as torture gets more severe Go to war with me, youll end up blew to Timbuktu I send at you a ten-ton nuke like Kim Jong-Un And end up ruinin your career But when all is said and done And at the end of my run Ill just rewind clocks, forever young Make time stop, will I ever fall off? That day will never come Til the pine box, bitch, fuck you! Im better than I ever was Til the bomb drops, hope it never does But Im not gonna sweat it cause This worlds screwed, its already fucked And Im on top, so everyones just— Ashes blowin in the air Our worlds on fire, but we dont care, yeah Wasted youth, always on the road Never lookin back and were never gettin old Cause the skies are black But our hearts made of gold Fuck doin what youre told Were goin nowhere fast Cause were goin no, goin no Goin no, goin no Goin no, goin nowhere Were on the run of our lives Goin nowhere fast You cant tell us nothin Hard-headed and were stubborn So, one ear and out the other when were young, were young Who knows what the future for us could hold Another shooter? Uh oh No more tomorrows, were done And all we are is— Ashes blowin in the air Our worlds on fire, but we dont care Wasted youth, always on the road Never lookin back and were never gettin old Cause the skies are black But our hearts made of gold Fuck doin what youre told Were goin nowhere fast Cause were goin no, goin no Goin no, goin no Goin no, goin nowhere Were on the run of our lives Goin nowhere fast92Embed

Crack a Bottle Lyrics Oh! Ladies and gentlemen The moment youve all been waiting for In this corner, weighing 175 pounds With a record of 17 rapes, 400 assaults, and 4 murders The undisputed, most diabolical villain in the world Slim Shady! So crack a bottle, let your body waddle Dont act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto Oh-oh, oh-oh, bitches hoppin in my Tahoe Got one ridin shotgun and no, not one of em got clothes Now, wheres the rubbers? Whos got the rubbers? I noticed theres so many of em And theres really not that many of us And ladies love us, my posses kickin up dust Its on til the break of dawn and were starting this party from dusk Okay, lets go! Back with Andre the Giant, Mr. Elephant Tusk Fix your musk, youll be just another one bit the dust Just one of my mothers sons who got thrown under the bus Kiss my butt, lick fromunda cheese from under my nuts It disgusts me to see the game the way that it looks Its a must, I redeem my name and haters get mushed Bitches lust, man, they love me when I lay in the cut Fisticuffs, the lady give her eighty-some paper cuts Now picture us; its ridiculous, you curse at the thought Cause when I spit the verse the shit gets worse than Worcestershire sauce If I could fit the words, its picture perfect, works every time Every verse, every line, as simple as nursery rhymes Its elementary, the elephants have entered the room I venture to say were the center of attention, its true Not to mention back with a vengeance, so hence the signal Of the bat symbol, the platinum trios back on you hoes So crack a bottle, let your body waddle Dont act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto Oh-oh, oh-oh, bitches hoppin in my Tahoe Got one ridin shotgun and no, not one of em got clothes Now, wheres the rubbers? Whos got the rubbers? I noticed theres so many of em And theres really not that many of us And ladies love us, my posses kickin up dust Its on til the break of dawn and were starting this party from dusk Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Dre! They see that low rider go by, theyre like, Oh my! You aint got to tell me why youre sick cause I know why I dip through in that Six-Trey like, Sick em, Dre! Im an itch that they cant scratch, theyre sick of me But hey, what else can I say? I love L.A. Cause over and above all, its just another day And this one begins where the last one ends Pick up where we left off and get smashed again Ill be damned, just fucked around and crashed my Benz Drivin round with a smashed front end, lets cash that one in Grab another one from out the stable The Monte Carlo, El Camino, or the El Dorado? The hell if I know, do I want leather seats or vinyl? Decisions, decisions, garage looks like Precision Collision Or Maaco, beats quake like Waco Just keep the bass low, speakers away from your face though So crack a bottle, let your body waddle Dont act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto Oh-oh, oh-oh, bitches hoppin in my Tahoe Got one ridin shotgun and no, not one of em got clothes Now, wheres the rubbers? Whos got the rubbers? I noticed theres so many of em And theres really not that many of us And ladies love us, my posses kickin up dust Its on til the break of dawn and were starting this party from dusk And I take great pleasure in introducing 50 Cent! Its bottle after bottle The money aint a thing when you party with me Its what we into, its simple We ball out of control like you wouldnt believe Im the napalm, the bomb, the Don, Im King Kong Get rolled on, wrapped up, and reigned on Im so calm, through Vietnam, ring the alarm Bring the Chandon, burn marijuan, do what you want Nigga, on and on til the break of what? Get the paper, man, Im cakin, you know I dont give a fuck I spend it like it dont mean nothin Blow it like its supposed to be blown, motherfucker, Im grown I stunt, I style, I flash the shit I gets what the fuck I want, so what I trick? Fat-ass Birkin bags, some classy shit Jimmy Choo shoes; I say, Move, a bitch move So crack a bottle, let your body waddle Dont act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto Oh-oh, oh-oh, bitches hoppin in my Tahoe Got one ridin shotgun and no, not one of em got clothes Now, wheres the rubbers? Whos got the rubbers? I noticed theres so many of em And theres really not that many of us And ladies love us, my posses kickin up dust Its on til the break of dawn and were starting this party from dusk76Embed

Airplanes, Pt. 2 Lyrics Can we pretend that airplanes In the night sky are like shooting stars? I could really use a wish right now Wish right now, wish right now Can we pretend that airplanes In the night sky are like shooting stars? I could really use a wish right now Wish right now, wish right now Dreaming… of falling Dreaming… of falling Yeah, lets pretend like its 98 Like Im eatin lunch off of Styrofoam trays Tryin to be the next rapper comin out the A Hopin for a record deal to ignore my pain Yeah, now lets pretend like Im on the stage And when my beat drops everybody goes insane Okay, and everybody know my name And everywhere I go people wanna hear me sang Oh yeah, and I just dropped my new album On the first week I did 500 thousand Gold in the spring, and diamond in the fall And then a world tour just to top it all off And lets pretend like they call me the greatest Sellin out arenas with big-ass stages And everybody loved me and no one ever hated Lets try to use imagination Can we pretend that airplanes In the night sky are like shooting stars? I could really use a wish right now Wish right now, wish right now Can we pretend that airplanes In the night sky are like shooting stars? I could really use a wish right now Wish right now, wish right now Okay, lets pretend like this never happened Like I never had dreams of bein a rapper Like I didnt write raps up in all of my classes Like I never used to run away into the blackness Now, lets pretend like it was all good Like I didnt live starin in the notebook Like I did the things that I probably knew I should But I aint have neighbors, thats why they call it hood Yeah, now lets pretend like I aint got a name Before they ever called me B.o.B or a.k.a. Bobby Ray Im talkin back before the mixtapes Before the videos and the deals and the fame Before they ever once compared me to André Before I ever got on MySpace Before they ever noticed my face So lets just pretend and make wishes outta airplanes Can we pretend that airplanes In the night sky are like shooting stars? I could really use a wish right now Wish right now, wish right now Can we pretend that airplanes In the night sky are like shooting stars? I could really use a wish right now Wish right now, wish right now And it seems like yesterday it was just a dream But those days are gone Theyre just memories And it seems like yesterday it was just a dream But those days are gone All right… Lets pretend Marshall Mathers never picked up a pen Lets pretend things woulda been no different Pretend he procrastinated, had no motivation Pretend he just made excuses that were so paper thin They could blow away with the wind Marshall, youre never gonna make it Makes no sense to play the game There aint no way that youll win. Pretend he just stayed outside all day and played with his friends Pretend he even had a friend to say was his friend And it wasnt time to move and schools werent changin again He wasnt socially awkward and just strange as a kid He had a father and his mother wasnt crazy as shit And he never dreamed he could rip stadiums and just lazy as shit Fuck a talent show in the gymnasium, bitch! You wont amount to shit—quit daydreamin, kid! You need to get your cranium checked. Youre thinking like an alien, it just aint realistic. Now pretend they aint just make him angry with this shit And there was no one he could even aim when hes pissed at And his alarm went off to wake him, but he didnt make it To the Rap Olympics, slept through his plane and he missed it Hes gon have a hard time explaining to Hailie and Lainey These food stamps and this WIC shit ‘Cause he never risked shit, he hoped and he wished it But it didnt fall in his lap, so he aint even here, he pretends that— Airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars I could really use a wish right now Wish right now, wish right now Can we pretend that airplanes In the night sky are like shooting stars? I could really use a wish right now Wish right now, wish right now69Embed

Baby Lyrics One thousand different houses and Münchausen, Ima make you Wanna punch out some-fuckin-one: Ouch! What the fuck you hit me for?! Screamed life as I punch counter, in bunches out of anger I once encountered a stranger in a dumb gown Black hoodie with a scythe, shit, I laughed in his face, spit Bitch gave me an extra life, like, Take this! Now get your ass back in that game, bitch! Dont take shit For granted, and dont take shit, give it! Only bull you should take is by the horns, a mixture of Whitey Ford And Mighty Thor, I everlast, pen is mightier than sword Finish writin, then record, replenish, keep writin more Nothings ridin on it but your pride, thats all youre fightin for So you fight, scratch, you claw, backs to wall, no one was there to catch you fall You pick yourself back up, you dust your jacket off You grab your balls like theyre gargantuan and ask yourself how fuckin bad you want it Pull out your badge for whoopin ass and flash it on em Nobodys gonna back you in the corner, youre a hornet No ones more ignorant than you fuckin four in the mornin Youre at the laboratory, stormin like theres nothin thats more important Emcees, you better consider this a formal warnin, youre in for it! Girl, what would you do if I said your body was off the chain And I told you I smile every single time I saw your face? I aint finished, bitch, I meant in half, oil the blades Nobody wants to play, they say Im a spoiled lil baby, but— Nobody puts baby in the corner Im only tryna warn ya Cause that baby gets mad and gets to throwin a tantrum Hell fuckin flip on ya Cause nobody puts baby in the corner Im only tryna warn ya Cause that baby gets mad and gets to throwin a tantrum Hell fuckin flip on ya What goes through an addicts brain besides static pain And Big Daddy Kane, breakbeats and words? An erratic train Of thought like splatter paint, scatter brain Yeah, maybe that explains why youre back but dont rap the same And youre lookin way thinner cause your hunger got you lookin like They took away dinner Sugar Ray Leonard Wouldnt sugar-coat a fuckin booger though just to wipe that bitch on a hookers coat When you say youre a what? GOAT Now fling that bitch from your fingertips, hope it lands on Another rap singers lips who cant think of shit anything of wit Thats interesting to spit, yo, whos king of this fuckin English lit? Let your middle fingers flip on each hand while extendin the shit How low can you go? Lower than Chuck D, ho Hear the bassiness in my voice? Rockys back, where my Adrians? Nobodys crazy as Shady in an eighty million mile radius Im what Tom Brady is to the Patriots To rap; Im not a man, Im a weapon who just happened To be a rapper who just happen to be on the crapper When it happened I had an epiphany in the bathroom Id never be the same after now Im back with an appe- -tite for destruction and a fuckin recipe for disaster So lets eat cause Im famished, every deed is a dastardly One, evilest bastard, even you askin for me to be po- -lite to peoples like me havin my teeth pulled Nobody puts baby in the corner Im only tryna warn ya Cause that baby gets mad and gets to throwin a tantrum Hell fuckin flip on ya Cause nobody puts baby in the corner Im only tryna warn ya Cause that baby gets mad and gets to throwin a tantrum Hell fuckin flip on ya So step inside a dimension demented side of a mind thats like An inside of an engine while I multiply your undivided attention But be reminded: if I didnt mention I lose my mind and my temper youll be the first one who finds him offensive Got him climbin the fences, lost some time to addiction But look up rhyme in the dictio-nary, Im in the picture Eminem is the synonym for it, Im an enigma Fuck it, lets get to the meatballs, Im gonna skip the Veg and potatoes, edumacator Shit, legends are made of, spit treacherous data Shit that you would say to your worst enemy This wretched is what you get when you mix Treach with a Jada Then combine em with Method Man and Redman with metham- -phetamines in each left hand, in each right is a sledgehammer In pajamas, standin in front of a webcam Beatin themselves in the head til Russell lets him off Def Jam Maybe I need my head exam-ed, Hannibal Lecter with a dead lamb Hangin from his ceiling, drippin with a bed pan I need meds, swear to God cause if I go off the edge T.I. aint talkin me off the ledge, man Heart-throb thatll fart, ah, nah More like a smart slob, part blob thatll stab you with a sharp ob- -ject to the heart and leave claw marks all over the Wal- -Mart walls, little baby with large balls Fuck mud-slingin, Im blood-flingin Theres nothing on this fuckin Earth better than bein the King of the playground, I hate the swings, but I love bein An underdog cause when Im pushed I end up swingin Nobody puts baby in the corner Im only tryna warn ya Cause that baby gets mad and gets to throwin a tantrum Hell fuckin flip on ya Cause nobody puts baby in the corner Im only tryna warn ya Cause that baby gets mad and gets to throwin a tantrum Hell fuckin flip on ya74Embed

Lock It Up Lyrics Yeah, like that Okay, yeah Say, bro, where you get them from? Detroit? That machine gun, spray boy And its gon hit some New coupe? Been whippin em New boobs? Where you get them done? Payroll , might put you on a table And spread you out like some Yayo No, bitch , you dont know shit You just want all my money, ah I was hopeless , now Im focused Where the fuck is the party at? Now hold this , oh shit Thats it , so sick No shit Damn, Im getting too fuckin old for this But still as explosive with, just load the clip Two pistols on hip, both are gripped I hold them at shoulder width Took a stab in the dark and broke the tip Of my knife off, but your throat is slit Cause Im cutthroat to the utmost with it The ultimate I just let the poker chips fall where they were supposed to fit Now those days are over, scrapin change in sofas Tryna save at Kroger So why would I give a fuck about backstabbin Trader Joe for? How bout that, Im paid as Oprah Think I may have broke the scale Cause the wait is over But wait, wait, hold up, cause they say I almost I almost lost it I had to reach back, back, and lock it, yeah You almost got me I had to reach back, back, and lock it, yeah You almost , you almost , you almost , but I got it You almost , you almost , you almost , I got it So sit there and act pathetic and sulk Cause Im getting green, Incredible Hulk Cause I usually get it in bulk But I still will stomp your head to a pulp You want smoke, I got the tical like Method Man So get ready to die from second hand Get a whiff of the doctors medicine Like sedatives youll get popped, Excedrin Cause you can get it like over the counter Like I just left the damn concession stand A mic in my hands a weapon I put that on everything like ranch, Ill never land Im too fly, I dont plan to ever Cinderella Man What I am is better than Every single one of you Whether separate or all of you band together And I put the game on the pill Now my Shady babies are all stillborns Meaning abortions that live cause they were still born I can heal em with Neosporin You bout to experience euphoria true warrior, got the plug like Trugoy You give me the cue like Im ScHoolboy And Ill treat the beat like a pitbull would do to a chew toy and destroy it, cause, boy, I I almost lost it I had to reach back, back, and lock it, yeah You almost got me I had to reach back, back, and lock it, yeah You almost , you almost , you almost , but I got it You almost , you almost , you almost , I got it 93Embed

Rain Man Lyrics Yeah Definitely, definitely Definitely dope Definitely Definitely K-Mart Yeah Yeah You find me offensive, I find you offensive For finding me offensive, hence, if I should draw the line any fences, if so, to what extents, if Any, should I go? Cause its getting expensive Being on the other side of the courtroom on the defensive They say I cause extensive psychological nerve damage to the brain When I go to lengths this far at other peoples expenses I say youre all just too goddamn sensitive Its censorship, and its downright blasphemous Lets end this shit now, cause I wont stand for this And Chris-stiff-pher Reeves wont sit for this neither And lets clear this up too, I aint got no beef with him either He used to be like a hero to me, I even believe I Had one of those 25-cent stickers on my refrigerator Right next to Darth Vader And Darth mustve put a hex on him for later I feel like its my fault, cause of the way that I stuck him up in between him and Lex Luthor I killed Superman, I killed Super— Man, and how ironic That Id be the bad guy, kryptonite, the green chronic Cause I aint got no legs Or no brain Nice to meet you Hi, my name is... I forgot my name My aim was not to become what I became with this level of fame My soul is possessed by this devil My new name is... Rain Man Now in the Bible, it says: Thou shalt not watch two lesbians in bed Have homosexual sex Unless, of course, you were given the consent to join in Then, of course, its intercourse, and its bisexual sex Which isnt as bad Long as you show some remorse for your actions Either before, during, or after Performing the act of that which Is normally referred to as such more commonly known phrases That are more used by todays kids in a more derogatory way But whos to say whats fair to say and what not to say? Lets ask Dr. Dre—Dr. Dre? I got a question, if I may Is it gay to play putt-putt golf with a friend? And watch his butt-butt when he tees off? But up, I aint done yet In football, the quarterback yells out, Hut-hut While he reaches in another grown mans ass Grabs on his nuts, but, just, what if It was never meant—it was just an accident But he tripped, fell, slipped, and his penis went in— His teeny-tiny, little, round heinie, and he didnt mean it But his little weenie flinched just a little bit And I dont need to go into any more details, but What if he pictured it as a females butt? Is that gay? I just need to clear things up Til then, Ill just walk around with a manly strut, because Cause I aint got no legs Or no brain Nice to meet you Hi, my name is... I forgot my name My aim was not to become what I became with this level of fame My soul is possessed by this devil My new name is Rain Man You find me offensive, I find you offensive— Shit, this is the same verse, I just did this When am I gonna come to my good senses? Probably the day Bush comes to my defenses My spider sense is telling me Spider-Man is nearby And my plan is to get him next and Open up a whoop-ass canister God damn it, Dre, wheres the goddamn beat? Anyway, anyway, I dont know how else to put it This is the only thing that Im good at I am the bad guy, kryptonite, the green chronic Demonic—yup, yup, dont worry, Im on it I got it, high-five Nick Lachey Stuck a pin in Jessicas head and walked away And as she flew around the room like a balloon, I Grabbed the last can of chicken tuna out the trash can, and zoom, I Headed straight back to the Neverland Ranch With a peanut butter-jelly-chicken-tuna sandwich And I aint even gotta make no goddamn sense I just did a whole song, and I didnt say shit Cause I aint got no legs Or no brain Nice to meet you Hi, my name is... I forgot my name My aim was not to become what I became With this level of fame My soul is possessed by this devil My new name is Rain Man Cause ah, uh, ah, eh, ugh... Yup, Rain Man Definitely, definitely Dr. Dre Super-dope beatmaker 2000 and, 2000 and Four-hundred-and-eighty-seven-million-nine-hundred-and-se- -Seventy-three-thousand-four-hundred-and-sixty-three... And seventy Yeah70Embed

Stay Wide Awake Lyrics Yo, yo, follow me Come with me to the dark side of the force No man would boldly go to this place The devil only knows of this world So dark and, oh, so cold, its, oh, so cold Oh, so cold, oh Soon as my flow starts, I compose art like the ghost of Mozart Even though they all say that theyre real, I know that most arent Boy, you think youre clever, dont ya? Girl, you think youre so smart Come with me to another side in a world so cold and so dark A world so dark, a world so cold A world where on-ly some will go But none return, when will they learn? Where do they go? God only knows Fe-fi-fo-fum, I think I smell the scent of a placenta I enter Central Park, its dark, its winter in December I see my target, put my car in park, and approach a tender Young girl by the name of Brenda, and I pretend to befriend her Sit down beside her like a spider, hi there girl, you mighta Heard of me before, see whore, youre the kind of girl that Id a– -ssault and rape, then figure why not try to make your pussy wider Fuck you with an umbrella then open it up while the shits inside ya Im the kind of guy thats mild but I might flip and get a little bit wilder Impregnate a lesbian, yeah, now lets see her have triplets, and Ill di– -sintegrate them babies as soon as theyre out her with formalde– -hyde and cyanide, girl, you can try and hide, you can try to scream louder No need for no gunpowder, that only takes all the fun out of Murderin, Id rather go vinn-vinn, and now you see just how the Fuck I do just what I do when I cut right through your scalp, uhh Shit, wait a minute, I mean skull, my knife seems dull, pull another one out, uh Soon as my flow starts I compose art like the ghost of Mozart Even though they all say that theyre real, I know that most arent Boy, you think youre clever, dont ya? Girl, you think youre so smart Come with me to another side in a world so cold and so dark A world so dark, a world so cold A world where on-ly some will go But none return, when will they learn? Where do they go? God only knows So dark and so cold, my friends dont know this other side of me Theres a monster inside of me, its quite ugly and it frightens me But they cant see what I can see, theres a vacancy in my tummy Its makin me play hide-and-seek like Jason, Im so hungry Shes naked, see, no privacy, but I can see she wants me So patient, see, I try to be, but gee, why does she taunt me? Pulls the drapes and she goes right to sleep and I creep right through the front, see So blatantly, but silently cause I know that shes sound sleep Whos wakin me so violently, and whys he on top of me? Hes rapin me, she tries to scream, Somebody please get him off me Hes tapin me, hes bitin me, hes laughin like its funny Shes scrapin me, shes fightin me, shes scratchin like some dumb freak Escapin me, no dice, you see, I might just be Ted Bundy Or Satan, gee, what a sight to see, Im dancin in my red panties Im crazy, but its alright with me, man, life can be so empty Stay away from me cause Im dancin to quite a different drum beat Soon as my flow starts I compose art like the ghost of Mozart Even though they all say that theyre real, I know that most arent Boy, you think youre clever, dont ya? Girl, you think youre so smart Come with me to another side in a world so cold and so dark A world so dark, a world so cold A world where on-ly some will go But none return, when will they learn? Where do they go? God only knows Better try to stay wide awake or you might end up found dead by the lake Soon as you lay me down to sleep, bitch, your soul Ima try to take Pray for light of day right away, why do they try to fight today? I must make them pay twice as much, might as well put the knife away Now I use power tools, how bout now, are you in the shower? Scour you for six hours til outage of power outlets How did you figure out I was down in your basement? Now ya Mustve just heard the sound of my stomach growlin from down there Prowler, theres no one fouler, bound ya, thats how they found ya Face down in the tub, I drown ya with piles of downers around ya Such nostalgia and power, such prowess, look how you cower Jump out on you now like I was a Jawa from fuckin Star Wars Jabba the Hutt, biddy-bye-bye, biddy-bye-bye, its time to die-die Ought to not even bother to scream, it dont even matter Amazing when grazin skin with these razor blades he waves at ya Not ya everyday Damien, bathe me in holy water Nothing like Son of Sam, so please understand theres no gun in hand Wheres the thrill in the hunt? Theres no fun in that, here I come with axe Fun to act like lumberjack when Im hackin em up with that What was that? Dial 9-1-1, someones comin in from the back Soon as my flow starts I compose art like the ghost of Mozart Even though they all say that theyre real, I know that most arent Boy, you think youre clever, dont ya? Girl, you think youre so smart Come with me to another side in a world so cold and so dark A world so dark, a world so cold A world where on-ly some will go But none return, when will they learn? Where do they go? God only knows 104Embed

Eminem Freestyles on Tim Westwood | 2009 Lyrics Yo blast me off, Tim Wheres that boom? Blast me off, son Pew, pew, pew- pew, pew! The bombs, man! Right now, were doin this for Beijing, baby, understand how its goin down Thats how he talk Blastin off right now, son! Real big, real legendary up in the game Yeah Drippin in swagger juice Yeah We ready to go in this? Yeah, yeah Are we swaggered up? Swaggered up, yeah Lets do it, baby, Radio 1, Westwood, samples about to go down Check my swag Eminem, Kon, baby, Alchemist, were doin it like this Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Lets go, baby Aight, aight, look I wasnt born mean, I was pushed to treachery I walk the streets, lookin for some puss to fetch me Im like a veggie, brain is turned to mush, Im edgy Edgy enough to give Reggie Bush a wedgie If he dont gimme Kim, things could get messy So pass that ass to me, let me squish the left cheek And press against the right one til its smushed against me And leave a dead body in the woods, the emcee With the Christopher Reeves beef, we started off on the wrong foot Or should I say fake leg made outta wood? I shouldnt, yes, I should Ridin through the hood, Im chillin with Westwood Im quite mellow, a white fellow My pee is bright yellow, I like Jell-O Im like, Hello, to a cute little dyke on the mic Im kinda like Iron Mike cause I bite earlobes Yeah Well, I must must say Well, um, Im just not gay Well, um, I must must say Um, well, look- See Im the first one to class and the last to leave I mean the first one to leave outta class, believe That Im a mailbox pimp in my heart til I die Even after Im all gone and my ashes fried Went from an ashy guy, class clown as high To a grown-ass man stackin motherfuckin paper Runyon Ave.s the clique, D12s the game Weve been spittin this shit since we was little bébés Gaga goo goo, nana, nani do do, never Word to my homie Em, Im just too too clever A 4-5 shotll leave a niggas face lop-sided The kick from the barrel make you think Im cock-eyeded, When I bust it off in the crowd, niggas start divin Greg Louganis went over the bar, I aint lyin Hot iron lethals, not defyin a soldier Runyon Ave. soldier equals death when its over Its none colder than niggas that understand the struggle Apply the street-muscle, weve been had to hustle Weve been had to hustle, weve been had to muscle Apply the street hustle, weve been had to hustle Yeah, aight Me and Westwood, blastin off, jackin off In a pair of acid-washed, bumpin Asher Roth Cruisin Gratiot til I damn near crashed the car Im tryna smash em off in the dash, hit the overpass, went off Over the bridge, into oncoming traffic, caused A massive forty-two car pile-up, not a scratch at all Hopped up holdin an axe and saw Jason mask is off when my face is plastered in tabasco sauce Spittin flames, kickin fire out your ass, you little bastard You can pass it on, Im battery acid, dawg You dont wanna get my ass ticked off Im harder than playin basketball while Im goin through crack withdrawal Dick so big its like elastic I tie it in a knot and it looks like Mr. Fantastic crossed The path of Plastic Man with a drastic force And went spastic, put my penis on classic sports Woo! God, look, look- I shoot straight off the hip, trey-eight off the rip But see, I aint fo that shit I got a fist print fo yo lip Lookin shit is swole up like the stomach on a fat pregnant bitch And its evident that I get chips like the president Been a lotta rules, keep the tools for the haters left Niggas aint fadin em, seal a crack, do a trim Got a lot of dough, but you know I aint trickin on em Get some head spinnin on em, keep the head spinnin on em See, I aint diggin on em, keep the head hidden from em You know how it go, no dough trickin on em She just wanna blow, see what she can get from em But she dont know my name, Im bout the game, Im pickin on her Wrist so cold that my left hands numb as summer I rip a hole til she dont want you gettin on her She makes you wonder if the women even want ya Mr. Porter, keep a ho in order Learned it from my daddy, I teach it to my daughter Ya ought to know the quota of my whole workout I float like Noah and I dont want the boat to rover bounce Ahaha, yeah Yeah, ayy, lets change that beat, homie Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Wheres the swag juice, Al? Come on, homie Swag drip Swag is dryin up right now Wheres the swag? Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Alright, alright Yeah, yeah Yo Once again, its the sinister, cynical, minister Shady Kryptonite to Superman, hes a dentist to Amy Administer of the pain, just finished huffin the paint And muffled the fumes like it was nothin, because it aint Anything in his way, his enemies he just slays His venom he spray reaches like beams of energy rays Menacin stares, he glares, makin the hairs All on the back of yo neck stand like Dracula, yep Spectacular rep, hes a tarantula, gargantuan Yeah, Angela, so I command you to start dancin Part Manson, part Hannibal, part mechanical shark Throwin animal parts at Scarlett Johansson Enter my gas chamber, youre gangsta my ass Hes got his fangs to your neck, hes set to strangle ya ass, hater Youre facin a task greater, hes chasin your ass Hes got his face in a mask, your bloodstains on his glass table Im so obnoxious, open hand slap a nigga, you wouldnt See, you couldnt, you went off cryin like Cuba Gooding I swan dive in your bitch pussy, I call her puddin She love her some nani, I love the bitch cookin Scrap back, you niggas weak as Chuck Nevitt I fuck buckin naked; Jesus piece swing reckless Entrepo-po head honcho, hope youre ready fore I pop his ass, nigga, kickin through your door You send goons to do your work I send goons to mamas in church, Ive been a problem since birth Got a middle finger up her skirt I dont ask a bitch on a date, I ask her can I fuck her first See yall with this Runyon shit I made somethin out of nothin, Im a hustler, bitch I keep a 9 tucked, burnin up the side of my hip Gotta make a hit for any nigga for fifty-thousand chips Bitch! Yeah, yeah, yeah Aight Im checking the exposure of photos of me exposing Myself locked inside of a cozy hotel, posing With or without clothing, next to the decomposing Bodies eroding while Im dozing off, overdosing Windows opening, shutting, doors opening, closing I think theres a ghost, too much hydrocodone and codeine I was only sposed to swallow a half, I took the whole thing Im not joking, I think I just snorted my nose ring I need a drink, Im standin over the sink, posing Myself, self-loathing, cause Im on a brink, mostly I dont wanna think, This will make everything rosy Beverly sings, scream while Im severing three toe-sies Totally frozen while I close in, Im yodeling Rosey, wont you come out to play? Ain’t no sense Wasting time, cutting and pasting headlines in the papers Making shrines of my crimes and capers My words are whirlwinds, I murder my girlfriends Go to Europe and put Neurofens in my syrup and stir them You never heard him like this, so dont encourage him The neurosurgeon, coke mirrors, and lyrics worse than The kinda person to get Katie Couric to cursin Eighty spirits of ladies cause Shady murdered the virgins Crazy turn of events, and then he emerged, took Over the world and reeled in all the children Lured em into the buildin and killed em Buried em in the mulch and mildew and he will do what he feels, and Still can spin straw into gold like Rumpelstiltskin Cotton to silk, Motrin to Tylenol— three pills, the Real Slim Shadys entered the buildin Theres nothin but crumbled leaves and tumbleweeds up in this bitch, Mildrid Hes ill wit it, he still shouldnt be healed Theres no one as sick as he, emceesll get fricasseed on the grill then Woah Alright Fuck that! Aha Right now Ahahahaha Buildings on fire Fuck you, Em! You want to start with the hook first? Oh, okay I have no idea what Im doing I have no idea what Im doing, but Everybody get up, sit up, Christopher Theyre miserable without you, Superman is a- -live and hes flowin like the Mystic River Girl, dont act like youve never been kissed before One, two, three, four, five, six, this-a Rhyme is about to hit you right in the kisser How did anybody ever find me? I disa- -ppeared, I was hidin in Freeways beard, just a Hop, skip and I jump from my skin gushin Nails into my face that Ive been pushin Hellraiser, my face is my pin cushion Its like when Im on the mic, I can squish a Sucker like a vise grip, my pen put ya In the slaughterhouse, cause your styles been butchered Ill spin chainsaw, take off, like the blades on My brains on hyperdrive, someone put the brakes on Heres a smidgen, a midget to get your digits, Bridget Dont try to fidget with it, ribbit ribbit I got you slippin on my swag juice, my swag juice I got you slippin on my swag juice, my swag juice Now heres a smidgen, a midget to get your digits, Bridget Dont try to fidget with it, ribbit ribbit I got you slippin on my swag juice, my swag juice I got you slippin on my swag juice I got it figured out now, nigga, see My-My minds right, money right, cant nobody stoppin how I get it In hindsight, I never shoulda left where I was livin I probly wouldnt be gettin pressed by all these women But then again, I wouldnt have met the ones that I was diggin Sanaa Lathan lookin, talk a lot Dont she like Lil Kim and Kim and, uh, Serena Williams? Just like my Im a regular Charles Dickens Bitch, called me talkin bout she pregnant She praised me, so I Mannie Freshd that ho and left baby Ill never trust her, no Shit, even if she specialize in mouth, massagin my testicles I never trust her a whole lot Even on the first day we met, shes basically gettin her mouth raped Then turned around and ask me for a kiss, No, bitch, Im straight I never really been concerned with how my own dick taste I think Im bout to slip on my swag juice I think Im bout to slip on your swag juice Oh no! No, no, dont slip on your swag juice! Yeah, yeah, I think Im bout to slip on my swag juice So heres a smidgen, a midget to get your digits, Bridget Dont try to fidget with it, ribbit ribbit I got you slippin on my swag juice, my swag juice I got you slippin on my swag juice, alright, ayy Slim is in the house, simmer down there, sister Bound to get you dizzy, cause he gets as busy as a Bee- baby, you could throw a frisbee in a blizzard Hell catch it in his teeth, what is he? Hes a wizard Standin in the disco with a disco biscuit And Im pretty sure it isnt Bisquick, is it? Now, baby, dont forget to bring your lipstick wit ya I want the kiss fore I blow this bitch to smithe- -reens, get the guillotines, this is a situ- -ation thats critical as Dre spins his, uh Turntables and he cuts the record like a scissor Checka-chicky-checka-chicky-checka-checka-chicka Well wreck it in a second, tell me what the heck is sicker? Wait a minute, I just dropped my necklace in the liquor Now, baby, just to make a little breakfast and its six o- -clock in the mornin, less you want to get some dessert So heres a smidgen, a midget to get your Bridgets, digit Dont try to fidget with it, ribbit ribbit I got you slippin on my swag juice, my swag juice I got you slippin on my swag juice I said, heres a smidgen, a midget to get your digits, Bridget Dont try to fidget with it, ribbit ribbit I got you slippin on my swag juice, my swag juice I got you slippin on my swag, my swag juice Yeah! Hahahahaha Hahahahaha Ayo Just so everybody knows, that was a hook That we made on the way to the radio station And we were tryin to get it right So we may have fucked it up a couple times or whatever, but This is what we were tryin to, like, work out before we came here Especially for Westwood, man! Specially for you, homie! Damn, Eminem! Thanks for listening, baby46Embed

Farewell Lyrics Ricky Racks For what its worth You were a slut at birth If the world had a dick Youd fuck the Earth I tried to get over you It doesnt work Youre still a cunt Im still a fucking jerk Same as it ever was, yeah Say itll change but it never does Aint gonna ever cause Youre the cause of my pain and the medicine Never met someone who played games with my head as much Fate tethered us together like two felons Mustve fell in love with skeletons Everyones got em, thought that you were Cinderella but Feels like I slept with the wicked stepmother But how the hell am I Still in love with the motherfucking chick theres at least a million of? They say love the one you with But this shit is killing us Our loves on some other shit Im a glutton for punishment Youre the gloves, Im the punching mitts Its above and beyond us Cuffing, Im shoving the girl I love inside of an oven If I catch you sucking another dick You better unsuck it, you snuck in the crib and tried to jump under the covers again Why am I tucking you in? Probably cause I gotta tell myself another lie Cause thats what helps to get me by Cause Im in Hell This is my goodbye, farewell Wanna hold you, wanna choke you, wanna love you Wanna hate you, wanna kill you, wanna hurt you Wanna heal you, yeah Wanna lose you, keep you, bruise you Beat, abuse you, treat you mutual Its juvenile, delusional, as usual Youre beautiful, Im average Im brutal, youre a savage My ride or die chick whos always cruising for a bruising Yeah, its kinda like were tryna light a dynamite stick Though we might get along like shit Fight, hit, bite, spit, unite, split Yeah, youre awful, but youre mine And they say love is blind, we see each other fine But its no wonder Im the only one youll find To put up with your shit , I need a plumber line But nothing comes to mind besides the number 90 Cause since 06 you flipped my fucking life, upside down Now the skys ground, look at my frown, its a smile now Look at my mouth, its my eyebrows, make it rain upwards Were on that ninth cloud, two insane lovebirds I should fly south, cause man am I great, aint lyin to myself But Im just plain stubborn, Im Audi five thou But this is my house, bitch, you get out Then we duke it out, then it dies down Then we say, Fuck it, cry our eyes out Then... I gotta tell myself another lie Cause thats what helps to get me by Cause Im in Hell This is my goodbye, farewell This relationship is all that its cracked up to be Never lack lust in that cause we act nuts Cause thats what attracts us Trick you with a back rub Tell you to relax then dump your ass in the bathtub Yeah, now thats love, may sound pathetic But fuck the world cause they out to get us I love you but I wont exchange vows Hey now, dont get carried away No way Ill get married, itll take a rain cloud to wed us Yeah, but were so insane ‘bout each other May take the same route and way out as Junior Seau Break out Berettas, lay down in bed and blow our brains out together Who knows how its gonna play out? Or whether deaths what our ending will be One of us shot in the back while attempting to flee But Ill go to bat for you, defending your honor Yeah, no contingency fees, something we’re not, nah Were not pretending to beef, dont cost a penny to be with me Time were spending is free, we could be broke as a joke Wont make a difference to me, dont have to give me a thing Couldve been a 50 cent ring from out of a vending machine Love unconditionally, theres no other fish in the sea Guess Im a prisoner, see, addiction is a disease I gotta tell myself another lie Cause thats what helps to get me by Cause Im in Hell This is my goodbye, farewell Love you girl, do you feel the same? I dont wanna play games, no games, ah Youre the only one that can out my flame Baby, just play it straight, straight, no games, ah44Embed

If I Had Lyrics Life, by Marshall Mathers What is life? Life is like a big obstacle in front of your optical to slow you down And every time you think youve gotten past it Its gonna come back around to tackle you to the damn ground What are friends? Friends are people that you think are your friends But they really your enemies with secret identities In disguises to hide they true colors So just when you think you close enough to be brothers They wanna come back and cut your throat when you aint lookin What is money? Money is what makes a man act funny, money is the root of all evil Moneyll make them same friends come back around Swearin that they was always down What is life? Im tired of life Im tired of backstabbin-ass snakes with friendly grins Im tired of committin so many sins Tired of always givin in when this bottle of Henny wins Tired of never havin any ends Tired of havin skinny friends hooked on crack and Mini Thins Im tired of this DJ playin your shit when he spins Tired of not havin a deal Tired of havin to deal with the bullshit without grabbin the steel Tired of drownin in my sorrow Tired of havin to borrow a dollar for gas to start my Monte Carlo Im tired of motherfuckers sprayin shit and dartin off Im tired of jobs startin off at $5.50 an hour Then this boss wonders why Im smartin off Tired of bein fired every time I fart and cough Tired of havin to work as a gas station clerk For this jerk, breathin down my neck, drivin me berserk Im tired of usin plastic silverware Tired of workin at Builders Square, tired of not bein a millionaire But if I had a million dollars Id buy a damn brewery and turn the planet into alcoholics If I had a magic wand Id make the world suck my dick without a condom on while Im on the john If I had a million bucks It wouldnt be enough cause Id still be out robbin armored trucks If I had one wish I would ask for a big enough ass for the whole world to kiss Im tired of bein white trash, broke, and always poor Tired of takin pop bottles back to the party store Tired of not havin a phone Tired of not havin a home to have one in if I did have one on Tired of not drivin a BM Tired of not workin at GM, tired of wantin to be him Tired of not sleepin without a Tylenol PM Tired of not performin in a packed coliseum Tired of not bein on tour Tired of fuckin the same blonde whore after work in the back of a Contour Im tired of fakin knots with a stack of ones Havin a lack of funds and resortin back to guns Tired of bein stared at Tired of wearin the same damn Nike Air hat Tired of steppin in clubs, wearin the same pair of Lugz Tired of people sayin theyre tired of hearin me rap about drugs Tired of other rappers who aint bringin half the skill as me Sayin they wasnt feelin me on Nobodys As Ill As Me And Im tired of radio stations tellin fibs Tired of JLB sayin, Where hip-hop lives But if I had a million dollars Id buy a damn brewery and turn the planet into alcoholics If I had a magic wand Id make the world suck my dick without a condom on while Im on the john If I had a million bucks It wouldnt be enough cause Id still be out robbin armored trucks If I had one wish I would ask for a big enough ass for the whole world to kiss You know what Im sayin? Im tired of all of this bullshit Tellin me to be positive, how am I posed to be positive When I dont see shit positive? You know what Im sayin? I rap about shit around me, shit I see You know what Im sayin? Right now, Im tired of everything Tired of all this player-hatin thats goin on in my own city Cant get no airplay, you know what Im sayin? But hey, its cool though You know what Im sayin? Im just fed up Thats my word 54Embed

Go to Sleep Lyrics I aint gonna eat, I aint gonna sleep Aint gonna breathe til I see what I wanna see And what I wanna see is you go to sleep in the dirt Permanently; you just being hurt Just aint gonna work for me, it just wouldnt be Sufficient enough cause we are just gonna be Enemies as long as we breathe, I dont ever see Either of us comin to terms where we can agree There aint gonna be no reasonin speakin with me You speak on my seed, then me no speak-a Inglés So we gonna beef, and keep on beefin unless Youre gonna agree to meet with me in the flesh And settle this face-to-face, and youre gonna see A demon unleashed in me that youve never seen And youre gonna see this gangster pee on himself I see you D12, and thanks, but me need no help Me do this one all by my lonely, I dont need fifteen of my homies When I see you, Im seein you, me and you only We never met, but best believe you gon know me When Im this close to see you exposed as phony Come on, bitch, show me! Pick me up, throw me! Lift me up, hold me—just like you told me You was gonna do, thats what I thought, youre pitiful Im rid of you, all of you, Ja, youll get it too Now go to sleep, bitch! Die, motherfucker, die! Ugh, times up, bitch, close your eyes! Go to sleep, bitch! Why are you still alive? How many times I gotta say, close your eyes! And go to sleep, bitch! Die, motherfucker, die! Bye, bye, motherfucker, bye, bye! Go to sleep, bitch! Why are you still alive? Why? Die, motherfucker! Ah, ah, ah, go to sleep, bitch! We got you niggas nervous on purpose To hurt your focus, yous not MCs Yous worthless, yous not them Gs Yous a circus, yous no appeal, please Use curtains, you use words Kool Herc slurred In two-thousand-third: yous perpin Yous no threat, whos you servin? When lyrically oughta bury you beneath the dirt when You fuck with a label overseein the Earth Shady, mothafucka, O. Trices birth And as I mold I become more cursed So we can put down the verse, take it to the turf Cock and squeeze, and he who reach the hearse Is he who depicts fiction in his verse And as I breathe, and you be deceased The world believe you deceived just to speak Yous not the streets, yous the desk Use not your chest, nigga, use a vest Before tools choose your rest, you chose death Six feet deep, nigga, thats the depth Now go to sleep, bitch! Die, motherfucker, die! Ugh, times up, bitch, close your eyes! Go to sleep, bitch! Why are you still alive? How many times I gotta say, close your eyes! And go to sleep, bitch! Die, motherfucker, die! Bye, bye, motherfucker, bye, bye! Go to sleep, bitch! Why are you still alive? Why? Die, motherfucker! Ah, ah, ah, go to sleep, bitch! Hey dog, Ima walk like a beast , talk like the streets Ima stay blazin New York with the heat Stalk on the beat , walk with my feet Understand my pain, the rain aint sleet Peep how Im movin , peep where Im goin Shit dont seep, then sleep not knowin But Ima keep growin, gettin larger than life Easy goin with the same one that started the fight He be knowin how dog get when dog gonna bite Tried to show him the dog shit, its dog for life Grand Champ, and my Blood Line is tight Cause its all good , cause its all right Niggas tried to holla but couldnt holla back Now they got to swallow everything in the sack Blood Line, and we can go track for track Damn, dog, whyd you have to do them niggas like that? Now go to sleep, bitch! Die, motherfucker, die! Ugh, times up, bitch, close your eyes! Go to sleep, bitch! Why are you still alive? How many times I gotta say, close your eyes! And go to sleep, bitch! Die, motherfucker, die! Bye, bye, motherfucker, bye, bye! Go to sleep, bitch! Why are you still alive? Why? Die, motherfucker! Ah, ah, ah, go to sleep, bitch! All you motherfuckers, take that! Here, take this too, bitch! Uh, uh, uh, uh, wahoo! Were killing all you motherfuckers dead All of you! Fake-ass gangsters! No more press! No more press! Rot, motherfuckers, rot!  Decay, in the dirt, bitch, in the motherfuckin dirt! Die nameless bitch! Die nameless! No more fame! Ahh, hahahaha Yo, X, come on, man! Obie, lets go! Ha ha88Embed

Lord Above Lyrics Yeah We cop new timepieces when these fools deny Jesus Hate is a sin, dog, be real, I got my hand on the pump You on Twitter in your feels, throwin subs, arguin’ with chicks I pray for these niggas, same hands that I hustle with Passin the offering plates, Im the preacher in foreign whips Sermons and politics, miracles come with each and every flip That dinero from zero, so heaven-sent Immaculate, blessings from Mary, I reminisce On days we was broke, all we had was some common sense Last night, I had a nightmare I was at the stove I woke up in Paris cookin’ up for Hov Thats why I thank the Lord for givin me this life And even when Im gone the music keepin us alive Yeah, its called forever-ever Ever-ever, ever-ever, family ties Oh, oh Yeah, yeah, oh Im so grateful, all I need is love To the Lord above G6 globals, whoda thunk it, from the projects Eight balls, some poppy, went and dunked it in the Pyrex Mischievous thoughts ’fore seein’ the sauce Told Montana in the G, chicky poo in the Porsche, uh The Frank Sinatra of the Spanish mobsters We the Jimmys Cafe, ain’t no need for operas Had the fiends scream, Hallelujah, fuck the prosecutor Gave my nigga fifty years and he was not the shooter When they see us, solitar confinement Dig deep in your mind, no pressure, no diamonds So we live a life, drop a hundred at the ferry, yeah My chicks from San Fran, but stay out my bae area You salute the cross, or you rebuke the cross Either way you meet the Lord when you get moved across Death knockin’ at your door got you squeezin handle And you aint seen God til you starin down a barrel And Ive been good, oh All I need is love To the Lord above Im sittin here reminiscin Think I just got a light bulb Somethin Id like to mention, this is just on a side note Word to the Terror Squad, Joe, this is all puns aside though I know me and Mariah didnt end on a high note But that other dudes whipped, that pussy got him neutered Tried to tell him this chicks a nutjob fore he got his jewels clipped Almost got my caboose kicked Fool, quit, you not gon do shit I let her chop my balls off too fore I lost to you, Nick I should quit watchin news clips, yeah My balls are too big, I should be talkin pool cause I got scratch So my pockets full when Im takin shots at you Fuck it, lemme chalk the cue stick Im over the top, like Cool Whip And I promise you the day I fall off or lose it I will stop and cut off the music Opportunist, wanna kill shit every chance that I got to do this Stackin my guap, savage, Im not to fool with Like a handgun, you could say Im like a gat when its cocked I keep it a , your assll get shot If rap was an actual Glock Youd act like you strapped when youre not Only cap that you pop is the top on the can of your pop You the man til I pop your top You aint Jack in a Box and I aint talkin a hamburger spot Cracker with the barrel, armed to the teeth, Anderson .Paak Rest in peace to Afeni and her son Pac You sent me that plaque with his rhyme sheet, I havent forgot Blow 30 million in a month, call it Brewsters Millions Just hope I dont lose the feelin, from soldier to civilian Got everything I need But I dont even see myself in the future chillin Only thing I dont have in the booths a ceiling Just call me The Roofless Villain They tellin me skys the limit, so I got my head in the clouds Unicorn in human form, saw a gift horse Looked him dead in the mouth And Lord, good lookin out For sendin me Edna and Charles Whenever Mom kicked me out of the house They were the bomb, then you sent me LL All the times that I hated myself, since eleven or twelve Only way that I knew how to better myself Is when Im bet against by everyone else So, Joe hit the head on the nail You aint seen God til you starin down a barrel I was gun-shy, but now like a snail The slugs comin out of its shell Oh, theres no hate in this world That can make me give up That can keep me stuck Lord, I thank you I thank you, Im so grateful, so thankful, so thankful Oh, oh, oh, oh, mm I thank the Lord above Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, woo80Embed

Book of Rhymes Lyrics I dont smile, I dont frown, get too up or get too down I was here, so were you, you came and went, I stuck around Still here now, stop me how? Your opinions like a broken calculator That shit doesnt count Shut your motherfuckin mouth Im emptyin my book of rhymes Get em all off my pad, every thought that I had I said Im emptyin my book of rhymes Get em all off my pad , every thought that I had Havent used all the tricks I have, so like my balls, Im in my bag Get a littlе teste when Im mad , sick of wrеstling this iPad Unsuccessfully, I might add And I know its best to leave it lie But even I get obsessed with reading everything And let it get the best of me til I snap But I need to get off the internet I need to get on the mic You need to get off the internet You need to get you a life Why you waste time just to comment on shit? Especially shit you dont like Dont like it, dont listen, but dont tell me bout your favorite rapper rippin some shit he didnt write What happened to Slim? He was no cap with the pen He used to rap like the people his music was for He was exactly like them The dude who used to be poor, why cant he tap into him? Cant use that excuse anymore Hes mad at the wind, hes in a nuclear war With a cloud, hes yellin at it again I talked to your mother, she told me she loved me All she wanna do is just hold me and hug me Wants nobody but me, she showed me the Dougie Can I get a witness like notary public? She said, Kick some fly shit I said, I got wings on my ass Told her my dicks a cockpit I fly by the seat of my pants Sinful thoughts, this beat is crazy, this shits retarded This instrus mental to mini-bars, incidental charges When did it start? I been cold-hearted in this heart since kindergarten Mental sharpness which makes Slim a walking dentist office, bitch, I invented flossin Yeah, I used to wonder where my next meals gonna come from Now, I just wonder where my next mills gonna come from I cannot have no success , unless when I finally make it I get to remind all the haters who shitted on me when Im on my way up My floor is yall fools ceilings If I was you, I would step or find yourself twisted Thats how youll wind up like spiral stairs I will swear on a stack of Bibles I will tear new behinds out of rivals, even your idols, I dont care Its Music to Be Murdered By, so Bon Iver can swallow a fuckin Ja Rule bobblehead And die slow like Alzheimers Lone sniper, I hold a microphone like a loaded rifle My domes brighter, all I spit from my skulls fire All thats missings a motorcycle with the chrome wires, spoke tires And yall are flow biters, so I dont gotta Explain why they call me your ghostwriter Im emptyin my book of rhymes Get em all off my pad, every thought that I had I said Im emptyin my book of rhymes Get em all off my pad, every thought that I had Havent used all the tricks I have, so like my balls, its in my bag I tend to get a little testy when Im mad But gift of gab and pen to pad turn temper tantrums into anthems Put lips to ass and kiss the cracks, spit your damnedest Youre still gonna hit the canvas Rippin rappers, veterans to whippersnappers Mr. Mathers is killin this shit, villainous wit with scant less Syllables rip the planet, biblical shits finna hit the fan Anybody wanna go tit for tats gonna get hit with that Then the amygdala hippocampus is gonna trigger the ignoramus To think of the most ridiculous shit to spit then Pit it against these pitiful rappers Insidious, these idiots wittiest shit against me shitty as MC Hammers Get your whole squad, send a task force in If you want it, youre bout to get what you asked for then Put your helmet on, strap your chin Youre bout to get you a crash course in Who not to start a motherfuckin rap war with Or to go against, fuck would you wanna do that for? No offense, but are you retards slow or dense? A fuckin penny has more sense Yeah, now you gotta get killed, but its not a big deal, but every thought is so ill And so methodical, thought I swallowed a pill Im starting to feel like Im an automobile With Barnacle Bill inside the car at the wheel Inside a carnival, cause Im plowin into everyone who wrote snidey articles And that explains why the fuck you clowns are all in my grill Joy and pain, fortune, fame, torture, shame, choice I made Swore someday the world would pay less to lose, more to gain, daughters raised Yesterday, glory days, adored and praised, ignored the hate Addressed the fake, toured with Dre, tore a page from Jordan came Destroyed the game before you came, enjoy your stay Before its gone away, but the more you claim that youre gonna point and aim If it joined a gang, your shit isnt going to bang Youre just boring, lame and more of the same You have an enormous chain, but a stormless brain The most you can form is rain Your shit is pointless, same as a scoreless game So, bitch, quit lyin, youre denyin like Mr. Porters name Borderline bipolar disorder since my stroller Eyes rollin back in my skull like Eli Porter Fire mortar rounds, Ayatollah, every iota I load up I owe to my motor mouth This is my note to self Sometimes youre gonna bomb So you just might have to blow yourself up with no ones help I just wrote it down in my book of rhymes Preemo, take us out Writin in my book of rhymes My book of rhymes, my book of rhymes Im, Im, Im, Im, Im, Im, Im eastside Writin in my book of rhymes My book of rhymes, my book of rhymes Im, Im, Im, Im, Im, Im, Im, Im, Im eastside136Embed

Groundhog Day Lyrics What is a nightmare? The dictionary tells us it is a terrifying dream, a nightmare I used to think I had bad luck, but I wasnt superstitious Til one day I grew suspicious When I stepped on a crack on Aunt Ednas stoop And got pooped on by a group of stupid pigeons Then we flew the coop to Michigan to start anew, but ditchin Missouri for Michigan didnt work So we moved back to Missouri from Michigan From Missouri back to Michigan Someone, put me out my misery, I cant do this again Mom, please stick to a decision Discipline, last thing I wanna do is listen Shes like Lex Luthor, bitchin’, her rules are Krypton-ite So the walls, I done lost my power to see through them bitches But I run into em, runnin through the kitchen Pretendin to be blind Superman, cause I had no supervision But I did have a super power though, I could turn into Invisible Kid Disappear out of sight like a true magician And one day Uncle Ronnie brought over this new but different Music into the picture, and it became my new religion I remember it clearly, even today Move back to Michigan again, to live with my Grandma Nan Always itchin for somethin to do, was flippin Through the radio stations one day And discovered this DJ who was mixin I say it to this day, if you aint listened to The Wizard You aint have a fuckin clue what you was missin Id zone out with my headphones All I remember doings wishin for shoes Fuck them stupid Pumas, bitch! Its all about them new edition Troops You get them LL Cool J coolin system Made that final manoeuvre to 8 Mile and Hoover And somehow I saw my future is in this Thats how I knew my mission Little boom box boomin, spittin Practicin numerous writtens When Id sit in my room, envisionin my dreams come to fruition I remember Proof would visit Couldnt wait to play him my new shit Hed go cuckoo ballistic, go through the roof for his shit Its like we knew the instant We touched a mic that both of us two existed To do this shit; never quit, too persistent Carved an underground empire Started a group of misfits, Proof had a proposition If we all band together, there aint no stoppin this shit Come up with aliases, bipolar opposites and Be ready to come off the top as sharp precision If you got dissed at the Shop, cause if they caught you slippin Theyd take your spot if someone got to rippin You, and you forgot your written Opportunity knocks once, it aint knockin again It tried ding-dong ditchin shit, I fuckin got that bitch in A headlock, cut off its oxygen, Slim Is not budgin like cocksuckin cinder blocks in the wind Now I got a pot to piss in Spot in that top position, koppin over the opposition Lookin like a dog thats pissin, leg up on the competition Promisin complete dominance, Sugar Ray Robinson Im in a league Muhammads in Alis my colleague bombin em Probably end up on top of em Stompin em like Ndamukong Im Russian like a Ukrainian, LaDainian Tomlinson Flow vomits in your face, competitors fall at my waist You spit a rhyme, I spit in a rhymes face So name the time, place To battle, bitch, Im still in that mind state Dont make me step on you and make you wine grapes Cry babies, maybe my way that I use words Is loose, but you turds better be careful how you choose yours Cause feelings scar but egos bruise worse And the truth hurts – shit, no wonder youre sore losers! Now wheres your poo, birds? Ooh, no more trippin in bird shit Songs of self-empowerment surgin Words of encouragement, but discouragin The rappers, the rap games god But the names not James Todd, Im just a wordsmith So let these words lift Cause all I got is bars for you dumbbells Since yours aint workin out, each verse is More merciless than the first is And you aint got to wear no shoes and shirt in this bitch To get served, bloodthirst revenge of the nerds, chka Know, too, that youll not escape my vengeance But the dumpy kid with them ears like Dumbos gone Word to Uncle Ron, Im turnin into a non-humble Don You blonde dumb hoes, all I got is dick for you to come blow on So start the show, but I need a drum roll fore I go on Better back away from the front row, get launched Show you Im bigger than Dikembe Mutumbo On the fuckin Jumbotron Im a juggernaut, you do not wanna rumble, you bomboclaats Ill leave you stretched out like a fuckin yawn So mow the fuckin lawn, your asses are blades of grass And Im fuckin up this whole landscape of rap The G.O.A.T. just ate eight acres, an eighth of that Was just to make a path And take it straight to your favorite rapper Oh, look, my notebook looks smoke-cooked Like the flow stood a foot over the flame on the stove, soot Charred debris floatin like Oakwood Was burnin, return of the no good and I wont quit And the next thing I know Something came crawling up from below Something that made Godzilla look like a blamed... And I dont quit, wont change Its like a Groundhogs Day So crowd around, yall, cause you may See if I popped your head Im a monster, mutt Ima turn into a monster Im a monster, mutt With my dick in your mouth all day! Im not so sure I want to know from whence it came But the white flesh creatures trail is easily followed There, before that shimmering veil of light, the ivory skin slug thing74Embed

Little Engine Lyrics I trust that everyone is enjoying the music As the title of the album suggests This was meant for your listening pleasure While you are being done in Call this evil intent, like me in a limo Like the shade in these windows Smoke gray, ladies go mental But no way they can see in though OJ blade is a pencil Propane tank in my cranium Code-name Titanium Temple I almost swallowed my car I call my Mercedes a Benzo Bitch, I ball like a baby Ball like J, but not Jay as in Jay-Z, J as in Leno Cause I got a huge mansion No, huge man chin, new Manson, loose cannon Too scandalous, Sue Atkins The kinda crazy you can’t fix Im still the one that your parents hate Im in your house eating carrot cake While I sit there and wait and I marinate I’m irritated, you bout to meet a scary fate And come home to find yourself starin straight into a fuckin barrel like Sharon Tate Dres on concerto while I narrate Yeah, you be on the straight and narrow like a fuckin arrow shape I be on a higher plane in aerospace With so much leg-room and air space on this airplane Unlike you cause youre on a flight too, but it’s a staircase Now, little engine go, finna vrin-vrin go I’m losin control Heroin and blow, Marilyn Monroe Overd-d-dose Time to Ri-Rick Roll, up the en-endo Like a win-window Little engine gone, little engine gone I am the top-selling, who cares? Stop dwelling, then stop yelling I’m not yelling, youre yelling Smart-aleck, goddamn it Fuck is that? Stop hammering, goddamn Thats what it sounds like in my brain Much as I fight to restrain I have the right to remain violent Any rhyme that I say can and will be used against you Icicle veins, micsll get slain Like they were strangled with bicycle chains You’re gonna have to come identify the remains Wait, what? I said my head is twisted like a bread tie Cant get a fuckin word in edgewise Success overnight like a red-eye Dressed like a Jedi at a Best Buy on the Westside Im hot, dawg No, youre not, Im the guy with the Oscar at Meijers In appliances by the washers and dryers Chick ran up like, Marshall on fire I looked down and said, No, Im not, youre a liar She said, No, your music Heard youre back with the Doctor, then I heard Now, little engine go, finna vrin-vrin go Im losin control Heroin and blow, Marilyn Monroe Overd-d-dose Time to Ri-Rick Roll, up the en-endo Like a win-window Little engine gone, little engine gone Psycho killer, Michael, Thriller My flow apeshit, I go-rilla My flow still a psycho killer Hi ho, Silver Similes and idioms giddy up I think I can, I think I can I know I can, psycho I am Michael, my knife go right hand In my left hand, I hold mic stand Little engine gone Chicka-ch-ch-chill, I got z-z-zero, zero, zip, zip, zilch Like Kaepernick, I got kn-kn-kneel Word to Goodwill-will, this must be how bein hood rich feels Was a ghetto boy, now I ball out like Bushwick Bill Finna take you out like an outro Bruce Wayne and Alfred, look out, ho Blueface meets Albert DeSalvo Balboa with a scalpel Scoundrel hound with a mouth full of Alpo, now go Little engine go, finna vrin-vrin go Im losin control Heroin and blow, Marilyn Monroe Overd-d-dose Time to Ri-Rick Roll, up the en-endo Like a win-window Little engine gone, little engine gone62Embed

In Your Head Lyrics Whats in your head, in your head Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie Whats in your head, in your head Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie, oh Im packin up my shit, as much shit in the car as I can fit And Im just drivin as far as I can get Away from these problems til all of my sorrows I forget Whats tomorrow like? Cause tonight Im startin life again Get to the corner and stop, fuck am I goin? Besides psycho when I fantasize startin my whole life over Yeah right, oh and I might go and Get hypnotized so I dont even recognize no one I try to look alive but theres nothin like holdin Your head up high when youre dead inside and I just died, so in Case youre wonderin why are my insides showin Cause I done spilled all my guts and those are mine, so Im Pickin em up and stuffin em back Fuck it, Ive done enough in this rap shit Recovery brought me nothin but back To right where I was and perhaps This coulda been my victory lap, if I wasnt on the verge of relapse Whats in your head, in your head Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie Whats in your head, in your head Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie, oh It seems to be the reoccurring main theme The shit I would daydream as a kid, I was eighteen I went from an irate teenager to still raging As an adult, amazing: back then I put anything Into the rhyme, whether it was sad, mad, happy or angry I spit it, the mainstream, I hit it Yay me, I did it! …Did what? Hailie, baby, I didnt mean to make you eighty Percent of what I rapped about Maybe I shoulda did a better job at separating Shady and entertaining from real life But this fame thing is still the hardest thing to explain Its the craziest shit I Ever seen, and back then it was like I aint even Bothered taking into consideration You one day being older and may hear me say things I didn’t mean and just ain’t me Okay, so ladies and gentlemen Lets strip away everything and see the main reason that I Feel like a lame piece of shit, I sound cranky and bitter Complain, beef and bicker bout the same things Cause when I look at me, I dont see what they see I feel ashamed, greedy And lately Ive been contemplating Escaping to get away and go wherever this road takes me Its making me crazy, whats in my— Whats in your head, in your head Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie Whats in your head, in your head Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie, oh120Embed

In Too Deep Lyrics This could never work, is what we said at first But whatever this is, its working But were in two different worlds and Im not your husband , you aint my girlfriend All I know is that When Im with you, Im a different person, yeah And I aint never met a chick as perfect Girl, youre a ten, so here I am Laying here with her again Thinking bout you Shes asleep, youre texting me around two Crying face emoji, you say, This is me without you Were sneaking out to meet at cheap hotel rooms or Sex in the car, then Ill text you tomorrow Do I question it? Nah, no objection at all Cause both of us are still involved, so As Im peelin off, all Im thinking bout is Im not happy here , with her Rather have you , rather have me too Cause youre not happy there , with him Rather have me , we’re just in too deep Youre laying there with him, thinking bout me Hes asleep, you say, Lets meet around three You went to leave the house, he caught you sneaking out, now hes freaking out You thought he was sleepin soundly, woah You say youre going for a drive, you dont question him When he stumbles in, like, Where the fuck youve been? Then you pump his ear with what he wants to hear Tell him you love him, yeah, wipe each others tears But its been a couple years since we been doin dirt You or my girl, dont wanna see either of you get hurt But now the lines are getting super blurred Cant tell if Im cheating on her with you or cheating on you with her But really, nobodys at fault, cant help who you love Hope they dont overhear us talk Cause we both are getting sloppy Probably subconsciously part of mes hoping we get caught cause Im not happy here , with her Rather have you , rather have me too Cause youre not happy there , with him Rather have me , we’re just in too deep Were laying here with them, thinking bout us Cause now when we get home, we get jealous Of each other being someone elses Call us Long John Silvers cause we selfish But I just wanna see ya Dont care if its at the Ritz or Motel 6 If Im there with ya, rich or poor When Im laying here with ya, it could be the kitchen floor I could stay in bed with ya starin at ya til the morn I just wanna be your secret lover, yeah Id rather share ya than to not have you at all So once a year or twice a month Im here if you want it Yeah, Im open season And Im always game, so I keep it a hundred, dear, haha Cause we could never be each others everythings, you got a wedding ring So its him instead of me, but Ill be your second string, now and forever because Im not happy here , with her Rather have you , rather have me too Cause youre not happy there , with him Rather have me , we’re just in too deep 47Embed

Remember Me? Lyrics Remember me? Seven executions Remember me? I have no remorse Remember me? Im high-powered Remember me? I drop bombs, like Hiroshima For this one, they scream X, you retarded?! Cause I grab the mic and get down like syndrome Hide and roam into the masses Without boundaries, which qualifies me For the term “universal” without no rehearsal I leak words thats controversial Like Im not the one you wanna contest, see Cause Ill hit your ass like the train did that bitch That got banned from TV, heavyweight getup Hit you, watch your whole head split up Loco is the motion, we comin through Hollow-tips is the lead the .45 threw Remember me? Throw ya gunz in the air! Remember me? Slam! Slam! Remember me? Nigga, bacdafucup! Remember me? Chka-chka-Onyx! Niggas that take no for an answer get told no Yeah, I been told no, but it was more like “No! No! No!” Lifes a bitch, met her, fuck you if you let her Better come better than better to be a competitor This vet is ahead of the shit, its all redder, you deader and deader A medic instead of the cheddars and credda Settle vendetta with metal Beretta from ghetto to ghetto Evidence, nope, never leave a shred of I got the soul of every rapper in me, love me or hate me My moms got raped by the industry and made me Im the illest nigga ever, I told you I get more pussy than them dyke bitches Total Want beef, nigga? Pbbt, you better dead that shit My name should be Cant-Believe-That-Nigga-Said-That-Shit Probably sayin he aint a killer, but Im killin myself Smoke death, fuck bitches raw on the kitchen floor So think what Ima do to you, have done to you Got niggas in my hood whod do that shit for a blunt or two What you wanna do? Cocksuckers, we Glock busters Til the cops cuff us, gon start ruckus and drop blockbusters Round the clock hustlers, you cannot touch us Im gettin wires, niggas wantin me dead Wantin my head, you think it could be somethin I said? Remember me? I just dont give a fuck! Remember me? Yeah, fuck you too! Remember me? Im low down and Im shifty! Remember me? Im Shady! When I go out, Ima go out shootin I dont mean when I die, I mean when I go out to the club, stupid! Im tryin to clean up my fuckin image So I promised the fuckin critics I wouldnt say “fuckin” for six minutes Six minutes, Slim Shady, youre on! My babys mom, bitch made me an angry blonde So I made me a song, killed her and put Hailie on I may be wrong, I keep thinkin these crazy thoughts In my cranium, but Im stuck with a crazy mom Is she really on as much dope as you say shes on? Came home and somebody musta broke in the back window And stole two loaded machine guns and both of my trench coats Six sick dreams of picnic scenes Two kids, sixteen, with M-16s and ten clips each And them shits reach through six kids each And Slim gets blamed in Bill Clints speech to fix these streets?! Fuck that! Pbbt, you faggots can vanish to volcanic ash And reappear in hell with a can of gas and a match Aftermath, Dre, grab the gat, show em where its at! Dont you remember me?! Remember me?! Remember me?! Remember me!! 43Embed

Remind Me Lyrics Yo! I bust in, devilish grin, disgustin Asshole, freckled cheeks and a butt-chin Callin all party animals, get On the floor when I pop up on some Whac-A-Mole shit In search of a chick whos stacked and so thick And implants are so big She can hang me up on that rack, big ol tits Like Anna Nicole Smith Bodys bananas and sass to go with I spot you at first glance and go shit! You wearin those pants that dont fit That butt wont ever give up Thats why you stick it out no matter what, huh? Cause you got an ass that wont quit So, get on the horn, my saxophone Grab hold of my instrument, get a grasp, and blow whee You just laugh and go heehee Cause youre just as nasty so thats appropriate Thats why— I love you, cause you remind me of me Thats why I love you, cause youre like me I said I love you, cause you remind me of me Thats why I love you, cause youre like me, nasty You know, Im wearin a new shirt tonight too With me on it Im lookin at your tight rear like a sightseer Your booty is heavy duty like diarrhea The plans to bring you to my house Youre drinkin Jack and Beam Im thinkin soon this trampll lean so we should bounce But youre outta your tube-top If youre thinkin that mi casa es su casa Yeah, youre a cute fox Perfect ten so back that up like a moonwalk Girl, youre smokin like Snoop Dogg But you must be tokin if you think youre takin over my quarters There goes the dime into the jukebox Two shots of blue Hpnotiq and soon Ill Turn this pool hall to a barroom brawl So, Rick, scratch on the break like the cue ball Turn the volume all the way up on your boombox And excuse the locker room talk, Im just too raw But apparently, so are you, ma Cause you just kicked me in the balls and told me to screw off And thats why— I love you, cause you remind me of me Thats why I love you, cause youre like me I said I love you, cause you remind me of me Thats why I love you, cause youre like me, nasty Said Can I take you home, where we can be alone? Shorty, you the shit, girl, I ordered you to sit I know youre probably feelin me more than you admit Pull up a chair, sweetie, let me order you a drink I only go to meetings court-ordered from a shrink So from the bottom to the top, floor to ceilin You aint run of the mill, youre one in a million Cause real tits are still fun But everybody knows fake tits are still better than real ones So come and spend the night with the guy most are terrified of But tonight, curiosity overrides ya Beside ya fired up like a starter pistol Crystal, lets slide hon, tonight Im your pilot Cause you should be up in the sky, girl Youre so fucking fly, you belong in the mile high club So come on, baby, the nights young Dont string me along, Im high-strung We might wind up on mound like were tryin for the Cy Young Fuckin fore we get to the house Screwin our brains out like changing a lightbulb Thats why I like ya, cause Im crazy just like ya Now every time I get brain, you screw mine up I barely can think straight, your head game is a mindfuck So ready, set, aim and fire Yes, babe, I’m fallin in like, thats kinda, why I love I love you, cause you remind me of me Thats why I love you, cause youre like me I said I love you, cause you remind me of me Thats why I love you, cause youre like me, nasty 73Embed

Never Love Again Lyrics I could be with anybody, I choose you Still, its no excuse to abuse you But no one knows what Im goin through, so Id use you To be truthful, I wouldnt know what to do if I lose you So I refuse to, might have a screw loose and a fuse blew But I think I might be buildin up a tolerance to you Cause one minute Im hollerin, Screw you Next, I take it back, guess you can say Im tryna unscrew you But the shits about to pop off, yeah, I feel you up Then I got you totally open as soon as I take your top off Youre so hard to resist, you knock my socks off My friends say youre bad for me, hogwash Ill never love again The way I loved you Did you find someone new? Are you doin this with them? Cause I remember when Still remember when you was mine, yeah We were inseparable at one time, yeah You know my love for you was undying, yeah Used to always have my back Some days it feels like youre all that I have Thats why Im tryna hold onto you for as long as I can And you just want me for my money so I got you wrapped all in saran Damn, talk about eatin out the palm of my hand But if not for my financials I wouldnt have you anyways, there have been ample Plenty days, where Im just in a daze and I cant pull Myself up out this rut and youre so much of a handful I can only take so much of you all at one time Because too much of yous just too much to swallow sometimes Gotta take you in doses, but when youre not at my side I shake in convulsions, separation anxiety cause we may be the closest Yeah, baby, we hopeless, dont we make an atrocious Combination? We know, its like playin with explosives Quite dangerous though, but my brains in hypnosis Such a wide range of emotions Migraines, but why the fuck am I takin these MOTRINs? Ibuprofens, like a drop of rain in the ocean And youre my fix on the days when Im broken But the shits about to go sideways, I just know it Ill never love again The way I loved you Did you find someone new? Are you doin this with them? Cause I remember when Still remember when you was mine, yeah We were inseparable at one time, yeah You know my love for you was undying, yeah Used to always have my back So I spiral downwardly cause Im too cowardly to leave you Head is clouded in a fallacy, but in reality Somehow it seems like when I lay me down to sleep Im counting sheep Youre bound to creep Cause every time I turn around, you keep runnin out on me Youre my Xanax and my valium, Im an addict, youre a downer Youre my habit, its like I found you in the cabinet But its like I cant uncap it cause its childproof A scoundrel and fiends how I feel around you Awful, every time I lost you, felt like I had you in my pocket Now Im flippin over the furniture, punchin holes in the walls through Everything that weve gone through How many times youve fucked me But the way it felt for me to be on top when I was on you Swore my fealty, but word to G.O.D I thought you loved me, bitch, you tried to kill me, Im getting off you Quit callin for me, hard proofs how I respond to The Ambien and Tylenols too Fuck all you Fuckin bitch Were done91Embed

Shady CXVPHER Lyrics KXNG Crooked, Eastside, Long Beach, California My name is KXNG Crooked I snap on you rappers often When Im spazzin Im just gettin my passionate point across Like a hood cat clappin his hands when he talkin Now that I got your attention, I feel I should really mention Dont come around here flossin, Big Willies, we Willie Lynch em Pull out the chopper, rappers hittin the ground Like every bar is a bullet, when I pull it, it sound like Ba-da-da-da-da-da-da a couple of bullets are comin your way then it jam Like god damn Then I pick up somethin quicker, start killin everything in the vicinity The proximity, the Glocksimity, we on Yosemite Sam Bam, bam your body drop, Van Damme, karate chop The Berettas a better competitor Pop pop turn your sweater to a crop top Killin you and whoever in that drop top Etcetera, etcetera and it will not stop Just shoot, shoot like doot doot And beaucoup, beaucoup, Im cuckoo Im a star goin to war with you clones like Count Dooku Im worlds apart from you rappers Like I walk in the booth rockin a biosuit made of plastic And NASAs galactic elastic travelin through space, interstellar rapping Broadcastin from uninhibited planets When I come back, thats it You see a flash in the sky, its that nigga, I When I land, you wack niggas die And your casket is your last hit You wack bitch, fuckin bastard Back to the hand clappin You die quicker than Darren Wilson walkin through Ferguson Dressed like the grand dragon of the Klan Passin niggas with pants saggin With they hand on a black Magnum To clap him backwards So their last words is kcuf meht nmad saggin Thats backwards for fuck them damn niggas Buck them damn triggers You charge us, bodies fill up them damn Rivers Cause everybody wanna be the best rapper alive But I only like dead rappers Compare me to the best rappers who died And you rappers I used to look up to I gotta cancel you now Like Simon Cowell, I cant let you ex-factors survive Nah, the times right and they finally limelightin the god of this rhyme writin My mic can only be likened to Poseidons trident and Zeus lightnin strike And my metaphors are what Thor was to the Norse viking Im a born titan and at-point kill em like swordfightin Im slicin organs with songwritin, I dwarf giants I hope Im rubbin you pussies wrong sort of like poor dykin I smoke philosophy, I snort science That mean Im higher than higher learnin, look in my eyes Thats where the fires burnin Try to deny a music messiahs returnin You die and you fry in my iron furnace I am on my get rich or die tryin like when Em was signin Curtis Cause I am murderous Joe Budden, Jersey City, New Jersey Now we can do this a couple of different ways, it really depends Could give them classic NY jeans over the Timbs Or I could spit about my car and how it sit on the rims Or I could tell you why Im hot and disappear like MIMS But the bars there, put that on God, ask a atheist And if I aint the bomb at least Im in the blast radius Im beating these kids indictment, shit, I like the terror APB on my actions, Im in the viking era Moment of truth, I give you facts right now Fuck this cypher, my mind aint on rap right now So its fuck metaphors and punches, all the witty shit Got a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip Face says I been stressed I got an aunt getting her ass kicked by MS Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for the promo Shit that bothered from the start Cause the cancer left his lungs and its on my grandfathers heart Yeah, just not the side that the beat is on Im supposed to put that to the side when the beat is on Im planning the funeral, Im getting the hearse ready These niggas only wanna ask me if the verse is ready Not a how do I feel, not a how do I deal If that’s life, then nigga, how is it real? These last couple of days Ive been speaking to my peers Giving them cries for help, I guess they need to see the tears But wait, wildest part of all of that is Theyll shoot a suicidal rapper right here on the bridge But fuck it, gotta pardon em, shout out to my squad and em House Gang, Shady, Im gone, nigga, my job is done Yelawolf, Gadsden, Alabama My name is Wayne, Im from Alabama Heres the back story: I just fell off the turnip truck with Ernest Tubb Im 33, Ive got 3 kids and I just popped 3 pills I dont know which ones which or what its for Safety aint really a habit Ive formed I still smoke to the cigarette butt I still drink till I end up being that klutz Clumsy, self-destructive dummy Stumbling over my words, mumbling Ill probably do it tonight Leave the bar, leave the car And pass out like a fetus in a jar with my feet up to the stars And dream about that light that leads up to the lord I have nightmares about my momma getting beat up in the yard Wake up feeling like half a human Hit the studio and unleash this guilt and regret For my lack of union between rap, you and the rock and roll community But unity between country music and MCs, Im claiming immunity Still Im working, sawing, milling this tree Building this house exactly the way Charlemagne tha god and Lord Jamar thought it would be Wait a minute... the lord and the god hate me Jesus Christ, I am the white devil! Nah... Im still working, sawing, milling this tree Building this house exactly the way I thought it should be Wanna take a tour? Lets see Ive got floor-to-ceiling windows and a cabin-style mansion Bucks, bears, trucks, boats, tires, spares, four-wheelers Three-wheelers, two-wheelers, a drug dealer on call Plaques on the wall, racks on the wall for my guns on the wall Lift kits, low riders, chop shops, hi tops, low tops, cowboy boots Dixie flags, American flags, Slumerican tags on my Slumerican ass CEO Ive got my name on the bathrobe, and the flame on the back porch is lit Guess whos coming to dinner? André 3000 and Hank the Third, go figure Ive got two stand-up jetskis, a top pedigree horse, just to pet and feed of course Who rides a horse in Nashville? I might Ive got bicycles for the kids, tricycles for the babies M-80s, bottle rockets, bottles in my pocket Moonshine, gold watches, gold rings All fake, no bling, dont hate, thats my thing Ive got new clothes, old clothes, vintage, tremendous, endless style Goodwill loves me Mackle-more than you Ive got flat screen TVs, with skate videos on repeat All the latest CDs, mp3s, and Beats by Dre Thank you very much, Jimmy Iovine for the check Ive got a black woman fine as she can be FeFe with a ring on her finger that could give sight to the blind A 5, a 10, a couple hundreds layin on the counter I dont know where that came from I got artwork from hard work, yardworkers for yard work Dont look under the tarp, sir Im growin weed for my mama there Ive got a paved driveway and photos in the hallway of me on my Harley And I did it my way See, hip-hop is what you make of it And Im makin a lot of it See thats a quadruple entendre, Jay Z eat your heart out Joell Ortiz, Brooklyn, New York But these cyphers? I treat em like they a war; dont want no mediators Nah, this that grow up in the Ps behavior, next door to the greasy neighbors People thank you, I do this for all the mean creators I was someone who never needed favors to get where Im at Now they deem me a savior But to be honest I aint feelin like that, man I just really like rap Yall lucky, trust me Im opposite the hands of Sandusky With the shit that my pen state, these rappers cant touch me Ugly? Shit, you serious? Im hideous I was better than all you silly kids while trying to figure out just who I really is As a younger dude, life was somethin rude I barely made it to the first like a Cutler move No rubber groove on my shoes led to fights, so suspensions I had 3 in one week, yeah that was public school Did I say 3 in 1? Thats funny cause theres 4 of us in the Slaughter Thats a 3 and 1, I learned that in public school too Like whats in between a 3 and 1 and House Gang, I spoke to all 3 on 1 call Like I dropped 2 albums and #3 is 1 second from bein done Just need yall 3 to send me 1 verse apiece For this Heatmakerz beat and Brothers Keeper 1 Simple mathematics, Im addin up to all these rap addicts I dont like to divide dough so I multiply flow And subtract maggots Like a brand new Craftmatic, boy Im back at it Smokin these new boys like my last habit Dabnabbit I tried to quit but everything I kicks like the last dragon Hoes suckin my drummer dick, they on my bandwagon I just gotta laugh cause yall pushin a lot of swag Im pushin this big ole Hearse, dont get body bagged Royce Da 59, Detroit, gah These new rappers be askin me Why I dont be hangin out where they be hangin out I tell em, I say, Lil nigga, listen here; If I dont got no business there, I dont got no business there See theres a difference here You hustlin so you can be seen Nigga Im grindin so I can disappear I dont do it like other rappers do When its on time, its skull and bone signs at the stu We got guns you only find on your cheat code screen If you think I remind you of any of these niggas you wildin out Like Chico Bean When theres drama I dont ask no questions, I just clap in that direction I look at this gat like its a actual accessory Im anti-social so relax when you step to me Nigga I shoot the breeze with actual weaponry Your lil stare downs wont fare well I got a pale conscience, Im the grey area The last person I had a bond with was a bail bondsman Now imagine me hangin with yall and we rappin on the same song Nigga Id rather juggle a couple of chainsaws Or run through hell with a pair of gasoline Hanes on Im a star but not on some I wanna be a star kinda shit The only celebrity who give a fuck less than me is Marshawn Lynch Glock in the stash as a backup but the MACll burst Cripple your style, your first born childll come out With a colostomy bag as the afterbirth I dont give a fuck Nigga Ill show up to Beyonces show posin as Jay Z Stagger in your studio session with a bomb strapped to my chest Lookin like Omarion holdin his baby Jump in the 4 door Mercedes with a .44 listenin to JoJo and K-Ci Drinkin and sniffin enough blow that it got me thinkin I can exchange sicknesses Maybe, this ebola for rabies Thats it, just livin the rapper life Banana clip in the air, lookin like its bout to start singin its MAC tonight MACs, I use this MAC as a component for thugs rollin up I got this MAC on and you better stay in that corner Cause shit can turn into that song except I dont give a fuck what day it is Ill have this club goin up, fuck with me Mack magnet, attractin enormous green Slap this clip in this gat then call this arm Christy Mack Cause this bitch is that war machine Life of a giant, but who needs size when youre wack and your teams soft Drag your girl down this hill til she admits that it feels like shes jackin the beanstalk We both got marketing plans Yours is to sell records and try to net more than you gross before Mine is to punch you in your face if you ever disrespect me And then go and invest into a grocery store Rolled up with the Smith & Wesson and drew on you like lets fight now I do numbers, I turn you and your crew into two plumbers Translation, get your shit together and pipe down Fuck a mic, I dont write, I chew and spit Ill shoot you and your sis if you insist I got my eyes on the sparrow Silencers so big it look like I got Bobby Shmurda tied to the front of the barrel And he doin this My name is Marshall. Im reppin that motherfuckin Motor City, bitch I just turned Slaughterhouse to a quintet Began to trend-set, murdered a friends pet Made shit as ill as it can get went in-depth Like a fucking vignette and two bars skins wet Im already covered in sweat and I wasnt even ready to come in yet AHH, let me set this drink down Beat up a gal, start beef with her pal Probably be wild til Im wrinkled and senile And Rap God was a freestyle Off the top of the dome piece while I was sleep on the couch And Im freestyling now I need a towel, sweat leaks from my brow Its burning my eyes, my cerebral is foul Cause shit Im thinking about should be illegal I need my head banned like the guy who left Cleveland Ohio And went to South Beach with his talents Scream fuck you on the way out and wink with a smile This whole game can eat a dick, Im going back deep underground But right now Im back on that bullshit and you Im singling out Cause youre so fucking outdated you should mingle a while What the fuck is this Klusterfuk of busters? Bunch of Buster Douglas, motherfuckers is one hit wonders One swing and youre crowned Knocked one out the park, one catchy jingle and now You think you fucking with me cause you sold like 300 thou? Bitch, I can jump without my feet ever leaving the ground Reach up, swing from a cloud with 3 thousand people around Evil and vile enough to leap in the crowd And heave a child in a sinkhole on Cinco de Mayo When Im sprinkled in pico de gallo Mardi Gras beads in a towel I just made that up I dont know much Spanish, Im not bilingual But Ill show you a Mexican stand off Between just these two amigos Cause neither really wants to say what were thinking out loud But I sure as fuck think I know how to read body English, no doubt Cause were trying to kill each other, but lyrically The fuck is humility? What is a real emcee? Royce, he came up in this shit with me Never spit that hustler shit, it wasnt a fit for me Let them adjust til they just get the gist of me Just not giving a fuck and plus with the history Of muscular distrophy, it wasnt a mystery Why this middle finger was stuck in this upward positioning So what in the fuck is a list to me? Im used to not being on it, I expect it out em Heck wit em, I get my respect without em Aint really been into diamonds since I put my first record out But I could put a chain around my second album And wear it as a neck medallion Became a millionaire, went downhill from there Became civil, office swivel chair, sterling silverware Screaming life is still unfair til I get a real career The fuck am I gonna do until then? This job is too fulfilling Two ga-jillion pairs of super villain shoes to fill in A mood to kill till I plow my Coupe de Ville Into some children at the food pavilion at Build-A-Bear Warriors mind, I’m pro-hydrocodone euphoria In the Drug Emporium line, Im soaring Im pouring Vicodin four at a time ignoring the warning signs on em fore I go four wheeler riding Gory and violent, horrifying You surely wont find no one more abhorring Than I am with this retaliatory of rhyming for Gloria Steinem But I finger her like a witness, show me a line-up I usually am abusive, but excuse me, maam I guess I mustve threw you for a loop like Toucan Sam When I said I could use the sample cause yous a tramp But look how you react to this trigger like When I call you a bigger dyke than the Hoover Dam Youre playing right into Lex Luthors hand Its such a ruthless plan, might even lose a fan But fuck it, Superman wouldnt change in a phone booth for Stan Im a brand new being like Grand Pubas band Happy as Anderson Cooper having a tuba crammed In his pooper with lubricant...wait, thats too... I cant Since honesty is the best policy Ill give you the old college try Try to acknowledge my mistakes, probably wont qualify As a gentleman and a scholar, but its time that I swallow pride And say that Im sorry, sorry I cant apologize I think of all them times I compromised my bottom lines And thought of rhymes that sodomized your daughters minds Then Im like dollar signs But I may fight for gay rights especially if they dyke Is more of a knockout than Janay Rice Play nice, bitch, Ill punch Lana Del Rey right In the face twice like Ray Rice in broad daylight In plain sight of the elevator surveillance Til her head is banged on the railing Then celebrate with the Ravens Never date an assailant who self-medicates with inhalants Id meditate, but I may need a better way to escape The aggression, rage and the anger Cause leg restraints on the ankles Heavy weights and an anchor with handcuffs in chains Just aint enough to contain it But Id still get the same respect as Jay if I came on Stage in a fucking negligée everyday and Liz Claiborne Devastated from breakup with Kate Hudson Wait slut, your friends, what are they gonna say Cause makeup aint gonna cover That eye thats seven-eighths of the way shut Peppersprayed with your face cut Made my bank like a lay up Off these effing skanks on the way up Oh, bitch thinks shes heaven-sent Its evident that she aint never been with seven inches Yes, I said seven, I measured it Seven inches from the floor While Im standing on the fourth floor balcony At the Sheraton while Im stretching it Bitch, Im a pimp so a limp dick is all youll ever get So if shes hesitant to get the hint Ill bet you that I get the message sent who shes messing with Hella quick when I tell a chick not to ever use sex as a weapon When I step in and beat the wretched wench with a crescent wrench Existential detriment to a lesbian devil And the unpleasant stench of an estrogen level A separatist like a Chechnian rebel Impressionist with a pencil A pessimist, with his lips pressed against The edge of this Red Bull Pedal to the metal Im rippin this shit cause right away Ill give it to a bitch like a pedestrian, deadly as ever You see what kind of effects she has on the opposite sex when I push her flexible little sexy ass through a plate of plexiglass SHADYXV as perplexing as The last fifteen years and Im predicting my next relapse When I spit these lyrics so dont look at me weird When I start shifting gears and shit re-smears all over Britney Spears And these little Disney queers Who use chicks for beards? Just made that up too... Oh and the Shady 2.0 We wrote it in roman numerals like they do for the Super Bowls Cause its supposed to confuse you hoes So flows lose you as usual, so juvenile 2 year old when I go to the studio Its only music but dont be foolish though You dont know me through it ho but you can blow me to it though In my homies Buick Been known to lose it though so if I overdo it you drove me to it When I step in the vocal booth like Im supposed to do And murder you on a fuckin track like Tony Stewart In one take, if I fuck up and I dont redo it You couldnt sound grown on a beat if you were moaning to it The day I dont say fuck you all, you can throw me through it Rootinest-tootinest, shootin this from the hip With the sentiments, Eminem isnt penning them for the women Im an enemy to them and the epitome of an inconsiderate idiot But they consider me equivalent to chlamydia They tryna get rid of me gadzooks But I stiggity stand for the figgity flag Of the United States and the freedom, I distribute these raps through And if I catch you doing anything Hindering or prohibiting that after I get me the Tattoo of your lips on my ass Ima be literally Pickin up and deliberately whippin the Statue of Liberty at you, woooh! 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Talkin’ 2 Myself Lyrics Ayo, before I start this song, man I just wanna thank everybody for being so patient And bearing with me over these last couple of years While I figure this shit out Is anybody out there? It feels like Im talkin to myself No one seems to know my struggle And everything Ive come from Can anybody hear me? Yeah, I guess I keep talkin to myself It feels like Im goin insane Am I the one whos crazy? Yeah, woah-woah, woah-woah Woah-woah, woah-woah, woah-woah So why in the world do I feel so alone? Nobody but me, Im on my own Is there anyone out there who feels the way I feel? If there is, then lend me an ear Just so I know that Im not the only one I went away, I guess, and opened up some lanes But there was no one who even knew I was goin through growin pains Hatred was flowin through my veins, on the verge of goin insane I almost made a song dissin Lil Wayne Its like I was jealous of him cause of the attention he was gettin I felt horrible about myself, he was spittin And I wasnt, anyone who was buzzin back then coulda got it Almost went at Kanye too, God, it Feels like Im goin psychotic, thank God that I didnt do it Ida had my ass handed to me, and I knew it But Proof wasnt here to see me through it Im in the booth, poppin another pill, tryna talk myself into it Are you stupid? Youre gon start dissin people for no reason? Specially when you cant even write a decent punchline even? Youre lyin to yourself Youre slowly dyin, youre denyin, your health Is declinin with your self-esteem, youre cryin out for help Is anybody out there? It feels like Im talkin to myself No one seems to know my struggle And everything Ive come from Can anybody hear me? Yeah, I guess I keep talkin to myself It feels like Im goin insane Am I the one whos crazy? Yeah So why in the world do I feel so alone? Nobody but me, Im on my own Is there anyone out there who feels the way I feel? If there is, then lend me an ear Just so I know that Im not the only one Marshall, youre no longer the man, thats a bitter pill to swallow All I know is Im wallowing, self-loathing and hollow Bottoms up on the pill bottle Maybe Ill hit my bottom tomorrow My sorrow echoes in this hall though But I must be talkin to the wall though, I dont see nobody else But all these other rappers suck is all that I know Ive turned into a hater, I put up a false bravado But Marshall is not an egomaniac, thats not his motto Hes not a desperado, hes desperate His thoughts are bottled inside him One foot on the brake, one on the throttle Fallin asleep with writers block in the parkin lot of McDonalds But instead of feeling sorry for yourself, do something bout it Admit you got a problem, your brain is clouded You pouted long enough It isnt them, its you, you fuckin baby! Quit worryin bout what they do, and do Shady Im fuckin goin crazy Is anybody out there? It feels like Im talkin to myself No one seems to know my struggle And everything Ive come from Can anybody hear me? Yeah, I guess I keep talkin to myself It feels like Im goin insane Am I the one whos crazy? Yeah So why in the world do I feel so alone? Nobody but me, Im on my own Is there anyone out there who feels the way I feel? If there is, then lend me an ear Just so I know that Im not the only one So I picked myself up off the ground And fuckin swam fore I drowned Hit my bottom so hard I bounced twice, suffice, this time around Its different, them last two albums didnt count Encore, I was on drugs; Relapse, I was flushin em out Ive come to make it up to you now, no more fuckin around I got somethin to prove to fans, cause I feel like I let em down So please accept my apology, I finally feel like Im back to normal I feel like me again, let me formally Reintroduce myself to you for those of you who dont know The new mes back to the old me And homie, I dont show no signs of slowin up Oh, and Im blowin up all over My life is no longer a movie, but the show aint over, homos Im back with a vengeance, homie Weezy, keep ya head up, T.I., keep ya head up Kanye, keep ya head up, dont let up Just keep slayin them, rest in peace to DJ AM Cause I know what its like I struggle with this shit every single day, and um… Is anybody out there? It feels like Im talkin to myself No one seems to know my struggle And everything Ive come from Can anybody hear me? Yeah, I guess I keep talkin to myself It feels like Im goin insane Am I the one whos crazy? Yeah So why in the world do I feel so alone? Nobody but me, Im on my own Is there anyone out there who feels the way I feel? If there is, then lend me an ear Just so I know that Im not the only one So there it is, damn Feels like I just woke up or something I guess I just forgot who the fuck I was, man Ayo, and to anybody I thought about going at It was never nothing personal It was just some shit I was going through And to everybody else, Im back! Ha-ha 65Embed

My Mom Lyrics Yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Okay! Alright, aight, aight, aight, aight Yo, yo Alright, Ima lay the chorus first Here we go now! My mom loved Valium and lots of drugs Thats why I am like I am cause Im like her Because my mom loved Valium and lots of drugs Thats why Im on what Im on cause Im my mom! My mom, my mom, I know youre probably tired Of hearin bout my mom, oh-ho, whoa-ho But this is just a story of when I was just a shorty And how I became hooked on Va-aliu-um Valium was in everything, food that I ate The water that I drank, fuckin peas in my plate She sprinkled just enough of it to season my steak So every day Id have at least three stomachaches Now tell me, what kind of mother would want to see her Son grow up to be an undera-fuckin-chiever? My teacher didnt think I was gonna be nothin either What the fuck you stickin gum up under the fuckin seat for? Mrs. Mathers, your son has been huffin ether Either that or the motherfuckers been puffin reefer But all this huffin and puffin wasnt what it was either It was neither, I was buzzin but it wasnt what she thought Pee in a teacup? Bitch, you aint my keeper, Im sleepin What the fuck you keep on fuckin with me for? Slut, you need to leave me the fuck alone, I aint playin Go find you a white crayon and color a fuckin zebra! My mom loved Valium and lots of drugs Thats why I am like I am cause Im like her Because my mom loved Valium and lots of drugs Thats why Im on what Im on cause Im my mom! Wait a minute, this aint dinner, this is paint thinner! You ate it yesterday, I aint hear no complaints, did I? Now heres a plate full of painkillers, now just wait Til I crush the Valium and put it in your potatoes You little motherfucker, Ill make you sit there and make That retarded fuckin face without even tastin it You better lick the fuckin plate, you aint wastin it Put your face in it fore I throw you in the basement again And I aint givin in, youre gonna just sit there In one fuckin place, finnickin til next Thanksgiving And if you still aint finished it, Ill use the same shit again Then when I make spinach dip, itll be placed in the shit You little shit, wanna sit there and play innocent? A rack fell and hit me in K-Mart and they witnessed it Child support, your father, he aint sent the shit And so what if he did? Its none of your dang business, kid! My mom Theres no one else quite like my mom I know I should let bygones be bygones But shes the reason why I am high on what Im high on, cause— My mom loved Valium and lots of drugs Thats why I am like I am cause Im like her Because my mom loved Valium and lots of drugs Thats why Im on what Im on cause Im my mom! My mom loved Valium, now all I am Is a party animal, I am what I am But Im strong to the finish with me Valium spinach But my buzz only lasts about two minutes But I dont wanna swallow it without chewin it I cant even write a rhyme without you in it My Valium, my Vaaaaaa-liummmm, ohh! Man, I never thought that I could ever be A drug addict, naw, fuck that, I cant have it happen to me But thats actually what has ended up happenin A tragedy, the fuckin past ended up catchin me And its probably where I got acquainted with the taste, aint it? Pharmaceuticals are the bomb, Mom, beautiful She killed the fuckin dog with the medicine she done fed it Feed it a fuckin aspirin and say that it has a headache Here, want a snack? You hungry, you fuckin brat? Look at that, its a Xanax, take it and take a nap, eat it But I dont need it — Well fuck it then, break it up Take a little piece and beat it before you wake Nathan up Alright Ma, you win, I dont feel like arguin Ill do it, pop it, gobble it and start wobblin Stumble, hobble, tumble, slip, trip, then I fall in bed With a bottle of meds and a Heath Ledger bobblehead My mom loved Valium and lots of drugs Thats why I am like I am cause Im like her Because my mom loved Valium and lots of drugs Thats why Im on what Im on cause Im my mom! My mom, Im just like her My mom, my mom, my mom My mom, my mom, my mom My mom, my mom, my mom My mom, my momma Me momma, I like-a da momma Haha, sorry Mom I still love you though! Dr. Dre, 2010 Hey, this shit is hella hard, homie Yo, take us on outta here Woo!55Embed

Rainy Days Lyrics Nigga, I wear fur coats in the summer, nigga Wife beaters in the winter, damn Uh, shit Ive been thuggin through my rainy days for days I aint really tryna hang today, today I need changes in a major way , a way I just pray I never fade away, away Yo, yo, aw, man Yo, word to the titles So word to my idols and word to the GOATs I aint sayin I like em Id kill all them niggas and wear em as coats Word to the feelings I channel I lose em as quick as a fuckin remote Dont be callin me woke I cheat on my queen for a ho Thats how shit go, she keep sayin we jell She gon come out her shell Aint no pushin my buttons When all of my feelings is stuck on oh, well Bitch, Im thirsty and blessed I pour liquor in grails This for my niggas in jail, wrestlin Ls Thats that hell in the cell I come from a place where the shit can get shady My chances were slim All my women was basic We see different races since signing to Em I cant send out no message to none of my exes And bitches as friends I cant blow it again Need a bitch thats as thick as my skin, shit cause Ive been thuggin through my rainy days for days I aint really tryna hang today, today I need changes in a major way , a way I just pray I never fade away, away I left my legacy hurt? Fuckin absurd Like a shepherd havin sex with his sheep, fuck what you heard All this talk in my ear, I got a idea Like the clerk when you tryna buy beer Since on the mic, Im a nightmare Fuck it, I thought this might be a good time to put woke me to rockabye I got the bottle of NyQuil right here You want the sleep me to wake, you want Slim Shady EP Thats on the CD cover, sockin my mirror I promise not to cry crocodile tears If you end up shocked at my lyrics Marshall is dead in the water, but not that I care Dre said, Rock the boat and the Doc is my peer So, its unanimous, youre at attention, the planets listenin And their banana splits again, which has its advantages But when you got nothing to say except for the hand your dick is in And if your plans to stick it in Janice Dickinson Imagine if the Temazepam is kickin in, its havin you panic-stricken Youre trippin off of tryptophan and tripped a fan in Switzerland Just for askin to autograph a picture Then ripped it in half and whipped it at him And kicked his ass all the way back to Michigan But no matter how many rounds or if I get knocked down In a bout and fell to the ground I got a fighters mentality, Ill get back up and fight with it In fact, Ima attackin the mic with it Ill make it sound , sound like a vampires bitin it But Id have to be Draculas sidekick To be down for the count , yeah Yo, albums , out , now Pow , wow , I dont , see no clouds But aint gon be no drought Smile , frown , upside down Shut my mouth , how? That aint what Im bout Shout , showers Thuggin, thug it out , cause Ive been thuggin through my rainy days for days I aint really tryna hang today, today I need changes in a major way , a way I just hope I never, damn I just pray I never, fuck Ive been thuggin through my rainy days for days I aint really tryna hang today, today I need changes in a major way, a way I just pray I never fade away, away133Embed

Won’t Back Down Lyrics You can sound the alarm, you can call out your guards You can fence in your yard, you can hold all the cards But I wont back down Oh no, I wont back down, oh no Cadillac Sevilles, coupe DeVilles Brain-dead rims, yeah, stupid wheels Girl, Im too for real, lose your tooth-and-nail Tryna fight it, try to deny it, stupid, you will feel What I do, I do at will Shootin from the hip, yeah, boy, I shoot to kill Half a breath left on my deathbed Screamin, “F that!” – yeah, super-ill Baby, what the deal? We can chill Split a half a pill and a Happy Meal Fuck a steak, slut, Ill cut my toes off And step on the receipt fore I foot the bill Listen, garden tool, dont make me introduce you To my power tool, you know the fuckin drill How you douchebags feel knowin youre disposable? Summers Eve, Massengill Shadys got the mass appeal Baby, crank the shit, cause its your goddamn jam You said that you want your punchlines a little more compact Well, shorty, Im that man These other cats aint metaphorically where Im at, man I gave Bruce Wayne a Valium And said, “Settle your fuckin ass down! Im ready for combat, man!” Get it? Calm Batman, nah Aint nobody whos as bomb and as nuts Lines are like Moms CAT-scans Cause they fuckin go bananas Honey, I applaud that ass Swear to God, man, these broads cant dance Ma, show em how its done Spaz like a goddamn Taz, yeah You can sound the alarm, you can call out your guards You can fence in your yard, you can hold all the cards But I wont back down Oh no, I wont back down, oh no Girl, shake that ass like a donkey with Parkinsons Make like Michael J. Fox is in your drawers Playin with an etch-a-sketch Bet you that youll never guess Whos knockin at your door, people hit the floors Yeah, tonight, ladies, you gon get divorced Girl, forget remorse, Ima hit you broads With Chriss force like you pissed him off Talented with the tongue, mafucker You aint got a lick in yours Hittin licks like Im robbin liquor stores Makin cash registers shit their drawers Think you spit the rawest? Im an uncooked slab of beef layin on your kitchen floor Other words, Im off the meat rack Bring the beat back, bring in two extension cords Ima measure my dick—shit, I need six inches more Fuck, my dicks big, bitch, need I remind you That I dont need the fuckin swine flu to be a sick pig? Youre addicted, Im dope Im the longest needle around here—need a fix, ock? Im the big shot—get it, dick-snots? Youre just small pokes, little pricks Girl, you think that other pricks hot? Ill drink gasoline and eat a lit match Before I sit back and let him get hotter Better call the cops on him quick, fast Shadys right back on your bitch-ass White trash with a half a six-pack in his hatchback Trailer hitch attached to the back, dispatch You can sound the alarm, you can call out your guards You can fence in your yard, you can hold all the cards But I wont back down Oh no, I wont back down, oh no Bitch, am I the reason that your boyfriend stopped rappin? Does a bird chirp? Does Lil Wayne slurp zurp Til he burps and smoke purp? Does a word search get circles wrapped around it Like you do when I come through? Id like you to remind yourself of what the fuck I can do When Im on the mic Oh, youre the kind of girl that I could take a likin to Psych! Im spikin you like a football Been this way since I stood a foot tall Youre a good catch with a shitty spouse Got a pretty mouth and a good jaw Give me good brain, watch the wood-grain Dont want no cum stain—bitch, you listenin? Tryin to turn me down, slut, Im talkin to you Turn me back up! Are you insane?! Tryin to talk over me in the car Shut the fuck up while my shits playin! Im a shit stain on the underwear of life Whats the saying? Where theres thunder, there is lightning And they say that it never strikes twice in the same place Then how the fuck have I been hit six times In three different locations on four separate occasions? And you can bet your stankin ass That Ive come to smash everything in my path Fork was in the road, took the psycho path Poison Ivy wouldnt have me thinkin rash So hit the dance-floor, cutie, while I do my duty On this microphone; shake your booty, shorty! Im the shit—why you think Proof used to call me Doody? You can sound the alarm, you can call out your guards You can fence in your yard, you can hold all the cards But I wont back down Oh no, I wont back down, oh no60Embed

Twisted Lyrics You sit there stone-faced, as if Im not here Cant you see that Ive been crying? I didnt know youd be insane Dreams can be so deceiving Youre an itch I cant reach, a wound that wont heal The smell of skin thats burning I didnt know youd be insane But its true, and just say all I am to you is a Pain in my neck, thorn in my side Stain on my blade, blood on my knife Been dreaming of her, all of my life But she wont come true, shes just my nightmare I woke up to Shes twisted, hes a rebel, shes sick, hes hard to handle But worst of all is she just dont care Shes twisted like a rope that is wrapped around her throat But the worst part of all is she really dont give a— She Sometimes I wish that you would just die Cause Im too afraid of leaving I didnt know youd be insane Dreams can be so deceiving How did it come to this? Why do I fantasize to kill you when youre sleeping? I didnt know you feel the same When I say youre no good, all you are to me is a Pain in my neck, thorn in my side Stain on my blade, blood on my knife Been dreaming of her, all of my life But she wont come true, shes just my nightmare I woke up to Shes twisted, hes a rebel, shes sick, hes hard to handle But worst of all is she just dont care Shes twisted like a rope that is wrapped around her throat But the worst part of all is she really dont give a— Love aint no fairytale, love is a buried nail Inside of this heart of stone, so you wanna get married? Well Romeo, Romeo—smokin blow with Antonio In a back-alley, takin shots of whiskey and only gold Juliets at the nudie bar, doin God only knows Neither one of em came to see the dog and the pony show But a bitch is a bitch, and a horse is a horse, aint it? Sorry, I cant afford to get your daddys old Porsche painted Sorry, Juliet that you embedded the sayin If a dollar makes you holler, well then Im gettin the short change of it Uh, feel like Ive been asleep and alone And lovin this angel, entangled between a dream and a coma Walkin the edge of this cliff, like a sheep to its owner Then woke up to this fuckin bitch with an evil persona Now if you say that you hate somebody and you livin with them Then they pack up and leave then you bitch about how you miss em You gotta see the pattern of the blood all over the steerin wheel Love is a cannibal ridin a carnival carousel Round and round we roll Where it stops, baby, nobody knows Some people go crazy and they lose control Some people jump off, some people wont let go Some people say love, some people say why Some people dont love, they just wanna free ride The rain wont stop, itll never dry If shes in the house of pain then love is standin outside, cause Shes twisted, hes a rebel, shes sick, hes hard to handle But worst of all is she just dont care Shes twisted like a rope that is wrapped around her throat But the worst part of all is she really dont give a— She But maybe Im the twisted one That screwed this up So, I guess, this means goodbye... For now Laughter200Embed

Stepdad Lyrics Ayo My, my stepdad I, I hate My, my stepdad One thing that sticks in my craw When I was six and I saw my stepfather hittin my Ma Socked her right in her eyeball Im startin to think Im psychotic With all the pictures I draw of Shit that Ive already witnessed, it’s probably twisted my thoughts All I can hear is drama with Mom and him I can always hear em arguin down the hallways The walls are thin so the noise is startin to feel like the norm Our dog pissed on the carpet, he stomped it so hard Doctors had to put it down He killed my chihuahua, this motherfucker! I, I, hate My, my stepdad So tonight Im sayin, Bye-bye stepdad Outside, I look like Im calm Inside, Im a tickin time bomb Cause of this motherfucker, who sticks his dick in my mom Last night, he said I left the kitchen light on But he walked in there this morning and purposely flipped it, I saw him Hickory switch to my bottom, I counted sixty-nine times He swatted me with it, Id cry He just started hittin me harder God, I wish I could just jaw him If I could get my weight up But Im just a second grader This prick is bigger than I am But Ive been readin at school about this shit called liquid cyanide Im fantasizin at night when hes sleepin at just the right time Sneak up with a lethal injection And put him down like they did to my dog Im talkin euthanasia , like kids in Taiwan This fuckin shits like Saigon Neighbors called police on him So many battery charges, this dudes like lithium-ion Then Mom and him let bygones Just be bygones So on eggshells, I walk and just try not to piss this guy off But this is why I... I, I, hate My, my stepdad So tonight Im sayin, Bye-bye stepdad So this year, Im goin into the fifth and Im tall Im five foot six on my block, Im the toughest kid but I got Way bigger fish to fry Which is why Im tryin to get this bitch to fly off The handle and wait for the fist to fly to put this guy in a pine box Hes always lookin for chaos but tonight Ive cooked up a plan So this Christmas, I got some color books and some crayons Im layin on the floor, in the living room with some friends colorin He walks by, kicks my arm and goes, Oops and just laughs I yelled for Mom and as shes rushin to my defense I stood up and said, Fuck you, punk and I took off and ran To my bedroom, as I fled Knowin shit would hit the fan Slammed the door and hid behind it with an aluminum bat He kicked it in I swung it hard as I could at his head His noodle went splat, he fell right at the foot of my bed Im a little bit scared but my angers overtooken the fear I threw down the bat and just started whoopin his ass Beat him with my bare hands, the big bad wolf aint so bad Ding-dong, the pussy is dead, the bully finally gets his Stomped him until he pissed enough to fill a two-liter with Then buried him next to my dog And if I go to juvie for this, Ima tell em I, I, hate My, my stepdad So tonight Im sayin, Bye-bye stepdad Cause I, I, hate My, my stepdad So tonight Im sayin, Bye-bye stepdad 67Embed

Tragic Endings Lyrics Im stumbling, I can’t see straight And its my fault I got this way I got my hands on something great And found a way to mess it up I did my best, I tried to change But its just in my DNA I got my hands on something great And found a way to fuck it up again Now I’m the one thing You couldnt hate more But youre the one thing That I would die for All my life, I was told, I was never nothing special I dont need to be reminded of it every other second Specially when all my self-esteems Already shot to hell, Im falling helplessly Im embarrassed, I don’t want no one else to see ’Cause I feel like Im a piece of shit every time she yells at me Selfishly addicted, definitely doesn’t help that she Makes me feel like Ive died and gone to heaven But makes life a living hell for me She does that thing with her lip, now shes melting me Im putty in her palms, I’m wrapped around her finger A yo-yo on a string, she lets me sit there and just dangle Until something better comes along And shell just drop me like a hot potato I look like Im in pain, but Im okay though Cause I know she loves me—my friends, what do they know? Its like Im drowning at sea Hoping that you reach for me I know youre there, but I cant see Cause Im so drunk off tragic endings Im dying to breathe And all you do is strangle me Such a beautiful relief Cause Im so drunk off tragic endings In my moments of weakness I openly admit the shit I wouldnt normally Im extremely self-conscious and enormously Insecure and she uses it to torture when she torments me It only turns to ammunition for her in this war, when she Gets goin she dont stop, when Im up shes like a downer When I found her it was love at first encounter But somehow she musta took the carton of eggs off the counter Cracked them and placed all the shells on the ground for Me to walk on when Im around her But theres just something about her That makes me not able to function without her How can I get out of it when I dont know how to? Im a doubter, Im a pessimist, make a believer out of me And show me the way now or stay the fuck out of my cloud of rain Cause Im going straight down the drain, Im drowning Its like Im drowning at sea Hoping that you reach for me I know youre there, but I cant see Cause Im so drunk off tragic endings Im dying to breathe And all you do is strangle me Such a beautiful relief Cause Im so drunk off tragic endings Now Im the one thing You couldnt hate more But youre the one thing That I would die for It took a while for me to get it, but I think Ive figured it out She dont want me, she just dont wanna see me with someone else The idea of seeing me happy destroys her in itself To see me falling to pieces brings her joy and brings her health But it annoys her to see me get the strength to say, Screw her! I threw up on myself, Im dumb sick, Im addicted to her Shes tryna block the door, so heres how I do her Since Im manure, shes a sewer And this time this piece of shits running through her I can see the light, now Im running to it What the fuck? Shoulda knew it! Who would think shed actually have the balls to do it? As soon as I hopped in it, she doused the car with lighter fluid Shes standing there with a rag, bout to put the lighter to it Lit the fucking thing on fire, then she threw it Its like Im drowning at sea Hoping that you reach for me I know youre there, but I cant see Cause Im so drunk off tragic endings Im dying to breathe And all you do is strangle me Such a beautiful relief Cause Im so drunk off tragic endings 80Embed

Bagpipes from Baghdad Lyrics Oh, its music to my ears, oh man How can I describe the way I feel? Fucking great, man Okay, let me see How could I begin? Locked in Mariahs wine cellar, all I had for lunch Was bread, wine, more bread, wine and Captain Crunch Red wine for breakfast and for brunch And to soak it up, an in-between snack, crackers to munch Mariah, whats ever happened to us? Why did we have to break up? All I asked for was a glass of punch You see, I never really asked for much I cant imagine whats going through your mind after such A nasty break-up with that Latin hunk Luis Miguel, Nick Cannon, better back the fuck up Im not playin, I want her back, you punk This is Hello Kitty bedspread, Satin Funk Mixed with Egyptian, with a little rap and punk Zapp and Eric Clapton, Shaft, Frank Zappa, crunk And yeah baby, I want another crack at ya You can beat me with any spatula that you want I mean, I really want you bad, you cunt Nick, you had your fun, Ive come to kick you in your sack of junk Man, I could use a fresh batch of blood So prepare your vernacular for Dracula acupuncture Bagpipes from Baghdad When will it ever cease? For Petes sakes, hes crazy to say the least Bagpipes from Baghdad Whats going through my mind Half the time, when I rhyme, or blowing up like Bagpipes from Baghdad Somebody turn the vacancy sign on Cause Im gone, blowing on my Bagpipes from Baghdad I run the streets and act like a madman holding a Glad— You can be a permanent fixture in my lyrical mixture Im the Miracle Whip trickster My signature sound, when a tube of lipsticks around Im bound to put it on in an instant, wow Man, what an ensemble! What an assortment of pharma–ceuticals This beautiful pill dust in my palm, my Cuticles get residue just from touchin the bottle Never knew I could remind me so much of my momma Ill cut ya like Dahmer, pull a butcher knife on ya The size of a sword, boy, Im like the fuckin Red Sonja Get it stuck in your cornea, nice knowing ya, Norman Youre so fuckin annoyin, drop the shovel, boy You dont know what the fuck youre doin I aint playin no fuckin more Nick Cannon, you prick, I wish you luck with the fuckin whore Every minute theres a sucker born, snuck up on Malachai Made the motherfucker suck on a shuck of corn Shuck o, shuck o corn, Chaka Khan Hit Jason in the face with a hockey puck, and Told him its fuckin on, man, what the fuck are ya doin? Youre runnin over the snowblower with the lawnmower Blowin your bagpipes from Baghdad Bagpipes from Baghdad When will it ever cease? For Petes sakes, hes crazy to say the least Bagpipes from Baghdad Whats going through my mind Half the time, when I rhyme, or blowing up like Bagpipes from Baghdad Somebody turn the vacancy sign on Cause Im gone, blowing on my Bagpipes from Baghdad I run the streets and act like a madman holding a Glad bag In the bed with two brain-dead lesbian vegetables I bet you they become heterosexual Nothing will stop me from molestin you Titty-fuckin you til your breast nipple flesh tickles my testicles Is what I said to the two conjoined twins Hows it going, girlfriends? You needs a boyfriend? You need some ointment? Just set up an appointment Whos gonna see the doctor first? Well do a coin flip I just got my one-year sobriety coin chip When the bad get going, how bad does the going get? Baby, you shouldnt have any trouble rubbing groins with Each other, especially when youre joined at the hip Im going to get the needle and thread from the sewing kit And attempt to separate em and stitch em back at the loin, shit Lure the little boy with the chocolate Chips Ahoy! chip Cookie, lookie, even took me a Polaroid pic Bagpipes from Baghdad When will it ever cease? For Petes sakes, hes crazy to say the least Bagpipes from Baghdad Whats going through my mind Half the time, when I rhyme, or blowing up like Bagpipes from Baghdad Somebody turn the vacancy sign on Cause Im gone, blowing on my Bagpipes from Baghdad I run the streets and act like a madman holding a Glad bag Oh, bagpipes from Baghdad Hghum-day-li-laaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aa-aah-aah Hghum-day-li-laaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aa-aah-aah Hghum-day-li-laaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aa-aah-aah Hghum-day-li-laaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aa-aah-aah62Embed

Almost Famous Lyrics I can almost taste it This shit makes no sense to me What does it all mean? I can almost taste it I can almost see it This shit makes no sense to me What does it all mean? I can almost taste it I can almost taste it Yeah, cant stop now This might be the last chance I get to be famous You dream of trading places, I have been changing faces You cannot fill these shoes, there is too much to lose Wake up behind these trenches, you run around defenseless There is too much to lose, you cannot fill these shoes I just wanna be famous, but... Be careful what you wish for I stuck my dick in this game like a rapist They call me Slim Roethlisberger I go berserker than a fed-up post office worker I murk her with a Mossberg, Im pissed off, get murdered Like someone took a ketchup squirter, squirted a frankfurter For a gangster, you sure did shit your pants When you saw the chainsaw get to waving like a terrible towel How thangs turn around when his fangs come out Get your brains blown out, thats what I call blowin your mind When I come back, like nut on your spine Im a thumb tack that you slept on, son Now here I come, screaming Attack! like I just stepped on one Low on the totem til he showed em defiance, giant scrotum He dont owe them bitches shit, his britches, he outgrowed em Hes so out cold, hes knocked out at the South Pole And nobody fucks with him, rigor mortis and post mortem Hes dyin of boredom Take your best rhymes, record em, then try to thwart him Hell just take your punch lines and snort em Shit-stained drawers, you gon fuck with a guy Who licks the blades of his chainsaws While he dips em in P.F. Changs sauce? Games up, homie, hang it up like some crank calls You think Im backin down? You must be out of your dang skulls; Im almost famous You dream of trading places, I have been changing faces You cannot fill these shoes, there is too much to lose Wake up behind these trenches, you run around defenseless There is too much to lose, you cannot fill these shoes I just wanna be famous, but... Be careful what you wish for Im back for revenge, I lost a battle, that aint happenin again Im at your throat like strep, I step, strapped with a pen Metaphors wrote on my hand, some are just stored in my memory Some I wrote on a napkin, I do what I have to to win Pullin out all stops, any who touch a mic priors Not even Austin Powers, how the fuck are they Mike Myers? And tell that psycho to pass the torch to the wacko Fore I take a shit in his Jack-O-Lantern and smash it on his porch Now get off my dick! Dicks too short of a word for my dick Get off my antidisestablishmentarianism, you prick! Dont call me the Champ, call me the Space Shuttle Destroyer I just blew up the Challenger; matter fact, I need a lawyer I just laced my gloves with enough plaster to make a cast Beat his ass naked and peed in his corner like Verne Troyer Yall are Eminem backwards: youre Mini Mes See, hes in a whole nother weight class Hes slugs, youre BBs: youre bean-bag bullets Youre full of it, you were dissin his CDs Laughed at Infinite, now hes back like someone pissed in his Wheaties No peace treaties, hes turned into a beast His new Slim Shady EPs got the attention of the mighty D.R.E Hes almost famous You dream of trading places, I have been changing faces You cannot fill these shoes, there is too much to lose Wake up behind these trenches, you run around defenseless There is too much to lose, you cannot fill these shoes I just wanna be famous, but... Be careful what you wish for Now there he goes in Dres studio, cuppin his balls Screamin the wood off the panelin, cussin the paint off the walls Spewin his hate to these haters, showin no love for these broads He aint givin them shit, he says hell pinch a penny so hard Hell leave a bruise on the bronze so dark you can see the mark With the scars, til Abraham Lincoln is screamin out, Ahh! These metaphors and similes aint similar to them, not at all If they dont like it, they can all get fucked Instead of suckin him off They can go get a belt or a neck tie to hang themselves by Like David Carradine, they can go fuck themselves and just die And eat shit while they at it, hes fuckin had it Hes mad at the whole world So go to hell and build a snowman, girl The bullies become bullied, and pussies get pushed Then they better pull me, take me back to 9th grade to school me Cause I aint lookin back, only forward, this whole spot blowin Who coulda known hed grow to be a poet and not know it? And while Im bein poetic, let me get it stoic and raise the bar Higher than my opinion of these womens been lowered So bear witness to some biblical shit, theres a cold wind blowin This world aint gonna know what hit it He did it, he made it, hes finally famous61Embed

Nail in the Coffin Lyrics This motherfucker, man! Just wont shut up, will you? Talkin bout I owe him Bitch, you owe me! Im promotin you right now Yo, lets put the nail in this coffin! I dont wanna be like this I dont really wanna hurt no feelings But Im only being real when I say Nobody wants to hear their grandfather rap And old men have heart attacks And I dont wanna be responsible for that So, put the mic down and walk away You can still have a little bit of dignity I would never claim to be no Ray Benzino An eighty-three-year-old fake Pacino So how can he hold me over some balcony without Blowin his lower back out as soon as he goes to lift me? Please dont—youll probably fall with me And our assesll both be history But then again, youd finally get your wish ‘Cause youd be all over the street like 50 Cent You fuckin punk, pussy, fuck you, chump Give me a one-on-one, see if I dont fuck you up Tryna jump the Ruff Ryders and they cut you up And you put Jada on a track, thats how much you suck Dick in the industry, swear that you in the streets hustlin You sit behind a fuckin desk at The Source butt-kissin And beggin motherfuckers for guest appearances And you cant even get the clearances Cause real lyricists dont even respect you or take you serious Its not that we dont like you—we hate you, period Talk about a mid-life crisis, damn Last week you was shakin Obie Trices hand Now hes a buster? What the fucks with that? Get on a track dissin us, kissin 50s ass And askin me what I know about indictments, bite me Bitch, I got two cases and probation—fight me What do I know about standin in front of a judge like a man Ready to take whatever sentence he hands? What you know about your wife slicin her wrists, right in Front of the only thing that you have in this world, a little girl? And I put that on her, when this is all over I would never try to make her a star and eat off her I dont know shit about no choppin rocks But what you know about Hip Hop Shops rockin spots Where youre the only white boy up in that bitch, just rippin? Pressin up your own fliers and your stickers, stickin Them bitches up after spendin six hours at Kinkos Makin copies of your covers of cassette singles To sell them out of the trunk of your Tracer Spendin your whole paychecks at Disc Makers What you know about bein bullied over half your life? Oh, thats right, you should know what thats like, youre half white Vanilla Ice, spill the beans and rice Im eatin you alive inside, Jesus Christ! If youre that much of a gangsta, put the mic down You should be out killin motherfuckers right now Kill a motherfucker dead, kill him dead, bitch! Shoot em in the fuckin head—go ahead, bitch! Slap my mom! Slap the fuck out of her! She cant sue you, she wouldnt get a buck out of ya ‘Cause youre broke as fuck, you suck, youre a fuckin joke! If you was really sellin coke, well, then what the fuck You stop for, dummy? If you slew some crack Youd make a lot more money than you do from rap Youll never have no security, youll never be famous Youll never know what its like to be rich, lifes a bitch, aint it? Raymond? Here, let me break this shit down in laymans terms for you Just to make sure that you can understand us And Canibus aint usin too many complicated fuckin words for you Here, and let me slow it down for you So that you can understand if I say it slower Let it go, dog, its over I dont wanna be like this I dont really wanna hurt no feelings But Im only being real when I say Nobody wants to hear they grandfather rap And old men have heart attacks And I dont wanna be responsible for that So, put the mic down and walk away You can still have a little bit of dignity Haha… talkin bout... I have motherfuckers... callin your crib Bitch, you aint even got a fuckin crib! You aint even got a fuckin phone… fuckin bum Threatenin to... shut me down at your lil fuckin Source magazine if I come back on you and attack you Bitch, you attacked me first, take it like a man, and shut the fuck up And fuck your little magazine too I dont need your little fuckin magazine I got XXLs number anyways And yall cant stand it ‘cause they gettin bigger than yall Oh... and by the way... howd I look on the VMAs? When you was watchin me from... Whatever fuckin TV he was watchin me from In Boston… the mean streets of Boston Fuckin sissy... and you got us scared up in here, motherfucker Suck our motherfuckin dicks Oh... and for those that dont know Dont get it twisted, yall... The Source has a white owner!49Embed

Last One Standing Lyrics Now you see me standin in the lights But you never saw my sacrifice Or all the nights I had to struggle to survive Had to lose it all to win the fight I had to fall so many times Now Im the last one standin Uh, you werent with me on the cold block nights Now you front row for the spotlight Now the diamonds in the Audemars bright Jets overseas for a fire flight Young nigga on bullshit, and I ball on em, Bill Cartwright Knew I could shine through the darkness I guess I always been a star type That lion in me made my heart fight Coulda been a victim of a opp pipe Took a million wishes just to get to this Cause we aint the ones that thе cops like Been so many times God testеd me They only see the answers I got right They commentin all on the blogs Tryna tell me how to live my life And I waited so patiently If you could take off, dont wait for me No days off, grind faithfully I keep thankin God for savin me Front line, showcasin our bravery I know that top spot, it was made for me It all paid off, so we felt the struggle so painfully Now you see me standin in the lights But you never saw my sacrifice Or all the nights I had to struggle to survive Had to lose it all to win the fight I had to fall so many times Now Im the last one standin Yeah, you know the code we gotta live by Never mind all the ice cubes on this wrist, wearin the big body Live by the gun, get bodied, or its hella time in that cell It was hella times where I failed When I had to double back from them Ls Bet he dont double back when he tell Cause it aint no comin back when you tell Why would you leave me here by myself? A nigga be lonely Ayy, I blew the whole bag on they flights, aint leavin the homies If he really gang, then get him a chain, no cubic zirconies White Zomb and a stogie, stood firm, never foldin Furthest thing from a rodent, you put the jacket on and you bogus Yeah, big dawg and they know it I had to spin off to stay focused Longev on emotion We dont abandon ship when its hopeless Said I been broke before and they know it I make it look easy Like I made it overnight I make it look easy But you dont see the dark side And all of the monsters I had to fight And all of the nightmares Made me stronger than life Yall say Ive changed Really though? How so? Got all this bread Im still sourdough I dont know, square peg, round hole Like a block of cheese in a paper towel roll Rocky Balboa, never been no towel thrower Even when I got kicked to the curb Life knocked my dick in the dirt I got back up, flipped it the bird Til I earned the attention I yearned Not to mention, I learned How to turn resentment and hurt to an unquenchable thirst In the simplest terms, its revenge of the nerd In every sense of the word But all you see is the fame and the millions You dont see the strength, the resilience How I rack my brain, but it feels as if Im tryin to explain it to children So a lot of this pain isnt healin No escapin it, this anger is spillin Almost like recreatin the feelin Of 9/11 when the second plane hit the buildin So let em paint me the villain Some of this just may be a symptom Of havin way too much income But when you struggled every day just to get some Now all of this hate is a syndrome When they cant relate and that stems from Money lookin like it grows on trees Yeah, theyre green, but those arent leaves Sufficed to say, with every sacrifice I made Its like I gave up my life to fame All the nights that I lied awake Nights I stayed up to write and prayed Had to claw, scratch, and fight my way Just follow me and Ill light the way Look to the hook if your sky look grey And rappers, how can we be On the same level now when I gotta look down and see these Clowns that are on the ground? Bitch, I got clouds beneath me Ever since I put out the EP to the height of 2003-me You aint see the struggle to make it out The D. Because I made it somehow look easy Now you see me standin in the lights But you never saw my sacrifice Or all the nights I had to struggle to survive Had to lose it all to win the fight I had to fall so many times Now Im the last one standin Now Im the last one standin124Embed

Heat Lyrics Wanna take it from the top? Lady, you remind me of my raps on that Relapse shit Cause you got an ass thick as them accents Two ass-cheek implants, call that an asset Cause you could set a glass on it, its massive From the first time I saw you, I actually Said to myself: I gotta meet her like a taxi Exactly, love affair in the backseat Sorry if Im being graphic But Im stiff as a statue you sat on a shelf I feel like Ima bust, maybe Im just ahead of myself Let me slow down, slow your Camaro Im tryna catch up, Im tryna jump your bones to the marrow Got me under your control and your spell Wanna wrap you up, put you in a bow like an arrow Grab you by the , hope its not a problem, in fact About the only thing I agree on with Donald is that So when I put this palm on your cat Dont snap, its supposed to get grabbed Why you think they call it a snatch? I just wanna climb in the sack Ima keep it a hundred like my speedometers at Im watchin you rap, Im the dude followin back About six cars, Im in the lac, and I wanna fack All day, all day, all night You ask, Ill stay the night With you, you say youre fire Me too, youre burning up I want it— All day, all night You feel, my heat Feel, feel, feel, feel, feel My heat Hate to inconvenience you at the convenience store But them jeans you wore are like Ive never seen before I pretend I work there while I clean the floor Checkin you out like the clerk while he rings you up Pull out behind you when youre leavin And you dont even know it Shes brushin her hair, adjustin her mirror Shes rappin my shit, but she wasnt aware I was there, or maybe she was and just didnt care Who knows? At least that aint up in the air for some to see So like a chick who thinks her coochie dont stink If she aint plannin to do shit this summers eve Maybe she wants to keep me company But fuck the Pepé Le Pew shit! Aint steppin to you, bitch, I say to myself Plus shes bumpin my music, aint chasin no tail like a skunk in heat I could sweat her to some degree But fuck it, Im the male, let her come to me Letter come to me—mail. Sweater, heat, some degree. Fail Fuck it, pull up beside her Sideswipe her Dodge Viper, wood is so bright I ask does she want a computer lodged in her vagina Said my dick is an apple, she said put it inside her I said— All day, all day, all night You ask, Ill stay the night With you, you say youre fire Me too, youre burning up I want it— All day, all night You feel, my heat Feel, feel, feel, feel, feel My heat Black out, come to, hands covered in blood Motherfuckin gloves and a shovel stuck in the mud I just bodied the beat, so that hole musta been dug Cause it just died like food coloring So lets get turnt like a shish kabab Twist it, ma, like an air-conditioning knob Wed be great together Dont care if it takes forever If I gotta wait, I guess its better late than never You felt my heat rubbin off on ya I love your personality, come on, little mama Youre hot enough to melt Ricks beat, come jump in the water I bet you get your self-esteem from your persona With an ass to match, girl Your body is lit, youre striking, Im a gas Girl, youre just gonna have to put them other chumps on the back burner You got buns, I got Aspergers Just let me rest my head between that set of Ds While I shred MCs like cheddar cheese Thats just the thoroughbred in me, aint a better breed My dog thinks so too—look at my pedigree! Ma, the world is what I think of you I think youre divine, so I might swing on you Im just kiddin, girl, I wouldnt lift a finger, too Unless its the middle one to finger you All day, all day, all night You ask, Ill stay the night With you, you say youre fire Me too, youre burning up I want it— Feel, feel, feel, feel, feel My heat On the ones and twos, to three or four in the mornin Ricks on the cut like Neosporin Hes mixin it up for me, and youre in A teddy like short for Theodore Were outtie, five thousand I wanna fuck, its my big dick So everybody get ready fucking now!73Embed

Seduction Lyrics Like a verbal seduction when Seduction when I tell em girls on the floor I dont know, man Just feels like were a lot different It kinda feels like Im on a whole different page right now than you It feels strange, but umm I guess its kinda like, its kinda like... I feel like Im morphin into somethin thats so incredible That Im dwarfin all competitors Better get your girlfriend in check Its psychological warfare, endorphins I effect Your self-esteem shatters as dialect comes blastin out your deck She loves me, such passion, youd expect This sort of reaction from her, yet you strong-arm Youre fuckin corny, you try to turn your charm on Cause you just think youre Bishop the Don Juan But if you think that youre fuckin with me, homie, youre on one Im cockin my head back like Ed Lover, Cmon, son! Shes on my Johnson, she brings my name up constant Your boys are like, Shes fuckin with dude, she wants some Homeboy, you better get a clue Shes on my dick cause I spit better than you What you expect her to do? How you expect her to act in the sack when shes closin her eyes Fantasizin of diggin her nails in my back to this track? Seduction, seduce Aint nobody whos as good at what I do Cause one minute she loves you, the next she dont Shes been stolen from you Seduction, seduce Aint nobody whos as good at what I do Cause one minute she loves you, the next she dont Shes been stolen from you Shes sittin there gettin liquored up at the bar She says its quicker to count the things that aint wrong with you Than to count the things that are Theres a seven-disc CD changer in her car And Im in every single slot, and youre not — aww! Im the logo on that Dallas Cowboy helmet: a star And Im not about to sit back And just keep rhymin one syllable — naw! Switch it up and watch them haters not give it up Cause theyre just not good enough, but Im not givin up Til I get my respect and I wont stop til I get enough Cause Im not livin up to my own expectations That hater alarm is soundin off And Obama took the bomb from my name So quit cryin that I took your dame, homie, shes my dame You sadly mistaken if you thinkin that Im not on my game, boy And things just aint been the same since the day that I came forth You wear your heart on your sleeve, I sport that white tank, boy But you got a hard-on for me, what you hollerin my name for? Its your bitch on my dick, aint my dang fault, man, I cant call it Seduction, seduce Aint nobody whos as good at what I do Cause one minute she loves you, the next she dont Shes been stolen from you Seduction, seduce Aint nobody whos as good at what I do Cause one minute she loves you, the next she dont Shes been stolen from you Its like were playin lyrical tug of war with your ear You hear it, girl? Come here Put your ear up to the speaker, dear While I freak this world premiere Seducin her, loosen up With a little freestyle thatll— wait, am I losin ya? Am I makin you look bad? Well, I got news for ya Homie, you losin her Oh wait, she dont like when I spit it fast Am I tryin to show how? Let me slow it down some Its still gonna be a blow-out Youre gonna wanna throw out your whole album Rummage through the shit and try to salvage somethin to see If you can save any of it, punk, but none of its fuckin with me Prick, you really feelin that bullshit? You think you killin them syllables? Quit Playin, these beats aint nothin to fool with They call me Fire Marshall: I shut the shit down Your entire arsenal is not enough to fuck with one round I am also the opposite of what you are like Youre a microcosm of what the fuck I am on the mic I am awesome and you are just awe-struck Shes love-stricken, shes got her jaw stuck From suckin my dick... aw, fuck Seduction, seduce Aint nobody whos as good at what I do Cause one minute she loves you, the next she dont Shes been stolen from you Seduction, seduce Aint nobody whos as good at what I do Cause one minute she loves you, the next she dont Shes been stolen from you 60Embed

Doe Rae Me Lyrics Hailie, what do you want to be when you grow up, baby? I dont know, but I dont want to Grow up to be like Ja Rules little dirty-ass kids Ha ha, yeah, cmon G-G-G-G-G-G-G Unit Hailie, come here, baby! Bring Daddy his Oscar! Were gonna shove it up Ja Rules ass Im about to get rid of some hoes, its simple Im quick to murder ink with lead And I aint talking bout a pencil Look at what the fuck you done got into I see you found your niche, you just a bitch with a menstrual Claiming you a murderer, and you spelled it wrong You put E before the D, ‘cause thats all you on You on Pacs dick, you a replica guy If he was still alive, you would never get by All you do is cry, bitch, keep it real Life is more than imitating niggas and eating pills And what kind of motherfucker ruins three deals That another nigga got you? They didnt see skills And I aint playin, you a brother getting cheated And Ja Rule be prayin on his cover, ‘cause he need it And all you niggas hating, shut your mouths! Its just that real niggas aint buying that shit yall put out Doe, rae, me, but we dont sing, motherfuckers So Murder Inc, do your thing, motherfuckers You unleashed on a team Who expects nothin less than R&B coming from that regime Regime is a little extreme Neck and neck with soldiers, motherfuckin Marines Ja sold his soul to sing Weave eye-witness team on the TV screen, chase the greed Now that youve embraced the green Dont fuck with the triple beams Yous a motherfuckin actor, slash Pac impersonating rapper Slash Billie Holiday – how it happen? Artist and repertoire saw him in action Pac assassination, Def Jam grabbed him Told him, Reenact him, you go platinum! They seen it for sure, I know that Afeni Shakur Dont enjoy Jeffrey Atkins reenacting her boy So Im click-clackin this toy, mash and destroy Shady slash Aftermath and Detroit, motherfucker! Doe rae me, fa-so-la-ti-da Dont blame me ‘cause you washed up, lost your spot Mama-say-mama-sa-ma-macosa Ja, quit playin, knock it off, youre not 2Pac Dont hate me, Im too hot and youre not Shooting at me, with the only shot you got Ja, quit playin, knock it off, youre not 2Pac Youll get popped poppin all that shit you pop Now, we can get past the mean mugs and get to the slugs To the grievance and the crying and the intimate hugs We dont take you serious, nigga, you shook You half of a half-way crook; get off X dick, go sing a hook! Nigga, and you cant replace the late great one And when you gone you only gon be the late fake one Nigga, please stick to the script Before the guns stick to the clip And Benzino, you aint shit but a bitch! Fuckin old-ass, ignorant, innocent-lookin senior citizen Built up, slap you like Grimace, all sensitive Wait a minute, hold on: is it me, or do he look like a banana with braids and clothes on? A bitch-made man; now, how you gonna connect With them short ass arms, like a Tyrannosaurus Rex You niggas can scream, holler and curse Go ahead and respond And pull that pen and pad up outta your purse Slim didnt send Proof to get at the wankstas He told me to let loose and spit at the gangstas What up, Gotti? And this little war you pushed on Put your ear to the ground for stepping on bush stones Whats wrong? Didnt think we strong with real niggas? Roll like a boss, in the streets they still feel us Its real business, yall aint caught the concept You talking nonsense to walking bomb threats Contact was blown by Benzetta in The Source Threaten at the boss, you gon see me on your porch Now Irv got the nerve to try to serve on us But Detroit niggas early and aint scurred to bust Word to my nigga Bugz, punks like you get beat up Stomped unconscious and smacked with the heater This rap cookie monster gets jabbed in the tonsils With dicks so much that he should be fixed with a vagina Whos behind ya? Cadillac Pac or that transvestite? That dress like a Lil Kim fox Youre just like a little windbox Press tight on the trigger of this Glock Swallow that little shit you got left to help you eat You knock Pacs songs without love to help you sleep You got shot in your video trying mock Pac You Mockaveli; get your own identity! Doe rae me, fa-so-la-ti-da Dont blame me ‘cause you washed up, lost your spot Mama-say-mama-sa-ma-macosa Ja, quit playin, knock it off, youre not 2Pac Dont hate me, Im too hot and youre not Shooting at me, with the only shot you got Ja, quit playin, knock it off, youre not 2Pac Youll get popped poppin all that shit you pop Dont you never say my little girls name in a song again Fuckin punk-pussy bitch! Ill fuck you up, boy! Never! Dont you never in your motherfuckin life… Ill choke the shit out of you little motherfuckin midget Hailiell whip your motherfuckin ass Thats right, motherfuckers Shady records, what you know about it? Fuck Benzino! Fuck Ja Rule! Nigga, this Obie Trice right here talkin to you motherfuckers Ja Rule punk ass, yeah, fuckin Soul 4 Real ass Nigga, thats Soul 4 Real That the nigga from Soul 4 Real! Candy Rain-ass nigga, he got a deal, now he rappin You dont know whats, faggot-ass motherfuckers Get money to all my real niggas, man Obie Trice, D-12, G Unit, 50 Cent, Hailie Jade Daddy, is Ja Rule taller than me? No, honey, you guys are the same size60Embed

Yellow Brick Road Lyrics What we have to do is deal with it when these individuals are young enough, if you will, to be saved, not in a religious sense, but not to constitute what this country at times calls their throwaway children We seem to be approaching an age of the gross We all have this idea that we should move up a little bit from our parents station and each—and each generation should do a little bit better All right, come on, lets cut the bullshit, enough Lets get it started, lets start addressin this issue, and open it up Lets take this shit back to the basement and we can discuss Statements thats made on this tape and its whole origin of The music that we all know and love, the music we all enjoy The music you accuse me of tryin to destroy Lets rewind it to 89 when I was a boy On the East Side of Detroit, crossin 8 Mile into Warren Into hick territory; Id like to share a story This is my story, and cant nobody tell it for me You have well informed me, I am well-aware That I dont belong here: youve made that perfectly clear I get my ass kicked damn near everywhere From Bel-Aire shopping center just for stoppin in there From the black side all the way to the white side Okay, theres a bright side, a day that I might slide You may call it a pass, I call it haulin my ass Through that patch of grass over them railroad tracks Oh, them railroad tracks, them old railroad tracks Them good old notorious so well known tracks So, lets go back, follow the yellow brick road As we go on another episode Journey with me as I take you through this nifty little place That I once used to call home sweet home Come on, lets go back, follow the yellow brick road As we go on another episode Journey with me as I take you through this nifty little place That I once used to call home sweet home Id roam the streets so much they called me a drifter Sometimes Id stick up a thumb just to hitchhike Just to get picked up to get me a lift to 8 Mile and Van Dyke or steal a goddamn bike From somebodys backyard, and drop it off at the park That was the halfway mark, to meet Kim had to walk Back to her mamas on Chalmers after dark To sneak me in the house when Im kicked out my moms Thats about the time I first met Proof With Goofy Gary on the steps at Osborn, handin out some flyers We was doin some talent shows at Center Line High I told him to stop by and check us out sometime He looked at me like Im out my mind Shook his head like, White boys dont know how to rhyme. I spit out a line and rhymed birthday with first place And we both had the same rhymes that sound alike We was on the same shit, that Big Daddy Kane shit Where compound syllables sound combined From that day we was down to ride Somehow we knew wed meet again somewhere down the line So, lets go back, follow the yellow brick road As we go on another episode Journey with me as I take you through this nifty little place That I once used to call home sweet home Come on, lets go back, follow the yellow brick road As we go on another episode Journey with me as I take you through this nifty little place That I once used to call home sweet home My first year in 9th grade, cant forget that day at school It was cool til your man MC Shan came through He said that Pumas the brand ‘cause the Klan makes Troops It was rumors, but man, goddamn, they flew Musta been true, because man, we done banned they shoes I had the new ones, the Cool J Ice Lamb, suede too But we just threw em in the trash like they yesterdays news Guess who came through next? X Clan debuted Professor X Exist in a state of red, black and green, with a key, sissies! Now with this bein the new trend, we dont fit in Crackas is out with Cactus Albums, blackness is in African symbols and medallions represent Black Power And we aint know what it meant, me and my man Howard And Butter would go to the mall With em all over our necks like were showin em off Not knowin at all we was bein laughed at You aint even half black! You aint posed to have that, homie, let me grab that! And that Flavor Flav clock, we gon have to snatch that! All I remember is meetin back at Manixs basement, sayin how we hate this How racist but dope the X Clans tape is Which reminds me, back in 89, me And Kim broke up for the first time; she was tryin to two-time me And there was this black girl at our school, who thought I was cool ‘Cause I rapped, so she was kinda eyein me And oh the irony, guess what her name was? Aint even gonna say it, plus The same color hair as hers was and blue contacts And a pair of jugs, the bombest goddamn girl in our whole school If I could pull her, not only would I become more popular But I would be able to piss Kim off at the same time But it backfired I was supposed to dump her but she dumped me for this black guy And thats the last I ever seen or heard Or spoke to the Ole Foolish Pride girl, but Ive heard People say they heard the tape and it aint that bad But it was: I singled out a whole race And for that I apologize, I was wrong ‘Cause no matter what color a girl is, shes still a— So, lets go back, follow the yellow brick road As we go on another episode Journey with me as I take you through this nifty little place That I once used to call home sweet home Come on, lets go back, follow the yellow brick road As we go on another episode Journey with me as I take you through this nifty little place That I once used to call home sweet home Fuck out of my house, you fuckin pieces of shit! Get the fuck out of my house, you stupid fucker! You son of a bitch!54Embed

When the Music Stops Lyrics Music, reality: sometimes its 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, show love, or would it matter? Could never be the lead-off batter If there aint shit for me to feed off, Im see-saw battlin But theres way too much at stake for me to be fake Theres 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 smokin crack? Fore I do that, Id beg Mariah to take me back Ill get up fore I get down, run myself in the ground Fore I put some wack shit out Im tryna smack this one out the park, five-thousand mark Yall steady tryna drown a shark Aint gon do nothin but piss me off Lid to the can of whip-ass, just twist me off See me leap out, pull a piece out Fuck shootin, Im just tryna knock his teeth out Fuck with me now, bitch, lets see you freestyle Talk is cheap Motherfucker, if you really feelin froggish, leap Yo, Slim, you gon let him get away with that? He tried to play you, you cant let him escape with that Man, I hate this crap This aint rap, this is crazy, the way we act When we confuse hip-hop with real life when the music stops Aint no gettin rid of McVay, if so, you wouldve tried The only way Im leavin this bitch is suicide I have died clinically Arrived back at my enemys crib with Hennessy Got drunk then I finished him Im every niggas favorite archenemy Physically fitted to be the most dangerous nigga with beef I spark willingly, with a Dillinger in the dark, diligently Im not what you think I appear to be fucked up, mentally endangered I cant 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 Ill murder you, I gauge and have me turn into A mad man, Son of Sam, bitch, Im surgical Im 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, dawg And you aint got nothin left but your word and your balls And youre stressed from the calls of your new friends Beggin with their hands out Checkin for your record when its sellin When it aint, thats the end: no laughs, no friends No girls, just the gin you drink til 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 Im bout to lose it all in a pool of alcohol If my funerals tomorrow, wonder would they even call? When the music stops Lets see how many of your men loyal When I pull up lookin for you with a pistol sippin a can of Pennzoil Im revved up; who said what when lead bust? Your head just explode with red stuff Im handcuffed, tossed in the paddy-wagon Braggin about how you shouted like a coward Bullets devoured you, showered you niggas If I was you niggas, Id run while given a chance Understand, I can enhance the spirit of man Death itself, it cant hurt me Just the thought of dyin alone that really irks me You aint worthy to speak thoughts of cheap talk Be smart and stop tryna walk how Gs walk before we spark Hug the floor while we playin tug-of-war wit your life Fuck a tour and a mic, Id rather fuck a whore with a knife Deliver that shit that coroners like You hype poppin shit in broad daylight, nigga, youre a goner at night Instigators turn pits in cages Let loose and bit the neighbors, wrist to razors Yall dont want war, yall want talk In the dark, my dogs all bark like, Woof! Proof, nigga, Im a wolf Get your whole roof caved in like reindeer hooves Stomp the booth, shake the floor tiles loose The more yall breathe, shit, the more I moves Its Hill Street, this is hardcore blues Put a gun to rap, check in all our dues, nigga Or make the news, bet you all yall move When the Uzi pop, you better drop when the music stop Music has changed my life in so many ways Brains confused, been fucked since the 5th grade LL told me to rock the bells N.W.A said Fuck tha Police, now Im in jail 93 was strictly R&B Fucked up haircut, listened to Jodeci Michael Jackson, who gon tell me I aint 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 grimy and gritty Marilyn Manson, I dyed my hair blue and grew some titties Ludacris told me to throw them bows Now Im in the hospital with a broken nose and a fractured elbow Voices in my head, Im goin in shock Im reachin for the Glock, but the music stops83Embed

Bad Meets Evil Lyrics I reckon you aint familiar with these here parts You know, theres a story behind that there saloon 20 years ago, two outlaws took this whole town over Sheriffs couldnt stop em Quickest damn gun-slingers Ive ever seen Got murdered in cold-blood That old saloon there was their little home away from home They say the ghosts of Bad and Evil still live in that tavern And on a quiet night, you can still hear The footsteps of Slim Shady and Royce Da 59 I dont speak, I float in the air, wrapped in a sheet Im not a real person, Im a ghost trapped in a beat I translate when my voice is read through a seismograph And the noise is spread Picked up and transmitted through Royces head Trap him in his room, possess him and hoist his bed Til the evilness flows through his blood like poisonous lead Told him each one of his boys is dead I asked him to come to the dark side He made a choice and said Who hard? Yo, I done heard worse We can get in two cars and accelerate at each other To see which onell swerve first Two blind bandits panic, whose mental capacity Holds that of a globe on top of nine other planets Kissed the cheek of the Devil, intelligence level Is hellier than treble peakin on speakers in the ghetto Dismissal, Im not a fair man, disgraced the race of an atheist Interceptin missiles with my bare hands like a patriot One track sliced without swords, I buried the Christ corpse In my past life, when the black knight mounted the white horse And stay over-worked, its like the Nazis and the Nation Collaboratin, attemptin to take over the Earth Cause this is what happens when Bad meets Evil We hit the trees til we look like Vietnamese people Hes Evil, and Im Bad like Steve Seagal Above the law cause I dont agree with police either Shit, me neither We aint eager to be legal So please leave me with the keys to your Jeep Eagle I breathe ether in three lethal amounts While I stab myself in the knee with a diseased needle Releasin rage on anybody in squeezin range Cold enough to make the seasons change into freezin rain No Im not, I just want to shoot up And Im pissed off, cause I cant find a decent vein The disaster with dreads, Im bad enough to commit suicide And survive long enough to kill my soul after Im dead When in danger, its funny, actually my flavors similar to a waiter Cause I serve any stranger with money I spray a hundred, man, until they joint chains While slippin bullets at point-blank range like they was punches Piss on a flag and burn it, murder you then come to your funeral Service lobby and strangle your body to confirm it Whippin human ass, throwin blows, crackin jaws With my fists wrapped in gauze, dipped in glue and glass Im blazin emcees, at the same time amazin emcees Somehow, emcees aint that eyebrow-raisin to me From all of angles of us, flash a MAC loud enough To cast a avalanche and bust til volcanoes erupt Hello? Ayo, what’s up? Stop, they know its us I used to be a loudmouth, remember me? Im the one who burned your house down Well, Im out now And this time, Im comin back to blow your house up And I aint gon leave you with a window to jump out of Give me two fat tabs and three shrooms And you wont see me, like fat people in steam rooms And when I go to hell and Im gettin ready to leave Ima put air in a bag and charge people to breathe Cause this is what happens when Bad meets Evil And we hit the trees til we look like Vietnamese people Hes Evil, and Im Bad like Steve Seagal Against peaceful, see you in Hell for the sequel See you in Hell Wall Street , Royce Da 59, Slim Shady See you in Hell for the sequel Bad Meets Evil, what? And so, thats the story of when Bad meets Evil Two of the most wanted individuals in the county Made Jesse James and Billy the Kid look like law-abiding citizens Its too bad they had to go out the way they did Got shot in the back comin out of that old saloon But their spirits still live on til this day Shh, wait, did yall hear that?49Embed

Rabbit Run Lyrics Some days I just wanna up and call it quits I feel like Im surrounded by a wall of bricks Every time I go to get up I just fall in pits My lifes like one great big ball of shit If I could just put it all into all I spit Stead of always tryna swallow it Instead of starin at this wall and shit While I sit, writers block, sick of all this shit Cant call it, shit, all I know is Im about to hit the wall If I have to see another one of Moms alcoholic fits This is it, last straw, thats all, thats it I aint dealin with another fuckin politic Im like a skillet bubblin until it filters up Im about to kill it, I can feel it buildin up Blow this building up, Ive concealed enough My cup runneth over, I done filled it up The pen explodes and busts, ink spills my guts You think all I do is stand here and feel my nuts Well, Ima show you what, you gon feel my rush You dont feel it, then it must be too real to touch Peel the Dutch, Im about to tear shit up Goosebumps, yeah, Ima make your hair sit up Yeah, sit up, Ima tell you who I be Ima make you hate me cause you aint me You wait, it aint too late to finally see What you closed-minded fucks were too blind to see Whoever finds me is gonna get a finders fee Out this world, aint no one out their mind as me You need peace of mind? Heres a piece of mine All I needs a line But sometimes I dont always find the words to rhyme To express how Im really feelin at that time Yeah, sometimes, sometimes, sometimes Its just sometimes, its always me How dark can these hallways be? The clock strikes midnight, one, two, then half-past three This half-assed rhyme with this half-assed piece Of paper Im desperate at my desk If I can just get the rest of the shit off my chest again Stuck in a slump, cant think of nothin Fuck, Im stumped up, oh wait, here comes somethin Nope, its not good enough, scribble it out New pad, crinkle it up, and throw the shit out Im fizzlin now, thought I figured it out Balls in my court, but Im scared to dribble it out Im afraid, but why am I afraid? Why am I a slave to this trade? Cyanide I spit to the grave Real enough to rile you up Want me to flip it? I can rip it any style you want Im a switch hitter, bitch, Jimmy Smith aint a quitter Ima sit until I get enough in me to finally hit a Fuckin boiling point, put some oil in your joints Flip the coin, bitch, come get destroyed An MCs worst dream, I make em tense They hate me, see me and shake like a chain-link fence By the looks of em, you would swear that Jaws was comin By the screams of em, you would swear Im sawin someone By the way theyre runnin, you would swear the law was comin Its now or never, and tonight is all or nothin Momma, Jimmy keeps leavin on us He said hed be back, he pinky promised, I dont think hes honest- Ill be back, baby I just gotta beat this clock Fuck this clock, Ima make em eat this watch Dont believe me? Watch, Ima win this race And Ima come back and rub my shit in your face Bitch, I found my niche, you gon hear my voice Til youre sick of it, you aint gonna have a choice If I gotta scream til I have half a lung If I have half a chance, Ill grab it—Rabbit, run!89Embed