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On Fire Lyrics You know, critics, man Critics never got nothin nice to say, man You know, the one thing I notice about critics, man Is critics never ask me how my day went Well, Ima tell em Augh, yesterday my dog died I hog tied a ho, tied her in a bow Said: Next time you blog, try to spit a flow. You wanna criticize, dog? Try a little mo Im so tired of this I could blow, fire in the hole Im fired up, so fire up the lighter and the dro Better hold on a little tighter, here I go Flows tighter, hot-headed as Ghost Rider Cold-hearted as Spider-Man throwing a spider in the snow So you better get lower than Flo Rida Inside of a lowrider with no tires, in a hole Why am I like this? Why is winter cold? Why is it when I talk Im so biased to the hoes? Listen, dog, Christmas is off, this is as soft as it gets This isnt golf, this is a blistering assault Those are your wounds, this is the salt, so get lost Shit, dissin me is just like pissin off the Wizard of Oz Wrap a lizard in gauze Beat you in the jaws with it, grab the scissors and saws And cut out your livers, gizzards, and balls Throw you in the middle of the ocean in a blizzard with Jaws So sip piss like sizzurp through a straw Then describe how it tasted like dessert to us all Got the gall to make Chris piss in his drawers Tickle him, go to his grave, skip him, and visit his dog Thats how you know youre on a roll Cause when youre hot its like youre burning up everyone elses cold Man, Im so fuckin sick I got ambulances pullin me over and shit You need to stop, drop, and roll Cause when you say the shit to get the whole hip-hop shop to blow Yeah Yuh I just put a bullshit hook in between two long-ass verses If you mistook this for a song, look, this aint a song Its a warning to Brooke Hogan and David Cook That the crook just took over, so book Run as fast as you can, stop writing and kill it Im lightning in a skillet, youre a fuckin flash in the pan I pop up, you bitches scatter like hot grease splashing a fan Mr. Mathers is the man, yeah, Im pissed But I would rather take this energy and stash it in a can Come back and whip your ass with it again Salivas like sulfuric acid in your hand Itll eat through anything, metal, the ass of Iron Man Turn him into plastic So for you to think that you could stand a fuckin chance is asinine Yeah, ask Denaun, man Hit a blind man with a coloring book And told him color inside the lines or get hit with a flying crayon Fuck it, I aint playin, pull up in a van And hop out on a homeless man holding a sign sayin Vietnam vet, Im out my fuckin mind, man Kick over the can, beat his ass, and leave him nine grand So if I seem a little mean to you This aint savage, you aint never seen a brute You wanna get graphic, we can go the scenic route You couldnt make a bulimic puke On a piece of fuckin corn and peanut poop Sayin you sick, quit playin, you prick, dont nobody care And why the fuck am I yellin at air? I aint even talkin to no one, cause aint nobody there And nobody will fuckin test me Cause these hoes wont even dare Im wasting punchlines, but I got so many to spare I just thought of another one that might go here Nah, dont waste it, save it, psycho—yeah Plus you got to rewrite those lines That you said about Michaels hair Thats how you know youre on a roll Cause when youre hot its like youre burning up everyone elses cold Man, Im so- Im so hot My motherfuckin firetrucks on fire, homie You need to stop, drop, and roll Cause when you say the shit to get the whole hip-hop shop to blow Yeah Oh, shit 76Embed

Underground Lyrics A lot of people ask me Where the fuck Ive been at the last few years Shit, I dont know But I do know Im back now Haha Here comes the rain and thunder now Nowhere to run, to run to now I disappeared, dont wonder how Lookin for me? Im underground Here comes the rain and thunder now Nowhere to run, to run to now I disappeared, dont wonder how Lookin for me? Im underground Dre, Im down here, under the ground, dig me up! Broken tibias, fibias, yeah, fix me up Sixty sluts, all of them dyin from asphyxia After they sip piss through a Christopher Reeves sippy cup Dixie cups, toxins, boxes of Oxy pads Enough Oxycontin to send a fuckin ox to rehab Wack job in the back in a black stocking cap Jackin off to a hockey mask at a boxing match Yes, he can I just did, faggot, now guess again Better text message your next-of-kin Tell em shits about to get extra messy Especially when I flex again And throw a fuckin lesbian in wet cement Faggoty, faggoty, faggoty! Raggedy Ann and Andy No! Raggedy Andy and Andy No, it cant be, it cant be—yes, it can be The fuckin Anti-Christ is back, Dante Its Satan in black satin panties This is Amityville, calamity, goddamn it Insanity, pills, fanny pack filled with Xannies Through every nook and cranny, lookin for trannies Milk and cookies spilled on my silk négligée, looky Razor-ba-lades with me to make you ba-leed Cases of Maybelline makeup lay on a table of weed Slim Shady? Shit sounds like a fable to me Til he jumps out of the fuckin toilet when youre takin a pee Here comes the rain and thunder now Nowhere to run, to run to now I disappeared, dont wonder how Lookin for me? Im underground Here comes the rain and thunder now Nowhere to run, to run to now I disappeared, dont wonder how Lookin for me? Im underground Six semen samples, seventeen strands of hair Found in the back of a van after the shoot with Vanity Fair Hannah Montana, prepare to elope with a can opener And be cut open like cantaloupe on canopy beds And Glad bags, yeah glad to be back Cause last year was a tragedy that landed me smack-dab in rehab Fuckin doctor, I aint understand a damn word he said I planned to relapse the second I walked out of that bitch Two weeks in Brighton, I aint enlightened Bitin into a fuckin Vicodin like Im a Viking Oh, lightning is strikin, it might be a fuckin sign I need a psychic Evaluation, fuck Jason, its Friday the 19th That means its just a regular day And this is the kind of shit I think of regularly Fuckin lesbian shouldnt have had her legs in the way Now shes pregnant and gay, missin both legs and beggin to stay Here comes the rain and thunder now Nowhere to run, to run to now I disappeared, dont wonder how Lookin for me? Im underground Here comes the rain and thunder now Nowhere to run, to run to now I disappeared, dont wonder how Lookin for me? Im underground Tell the critics Im back and Im comin to spit it back in abundance Hit a fag with onions, then split a bag of Funyuns Mad at me? Understandable, cannibal, shoot an animal Out of a cannon and have em catapult at an adult Captain of a cult with an elite following To turn Halloween back into a trick-or-treat holiday Have Michael Myers lookin like a liar, swipe his powers Replace his knife with flowers and a stack of fliers Hit Jason Vorhees with a 40; stuck a suppository Up his ass, and made him tell me a story Gave Hannibal Lector a fuckin nectarine And sat him in the fuckin fruit and vegetable section And gave him a lecture Walked up Elm Street with a fuckin Wiffle bat drew Fought Freddy Krueger and Edward Scissorhands too And came out with a little scratch, ooh Lookin like I got in a fuckin pillow fight with a Triple F.A.T. goose Insanity, can it be vanity? Wheres the humanity in having a twisted fantasy With an arm-and-leg amputee? Straitjacket with a hundred and eight brackets And a strap that wraps twice around my back Then they latch it; cut your fuckin head off And ask where youre headed off to Get it? Headed off to? Medic, this headaches awful! This anesthetics pathetic, so is this diabetic waffle And this prosthetic arm keeps crushin my hard taco Here comes the rain and thunder now Nowhere to run, to run to now I disappeared, dont wonder how Lookin for me? Im underground Here comes the rain and thunder now Nowhere to run, to run to now I disappeared, dont wonder how Lookin for me? Im underground So, it wasnt a choice, it was I had to do this And now I got 90 days clean And uh, thats all I have to share, thanks (Thanks for sharing, Brian Is there anyone else whod like to share this evening?) Yeah, I got something to share: When you walked through the door you were queer to me So come here, baby boy, just come here to me Youre a cock-boy, everybody wants you Youre gayer than you would ever claim to I wont have to rape you So, homie, lay down, down, down Lay down, down, down Lay down, down, down, lay down, lay down Wheres everybody going? This always went over real big in Gay-A Okay, wait, I got another one I just love condoms and lots of cum No? Well, shit!52Embed

BANG Lyrics Yeah , uh Machine Its not a game, nigga Its not a fuckin game, nigga Look, look Ayo, I use the Arm & Hammer just to fluff my brick Say what I wanna say and I dont give a fuck, Im rich Tuck my fifth, dont hesitate to bust my shit I tell you niggas like Kyrie, Suck my dick I dont trust a soul, I dont even trust my bitch Before I fall in love, Id rather cut my wrist I sweat Ace of Spades, nigga, thats how much I sip Body a rap nigga quick before the Dutch got twist Yeah, the shotty ring, this shit is not a thing The chopper make your body lean, my niggas body things Uh, Im with the jackboys, Im with the robbin team On my mama, I never rocked a pair of Robin jeans Everything I jot is mean, how you gon stop Machine? My name, it probably ring like Las Vegas slot machines The MAC by my pelvis in my Helmut Lang The shellsll bang, make everything outta your helmet hang Uh, the mayo jar was Hellmanns when I swirled the caine Then I wrapped the yayo up in cellophane My shooter got Dame Lillard from the elbow aim I thought of that while I was courtside at the Melo game Bricks are off-white, I imported some Whippin all night until the mornin come Still pitchin long nights until my fortune come Thats big checks on the side like the Off-White Jordan 1s, ugh! Ayo, they think this shit a game, nigga Ayo, they think this shit a game Ayo, they think this shit a game Until I pull up, let it ring Until I pull up, let it ring Until I pull up, let it ring Ayo, they think this shit a game, nigga Ayo, they think this shit a game Ayo, they think this shit a game Until I pull up, let it bang, nigga Until I pull up, let it bang Until I pull up, let it– I used to be a man of the people Hit the clubs and mingle Used to dream one day Id be fuckin pink like a flamingo That was back when I smoked Canibus Man, but it was tough, cause I was a fan of his So it sucked to hand him his ass, but Yeah, lookin back on my feuds How me and Ja Rule almost got cool Cause we shot pool back in 01 Was it 02? I dont know, but Something told me fuckin not to Then we got stuck in high school, I shoved an Oscar up his wazoo Yeah, but I think of the rappers I slayed and buried like every night And every career I mightve killed, sometimes I say a prayer and I Wonder is there a heaven for a G? And if so, is the sanctuary nice? Studios for rap like Coolio, shootin craps at gangsters paradise Huh, here a mic, there a mic Everywhere a mic, share and share alike But just dont compare alike Instead of comparin me, pick a fair fight Compare me to lightnin, that similaritys strikin Compare me to Jaws Compare me to Manson, Marilyn or Charles Compare me to Nas, Biggie, or Pac Do not compare me to that Iggy bitch Or all this fuckin Milli Vanilli hip-hop This is where all that silly shit stops Compare me to the pistol that triggered this thought The semi, the Glock, 9 millis get cocked, Im sending a shot Dont come around with them floss raps tryna stunt Compare me to Meek, big wheelies get popped One by one, compare em to scabs, Im picking them off Theyre going home to fuck Nicki Minaj, aw Compare me to Diggity-Das, yah Im hickity-hitting it raw, ha In the trailer park Told her Id play the part like Kanan Starks Ate her twat like a Tater Tot, oh shit Get the strap like a trainin bra Lunchtime like at eight-oclock But Shadys not for the faint of heart Goin at these pricks like Lorena Bobbitt Yall want drama, we can make a scary movie like Marlon Wayans Yall lookin at the charred remains of Charlamagne tha God Slim whip, Westside, and Conway are not playin I cock back, aim, and I spray ya like 138Embed

Kill for You Lyrics Oooooh Oooooh Oooooh You could make me a believer Even if that shit aint true You could make me commit murder Baby, Id kill for you In my eyes Even if you are wrong, you are right Even if its a terrible crime, its alright Cause I got your back, and I know you got mine I belong to the church of your name, Sing a song Cause I worship the ground you walk on If I pray for you, I know youll be there You could make me a believer Even if that shit aint true You could make me commit murder Baby, Id kill for you In my bed I believe every word that youve said Just a kiss and you make me forget All the bad, the battles we lost, the bodies we hid You dont know, just how far Id be willing to go You put the cracks into my moral code So you can count on me to always be there You could make me a believer Even if that shit aint true You could make me commit murder Baby, Id kill for you Oh, lord, forgive my weary hands And for what they may do Ill carry out his evil plans If he wants me to In your dream, youre drownin, I just waltz in and saved you Im your alternate escape route, the altar you pray to Your ultimate savior, your behavior is altered Aint your fault cause I made you Brainwash and persuade you Gibraltar, your faithll never falter or waver One you call to in danger, Im your guardian angel Nobody can tell you shit, youve already made your Mind just follow me, babe, you Wont be sorry you stayed, you Always ride, whatever the plan is Til the end, even if I led us into an ambush Even if we robbed a First National and cops caught us redhanded Theyre coming at us, and were trapped with our backs up Against the wall, and its too tall Youd catapult me or hold the ladder for me Stay back to get captured, take the fall You make it all worth it Baby doll, youre perfect the way you are Accidents happen All I know is you love me, thats really all that matters And any who cross our paths are just collateral damage At your side, got your lateral, back, your front, diagonal Backwards, blackbirds, we attack like animals When they threaten what we have its a natural reaction Youll lay a bitch flat on her back in a second flat for me Who tries to take your man from you Its blasphemy, another casualty, youll go whatever route Do whatever you have to do, youd blast for me I never doubt that Thats cause you You could make me a believer Even if that shit aint true You could make me commit murder Baby, Id kill for you 97Embed

No Apologies Lyrics In my mind, Im a fighter, my hearts a lighter My soul is the fluid, my flow sparks it right up An arsenic writer, author with arth-r-itis Carpal tunnel, Marshall with Start-Shit-Itis Hardheaded and hotheaded, bullheaded and pigheaded Dick-headed, a prick, a big headache Im sick, quick-witted; for every lyric spitted There are six critics who wait for me to slip with it So, quick—this dynamite stick, bury the wick Its gonna explode any minute Some lunatic lit it And its not Nelly, do not tell me to stop yelling When I stop selling, Ill quit, so stop dwelling! I am not failing, you fuckers are not ready ‘Cause I got jelly, like Beyoncés potbelly This is destiny; yes, money, Im off running So get off of me, Im not slowing or softening No apologies! Nah, suckers, Im not sorry You can all sue me, yall could be the cause of me No apologies! Yall feeling the force of me No remorse for me, like there was no recourse for me Nah, no apologies! Not even acknowledging you at all Til I get a call that Gods coming No apologies! Laugh, fuckers, its all funny I can spit in your face while youre standing across from me No apologies! My head hits the pillow, a weeping willow I cant sleep, a pain so deep, it bellows But these cellos help just to keep me mellow Hands on my head, touch knees to elbows Im hunched over, emotion just flows over These cold shoulders are both frozen, you dont know me I keep saying it, I cant stress it enough So keep playing it, and stand next to the subs I choke mics like asphyxiation When Im strangling my own throat masturbating, haha! Fuck, yeah, Im a basket case And Ill master this rap shit til my ass gets wasted Til my assassination Til Im slain cause of some fags infatuation .44 mags a fascination A taste for disaster, and if thats the case, then— No apologies! Nah, suckers, Im not sorry You can all sue me, yall could be the cause of me No apologies! Yall feeling the force of me No remorse for me, like there was no recourse for me Nah, no apologies! Not even acknowledging you at all Til I get a call that Gods coming No apologies! Laugh, fuckers, its all funny I can spit in your face while youre standing across from me No apologies! This song isnt for you, its for me A true MC, its what hell do just to see If he still has it and if his skills mastered Hes able to spill raps long after hes killed, thats a— Real MC, got you feelin me Whether willing or unwillingly, you still agree As long as theres still this hunger and will in me Then expect a longer life expectancy Id be a savage beast If I aint had this Outlet to salvage me inside Id be exploding, soaked in self-loathing And mourning, so Im warning you: Dont coax me Its silly, I’m really a sheep in wolfs clothing Who only reacts when he gets pushed, dont be— Fooled; the press blows up this whole thing Its stupid, they dont know, ‘cause they dont see That Im wounded, all they did was ballooned it Im sick of talking bout these tattoos Cartoon did Thats why I tuned it out, Im sick of duking And they can suck my dick while Im puking And you, too, you can— Expect no sympathy from me Im an MC, this is how Im supposed to be Cold as a G, my hearts frozen It dont even beat, so expect no apologies Expect no sympathy from me Im an MC, this is how Im supposed to be Cold as a G, my hearts frozen It dont even beat, so expect no apologies96Embed

Say Goodbye Hollywood Lyrics Sayin goodbye, sayin goodbye to Hollywood Sayin goodbye, sayin goodbye to Hollywood Sayin goodbye, sayin goodbye to Hollywood Sayin goodbye, sayin goodbye to Hollywood Sayin goodbye, sayin goodbye to Hollywood Sayin goodbye, sayin goodbye to Hollywood Sayin goodbye, sayin goodbye to Hollywood Sayin goodbye, sayin goodbye to Hollywood I thought I had it all figured out, I did I thought I was tough enough to stick it out with Kim But I wasnt tough enough to juggle two things at once I found myself layin on my knees in cuffs Which shouldve been a reason enough for me to get my stuff And just leave, how come I couldnt see this shit myself? Its just me, nobody couldnt see the shit I felt Knowin damn well she wasnt gonna be there when I fell To catch me; the minute shit was heated, she just bailed Im standin here swingin on like thirty people by myself I couldnt even see the millimeter when it felt Turned around, saw Gary stashin the heater in his belt Saw the bouncers rush him and beat him to the ground I just sold two million records, I dont need to go to jail Im not about to lose my freedom over no female I need to slow down, try to get my feet on solid ground So for now— Sayin goodbye, sayin goodbye to Hollywood Sayin goodbye, sayin goodbye to Hollywood Sayin goodbye, sayin goodbye to Hollywood Sayin goodbye, sayin goodbye to Hollywood Sayin goodbye, sayin goodbye to Hollywood Sayin goodbye, sayin goodbye to Hollywood Sayin goodbye, sayin goodbye to Hollywood Sayin goodbye, sayin goodbye to Hollywood Bury my face in comic books, cause I dont wanna look At nothing, this worlds too much, Ive swallowed all I could If I could swallow a bottle of Tylenol, I would And end it for good, just say goodbye to Hollywood I probably should, these problems are pilin all at once ‘Cause everything that bothers me, I got it bottled up I think Im bottomin out, but Im not about to give up I gotta get up, thank God I got a little girl And Im a responsible father, so not a lot of good Id be to my daughter layin in the bottom of the mud Must be in my blood ‘cause I dont know how I do it All I know is I dont wanna follow in the footsteps Of my dad ‘cause I hate him so bad The worst fear that I had Was growin up to be like his fuckin ass Man, if you could understand why I am the way that I am What do I say to my fans when I tell em Im Sayin goodbye, sayin goodbye to Hollywood Sayin goodbye, sayin goodbye to Hollywood Sayin goodbye, sayin goodbye to Hollywood Sayin goodbye, sayin goodbye to Hollywood Sayin goodbye, sayin goodbye to Hollywood Sayin goodbye, sayin goodbye to Hollywood Sayin goodbye, sayin goodbye to Hollywood Sayin goodbye, sayin goodbye to Hollywood I dont wanna quit, but shit, I feel like this is it For me to have this much appeal like this is sick This is not a game, this fame, in real life, this is sick Publicity stunt my ass, conceal my fuckin dick Fuck the guns, Im done, Ill never look at gats If I scrap, Ill scrap like I aint never whipped some ass I love my fans, but no one ever puts a grasp On the fact Ive sacrificed everything I have I never dreamt Id get to the level that Im at This is wack, this is more than I ever coulda asked Everywhere I go, a hat, a sweater hood or mask What about math, how come I wasnt ever good at that? Its like the boy in the bubble, who never could adapt Im trapped, if I could go back, I never wouldve rapped I sold my soul to the devil, Ill never get it back I just wanna leave this game with level head intact Imagine goin from bein a no-one to seein Everything blow up, and all you did was just grow up emceein Its fuckin crazy, ‘cause all I wanted was to give Hailie The life I never had, instead I forced us to live alienated, so Im sayin Sayin goodbye, sayin goodbye to Hollywood Sayin goodbye, sayin goodbye to Hollywood Sayin goodbye, sayin goodbye to Hollywood Sayin goodbye, sayin goodbye to Hollywood Sayin goodbye, sayin goodbye to Hollywood Sayin goodbye, sayin goodbye to Hollywood Sayin goodbye, sayin goodbye to Hollywood Sayin goodbye, sayin goodbye to Hollywood Goodbye, goodbye Hollywood Please dont cry for me When Im gone for good So goodbye, goodbye Hollywood Please dont cry for me When Im gone for good 66Embed

As the World Turns Lyrics Yes, man As the world turns We all experience things in life Trials and tribulations That we all must go through When someone wants to test us When someone tries our patience I hang with a bunch of hippies and wacky tobacco planters Who swallow lit roaches and light up like jack-o-lanterns Outsidaz, baby, and we suin the courts Cause we dope as fuck and only get a 2 in The Source Yo, they never shouldve booted me outta reform school Deformed fool, takin a shit in the warm pool Til they threw me out the Ramada Inn I said, It wasnt me, I got a twin Oh my God, its you, not again It all started when my mother took my bike away Cause I murdered my guinea pig and stuck him in the microwave After that, it was straight to the 40 ouncers Slappin teachers and jackin off in front of my counselors Class clown freshman, dressed like Les Nessman Fuck the next lesson, Ill pass the test guessin And all the other kids said, Eminem is a thizz head Hell never last, the only class hell ever pass is Phys Ed Maybe true, til I told this bitch in gym class That she was too fat to swim laps, she need a Slim Fast Yeah, bitch, you so big You walked into Vic Tannys and stepped on Jenny Craig She picked me up to snap me like a skinny twig Put me in a headlock, then I thought of my guinea pig I felt the evilness and started transformin It began stormin, I heard a bunch of cheerin fans swarmin Grabbed that bitch by her hair, drug her across the ground And took her up to the highest divin board and tossed her down Sorry coach, its too late to tell me stop While I drop this bitch face down and watch her belly-flop As the world turns These are the days of our lives These are the things that we must go through Day by day We drive around in million-dollar sports cars While little kids hide this tape from their parents like bad report cards Outsidaz, and we suin the courts Cause we dope as fuck and only get a 2 in The Source Hypochondriac, hangin out at the laundromat Where all the raunchy, fat, white-trashy blondes be at Dressed like a sailor, standin by a pail of garbage Its almost dark and Im still tryna nail a trailer park bitch I met a slut and said, What up? Its nice to meet ya Id like to treat you to a Faygo and a slice of pizza But Im broke as fuck And I dont get paid til the first of next month But if youd care to join me, I was about to roll this next blunt But I aint got no weed, no Phillies or no papers Plus, Im a rapist and a repeated prison escapist So give me all your money and dont try nothin funny Cause you know your stinking ass is too fat to try to outrun me I went to grab my gun, thats when her ass put it on me With an uppercut, hit me with a basket of laundry I fell through the glass doors, started causin a scene Slid across the floor and flew right into a washin machine Jumped up with a broken back, thank God I was smokin crack All day, and doped up on coke and smack All I wanted to do was rape the bitch and snatch her purse Now I wanna kill her, but yo, I gotta catch her first Ran through Rallys parkin lot and took a shortcut Saw the house she ran up in and shot her fuckin porch up Kicked the door down to murder this divorced slut Looked around the room Thats when I seen her bedroom door shut I know youre in there, bitch, I got my gun cocked You might as well come out now She said, Come in, its unlocked I walked in and all I smelled was Liz Claiborne And seen her spread across the bed naked, watchin gay porn She said, Come here, big boy, lets get acquainted I turned around to run, twisted my ankle and sprained it She came at me at full speed, nothin could stop her I shot her five times and every bullet bounced off her I started to beg, No, please let go But she swallowed my fuckin leg whole like an egg roll With one leg left, now Im hoppin around crippled I grabbed my pocket knife and sliced off her right nipple Just tryna buy me some time, then I remembered this magic trick Duh-dah-duh-dah-duh-duh, go-go gadget dick Whipped that shit out, and aint no doubt about it It hit the ground, caused an earthquake and power outage I shouted, Now, bitch, lets see who gets the best Stuffed that shit in, crooked and fucked that fat slut to death Ow, ow Ow, ahh And as we go along Throughout the days of our lives We all face small obstacles And challenges everyday That we must go through These are the things That surround us through our atmosphere Every day Every single day the world keeps turning Keeps turning Keeps turning 42Embed

EPMD 2 Lyrics Respectfully Bucket on low like Erick and Parrish Closed casket flow, all you niggas get deaded They dont give you one single rose while you can smell it So I pick from my own garden Wanna go out in my garden like Godfather Grandkids and a Rottweiler got over the block trauma So what you sayin, nigga? You gots to chill Thinkin you the truth, really you not for real Back to back with it, the hardest shit of the year EPMD, we back in business Aint nobody fuckin with us, come to your senses P is the second comin of God, somеthin to witness Piece of shit, fly on your hеad like Mike Pences, we in the trenches Im mad, better yet, Im on a rampage My people cant even get minimum wage Fuck a stimulus , give me some interest Give me a loan , give me a home Give me that land you owe me so I can roam So when you trespass, blaow, one in your dome Best wishes, ghost em like he Tommy Aint worried bout nothing cause Hit Squad behind me EPMD, we back in business I visualize what it is, not what it isnt We at the mafia table next to the kitchen Eatin Michelin Stars, countin a million Dun! I let it go for the family, meetins at Cote in Miami Them wine bottles on maggie, extra large Sign up for my masterclass, Escobar Feet up at Mets Stadium at my restaurant Tied in from AZ to Dave East You know my thoughts get crazy My teachers, they couldnt grade me I know some Haitians in Dade County, got choppers in Haiti She booked a flight to Colombia, made her body amazin Just to post it on Tumblr, this that fuck up the summer shit I dont care what you comin with, me and Hit-Boy runnin shit Big gold, rope chains, but they flooded now Pull up with the Ghost like a haunted house She gettin scary, blood on my hands like Carrie Might walk through a cemetery to see where hip-hop is buried I said it was dead, but it faked its death like Machiavelli You see letters in red splatter, look like sauce and spaghetti EPMD, were back in business Livin in cramped conditions, will give you ammunition I stock those shelves, I got those shells like Taco Bell and Im not gon fail I got no Ls like Christmas, you dont wanna make the claws come out Yall should call yourselves Santa cause none of yall are real Not a single one , like a dollar bill Just like your bitch in appellate court, shes on a pill We got her a bond and shell Never bail on me , not even outta jail EPMD, but me, I gots no chill Just a lotta skrill Lady, my papers so crazy, I just tossed a mil out the window of my mobile On the fuckin freeway on the way here Like Rudolph and his homies when they pullin the sleigh, yeah Thats a lot of bucks flyin when Im makin it rain, dear Green on me but no weed, shorty, just these, darling A pocket full of pills, some are Tylenol 3s, prolly two or three Molly So some are E , which reminds me of Rap Summary, mami My theme song, me and P always used to play that shit on repeat all day So please call me Big Daddy Plus I got the Kane and Lean On Me MCs, Im eatin you B-I-T-C-Hs like tortilla chips Me, Im free of debt, yeah, green is on Chia Pet This is the effects of my old neighborhood misery index Poverty at its peak, OCD and PTSD, I guess R.I.P. out to DMX, Stezo E and Nipsey Ecstasy and Prince Markie Dee, MF DOOM, I hit 50 via text Told him that I love him cause I dont even know when Ima see him next Tomorrow could be your death Yeah, and this shit aint for the faint Cause the brains illa trained killer, danger, deranged And I drank all the DayQuil I blank on the paper Then wait til the page fill up Hate spiller, shameful the strength of a pain pill or tranq I just pray for the day when Im able to say that Im placed with the greats And my names with the Kanes and the Waynes, and the Jays and the Dres And the Yes, and the Drakes and the J Dillas, Jadas, Cool Js And the Ras and amazin as Nas is, and praise to the Gods of this Shout to the golden age of Hip-Hop and the name of this song is EPMD, we back in business I visualize what it is, not what it isnt We at the mafia table next to the kitchen Eatin Michelin Stars, countin a million114Embed

You Don’t Know Lyrics Shady! Yeah Who run it? You know, you actin like you dont know We run it, yeah, you know, but you actin like you dont know Who run it? You know, you actin like you dont know We run it, yeah, you know but you actin like you dont know You know, you actin like you dont know I tear the club up fo sho This flow is gon bring mo dough Yeah, you know, but you actin like you dont know Now, homie, I say I run it, run it cause Im in control Hpnotiq, Hennessy, a couple shots of Patrón I have you feelin aight, I get you high as a kite Party poppin, shawty says she comin with me tonight I aint shoulder leanin, I aint snappin and poppin Either Im bobbin my head or Im just standin there watchin Im a hustler, I hustle; you can tell that Im paid And I protect what I got, Im in the house with my blade Nigga, you front, you gon get it, okay, now maybe Ive said it Cause I want you to tridip, yeah, I be on that shidit You should see when Im stuntin, I flash the stones to be wantin Push the whip, see me rollin, you can tell that Im holdin Im just doin my thang, you know the Units the gang I got my grimy Shady with me, you front, youll have to get me Off yo ass, I pay the lawsuit and laugh Haha! Its not a big deal, its nothin but some cash Lets go! Who run it? You know, you actin like you dont know I tear the club up fo sho This flow is gon bring mo dough Yeah, you know, but you actin like you dont know Who run it? You know, you actin like you dont know I tear the club up fo sho This flow is gon bring mo dough Yeah, you know, but you actin like you dont know When me and Fif got together to do this music The more we became enveloped We just developed a fellowship through it Its no pretend shit, its friendship, mi nemesis es su nemesis Same for him, its just media, see to them its just images But this shit is no gimmicks, this is blood in and blood out When its beef you just gotta know when to butt in and butt out If theres a problem we solve it, if we dont resolve it It usually just evolves into one big brawl And we all get involved in it And we should all get a merit, this much beef we inherit And wear it like a badge of honor, pass it around and share it And let it go to whoevers holdin The most current beef on their shoulders And their soldiers got their backs til its over But tonight, we aint come in here to beef with nobody We came to party: Banks, Ca$his, and Mr. Ferrari So its Shady, Aftermizath, back in that ass, you izzask? Come izzon, what kinda fizzuckin quizzestion is that? Who run it? You know, you actin like you dont know I tear the club up fo sho This flow is gon bring mo dough Yeah, you know, but you actin like you dont know Who run it? I said, you know but you actin like you dont know I tear the club up fo sho This flow is gon bring mo dough Yeah, you know, but you actin like you dont know Pistol play, ricochet, see where the victim lay Slumped over bleedin; J.F.K HK til your chest plate cave Ima ride to the death, do you rep that way? Forever Ima be a Shady 7-4 gangsta Pussy, Ill survive everything you got in that chamber I thrive off of danger, jumpin in all beef You keep talkin shit, now the squad have called me Enough holdin back the steam, Em let off a magazine Dappadon Cappa Queens, mixed in with Ca$his creams Started off with half a dream, developed into what you see Tellin aint my cup of tea, cant tell Im a fuckin G? Im on automatic when Im at it, start static And you splattered, shit shattered, Im a walkin bitch magnet Spit it how I live it, live it all-way to the limit And Im always on my pivot for my digits, you dig it? See… Who run it? You know, you actin like you dont know We run it, yeah, you know, but you actin like you dont know Who run it? You know, you actin like you dont know We run it, yeah, you know but you actin like you dont know You know, you actin like you dont know I tear the club up fo sho This flow is gon bring mo dough Yeah, you know, but you actin like you dont know You know who this is Shady, G-Unit, Aftermath Lloyd Banks, Ca$his, Marshall Mathers, Ferrari F-50 Its a movement, you cant stop it Talk of New York, Tony Yayo43Embed

Black Magic Lyrics Black magic, night walker She haunts me like no other Nobody told me love is pain, oh Black magic, dark water Surrounds me like no other Shes got my heart in chains Were volatile, I cant call it, though Its like too large a peg, and too small a hole But she cheats and I catch her like the common cold Last time, I broke her collar bone, shes intolerablе All I know is that the sex is phеnomenal, though Were an unlikely pair Like two different Nike Airs But Im the same size she wears So I think were soulmates though People dont like us together, but like we care Yeah, but God strike me dead She knows that I would walk over hot coals For her with both of my feet bare But soon as I ask to hit Its like she grabs a switch And turns me over her knee Cause my ass is whipped, yeah And I got her back, but Im spineless So when she stabs me in mine Its like I just cant feel the knife As she pokes, jabs it, and slices One minute, shell build me up The next, shell push me round Probably why she calls me dumbbell She lifts me up , then puts me down But I am under her thumbnail I must be under her spell Its like lookin right into a gun barrel But none of these hoes can fuck with my girl She got that— Black magic, night walker She haunts me like no other Nobody told me love is pain, oh Black magic, dark water Surrounds me like no other Shes got my heart in chains We wake up, break up, make up like Maybelline Now shes all made up like make-believe Probably why shes so fake to me But what the fucks it gonna take for me to make her see? Strip her naked and take her keys I been plannin this day for weeks But I cant tell if Im wake or sleep But if this is actually happenin, sucker for pain Im stuck in this radioactive pattern But her by her motherfuckin hairs All I imagine draggin She lunges, attacks, and scratches But I aint gonna stand for that shit Like Kaep for the National Anthem As I stab, Im laughin So much for witchcraft and magic Abracadabra that, bitch No turnin back, Im blackin As I say farewell to the love of my life, I cut and I slice I give her one last hug goodbye Wipe the blood off my butterfly knife Watch her fuckin die right in front of my eyes But in hindsight Think I just wanted to see what her insides look like As I pop another five Vics Thats what this highs like Look down, theres mud on my Nikes Shovel at my side, blood on my mic Now wake up to Music To Be Murdered By like—76Embed

So Bad Lyrics Yeah, haha You feel that, baby? Yeah, I feel it too, damn You know, Im so glad we could spend this time together You see, Im not as crazy as you thought I was, am I? (Cause you aint never met nobody like me And you aint gonna wanna fuck nobody else again) Im the American Dream Im the definition of white trash ballin, Im right back on em With a— err-chick-err, chicka-chick— I cant call it Same shit, different toilet, oh, you got a nice ass, darling Cant wait to get you into my Benz, take you for a spin What you mean we aint fuckin? You take me for a friend? Let me tell you the whole story of Shadys origin Youll be sorry if you slam my Mercedes door again Now, it all started with my father I mustve got my pimpin genes from him the way he left my momma Im a rolling stone, just like him, word to Johnny Drama Keep my entourage with me, baby, Ill make a promise There aint nobody as bomb as me, Im as calm as The breeze, Im the bees knees, his legs, and his arms, Im a Superstar, girl, Im ready for you, Mama Why you think the only thing I got on is my pajamas? Im so bad, Im so good that Im so bad I guarantee Ill be the greatest thing you ever had Cause you aint never met nobody like me And you aint gonna wanna fuck nobody else again Im so bad, Im so good that Im so bad I guarantee Ill be the greatest thing you ever had Cause you aint never met nobody like me And you aint gonna wanna fuck nobody else again Im equivalent to a shot of Cuervo, first, Ill kiss your navel Work my way down, baby, you can lay down on the table But you may wanna find somethin more stable I told you I aint foolin from the gate, this aint the first day of April But thank you for stayin, April, Ima make you Learn to appreciate me, differentiate me From these phony, little fishy and sissy fake Gs Skip over the huggy bear, and all the kissy face, please Initiate phase three, missy, now service me Take another shot of Jäger, shake it so nervously Take your time, baby, ooh, youre the bomb, baby Ooh, youre doing that even better than your mom, lady I told you why Im Shady, you didnt listen now, did ya? Relax, woman, you know that Im only kiddin wit ya Got a twisted sense of humor, its warped, but I didnt hit ya I think youre finally startin to get the picture, Im just– Im so bad, Im so good that Im so bad I guarantee Ill be the greatest thing you ever had Cause you aint never met nobody like me And you aint gonna wanna fuck nobody else again Im so bad, Im so good that Im so bad I guarantee Ill be the greatest thing you ever had Cause you aint never met nobody like me And you aint gonna wanna fuck nobody else again Call me dynamite Dynamite Dynamite , soul Call me dynamite Dynamite Dynamite , soul, oh I can hold you in the morning But in the evening, I gotta go Cause Im on to the next girl And the next girl, I kinda like, oh, oh, oh I got you caught up in the rapture, make you recapture The feelings you had for your last boyfriend before he slapped ya You never wanted someone so bad, youre Sweatin, but if Im what you wanted Whyd you panic when I grabbed ya? Girl, dont be so frantic, Im just a hopeless romantic Dont try to fight the feeling of somethin thats so organic You cant ignore it, so dont, just stand before it Just drop them panties to the floor, lets get to camcordin Damn, shawty, I told you this was bound to happen Soon as you wrote your number on the napkin I was bound to work a number on your back And throw your spine out of alignment My love has got you so blind that You couldnt pick Amy Winehouse out of a line-up So stop at the store, pick a pint up Lets get the pineapple Schnapps going, no one will knock Cause Ima hang a sign up saying Dont Disturb Shawty, Im so superb I say the right things, dont I spit the dopest words? Im so bad, Im so good that Im so bad I guarantee Ill be the greatest thing you ever had Cause you aint never met nobody like me And you aint gonna wanna fuck nobody else again Im so bad, Im so good that Im so bad I guarantee Ill be the greatest thing you ever had Cause you aint never met nobody like me And you aint gonna wanna fuck nobody else again Call me dynamite Dynamite Dynamite , soul Call me dynamite Dynamite Dynamite , soul, oh I can hold you in the morning But in the evening, I gotta go Cause Im on to the next girl And the next girl, I kinda like, oh, oh, oh Im so bad, Im so good that Im so bad I guarantee Ill be the greatest thing you ever had Cause you aint never met nobody like me And you aint gonna wanna fuck nobody else again Dr. Dre 2010 Lightyears ahead of you Woo!68Embed

W.T.P. Lyrics Yeah! Oh! Get up I said, get up Woo! Lets go Better watch out now cause here we come And we aint stoppin until we see the morning sun So give us room to do our thing cause we aint come to hurt no one So eerybody come and get up on the floor now and grab someone Man, first of all; Im a boss, I just want to get that across Man, even my dentist hates when I floss Pull up to the club in a Pinto like its a Porsche Garbage bag for one of the windows, spray-painted doors With the flames on em, Michigan plates, and my names on em Baby, Shadys here, come and get him if you dames want him But he aint stupid so quit tryna run them games on him Hes immune to Cupid, why you tryna put your claims on him? Cause you wont do to me what you did to the last man Now climb in back, try not to kick over the gas can Theres a half a gallon in it, that could be our last chance We have of just gettin home, now can I get that lap dance? Shes got a tattoo of me right above her ass, man In the streets of Warren, Michigan we call em tramp stamps That means she belongs to me, time to put the damn clamps down And show this hussy whos the man; now get amped, dance! Now you can do this on your own But everyone knows that no one likes to be alone So get on the floor and grab somebody Aint nothin but a white trash party So lets have us a little bash And if anyone asks, it aint no one but us trash You dont know, you better ask somebody Cause were having a white trash party Pull a fifth of Bacardi from out of my underwear And walk around the party without a care, like a body without a head Lookin like a zombie from Night of the Living Dead And tomorrow Ill probably still be too high to get out of bed Til I feel like I been hit with the sharp part of the hammer Mixin Hennessy and Fanta with Pepto and Mylanta I shoot the gift like Im hollerin Die Santa Missed the tree and hit Rudolph and two innocent bystanders So quit tryna play the wall like you Paul, and Get on the floor when the beat drops and stop stallin They call me the Stephon Marbury of rap, darlin Cause as soon as they throw on some R. Kelly, I start ballin Makin it rain for the ladies in the minis But Im not throwin ones, five, tens, or even twenties Im throwin quarters, nickels, dimes, pennies up at skinnies Man, I do this for them bunnies up at Dennys From the North, East, and West— But when it comes to them trailers in them South-parks Muffle it, cause, homie, that hoods tighter than Kennys So, ladies, if your belly buttons not an innie, then Im outtie Now hop in my minivan, lets get rowdy Come on Now you can do this on your own But everyone knows that no one likes to be alone So get on the floor and grab somebody Aint nothin but a white trash party So lets have us a little bash And if anyone asks, it aint no one but us trash You dont know, you better ask somebody Cause were having a white trash party Now, whether youre black, white, or purple; if youre misunderstood But you dont give a fuck, you aint doin shit that you should Long as you know youre up to evil, and youre no damn good Get on the floor, man, and rep your hood Now, honey, dont let them pricks trip We should make a quick dip And go do some doughnuts in the hospital parking lot Cause, girl, I got a sick whip Kick the back window out of my Gremlin Put two milk crates in the trunk, rip out the stick shift And make a five-seater, Ill be damned if I feed a chick It aint like me to split a piece of dry pita I be the S-L-to-the-I-M to the S-H-A-D-Y And I dont need a tank top to be a wife beater Ill rip a tree out the ground and flip it upside down Fore I turn over a new leaf, clown Ill tell you now, Im so raw, I still need to unthaw You feel me, yall? I shut the club down like Drake in the mall But baby, a body like thats against the law You the baddest little chain with the blades I ever saw Coleslaw containers, empty straw wrappers, and all You got more junk in your trunk than I do in my car Now get up Now you can do this on your own But everyone knows that no one likes to be alone So get on the floor and grab somebody Aint nothin but a white trash party So lets have us a little bash And if anyone asks, it aint no one but us trash You dont know, you better ask somebody Cause were having a white trash party 81Embed

Difficult Lyrics They ask me am I okay, they ask me if Im happy Are they askin me that because of the shit thats been thrown at me? Or am I just a little snappy and they genuinely care? Doody, most of my life, its just been me and you there And I continuously stare at pictures of you I never got to say I love you as much as I wanted to, but I do Yeah, I say it now when you cant hear me What the fuck good does that do me now? But somehow, I know youre near me, your presence Oh, I went and dropped some presents off for Easter To them two little beautiful boys of yours to try to ease their Minds a little, and dog, youll never believe this But Sharonda actually talks to me now—Jesus! And everyone else is just tryin to pick up the pieces Man, how could you touch so many fuckin lives and just leave us? They say grievance has its way of affectin everyone different If its true, how the fuck Im supposed to get over you? Difficult as it sounds Doody, I drop a tear in a rhyme The day you find it is the day I stop missin DeShaun Holton, it was written, it was woven For a soldier to leave so suddenly, got me wide open How could God take a soul so dope and Turn around, leave us all heartbroken? Know that youre sayin, Keep goin! Be a man! No emotion! Its your duty! Until we meet again, Doody Doody, thats what wed call each other I dont know where it came from But it just stuck with us, we was always brothers Never thought about each others skin colors Til one day we was walkin up the block in the summer It was like ninety degrees, I was catchin a sunburn Tryin to walk under the trees just to give me some comfort Im moan and I just wanna get home and I look over and your shirt is off Im like, Youre gonna fry, youre like, No, I wont Im black, stupid! And black people they got melatonin In their skin—we dont burn, meanwhile my face is glowin And I feel like Im on fire And the entire time youre just laughin at me And snappin at me with your shirt, bastard And I still have to get you back for that shit And by the way, them Playboy rings my mother stole from you Well, Nate finally got em back, shit It mustve been at least 16 years ago Well, I put em in your cask—oww Movin past it, it still aint registered yet But you can bet, your legacy theyll never forget The Motor City, Motown, hip hop vet Hip Hop Shop, dreads, it dont stop there Yeah, as difficult as it sounds Doody, I drop a tear in a rhyme The day you find it is the day I stop missin DeShaun Holton, it was written, it was woven For a soldier to leave so suddenly, got me wide open How could God take a soul so dope and Turn around, leave us all heartbroken? Know that youre sayin, Keep goin! Be a man! No emotion! Its your duty! Until we meet again, Doody And this might sound a little strange but Ima tell it I found that jacket that you left at my wedding And I picked it up to smell it I wrapped it up in plastic until I put it in glass And hang up in the hallway so I can always look at it And as for all me and D12 we feel like Fuck rap! It feels like our general just fuckin died in our lap We shut off all our pagers, all our cell numbers is changed Our two-ways are in the trash So some cats will have to find a new way And I know it feels like the dreams will die with you today But the truth is theyre all still here and you aint Purple Gang, you gotta keep pressin on Dont ever give up the dream, dog, I got love for you all And Doody, its true you brought people together Who never woulda been in the same room if it wasnt for you You were the peacemaker, Doody I know sometimes you were moody But you hated confrontation and truly hated the feuding But you was down for yours whenever it came to scrappin If it had to happen, it had to happen Believe me, I know youre the one who taught me to throw them bows back on Dresden From eggin cars to paintballin, gettin arrested To sittin across from each other in cells, laughin and jestin They tried to hit us for five years for that, no question I guess them hookers and bums that we shot up didnt show up for court, so we got off on a technicality, left sweatin Me, you and… whats his face? I forgot his fuckin name Shame he even came to your funeral, he betrayed our team And if I see him again Ima punch him in the fuckin face And that’s on Hailie Jade, Whitney Laine and Alaina’s name I let the pistol bang once just to lick a shot In the air for you and pour some liquor out With Obie in the parking lot of 54 just before We were supposed to get in cars to come and see you once more Difficult as it sounds Doody!76Embed

You Reposted in the Wrong Neighborhood Lyrics Two to the one, from the one to the three I like good pussy and I like good tree Smoke so much weed, you wouldnt believe And I get more ass than a toilet seat Three to the one, from the one to the three I met a bad bitch last night in the D Let me tell you how I made her leave with me: Conversation and Hennessy Ive been to the motherfuckin mountaintop Heard motherfuckers talk, seen em drop If I aint got a weapon Ima pick up a rock And when I bust yo ass Im gon continue to rock Get your ass off the wall with your two left feet Its real easy, just follow the beat Dont let that fine girl pass you by Look real close cause strobe lights lie We bout to have a party Lets get it started Im lookin for a girl with a body and a sexy strut Wanna get it poppin, baby? Step right up Some girls, they act retarded Some girls are bout it bout it Im lookin for a girl that will do whatever the fuck I say, every day she be givin it up Shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me Come on, girl, shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me Oh, girl, shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me Come on, girl, shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me Im a menace, a dentist, an oral hygienist Open your mouth for about four or five minutes Take a little bit of this fluoride rin-inse Swish, but dont spit it; swallow it and Ill finish Yeah, me and Nate D-O Double-G Looking for a couple bitches with some double Ds Pop a little champagne and a couple Es Slip it in her bubbly, we - We finna have a party Lets get it started Im looking for a girl I can fuck in my Hummer truck Apple Bottom jeans and a big ol butt Some girls, they act retarded Some girls are bout it bout it I want a bitch to sit at the crib with no panties on Knows that she can, but she wont say no Now look at this lady all in front of me, sexy as can be Tonight I want a slut, would you be mine? Heard you was freaky from a friend of mine Now, I hope you dont get mad at me But I told Nate you was a freak He said he wants a slut, hope you dont mind I told him how you like it from behind Now, shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me Come on, girl, shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me Oh, girl, shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me Come on, girl, shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me We bout to have a party Lets get it started Im lookin for a girl with a body and a sexy strut Wanna get it poppin, baby? Step right up Some girls, they act retarded Some girls are bout it bout it Im lookin for a girl that will do whatever the fuck I say, every day she be givin it up There she go, shakin that ass on the flo Bumpin and grindin that pole The way shes grindin that pole I think Im losin control 22Embed

Just the Two of Us Lyrics Baby, your dada loves you And Ima always be here for you no matter what happens Youre all I got in this world I would never give you up for nothin Nobody in this world is ever gonna keep you from me I love you Come on Hai-Hai, we goin to the beach Grab a couple of toys and let Dada strap you in the car seat Oh, wheres Mama? Shes takin a little nap in the trunk Oh, that smell? Dada musta runned over a skunk Now, I know what youre thinkin, its kinda late to go swimmin But you know your Mama, shes one of those type of women That do crazy things, and if she dont get her way shell throw a fit Dont play with Dadas toy knife, honey, let go of it! And dont look so upset, why you actin bashful? Dont you wanna help Dada build a sandcastle? And Mama said she wants to show you how far she can float And dont worry about that little boo-boo on her throat Its just a little scratch – it dont hurt Her was eatin dinner while you were sweepin And spilled ketchup on her shirt Mamas messy, aint she? Well let her wash off in the water And me and you can pway by ourselves, cant we? Just the two of us, just the two of us And when we ride Just the two of us, just the two of us Just you and I Just the two of us, just the two of us And when we ride Just the two of us, just the two of us Just you and I See, honey, theres a place called Heaven and a place called Hell A place called prison and a place called jail And Dadas probably on his way to all of em except one ‘Cause Mamas got a new husband and a stepson And you dont want a brother, do ya? Maybe when youre old enough To understand a little better, Ill explain it to ya But for now well just say Mama was real, real bad She was bein mean to Dad and made him real, real mad But I still feel sad that I put her on timeout Sit back in your chair, honey, quit tryna climb out! I told you its okay, Hai-Hai, want a ba-ba? Take a night-night? Nan-a-boo, goo-goo ga-ga? Her make poo-poo ca-ca? Dada change your didee Clean the baby up so her can take a nighty-nighty Your dadll wake her up as soon as we get to the water 97 Bonnie and Clyde: me and my daughter Just the two of us, just the two of us And when we ride Just the two of us, just the two of us Just you and I Just the two of us, just the two of us And when we ride Just the two of us, just the two of us Just you and I Wake up, sweepyhead, were here, before we pway Were gonna take Mama for a wittle walk along the pier Baby, dont cry, honey, dont get the wrong idea Mamas too sweepy to hear you screamin in her ear Thats why you cant get her to wake, but dont worry Dada made a nice bed for Mommy at the bottom of the lake Here, you wanna help Dada tie a rope around this rock? Well tie it to her footsie then well roll her off the dock Ready now, here we go, on the count of free One, two, free — whee! There goes Mama, spwashin in the water No more fightin with Dad, no more restrainin order No more stepdada, no more new brother Blow her kisses bye-bye, tell Mama you wuv her Now well go play in the sand, build a castle and junk But first, just help Dad with two more things out the trunk Just the two of us, just the two of us And when we ride Just the two of us, just the two of us Just you and I Just the two of us, just the two of us And when we ride Just the two of us, just the two of us Just you and I Just me and you, baby, is all we need in this world Just me and you Your dada will always be there for you Your dadas always gonna love you, remember that If you ever need me I will always be here for you If you ever need anything, just ask Dada will be right there Your dada loves you — I love you, baby51Embed

Same Song & Dance Lyrics Yeah Same song and dance Damn girl, everywhere I go Same song and dance I like the way you move, all over the globe Same song and dance Something about it, man Same song and dance In the pale moonlight, yo Im lookin at ya, yeah girl, youre kinda tooken back by The whole rapper thing, arent ya? Probably thinking youll get slapped so dang hard, ya Wont even be able to stand up straight, arent ya? Couple rape charges, people think youre a monster The police constantly bugging you non-stop I walk up on ya, “Well, hello Tonya” I think you got your OnStar button inside your car stuck You out of gas? Do you got a flat? I would hate for you to be stranded at the laundromat I got your back Why dont you put your laundry baskets in the back And sit up front; Im not asking, its a trap You just got jacked and body snatched, and its a wrap In broad day, and no mask for this attack I heard em say, Exact opposites attract If thats a fact, itll take task force to get you back Come on Yeah baby, do that dance Its the last dance youll ever get the chance to do Girl, shake that ass, you aint never gonna break that glass That windshields too strong for you I said, yeah baby, sing that song Its the last song youll ever get the chance to sing You sexy little thing, show me what you got, give it your all Look at you bawl, why you crying to me? Same song and dance The first victim I had, she was a big one Big movie star, a party girl, big fun She was the girl the media always picked on In and out of rehab every four-to-six months She was always known for little pranks and slick stunts At Nickelodeon, flashed the little kids once What an event it was, I was sitting in front I was hooked in at the first glimpse of them buns Seen her backstage, now heres where I come in, son Look, here she comes, I better pull out the big guns Hello Lindsay, youre looking a little thin, hun How bout a ride to rehab? Get in, cunt! But starting off on the wrong foot is what I didnt want Girl, Im just kidding, let me start over again, hun See what I meant was, we should have a little intervention Come with me to Brighton, let me relieve your tension You little wench, ya, murder wasnt my intention If I wanted to kill you, it wouldve already been done Slowly she gets in and I begin to lynch her With 66 inches of extension cord Yeah baby, do that dance Its the last dance youll ever get the chance to do Girl, shake that ass, you aint never gonna break that glass That windshields too strong for you I said, yeah baby, sing that song Its the last song youll ever get the chance to sing You sexy little thing, show me what you got, give it your all Look at you bawl, why you crying to me? Same song and dance My second victim was even bigger than the first Pop star, icon, the whole works She played a little schoolgirl when she first Burst upon the scene and seen that the world was hers She twirls and turns and flirts in skirts so bad it hurts It irked me, it made me mad at first I lashed out in my songs, but what was really going on Was that I had developed a crush I just didnt know how to tell it to her Should I cut off one of my ears and mail it to her? Send her pictures of my collection of skeletons, or Footage of me impaling myself on an elephant tusk? Well settle this once and for all, Ima tell her at dusk Tonight, tonight is the night, and tell her I must Creep up to her mansion in stilettos, and just Climb the gate, and ring the bell like, Hello, my love I just picked your prescription for Seroquel up Now would you like to share a pill or two with me? Ill share my Valium with you cause Im feeling you Britney Ill trade you a blue one for a pink one Ever since a schoolgirl juvenile delinquent Ive been feeling you, ooh-ooh, girl, you sexy little gal, you Hold that pill any longer, itll get sentimental value Cmon toots, give me the Valium alley-oop Ill slam dunk it in your mouth til you puke And just as soon as you pass out in your alphabet soup Im bout to make a new outfit out of you New outfit? Shit, Ill make a suit out of you, shoot Now, show me how you move, baby, do how a-you do Yeah baby, do that dance Its the last dance youll ever get the chance to do Girl, shake that ass, you aint never gonna break that glass That windshields too strong for you I said, yeah baby, sing that song Its the last song youll ever get the chance to sing You sexy little thing, show me what you got, give it your all Look at you bawl, why you crying to me? Same song and dance Same kicking and screaming, same crying and sobbing Same song and dance Same begging and pleading, same yelling and bleeding Same song and dance Yeah Same song and dance I know Same song and dance55Embed

Need Me Lyrics Youre drunk, the carpet is burned I hate to find you like this I always find you like this I come home and clean up your mess What would you do without that? Why do I always come back? Oh, what I wouldnt do for you! And Im startin to think that maybe you need me Maybe you need me Maybe you need me And Im startin to think that maybe you need me Maybe you need me Maybe you need me Some nights I want to run for the hills Its never easy with you I cannot reason with you But your smile is as rare as it comes What would I do without that? Maybe thats why I come back Oh, what I wouldnt do for you! And Im startin to think that maybe you need me Maybe you need me Maybe you need me And Im startin to think that maybe you need me Maybe you need me Maybe you need me Startin to think we were made for each other But one of us in this relationship is raisin the other You remind me of my mother We drive one another crazy as each other And were both adults, so theres no excuse For the games that we play with each other Where you at? At a friends? No, you aint, mothafucker! But I give her the benefit of the doubt Whenever the doubt kicks in, shiver when I touch her Cause I love her so much, Im a sucker How her bottom lip can quiver when shes in trouble Shes in hot water, think I caught her cheatin again Give her another chance? Another one after that? Im swimmin in that Egyptian river, cause Im in denial Say I dont eat shit, but I got a shit-eatin grin when I smile Makin an excuse for us to act it out Shes just actin out with her inner child Then I set the truth on fire Cause Id rather believe a lie Then I breathe a sigh of relief, I dont believe in Goin to bed mad, I keep on tryin To make a bad girl good But havent I stood by you in good times? And bad? Im startin to feel like your goddamn dad Cause I literally feel like you could die if ever should I Leave you for good and never would I Itd be all bad, never understood why they call it goodbye But I think Im a pretty damn good guy And youre a good person too I can save you, I can make you change But I keep puttin my fuckin foot in my mouth Every time I gotta come and bail you out When you get in trouble that you get yourself in And Im in trouble, but I cant leave, Ill sell you out I could never turn my fuckin back on you—what is that? Im co-dependent, Im just now noticin it But somehow its like every time Im about to go to end it I aint got the cojones to do it, nor the heart Our apartments tore apart Youre usin my heart for a dartboard But God mustve aligned stars for us Cause somebody paired us up And they say He aint capable of makin a mistake But this ones perfect, cause Im— Im startin to think that maybe you need me Maybe you need me Maybe you need me And Im startin to think that maybe you need me Maybe you need me Maybe you need me50Embed

Die Alone Lyrics Just so you dont die alone I roll over and go to reach for you, youre gone This beds empty without you You said youre moving on But Im having some trouble getting there But dwelling aint getting me, uhh, anywhere Fuckin Valentines Day Fuck February, stuffed teddy bear, guts everywhere Machete on the floor, I smashed up every mirror Yeah, how do I look? You fuckin just left me here to die didnt you? Why didnt you respond yet? Ive written you five or six different times and Im gettin sick and tired of always apologizing to you I didnt do shit to deserve what youre puttin me through This couldnt be true, we cant be over So violets are blue, roses are red Why is it everything I do Im reminded of you? Saw two white coffins in my dreams last night I saw my Lord Jesus with his hands pointed toward the light Saw my old sweetheart, she said, Honey, Im back Just so you dont die alone, just so you dont die alone Guess I gotta deal with the fact that, you aint never comin back Now every woman that I look at Im lookin for you So Im findin something the matter with them Excuse to not see anyone Useless, rather pick up the phone, not at all, followin protocol I get bold like bowling balls Grow balls and go to call to talk, forget what I want to say Damnit Im drawin blanks like Im playin hangman Im sick of playin these games, I cant handle this heartbreak Its makin me wanna blow out my brains Like birthday cake candles Hang up the phone and I shake, I think I may have made a mistake Cant escape the madness Turn the radio on, I hate this sad song But I cant even change the station The same ones playin on eight channels I lay awake in shambles, Im startin to hallucinate Im havin all these visions of us at each others wakes In caskets and suddenly I wake and thats when I know I Saw two white coffins in my dreams last night I saw my Lord Jesus with his hands pointed toward the light Saw my old sweetheart, she said, Honey, Im back Just so you dont die alone, just so you dont die alone Give me one more, bottle for the pain Give me one more for the memories Give me one more, Ill make it taste like a steak Itll help alleviate Itll soothe this ache Of trying to fake That shes really, shes really coming back And its been a while now, but I finally realize how Much reality sucks, but its just something about our love Im still in denial now, dealing with the finality of And its making me crazy thinking of the days we, spent And how Ill never hold you again And there aint shit I can do about it Now my head is overcrowded With these clouded memories and I cant seem to get you out it And how the fuck do you sleep comfortably Knowing what you done did to me, huh? Did it even occur to you that I loved you? Completely, deep, and madly head over heels for you? Was you and me, once used to be together forever It was supposed to be us, but you crushed the dream We was supposed to die together, and its killing me so much When I sleep I wake up dead, must be why I Saw two white coffins in my dreams last night I saw my Lord Jesus with his hands pointed toward the light Saw my old sweetheart, she said, Honey, Im back Just so you dont die alone, just so you dont die alone174Embed

Discombobulated Lyrics Oh, ayo, Dre Im discombobulated Lets take em back In time Im discombobulated, discombobulated Miss, you ovulating? Wait, I didnt mean to Piss you off, my lady, what I really meant to say is It goes a little something like this Soon as Im through with the Unisom Ima hit the snooze alarm Before I lose my mind, who am I gonna use it on? Utilizing this tool, I will execute a line Like what I tried to do one time in my youth when I euthanized My poodle in junior high, used to hide in my room and fly To the moon and try suicide with the glue from my school supplies Then Proof, Denaun Eye-Kyu and I would climb in that hooptie to ride to Drews and rhyme Bodied Saint Andrews Hall too many times to count Before I tear up The Shelter, give my dawgs a pound Now Im bout to treat all of you rappers noggins how Dre does every time he goes back to Compton now Cause every so often Ill visit my old stomping grounds And Docs in the house, so you know the bong is out Room is spinning like nine-hundred-thousand miles an hour Forgot what Im talkin bout, fuck, Im discombobulated Now up is down, left is right Day is night now, in is out, black is white So to-and-fro and side-to-side Am I comin or goin? Man, I cant decide Cause back is forth now and stop means go No means yes, but yes dont mean no So, baby, please, take off your clothes Yes! Yes! No! Oh! , yeah Just flew the coop, the cops are in hot pursuit But the day they catch me is the day 50ll call a truce And quash the feud with him and Ja and Jall actually spit a bar Thats not from a Dr. Seuss book and theyll start a group Fuck it, Im a kook, I know I got a screw And a couple of marbles loose, brain is like ramen soup Shout to Trugoy, gotta give a De La salute Cause my noodles in a knot, call it pasta noose Wizard of ahs and oohs Same Marshall Bruce in that battle who lost to Juice Who also used to sound like Nas on Live at the Barbeque Now I got the juice, wouldnt beef if I was you Like, au jus, but beef, if like I was you, but, like, ah, fuck you Long as I got these walls and these hallways Im always Have someone to argue with, Im just all twisted, Im discombobulated, man Now up is down, left is right Day is night now, in is out, black is white So to-and-fro and side-to-side Am I comin or goin? Man, I cant decide Cause back is forth now and stop means go No means yes, but yes dont mean no So, baby, please, take off your clothes Yes! Yes! No! Oh! Im at my best when Im at my worst And for that Im blessed, so every time I rap I curse And thats why press, I usually get attacked by first Theyre at my neck like motherfucking vampires So critics si-day I si-day the same shi-dit, Im always degrading, little bi-ditch Well, fi-duck em, they can si-duck my di-dick when Im taking a shi-dit Mid-y middle fid-inger is ex-tid-ended now, should I tell em where to put it? Im si-do fed up with it, they ask me dumb shi-dit So I act like Im on a kayak with my back to Niagara No life jacket, man, I had like six psychiatrists, scientists Misdiagnose me with plaque psoriasis cause I asked em, Why is it My eye itches? so they gave me some diet tips And Viagra with side effects, I might end up growing spiderwebs In my head and dying a horrifying death, on my final breath I will tell you, apply your lips to my dick, its one size that fits I just took an AIDS test and the doctor said to think positive, what the fuck? Now up is down, left is right Day is night now, in is out, black is white So to-and-fro and side-to-side Am I comin or goin? Man, I cant decide Cause back is forth now and stop means go No means yes, but yes dont mean no So, baby, please, take off your clothes Yes! Yes! No! Oh! Haha, yeah Dr. Dre Black Bethoven S1 2050, haha Were out85Embed

Welcome 2 Hell Lyrics Yeah Told you wed be back Welcome to Hell Heh! Theres a switch I flip, emotions cut off So cold, I done froze my butt off And this aint even the tip of the iceberg yet Its like squirtin a squirt gun in the ocean, fuck all Other words, I aint put a dent in the game compared to the damage Ive yet to do As long as you still have feelings to hurt, Ill be around as long as you let me get to you Long as I got two balls to palm, Ill be the bomb, you? Just a false alarm Get scant, little piss-ants, and see if I dont come along and stomp your farm Thunder and lightning, rain, hail, sleet with a tornados the kinda brainstorm I get So when wind starts blowin’ shit Talk about goin’ in? Goin’ insane’s more like it Wizard of words when he spits hazardous with it like a disastrous blizzard So you better listen quick, fast, dont miss it Yeah, go ahead, little, prick bastard, diss it But when you get hit with a sick-ass explicit flow Dont ask how much of his passion is it that goes in it Just know that all he knows is that its better to kick ass than kiss it Dick Dastardly of audacity Mental capacity, unmatched it has to be stopped but it cant be But man, I cant just keep doin em like that or no onell rap with me Except one, you ask who is it? Guess who just came through to blast you bitches? With the ratchet, the book of Matthew, a book of matches Lighting em under white linen You bout to have to admit it They pass you the mic, ask you spit it And you got handed your own ass, your ass in your own hands Im sure they gon laugh when you go into to the bathroom with it Now with what would you come against us? Better be somethin with a Bigfoot pedigree Easily, these are the reasons that we need to be in yall prayer Each region breeds em, MCs that wanna be the remise That they wanna breathe our air , with these ideas Anybody thinkin the game dont need the bad and the evil regime Thats like saying that the Bad Boy Piston team didnt need Isiah Shit, piss, and bleed, this is a different breed of MCs, I swear Better beware, theres too much at stake and to find someone this raw on a beat is rare You can kiss my ass and eat shit stains out my underwear that I don’t even wear This gotta be no fair , this like hitting the lottery, oh yeah Who you know hotter? There gotta be no pair Shotty that I gotll lobotomy your hair Classic, smash it, smother it, read it and weep it Perhaps you will have no rebuttal and In fact, you seein me in this rappin is like saying Tila Tequila can sing like Jazmine Sullivan Back to bash your skull again, push a bitch out the Aspen And tell her get the fuck outta Dodge Shouldnt have to explain my metaphors You has-beens are duller than color books that ain’t colored in Second and third, fourth wind, got another wind Here they come again, none other than Bad and Evil Also known as Saddam and Osama Bin Its been a long time, but I bet that neither one of us Have felt sicker than we do right now And we only get iller with time Me and Nickel fuckin shit up on the dime So telling us to pipe down is like talking to a meth head Bruce Willis on his death bed, last breath with an infection Fightin it while hes watchin internet porn, bout to meet his death with an erection, my God What I mean is David Carradine jackin his penis in front of his tripod, choking his own neck What part you dont get? Im saying I die hard! When you listening to my bars, nothing but the F-I-R-E Coming out your iPod, we come up in a place Chicks heads start spinnin like motherfuckin white walls Got your mother suckin my balls while we fuck each other, we punch each other in the eyeballs And I never say, Im so–rry, the 5’9” and the Fire Marshall We spit with an intensity to shut shit down In the industry, two different entities with a propensity To put these N-U-Ts up inside of your fuckin Mouth Oh shit , stop it Yo, welcome to the CD 77Embed

Desperation Lyrics Girl, you give me writers block, Im at a loss for words Uhh, my minds as lost as yours I rack my brain but still no thoughts emerge Never seen no ass as large as yours How much that cost? Thats what I call a Roethlissplurge You drive me bonkers, I’m about to get my swerve on for sure Thought I was pimpin til I felt like Nas, the first Date cause I think I gave you power When I gave you flowers in a vase A box of chocolates, throat lozengers, cough drops and Certs Probably shoulda never let me call that job of yours To talk to your boss and ask him if you can take off from work Shoulda been one of the first signs to cause alert Man, we jumped in too fast Cause since then I just cant be apart from her Cause nobodys bodys awesomer I lust her and she loves me cause Im popular But you know this aint love You know this aint love, oh no You know this aint love , oh no What is it then? Its desperation Its desperation And I here I go again You were obviously oblivious to me I swore I was just invisible to you Til I went to the lengths I did to meet you Cause you played so hard to get with me from The beginning, now Im in disbelief, I Never knew that this could be such misery, ah Cause now you see nothing but me And I dont see nothing but you And Im about to flip cause we are – super glued in We stuck to each others hips and we cant Do anything individually, which is to cling on Scared to be alone, cant specifically describe it I just cant seem to give a reason Thats definitive, just need ya Talkin about I live and breathe ya And you pretend to be as mentally and physically Addicted to me as Wiz Khalifa is to reefer Dont wanna be without you Dont wanna be with you neither Bitch, put me in a situation in which its both I wish to seek Cause this aint love You know this aint love, oh no You know this aint love , oh no What is it then? Its desperation Its desperation And I here I go again Just want you to myself Dont wanna share you with no one else What the fuck you whisperin for? You get on my nerves, you make me sick I think our relationship, it seems to be on the fritz I mean its time that we just split and leave the Games behind, your frame of mind aint the same as mine I think you need to finish developing a Little more mentally to get the picture. Thats a negative, Alicia, I will never give the keys up To the crib ever again, no Visa Not even a gift certificate from Tiffanys You better have an epiphany, slut Guess what? The lease up Im just mad the time it took to discover You were usin me for loot like I used you for looks Oh, thought you was too good for me, huh? Yeah, toots, used to be my Carrie Underwood I was your lumberjack But I cant stomach this, Im leavin you, Im not comin back She said, The fuck with that! Wheres my Louisville Slugger at? She grabbed that fuckin bat And swung it at my head, I barely ducked and thats Right when she came up with a kick to the nuts twice Steel toe, girl probably coulda put a 100-yard field goal Through the uprights You know this aint love, oh no You know this aint love , oh no What is it then? Its desperation Lord, its desperation Desperation 31Embed

Em Calls Paul Lyrics Paul, yo, um So I got your message, I wish you would answer the fuckin phone Um... No, I dont plan to reply to everybody who fuckin says something fucked up about me But I will say this, I was reading some comments last night about, like , what people are fuckin saying about Revival And uhh Yo, this Yahoo motherfucker, whatever the fuck his name is, said I rhy—literally said I rhymed rhymes with chimes Sucker free, confidence high Such a breeze when I pen rhymes Like, you dont understand Im rhyming the entire fuckin sentence you fuckin moron Its my fault cause youre fuckin stupid But I swear to God this motherfucker lives in Michigan and I think I figured out his address And Im on my way to his fuckin house right now Ill hit you back later56Embed

These Demons Lyrics Yeah, you know what? Haters are funny, man Its like, youre gonna hate it no matter what it is Yet you still click on it , huh, yeah I want you to change, but dont change I want you to grow up, but dont age I want the rage, but dont get too angry I want the new, but old Shady I want you to say what they wont say Just dont go too far, but go cray I want you to almost lose it, man They keep movin the goalpost, dont they? So lets cut to the chase like OJ In his Bronco goin up the roadway And get off my dick If I said my balls were yarn, you bitches would crochet All I ever wanteds a rope chain From the day I saw Cool J on Soul Train Now I got that Kangol, two cables One yellow and white gold plated Just to let em know I made it I told my dawgs we gon get right in a year , yeah, yeah What did it cost? Now I get gone in the Lear , yeah, yeah Still have all these demons comin for my neck, yeah, yeah I aint never comin down, yeah, yeah This pandemic got us in a recession We need to reopen America Black people dyin, they want equal rights White people wanna get haircuts Some people protest, some people riot But we aint never escapin this virus Til the cops that are racially biased We no longer enable these liars You get em on tape, they stick to a story Like Spider-Man crawlin upside of a wall and Some are just unabiding as lawmen Like Garrett Rolfe and like Derek Chauvin No cap, still riding with Colin Though some people dont like me at all and Some are like bees to flowers Cause some people find me appalling Ooh, I say a line, people are outraged The press slams me again , people aint having it nowadays Then give an album that I put out in, like, 2000 you griped about praise But I wake up every day even more caked up than the makeup on your clown face And I laid my foundation, and I told my dawgs we gon get right in a year, yeah, yeah What did it cost? Now I get gone in the Lear, yeah, yeah Still have all these demons comin for my neck, yeah, yeah I aint never comin down , yeah, yeah I got a question What rhymes with pariah? Mm, tsk, uh, LEGO? You just bit into the lit end of the wick Shit, I meant, shit end of the stick Im addicted to friction and mischief Its like your bitchs midriff, shit gets my dick stiff as a stick shift Dick as in Cheney, drip as in saline They bring my name up just to get ratings Its like trying to choose between Bizzy, Layzie, or Wish against Krayzie Cause I got a bone to pick and Slim Shady Will thug and harm any Who attempt to diss Hailie Bitch, I will go in like its raining And I get canceled like once a day Why would I go? Its more fun to stay You get me to leave? Theres no fuckin way I got a better chance of fuckin Young M.A. Ooh, sounds like Im zoning So me sayin Im out, nice to know me Is like askin me where my shin is Its down right bologna Uh, oh, but we can play hide the salami If your gald like to blow me My wave is like a tsunami These flows youre still tryna wrap your head around like youre a swami Just call me the mic kamikaze with Mike Zombie and Ima just keep bombing Cause the game is mine like an IED If they ever do cancel me like Live PD Said Im takin some of you with me if Im leaving Its time to murder you now, side B, B I might be D to the fuckin I-Z-Z Y from rappin circles around these hoes Just like girdles and every word from my mouths so fire I should be burnt to the ground Theres a fuckin circus in town, yeah, bitch, this verse finna clown, ICP R. Kelly sex tape, I see pee My shit is intense like tipis You gettin wiped like TP You dont like me? You can bite my little white wee-wee And I repeat, you can bite my little white wee-wee long as I L-I-V-E And ever since my pre-teens, striped Lee jeans and Grandma Nans little black and white TV Now Im so bougie that I stick out my pinkie every time I drink tea Used to wanna wife Sweet Tee Used to rock wife beaters, now I let your wife beat me So you can eat shit, but I might be the shit So when I say Eat shit, I mean me75Embed

Amityville Lyrics Dahh-dum, dahh-dum... dum Dahh-dum, dahh-dum, duh-da-da-da-da Dahh-dum, dahh-dum... dum Dahh-dum, dahh-dum, dumm Hes mentally ill from Amityville Hell accidentally kill your family still Thinkin he wont, goddammit he will Hes mentally ill from Amityville I get lifted and spin til Im half-twisted Feet planted and stand with a grin full of chapped lipstick Pen full of ink, think sinful and rap sick shit Shrink, pencil me in for my last visit Drink gin til my chins full of splashed whiskers Hash, whiskey, and ash til I slap bitches Ask Bizzy, hes been here the past six years Mash with me again and imagine this Hes mentally ill from Amityville Hell accidentally kill your family still Thinkin he wont, goddammit he will Hes mentally ill from Amityville Hes mentally ill from Amityville Hell accidentally kill your family still Thinkin he wont, goddammit he will Hes mentally ill from Amityville I fucked my cousin in his asshole, slit my mothers throat Guess who Slim Shady just signed to Interscope My little sisters birthday, shell remember me For a gift I had ten of my boys take her virginity And bitches know me as a horny-ass freak Their mother wasnt raped, I ate her pussy while she was sleep Pissy-drunk, throwin up in the urinal Thats what I said at my dads funeral Hes mentally ill from Amityville Hell accidentally kill your family still Thinkin he wont, goddammit he will Hes mentally ill from Amityville Hes mentally ill from Amityville Hell accidentally kill your family still Thinkin he wont, goddammit he will Hes mentally ill from Amityville Thats why the city is filled with a bunch of fuckin idiots still Thats why the first motherfucker poppin some shit, he gets killed Thats why we dont call it Detroit, we call it Amityville You can get capped after just havin a cavity filled Thats why were crowned the murder capital still This aint Detroit, this is motherfuckin Hamburger Hill We dont do drive-bys, we park in front of houses and shoot And when the police come we fuckin shoot it out with em too Thats the mentality here , thats the reality here Did I just hear somebody say they wanna challenge me here? While Im holdin a pistol with this many calibers here? Plus a registration that just made this shit valid this year? Cause once I snap, I cant be held accountable for my actions Thats when accidents happen , when a thousand bullets come at your house And collapse the foundation around you and they found you And your family in it; goddammit, he meant it when he told you Hes mentally ill from Amityville Hell accidentally kill your family still Thinkin he wont, goddammit he will Hes mentally ill from Amityville Hes mentally ill from Amityville Hell accidentally kill your family still Thinkin he wont, goddammit he will Hes mentally ill from Amityville Dum, tahh-dum; ta-dah-da Dum, tahh-dum; ta-dah-da Dum, tahh-dum; ta-dah-da Dum, tahh-dum; ta-dah-da Dum, tahh-dum; ta-dah-da Dum, tahh-dum; ta-dah-da Dum, tahh-dum; ta-dah-da Dum, tahh-dum; ta-dah-da Dum52Embed

Higher Lyrics Yeah You know, Ive been around for a while now Not sure if I have much left to prove Yeah I do, haha I look at me now, Im thinkin, Damn How proud of me I am What I did is nothin to sneeze at Even if your allergies are bad Im up in a balcony in France I look around, I see the fans How they surround me in the stands Probably could drown in a sea of hands Theyre hollerin, Shady Yelling it out to me and thats what I mean when I say That one day someway, somehow, if I get the chance to get a crowd Id flip it around and have a crowd give me the chants But in actuality, I havent, yet Where am I supposed to go from here? Hey Really I have no idea All I know is every time I think I hit my ceiling I go higher than Ive ever fuckin been Where am I supposed to go from here? Hey Really I have no idea All I know is every time I think I hit my ceiling I go higher than Ive ever fuckin been Got no time for no haters in this bitch Or toleration for this shit But like medication, my dedication And the time it takes to do this shit Reminds me of how an overcrowded hospital waiting roomll get What I mean is maybe I have more patience than Im able to admit Yeah, but Im still mentally stable as a three-legged table in this bitch Fame was a switch, but I was grateful to trade this shit for the trailer with a hitch That it would make me a raving lunatic But I made it through my situation, I hit pay dirt Now I get paper like a stapler in this bitch But just cause I made a little bit of change Dont mean Ive changed a little bit Brain full of wit, dangerous, cant extinguish this English language when its lit And Im just berating you with it, its Shady til Im eighty-two Ill spit this crazy, even Dre, he knows Ima blow Better get the handkerchief again, haha Where am I supposed to go from here? Hey Really I have no idea All I know is every time I think I hit my ceiling I go higher than Ive ever fuckin been Where am I supposed to go from here? Hey Really I have no idea All I know is every time I think I hit my ceiling I go higher than Ive ever fuckin been Oh, now what am I gonna do? Cant nothing hold me, Im on the loose Born a winner, damn, its so hard to lose I can do it even when Im tryin to When my record flops, it still go through the roof This atmospheres for a chosen few Who was on they grind makin money moves And you aint gon get there if you watered-down You gotta take shots with a hundred proof Been in survival mode Since a five year old, it was I alone Since my trike was stole, spiral notebook and microphone But lookin back how bad it was then If it hadnt been for the pad and the pen Addict mom and deadbeat dad I wouldnt have had the savage within Havin to win every single battle Im in All I ever wanted was to be an emcee Tediously I wrote obediently, believing in me EPMD mustve had teachin degrees Learned to defeat enemies with the ink, thinkin of these rhymes Would be as Eazy as E And graffiti would be like remedial readin to me Til my last breath leaves my lungs Ima beat my drum for the streets Im from The East side slums , gotta remind em Ill take a foe out , like fee-fi-fum You see my finger , you see my thumb You see my fist, fuck a peace pipe, Im Here for the smoke but its not the weed I want With this beat I brung for the beef Ive come But you better bring it if you wanna reply from Cause for you to be lyrically inclined, itd be a steep climb up Thatll be an uphill battle But Im up like your feet in a recliner And I think Im about to go out on a limb like a tree climber Time to push my ceiling higher cause Where am I supposed to go from here? Hey Really I have no idea All I know is every time I think I hit my ceiling I go higher than Ive ever fuckin been Where am I supposed to go from here? Hey Really I have no idea All I know is every time I think I hit my ceiling I go higher than Ive ever fuckin been 53Embed

Untitled Lyrics You dont own me Nah, man—not quite finished yet Im not just one of your many toys Ha-ha, woo! Girl, I think you just mightve tried to pull a motherfuckin fast one, Im mad You just hurt my goddamn feeling and that was the last one I had Does this look like an arcade? Tryna play games? See this saw blade? See this silhouette of a stalker in your walkway? Better cooperate Or get sauteed and rotisseried while youre hog-tied MCs get so quiet you can hear a motherfuckin dog whistle when I walk by Colt Seavers on a mule, stuntin on that ass like the fuckin Fall Guy I dont gas my Mercedes after midnight, I treat it like a Mogwai Cause it will turn into a Gremlin and run over kids, women, and men Vrinn-vrinn!—Motor so big, you can fit a midget in his engine Bitch, give me them digits, why you cringin? Not by the hair on my chinny-chin-chin Will I spend-spend even ten cents on you, since when Do you think its gonna cost me a pretty penny? Shit, if I think a pennys pretty Just imagine how beautiful a quarter is to me; Eenie-meenie-miney-mo Catch an Eskimo by his toe while hes tryna roll a snowball But dont make him lose his cool, if he hollers, better let him go, yall Cause You dont own me Now here we go, go, go Get up, baby, get a move on like a U-Haul, you can rack your brain Like pool balls; you wont ever think of this shit—yeah, honey, you called? Well, here I come, Havoc on the beat, I wreak it; Evil—I see Hear, and speak it—Lady, put your money on Shady, fuck that other weak shit Put your eggs in the same basket, you can count every motherfuckin Chicken fore it hatches cause you can bet your ass that we gonna get it crackin Like the Kraken and Titans when theyre clashin, get your brains bashed in So bad, you will have Kurt Cobain askin to autograph a bloodstained napkin Unfashionable, and bout as rational as a rash on a fags asshole Now lets take that line, run it up the flagpole With Elton, see if hes cool with it, dont stand there and look stupid At me, bitch, I aint in the mood for this shit, get my dick, Google it Til it pops up! Yall are so motherfuckin full of shit that youre stopped up Me, Im always shittin diarrhea of the mouth til your speakers crap out Huh, what? Girl, you got a hot butt like a lit cigarette But you wont get a hot fudge sundae from me so do not strut My way, slut, because— You dont own me Now here we go, go, go And now that I got your panties in a bunch and your bowels in an uproar Ima show you why I came, so you stop askin me, What the fuck for? Now look you little slut, cunt, whore, I know you want more Bitch, its time to put the math back into Mathers cause Im a fuckin problem—run, boy! Every flow, got it mastered so every last word that you fuckin fags heard Comes straight from the fishs ass, yeah, in other words, Im a bass-turd Lookin at me like I killed Kenny, gas in the tank—yeah, still plenty No morals are instilled in me, so remorse, I really dont feel any Eat your heart out, Hannibal, understandable why youre jealous Fuck an animal, I got cannibal magnetism, cant resist him now—can you, ho? “Shady, I dont understand your flow” — Understand my flow? Bitch, I flow Like Troy Polamalus hair, boy, dont you dare try to follow or compare, boy Im raw, you aint even medium-rare, stay the fuck outta my hair, boy You can look, you can stare, and point, but you cant touch, Im too clairvoyant I dont get it, man, is there a void? All this weak shit, what am I, steroids? Well, bitch, Im back with some shit for that ass and your trunk, elephant hemorrhoids And remember, boys— You dont own me Now here we go, go, go Thank you for coming out I hope you enjoyed the show Til next time Peace 56Embed

You’re Never Over Lyrics The days are cold, livin without you The nights are long, Im growin older I miss the days of old, thinkin about you You may be gone, but youre never over If Proof could see me now, I know hed be proud Somewhere in me deep down, theres something in me he found That made him believe in me, now no one can beat me now You try, itll be them doors on Dres Phantom, believe me, clowns That means suicide, homie, youll never throw me Off of this course, blow me! Bitch, I do this all for the sport only But I want it all, Im not just talkin awards, homie And the balls in my court and its lonely On top of the world, when youre the only one With the balls in your shorts To leave their jaws on the floors with no remorse Member that when they get to doggin you boy, homie So yall can just get to bloggin about bologna Im not gonna stop, the saga continues, no stoppin the force, Obi Im moppin the floors with em, I keep tryna pass it, but they keep on Droppin the torch and it wont be long til this sport is O-V- -E-R, just Blaze and me, we are knockin on doors and no, we Aint pumpkins on Halloween, but well show up on your porch, so be Careful what you say, there aint no punks over here, so follow me Through the fog like Im S-N-double-O-P, let me guide you through the smoke, G If only I wasnt travelin down this road by my lonely No one who knew me like you will ever know me I dont think you understand how much you meant to me The days are cold, livin without you The nights are long, Im growin older I miss the days of old, thinkin about you You may be gone, but youre never over And it dont stop, oh-oh And it dont quit, oh-oh And it dont stop, oh-oh And it dont quit, oh-oh And I miss you, oh-oh I just miss you, oh-oh I just miss you, oh-oh Homie, Ill never forget you, no For you I wanna write the sickest rhyme of my life So sick itll blow up the mic, itll put the dyna in mite Yeah, itll make the dopest MC wanna jump off a bridge and shit himself Tap dancin all over the beat, itll jump off the page and spit itself Guess that the best thing I can do right now, Doody, for you is to rep So Im gonna fuck til I die, yeah, Ima do it to death And instead of mournin your death, Id rather celebrate your life Elevate to new heights, step on the gas and accelerate, Ima need two mics Cause the way that Im feelin tonight, everything I can just do right Theres nothin that I can do wrong, Im too strong and Im just too hype Just finish the rhyme and I bust it, excuse the corny metaphor But theyll never catch up to all this energy that Ive mustered So God, just help me out while I fight through this grievin process Tryna process this loss is makin me nauseous But this depression aint takin me hostage, Ive been patiently watchin This game, pacin these hallways, you had faith in me always Proof, you knew Id come out of this slump, rise from these ashes Come right back on their asses and go Mike Tyson on these bastards And Ima show em, blow em out the water, slaughter em, homes Ima own so many belts, only place they can hit me is below em Homie, I know Im never gonna be the same without you I never woulda came in this game, Im goin insane without you Matter fact, it was just the other night had another dream about you You told me to get up, I got up, I spread my wings and I flew You gave me a reason to fight, I was on my way to see you You told me, Naw, Doody, youre not!; layin on that table, I knew I was gonna make it; soon as you said, Think of Hailie I knew There wasnt no way that I was ever gonna leave them babies; and Proof Not many are lucky enough to have a guardian angel like you Lord, Im so thankful, please dont think that I dont feel grateful, I do Just grant me the strength that I need for one more day to get through So, homie, this is your song, I dedicate this to you I love you, Doody The days are cold, livin without you The nights are long, Im growin older I miss the days of old, thinkin about you You may be gone, but youre never over And it dont stop, oh-oh And it dont quit, oh-oh And it dont stop, oh-oh And it dont quit, oh-oh And I miss you, oh-oh I just miss you, oh-oh I just miss you, oh-oh Homie, Ill never forget you, no46Embed

The Kids Lyrics And everyone should get along Okay, children, quiet down, quiet down Children, Id like to introduce our new substitute teacher for the day: his name is Mr. Shady Children, quiet down please Brian, dont throw that! Mr. Shady will be your new substitute while Mr. Kaniff is out with pneumonia Good luck, Mr. Shady! Hi there, little boys and girls! Today were gonna learn how to poison squirrels But first, Id like you to meet my friend Bob Say hi, Bob Bobs thirty and still lives with his mom And he dont got a job cause Bob sits at home and smokes pot But his twelve-year-old brother looks up to him an awful lot And Bob likes to hang out at the local waffle spot And wait in the parking lot for waitresses off the clock When its late and the lot gets dark and fake like he walks his dog Drag em in the woods and go straight to the chopping blocks And even if they escaped and they got the cops The ladies would all be so afraid, they would drop the charge Til one night Mrs. Stacey went off the job When she felt someone grab her whole face and said not to talk But Stacey knew it was Bob and said, Knock it off! But Bob wouldnt knock it off, cause hes crazy and off his rocker Crazier than Slim Shady is off the vodka You couldnt even take him to Dres to get Bob a doctor He grabbed Stace by the legs as he chopped it off her And dropped her off in the lake for the cops to find her But ever since the day Stacey went off to wander They never found her, and Bob still hangs at the waffle diner And thats the story of Bob and his marijuana And what it might do to you So see if the squirrels want it—its bad for you See, children, drugs are bad And if you dont believe me, ask your dad And if you dont believe him, ask your mom Shell tell you how she does em all the time So kids, say no to drugs So you dont act like everyone else does And theres really nothin else to say Drugs are just bad, mmkay? My penis is the size of a peanut, have you seen it? Fuck, no! You aint seen it! Its the size of a peanut Speakin of peanuts, you know what else is bad for squirrels? Ecstasy—its the worst drug in the world If someone ever offers it to you, dont do it Kids, two hitsll probably drain all your spinal fluid And spinal fluid is final, you wont get it back So dont get attached, or itll attack every bone in your back Meet Zach: twenty-one years old After hangin out with some friends at a frat party, he gets bold And decides to try five when hes bribed by five guys And the peer pressure will win every time you try to fight it Suddenly, he starts to convulse And his pulse goes into hyperdrive And his eyes roll back in his skull His back starts to look like the McDonalds Arches Hes on Donalds carpet, layin horizontal, barfin And everyone in the apartment starts laughin at him Hey Adam, Zach is a jackass, look at him! Cause they took it too, so they think its funny So theyre laughing at basically nothing Except maybe wasting their money Meanwhile, Zachs in a coma, the action is over And his back and his shoulders hunched up like hes practicin yoga And thats the story of Zach, the ecstasy maniac So dont even feed that to squirrels, class, cause its bad for you See, children, drugs are bad And if you dont believe me, ask your dad And if you dont believe him, ask your mom Shell tell you how she does em all the time So kids, say no to drugs So you dont act like everyone else does And theres really nothin else to say Drugs are just bad, mmkay? And last but not least, one of the most humongous Problems among young people today is fungus It grows from cow manure; they pick it out, wipe it off, bag it up And you put it right in your mouth and chew it Yum-yum! Then you start to see some dumb stuff And everything slows down when you eat some of em And sometimes, you see things that arent there Like fat women in G-strings with orange hair Its yarn, Claire Women stick em up their behinds, go out and wear em And if you swallow too much of the magic mushrooms Whoops, did I say magic mushrooms? I meant fungus Your tongue gets all swoll up like a cows tongue Cause it comes from a cows dung See, drugs are bad, its a common fact But your mom and dad know thats all that Im good at But dont be me, cause if you grow up and you go and OD Theyre gonna come for me, and Ima have to grow a goatee And get a disguise and hide, cause itll be my fault So dont do drugs, and do exactly as I dont, cause Im bad for you See, children, drugs are bad And if you dont believe me, ask your dad And if you dont believe him, ask your mom Shell tell you how she does em all the time So kids, say no to drugs So you dont act like everyone else does And theres really nothin else to say Drugs are just bad, mmkay? Come on, children, clap along! Sing along, children! Come on, clap along Drugs are just bad, drugs are just bad So dont do drugs! So therell be more for me La la la 45Embed

I’m Shady Lyrics Who came through with two Glocks to terrorize your borough? Told you how to slap dips and murder your girl? Gave you all the finger and told you to sit and twirl Sold a billion tapes, and still screamed Fuck the world So come and kill me while my names hot And shoot me 25 times in the same spot I think I got a generation brainwashed To pop pills and smoke pot til they brains rot Stop they blood flow til they veins clot I need a pain shot and a shot of plain Scotch Purple haze and acid raindrops Spike the punch at the party and drink pop Shaved my armpits and wore a tank top Bad Boy, I told you that I cant stop You gotta make em fear you fore you make em feel you So everybody buy my shit or Ima come and kill you I got mushrooms, I got acid, I got tabs and aspirin tablets Im your brother when you need some good weed to set you free You know me, Im your friend when you need a Mini Thin Im Shady I like happy things, Im really calm and peaceful I like birds, bees, I like people I like funny things that make me happy and gleeful Like when my teacher sucked my wee-wee in preschool The ill type, I stab myself with a steel spike While I blow my brain out just to see what it feels like Cause this is how I am in real life I dont want to just die a normal death I wanna be killed twice I just wanna scare somebody with a gun threat When they high off of drugs they havent even done yet So bring the money by tonight Cause your wife said this the biggest knife She ever saw in her life I try to keep it positive and play it cool Shoot up the playground and tell the kids to stay in school Cause Im the one they can relate to and look up to better Tonight I think Ill write my biggest fan a fuck-you letter I got mushrooms, I got acid, I got tabs and aspirin tablets Im your brother when you need some good weed to set you free You know me, Im your friend when you need a Mini Thin Im Shady Yo, Ill listen to your demo tape and act like I dont like it Six months later, youll hear your lyrics on my shit People dont buy shit no more, they just dub it Thats why Im still broke and had the number-one club hit But they love it when you make your business public So fuck it, Ive got herpes while we on the subject And if I told you I had AIDS, yall would play it Cause you stupid mothafuckas think Im playin when I say it Well, I do take pills, dont do speed Dont do crack, dont do coke, I do smoke weed Dont do smack, I do do shrooms, do drink beer I just wanna make a few things clear My baby mamas not dead, shes still alive and bitching And I dont have herpes, my dicks just itchin Its not syphilis, and as for being AIDS-infested I dont know yet, Im too scared to get tested I got mushrooms, I got acid, I got tabs and aspirin tablets Im your brother when you need some good weed to set you free You know me, Im your friend when you need a Mini Thin Im Shady I told you I was Shady Yall didnt wanna believe me Im Shady And thats my name33Embed

Bully Lyrics Yo, check it out Its fucked up Cause I dont see either one of us budging Im withholdin my anger though Id like to be the strangler Of this punk ass little pussys puny neck Its my right to insist that he acknowledge my existence But he just displays complete lack of respect Thats what he says to himself as he uses his magazines to trash me As he sits with both his feet up at his desk Smokes a bag of his weed and starts imaginin things And he just cant see that hes manically depressed And in his jealousy and envy, it just whirls him in a frenzy As he turns on MTV and sees my face He dont exist in this world so he just twists and he twirls Spirals and spins til he hurls himself into a rage And its destroyin him slowly cause he does not even know me Even though he sees me everywhere he goes So he just tortures himself, he has no fortune and wealth So he extorts someone else to get his dough And now hes actin like a bully so he tries to push and pull me But he knows that he cant fool me so hes mad And he has no choice but to scream and raise his voice up at me Cause it annoys him to see that I aint scared You aint no motherfuckin bully And I aint bowin to no motherfuckin bully I wont allow it, aint gon cower to no bully Ill be damned if I dont stand up to a bully Fight like a man and throw my hands up to a bully And I know it must be fuckin wit you emotionally Now Im not tryin to make no more enemies, no more unfortunately Theres so many other motherfuckers there just are They just keep houndin at me now that Im down with 50 Suddenly now I got beef with this faggot Ja But his ass is such a puppet, Irv could shove his whole hand up it And just make him say what he wants him to say But Suge has Irv on a string and Irvs so nervous that he Says anything to this man to keep him at bay So now Ja thinks that hes so tough and Murder Inc.s the big bad wolf And they go huff and puff and blow our label down But our buildings made out of bricks so you aint takin out shit And, dawg, you just did a song with Bobby Brown So now you try to pull the race card and it backfires in your face hard Cause you know we dont play that black and white shit Plus this stylist you fucked when you was ecstasied up Was just a man whos dressed up as a white bitch You aint no motherfuckin bully And I aint bowin to no motherfuckin bully I wont allow it, aint gon cower to no bully Ill be damned if I dont stand up to a bully Fight like a man and throw my hands up to a bully You must be takin too much E Now what bothers me the most about hip-hop is were so close To pickin up where we left off with Big and Pac We just lost Jam Master J, Big L got blasted away Plus we lost Bugz, Slang Ton, and Freaky Tah Its like a never-ending cycle that just seems to come full circle Everybodys gotta be so fuckin hard And Im not excludin myself cause I been stupid as well I been known to lose it when someone says something smart But as we grow as men, we learn to let shit go, but then again Theres only so much bullshit we can really stand We all got reps to uphold when someone steps on our toes Its no exception, it goes for every man But if Irv really gave a fuck about Ja like he claims he does Hed wake him up and make his boy get off them drugs But he just keeps feedin him pills so if that E doesnt kill him Someone from G-Unit will and I aint buzzed Dawg, Im talkin to you straight if the situation escalates Any worse, were gonna lose another soldier to this game And if I get killed for this rap, I got a million in cash That says I will get you back in Hailies name You aint no motherfuckin bully And I aint bowin to no motherfuckin bully I wont allow it, aint gon cower to no bully Ill be damned if I dont stand up to a bully Fight like a man and throw my hands up to a bully Irvine, get your boy off of that E Get at me, dawg Holla52Embed

Fight Music Lyrics This kind of music, use it, and you get amped to do shit Whenever you hear some shit and you cant refuse it Its just some shit for these kids to trash they rooms with Just refuse whenever they asked to do shit The type of shit that you dont have to ask who produced it You just know thats the new shit The type of shit that causes mass-confusion And drastic movement of people actin stupid I come to every club with intention to do harm With a prosthetic arm and smellin like Boones Farm Hidin under tables as soon as I hear alarms Paranoid thief thatll steal from his own mom Kunivin Kon Artis with a bomb Strapped to my stomach, screamin, Lets get it on! A lush that love to drink, drunk-drivin a tank Rollin over a bank, cops see me and faint Its drastic, Im past my limit of coke I think Ill up my high by slittin your throat Push your baby carriage into the street til its mince meat Your mens been beat the minute I step onto your street This is fight music You know why my hands are so numb? Cause my grandmother sucked my dick and I didnt cum Smacked this whore for talkin crap So what if shes handicapped? The bitch said Bizarre couldnt rap I fuckin hate you, Ill take your drawers down and rape you While Dr. Dre videotapes you Satan done got me on this song, eatin a hot dog Readin the Holy Quran while Im on the john Tired of wearin this yellow thong Take it back, Sisqo, you know where it belongs Now, heres a gun, Ill put it in your palm Now go over there and blow up Dru Hills arms Fuck the love songs! This kind of music, use it, and you get amped to do shit Whenever you hear some shit and you cant refuse it Its just some shit for these kids to trash they rooms with Just refuse whenever they asked to do shit The type of shit that you dont have to ask who produced it You just know thats the new shit The type of shit that causes mass-confusion And drastic movement of people actin stupid Just bring who you gon bring on Who you gon swing on Im King Kong, guns blow you to kingdom-come Show you machine gun funk Sixteen M16s, one pump The snub in my paw, shove it in your jaws Have you runnin out this fuckin club in your drawers We lovin the brawls; theres nothin to applaud But fuck it, its all good The hood is up in us all; its fight music Im a nigga that loves scuffles And wont hesitate to sock you again with swollen knuckles Im like that, catch a nigga like bear traps Blow his head back Right in front of the precinct I slap your freak, bump you and wont speak If you step on my feet, you get drowned in your own drink I suffocated my shrink just for talkin Came back and fucked up his pallbearers And made them drop his coffin; its fight music These beads Im swingin is stingin them See all these niggas? When I step in the club Im bringin them If any nigga lookin too hard, we Rodney Kingn them Malice Greening them And gasolinin them with premium Light a cigarette, flick it at em, or spit it at em Hold up a picture of his family and kick it at him Blast while you right-hookin, right when your wifes lookin Fuck fight music, bitch, this is losing-your-life music If I could capture the rage of todays youth and bottle it Crush the glass with my bare hands and swallow it And spit it back in the faces of you racists And hypocrites who think the same shit but dont say shit You Liberaces, Versaces, and you Nazis Watch me, cause you figured you got me in this hot seat You motherfuckers wanna judge me cause youre not me Youll never stop me, Im top speed and you pop me I came to save these new generations of babies From parents who failed to raise them cause theyre lazy To grow to praise me, Im makin them go crazy Thats how I got this whole nation to embrace me And you fugazi if you think Ima admit wrong I cripple any hypocritic critic Im sicked on And this song is for any kid who gets picked on A sick song to retaliate to, and its called— This kind of music, use it, and you get amped to do shit Whenever you hear some shit and you cant refuse it Its just some shit for these kids to trash they rooms with Just refuse whenever they asked to do shit The type of shit that you dont have to ask who produced it You just know thats the new shit The type of shit that causes mass-confusion And drastic movement of people actin stupid Its fight music79Embed

Above the Law Lyrics The poor stays poor, the rich get richer It’s just so disproportionate Get outta here! Sometimes life seems so unfortunate Thats why I dont give a shit The poor stay poor, the rich get richer Its just so disproportionate You dont know just what I go through Thats why I would rather show you Just how far that I can take it, every rule, Im breakin it Terrible, but not rip-able, invincible, I hung invisible Fuckin mistletoe over the world, I stuck my ass up under it Now pucker up them lips and kiss it, hoes kiss Here we go, bad and evil so you know how thisll go The competitions miserable, we stomp them bitches, this is no Joke, goin overboard like someone threw us off the boat Choke cough, cough from all the smoke, Im tryna stay on fire So you know if I hate fucking water sprinklers, I dont love the hose Someone let the cat out the bag, now its time to stuff its face Baggin that bitch, smother that little motherfucker til it suffocates You had long enough of a wait, why are they Tryin to be so secretive? Bad and evil is reunited, hey! Came back to annihilate, the games in dire straights as I await Word on Satan is I drop, fall on my knees before this Ouija board and I pray, now I lay me down to sleep I do this shit in my sleep, I’m sleepin now, imagine if I awake? Im champ, bitch, Ill never taste the canvas Could never be no damn wuss or pussy Never mushy, so you cant squish Nowhere near a tush, in fact if I jump out a bush In a sneak attacks, the only way Ill say I am Bush Outlandish, these words are weapons that I brandish Stand-offish to hoes, keep your hands off this Cant top it, so what the fuck would I sugarcoat it for? Law? Fuck protocol, Id holla at this ho, but now my throat is sore Sometimes life seems so unfortunate Thats why I dont give a shit The poor stay poor, the rich get richer Its just so disproportionate You dont know just what I go through Thats why I would rather show you Just how far that I can take it, every rule, Im breakin it Baby, Im lawless, you couldnt burn me if you threw acid on me Im at ya, homie, Im at your home ready to spray you While you nappin, homie, have everything on and around Your mattress lookin like the word in front of a matrimony You high, thug? Yeah, go head, jump, no matter how high you get You gon come up short like Spud Webb My DUIs get waived like sayin bye Still ridin with no Ls like James Todd, cant change, I I thank God for my safe thinkin, last time I was safe thinkin Me and my niggas was doin a bank job I stay violent, yall go the peace route You got a mouth like Kanye Ill knock your whole bottom row of teeth out No disrespect to Mr. West, shit, Im just nice with mine And this just rap, Im just like Ricky Hatton, I just like the line These weak rappers want to set us up, they never tough They ask me for a hook, I tell em, left or right? Head or gut!? What yall messin with is a nigga thatll leave you FUBAR Fucked up beyond all recognition Yall are rock stars, Im the opposite, I could just Throw a rock and hit a star for the fuck of it Partner, you not hard, I body your hot bars Beef is left you pray, right like Allahu Akbar Lets go, when I leave yall shot, you aint gon be on your Metro In a bad area that call dropped Sometimes life seems so unfortunate Thats why I dont give a shit The poor stay poor, the rich get richer Its just so disproportionate You dont know just what I go through Thats why I would rather show you Just how far that I can take it, every rule, Im breakin it61Embed

Mosh Lyrics I pledge allegiance to the flag Of the United States of America And to the republic for which it stands One nation, under God, indivisible With liberty and justice for all Scrutinize every word, memorize every line I spit it once, refuel, re-energize, and rewind I give sight to the blind, my insight through the mind I exercise my right to express when I feel its time Its just all in your mind, what you interpret it as I say to fight, you take it as Ima whip someones ass And if you dont understand, dont even bother to ask A father who has grown up with a fatherless past Who has blown up now to rap phenomenon that has Or at least shows no difficulty multitaskin And juggling both, perhaps mastered his craft slash Entrepreneur whos helped launch a few more rap acts Whos had a few obstacles thrown his way through the last half Of his career, typical manure, movin past that Mr. Kiss-His-Ass-Crack, hes a class act Rubber Band Man, yeah, he just snaps back Come along, follow me as I lead through the darkness As I provide just enough spark that we need To proceed, carry on, give me hope Give me strength, come with me and I wont steer you wrong Put your faith and your trust as I guide us through the fog To the light at the end of the tunnel, we gon fight, we gon charge We gon stomp, we gon march through the swamp We gon mosh through the marsh, take us right through the doors, come on All the people up top, on the side and the middle Come together, lets all form and swarm just a little Just let it gradually build from the front to the back All you can see is a sea of people, some white and some black Dont matter what color, all that matters were gathered together To celebrate for the same cause no matter the weather If it rains, let it rain, yeah, the wetter, the better They aint gon stop us, they cant, were stronger now more than ever They tell us no, we say yeah, They tell us stop, we say go Rebel with a rebel yell, raise hell, we gon let em know Stomp, push, shove, mush, fuck Bush Until they bring our troops home, come on, just Come along, follow me as I lead through the darkness As I provide just enough spark that we need To proceed, carry on, give me hope Give me strength, come with me and I wont steer you wrong Put your faith and your trust as I guide us through the fog To the light at the end of the tunnel, we gon fight, we gon charge We gon stomp, we gon march through the swamp We gon mosh through the marsh, take us right through the doors, come on Imagine it pourin, just rainin down on us Moshpits outside the Oval Office Someones tryna tell us somethin, maybe this is God just Sayin were responsible for this monster, this coward That we have empowered, this is Bin Laden Look at his head noddin How could we allow somethin like this without pumpin our fists? Now this is our final hour Let me be the voice and your strength and your choice Let me simplify the rhyme just to amplify the noise Try to amplify it, times it, and multiply it by six Teen million people all equal at this high pitch Maybe we can reach Al-Qaeda through my speech Let the president answer a higher anarchy Strap him with an AK-47, let him go Fight his own war, let him impress daddy that way No more blood for oil We got our own battles to fight on our own soil No more psychological warfare To trick us to thinkin that we aint loyal If we dont serve our own country, were patronizin a hero Look in his eyes, its all lies The stars and stripes have been swiped, washed out, and wiped And replaced with his own face, mosh now or die If I get sniped tonight, youll know why Cause I told you to fight So come along, follow me as I lead through the darkness As I provide just enough spark that we need To proceed, carry on, give me hope Give me strength, come with me and I wont steer you wrong Put your faith and your trust as I guide us through the fog To the light at the end of the tunnel, we gon fight, we gon charge We gon stomp, we gon march through the swamp We gon mosh through the marsh, take us right through the doors, come on And as we proceed To mosh through this desert storm And these closing statements If they should argue, let us beg to differ As we set aside our differences And assemble our own army To disarm this weapon of mass destruction That we call our president for the present And mosh for the future of our next generation To speak and be heard Mr. President, Mr. Senator Can you guys hear us?28Embed

Walkthrough! Lyrics Look, I can walk you through the depths of hell where vexed rejects elect to sell Keep TECs to protect your tail No respected male to blaze a separate trail cause, uh, they was inept as well Inherited they debt, we set to fail, please reset the scale Niggas clappin on Saturday, but we aint see SNL No comedy skits, just llamas and sticks and drama and shit Baby mamas and jits, piranhas and pits, and product to pitch Honestly, its only right I give the zombies a fix This bass to your facе from a speaker make you a twеaker I laced it with ether Itll take you a week to Bounce back off one hit of this Niggas is clitoris, way too frivolous This is far more dire The bars is hardcore like parkour with barbed wire GRIP is the dark horse that spark wars and start fires Hole in one on a par of four or higher, and your supplier Tour guide for hire, poor guy, hes tired Cut him some slack, hes strapped, rap to his back Back to the wall and they all against me Love on my mind, but its cash to earn I was hopin maybe we could ball eventually If only one time fore we crash and burn Fully furnished crib, but inside, youre empty Cause you chose rap as your favorite girl Couldve fooled me, cant save the world Couldve fooled me, cant save the world Back to the wall and they all against me Love on my mind, but its cash to earn I was hopin maybe we could ball eventually If only one time fore we crash and burn Fully furnished crib, but inside, youre empty Cause you chose rap as your favorite girl Couldve fooled me, cant save the world Couldve fooled me, cant save the world Yeah Sometimes I wonder, really, what did my closed head injury do? Im literally missin a screw, but it seems like my memorys too vivid to forget the shit Ive been through So as my residuals grew, I remembered those kids who were cruel Same individuals at Elizabeth Little and essentially used them as the fuel Who wouldve knew what a pencil could do though, so mentally screwed They said, Marshall, youre either gonna wind up dead or in the penitentiary Cause eventually youll end up clenchin a tool And come back vengefully to shoot them bullies who clowned you in elementary school Yeah, my head, somethings wrong with it But that makes me me, Im different That lyrical phenom misfit Since I was a bleach blond, you hear the beat on this Which makes me only think of demonic shit I was knockin at deaths door , I fuckin ding-dong ditched it Yeah, and I dont do that sing-song bitch shit And I dont use Auto-Tune, all I do is spit, and this shit just bothers you Call it quits, bitch, impossible My pen just popped your thought balloon You dipshits know how Ima do it Send the motherfucking beat to the trauma-unit Yeah, Shady Records, look at all these squad killers we brought with us Juggernauts and Godzillas, you dont rock with us, youre off of your rockers Bitch, backs to the wall as it always is Why Im not talkin about wallets and knots When I say that the wall it is not against Its more like the cross , look at how far this is past you Regardless, you want me to reach a fuckin bar that does not exist No pun intended, but GRIP, hold on to this moment Cause soon as you reach the top, theyre gonna want you to fall from it So you better grab your seatbelt like I did mine, and fasten yours Like a motherfucking plane-crash passenger Cause one day, youll be crashing back to Earth And if you dont ever stop to smell the roses I do know one thing, thats for sure You dont get your flowers til youre pushin up daisies And thats about all your ashes earn Back to the wall and they all against me Love on my mind, but its cash to earn I was hopin maybe we could ball eventually If only one time fore we crash and burn Fully furnished crib, but inside, youre empty Cause you chose rap as your favorite girl Couldve fooled me, cant save the world Couldve fooled me, cant save the world Back to the wall and they all against me Love on my mind, but its cash to earn I was hopin maybe we could ball eventually If only one time fore we crash and burn Fully furnished crib, but inside, youre empty Cause you chose rap as your favorite girl Couldve fooled me, cant save the world Couldve fooled me, cant save the world90Embed

The Watcher Lyrics Things just aint the same for gangstas Times is changin, young niggas is agin Becoming OGs in the game and changin To make way for these new names and faces But the strangest things can happen from rappin When niggas get wrapped up in image and actin Niggas get capped up and wrapped in plastic Zipped up in bags—when it happens, thats it Ive seen em come, Ive watched em go Watched em rise, witnessed it, and watched em blow Watched em all blossom and watched em grow Watched the lawsuits when they lost the dough Best friends and money: I lost em both Went and visited niggas in the hospital Its all the same shit all across the globe I just sit back and watch the show Cause everywhere that I go Aint the same as befo People I used to know Just dont know me no mo But everywhere that I go I got people I know Who got people they know So I suggest you lay low I moved out of the hood for good—you blame me? Niggas aim, mainly, at niggas they cant be But niggas cant hit niggas they cant see Im out of sight now, Im out of they dang reach How would you feel if niggas wanted you killed? Youd probably move to a new house on a new hill And choose a new spot, if niggas wanted you shot I aint a thug—how much 2Pac in you you got? I aint no bitch, neither Its either my life or your life and I aint leavin, I like breathin Cause nigga, we can go round for round Clip for clip—shit, four-pound for pound Nigga, if you really want to take it there, we can Just remember that you fuckin with a family man I got a lot more to lose than you Remember that when you wanna come and fill these shoes Cause everywhere that I go Aint the same as befo People I used to know Just dont know me no mo But everywhere that I go I got people I know Who got people they know So I suggest you lay low Things just aint the same for gangstas Cops is anxious to put niggas in handcuffs They wanna hang us, see us dead, or enslave us Keep us trapped in the same place we was raised in Then, they wonder why we act so outrageous Run around stressed out and pull out gauges Cause every time you let the animal out cages Its dangerous to people who look like strangers But now, we got a new era of gangstas Hustlers and youngsters livin amongst us Lookin at us now, callin us busters Cant help but reminisce back when it was us Nigga, we started this gangsta shit! And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? Its funny how time flies Im just having fun, just watchin it fly by Cause everywhere that I go Aint the same as befo People I used to know Just dont know me no mo But everywhere that I go I got people I know Who got people they know So I suggest you lay low The watcher Im watching The watcher The watcher51Embed

Drips Lyrics Obie, yo Im sick Damn, you straight, dog? Thats why I aint got no time For these games and stupid tricks Or these bitches on my dick Thats how dudes be gettin sick Thats how dicks be gettin drips Fallin victims to this shit From these bitches on our dicks Fuckin chickens with no ribs Thats why I aint got no time Yo, I woke up, fucked up off the liquor I drunk I had a bag of the skunk, won in last nights tunk Pussy residue was on my penis, Denise from the cleaners Fucked me good, you shoulda seen this Big booty bitch, switch unbearable French roll stylin, body like a stallion Sizin up the figure, while my shit gettin bigger Debatin on a fuck or do I wanna be her nigga? Caressin this bitch, plus Im checkin out them tits Sippin on that fine shit, I aint used to buyin I gotta hit it from behind, its mandatory Like takin hoes money, but thats another story For surely pussy on toast, after we toast Her clothes fell like Bishop in Juice The womb beater, clean pussy eater, insertin my jock In that spot hotter than the hottest block Dont stop!—response I got when I was knockin it Clocks steady tickin, kinky finger-lickin And can on, semens at my tip when she moans I gotta slow down before I cum soon And work that nigga like a slave owner When I dropped off my outfit, she knew I wanted to bone her She foamin at them lips, the ones between the hips Pubic hairs lookin like some sour cream dip Without the nacho, my dick hit the spot though Pussy tighter than conditions of us black folks We in the final stretch , the last part of sex I bust a fat-ass nut, then I woke up next Like, what the fuck is goin on here? This bitch evaporated Pussy and all just picked up and vacated And now Im frustrated, cause my dick was unprotected And doctor Wesley tellin me I really got that shit Thats why I aint got no time For these games and stupid tricks Or these bitches on my dick Thats how dudes be gettin sick Thats how dicks be gettin drips Fallin victims to this shit From these bitches on our dicks Fuckin chickens with no ribs Thats why I aint got no time Now I dont wanna hit no woman, but this chicks got it comin Someone better get this bitch fore she gets kicked in the stomach And shes pregnant, but shes eggin me on, beggin me to throw her Off the steps of this porch, my only weapon is force And I dont wanna resort to violence of any sort Though whats she shovin me for? Doesnt she love me no more? Wasnt she huggin me four minutes ago at the door? Man, Im this close to goin toe-to-toe with this whore What would you do if she was tellin you she wants a divorce? Shes havin another baby in a month, and its yours And you found out it isnt, cause this bitch has been visitin someone else And suckin his dick and kissin you on the lips when you get back to Michigan Now the plot is thickenin worse ‘Cause you feel like youve been stickin your fuckin dick in a hearse So youre paranoid at every little cold that you get Ever since they sold you this shit, youve been holdin your dick So you go to the clinic, sweatin every minute you in it Then the doctor comes out, lookin like Dennis the Menace And its obvious to everyone in the lobby its AIDS He aint even gotta call you in his office to say it So you jet back home, cause you gon get that ho When you see her, you gon bend her fuckin neck back, yo Cause you love her, you never would expect that blow Obie told you the scoop, how could she stoop that low? Jesus, I dont believe this bitch works at the cleaners Bringin me home diseases, swingin from Obies penis Shes so deceivin, shit, this hos a genius, she Gd us Thats why I aint got no time For these games and stupid tricks Or these bitches on my dick Thats how dudes be gettin sick Thats how dicks be gettin drips Fallin victims to this shit From these bitches on our dicks Fuckin chickens with no ribs Thats why I aint got no time Im busy, yeah, fuck these bitches! Fuck em all! Get money, Shady Records Ha, whoa! Obie Trice! Eminem, motherfucker! New millennium shit, yeah Turn this shit off, man Turn this shit the fuck—42Embed

Rap Game Lyrics The rap game, hip hop 101 The hardest 9-to-5 youll ever have You cant learn this shit in no history book You ready to rap, motherfucker? You ready to sell your soul? Ha-ha-ha-ha, the rap game, motherfucker! Im a disrupted nigga, you made me crazy You shouldve slayed me as a baby, behavin shadier Than Wes Craven and you aint even gotta pay me I take pleasure of layin a nigga down daily You face me, drunk or sober, you’ll faint fast Im never fucked up to where I cant whoop yo ass Your neckll get snapped with bare hands; fuck music Is he rappin? Its cool, but fools, just dont confuse it What happens: these dudes get rude, then I lose it Im scandalous, Ill blow your two kids off the atlas With a gat thats bigger than Godzillas back, nigga You are not realer, in fact, youll feel the effects Of a crack dealer, yall presidents sends me smack And got a MAC-10 with it, so I aint gotta rap But Im thankful for that, dont mistaken me, black Or youll be stankin in the back of a fuckin Cadillac Ima get snuffed, ‘cause I aint said enough to pipe down Ill pipe down when the White House gets wiped out When I see that little Cheney dyke get sniped out Lights out, bitch, adiós, goodnight gunshot Now put that in your little pipe and bite down Think for a minute, ‘cause the hype just died down That I wont go up in the Oval Office right now And flip whatever aint tied down upside down Im all for America; fuck the government Tell that C. Delores Tucker slut to suck a dick Motherfucker ducked, what the fuck? Son of a bitch Take away my gun, Im gonna tuck some other shit Cant tell me shit about the tricks of this trade Switchblade with a little switch to switch blades And switch from a six to a sixteen-inch blade Shits like a samurai sword; a sensei Shit just dont change to this day Im this way, still tell that ut-slay itch-bay Uck-say my ick-day, scuse my ig-pay atin-lay But uck-fay you ig-pay This rap game, this rap game I aint sellin my soul for this rap game And I aint diggin no hole for this rap game Man, Im tellin you: no, it aint happenin This rap game, this rap game I aint sellin my soul for this rap game I aint diggin no hole for this rap game This rap game, this rap game I bet youd rather me drink and drown in my own inequity But fuck that! Ima rap til yall all get sick of me And clutch my nut sack and spit all who pick at me A pitt and rott mix, fuck the dogs you sic on me Im sayin you motherfuckers dont know us, quit playin If Im broke, then Im breakin up in the place where you layin You know, same shit every nigga done in his life I look at this, why speak on what I want when I write? So why should I ever fear another man If he bleed like I bleed, take a piss and he stand? Okay, you win, you can say we cant rap But no Source never made me not buy an album when they say it was wack I walk in that party and just start bustin Right after I hear the last verse of Self Destruction This liquor makes me wanna blast the chrome To let you know the time without Morris Day and Jerome Im low down and shifty, quickly call Swifty To do a drive-by on the tenth speed with 50 Youre feelin lucky? Squeeze, I catch you outside of Chuck E. Cheese with your seed, you be an unlucky G My lifestyle is unstable: a partyin addict They said, No fighting in the club – so I brought me a matic Coughin the static, I jump niggas; call me a rabbit Poppin the tablet and guns that saw you in half with Believe me, we run this rap shit, fo sheezy Make makin millions look easy Everywhere you turn, you see me You hear me, believe me Before you see my pistol in 3D No time to call a peace treaty Dial 911, ‘cause you need the Police to help you believe me I snatch the chalk from the sidewalk and piss on the curb This is absurd, these street niggas twistin my words We finally could say goodbye to Hollywood Cause Proof and Shyne, man, shit, nothing in common The nastiest band with gats in each hand We never bow down to be a flash in the pan No remorse; fuck your stature, dog! Nothing to do with hands when I clap at yall Put your jaw on the ground with the four and the pound Then Im gone outta town fore the law come around So we can battle with raps, we can battle with gats Matter of fact we can battle for plaques This rap game Im too fuckin retarded I dont give a fuck about my dick Thats why Im datin Lorena Bobbitt My crew had an argument, who was the largest Now they all is dead and I roll as a solo artist Plus I made the beats and wrote all the raps Well, I really didnt, but I did according to this contract I was thrown in the snow with nowhere to go Freezin 20 below, forced to join Bel Biv Devoe My little girl, she shouldnt listen to these lyrics Thats why I glued her headphones to her ear To make sure she hear it If rap dont work, Im startin a group with Garth Brooks Hahahaha, 50, sing the hook! This rap game, this rap game I aint sellin my soul for this rap game And I aint diggin no hole for this rap game Man, Im tellin you: no, it aint happenin This rap game, this rap game I aint sellin my soul for this rap game I aint diggin no hole for this rap game This rap game, this rap game Yeah, yeah, yeah46Embed

My Syllables Lyrics It is not about lyrics anymore Its about a hot beat and a catchy hook If we gotta dumb down our style and A-B-C it Then so be it, cause nowadays, these kids just Dont give a shit bout lyrics All they wanna hear is a beat and thats it Long as they can go to the club and get blitzed Pick up some chicks and get some digits And the DJs playing them hits Oh, this my jam! This my shit! We dont know a word to a verse, all we know is the chorus Cause the chorus repeats the same four words for us And the songs ginormous, the whole formulas switched Cause we dont know anymore what are hits Is it the beat? Is it the rap? Is it a finger snap or the same 808 clap? And how do we adapt and get TRL votes When thirteen-year-olds control the remotes? And Ashlees got a brand new nose We gotta put some new em-pha-sis on our syl-la-la-bles If the emphasis on the compact disc is in the beat Then Im gon feature Em and get rich And let Dre mix the shit, and drive off in the Range Ro Cause everywhere I go they love the bling-bling flow! Bang-bang, look at the way my chain glow The ring on my fing cost your man a lot of dough The fuck am I bustin my brain fo? Its just the way the game go and, oh, it takes two to tango You call this a lame flow? You bought the shit I guess you to blame too, I just found an angle No more reality flow Im tryna time my album dropping with a reality show Cock the MAC-11 in front of Hot 97 And call my publicist, tell her we in press heaven No one gives a shit except Some kids that just got into sex on the Internet So you want the chatroom or the house in Malibu? Em, your emphasis is on the wrong syl-la-la-ble They said thirtys the new twenty, funny Must mean fortys the new thirty, interesting Cause ever since then, its been, in a sense, an extension For veteran rappers that are better than half of The shit comin out right now, its all trash The torch is gonna burn out before it gets passed JAY said its his last, then 50 and Em Then what? Detox drops, what do we got then? So now our whole camps is runnin around Scrambling over what to do Gamblin every time we put a record out Just lookin for that hook Shorty, I love you And you love me too We were meant to be Cause, shorty, you love me And I love you too And I promise Ill be true to you Go shawty, its your birthday You made it just in time to hear my wordplay Its the kid that flip flows who used to flip Os And run G for days, you should see how I get hoes Im international, I get my dick licked round the globe Im sick right into shows, ridin on lolos Puffin on coco, my bitch in Manolos Dont fuck with the dodos, thats slang for dumb hoes Im playin, I aint got time to joke, joke You fuck around, you could get your ass smoked, loc Its not a game, me, B, I aint playin, beat behind me playin So you dont hear anyway, you dont hear what Im sayin Me fin-nini-na, fee-fi-fididee-yay Just give me my check and Ill be on my way Sunny, bunny, money and funny You aint even listening and I just took your money There once was a time everywhere you turned Shady-Aftermath was all you heard But they say 50 sang too much, and Em got soft And they say Dre just fell the fuck off Well, fuck the fuck-offs! All yall eat salt Be mad, we back, fresh up outta the vault Oh! New syl-la-la-bles, eat ball, you fuck-offs Your house, your bitch, Im getting sucked off East, South, Midwest, even up North Falling victim to wax, spitting, bring out the white chalk All for the gingerbread, we get it and get lost Catch me if you can, Im runnin past while yall walk Shady made me for bringin it back Fore the history of rap is gone with a snap A snare and a clap, what happened to just spittin Bout livin in the motherfuckin city you at? In the grimiest condition, I breathe in drama King Mathers and Cash—me—thats free karma Im everything, anything you can never be Its a hidden rhyme of the month deep in the beef I speak with a piece, no peace on my mind I repeat every evil deed done of mine No rest contest, contract to sign By blood, Im in this squad for life Air out my windpipes, and I just chime Im the reason you guys wont say that line Im crazy, renegade like Em and Jay-Z Im Rosemarys baby, I want you to hate me Shorty, I love you And you love me too We were meant to be Cause, shorty, you love me And I love you too And I promise Ill be true to you It is not about lyrics anymore It is not about lyrics anymore Its about a hot beat, a hot beat Its about a hot beat, a hot beat A hot-hot-hot beat and a catchy hook A hot-hot-hot beat and a catchy hook Nobody gives a damn about them syllables Syl-la-la-bles, whatever they are I dont care if you gotta rhyme schmoe, mo, Joe, toe, and glow Now, get out there and sell some goddamn records! Now, get out there and sell some goddamn records! Now, get out there and sell some goddamn records! Now, get out there and sell some goddamn records! Now, get out there and sell some goddamn records! Now, get out there and sell some goddamn records! Now, get out there and sell some goddamn records! Now, get out there and sell some59Embed

Cum on Everybody Lyrics Yo, mic check Testing One, two, um, twelve What up? What up? What up? This is my dance song, can you hear me? Alright, ayy, turn my headphones up My favorite color is red like the bloodshed From Kurt Cobains head when he shot himself dead Women all grabbin at my shish kabab Bought Lauryn Hills tape so her kids could starve You thought I was ill and now Im even more so Shit, I got full-blown AIDS and a sore throat I got a wardrobe with an orange robe Im in the fourth row, signin autographs at your show I just remembered that Im absent-minded Wait, I mean Ive lost my mind, I cant find it Im freestylin every verse that I spit Cause I dont even remember the words to my shit I told the doc I need a change in sickness And gave a girl herpes in exchange for syphilis Put my LP on your Christmas gift list You want to get high? Here, bitch, just sniff this Cum on everybody Cum on everybody Cum on everybody Cum on everybody Cum on everybody Cum on everybody Cum on everybody Cum on everybody Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo I tried suicide once and Ill try it again Thats why I write songs where I die at the end Cause I dont give a fuck like my middle finger was stuck And I was wavin it at everybody, screamin, I suck I go on stage in front of a sell-out crowd And yell out loud, All yall get the hell out now Fuck rap, Im givin it up, yall, Im sorry Im bored out of my gourd, so I took a hammer And nailed my foot to the floorboard of my Ford Guess Im just a sick, sick bastard Whos one sandwich short of a picnic basket One Excedrin tablet short of a full medicine cabinet I feel like my head has been shredded like lettuce and cabbage And if you ever see a video for this shit Ill probably be dressed up like a mummy with my wrists slit Cum on everybody Cum on everybody Cum on everybody Cum on everybody Cum on everybody Cum on everybody Cum on everybody Cum on everybody Got bitches on my jock out in East Detroit Cause they think that Im a motherfuckin Beastie Boy So I told em I was Mike D They was like, Gee, I dont know, he might be I told em, Meet me at Kid Rocks next concert Ill be standin by the Loch Ness Monster Peace out Then I jetted to the weed house, smoked out Til I started bustin freestyles, broke out Then I dipped quick back to the crib, put on lipstick Crushed up the Tylenol and ate it with a dipstick Made a couple of crank calls collect Its Ken Kaniff from Connecticut, can you accept? I want to make songs all the fellas dub And murder every rich rapper that Im jealous of So just remember, when I bomb your set Yo, I only cuss to make your mom upset Cum on everybody Cum on everybody Cum on everybody Cum on everybody Cum on everybody Cum on everybody Cum on everybody Cum on everybody Cum on everybody Cum on everybody Cum on everybody Cum on everybody Cum on everybody Cum on everybody Cum on everybody Cum on everybody Cum on everybody Cum on everybody Cum on everybody Cum on everybody Cum on everybody Cum on everybody Cum on everybody Cum on everybody 21Embed

Parking Lot Lyrics Dont kill me! Hurry the fuck up! Thank you! Go, go, go! What the... fuck? The fuck did he go? Mothafucka bail on me? Fuck you! Car stops working Aw, you gotta be fucking kidding me! Are you fucking kidding me? Shit! Get off! Ha-ha! Parking lot! Shit, ah! Let me see your hands, bend over! Ah, fuck it! 33Embed

Medicine Ball Lyrics Oh my goodness, what have I done? Oh no, I cant believe it Its like Ive got the whole world in my palm And Im ready to drop bombs Welcome to the Slim Shady Mecca, Rebecca Its the village in New York, right next to the Tribeca Thats my sector, homosexual dissector Come again, rewind selector I said, nice rectum, I had a vasectomy Hector So you cant get pregnant if I bisexually wreck ya Hannibal Lecter in the guy section, I bet ya I tantalize ya and in less than five seconds I get ya They say once bitten then twice shy, well lie next to the guy With nine ecstasy pills and five extra Boxes of ribbed condoms in quantities, why yes sir I took the rest of the Lunesta pills from my dresser Thats my kind of vibe, what else should I try, Lester? Drop-kick the bitch before her second trimester Perform the home abortion with Dexter, then I guess Ill Dig her fetus out with a wire hanger, then digest her I guess its time for you to hate me again Lets begin, now hand me the pen How should I begin it and where does it all end? The world is just my medicine ball, youre all in I said, I guess its time for you to hate me again Lets begin, now hand me the pen How should I begin it and where does it all end? My medicine ball, youre in my medicine ball, friends All my Westside bitches throw it up Put a balloon inside your pussy, queef, and blow it up Man, I think that he just fell off the deep end, sure enough So you better change the station to keep from throwing up Man, you seen it all before, youre all too familiar with it Theres a penis on the floor and two balls, so you know who did it You know you with it, girl, dont front, oh no you didnt I wont rape all the Pussycat Dolls? Nicole, you kiddin? Ill pee on Rihanna, see man, I do what I wanna Spray perfume in the sauna room, crazy-gluin Madonna To the La-Z-Boy sofa, fold her in two, then sit on her Imagine the visual for that, man, who wouldve thought I Could ever be such a relentless prick, unleashing his vengeance But the chicks so old, she looks like she outlived a life sentence I never meant this rhyme to be so offensive If you werent so defensive, it wouldnt be, youre so sensitive I guess its time for you to hate me again Lets begin, now hand me the pen How should I begin it and where does it all end? The world is just my medicine ball, youre all in I said, I guess its time for you to hate me again Lets begin, now hand me the pen How should I begin it and where does it all end? My medicine ball, youre in my medicine ball, friends Put Christopher Reeves on a unicycle with a kickstand Kick it up and push him and lead him right into quicksand Here, you need a hand, big man? Grab hold of this branch With both hands, man, they dont understand, Im just a sick man Now everybodys pissed at me Like its my fault his name rhymes with so many different words, jeez So one last time, Mr. Christopher Reeves Wont you break it down for me and just spit the verse, please? Eminem, Im coming to kill you Always hated you, and I still do Youll never fill my shoes, my Superman costume Doesnt even fit you, they dont feel you Youre taking this shit too far Who do you think you are? Hang my suit up in the armoire Every day I hate you more and more, throw down the cardboard Lets breakdance if you think youre hardcore I guess its time for you to hate me again Lets begin, now hand me the pen How should I begin it and where does it all end? The world is just my medicine ball, youre all in I said, I guess its time for you to hate me again Lets begin, now hand me the pen How should I begin it and where does it all end? My medicine ball, youre in my medicine ball, friends The world is mine37Embed

Fine Line Lyrics Another day, another hotel, the inside of it is nice though, oh well This is my life so as I go and try on clothes for tonights show To see how far that line goes, still blows my mind, show business Guess Ill just never get, so this shit just always feels so weird To this day because alls I ever did Was just say the shit I wouldve wanted to hear Other people say to me when I was a kid So please dont make me some type of hero Cause I will say some ol inspirational shit in a real way But still will have a field day with some of the fucked up shit In the world and tell it to suck on the dick, cause I still make fun Of a sitch someones in like a son of a bitch at anothers expense Im fuckin relentless as fuck when it comes to this pen I struggle with coming to senses, stuck on the fence Its a balance beam, if I seem unbalanced, its challenging When my conscience allows me to think the most foulest Childish things without even blinking, without even thinkin about All the stinkin amounts of people that seems to be reachin But the crowds, theyre screaming And The Palace sold out this evening But now its lay me down to sleep And is it really my soul to keep, or have I sold it cheap? Is it greed? And do I take more than I need? When I joke of leavin, but keep overachievin Cause what its stole from me Ive barely broken even I know, its a fine, fine line Living in hope or dire need I know, its a fine, fine line Living in hope or dire need So a martyr is how I paint myself And through my harrowin ordeals I’m so vain I want my respect But ignore the butterfly effect that comes from my dialect Til I sit in the dark and I reflect And my reflection shows what its like here Cause this vanity, surrounded by all these lights Yeah, its like a nightmare I said, this vanity surrounded by these lights is a night mirror And I dont like how I see myself, so I open the Bible to Isaiah Cause I swear to Christ there are nights when I stay up and might Say a prayer twice just to make sure God hears Cause this ice layer I skate ons a nice way of putting it But I like stayin feistier than a triceratops and like a dice player I got a nice paradise here, sealed off in my lair Away from the bullshit good safe place to sit and talk shit from And this house, is quite bare, but it aint when you cant leave it And I feel so isolated, its nice I made it But its like I paid the price of fame twice, I hate it So I bitch about my life then make another song Vicious cycle aint it, then wonder why I stay famous I keep walkin the line, this goldfish bowl gets old But especially when you don’t know If your conscience is sayin I told you so Cause you dont even know anymore If you got the soul of a soldier, or you sold your soul I know, its a fine, fine line Living in hope or dire need I know, its a fine, fine line Living in hope or dire need And from here you look so small Hovering high above us all Please come back to me I still remember the times when They were simpler than the rhymes of Vanilla Ice were when I was just killin the mics Ill never forget what that feeling was like I miss those times now when I was just starting out Without a dime and now Im diamond I cant even stage dive in the crowd anymore now when Ive been Stuck in this house hibernatin, hate even going outside It sucks, sometimes I just wanna walk into Target and look at shit and browse, I dont even want to buy nothin I just wanna fuckin walk around inside it Look how excited I sound when I get to talkin bout life and Everything about it I miss, which now reminds me Put a thousand lighters in the sky for the Outsidaz Wow, I must have had Alzheimers Long time since I shouted them out, bout time Cause its been on my mind lately how Zee, you always supported me You vouched, I will never forget that and How you guys accepted me for me and Pace I love you too, you slept on my couch And Ive been thinkin bout the time When I slept on the floor at The Outhouse Rhymings all we ever wanted to do And regardless how life has turned out Inside Ill, Ill always be an outsider My life has been turned inside out but I— I know, its a fine, fine line Living in hope or dire need I know, its a fine, fine line Living in hope or dire need But I keep walkin the line...102Embed

Guns Blazing Lyrics Its time to face the music A stay of execution No more distribution You did this to me Im right back on my bullshit, right back out in these streets Just remember that you did this to yourself Now you gotta suffer the consequences Back up to bat and swingin for the fences Lets make one thing clear, here, here, my dear My resolute for this year No pollution, fresh air My solution, long hair with a fat ass, Im deadass Mile high club til I jеt lag Rothstein flow, Casino And youre just like Gingеr, we know Single negro, I dont need your And that fake handholdin on Fathers Day You a different motherfucker when youre not with me Been sleepin with the enemy, mockery Its like Im John F. Kennedy, shots at me Yes, Im president of debauchery None of that bullshit ever got to me Cause your pillow Brillo, ditto Breakin this shit down little by little I aint got time for the fuckin pom-poms Shoulda never let this dog out of that kennel Wastin time, debatin bout Who Im with when Im not around Just dont forget who you fuckin wit When steppin on hallowed ground You did this to me Right back on my bullshit, right back out in these streets Just remember that you did this to yourself But now you gotta suffer the consequences How many times have I got burnt and tried to act like Im not hurt? Or take you back and we not work, like clockwork This shit is agony, youre draggin me, Glocks burst Just remember, you drawed first You aint toe taggin me, ho-bag, any blowback, you deserve Get the bozack, bitch , my souls blackening So actually, this couldve been a lot worse I couldve name-dropped you in my verse But out of respect for your daughter I wont blow your spot up cause your toddler Does not deserve to get caught up in our dirt And good luck with her father Bitch, youre stuck with him now, ha-fuckin-ha Word to the doctor, these are wounds you cannot nurse Hope its drivin you bonkers, that Im not yours Guess I mustve got wise, you are not sly Just cause you can make up an on-the-spot lie Im comin out, guns blazin, shots fired Hand sani, Im cutting off tize Bitch, everything you owns in a box, bye Guess its back to the trailer and pot pies Hope I pull up to the window at Popeyes One day and youll be servin me hot fries cause Taste of your own medicine You shedded skin, yeah, you reptilian bitch Off of your knees , beggin for forgiveness Yeah, look at you, marry him again, bitch You aint Ems bitch, youre just regular hims bitch We will never be together again, ever And when youre in bed with him and you wish you was with me Just remember that You did this to me Im right back on my bullshit, right back out in these streets Just remember that you did this to yourself But now you gotta suffer the consequences Remember that you did this to me Im right back on my bullshit, right back out in these streets Just remember that you did this to yourself But now you gotta suffer the consequences Wastin time, debatin bout Who Im with when Im not around Just dont forget who you fuckin wit When steppin on hallowed ground53Embed

Our House Lyrics I wanna be the best who ever did it Dont know if that goal is feasible, or it isnt But if it is then God, if youre listenin Please grant me the strength to crush all competition You cant blame me for dreaming, Im a dreamer And if Im coming off brash, please forgive me But, thats all I want I just wanna be the illest MC The same time being as real as can be Mayhem, sickness, murder, horror These are the kind of words that describe my aura G Rap, Ras Kass, Kurupt Redman I am cut from that cloth Write a rhyme about me, you a dead man Cool J, Im Bad video Learned the whole routine and performed it for my fathers friends While they smoked and drank Symphony, D.O.C. inspired me to write what Would eventually put me on airplanes like B.o.B Canibus, Wu-Tang, you know our history, but hats off When we rap this Jack Frost we outline the track chalk Thank God for the one-two cadence Thank God for the lunchroom tables Im tryna be the sickest nigga, dead or alive And if I happen to fall short, its been one hell of a ride Chronic 1 and 2, looking up at the sky at the sun Up until the day the sun is you You listening to hip-hop, you in Jay house Wayne house, Nas house Em house, Our House So welcome, to our house Where no one, comes back out You wont find, comfort In here, in here, in here When I was a little boy I wanted to be a rapper Wanted to be on the radio and snapping pictures after And so I grabbed my pen and pad and scribbled chitter chatter It started off wack But in the words of a ten year old, my shit was getting phatter I hit the studio at 16, stupid ill Not knowing how the booth would feel, whats ADATs and two inch reel How you ad-lib? Whats a punch? I aint a boxer But I sure enough learned the ropes, look D and Mike you made a monster Now everydays a game of Contra, I got 99 men An infinite amount of rounds inside this mighty fine pen This is my dream, dont fuck with it, Im telling you Cause anyone can get dusted as long as production is available Im disgusted as a fan, look how niggas sounding, damn Weak head, yall suck bad, fuck swag and your kicks from South Japan Im finna to be the best in this profession Ive been invested all my life, so wipe your feet before you step in Our house So welcome, to our house Where no one, comes back out You wont find, comfort In here, in here, in here I wanna be the best who ever did it Dont know if that goal is feasible, or it isnt But if it is then God, if youre listenin Please grant me the strength to crush all competition You cant blame me for dreaming, Im a dreamer And if Im coming off brash please forgive me But, thats all I want I just wanna be the illest MC The same time being as real as can be Yo, in my house, the lights out No utilities in the facilities Feeling my lifes bout, to wipe out These feelings Im feeling be killing me I pull the mic out, cant strike out Cause if winning is really my enemy I pull a nine out, blow my mind out Is the end of me really serenity? Man in my house, its rap or die Get a piece of that apple pie Life is a Pharcyde song, and that bitch just passed us by So I, got lyrically complex, that way I could clock checks Get my moms out the projects, with these concepts, competition cant digest And then I stress cause the road is rough I start feeling like shits sour The electricity in my will power could still power the twin towers For ten hours, so send cowards The message from Crooked I Royce Da 5, Joe Budden, Em, Yaowa In our, house we spit like Sig Sauers The way I feel now I could spit for six hours Straight, only way to be great, is to dig down, if you can hear this sound in- -side my head sounds like a fucking drive-by Thats what the inside of my minds like Looking back on my career, even hindsights, tunnel vision, 5 mics Never wanted that so bad, felt like-I-could-go-mad Nomad with a notepad Go Taz, spaz on these ho bags That bothered me, but I never wanna show that Just dont act like it ever does Even though you know that there will never come A day someone blows past you, never was Someone whos as dope as you ever was And you hope thats, true cause the competitor in you Couldnt let somebody be better than you And you know that, so you dont ever hold back What you gonna go back into working a regular job? Fuck that, Imma go hard, grab on my, gonads Tell them fuck theyselves They call me a wigger like Renee Zell But I raised hell like a stay-at-home dad Rap is the only thing that I was ever really, bad to the bone at Guess Im similar to, gangrene when Im, angry then Im Hulk Smash, so much passion but no compassion If eyes are the windows to the soul Then its, broken glass and theres no trespassing Alright now here we go Dre stamped me now Im stamping Yelawolf Get ready for the most competitive Clique in the world its like Clash of the Titans I released the cracker its time to set it again And when its said and its all done None shall ever fuck with this squadron So come on in, at your own risk This is Bitch! So welcome, to our house Where no one, comes back out You wont find, comfort In here, in here, in here34Embed

A Kiss Lyrics Bangladesh I want a kiss , kiss , kiss I want a kiss , kiss , kiss I want a kiss , kiss , kiss I want a kiss , kiss , kiss Uh, Nickel Nina nigga Twitter beefing, first rapper that shot a fan Guccis my absolute state of mind like Wakas man Choppers spraying , getting head in a car parked, new Gallardo This bitch suckin my dick today, callin yesterdays news tomorrows Stretch a nigga out, Im the new Tae Bo, bout to cross over, Im the new Ivo Bout to saves a couple of these bitches Thats right , Im the new Bible You? You five-o. Me? Im more grounded than punishments But Im too fly though Yall niggas be whining, I should call you Moscato Look down at the floorboard Looks like someone left a pair of stiletto shoes in my Tahoe Never know just what type of a ho inside of my ride I may let Last night went to 5:00 a.m., and she aint even recover from last Friday yet Hoes all over the ride like its an ice cream truck, I can see why they fret I already ran over two hoes and I aint get out the fuckin driveway yet Soon as I open the door you try to resist What for? Get in girl, dont front, shorty, youre Fighting an un-winnable war, its useless as tits on a bull or little tits on a whore Got em acting like spoiled brats kickin and screamin Like little kids throwing fits on the floor Get in the whip, but you aint turning this frog into a prince Why you tryna keep convincing me for? I want a kiss , kiss , kiss You wont get one I want a kiss , kiss , kiss Not from me I want a kiss , kiss , kiss Not on the lips, are you crazy? I want a kiss , kiss , kiss Maybe the cheek, but thats all you gon get from me Now you in my whip just as long as you understand that I cant be whipped You say, Companionship, I say Abandon ship Im a gigolo, so you know Im always on the go I dont got no time to slow down for no relation-shit Drop the P and add a T Yeah, you can get mad at me all you want But Im ghost before you can even say, Boo, hun, let alone call me one A one night stand is all he wants with a female fan, yeah, one like Stan And hes so about a one nightstand His bedroom has two lamps and only one nightstand Get the hint? Ooh yeah boo – ew I aint finna argue, but why do you think they call it boo? Yeah, cause the sound of it sposed to scare you Oh, ho, we can share you in the back of the McLaren I dont give a fuck what your name is We gon call you Hi and Bye Hope you bi, in the meantime your name is Sharon Slows the flow down so I can what? Tell you same face I make When Im shootin the guns the same face that I make when I fuck! From the back of my hand on your neck Pressing your face against these sheets, its insane You VIN changed Cause Im outta this world, girl I got that Milky Way dick vein Im at a all-time high with highness Im at a all-time fly with flyness And this is exactly what they say when they bow to your highness, yeah I want a kiss , kiss , kiss You wont get one I want a kiss , kiss , kiss Not from me I want a kiss , kiss , kiss Not on the lips, are you crazy? I want a kiss , kiss , kiss Maybe the cheek, but thats all you gon get from me Nickel Nina nigga Twitter beefing, first rapper that shot a fan Push a chick out the car while its moving like Wakas man Her bottoms dark, but her top is tan, her private parts Got her on the pole, like the opposite of her papas plans Come on stripper! Lets hit the strip, one-eighty, throw it in reverse and drop the trans Im in a trance, now look at this bitch dance Looking at this tramp like, What are you wearing, girl? Quit playing Yeah, bitch in them scratch and sniff pants Well let me scratch em, let me sniff, yeah, what? Did I say that? Im on lean like Styrofoam cups and kickstands Middle finger stuck on fuck, stiff hands But, girl, you got a butt like no if ands So yeah, what the Hell, maybe All hail Shady, hell tell it like it is So tell Katy Perry hes on her tail, hes tailgating These bells are my mating call and Im here Bells waiting, and tell Lady Gaga, she can quit her job at the post office, shes still a male lady Wouldnt fuck her with her dick, you heard it, the verdicts in Hes allergic to divas and take meat cleavers to em Him dont give a damn about Beaver, do him What a demon, a behemoth, evil just seems to be seething through him I like the little strip tease you doing this evening You and me gon find three more chickadees and have a menage like Nicki You hot like a Dickie outfit in Texas without shit under it Sweating, suck my dick or gets to steppings my logic My God, trick, my dick is hard, as stiff as a yardstick What are we gonna do? Ride around til were carsick? Ima put this shit in park like dog shit And you can blow me in the dark In the parking lot of the trailer park by the garbage Whatre you waitin on, me to roll out the carpet? Condoms are in the glove compartment, lets start it Think Im jokin? What, am I sitting here tryna make fake farts with my armpits? Tryna get you to spit pop through your nose? Am I here to amuse you? Stop it Im in your pocket outside of a church The other hand reaching for the bottom of your purse You giving me head in a boxing stance My dicks so big you could drop it in dirt Im not your man, we sparring partners Theres five things you are in charge of Thats: suckin a dick, sucking a dick Sucking a dick, sucking a dick, sucking a dick And if you aint sucking a dick, why you sitting there with puckered lips? Oh thats collagen, muhfuckin bitch What you mean howd you get suckered into this? You gon jump into my truck and then try to get truculent You should be suffering, you should be cooking You should be buckling your seat belt with oven mitts Excuse me while I make an ass out of myself But its only because I just wanna get I want a kiss , kiss , kiss You wont get one I want a kiss , kiss , kiss Not from me I want a kiss , kiss , kiss Not on the lips, are you crazy? I want a kiss , kiss , kiss Maybe the cheek, but thats all you gon get from me Nickel Nina nigga Twitter beefing, first rapper that shot a fan35Embed

Killer Lyrics Yeah, its crazy, Im a Made all this money from doin this 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 Thats what I do with money, got money up the ass Call it toilet paper, yeah, flush with cash Girl, nice butt, is it up for grabs? Just wanna touch your ass, is that too much to ask? Yeah I made a grip, I know its tough to grasp, get the bag Call it potato chips, I stuff in duffel bags On some public transportation shit, cause I will bus your ass Fuck the chain, Im off the trailer hitch, I got a bunch of swag 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 , Im a , Im a Yeah, look, yeah My income is all that and then some Girl, your man is a nincompoop, a symptom Of a simp cause hell spend some loot to get some As for me, Im the Kim Jong-Un of pimps, hon Swag dripping, Im in a pub Went up to this chick who was so tipsy, we went to hug Ended up tripping, I picked her up She yelled out its her birthday Shes fifty and in the club Then it comes on , that In da Club song Shes a buzzsaw , were goin numbskull I live on the edge , shes a jump off Call her Cinderella , she loves balls 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 Attack like the Ripper All over the track doin laps like a stripper Now , now , w— wow look out Rap circles around clowns, surround sound John Rambos back and my ammos stacked And Im cocking raps, Im on your head Other words, Im stocking caps and Im talking facts Like OfficeMax Never down, Ill be up like an insomniac Girl, I got racks you got a rack How you got all that back and no body fat Im in awe with that When I stopped the Pontiac at the laundromat that I saw you at You almost had a heart attack, went into cardiac You ran inside and told your boyfriend like, Ill be back But for all you knew I probably act like Im Daniel Wozniak Im a psycho-pa-pathic killer Im a cap peeler, caterpillar With the botanic of bananas You never heard better vernacular Comin after your scapula For the lack of a better word, Dracula Cause Im attackin a rapper at the phrenic nerves Im a savage, back to put the dagger in the back of competitors Predator and scavenger I am a carnivore and a baller, youre at the dollar store What the fuck you got a wallet for? Yall are poor I was livin in squalor but, uh-uh, not no more Now Im the one they holla for Fuckin shit up like a dinosaur in a China store Bitch, Im number five minus four 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 , Im a , Im a Yeah53Embed

Crazy In Love Lyrics Tell myself that I was doing alright Theres nothing left to do tonight But go crazy on you Crazy on you Let me go crazy, crazy on you, oh Cant you see what you do to me, baby? You make me crazy, you make me act like a maniac Im like a lunatic, you make me sick Youre truly the only one who can do this to me You just make me get so crazy I go schizo, I get so insane, I just go schizophrenic One minute I wanna slit your throat, the next I wanna sex You make me crazy, the way we act Like two maniacs in the sack We fuck like two jackrabbits And maybe thats a bad habit Cause the next day were right back at it In the same exact pattern What the fuck is the matter with us? We cant figure out if its lust or its love Whats that thats attractin us to each other? They say that every man grows up to marry his own mother Which would explain why youre such a motherfuckin bitch But I stay and still stick it out with you Even though I just hit you today But you deserve it, you hit me first and provoked me to choke you Just cause I came home late last night Crawled in bed and I woke you But if theres one thing about you that I admire its, baby Because you stay with me, maybe cause youre as crazy as I am Cause when I look at you I can see an angel in your eyes But if I look deeper inside I see your freakish little side Like a devil in disguise, youre always full of surprises Always pullin devices out your purse: little vibrators and dildoes You fucked yourself so much you barely feel those anymore Youre only 24, but youre plenty more ma-ture Than those other little hoes who just act like little girls Like theyre in middle school still Youre crazy, sexy, cool, chill And you play your position, you never step outta line Even though I stay in your business youve always kept outta mine I wonder whats on your mind Sometimes they say love is blind Maybe thats why the first time I dotted your eye you aint see the sign Or maybe you did, maybe you like being shoved Maybe cause were crazy in love Go crazy on you Crazy on you Let me go crazy, crazy on you, oh You are the ink to my paper, what my pen is to my pad The moral, the very fiber, the whole substance to my rap You are my reason for being, the meaning of my existence If it wasnt for you I would never be able to spit this As intense as I do, and the irony is you rely on me As much as I rely on you to inspire me like you do You provide me the lighter fluid, the fuel to my fire Youre my entire supply: gas, the match, and igniter The only way that I am able to stay so stable Is youre the legs to my table If you were to break Id fall on my face But Im always gonna make you feel I dont need you as much As I really need you so you dont use it to your advantage But youre essential to me, youre the air I breathe I believe If you ever leave me Id probably have no reason to be You are the Kim to my Marshall, youre the Slim to my Shady The Dre to my Eminem, the Alaina to my Hailie You are the word that Im lookin for When Im tryin to describe how I feel inside And the right one just wont come to my mind Youre like the pillar that props me up, the beam that supports me The bitch who never took half, the wife who never divorced me Youre like the root to my evil, you let my devil come out me You let me beat the shit out you before you beat the shit out me And no matter how much, too much is never enough Maybe cause were crazy in love Go crazy on you Crazy on you Let me go crazy, crazy on you, oh47Embed

Spend Some Time Lyrics If theres any bitches in this room Then theres somethin I gotta say For all the fools who fell for the first girl who comes their way Ive been down that road And now Im back, sittin on square one Tryin to pick myself up where I started from I never woulda thought that Id see you out of control Even though my penis was deep down in your hole You should know, between us, we was like mates of soul Nothin could intervene us, especially no hoes You was more so the chalant type I chose Til more shows, haunted you nights, I suppose Thats how it go: with time spent, emotion grows In the beginning friends, we decided to roll So whos responsible when you get excited, explode And Obies grinnin, then you invite that Obies cold But bitches they gon talk, niggas they gon hate We established this way before we became mates So whats required is that you chill with all that fire Get your desire when I retire and— Spend some time with me, say that youll be mine I never thought Id find someone to be mine Lord knows I was right, ‘cause you just crossed the line Spend some time with me, say that youll be mine I used to say I never met a girl like you before Still aint got a fuckin clue as to who you truly are Almost went as far as introducin you to my daughters Til you went as far as goin and snoopin through my drawers Now I just feel stupid for the loop that you threw me for Cant believe I almost flew the coop for some stupid whore You used to say all you wanted was for me to be yours All I ever wanted from you was a few booty calls If you recall, I used to treat you like a groupie broad When we fucked, I refused to even take my jewelry off But it threw me off the first time I called and you blew me off It was a shock, it struck me as odd, but it turned me on You started gettin moody on me, pretty soon wed argue And the ruder you got, the more beautiful you got to me And whoda even knew that? Who woulda even thought possibly Cupid could shoot another one of them Goddamn darts at me? Its true that I got shot in the heart But when someone seems too good to be true, they usually are But see, when youre in it, its too hard to see Til you pull up and see some other dudes car parked and reach Up under the seat as your heart starts to beat Before you make a decision thats life-altering And just as you halt and you turn and you start to leave You hear them words echoing, almost haunting, that taunting ring Spend some time with me, say that youll be mine I never thought Id find someone to be mine Lord knows I was right, ‘cause you just crossed the line Spend some time with me, say that youll be mine Ha, ha, yeah right, bitch Spend some time on my dick In most cases, Stats attitude is, Fuck a bitch! My only motive is to get head and fuck a bitch But you was different, thought we shared a covenant Even held your hand in pub-a-lic We sufferin because of this Shawty on some whole nother other shit Tryin to play slick, thinkin Ima trick off grip Ill admit, I was caught in the mix, down to commit Feedin you the best of me, I shouldve fed you piss We started off closer than close But who couldve predicted to know Your trifling ways woulda stopped our growth? And the final result, back in that same boat I asked myself: Do I love these hoes? — Nope! Em introduced us: 50, this is Tanya, Tanya, this is 50 Then slid off and left her to kick it with me I complimented her, I said, You have very nice lips. With my imagination, I could see her suckin my dick We played the phone game, a week later, shit changed fast Had her comin over in a cab to give me some ass Downtown Manhattan, on the balcony, stare at the skyline Penthouse full of imported shit, you know how I grind She got to talkin, talkin like an opportunist too Why talk, when suckin my dick is the real career move? Said shes an aspiring actress, she do videos for practice Yeah, yeah, know how many times I done heard that shit? Spend some time with me, say that youll be mine I never thought Id find someone to be mine Lord knows I was right, ‘cause you just crossed the line Spend some time with me, say that youll be mine46Embed

Hello Lyrics Hello Allow me to introduce myself My name is Shady Its so nice to meet you Its been a long time Im sorry Ive been away so long My name is Shady I never meant to leave you Yeah You see that chick in the gym, checking me out? Any second Im bout to stick her neck in my mouth I lose a pill and Im recklessly wreckin the house That was supposed to be breakfast, where the heck is it now? Theres the necklace I lost, right next to Stephanies blouse Man, I should check to see if my mom left any out Nope, guess Ill re-route Maybe somewhere in the depths of the couch Oh, jackpot, yeah—open sesame, mouth Down the hatch, and the feeling—you cant match it I rap-tat-tap on your door with a damn ratchet Attack-tack-tacking a whore with a damn hatchet A knapsack packed with like forty-some Xanaxes Shorty, come back, Im tryna score me some lapdances Im bout to relapse, so, baby, pour me some Jack Daniels Formula 44D and 40s with bad capsules The bad apple spoils the bunch, Im back at ya Girl, I dont mean any harm All I wanted to do is just say hello And are you menstruating, baby? My little friends waiting to say hello The way your titties are wigglin And your bootys shakin like jello Girl, I dont mean any harm All I wanted to do is just say hello, yeah My equilibriums off—must be the lithium I dont need to buy any drugs, man—people give me em It just becomes everyday, extra-curriculum No reason in particular—it was strictly fun A fifth of rum and two bottles of 151 Fifty-one people asleep in my damn living room Excuse me, hun, but what is your name? Vivian? I woke up next to you naked, and, uh, did we, um? Of course, we did, but didnt I strap Jimmy, hun? Im looking for the torn wrapper, but there dont seem to be one No offense, baby girl, I dont mean any harm But disease is something Im trying to keep my penis free from I find the package, and Im cool—I immediately run Like Speedy Gon-zales to see if I see anyone Who might have a couple of 3s—Im fiending for some My head is pounding to the beat of the drum Girl, I dont mean any harm All I wanted to do is just say hello And do you happen to have anything on you To make my mood mellow? Some are oval and some are pink Some are blue and some are just yellow Girl, I dont mean any harm All I wanted to do is just say hello Oh, those were the days, they certainly were Its hurting me to know that Ill be closing that curtain for good Word-word, chk-word-word, chk-word, chk-chk-word I second that and I third, rushed to emergency surgery To try to flush me because of the drugs that he purchased Hes no longer getting them free—hundred bucks for these Percodans Plus, its getting to be where hell lustfully search the den Pain is hitting his knee and his muscles be hurtin him Tirelessly on the phone trying to rustle up Muscle relaxers for his back and a couple of Paxils Now hes doubling backwards, and hes stumbling back Slipped and fell, hit his back, boom, heard something go crack Now hes up in the bathroom like hes busting a nap Almost ended it that soon because of the fact Im just busting my own chops while Im busting a rap Resuscitated and rejuved, so fuck it, Im back Girl, I dont mean any harm All I wanted to do is just say hello And do you happen to have anything on you To make my mood mellow? Some are oval and some are pink Some are blue and some are just yellow Girl, I dont mean any harm All I wanted to do is just say hello And so Im saying, Hello Allow me to introduce myself My name is Shady Its so nice to meet you Its been a long time Im sorry Ive been away so long My name is Shady I never meant to leave you Yeah, its like starting over Clean slate Ha68Embed

Say What You Say Lyrics Heh, so Im out the game, huh? Yo, Dre, we ridin? Whatever Well, Im wit ya, homie Okay, lets handle the small shit I was born to brew up storms, stir up shit Kick up dust, cuss til I slur up spit Grew up too quick, went through too much, knew too much shit Corrupt, and Ima pour it on like syrup, bitch Thick and rich, sick and twisted, Mr. Buttersworth Dre told me to milk this shit for what its worth Til the cow just tilts and tips and stumbles to Earth And if I fumble a verse, keep goin First take I make mistakes, just keep it No punches pull, no punches, thats weak shit Fake shit, if I ever take shit, Ill eat shit Wasnt for him, wouldnt be shit Creep with me as we take a little trip down memory lane Been here longer than anyone in the game And I aint got to lie about my age But what about Jermaine? Fuck Jermaine! He dont belong speakin mine or Timbalands name And dont think I dont read your little interviews and see what youre sayin Im a giant, and I aint gotta move til Im provoked When I see you, Ima step on you and not even know it You midget, mini-me with a bunch of little mini-yous Runnin around your backyard swimming pools Over eighty million records sold And I aint have to do it with ten- or eleven-year-olds ‘Cause what you say is what you say Say what you say how you say it whenever you sayin it Just remember how you said it when you was sprayin it So who you playin with, huh? ‘Cause what you say is what you say Say what you say how you say it whenever you sayin it Just remember how you said it when you was sprayin it So who you playin with, huh? Second verse, it gets worse, it gets no better than this Amateurs drink veteran piss From a Dixie cup, if you ever mix me up Or confuse me with a Canibus or Dre with a Dupri Well rub it in, every club youre in, well have you blackballed And make sure you never rap a-fuckin-gain Dre aint havin it, long as Im here to play devils advocate If there was some magic shit I could wave Over the industry that could save it when Im gone And buried to make sure the tradition carries on, I would If I could only use this power for good, I wouldnt, not even if I could From the hood, and Im a hornet And Ima only sting when Im cornered And Ima only sucker punch and swing without warning And swing to knock somebodys fuckin head off ‘Cause I know if they get up, I wont get a chance to let off Another punch, Im punk rock, no ones punk Dont give a fuck, White-Pac, so much spunk When I was little I knew I would blow up and sell a mil Or grow up to be Attila, go nuts and be a killer And Im something of a phenom, one puff of the chron Im unstoppable, Im alive and on top again Theres no obstacle that I cant conquer So come along with us ‘Cause what you say is what you say Say what you say how you say it whenever you sayin it Just remember how you said it when you was sprayin it So who you playin with, huh? ‘Cause what you say is what you say Say what you say how you say it whenever you sayin it Just remember how you said it when you was sprayin it So who you playin with, huh? Now anybody who knows Dre knows Im about Fast cars and Alizé, partyin all day But I handled my business, ‘cause its work before play Dont look for trouble, but Ill serve you gourmet However you want it, you can have it your way You fuck my night up, Ima fuck up your day Bullet with your name, sendin it your way That goes for anyone who walks through that doorway ‘Cause this is my space, you invade it Live to regret it, and youll die tryna violate it Fuck around, get annihilated Eyes dilated, Huh, like my old lady? ‘Cause what you say is what you say, sometimes what you mean Is two different things, depending on your mood if it swings Think too many things, little hit of Dres weed, I can do anything Catch a contact and Im gone, and Im back I speed write and my loose leafs my launchpad And I can pull any string, dont have to prove anything Catch a contract on your head, you headed west? Talk shit about Dre, you better get a vest and invest in something to protect your head and neck And its back and forth all day, like Red and Meth I joke when I say Im the best in the booth, but a lot of truth is said in jest And if I ever do live to be a legend Ima die a sudden death Five mics in The Source? Aint holdin my fuckin breath But Ill suffocate for the respect fore I breathe to collect a fuckin check ‘Cause what you say is what you say Say what you say how you say it whenever you sayin it Just remember how you said it when you was sprayin it So who you playin with, huh? ‘Cause what you say is what you say Say what you say how you say it whenever you sayin it Just remember how you said it when you was sprayin it So who you playin with, huh? Watch your fuckin mouth Yo, this Timbaland, tell him I said suck, di-di, my dick55Embed

Don’t Front Lyrics Used to get bent, now I represent to the fullest Pencil is full of insolent bullets Im like a Doberman Pinscher, Pitbull and a Rott Mixed with a toxic, the plot begins to thicken I begin to spittin like vintage Pac Demented, demonic, sinister Ever since the Doc replenished me The day he gave me that shot when I was just about to quit So to not see him with me would be a shockin image And Im the definition of what a concrete chin is ‘Cause no matter how many times you sock me in it And knock me to the canvas, even the boxin critics Know that if I get off to a rocky start, Ill always have a Rocky finish Eat me broccoli, spinach, cocky? Nope But I hope I offended you when I told ya how dope I am at This and put emphasis on the dope So when names come up, in that conversation of whos the dopest, better throw mine in it And dont mind me, while I remind you of the flow You wont find anywhere When it fires and I unload, my pen explodes Til theres no rhymes in it, reload in no time Let insults fly every sixty seconds that go by, so you know I meant it In school I was so shy, timid Two pairs of jeans Id alternate, bummy clothes, I member Beggin my mom for K-Mart MacGregors ‘Cause those were new, St. Vincent de Paul Those Ponys were used, and no size fitted But kissed them old days, adiós, I did it They said I was a gimmick Now Im the one that those guys mimic Now you fuckers dont wanna go startin no argument ‘Cause you know Ill win it Name a flow thats more authentic, and dont front Dont front, you know I got you open, kid Dont front, you know I got you open, kid Dont front, you know I got you open, kid Dont front, you know I got you open, word Dont front, you know I got you open, kid Dont front, you know I got you open, kid Dont front, you know I got you open, kid Yo, why you frontin? You know I got you open, kid Rest in peace to Big Proof You was a beast, you lyrically mirrored me Molded my flow off of you, your spirits flowin through me I love you, Doody, without you I feel so incomplete Im no king, no need for rose petals to be thrown at my feet Im a thorn in your side, get thrown into a throne Better watch the fuckin tone that you speak Feel like Im in the zone, Im in a whole different league On my motherfuckin own, its just me No opponents can compete And Ive never been known to retreat From beef, be beat, follow trends or wallow in defeat Im still hungry as fuck, but cant even say Bon appétit ‘Cause I dont know what to eat Fuckin microphone or the beat Bitch, nobodys mind works like mine Its nose to the grindstone time, holmes, your minds blown ‘Cause I rhyme like Im still tryna get signed Up in the Ebony Show-case With Denaun screamin Who the fuck passed you the mic? Never asked you to like my shit from the get Id rather ask you to wipe my ass, bitch You had you a nice run, now take a hike I ever meet my match, Ima strike that bitch first ‘Cause on the mic I gotta represent the real rappers The real rappers get their mothafuckin skills crackin Word to Buckshot and Dru-Ha, why the fuck not? You dont like it? Suck a cock, almost forgot Before I signed with the Doc, I almost signed with Duck Down ‘Cause Rawkus didnt make no offers, so mothafuck Loud They jerked me around, so whats up now? Wow, how much of an asshole would I sound like Rubbin it in and holdin some grudge now? But dont front Dont front, you know I got you open, kid Dont front, you know I got you open, kid Dont front, you know I got you open, kid Dont front, you know I got you open, word Dont front, you know I got you open, kid Dont front, you know I got you open, kid Dont front, you know I got you open, kid Yo, why you frontin? You know I got you open, kid Late at night, used to catch a buzz, couldnt write Now I write the type of shit to make you wipe But wear diapers, ‘cause you might leave a streak Im on a streak, windshield wipers couldnt wipe Its hard to decipher what cypher I might jump in tonight ‘Cause Im hyper or somethin Needin someone or somethin is lightin This fire under me, its breathin new life Its like I already died once I guess some people only live twice, and its funny My days of being broke were so long ago I lost all concept of money But you dimes wont get a fuckin nickle from me Oh shit, Im down on one knee Im havin a stroke of genius—Elizabeth, Im comin to you, honey From boy to man And still make a whore moan, like a thyroid gland Im in another category, man Dont group me up with them pop stars I never needed a pat on the back to get at a boy, band No offense? Yes offense Precedents has been set thatll never get met Middle finger pressed against Mobys nose Shouts to Obie, the curtains closed on my show But never forget that Im the one you thought wouldnt make it You cant take it, oh Got a whole generation of rappers comin up That are nutty with the flow, but convince me youve heard An MC since me whos as good with the fuckin mincing of words Without mincing words thatll make you feel like Im pinching a nerve Whos as mentally disturbed You might as well stick a knife in me and turn Itll be like my skin bein Indian burned, hah Bitch, there isnt one, when will you learn? Never been served, if memory serves Id battle that til my own recollection remembers these words You know I got you open kid , dont stop frontin You know I got you open, Word Life83Embed

Girls Lyrics Ayo, dawg, I got some shit on my motherfuckin chest That I need to get off cause if I dont Ima fuckin explode or somethin Now, look, this is the story about Some little fuckin girls that I know It goes like this Its so easy for me to make enemies any more, its sickening People are lookin for an excuse to jump on my shitlist Stickin their noses in shit that isnt none of their business I never asked, cared, gave a fuck, or wanted opinions Now Im in the position that I dont wanna be in shit I never had no beef with you corny son-of-a-bitches But now the shit is broke and you cant do nothin to fix it So Im tellin you right now, motherfuck a Limp Bizkit Now Ima be real, B-Real was real He aint say shit the whole time me and Whitey was beefin, see, he chilled He was cool with the whole situation and kept it neutral Id have never involved my crew if it wasnt for pupils Peoples, whatever your backpackin cipherin name is Had I not opened a magazine and seen what you were sayin and Ida never involved you, but you had to add your two pennies Now I gotta go grab my shitlist and add some new enemies Hit the studio and Ill admit, I had a few in me Fuck it, I roasted you, I aint mad at you any But let it be known that song was never released, it leaked Ida never gave you that much attention intentionally Then I look on the TV, now look whos mentioning me That little fuckin weasel, DJ Lethal, on MTV After I gave you props in that song, you on national TV Talkin bout Everlast is gonna whip my ass when he sees me? Come on, dawg, you was sposed to be on that song Talkin bout how bad you hate him, now you all on his thong? Whats wrong? You scared? And Fred, you said you was dissin him too I shoulda knew better than to listen to you You fuckin sissy, up on stage, screamin how people hate you They dont hate you, they just think youre corny since Christina played you And I dare you motherfuckers to try to diss me back Thats a sissy act, and dont call me kissin my ass Cause I swear to God this aint just a song, Im tryna to pre-warn you Lethal, when I fuckin see you, dog, Im swingin on you! Motherfuckers must think cause Im in trouble with the law That I wont jaw em, up my sentence and double it tomorrow Yall some... Girls Why do you act this way? Why do yall act like fuckin sissies, you pussies Keep talkin shit behind my back, you just some bitches for that And we all know How fuckin cowards roll In fuckin Bentleys and pretend to be down But as soon as someone calls you out You put your tail between your legs and bow down Now, I dont ask nobody to share my beliefs To be involved in my beefs Im a man, I can stand on my feet So if you dont wanna be in em, all I ask Is that you dont open your mouth with an opinion And I wont put you in em Cause I dont ask nobody to share my beliefs To be involved in my beefs Im a man, I can stand on my feet So if you dont wanna be in em, all I ask Is that you dont open your mouth with an opinion And I wont put you in em Now see if you diss me and I respond, the beef is on But if I help you sell one record And I see you at a show, Ill strip you naked See, I was smart, I came back and scooped up my friends Now I got five dawgs thatd die for me like Id die for them Id fight for them, swing or shoot like I fight for Kim All of em been with me through this fucked up life that Im in That goes for all of my dawgs, from Royce to Dre From Xzibit to Mel-Man, til Im hoist away In my coffin Ill never soften, no matter how often Im tested Ill never give a fuck, I wont never be interested Love me or hate me as much as Fred wants to be hated I will solemnly stand by every statement I stated This shit that I been through my pencil never could pencil But I will never be this gullible ever again no, nope Next time Ill know when someones copyin off me Im not bein cocky, I just know when somebodys mockin me I stick up my middle finger, he sticks up his finger I say, Fuck Christina!, he says, Fuck Christina!, but meaner So from doin a song with Method to beggin to get accepted Im peggin Fred with the bottle of dye that he bleached his head with And as for Lethal, dont forget what I said Im fuckin you up, punk, youre dead! Dont think that Im playin! And fuck Bizkit! Cause I know youre sayin, Fuck D12! Only not to our face, under your breath to yourselves Little ... Girls Why do you act this way? Why do yall act like fuckin sissies, you pussies Keep talkin shit behind my back, you just some bitches for that And we all know How fuckin cowards roll In fuckin Bentleys and pretend to be down But as soon as someone calls you out You put your tail between your legs and bow down Now, I dont ask nobody to share my beliefs To be involved in my beefs Im a man, I can stand on my feet So if you dont wanna be in em, all I ask Is that you dont open your mouth with an opinion And I wont put you in em Cause I dont ask nobody to share my beliefs To be involved in my beefs Im a man, I can stand on my feet So if you dont wanna be in em, all I ask Is that you dont open your mouth with an opinion And I wont put you in em And thats it, thats all there is to it, dawg If you didnt wanna do the fuckin song Dont say youre down with doin the fuckin song And then back out at the last minute And then go on motherfuckin MTV talkin about Everlast can whip my motherfuckin ass If youre scared of Whitey Ford, dawg Just say youre scared of Whitey Ford, thats it Thats all you had to fuckin say, I wouldnta said shit I woulda backed off, did the motherfuckin song myself And not put you motherfuckers in it, thats all Now, I aint even on no rap shit no more Im on some fuckin-you-up-shit when I see you And I will see you, too Oh, and by the way, Fred That wasnt an accident I didnt mean to give you a play at the Music Awards Haha!25Embed

Gospel Lyrics Yeah What? What? Dre, you ready? Cmon Alright Get em! Cut em undercover, timeless Ready for em, progress Feelin like Im just gettin started Two shots back for my dearly departed Uh, you are now dеalin with a monster Boss shit, profits Doc Dre, bitch, Im a prophet Black Wall Street, niggas know whеre the stock is Heh, try me Niggas never see me, but it aint hard to find me Heh, unwinding Shits blinding, still grinding Uprising Stop talking bout the past, Im the future, nigga Nigga like me still here, motherfucker, go figure Lookin for my next gold digger This summer here gon be colder than winter Already told you, I fold you like hundreds of billions And you can go missing, put that on my children Bet that, nigga, what? Regret that, run it up Heh, and Im about to sum it up This shit here that problem Livin at the bottom of a bottle Full throttle my motto, eh Fuckin with me like fuckin with the lotto That awful in your nostril In a brothel, this is gospel Yeah, Ima need all that, pronto Yes, I, yes, I, yes, I ride til I die Give a fuck if you bitches die Put a motherfucking hole in your face Back up, bitch, dont even try I am that motherfucker, been the coldest Why you on that? No one know us Overdosed on what dope is Hip-hop shit sell better than the coke did Like a satanic cult, its An old ritual slaughtering GOATs, bitch Youre fucking with the original, flows sick And anybody can get it—COVID I done wrote shit that was so sharp I could slit my own fucking throat with it So rich, I got more chips than my shoulders And Im about as approachable as a roach is Yeah, so better steer clear from him And here comes a nuclear bomb for your eardrums Lyricism at its most fearsome and fierce Were on another tier like a tear ducts upper echelon Your career sucked , it was sheer luck Like a fuckin leprechaun with his beard cut Punisher, weapon drawn with a beer gut Youre slower than a Decepticon with its gear stuck I serial kill, and youre Kelloggs I love checks and I hate tricks And youre a fake bitch I could spot you like you bout to weight lift Bitch, Im badder than cake mix Cant be whipped with egg beaters You cunts must be out of your labias And Gods my alias, so if I dont have faith in me Then it basically makes me an atheist Nate Diaz got the world by the tracheas In a chokehold and a sleeper Yeah, and me and Dre are like dog hair Were both in our lab coats like retrievers But like a Doberman, Im a whole different breed of Animal mutt mixed with a overachiever Oh, youre the king of rap? Youre bout to be overthrown Like a pass over the head of an open receiver This shit could end up comin to blows like a wiener But I aint finished puttin these hoes through the wringer Like clothes in between the two rollers, and– wait, no What I mean is flows interwoven, I treat em like thread Thats how I wound up sewin Machine up So, fucks, if you dont give up me the Time to ride or die, cause youre either both or youre neither Throw a middle finger up if youre rollin, but, me, Im gonna— Ride til I die Give a fuck if you bitches die Put a motherfucking hole in your face Back up, bitch, dont even try I am that motherfucker, been the coldest Why you on that? No one know us Overdosed on what dope is Hip-hop shit sell better than the coke did65Embed

Despicable Lyrics Ugh, ha Nah, fuck an intro, man, lets just go I come around like what goes around What goes up must come down Anyone who comes up must go down Might as well go for the gusto now Better not let up, better not let them breathe Last shot, give it all you got Try to turn me down, bitch Get fucked with a volume knob, fuck all you snobs Hoes, I hope all you rot Two bottles of Lubriderm and a box of condoms Is that all you brought? And you want a ménage à trois, you twats? Fuck that, Id rather turn this club to a barroom brawl Get rowdy as Roethlisberger in a bathroom stall Like a leech stuck in a vacuum, yall Aint nothing but a whole lot of sucking going on in rap Yeah, but Im home Bad to the bone, back in the zone Let him alone, you dont wanna go eggin him on Itll never be my chair that you own Crown so tight that it cuts off circulation to the brain No oxygen—other words, theres no heir to the throne When I die so does hip-hop Hitchcock of the shit, bitch, ask Doc Got it ziplocked in a bag You fags aint been able to fade me since Kid Rock had a high-top Keep bloggin while I mind-boggle And I zone like Im in the twilight, dog Get off my bone, this is my mic, dogg-one it I like hoggin it Flows so wet, Ima take this beat tobogganing Im waterloggin it—Im sogging it Pull your verse out the beat and stomp on it Suplexing it on cement Like Im on some Straight Outta Compton shit Take this dick and chomp on it Im so bad I can bitchslap a backhanded compliment Jackass, eat a donkey dick The game I just about conquered it Like Donkey Kong, Im bonkers, bitch Im the king of this honkey shit I reign supreme in this honkey shit No sense screaming and arguing Makes no difference whether a Benz or a Bentley Or a Bimmers the car you in You think you ball? Well, I palm it I throw up bombs when I vomit Boy, I throw down in the kitchen Might hit your mom with my omelette But you got egg on your face Now watch me drop an atomic I should be strapped to the chest of a kamikaze Bitch, Im as batshit as Ozzy Its obvious, you can tell right off the bat No pun intended, but come any closer, Ill bite off your head Tryna give me the fingers kinda like giving a spider the web Im just gonna spin it and try to use it to my advantage Ill catch a fly in that bitch, you think you fly, you just food I give as much of a flying fuck as that Superman dude Guess I just do what you cant do And make you look stupid and bamboozled Confused as usual and you can get whipped She can open a can, too But you better hope you can handle the heat Or stay the fuck outta Hells Kitchen I came to cockblock like a square fucking male chicken Yeah, its Shady, slut, the rest can suck on that big one Cause Im as despicable as Daffy Duck when Im spittin Haha, Recovery89Embed

Kick Off Lyrics Ive always looked at battle rap as competition or war, and the main objective is to destroy, completely fuckin’ obliterate your opponent by saying anything and everything, whatever the fuck you can, to get a reaction from the crowd. So nothings off limits. I need you to spit that lyrical miracle… in the swimming pool Before this kicks off, let me set my balls on this tees Cause I’m dottin is every time I cross one of these Theres not a redeeming quality at all in me Its impossible, seems like an implausible dream Positive clean thoughts intervene But theyre all either altered and mean Assault and demean, tossed and theyre being lost in the scheme Squashed in between a brainwashing machine Like an Islamic regime, a jihadist extreme radical Suicide bomber thats seeing Ariana Grande sing her last song of the evening And as the audience from the damn concert is leaving Detonates the device strapped to his abdominal region I’m not gonna finish that, for obvious reasons But bring your dogs, I’ma muzzle em I’m not Middle Eastern but Ill make a bitch rock a hijab And at least a extra large in a T-shirt Headscarf and a piece of tarp underneath the carpet, hasta la vista I go Hamas on the beats, a paradox on the beach And a pair of crotchless underwear on a terrorist watch list Gettin head in the sand like an embarrassed ostrich Professional shit sprayer Bitch watch who you talkin to, like Apple wristwear Endangered species in this ABC shit a bit scarce Prey’s decreasing, I face extinction like disc players Told this chick shes hot as Jada Pinkett And just stared til I made her think it Said, Maybe we should just get married. Shes facing me, I placed my feet with my hips square Tell her, Turn around, spread her legs for me, then I hit bare Leave her stretched out like a baby T-shirt on Ric Flair As I rip, tear, anal beads in a split rear Spray Febreze in the chicks hair Make her wheeze tryna get air I played for keeps, theres no escaping me, I have a bitch scared And chained to me, and throw away the key And shell be so afraid to leave That even if she ends up breaking free shell just sit there Tryin to scrape up enough courage and strength to get up Its impossible like rapin a slut We stay butt-naked and fuck Youre close, wait for you, what? My idea, you comin too, is waking you up With smelling salts after I Quaalude your cup Thatll straighten you up if you try to stray like a pup Hate to get bogged down in details But bitch, Im like the dog pound with females My brain is corrupt, real life, Hillside Strangler I strangle a skanks neck til its triangular Shaped but its upside down, and my mouth aint gonna shut And mention me in your raps if it makes you a buck Or helps you rake in the ducats, I want payment in pub Cause I aint tryna get in your bars like Im waiting the club But if you put me in your lines, Im takin a cut Get a million writers inside of a room combined in it Try to get every idea of every possible line to spit Every punchline, every combination that rhymes with it Bitch, a whole team cant see me, theres no Is in it Head so big, I shot myself ten times in it Tryna commit suicide and it took five minutes And I survived this shit Someones gonna challenge me, who? Battle me and win, thats a fucking fallacy too You name one motherfucker in this galaxy, spits, reality You fantasy, rally your troops, try to boost the morale Only time I start a movements a bowel I cant even give a yeah or a woo when you rap in the booth Not even a nah or a boo Cause even though Im allergic to the crap that you spew When Im bout to break out, I dont mean get a rash from it too Cause when I say I have allergies, I actually do But thats just an analogy, Ive never had a reaction to you Creature from the Black Lagoon I reach up and I smack the moon Youre grief struck that Im back so soon Your teacher for this afternoon Creep up with a pack of hoodlums We pack a punch like Caprisun Heat tucked like we each snuck in a sub-machine gun We stuck in a submarine bun, with a bag of shrooms Cup of lean up in the padded room Justin Bieber in a Catholic school Selling dust and reefer when your back is to him Dont adjust your speaker Ill cuss the stripes off of a fuckin zebra when Im at the zoo Huffin cleaner til I gag from fumes Fuck Christina with a plastic spoon While I bump some G-Funk and blast some Snoop Cause her double G-cups are massive, huge! Its fun for me just to grab a boob Plus my penis got an attitude My fuckin wieners in a combative mood Come and suck a mean one like its mad at you I speak tongue-in-cheek, what you asslicks do Cause you love to eat butt, its sad but true I just sprung a leak suddenly What I think in my gut instinct become in sync My thoughts and my stomach link up with each other Ink touches the pad, then boom! Since the day Dre gave me beats, I was made elite Thats basically what makes me me Creating stink, til these tats are fading ink Whos the greatest? Think were still debating, wink ADD, and better put out an APB Cause itll take LAPD and me layin in the street For you to see Shady beat And Ill bet ya theyd need cleats Cause Id have to be stomped by forty men to suffer a defeat I pray please Jesus to make me decent Inhaling the main ingredient of pain relievers, and saline I take three Aleves, tryna break these fevers, Im ailing I stay free of divas and ladies screamin Cause they keep schemin on me Vading keepin the women at bay Like Laci Peterson, baby fetuses Legs and feet have been weighted, chained in semen Its straight demon—and wait! Even if it takes meat cleavers to make believers Mistake-free schemes are enablin me to remain deviant Breakbeat, eat her like steak meat Emcees take seats like AMC theaters Deranged ringleader, depraved king Who mainstream media hates Which makes things easier, still under scrutiny Villainous smooth criminal, livin room With the nude Reese Witherspoon Who was bruised, beat with a broom Its in two pieces, and lays deceased in it Pit with a chewed leash, and his chain-link leapin it Live in the booth, shave, eat, bathe, drink, sleep in it R-A-P bleed the shit, still and I poop, pee it Its a spillage, a sewage leak, waist-deep feces The syllables ooze fecal, they feel like renewed leases Cause my brain releases em Like waste excretion, its simultaneously As Im givin these fools grief, theyre feelin the blues Cause even if stealin my shoes, thieves Just to fill ems a huge feat A hill and its too steep Obey these demons, were still in cahoots Keep feedin me blank sheets As soon as I sank these teeth And Im killin the loose leaf Time to shake these trees again Wait, make that phrase repeat again Killin the loose leaf, shake these trees again Get the rake, but it aint me leavin em Vicodins, Nuprins, I bite them and chew them The whites and the blues mixed with nitrous balloons And I like to sniff gluesticks, put Ricin on toothpicks On the mic Im just ruthless, a crisis, a nuisance Who I influence I give two shits If they wanna license my music to entice with Then use the shit like its the blueprint for ISIS recruitment Excuse me while I stare into space for a few In a daze or a haze, glazed over, crazed warped loon Mental cased off, always had a straight-forward view But you bozos keep givin the flamethrower fuel No ones ever sank lower, shrewd, and way more rude Beast-mode like a lawn-mower blade rolled through it And this has little to do with bein gay, boy Its just where the wordplays goin But aint much I can say or do Cause aint no excuse, the way I go at you {censored} You say Im always screw-faced So if I look your way, youre screwed Cause if looks could kill, I could start a hate war too Cause Id murder you straight bitches by turnin the gaze on you Lets take it back before the tightly-worn pants To the Nike, Jordan hats The stripe Lees, Jordache, and the white tees Lightning storms might be formed fast Such a frightening forecast But when youre slightly hoarse, rasp From the cyphering or gasp, but still reciting your raps While youre tightening your grasp around the mic cause you done shitted on it so much, youre always reminded of your past Cause your heinys sore, thats Cause you still havent finished fuckin wiping your ass From the night before last No good, but raps somethin Im too-good-for-my-own-good at Fuck adulthood, Im a grown-up brat Where your cojones at? Mine are always being rode, in fact Theyre frozen, you ever seen a cul-de-sac? So big they fell out my scrotum, I just sewed em back Dick so long, need a shoulder-strap For that, gotta unroll it and fold it back So difficult to wrap in the prophylactic, it overlaps it So I pack a Trojan so fat, when I lay it flat its like a yoga mat Make a bitch think shes in aerobics class The bear you dont wanna poke is back The backbone of rap, your fuckin lead singles are my bonus tracks When I appear, my peers stop Hearts fall in their stomach, their spirits drop Careers flop, their gears lock, severe shock Fear at the mere thought Lyrics are top-tier, Im so high at the top Im in the sky when I talk Bitch, Im so fly when I walk, my ears pop Oh, and Im just playin ladies, you know I love you I got a idea for a line73Embed

Must Be the Ganja Lyrics Yeah, ohh, yeah yeah, ohh I feel like dancing, I feel like dancing I smell something in the air thats making me I said, I smell something in the air thats making me high Okay, here we go, do-re-mi-fa-so, fa-so-la-ti-da-so Lyrical Roscoe, kick back the Tabasco You motherfuckers must just not know the tick-tock, so Time to show you the most kick-ass flow in the cosmos Picasso with a pick-axe, a sick asshole Tic-tac-toe cross your six-pack with X-acto Knives, stranglin wives with thick lasso Big bags of the grass, Zig-Zags, Im with the Doc, so You know how that go, skull and the crossbones This is poison to boys and girls who do not know You do not wanna try this at home, my lil vato This is neither the time nor the place to get macho So crack a six-pack, sit back with some nachos Maybe some popcorn and watch the show and just rock slow Its not what you expected, nor what you thought, so Bout time that you wake the fuck up, smell the pot smoke It must be the ganja, its the marijuana Thats creeping up on me, why Im so high Maybe its the Henny that has gotten in me Whatevers got into me, I dont mind I said its the ganja, its the marijuana Thats creeping up on me, why Im so high Maybe its the Henny that has gotten in me Whatevers got into me, I dont mind Your dreams are gettin fulfilled, ooh, Im literally gettin a chill Spittin at will, me and Dre have just finished splittin a pill Youre submittin to skill, sittin still Im admittin Im beginnin to feel like I dont think anyones real Faced with a dilemma: I can be Dalai Lama And be calm or bring drama, a step beyond of Jeffrey Dahmer Please dont upset me, mama, youre lookin sexy, mama Dont know if its the lala or the rum and Pepsi, mama Dont wanna end up inside my refrigerator freezer Be used as extra topping the next time I make a pizza How many people you know who can name every serial Killer who ever existed in a row? Put em in chronological order, beginnin with Jack the Ripper Name the time and place; from the body, the bag, the zipper Location of the woods, where the body was dragged and then dumped The trunk that they were stuffed in, the model, the make, the plate And which model, which lake they found her in, how they attacked the victim Say which murder weapon was used to do what in which one Which knife and which gun, what kid, what wife, and which nun Dont stop, I like this, its fun, the fuckin nights just begun It must be the ganja, its the marijuana Thats creeping up on me, why Im so high Maybe its the Henny that has gotten in me Whatevers got into me, I dont mind I said its the ganja, its the marijuana Thats creeping up on me, why Im so high Maybe its the Hindi that has gotten in me Whatevers got into me, I dont mind When Im behind the mic, dynamites what its kinda like Youre stuck with the same stick that youre tryna light Behind the board sits Dre, legends are made this way Isnt it safe to say this is the way it should be? Maybe you need some lyric syrup serum for your symptoms Heres a dosage of the antidote, now you give him some He can give her some, she can give them some Get behind a LinnDrum, make up a beat and cure the sucker syndrome The spinnin drum when it comes to lyrics and pennin some Startin from scratch and then endin up at the ending of Capable of winnin a Pulitzer So unbelievable, its a titanium cranium thats full of sur– –prises when the smoke rises right before your very own eyes You stare into your stereos Good evening, this isnt even a weed thing I aint even smoke anything, I aint even drinking It must be the ganja, its the marijuana Thats creeping up on me, why Im so high Maybe its the Henny that has gotten in me Whatevers got into me, I dont mind It must be the ganja, its the marijuana Thats creeping up on me, why Im so high Maybe its the Hindi that has gotten in me Whatevers got into me, I dont mind43Embed

Careful What You Wish For Lyrics Breaking news: Detroit rapper Eminem cancels his sold-out European tour to check himself into rehab after admitting an addiction to sleep medication Well have more on this story as it develops Shady Records recording artist Obie Trice has apparently survived a gunshot to the head in what appears to be a random drive-by shooting Meanwhile, Eminem is rumored to be alienated-- On again/off again relationship with... This just in, a tour bus involving Eminems bus... Updating a story we brought you earlier about gunfire at an after-hours club, weve learned that the rapper Proof has been fatally shot Shady/Aftermath recording artist... Long-time best friend of Eminem and a member of the rap group D12 D12, back in the news again today... Is it a sabbatical or the end? The rumors and speculation continue to swirl around Eminem He insists hes just taking a break, but doubters believe hes retiring, leaving us all to ask, Will the real Slim Shady please stand up? So this is it, this is what I wished for Just isnt how I envisioned it, fame to the point of imprisonment I just thought the shitd be different But somethin changed the minute that I got a whiff of it I started to inhale it, smell it, started sniffin it And it became my cocaine, I just couldnt quit I just wanted a little bit, then it turned me to a monster I became a hypocrite, concert after concert I was rakin in the dough, rollin in green Had the game hemmed up, like a sewing machine But I was losing my freedom, there was nowhere for me To not go and be seen, and just go and be me And there was no in-between, you either loved it or hate it Every CD critics gave it a three, then three Years later they go back and re-rate it Then called The Slim Shady LP the greatest The Marshall Mathers was a classic The Eminem Show was fantastic But Encore just didnt have the caliber to match it I guess enough time just aint passed yet A couple more years, that shitll be Illmatic And eight years later, Im still at it Divorced, re-married, a felon, a father, sleeping pill addict And this is real talk, I feel like The Incredible Hulk My back has been broke and I can still walk So be careful what you wish for, cause you just might get it And if you get it, then you just might not know what to do with it Cause it might just come back on you ten-fold I said be careful what you wish for, cause you just might get it And if you get it, then you just might not know what to do with it Cause it might just come back on you ten-fold I got a letter from a fan that said hes been praying for me Every day and for some reason Its been weighing on my mind heavy Cause I dont read every letter I get But something told me to go ahead and open it But why would someone pray for you When they dont know you? You didnt pray for me when I was local And as I lay these vocals, I think of all the shit I had to go through Just to get to where Im at, Ive already told you At least a thousand times in these rhymes I appreciate the prayer but Ive already got God on my side And its been one hell of a ride, hasnt it? Just watching it from a opposite standpoint Man, boys got to look Nuts, and thats the only word I can think of Right now, on how to describe the shit This is like a vibe you get, go ahead and bop to it Just watch what you wish for cause I got the shit So be careful what you wish for, cause you just might get it And if you get it, then you just might not know what to do with it Cause it might just come back on you ten-fold I said be careful what you wish for, cause you just might get it And if you get it, then you just might not know what to do with it Cause it might just come back on you ten-fold65Embed

I’ll Hurt You Lyrics Yeah, guess who it is Ayo, Dre! I think they in trouble Scott Storch, why you have to do it like this to em? Feels like a new day! Listen Now every time I come And I hit you niggas with shit regardless You get retarded and then niggas aint got a clue On how the fuck I do what I do, and say what I say And spit what I spit, you aint never even gotta question who ‘Cause you know that Im the only nigga that can ever come And spitefully turn the place in to a motherfuckin zoo Then I come and I spit c-crazy sh-sh-sh-shit And m-m-m-make n-n-niggas do exactly what I want em to From my point of view, instead of trying to step up You still trying to play catch up And keep up with the way a nigga grew These niggas panic and freakin get schizophrenic And let they emotions out And I doubt they can ever test my crew Take a second, check it, I reckon my records are better than Whatever record you recorded, thats why your shit is through You fuckin idiot, I dont think you get it Im one of the greatest ever, period, every syllable is true Now if you aint blind And you aint handicapped in your vision I think its simple enough, think that its really plain to see No matter how much you try No matter how much you make an effort You niggas can never ever really fuck with me ‘Cause Ill hurt you, and I will learn you a thing or two And Ill hurt you, and Ill finish your career for you, Ill– Shit on a mic and doodoo My doo-doo, you do not have a fightin chance to move You were covered in my poo-poo Smothered in my manure while I spit saliva fluid do-do-do-do-do-do g-g-g-goobers are glued to you You dont have a clue as to what were about to do, do you? So just sit back and watch somethin, you just gon have an a-chew You just made me sneeze, Im allergic to beats like these Please excuse me, my allergies are actin up; thanks a lot, Scott Youre probably wonderin why theres thunder And everyone is runnin and duckin up Under everything up on the block ‘Cause Busta Bus and Flipmode just tip toed into the club Then with Shady quietly trying not to start up a riot with Doc But since we all been spotted, we might as well have a party So gather round everybody, come on, lets get our drink on And you aint got to do nothin special for this occasion Just reach in the closet, put something on, and get to the club Now if you aint blind And you aint handicapped in your vision I think its simple enough, think that its really plain to see No matter how much you try No matter how much you make an effort You niggas can never ever really fuck with me ‘Cause Ill hurt you, and I will learn you a thing or two And Ill hurt you, and Ill finish your career for you, Ill– Catch you niggas and snatch you niggas You bunch of bumblin fools Who got me rumblin dudes all the way down the block Keep on stumblin and jumblin over their words and vowels Throw in the towel, see you niggas is on the clock And you runnin out of time, see, Im tired of all yall M-M-M-Mumblin, m-m-mumblin, n-n-nigga, I got it locked Every single time you put my shit in your CD player And turn up the volume You bang your head, because your shit is not I continue with crumblin niggas and tumblin niggas You struggle while I humble a nigga with the Glock Then I watch you while Ill keep on fumblin While I got you tr-tr-tremblin Before one of my niggas bust your head with a rock Before I start to do another thing Then to make you crown me the king With such a butter swing, nigga, follow the flock Now watch my brother bring all my diamonds to summer bling While Im climbing and fuck her Then tell you bitch to get off my yacht Now if you aint blind And you aint handicapped in your vision I think its simple enough, think that its really plain to see No matter how much you try No matter how much you make an effort You niggas can never ever really fuck with me ‘Cause Ill hurt you, and I will learn you a thing or two And Ill hurt you, and Ill finish your career for you, Ill–49Embed

All I Think About Lyrics From the moment I go to bed til I wake up All day, this is all I can think about, baby So I go straight at opponents heads with this anger Always, ‘cause this is all I can think about, baby The chopper got about fifty bullets Aint no way its accidental when I spill em on you Im the realest in the biz, how you livin? Cause you can get it how you live And while you livin, Imma say my pull out game is so real I still get rid of kids, now thats ill The top of your head can fly off the top of convertibles Aint gon really take no time to come through and murder you I dont fake mine, I do this the fair way Snitches get stitches, blown away and left on display Hung by the grapevine, I just kicked a chair away Let me be the first to tell you that you lookin at a superstar My microphone and AK-47, thats my new guitar I dont belong to you, and I dont care who you are Yeah, you sold a couple records, got a couple joints Got a few Jordans, three, four pairs of Louboutins Thats besides the point like a shootin guard Nigga, Im a rockstar With whoopin cough I am sick, George Clooney wit a Uzi What kind of a movie star Would hop out a movin car just to prove he’s hard? Fuck you doin, you retard? Should be put in a cast as soon as we start shootin, dog You swear I knew where the Roofies are The way I drug a bitch... through the yard Stuffed little Suzie in cardboard after wrappin her nude and newly scarred Body in waterproof tarp covered in roofin tar So what you so blunt for? Did you fuckin fall off, chump? Or did you jump? Or did you just become bored with this? You’re slipping into a funk, I just become morbid And more self-absorbed in my own world, everyone orbits Pen at the table, I don’t know when I’ll be able to stop Told you from the gate One thought it generally takes and I’m off to the races Wait, mentally stable, hold your fuckin horses There’s nothin more disgustin an animal I just got done snortin the fuckin bathroom soap And the tannin lotion To unwarp this mind you gon need some sort of an antidote There’s not a pill for bananas though It’s unfortunate, you got delusions of grandeur though Actin like you’re Michelangelo with a fuckin cordless Bitch, Im Shredder, so you better crawl back in your shell Or run fore you get injured A fuckin Ninja Turtle wouldn’t come toward us Two joint forces, of course this is what blunt force is Cause we’d smoke you on any joint Bad and Evils back, bitch You might experience some shortness of breath As you sit with your lungs punctured Hear their motherfuckin tears come pourin If I tell you once more, then you’re done for You’re going to have to learn How to fuckin hear from a ruptured eardrum Forrest, am I clear? You Gump, you’re as dumb as a stump To think wed come with a trunk shortage B-b-b-b-bass in your face, bitch Chuck Norris’ nunchucks morph into guns, swords This is what blood sport is The goriest, glorious, notorious bigamous, shogun warriors God damn, the Slaughter boy general Once I slaughter it, you couldn’t un-slaughter it Once I order a hit, you couldn’t un-order it Hits an order, this the consortium From the moment I go to bed til I wake up All day, this is all I can think about, baby So I go straight at opponents heads with this anger Always, ‘cause this is all I can think about, baby If I don’t got no more drama, bitch, I’m a fish outta water bottle After all these guys I slaughter Applause is gettin louder, how the fuck did this happen? I never rapped for bitches, hows it that my audience now is broader? Devil without a cause, rebel without a pause I am a kaze without the kami You wouldn’t be a G if you cost me a thousand dollars Infrared in my pencil lead But always keep an extra one stocked though In the back pocket and both of em locked And theyre loaded, like cocked twin Glocks that I’m holdin You better pause when you see these two dots on your colon Fuckin punks, you wait, just got to rockin and rollin Cause Elvis ain’t left the buildin yet, I’m still a villain You feel a threat when I step in and kill a set in a millisec With the weapon of intellect, Hannibal Lecter with the black belt In kung fu, protect your neck and Respect the gun rule Read in the Art of War book by Sun Tzu You realize if you defy, you probably wont be around here long Rapunzel Look, bitch, I got the bands in my pocket And the drum roll poppin, thats... That’s overkill, I keep the kill under me I keep the chill one degree I hit you with a hook that’ll make you see threes You realize as soon as you beat me that you didn’t Yeah, there’s still one of me, now me slap you That’s a recap view, that’s normal embarrassing And you slap me, that’s knee-slap humor, that’s hardly hilarious So we scrap over you lyin like a feline cub in a forest Cherishing a kill from a dominant male And I’m born with Malaria Form of Lou Gehrigs To torture and terrify corporate America Poor little Erica In the morning the sheriffs and Law Enforcement Will find one fourth of her buried Under a barrier of the kitchen floor With the stairs in an outdoor wooded area From the moment I go to bed til I wake up All day, this is all I can think about, baby So I go straight at opponents heads with this anger Always, ‘cause this is all I can think about, baby Back then hoes didnt want him Now the black Benz all hittin corners My spectacular vernacular I spit like giving Ex-Lax to Dracula Let me translate: I’m tryna find me a bitch And then I’m sucking on her neck while she naked And then I’m shitting on her And I’m getting boners from what I’m spitting Getting blown to smithereens in a Toyota Getting stoner, Jonas Brothers Brothers, songs fricken rotisserie how these birds are flipping A time bomb with a nervous tick Another murder victim, I flirted with them first And brrr—stick ‘em, Id burn up if I try to step foot inside a Churchs Chicken chka Wanna chka make sure any who battle me crawl away Assault and battery holiday, and just when you’re thinking that’ll be all I say I’ll start automatically calling names and rattling off fellow rappers so pardon the analogy But I disappear as quick as Natalee Holloway It’s my mentality all the way, I’m normally a suicide mission to try dissin But one thing I never minds getting called Elvis all the time In the articles that you write which is why I never reply, cause he died shitting So-a, shitting, Im spitting my infinite supply of written bonafide Kidding aside, critics take my little white dick in your eyelid like to fuck it Switch subjects, moving on to the next one its Ch—Chucky Who wanna play with number one overall, Kid Cudi A psycho buddy who might go nutty ‘cause he don’t like nobody His knifes so bloody ‘cause he just sliced somebody Pull out the Schick Hydro and— In light of what he just said, this for those who even kinda want it Cause for this man, I would take a lighter And light up all of my Lighter money You can call it pyro money, Hi Rihanna I mean wait, Hi Tianna, wait, Hi Tatiana, shit I gotta problem I don’t like, its called fuck a model-itis Who pussy the tightest? That’s amazing, sit your ass down I don’t like the pussy too tight Get the fuck outta here and have some babies Vocabulary still ill, the 911 still will It’s all yellow with the black stripe, Kill Bill I’m so far ahead of the skills here Getting ready for my past life I’m the real deal Like Holyfield, think you irreplaceable? Bite it Til I keel over like somebody stuffed roadkill and Ebola in my bowl of oatmeal, you know the deal I’m not about to sit and go through the whole spiel Of how I’m- how I’m cold still like an old closed snowmobile And no feeling but so jovial But don’t be one of those who mistake me for a joke, Im so for real It’s what I told the phony emcee before I broke his will Drove a drill through his skull to see his soul Told him when I snap like a photo He’ll get exposed like a roll of film Now here he goes again, oh I’m so trill, I’mma get the hoes again Like Buffalo Bills bitch, you didn’t put lotion in The bucket, fuck it, beat the poor little old widow With throw pillows, soap brillos, finished my goat milk then Smoke billows I lit up— ah, fuck it!128Embed

Love You More Lyrics Still love me? Take this You ready? One, two, three! The more you put me through The more it makes me wanna come back to you You say you hate me, I just love you more You dont want me, I just want you more I buy you flowers, you throw em at me I know its sad but its makin me happy The more that you slap me, the more that it turns me on Cause you love me and I love you more Its sick, but who could ever predict wed be doin the same shit? We say we do it for our baby, but we dont We do it for us, its lust cause neither one Of us trust each other, so we fuck till we bust And we cuss each other out, we know what its about, shout Till I throw you out the house, you throw me out the house I throw you on the couch, punch you in the mouth Fist fight til we turn this mother out Then apologize after, laughter, pain Its insane, were back in the same chapter again And its sad, but its true, when Im layin here with you There aint nothin anyone could ever say or ever do cause— The more you put me through The more it makes me wanna come back to you You say you hate me, I just love you more You dont want me, I just want you more I buy you flowers, you throw em at me I know its sad, but its makin me happy The more that you slap me, the more that it turns me on Cause you love me and I love you more Cause I hate you, do you hate me? Good, cause youre so fuckin beautiful when youre angry It makes me wanna just take you and just throw you On the bed and fuck you like I dont even know you You fuck other people and I fuck other people Youre a slut, but Im equal, Im a mutt, were both evil In our ways, but neither one of us would ever admit it Cause one of us would have one up on the other, so forget it We can make accusations, people spread rumors But they aint got proof, till they do its just the two of us Its you and me, cause any chick can say that shes screwin me But you gotta believe me to a degree cause true indeed If you didnt, I wouldnt be hittin — yeah, I would Cause the sex is too damn good, if I ran who would I run to That would be this soft and warm? So its off and on, usually more off than on But at least we know that we share this common bond Youre the only one I can fuck without a condom on I hope the only reason that I cope is cause of that fact And plus, I can bust in that, and thats why— The more you put me through The more it makes me wanna come back to you You say you hate me, I just love you more You dont want me, I just want you more I buy you flowers, you throw em at me I know its sad but its makin me happy The more that you slap me, the more that it turns me on Cause you love me and I love you more I can never understand it, thats why I dont try From junior high until we both die, its silly Oh, why must we try? Is it really so rough That we must always call each others Billy Goats Gruff? Try to pull each others legs until the other begs Were lyin to ourselves, thats the beauty of it, yeah Cause we truly love each other, thats why we always fightin All we do is shove each other every other fuckin night And its clear it aint gonna change, its pent-up rage We both have, we both feel like weve been upstaged By someone else, weve both been someone elses Someone else, problem is neither one wants help Its an addiction and it cant be fixed Our familys mixed up, theres a baby sister in the mix And it hurts cause the pieces to the puzzle dont fit And anybody who thinks they know us doesnt know shit And theyre probably just tired of hearin it all the time On every song, every lyric in every rhyme All the hoopla, all of the whoopty-woo What you put me through, fuckin whoopty-do But I wont be made a fool of, if this is true love You wouldnt do what you did last time, you wouldnt screw up This time, cause this time, girl, Im tellin you what You do it again, Im fuckin you up no matter what No matter what you say, or what you do Imma hunt you down till I find you No matter where you run, Ill be right there Right behind you in your nightmares So I brought you the flowers and the candy All the times that you threw it back at me Told me you hate me, you gon hate me more When you find out you cant escape me, whore The more you put me through The more it makes me wanna come back to you You say you hate me, I just love you more You dont want me, I just want you more I buy you flowers, you throw em at me I know its sad but its makin me happy The more that you slap me, the more that it turns me on Cause you love me, and I love you more51Embed

Don’t Push Me Lyrics I need you to pray for me and I need you to care for me and I need you to want me to win I need to know where Im heading cause I know where Ive been The flow is bone crushing, its nothing, I come up with something Come through your strip fronting, stunting Its something you want, 745 chrome spinners Haters hate that Im winning Man, Ive been hot from the beginning Motherfuckers envy the kid, control your jealousy Cause I cant control my temper, Im finna catch a felony Pistol in hand, homie, Im down to get it popping Once I squeeze the first shot you know I aint stopping Til my clip is empty, Im simply Not that nigga you should try your luck with or fuck with Hollow-tip shells struck you with your bones broken, guns smoking, still locing What nigga, lay your ass down, paramedics get you up feeling Right now Im on the edge so dont push me I aim straight for your head so dont push me Fill your ass up with lead, so dont push me I got something for your ass, keep thinking Im pussy Right now Im on the edge so dont push me I aim straight for your head so dont push me Fill your ass up with lead, so dont push me I got something for your ass, keep thinking Im pussy I done lost my bigger nigga and I didnt cry Too young to understand the consequences of a man Living a lie, I gotta get that money Ill be damned if Im bummy Gotta watch my back around these niggas cause they funny 20 years of watching my mama tears got me heated, heavily weeded Smoking that bong cause I need it These niggas dont want me balling, they want me buried Bogged in the dirt from shots flurried Laying with bugs under my shirt I got plans to hop up in that Hummer Cause Im a stunner, I sit back and wonder When them angels gonna call my number Under my chest is a heart of a lion I aint lying, bounty hunters got me flying With my iron, high as a giant Im running from nothing, my stomach is touching what Im clutching To give you more than a concussion, end of discussion My blood is colder so Im bolder Hennessy and soda, hood on my shoulder Look in the mirror, I see a soldier Right now Im on the edge so dont push me I aim straight for your head so dont push me Fill your ass up with lead, so dont push me I got something for your ass, keep thinking Im pussy Right now Im on the edge so dont push me I aim straight for your head so dont push me Fill your ass up with lead, so dont push me I got something for your ass, keep thinking Im pussy These are my ideas, this is my sweat and tears This is shit that I saw with my eyeballs, my ears This is me, whos gotta be what you see on TV What you hear on CD, what appears easy Man these teenie boppers see me on these magazine covers In these beanies and these rags living fantasies Fronting like its all fun and games til they shoot em up bang And you see your brains hang and you see we aint playing Aint saying we aint laying down at night and aint praying I bullied my way in this game, man, Im done playing Man, Im done saying that Im done playing Ima start laying into these motherfucking cocksuckers Theres no way Ima back down like a god damn coward I cant, how would I look as a man bowing to his knees? Like the mad cow disease, let somebody lash out at me And not lash back out at em, please Oh, whoa, yo, ho, hold up, oh no, not me, not Marshall You wanna see Marshall? Ill show you martial I try to show you art, but you just pick it apart So I see I have to start, showing you fucking old farts A whole nother side I wanted to not show you So you know youre not dealing with some fucking marshmallow Little soft yellow, punk pussy, whose hearts Jell-O cause Right now Im on the edge so dont push me I aim straight for your head so dont push me Fill your ass up with lead, so dont push me I got something for your ass, keep thinking Im pussy Right now Im on the edge so dont push me I aim straight for your head so dont push me Fill your ass up with lead, so dont push me I got something for your ass, keep thinking Im pussy Shady Aftermath, nigga, G-Unit Rap juggernauts of this shit, we taking over50Embed

Puke Lyrics Eminem pukes into the toilet Eminem hocks and spits into the toilet Toilet flush There I go, thinking of you again You dont know how sick you make me You make me fucking sick to my stomach Every time I think of you I puke You must just not kno-o-o-o-o-o-ow You may not think you do, but you do Every time I think of you I puke I was gonna take the time to sit down and write you a little poem But off of the dome would probably be a little more More suitable for this type of song, whoa I got a million reasons off the top of my head that I could think of Sixteen bars just aint enough to put some ink to So fuck it, Ima start right here, Ill just be brief, Im Bout to rattle off some of the reasons I knew I shouldnt go and get another tattoo Of you on my arm, but what do I go and do? I go and get another one, now I got two Now Im sitting here with your name on my skin I cant believe I went and did this stupid shit again My next girlfriend, now her names gotta be Kim If you only knew how much I hated you For every motherfucking thing youve ever put us through Then I wouldnt be standing here crying over you You dont know how sick you make me You make me fucking sick to my stomach Every time I think of you I puke You must just not kno-o-o-o-o-o-ow You may not think you do, but you do Every time I think of you I puke I was gonna take the time to sit down and write you a little letter But I thought a song would probably be a little better Instead of a letter that youd probably just shred up, yeah I stumbled on your picture yesterday and it made me stop and think of How much of a waste itd be for me to put some ink to, a stupid piece of Paper, Id rather let you see how Much I fucking hate you in a freestyle Youre a fucking cokehead slut, I hope you fucking die I hope you get to hell and Satan sticks a needle in your eye I hate your fucking guts, you fucking slut, I hope you die But please dont get me wrong, Im not bitter or mad Its not that I still love you, its not cause I want you back Its just that when I think of you it makes me wanna yack But what else can I do? I havent got a clue Now I guess Ill just move on, I have no choice but to But every time I think of you now all I wanna do is pu-u-u-u-u-u-uke You dont know how sick you make me You make me fucking sick to my stomach Every time I think of you I puke You must just not kno-o-o-o-o-o-ow You may not think you do, but you do Every time I think of you I puke Eminem pukes into the toilet Eminem hocks and spits into the toilet Toilet flush Eminem burps Ah, damn! Fucking bitch43Embed

Right for Me Lyrics I feel phenomenal as usual Pharmaceuticals, glue sniffin, pools of vomit at Bonnaroo But I dont know if Im in Tennessee, Chicago, or Houston In the corner tryin to seek solitude Shallow but such a hollow dude I wont even swallow solid food Alcoholic too, plus Im on lean like the Tower of Pisa Top it off Im on mushrooms, so fuck all of you! Roses are violet, mollies are blue Lost in a ball of confusion, its all an illusion Its probably the shrooms Im on ‘Cause I think I started hallucinating, ‘cause I just thought I heard Jay Electronica and Odd Futures new shit And all I could do was follow the music And end up with Paula Abdul at Lollapalooza Fillin water balloons with nail-polish remover Just to pop em and wallow in fumes I feel uptight, I gotta get looser After I finish polishing off this bottle of booze I got a solution Concentrated like orange juice, so Im not as deluded ‘Cause all this delusion got me seein shit Excusez-moi, but that hoochie that passed You see her ass? Wouldnt make her my main squeeze Butt juicier, ass, it belongs in a juicer Its mouth-waterin too So I walked over to her, like, “I’m Marshall Wanna try to meet my standards? Ill introduce ya Oh, Im a misogynist too, but Im not a masseuse But my attitude is rubbin off on the youth, uh! Chronic abuser, and I dont mean a user of marijuana I mean verbal assault that I use to smoke all of you losers Got a bazooka, a shotgun, a Ruger, a Glock, and a nuke And a Rottweiler too, and Im not in the mood, so When I say Im bringing the TEC out Im not coming to repair your fuckin electronic computers God, Im gonna puke, Im so gone off the hookah I think I swallowed a loofah Im tore up, demolished, Im fuckin stoned like Oliver Like I looked Medusa in the eyeball to seduce her The thoughts I produce are loony tunes The box of reusable latex gloves and the socks and the shoes That were placed next to Veronicas boobs And the paycheck stubs that were stuffed in the glove box In a blue Honda with used condoms were clues The girl was just not the one suitable for him Right for me, change me Rearrange my head to be Just right for you and me Don’t laugh, please listen to me Thought I’d give in to the pressure Collapse and crumble perhaps, relapsing under that Well, thats a bunch of crap In the clutch, Im the Captain Crunch of rap And Im sick of acting humble, thats enough of that Fuck that shit, cut the sack Like its a natural reaction Thats why Im actually trapped in this shoving match ‘Cause push keeps coming to that I can keep getting my ass kicked and coming back Like a sarcastic crumpled sack of shit, still mad Disgruntled, had some struggles, yeah But that passion and hungers back What a fantastic juggling act! And the way I flip my tongue on the track Its like verbal acrobatics, but in fact Last time I tried to pull off a dramatic stunt as drastic I fuckin crashed my hovercraft After I strapped a duffel bag to my back And stuffed a massive punchin bag in it And an elastic bungee strap, rubber, plaster, a thumb tack And a piece of plastic bubble wrap Went spastic and fuckin snapped Jumped and splashed in a puddle of battery acid Stumbled back, recovered, back flipped And landed on a gymnastic tumble mat And for my last trick, lunge on back Latch on a NASA shuttle flap, fuckin snap the rudder in half Chuckled and laughed, utter my last rebuttal And just as Im to come crashin I grab my Go-Go-Gadget inflatable gigantic humongous mattress and ceramic construction hat Rub my magic mushroom tat For luck, then splat, get up from that Face taped to a waste paper basket Throw up, then gasp, lungs collapsed And thats more likely than finding someone thats… Right for me, change me Rearrange my head to be Just right for you and me Don’t laugh, please listen to me Couple of shots of Jäger Public intoxication, dis-fuckin-combobulation Flooded with thoughts of anger While I was away I know probably some of you got to thinkin Youre top ten, aint cha? Stop it, you fuckers are talkin crazy And stop interrupting, youre not even up in that conversation Whether youre punchin a clock or famous Underground, pop, or nameless Whatever your job is, I give a fuck whats your occupation Youre thinkin just ‘cause you came in with scrubs And you brought the scalpel and sponge The oxygen tank and the suction and shot the brain surgeon Stuck in the operating room Once you done swapped your name with him Smuggled in Ronald Reagan If you dug him up; Donald Fagen While juggling waffles, bacon A fuckin McDonalds egg and cheese sausage bagel finagled it Flung it across the table Then bump it and knock it shake it Jumped and got in the way, then disrupted my concentration I said fuck it and lost my patience They all woke up from sedation Aint none of you Dr. Dre, so then what is it got you thinkin You can fuck with this operation?! Still running hip-hop amazin Im still pluggin along No need for an assumption, heres confirmation Im up for the long duration Im just looking for something to walk away with Some pocket change and a little integrity Though Ill probably be jumpin across the stage Til Im fuckin Madonnas age and Stuck in an awkward place in my life But I shit you not like Im plugged up with constipation That day will come Before I finally stumble upon some lady that’s… Right for me, change me Rearrange my head to be Just right for you and me Don’t laugh, please listen to me99Embed

High All the Time Lyrics Hey, you wanna hit this shit? Its that green tongue, Cali bud I dont need Dom Perignon, I dont need Cris Tanqueray and Alizé, I dont need shit Nigga, Im high all the time I stay high all the time Give me some dro, purple haze and some chocolate Give me a dutch and a lighter, Ill spark shit And stay high all the time Im high all the time Every time I roll up, niggas holla, Roll up! Then I tell em hold up, you aint getting money You aint smoking in my Benzo, 20 inch Lorenzos Smoking on indo, high as a motherfucker I be on them backstreets, niggas know I clap heat Only if you got beef, man, you better holla at me Niggas get locked up, stabbed up, shot up Every time I pop up, a lot going on in my hood I shoot the dice, I holla get em girls, Daddy need new shoes Daddy need Pirellis to look mean on 22s Stash box, Xbox, laptop, fax machine, phone Bulletproof this bitch and Im gone 2003 Suburban swerving, too many sips of Henny The Ds sick, they searched the whip and they cant find the semis They was just harassing me cause they know who I was Spent the night in Central Booking for smoking some bud I dont need Dom Perignon, I dont need Cris Tanqueray and Alizé, I dont need shit Nigga, Im high all the time I stay high all the time Give me some dro, purple haze and some chocolate Give me a dutch and a lighter, Ill spark shit And stay high all the time Im high all the time Now if you heard I done started some shit It aint because I be high And if you heard I done let off a clip It aint because I be high But I twist that lye, lye-lye-lye I get high as I wanna, nigga Go against me, for sure, yous a goner, nigga I dont smoke to calm my nerves, but I got beef Finna crush my enemies like I crush the hashish If you love me, tell me you love me, dont stare at me, man Id hate to be in the pen for clapping one of my fans Now let me show you how to greet me When you meet me, when you see me If you real, my nigga, you know how to holla G-Unit! Theres no competition, its just me 50 Cent, motherfucker, Im hot on these streets If David could go against Goliath with a stone I could go at Nas and Jigga, both for the throne I dont need Dom Perignon, I dont need Cris Tanqueray and Alizé, I dont need shit Nigga, Im high all the time I stay high all the time Give me some dro, purple haze and some chocolate Give me a dutch and a lighter, Ill spark shit And stay high all the time Im high all the time Now, who you know besides me Who write lines and squeeze nines And have hoes in the hood sniffing on white lines? You dont want me to be your kids role model Ill teach them how to buck them .380s and load up them hollows Have shorty fresh off the stoop, ready to shoot Big blunt in his mouth, deuce-deuce in his boot Sit in the crib sipping Guinness watching Menace, then oh Lord Have a young nigga bucking shit like he O-Dog My team, they depend on me when its crunch time I eat a nigga food in broad day like its lunchtime You feeling brave, nigga? Go ahead, get gully See if I wont leave your brains leaking up out your skully I done made myself hot, so aint shit you can tell me Now niggas calling me to feature, man, fuck your money I aint hurting, Im aight, nigga, Im doing good I aint got to write rhymes, I got bricks in the hood I dont need Dom Perignon, I dont need Cris Tanqueray and Alizé, I dont need shit Nigga, Im high all the time I stay high all the time Give me some dro, purple haze and some chocolate Give me a dutch and a lighter, Ill spark shit And stay high all the time Im high all the time G-Unit, are you ready? G-Unit, are you ready? G-Unit, are you ready? Nigga, ready or not, here I come, come, come22Embed

Numb Lyrics Ecstasy in the air I dont care Cant tell me nothing Im impaired No worse for wear Cause Im going numb Im going numb, Im going numb Im going numb, Im going numb (Let the champagne splash, let that man get cash Let that man get past, let that man get cash) Im going numb, Im going numb Im going numb, Im going numb Im going numb, Im going numb Im going numb, Im going numb (Let the champagne splash, let that man get cash Let that man get past, let that man get cash) Im going numb, Im going numb Im going numb, Im going Cant you see? Aint it clear I dont care Get closer to me If you dare I double dare Cause Im going numb Im going numb, Im going numb Im going numb, Im going numb (Let the champagne splash, let that man get cash Let that man get past, let that man get cash) Im going numb, Im going numb Im going numb, Im going numb Im going numb, Im going numb Im going numb, Im going numb (Let the champagne splash, let that man get cash Let that man get past, let that man get cash) Im going numb, Im going numb Im going numb, Im going Im plastered Look me in my Do I look high? I love the way you lie girl Yeah, yeah, yeah, come here dear Im tryna get closer to you Im motionin you to pull over, boo Im the siren that you hear Im the butt police and Im lookin at your rear, rear, rear But odds are Ima end up in the back of a squad car By the end of tonight, Im a rock star Get your wind up, its attack of the oddball Homie can you show me where the gosh darn bath salts are Cause Im sick of sniffin asphalt Every thought scarred got my pants off at the crosswalk In suspenders and I cant feel my lips cause— Cause Im going numb Im going numb, Im going numb Im going numb, Im going numb (Let the champagne splash, let that man get cash Let that man get past, let that man get cash) Im going numb, Im going numb Im going numb, Im going numb Im going numb, Im going numb Im going numb, Im going numb (Let the champagne splash, let that man get cash Let that man get past, let that man get cash) Im going numb, Im going numb Im going numb, Im going38Embed

Revenge Lyrics Mhm, mhm, mhm, mhm, mhm, mhm, mhm Like Leo in The Revenant Abel in that Bible bit Revenge is sweet, isnt it? Really, really hope for it I know that it wont fix a thing A song like this that I could sing for you All the feels you make me do A nightmare fuckin comin true I wish I was a lawyer I would sue you Sue you, take your dog Take your house, take your shoes Take your heart And now here comes that singin part Im daydreamin Let me count the ways How Ill get you Or how Ill make you pay Babe, Im hurtin And now youll feel the same Thats my plan , thats my plan, thats my plan We could do revenge, revenge, revenge Revenge together, together, together We could take revenge, revenge, revenge Revenge is sweet We could do revenge, revenge, revenge Revenge together, together, together We could take revenge, revenge, revenge Revenge is sweet Now heres where girlfriends come in hand Especially those that understand Crimes a crime, but listen, man Really cannot give a damn Weve all been through this kind of thing Say the word, we make it sting for him He cant just get away with it Eye for eye, you piece of sh— You treat us like a garbage pit Let me at him, wait for it Wait for it, wait for it Heres that singin part again Im daydreamin Let me count the ways How Ill get you Or how Ill make you pay Babe, Im hurtin And now youll feel the same Thats my plan, thats my plan, thats my plan We could do revenge, revenge, revenge Revenge together, together, together We could take revenge, revenge, revenge Revenge is sweet We could do revenge, revenge, revenge Revenge together, together, together We could take revenge, revenge, revenge Revenge is sweet Well, in the beginning we Felt like we was meant to be I fell for you and skinned my knee But hell, with any injury Eventually youll get up gingerly Feels like itll take a century To heal, but just know that I will But fuck tryna make amends Id rather take revenge Youre stickin safety pins inside my atrium Your day begins at 8 p.m. You hit the ATM In my Mercedes Benz With all your lady Friends—whores! Hit the club and you go out Dont know a sum, cause when I calculate The times you cheated And I total up all the amounts It doesnt add up Cause you say that just givin out your number doesnt count Get it? Then see me with someone new Get mad and flip it, look how bad you spin it First you turn your back on me Then tell me that I stabbed you in it?! Stabbed you in it, stabbed you in it Stabbed you in it, stabbed you in it Slut! So when youre driving Driving to his house And you pass me While Im drivin to hers Just remember You cheated on me first Youre a whore, youre a whore This is war We could do revenge, revenge, revenge Revenge together, together, together We could take revenge, revenge, revenge Revenge is sweet We could do revenge revenge, revenge Revenge together, together, together We could take revenge, revenge, revenge Revenge is sweet Fuck yeah! Fuck no!57Embed

Music Box Lyrics Yeah Yeah, girl Can you hear that? Its playing our song Are you sleepy? Take a nap Youre not afraid of the dark, are you? You hear the beat as it makes ya not want to go to sleep I knock on Dakotas door; its locked, so I go to creep Round the back with binoculars, not cause I wanna peep But because Im hungry, she smells like tacos, I wanna eat Visions of hot chocolaty marshmallows, all so sweet With sugar plums; oh, look Here comes Marshall, hes on your street Hes placing hot, smoldering charcoals beneath your feet Now walk on em; hes dancing with carcasses cheek to cheek Like a Thanksgiving turkey, a holiday ham Cinnamon sprinkled on toast, strawberry marmalade jam Flavor my favorite graham crackers with JonBenét Rams I guess a modern-day Jack the Ripper is all that I am Cause when the lights are off, I see the girls asleep But I can hear you, my love, you keep calling me Although were worlds apart, you mean the world to me So once you call, I come, I will answer Cause when the lights are off, I see the girls asleep I hear my music box playing a song for me So wont you twirl around and do a whirl for me? And would you be my private little dancer? I almost look comatose; who wants to be sober? Gross I foam like a Doberman, mouth open, I overdose Put coke up my nostrils in both my holes, then I plug my nose My pupils quadruple in size, eyes are so bugged, I know I put on my mothers makeup, get naked and run around Wavin the gun around, I think Im down to a hundred pounds Theres thunder, I wonder how come it rains, but the sun is out? The devils upset with his wife, they must be sluggin it out I must be buggin the fuck out, but what the fuck about? Voices are leading me up to the attic, I love my house They pull and they tug my blouse, the sound of a music box Comes from inside a toy chest, but what do I do? Its locked I pick it and open it, but its stuffed full of human parts I dig til I find it, I wind it up, and the tune just starts Its playing a song, so beautiful, and the room is dark The moon is full, I smell a funeral, guess Ill loom in the park Cause when the lights are off, I see the girls asleep But I can hear you, my love, you keep calling me Although were worlds apart, you mean the world to me So once you call, I come, I will answer Cause when the lights are off, I see the girls asleep I hear my music box playing a song for me So wont you twirl around and do a whirl for me? And would you be my private little dancer? Im fixated on asphyxiatin and breakin This little chicks neck like a Pixy Stick The sick, Satan-worshippin bitches get horse whippings Im in the back, through the back door slippin Through the crack, leavin the corpse drippin The mortician of love, sent from above Forced entry, the more wenchy the more stingy I become Been doing this for more than a quarter-century, Im just numb Am I dreaming, is it real? Someone pinch me on the buns The time has come to tie her up, gotta roll me the ladder Ive had enough of the chatter Climb up to the window, look at her Then climb in slow to shatter her brain matter and batter her With a bat; a matter of fact, that will splatter her But before I do that, Ill have a chat to flatter her Give her two compliments back to back, like Tabitha Im your secret admirer, Im back to ravish ya So strong is your fight, but youre no match for Dracula Prolonging her plight as I go back to stabbin her Dismember her limbs, simple as that: cadaver her Zoom in with the lens, then pan back the camera Stand back, cause here comes your man Jack, so Pamela Cause when the lights are off, I see the girls asleep But I can hear you, my love, you keep calling me Although were worlds apart, you mean the world to me So once you call, I come, I will answer Cause when the lights are off, I see the girls asleep I hear my music box playing a song for me So wont you twirl around and do a whirl for me? And would you be my private little dancer?67Embed

One Shot 2 Shot Lyricsgunshots and crowd hollering I told yall motherfuckers I was coming back What now, nigga? What now? What? Brewster Projects, nigga One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots All I hear is gunshots, this is where the fun stops Bodies drop, hit the floor, musics off, party stops Everybody hit the door, somebodys licking shots off Securitys gone, Im trapped in the club And Im trying to run and get my motherfucking gun Nigga, fuck my wife Im trying to run and save my motherfucking life Oh, shit! The shooters coming Bitches hollering, niggas running People, shot all over the floor And Im trying to make it to the Saint Andrews door ...Thats the sound of the Glock Even DJ House Shoes fucked around and got shot I done messed around, and forgot my TEC I dont see nobody, but Fatt Father and Hex These niggas is tripping Im trying to slip through the exit and get to where my car is at Bitches screaming everywhere and niggas is wylin Two minutes ago, we was all joking and smiling This chick is clinging on to me, sobbing and sighing Saying she didnt mean to diss me earlier, and she crying But its real and its on and caps is getting peeled So I hugged her and used her body as a human shield and She got hit, and now shes yelling I told her Id be right back and the dumb bitch believed me! I squeezed through the back door and made my escape I ran and got my .38, I hope its not too late! One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots All I hear is gunshots, this is where the fun stops Bodies drop, hit the floor, musics off, party stops Everybody hit the door, somebodys licking shots off Im on 7 Mile...what the fuck was that? Damn, somebody hit me from the back! With a gat, nigga, and my tire flat And I just hit a pole, them niggas some hoes I dont know, but I can tell you what they drove It was a black Mitsubishi Man! And I was on my way there Believe me, Im leaving a carcass today And Ima park my car and walk the rest of the way Im in the mood to strut, my AK aint even tucked Ima meet you at the club, we gon fuck these hoes up! One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots All I hear is gunshots, this is where the fun stops Bodies drop, hit the floor, musics off, party stops Everybody hit the door, somebodys licking shots off I never seen no shit like this in my life before People are still camped out from the night before Sleeping outside the door, waiting in line still Trying to get inside the club to see D12 perform The fire marshals know the venues too small People are wall to wall, three-thousand and some odd Fans and some cum-wad from out the parking lot Gets in an argument over a parking spot Decides to pull his gun out and lets a few of them off Missed who hes aiming for, six feet away’s the door Into St. Andrews Hall, now the strays flying all over the place Grazed one bitch in the face Another one of em came through the wall Before anyone could even hear the first shot go off Im posted up at the bar, having a Mazel Tov Bullet whizzed right by my ear, damn near shot it off Thank God Im alive, I gotta find Denaun And where the fuck is Von? He usually tucks one on him Wait a minute, I think I just saw Bizarre Nah, I guess not, what the fuck? Oh my God, it was! I never saw him run so fast in my life Look at him hauling ass, I think he left his wife There she is, on the ground, being trampled I go to grab her up by the damn hand, but I cant pull her God damn, there just went another damn bullet Im hit, my vest is barely able to handle it Its too thin, if I get hit again, I cant do it I scoop Dee, follow Bizarres path, ran through it and Made it to the front door and collapsed On the steps, looked up, and I seen Swift shooting it out But I cant see who hes shooting it out with But Denauns right behind him, squeezing his four-fifth One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots All I hear is gunshots, this is where the fun stops Bodies drop, hit the floor, musics off, party stops Everybody hit the door, somebodys licking shots off Yo, its Friday night, came to this bitch right Big ass on my left hand, Desert Eagle in my right I aint come in this bitch to party, I came in this bitch to fight Although, I cant stay here to fight, cause Im popping niggas tonight Thats right, bitches, Im drunk with revenge Shot a bouncer in the neck for trying to check when I get in Swift told me to meet him here, so its clear that the schmuck That shot out the back of his truck is up in this motherfucker So one shot for the money, two is to stop the show The thirds for the bartender I just wanna know who driving the black Mitsubishi? He tried to run, so Proof shot him in the knee with a three-piece One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots All I hear is gunshots, this is where the fun stops Bodies drop, hit the floor, musics off, party stops Everybody hit the door, somebodys licking shots off29Embed

Favorite Bitch Lyrics Nah, for real, you know what Im sayin? Like Like musics my first love, right? But what it turned into is like You know, these, these cats got it now, she just like a ho You know what I mean? Its not real Switched it up, then everybody— Done changed the shit on that damn— Yeah, everybody done ran through it Mumble rappin Aint no more substance in shit Right, right They dont treat it the way it needs to be treated I kinda want that old thing back Yeah, I was young, I was hungry I was chasin the bag at twenty-one, I was lucky To find an unеaten fucking honeybun I forgot about Now I got money fallin out, fiftiеs, hundreds, and twenties And I know nothing is funny bout the Manchester bombing But we got something in common , both of us are alarming Foul, disgusting, and awful , so repugnant and ugly I could give the Boston Marathon a run for its money, yeah And you could say Im a little bit immature But this type of literature got me a little richer But I get insecure when them other dudes hit on you, girl Youre letting em fiddle with your clitoris Remember you were my fucking— You used to be my favorite, bitch Thingsll never be the same, aint it funny how you changed Up and flipped the script? You done let a bunch of lames fall through and go plain That I cant permit You aint have to do it like that, told you Id be right back Look what you did, I need a new chick Like the music, I have to bounce on my favorite, bitch Always hated my smile Mama told me its goofy Id get picked on at school Come home and shed school me She never sugarcoated it to me She said if I wasnt so stupid and ugly, I wouldnt always get bullied I think of my struggles and get emotional Could be cause how behind the eight-ball and far in the hole that they put me Now Im on a roll like a Tootsie Im just trollin you pussies But Im like a stroller cause youll see just how I roll if you push me But thats what I do this music for When I was goin through some of the hardest times, I drew from her But shes like the devil cause I just cant let loose of her Cause the thought of losin her makes me wanna just let loose on her Then I hit the studio, tryna rendezvous with her Tell her, Its a butt-dial girl, yeah, booty call Thats how it used to be, cause you and me, we ruled the world And we made Curtis blow Fuck, I miss them days You used to be my favorite, bitch Thingsll never be the same, aint it funny how you changed Up and flipped the script? You done let a bunch of lames fall through and go plain That I cant permit You aint have to do it like that, told you Id be right back Look what you did, I need a new chick Like the music, I have to bounce on my favorite, bitch You fuckin leavin me, bitch? I dont think so, sit your motherfuckin ass down I swear to God, you run to that door Ima put one in the back of your fuckin head Now Ima ask you this one time And your answer better be Yes Would you marry me again Now that everything has changed? Itll never be the same As the era whence we came From Nas to Pac, Ra , Eric B. and Kane But I know a few from this era that are lyrically insane And although most are never gonna hit the level Cole or Weezy at Or be emotionally attached to Yo! MTV Raps Runnin home from school to catch an episode, the feeling that It gave you to rip the plastic off the tape youre holdin Peel it back, yeah, tear it off, and play it And swear to God, four oclock Wed crowd around the TV, Butter in his underwear and socks When Naunie was Kon Artis and Proof had his hair in locs Yeah, back when Flavor Flav had us wearin clocks Back with Ed Lover And there was two Dr. Dres, thats a paradox But I never thought Id get so jealous At the thought of letting you go psychologically Its gonna bother me, my eyes are already watery Part of me dont wanna stop til I get you back If I gotta put the work in and tell you Im never givin this up Other part wants to tell you just to get fucked Go back to whatever dick that you sucked Get back together with them, you slut Givin up the vagina like a trip to the gynecologist When I helped you become bigger than you were But I guess that it slipped your mind, you must be biding your time Looking for someone to come along thatll make you feel like I did back when you were mine, huh? But truthfully, it was never really you and me exclusively And theres too many new MCs you can choose between But no matter how many motherfuckers ran through it, they cant do it like me But I cant keep burnin the candle at both ends And I cant handle it when I leave and you find another one Now I gotta take this beat and dismantle it I wont grieve when I kill you But if I cant have you, bitch, nobody can Cant believe I used to be your favorite, bitch52Embed

Encore / Curtains Down Lyrics Sh-sh-sh, Shady! Aftermath! Haha! G-G-G-G, G-Unit! Haha! ’Cause we came here to set this party off right Let’s bounce tonight And if they don’t let us in through the front We’ll come through the side ’Cause I don’t ever wanna leave the game Without at least saying goodbye So all my people on the left, all my people on the right Swing one last time Get your ass up for the doctor, one more time Get your ass up for the doctor, come on now Here we go, cliff hanger, it’s another club banger Got ya hangin’ on the edge of your seat, get on down Time’s up, game’s over, you lose, I win ’Bout to show these knuckleheads how to do this here Oh yeah, new year, next phase, begin Look who’s got you goin’ crazy again I’m a trend, I set one every time I’m in I go out, and just come back full circle again You a fad, that means you something that we already had But once you’re gone, you don’t come back Too bad, you’re off the map now, radar can’t even find you We stay on the grind, you slip, we out-grind you You walk around mad, you let your anger blind you We walk around, just playin’ the violin behind you Enough with all the pissin’ and moanin’, whining and bitchin’ Sit and observe, listen, you’ll learn if you pay attention Why 10 multi-platinum albums later, three diamond Worldwide, we’re on the charts with a bullet, and still climbin’ ’Cause we came here to set this party off right Let’s bounce tonight And if they don’t let us in through the front We’ll come through the side ’Cause I don’t ever wanna leave the game Without at least saying goodbye So all my people on the left, all my people on the right Swing one last time When Dr. Dre says crunk, you will get it crunk Get it crunk! Crunk! Crunk! Crunk! And when 50 Cent says jump, you get on one foot, and jump Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! The buzz is tremendous, we drop you all to sense it I don’t gotta promote it, for you to know that Doc is off the benches We keep the party rockin’ off the hinges We ain’t showin’ off, we just going off popular consensus But critics say that Doc is soft, Doc is talk Doc is all washed up, knock it off, who the fuck is Doc impressin’? Doc is this, Doc is that, you got the wrong impression You must be on the cock of Doc, ’cause Doc left you all guessin’ So DJ take the needle and just drop it on the record We gon’ have this motherfucker hoppin’ in a second That’s why we always save the best cut last To make you scratch and itch for it like fresh cut grass ’Cause we done swam with the sharks, wrestled with alligators Spoke to a generation of angry teenagers Whom if it wasn’t for rap to bridge the gap may be raised to be racist Who may have never got to see our faces Graced the cover of Rolling Stone pages Broke down barriers of language and races Just call on the caped crusaders and leave it to me and Dre To pass the mic and we can play the Back and forth all day like the hot potato game That’s why we came to… ’Cause we came here to set this party off right Let’s bounce tonight And if they don’t let us in through the front We’ll come through the side ’Cause I don’t ever wanna leave the game Without at least saying goodbye So all my people on the left, all my people on the right Swing one last time 50 Cent, come on! Bounce now, hands up, you know how we do We make the club jump everywhere we go It’s no secret, everybody know When Dre’s involved, there’s plenty of money involved And plenty honey’s involved and sunny Sundays and palm trees Cali, everyday is just another party From the valleys all the way to them 8 Mile alleys Let’s rally, hands up for the grand finale Now raise up out your seat, Dre’s about to speak Blaze a pound of weed six days up out the week You can catch me in the studio, bangin’ out the beats to Provide you with the heat that keep blazing out your speakers So never say never ’cause Shady, Aftermath together Along with G-Unit Records presents the return of the The Doc and Shady, no one can do it better We tear the club up and leave without a shred of evidence that a… We came here to set this party off right Let’s bounce tonight And if they don’t let us in through the front We’ll come through the side ’Cause I don’t ever wanna leave the game Without at least saying goodbye So all my people on the left, all my people on the right Swing one last time Yeah, haha! Still Aftermath, 2006! And don’t worry about that Detox album, it’s comin’… We gon’ make Dre do it! Haha! 50 Cent, G-Unit, Obie Trice, D-Twizzy, Stat Quo, Dr. Dre! We ain’t leaving, let’s go, haha! Ladies and gentlemen, thank you all for coming out! Peace! People chanting Eminem’s name Eminem Leaves Slim Shadys Footsteps Oh shit! I almost forgot… Girl screams as Shady pulls out a gun You’re coming with me! Eminem cocks the gun and starts shooting at the audience People start to scream terrified and run Gunshots and shouting Ha ha ha. Bye, bye! Eminem shoots himself See you in hell, fuckers!30Embed

American You Lyrics Man, you got it all worked out Dont you? Old pair of shoes Never wear your heart on your sleeve Cause it dont go with the suit You got a bad, bad woman with a young little pretty face They told you not to go get married But you went and did it anyway Singin, oh sweet sounds of American you Never miss a Sunday service, never got tattoos Every time we drive by wavin, I see right through Doo doo doo doo doo doo, fuck you too Mama said steer clear of the devil So you never played in the road Always lookin on the bright side So you never see the potholes You got a house on a hill Big news, thats a big deal Big party with your big time friends Man, imagine how that feels Singin, oh sweet sounds of American you Never miss a Sunday service, never got tattoos Every time we drive by wavin, I see right through Doo doo doo doo doo doo, fuck you too Doo doo doo doo doo doo, fuck you too I believe in the modest dream, aint lookin for a pot of gold A 6 pack and some good marijuana, I can watch my mama roll I believe I could buy a few things like a house with a nice pool Invite my nobody friends to the party and we’ll pee in it, fuck you You got a blue-collar father who drinks Budweiser out the bottle 20 dollars, an old Impala, a babys mama You work hard, you dont beg, you dont borrow Night at the factory, daytime job at McDonalds Your daddy told you that girl was nothin but a problem But you fell in love cause to you she was like a supermodel And they told you not to go get married But you went and did it anyway It aint no problem You make somethin out of nothin, you make money for a livin Pushin buttons, diggin ditches, flippin burgers in the kitchen With the vision, youve been dreamin, youve been savin Youve been given nothin but shit But you take it cause youre patient in this prison Fuck everybody dissin, it aint them whos gotta live in this skin With all these tattoos that you got that fuckin offends them If its you that Im speakin to, you must be my extension I take my drink up and sip it, take my hat off and tip it Slumerican Oh sweet sounds of American you Never miss a Sunday service, never got tattoos Every time we drive by wavin, I see right through Doo doo doo doo doo doo, fuck you too Doo doo doo doo doo doo, fuck you too93Embed

Evil Deeds Lyrics Lord, please forgive me for what I do For I know not what Ive done Father, please forgive me for I know not what I do I just never had the chance to ever meet you Therefore I did not know that I would grow to be My mothers evil seed and do these evil deeds Momma had a baby and its head popped off Head popped off, head popped off, head popped off, head popped off, head popped off But Momma dont want me, the next thing I know, Im gettin dropped off Gettin dropped off, gettin dropped off, gettin dropped off, gettin dropped off Ring-ring-ring on the doorbell of the next door neighbors, on their front porch Their front porch, their front porch, their front porch, their front porch But they didnt want me neither, so they left me on someone elses lawn Elses lawn, elses lawn, elses lawn Til somebody finally took me in, my great aunt and uncle, Edna and Charles Edna and Charles, Edna and Charles, Edna and Charles, Edna and Charles, they were the ones who were left in charge My elementary, theyd gang up on me and sing this song Sing this song, sing this song, sing this song, sing this song It went a little something like Mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb Debbie had a Satan spawn, Satan spawn Momma why do they keep sayin this? I just dont understand, understand And by the way, wheres my dad? Father, please forgive me for I know not what I do I just never had the chance to ever meet you Therefore I did not know that I would grow to be My mothers evil seed and do these evil deeds Predominantly, predominantly, everythings always predominantly Predominantly-white, predominantly black. Well, what about me? Where does that leave me? Well, I guess that Im between predominantly both of em I think if I hear that fuckin word again, Ima scream While Im projectile vomitin; what do I look like, a comedian to you? Do you think that Im kiddin? What do I look like, some kinda idi... Wait a minute, shit, dont answer that; why am I so misunderstood? Why do I go through so much bullshit? Its such bullshit, its tush mull bish Woe is me, there goes poor Marshall again whinin about his millions And his mansion and his sorrow hes always drownin in And the dad that he never had, and how his childhood was so bad And how his mom was a dope addict, and his ex-wife, how they go at it Man, Id hate to have it as bad as that Mr. Mathers claims he had it I cant imagine it. That little rich, poor, white bastard Needs to take some of that cash out of the bank and take a bath in it Man, if I only had half of it Shit, if you only knew the half of it... Haha Father, please forgive me for I know not what I do I just never had the chance to ever meet you Therefore I did not know that I would grow to be My mothers evil seed and do these evil deeds Evil deeds, while I plant these evil seeds Please release me from these demons I never had any of this shit planned, Mom, please believe I dont wanna be Satans spawn Never got the chance to say Im sorry Now look at all the pain I caused Dear Santa Claus, why are you not comin this year again? What did I do that was so bad to deserve this? Everything could have been so perfect But life aint a fairytale. Im about to be hoisted up in the air Forty feet below me theres people everywhere I dont even know but who feel like they know me cause Im in this ferris wheel And all I wanna do is go to the mall and take Hailie on the carousel Without this crowd everywhere I go, but life is like a merry-go-round Here we go now, do-si-do now, curtains up, the show must go now Ring-around-the-rosie, the shows over, you can all go home now But the curtain just dont close for me, this aint how fame was supposed to be Wheres the switch I could just turn off-and-on? This aint what I chose to be So please, God, give me the strength to have what it takes to carry on Til I pass 50 back the baton, the cameras on, my soul is gone Father, please forgive me for I know not what I do I just never had the chance to ever meet you Therefore I did not know that I would grow to be My mothers evil seed and do these evil deeds I said, Father, please forgive me for I know not what I do I just never had the chance to ever meet you Therefore I did not know that I would grow to be My mothers evil seed and do these evil deeds Oh! Last one, baby, lets go Last one, baby, lets go Detroit!53Embed

My Fault Lyrics I never meant to give you mushrooms, girl I never meant to bring you to my world But now youre sittin in the corner, crying And now its my fault, my fault I never meant to give you mushrooms, girl I never meant to bring you to my world But now youre sittin in the corner, crying And now its my fault, my fault I went to Johns rave with Ron and Dave And met a new wave blonde babe with half of her head shaved A nurse aid who came to get laid and tied up With first aid tape and raped on the first date Susan, an ex-heroin addict who just stopped usin Who love booze and alternative music Told me she was going back into usin again I said, Wait, first try this hallucinogen Its better than heroin, Henn, the booze and the gin Cmere, lets go in here, whos in the den? Its me and Kelly! My bad Lets try another room I dont trust you Shut up, slut, chew up this mushroom Thisll help you get in touch with your roots Well get barefoot, butt-naked, and run in the woods Oh hell, I might as well try em, this party is so drab Oh dag I aint mean for you to eat the whole bag Huh? I never meant to give you mushrooms, girl I never meant to bring you to my world But now youre sittin in the corner, crying And now its my fault, my fault I never meant to give you mushrooms, girl I never meant to bring you to my world But now youre sittin in the corner, crying And now its my fault, my fault Yo, Sue Get away from me, I dont know you Oh shoot, shes trippin I need to go puke I wasnt tryna turn this into somethin major I just wanted to make you appreciate nature Susan, stop crying, I dont hate ya The worlds not against you, Im sorry your father raped ya So what you had your little coochie in your dads mouth? That aint no reason to start wiggin and spaz out She said, Help me, I think Im havin a seizure I said, Im high too, bitch, quit grabbin my T-shirt Would you calm down? Youre startin to scare me She said, Im 26 years old and Im not married I dont even have any kids and I cant cook Im over here, Sue Youre talking to the plant, look We need to get to a hospital fore its too late Cause I never seen no one eat as many shrooms as you ate I never meant to give you mushrooms, girl I never meant to bring you to my world But now youre sittin in the corner, crying And now its my fault, my fault I never meant to give you mushrooms, girl I never meant to bring you to my world But now youre sittin in the corner, crying And now its my fault, my fault Susan, wait, where you goin? You better be careful Leave me alone, dad, Im sick of gettin my hair pulled Im not your dad, quit trying to swallow your tongue Want some gum? Put down the scissors Fore you do something dumb Ill be right back, just chill, baby, please? I gotta go find Dave, hes the one who gave me these John, wheres Dave at? Before I bash you Hes in the bathroom, I think hes takin a crap, dude Dave, pull up your pants, we need an ambulance Theres a girl upstairs talking to plants, choppin her hair off And theres only two days left of Spring Break How long do these things take to wear off? Well, it depends on how many you had I took three, she ate the other 22 caps Now shes upstairs cryin out her eyeballs, drinking Lysol Shes gonna die, dude I know and its my fault Oh my God I never meant to give you mushrooms, girl I never meant to bring you to my world But now youre sittin in the corner, crying And now its my fault, my fault I never meant to give you mushrooms, girl I never meant to bring you to my world But now youre sittin in the corner, crying And now its my fault, my fault My God, Im so sorry, Im so sorry Susan, please wake up, please Please wake up, what are you doing?! Youre not dead, youre not dead I know youre not dead Wake up, Susan, wake up Oh my God32Embed

How Come Lyrics So I changed, huh? You got a phone Pick it up, call me How come we dont even talk no more? And you dont even call no more? We dont barely keep in touch at all And I dont even feel the same love when we hug no more And I heard it through the grapevine, we even beefing now After all the years weve been down Aint no way, no how, this bullshit cant be true We family, aint a damn thing changed, unless its you We were so young, so full of life and vibrance Side by side, wherever you was riding, I went So close, almost on some Bonnie and Clyde shit When Ronnie died, you was right by my side With a shoulder to cry on and tissue to wipe my eyes And a bucket to catch every tear I cried inside it You even had the same type of childhood I did Sometimes I just wanna know why is it That you succame to yours and mine, I survived it You ran the streets, I nine-to-fived it We grew up, grew apart as time went by us Then I blew up, to both yours and mines surprises Now I feel a vibe, I just cant describe it Much as your pride tries to hide it Youre cold, your touch is just like ice And your eyes is a look of resentment I can sense it and I dont like it How come we dont even talk no more? And you dont even call no more? We dont barely keep in touch at all And I dont even feel the same love when we hug no more And I heard it through the grapevine, we even beefing now After all the years weve been down Aint no way, no how, this bullshit cant be true We family, aint a damn thing changed, unless its you It was my dream at first to be off spitting a verse On my own album with a deal, but shit got worse Fore I came out, I woulda killed a nigga first Fore I let him disrespect me, or check me over some worrisome Bitch that I wasnt with, I woulda hit it and quit But you were planning to talk with her and tell her she was the shit I told you dont get involved with her You would smoke in the car with her Coming out of the bar with her, stumbling, half-drunk Like yall was husband and wife or something But me catching her fuckin other niggas Mustve hurt your pride or something Cause you woof off at the mouth to people Like you want it with me When all I tried to do was show you that your bitch was shifty And ever since the fans and all the shit that I produced You acting like I aint your mans and lying like she cant be loose But I am really your friend, Im just trying to tell you the truth Dont hate the game or the player, the one thats changing is you How come we dont even talk no more? And you dont even call no more? We dont barely keep in touch at all And I dont even feel the same love when we hug no more And I heard it through the grapevine, we even beefing now After all the years weve been down Aint no way, no how, this bullshit cant be true We family, aint a damn thing changed, unless its you It gets lonely at the top cause my homie had to stop Now we acting like I gotta live only for the block And homies in the hood only see me on the tube So they gossip on the porch, get to speaking all rude Fools I used to rap with all expect magic Like my finger get to snapping and poof, it just happen But Proof is just acting out the part he was thrown Shady made it so my babies aint starving at home See the devil in your glance, since the ghetto, we been friends Forever real intelligence, thats forever till the end I peep the hatreds in your eyes and the Satan in your lies Aint wasting my time with these snakes in disguise How come when you talk, its with bitter and spite? And how come it was my fault for what you did with your life? And every time I go to hear you and play, you look away We barely embrace, you cant even look me in my face How come we dont even talk no more? And you dont even call no more? We dont barely keep in touch at all And I dont even feel the same love when we hug no more And I heard it through the grapevine, we even beefing now After all the years weve been down Aint no way, no how, this bullshit cant be true We family, aint a damn thing changed, unless its you21Embed

G.O.A.T. Lyrics And I’m willing to borrow your grass But I specialize in eating MCs In the immortal words of LL Cool J As he would say: Im a G.O.A.T.! And for those of yall who dont know what a G.O.A.T. is It means the Greatest Of All Time And I consider myself one of those So thank you very much, here it goes This is the part I was worried about Everyone thinks that my career is down the tubes And Im in some dusty garage Inhalin them carbon monoxide fumes And everyones tellin me what I should do And how I should come out and what to rap about And I know that I got a lot up In my medulla oblongata that I gotta get out And Im not sure how this is gonna come off Theyre probably gonna think that Im comin off as cocky Like I just started givin a fuck what you really think about me See, the thing about me Is you dont really know a thing about me Everyones makin a stink about me Like theres some kind of an aura of that of the king around me Surround me with nothin but gangsters Killers and bangers and the most dangerous criminals And I feel like Im more comfortable around them Than I do my own motherfuckin neighbors But see, my dream is to be remembered as one of the best when I leave But why does it seem like Im not even put up in the same category as other MCs? So when Weezy says that hes better than Jay Z Please be that just subliminally Means he thinks Jiggas the best And that hes the only one up in that league, see And its easy just to consider me One of the greatest white rappers there is Knowin goddamn well that Im one of the best motherfuckin rappers who ever lived, period Im a G.O.A.T. and I dont mean to gloat But I know what I know and I know what you think And these magazinesll never put it in ink Because how would it look if they considered me as a G.O.A.T.? And for those of yall who dont know what a G.O.A.T. is It means the Greatest Of All Time And I consider myself one of those So thank you very much, here it goes Maybe they figure that Im on my way out the game So they gotta go try to find em a new Eminem or a new Shady If they think its gonna happen, man, I thought I was crazy Or maybe I could be takin it wrong And theyre tryna pay homage to me in a strange way So let me pay homage to my fellow white competitors almost in the same way See, you hardly ever do hear anyone even bringin up Paul Walls white ‘Cause lyrically he doesnt pose a threat to anyone, see, hes just aight And Bubba Sparxxx, he just wont write Because hes so caught up in that snow white That Timbaland cant even get him in the studio Hes so gone off that coke, right? And its so sad ‘cause hes dope, right? Americas next great white hope, right? So now they feel like they gotta come up with some corny-ass White Rapper Show, right? And which Im still havin mixed feelings about They said itd be real, Im just spillin it out Theres somethin about a white boy talkin black And runnin around with a damn grill in his mouth And I love when the say that Tiger Woods shit Isnt it ironic that the best rappers white And the best golfers black? And Im the one whos gotta catch all the flack off of that But these are the people who never had heard of an Eminem until 8 Mile had came out But I had already hit middle America Parents had all got to likin me now When suddenly I wasnt such a bad guy All of the hatred for me mustve died Thought I committed career suicide So I had to turn back into the bad guy So faggoty faggoty faggoty gays Anatomy God made Raggedy Ann and Andy Not Raggedy Andy and Andy and Andy And Angelina Jolie is just another ho And Brad is a sucka, because once I fuck her She wants to go to Somalia to adopt another baby You know what I say? — No. You better save some of them kids from Madonna She needs all the publicity she can get You wanted Shady, well you got it, man, I aint apologizin for shit Im a G.O.A.T. and I dont mean to gloat But I know what I know and I know what you think And these magazinesll never put it in ink Because how would it look If they considered me as a G.O.A.T.? And for those of yall who dont know what a G.O.A.T. is It means the Greatest Of All Time And I consider myself one of those So thank you very much, here it goes Man, Im takin my ball and goin home Man, shit is too easy Nobody even wants to pass me the ball ‘Cause Im a G.O.A.T So dont worry, Im out the motherfuckin game And yall can sit and argue about whos the motherfuckin best But yall know that Im a G.O.A.T And like I said, Im one of the motherfuckin best Before you get your panties in a motherfuckin bunch But before I go, Id like to say fuck you very much To everybody who wasnt there from the start And thank you very much to everybody who was And yall aint gotta say it, just think it ‘Cause I know that you know that I know That you know that I know that Im a G.O.A.T Im out yall, its been real—peace!31Embed

COFFIN Lyrics We fought until the sun rose And I still aint been to bed And while you got your eyes closed The devil wakes up in my head He told me that you hate me and you blame me And you said that you wish that you were dead So I write a little note out Suicidal love roulette You make me wanna jump off the roof Cause I love you to death, just like a fool Id rather a coffin, handmade for two Cause I love you to death, just like a fool Just like a fool Just like a fool I walk up to the edge, yeah And say a prayer before I let go Ill probably see you through the window While Im falling past the fifth floor Then you get there just in time to save me and apologize And maybe we can go back to bed But you run past me instead And hit the ground before I can I had to watch ya jump from the roof Boy, I love you to death, just like a fool Well need a coffin, handmade for two Cause I love you to death, just like a fool Just like a fool, uh Maybe Buddhas got it right We reincarnate every time And Ill find you in another life Maybe Buddhas got it right We reincarnate every time And Ill find you in another life I dont really wanna fight I just wanna spend the night But I dont wanna spend the night Actin out Love the Way You Lie But the shit just went awry Hit me in the eye, bit me in the thigh, then begin to cry Im at the end of my wits, lets end this, ma Then begin again tomorrow Fresh start, let you spoil me Pledge your loyalty, treat me like a king Just to fuck me over royally Boy, are we water mixed with oil See another shouting match, bout to have it out But no matter how mad I get, Im so mad about you Forgot what I was even mad about I know weve had our challenges still I keep trying to salvage it, you Wanna sabotage it, Im down to the hill But you think Im fucking around on you, chill It never changes, I doubt if it will Cheat on me, then say How does it feel? I feel like blowing my fucking head off After I write you out of my will Bitch, how could you? Almost had a child wit you Woulda settled down wit you Now Ill put you in the ground and bury myself wit you I dont get you, its as if youre drowning I stick my hand out, but you fool me Youre just trying to pull me down wit you Thought it was you my world revolve around I should aim a revolver round at you 180 proof, guess Im making my way to the roof Youre a traitor, I say that were through You hop in the elevator, then you Say the coffin, they better make it for two Cause if you jump, Im jumpin with you And neither one of us have nothing to lose but each other Were just a couple of fools You make me wanna jump off the roof Cause I love you to death, just like a fool Well need a coffin, handmade for two Cause I love you to death, just like a fool You make me wanna jump off the roof Cause I love you to death, just like a fool Well need a coffin, handmade for two Cause I love you to death, just like a fool Just like a fool Just like a fool78Embed

The Reunion Lyrics Ayo , this next song is a true story Cause some things in this universe dont make sense But somehow always seem to fuckin work Flying down I-75, bout to hop on 696 I look over, this fuckin chicks tryin to fix Her makeup, Im like, Bitch, you aint a plastic surgeon I advise ya to put up your visor, Im gettin kinda ticked Youre blockin my side mirror, shes like, Yeah, so? Im like, So? You gon need a stitch you keep acting like that, ho I look like your husband, slut? Thats a rhetorical question You talk to me like you talk to him, Ill fuck you up In fact, get in the backseat, like the rest of my dates No bitch rides shotgun; what? Taxi? Stop and pick you some Maxi Pads up? Is that what you actually ask me? Smack Bitch reaches over and smacks me Says I annoy the fuck out her, get the fuckin bag Put on your slut powder, you slut, what? And shut the fuck up now, or get your feelings hurt Worse than my last chick when I accidentally butt dialed her And she heard me spreadin AIDS rumors about her Turn the radio up louder, make it thump While I bump that Relapse CD Tryin to hit every bump in that cunt Thought I snapped back into accents Cause she kept asking me to quit calling her cunt I said, I cant! She said Marshall, you aint really like that, oh, oh, oh Youre puttin on a show, wheres your mic at? Cause youre breakin my heart Youre breakin my heart Cause you aint really like that, oh, oh, oh Youre puttin on a show, wheres your mic at? Cause youre breakin my heart She said, youre breakin my heart Uh, pull up to the club in a Porsche, not a Pinto While Marshalls at a white trash party, Im at drama central I walk up in there lookin at my phone, on Twitter, tweetin Im feelin a bunch of bitches looking at a nigga, cheesin I get approached by this little skeezer, she asked me Am I the realest G? Cause Im Gucci from head to feet I said, Yeah, Im really is, cause I spit in your mans face Like Cam did that little kid on Killin Season She said, Im feelin your big ego, wait, am I talkin wrong? I said, Nah, Im a walkin Kanye/Beyoncé song She said, Im mad at you, I said, Why? She said Why you never make songs for chicks as if its hard to do? I said, I make songs for me, leave the studio, and go And fuck the bitch who belong to who making songs for you She said, Im feelin your whole swagger and flow Can we hook up? I said, Umm, you just used the word swagger So, no! She said You aint really like that, oh, oh, oh Youre puttin on a show, wheres your mic at? Cause youre breakin my heart Youre breakin my heart Cause you aint really like that, oh, oh, oh Youre puttin on a show, wheres your mic at? Cause youre breakin my heart She said, youre breakin my heart We been riding around in this hatchback til Im fuckin hunchback Where the fucks this party at, slutbag cunt? Cut what act? Think its an act? Fuck that, Im tryin to shag, skuzz Better find this love shack or somewhere to fuck at Ah, dont touch that, you fat dyke! Im tryin to hear some Bagpipes from Baghdad Dont act like you dont like em, them accents, I rap tight And Imma torture you til we find this place , yeah, thats right Thought it was just past this light, and just past Van Dyke Better hit that map light, read them directions, oh yeah You cant read, and you cant write, you told me that last night She took my CD out the deck, snapped it in half like snap Relapse sucked, I snapped, hit the gas like Blew through the light, spun out, hit a patch of black ice Forgot we had a trailer hitched to the back, we jackknifed Bitch flew out the car, I laughed like she deserved it She didnt think Id act like that in person Tell him Ill be there in a minute glass breaks Im tryna break up this catfight Between my mistress and damn wife Then a chick wanted a hug, she was fat, so I gave her dap Then I tell her to scat, Im not mean, Im cute smooch On my way to the front door, takin the scenic route To avoid this chick with a lace front Lookin like Venuss and Serenas hooves Im just sayin, them chicks got horse asses, they been attractive Hope when they see me They dont slap me with they tennis racquets My mind drifted, back to this shit: I see my wife, push her down Step over her body, then smack the mistress smack Police outside, I turn and pass the gat to Vishis Then I step out and see my evil twin, he gives me an evil grin He mugs the mistress, turns around And gives the missus hugs and kisses smooches Looks at me twisted, like Nickel He smacks the dentures out of the mouth Of the fat bitch he rolled with, and looks back to mention Royce, its good to be back to business! They said, you aint really like that, oh, oh, oh Youre puttin on a show, wheres your mic at? Cause youre breakin our hearts Youre breakin our hearts Cause you aint really like that, oh, oh, oh Youre puttin on a show, wheres your mic at? Cause youre breakin our hearts They said, youre breakin our hearts40Embed

From The D 2 The LBC Lyrics Yeah, its been a minute... this probably should have happened a while ago... fuck it were here now though- lets go Yeah, man... what the fuck? Yo, yo Snoop let me see them buds, man... that shits the size of my hand, Dogg- maybe Ill relapse, what the fuck... Thats how I know that Im in the studio with the Doggy In Californ-E, cuz my homie from Long Beach Always got that bomb weed, thats why I feel a calm breeze Every time I palm trees just like that blonde bleach I went platinum, then so did my albums, Calvins turning me into a zombie Cuz these buds are like The Hulk, theyre twice the size that his arm be And that is some strong green Got a contact, my contact lenses are foggy, I might end up in Walgreens Pharmacy with my arm asleep gone off lean mixed with Dramamine I will treat Paula Dean like a fuckin human pinball machine Bouncin balls off her tonsils, if yall are seekin the smoke I got all the weed I am a walking motherfuckin Marijuana leaf And Im here to stay My reigns so definite my longevity needs a hearing aid, still wearing Hanes T-shirts I done bodied some features with legendary names Was there when Dre turned the Chronic to monetary gain Cause dope is addictive just like they call it marijuana, cause like marriage, you wanna, marry Jane Its like you and Spiderman feel the very same My adversaries came But these little degenerates are my lineage, when it comes to pockets werent many if, any as skinny as mine bitch, I was penniless Now Im plenty rich, and the shit dont make any sense I was in a motherfucking pinch like a titty twist Now Im sitting as pretty as each penny is, while Im penning this in the lab on you guinea pigs Im finna fool, Im in effect, gimmie the semi and when I pull the big guns out That trigger pull it until the motherfuckin shit runs out of bullets Somebody better call an ambulance You live, it will be miraculous, I got more hits than a contract killer Like caterpillars that dont got antennas, other words I dont got no god damn fillers Mt. Westmore, you did not plan for this- from Detroit all the way to Los Angeles Put your doobies high, if you reside in 213 Lets see them blunts raised Whether you Eastside or Westside of the 313 Lets see them guns blaze Make money moves like the matrix Make more mount motivation Roll up, more meditation Im watching the moves that you make might wanna stick to the basics Military mindset, locked in, cocked in, making sure the mission is profitable Aint no mission impossib-ble One phone call and my monsters will go Dump phones, hop in a Mazda and go Fuck that, yall stay Nigga Im finna go Think you slick, boy this Crip You aint ready to take it where Im finna go Mafia rules You making a mockery, me a monopoly Speak on my flow, my nigga Im mopping em Slept on my flo now niggas is copying Niggas be opping through all this opulence Give me a task, I conquer it This aint the time for pondering You niggas is slandering this real shit niggas be honoring On god You looking for followers and not watching my niggas thats following Nigga fuck them likes Im like like what, like my nigga young Problem East side, East up My nigga Eminem woke the beast up Let yall ride now a nigga want it back like the lease up Think its a game you gone see sum Aint no peace, youll be missing a piece of ya Niggas popped off, now sheets on em Mama all mad, kids all sad, damn my bad Send a few coins to the coroner Please make a sweet for em Nigga I dont hop on tracks I leap on em In the fields with the cleats on em Steve Job of the cannabis mob In due time, nigga knew it be mine Suge knew Id go platinum the minute I signed If youre looking for the facts, Im the nigga to find Young nigga sold crack in the middle of pine To being the face of this cripping Long Beach, these seas is different 4 man with the put on Still getting bread with the niggas I put on Yea, yea I Put my hood on Shit got cold I put my hood on Yea, yea Marshall and Calvin, both from the gutter like public housing Now we both performing for 100s of thousands Wearing no makeup, but we still be clowning muthafuckas! Put your doobies high, if you reside in 213 Lets see them blunts raised Whether you Eastside or Westside of the 313 Lets see them guns blaze My Detroit Niggas verse everybody My Long Beach Niggas verse everybody My Detroit Niggas leave with a body My Long Beach Niggas shoot up the party47Embed

Big Weenie Lyrics I dont understand Why are you being so mean? Youre a mean, mean man Youre just jealous of me cause you, you just cant do what I do So instead of just admitting it, you walk around and say All kinds of really mean things about me Cause youre a meanie, a meanie But its only cause youre just really jealous of me Cause Im what you wanna be, so you just look like an idiot When you say these mean things, cause its too easy to see Youre really just a big weenie, big weenie Alright, listen, I need you to focus I need you to go dig deep in your mind, this is important We are going to perform an experiment of the sorts Im going to have to ask you to bear with me for a moment Now I need you to open your mind, your eyes, close em You are now about to be placed under my hypnosis For the next four and a half minutes, we are going to explore Into your mind to find out why youre so fucking jealous Now why did they make yoo-hoo? Pippity-kaka-poo-poo Psych, Im kidding, I just wanted to see if youre still listening Okay, now I need your undivided attention Sir, I have a question, why do I always sense this undeniable tension? From the moment that I enter into the room it gets all quiet and whispers Whenever theres conversation, why am I always mentioned? Ive been dying to ask, its been itching at me, is it just because... Youre just jealous of me cause you, you just cant do what I do So instead of just admitting it, you walk around and say All kinds of really mean things about me Cause youre a meanie, a meanie But its only cause youre just really jealous of me Cause Im what you wanna be, so you just look like an idiot When you say these mean things, cause its too easy to see Youre really just a big weenie, big weenie Alright now I , I just flubbed a line I was going to say something extremely important But I forgot who or what it was, I fucked up Psych, Im kidding again, you idiot, no, I didnt Thats just what you wanted to hear from me is that I fucked up, aint it? But I can bust one take without looking at no paper It doesnt take a bunch of takes or me to stand here in this booth all day For me to say the truth, okay? Youre drooling, you have tooth decay Your mouth is open, youre disgusting, what the fuck you eat for lunch? A bunch of sweets or something? What, you munch a bunch of Crunch n Munch? Your tooth is rotten to the gum, your breath stinks, wanna chew some gum? Yes, I do, sir, what am I on? You, sir, are on truth serum Marshall, Im so jealous of you, please say you wont tell nobody Id be so embarrassed, Im just absolutely terrified That someones gonna find out why Im saying all these terrible Evil and awful mean things, its my own insecurities Youre just jealous of me cause you, you just cant do what I do So instead of just admitting it, you walk around and say All kinds of really mean things about me Cause youre a meanie, a meanie But its only cause youre just really jealous of me Cause Im what you wanna be, so you just look like an idiot When you say these mean things, cause its too easy to see Youre really just a big weenie, big weenie Alright, now we, were going to conduct That experiment that we were talking about earlier Just to see what a frog looks like when it takes two hits of ecstasy Cause thats exactly what your eyes look like, wanna check to see? Heres a mirror, notice the resemblance here? Wait, let me put these sunglasses on, now look in this mirror How bout now? What do you have in common? Youre both green with envy and look like idiots with sunglasses on em You look like I sound like singing about weenies Now take my weenie out of your mouth This is between me and you, I know youre not happy I know youd much rather see me lying in the corner of a room somewhere crying Curled up in a ball, tweaked out of my mind, dying, theres no denying That my weenie is much bigger than yours is Mine is like sticking a banana between two oranges Why are you even doing this to yourself? Its pointless Why do we have to keep on going through this? This is torturous My point is this That if you say mean things, your weenie will shrink Now I forgot what the chorus is, youre just as... Youre just jealous of me cause you, you just cant do what I do So instead of just admitting it, you walk around and say All kinds of really mean things about me Cause youre a meanie, a meanie But its only cause youre just really jealous of me Cause Im what you wanna be, so you just look like an idiot When you say these mean things, cause its too easy to see Youre really just a big weenie, big weenie Fuck off my dick33Embed

Elevator Lyrics All aboard! Okay, next stop, my basement Ill meet you down there! There once was a saying that I used to say Back in the day, when I met Dre I used to sit and goof on the phone with my friend Proof That if I went gold, Id go right through the roof Hed say, What if you went platinum?, Id just laugh at him Thats not happening, that I cant fathom Eighty-some million records worldwide later Im living in a house with a fucking elevator Haters getting mad, they done had enough of Shady You slay me, nothing you say matters enough to touché me Rappers try to play me, they use Hailie as a ukulele Whoopsa-that-a-fucking-daisy Thats a no-no, even she knows Da-Das fucking crazy Fucking animal, cuckoo, bananas, fucking-A, B Maybe its because I never had a mother raise me Fuck around and throw a baby at another baby You may think its cause of the way that I was brought up But its all caught up to me now, karmas in the waters Every line I ever said has got me in a corner You might think it doesnt creep up on ya, but it all does You wouldnt listen, man, I tried to warn ya when you started Now your brains all haunted cause of all the shit you thought of Chainsaw slaughters, turn your daughters into sawdust I never thought itd come to this, I oughta just be honest, but There once was a saying that I used to say Back in the day, when I met Dre I used to sit and goof on the phone with my friend Proof That if I went gold, Id go right through the roof Hed say, What if you went platinum?, Id just laugh at him Thats not happening, that I cant fathom Eighty-some million records worldwide later Im living in a house with a fucking elevator Sorry, Lance, Mr. Lambert and Aiken aint gonna make it They get so mad when I call them both faggots All these fucking voices in my head, I cant take it Someone shut that fucking baby up fore I shake it Youre standing adjacent to Jason, slash, Leatherface, and Together makes em a fucking bad combination I lashed at the doctor in my last operation Shoved the Wiener Schnitzel up his ass, hopped away, some- -body please stop the patient, get the cops to mace him Homie, Im the Scheiße, ask Doctor Dreson I cant leave the game, I just cant walk away, son No, not a-now, not a chance, not today, son I cant believe I leave for one brief second And you pussies queef all over the rap game, naked And use a leaf to wipe up the crap stain, feck it Ill just keep saying the same exact saying, check it There once was a saying that I used to say Back in the day, when I met Dre I used to sit and goof on the phone with my friend Proof That if I went gold, Id go right through the roof Hed say, What if you went platinum?, Id just laugh at him Thats not happening, that I cant fathom Eighty-some million records worldwide later Im living in a house with a fucking elevator Elevator in my house, hah, smell ya later I blew the fuck up, a hamster in the microwave, Im Thinking bout an escalator now, steps, I hate em Told the neighbors step away, then I just pepper-sprayed em Yeah, for every time you ride down the street Or hide out, drive by my house and beep Like, now motherfucker, try now to sleep Lie down, fucker , try counting sheep And youre tryna find out why now theres beef Mace in your face, bitch, cry now, pussy This is my house, all nine thousand feet So you can suck my dick with Amy Winehouses teeth Then I shove em in the elevator, take em to the top Stand above em just to cut the fucking cable, let em drop Walk an hour to the damn refrigerator, get a pop While I let em fall all the way to the basement, yelling Stop! There once was a saying that I used to say Back in the day, when I met Dre I used to sit and goof on the phone with my friend Proof That if I went gold, Id go right through the roof Hed say, What if you went platinum?, Id just laugh at him Thats not happening, that I cant fathom Eighty-some million records worldwide later Im living in a house with a fucking elevator You fucking son of a bitch, I cant believe this shit This must be all that there is, this must be it Fucking-A, even got a bidet To wash my ass after I shit with gold toilet paper Dishwashers so big, when Im pissed off I can just toss a flying saucer in it, the shits awesome Yeah, fucking elevator Living in a house with a fucking elevator46Embed

U Not Like Me Lyrics NYPD, LAPD, NYPD NYPD, LAPD, NYPD NYPD, LAPD, NYPD NYPD, LAPD, NYPD These niggas wanna shine like me Rhyme like me They dont walk around with a 9 like me They dont want to do it 3 to 9 like me And aint strong enough to take 9 like me Ayo, you think about shittin on fifty, save it My songs belong in the Bible with King Davids I teach niggas sign language, that ain’t deaf, son you heard that? That mean run Ask around, I aint the one you wanna stunt on, pa Pull through, I throw a fucking cocktail at ya car From the last shootout I got a dimple on my face Its nothing, I can go after Mase fan base Shell hit my jaw, I aint wait for doc to get it out Hit my wisdom tooth, I spit it out I dont smile a lot cause aint nothin pretty Got a purple heart for war and I aint never left the city Hoes be like Fiddy, you so witty On the dick like they heard I ghostwrite for P. Diddy You got fat while we starve, its my turn I done felt how the shells burn, I still wont learn Wont learn If you get shot and run to the cops, you not like me You aint got no work on the block, you not like me Its hot, you aint got no drop, you not like me Like me, dude, you not like me If you get shot and run to the cops, you not like me You aint got no work on the block, you not like me Its hot, you aint got no drop, you not like me Like me, dude, you not like me Mama said everything that happened to us, was part of Gods plan So at night when I talk to him I got my gun in my hand Dont think Im crazy cause I dont fear man Cause I fear when I kill a man God wont understand I got a head full of evil thoughts, am I Satan? I been couldve killt these niggas, Im still waitin In the telly with two whores, Benz with two doors 32 karats in the cross, no flaws You see me in the hood, I got at least two guns I carry the Glock, Tony carry my M-1 Hold me down, nigga, OGs tryin to rock me Ds waiting for my response to lock me This is my hustle, nigga, dont knock me You need some shit with a banana clip to try and stop me Im the one If you get shot and run to the cops, you not like me You aint got no work on the block, you not like me Its hot, you aint got no drop, you not like me Like me, dude, you not like me If you get shot and run to the cops, you not like me You aint got no work on the block, you not like me Its hot, you aint got no drop, you not like me Like me, dude, you not like me See, I done been to the Pearly Gates, they sent me back Good die young, I aint eligible for that I shot niggas, I been shot, sold crack in the street My attitude is gangsta, so I stay in some beef You wanna get acquainted with me, you wanna know me From 3 point range with a Glock, I shoot better than Kobe See a nigga standing next to me, he probably my Co-D See a bitch getting in my whip, she probably gon blow me See the flow is like a .38, it’s special yall A country boy tell ya I’m finna to blow I’m more like a pimp than a trick, you know You see, I’m in this for the paper, but I don’t love the hoes Niggas broke in the hood worryin about mines Grown ass men wearing starter kit shines You know em little pieces with the little stones Got little clientele fiends call your cell phones When the gossipin start, Im always the topic You too old for that shit, dawg, won’t you stop it? Shorty, Ive been watching you watching me Now you tell me what you like more, my watch or me? Ha ha If you get shot and run to the cops, you not like me You aint got no work on the block, you not like me Its hot, you aint got no drop, you not like me Like me, dude, you not like me If you get shot and run to the cops, you not like me You aint got no work on the block, you not like me Its hot, you aint got no drop, you not like me Like me, dude, you not like me23Embed

I’m On Everything Lyrics All these little young kids aint got no direction Shit, these lil kids is on everything Syrup, painkillers, cigarette, weed Hennessy, vodka, hah-hah-huh, hah-hah Im on everything, Im on everything Im on everything, Im on everything Im on syrup, painkillers, cigarette, weed Hennessy, vodka, hah-hah-huh, hah-hah Im on everything, Im on everything Im on everything, Im on everything I’m on syrup, painkillers, cigarette, weed Henny-Henny, sober dont interest me, Im on everythi-i-ing Bout to sniff the liquor like its cai-ai-ai-ai-aine Thats how high I am, Im blowed I take painkillers to ease the pain, though I aint in pain No, we ain’t the same , you drunk, I’m on everything Sick when I kick it, gout, me, soberin up? Ha! ALF Cash rules everything, acid tab, hash, shrooms I done woke up with a fuckin tiger in my bathroom I am fuckin hah , hah Hah , hah Menace to society, I feel sorry for your mother Me and Vishis on shrooms, call us the Mario Brothers Back down , we never back down Never laid out , cant put my back down Im on; syrup, painkillers, cigarette, weed Hennessy, vodka, hah-hah-huh, hah-hah Im on everything, Im on everything Im on everything, Im on everything Painkillers, I call em cane pillars, cause to hold me up When I take em, I need a cane and pillars, Im on everything Sick when I kick it, barf! Me, sobering up? fart Fart! Ill crush your brain like a pill crusher, lets crush a pill, yeah Fuck, I think I just crushed my last Tylenol 3 up Grab the key up off the counter to the camper, left the crib Man, whoda knew that three in the morning Id still be up? Could barely see up over the steering wheel, crashed the whip Tore a tree up, on my way to the dealer’s, tryna re-up Call me Brett Favre, spell it F-A-V-R-E, yup It’s wrong, other words, I just fucked my RV up! Bitch, it’s on again, yeah, break that Klonopin in half While I smoke some chronic in the cab with Donovan McNabb And I dye my hair back blonde again and laugh I’m the real macaroni, you cheesy bitch I’m demonic with the Kraft There’s a devil in my noodle, you – angel hair pasta Flows dreaded like some fuckin tangled hair Rasta-farian Jamaican, relax, man, I’ll send a fuckin axe at you If you insist on a fuckin accent Bad and Evil is back with an epidural, check ya girl Cause after we prop you up, were proppin her up So, baby, come put ya feet up in these stirrups Your boyfriend better find another fuckin hornets nest to stir up We rap like we’re on Im on; syrup, painkillers, cigarette, weed Hennessy, vodka, hah-hah-huh, hah-hah (Im on everything, Im on everything Im on everything, Im on everything) Im on; syrup, painkillers, cigarette, weed Hennessy, vodka, hah-hah-huh, hah-hah (Im on everything, Im on everything Im on everything, Im on everything) I’m on syrup, painkillers, cigarette, speed Henny – heh, classic! It’s Eminem and him again, my sentiments exactly I told that bitch to get at me, then the bitch attacked me Kid you not, I’m lit up as fuck Tablecloth tucked in my pants til Im hearing dishes drop As I walk away from my dinner with schmucks Then I enter the front of the K-Mart shopping center With a coupon book and a hundred and ten bucks And a bunch of change, and a wife beater with a mustard stain I’ll crush your brain like I’m crushin pills What the fuck’s the mothafuckin deal? This shit’s making me feel like I’m tryna do a mothafuckin cartwheel up a hill How many bars? How many tabs of A-C-I-D? Y-E-S Cause Im sniffin M-Y E-X, F-U-C-Kd up, and it’s obvious Smoke and Henny in my chest, I’m B-A-N-A-N-A-S I’m a C-O-C-O-N-U-T, put this CD in, then you’ll see The sequel to Scary Movie Bad is to Evil, a roofie to Roethlisberger You dont wanna wind up six feet deep under that shits creek So I hope that you bought preservers You could put a turd on the plate Silverware and a tablecloth to serve us You don’t bring shit to the table Im in your grill like a Seville when the moth gets murdered Youre pushin the envelope When I’m shovin’ that whole post office further Right off the surface of this earth Into the darkest and the farthest corners How many bars? How many bars? Maui Wowie, Sour Diesel How many jars to all my people I’ll be to Mars, mommy, come on She can actually wrap my nutsack Round the back of her neck in a bathroom stall Or she could just puke from sippin this piss From my 24-inch catheter cord I’m the type that’ll take a bath with a whore Drown her, bang her head on the passenger door While I’m stashing her in the back, smacking her forehead On the dash til its accidentally blowin, the Benz Jeep horn My friends be knowin that when I’m on a binge, I’m stingy Even when I’m ten deep in a room at the MGM With Lindsay Lohan and she on Syrup, painkillers, cigarette, weed Hennessy, vodka54Embed

We As Americans Lyrics Theres an intruder in my house He cut my phone line; cant dial out I scream fuck police, but I doubt Theyre gonna hear me when I shout A couple of cocktailsll send me to jail Theres a couple of cops hot on my trail, but this time When I get pulled over theres a Doberman Pinscher And a pit bull in the seat, these pigsll get bit Foolin with me, quit foolin with me Bitch, youre gonna see no pistol in the seat Why it always gotta be an issue when youre me? And which youre gonna see in the long run, Ima be the wrong one You wanna harass with this limo-tinted glass Flashin that flashlight on my ass — where was you at Last night when them assholes ran up on my grass? Rapper slash actor, kiss the crack of my cracker slash ass They took away my right to bear arms What Im posed to fight with, bare palms? Yeah, right! They comin with bombs Im comin with flare guns; we as Americans We as Americans, us as a citizen Gotta protect ourselves, look at how shit has been We better check ourselves, livin up in these streets Through worse and through better health, survivin by any means We as Americans, us as a citizen We are Samaritans, what do we get us in? We better check ourselves, look at how shit has been Take a look where you live, this is America, and we are Americans I make beaucoup bucks, wearin beaucoup vests Drama hangin over my head like a voodoo hex I coulda been next to fly over the cuckoos nest With you-know-who, with an S tattooed to my chest But Ive finessed it, now Ive got the industry pissy Ever since me and Dre split it fifty-fifty on 50 Its funny, we got a buzz spreadin quicker Than makin paper airplanes out of a twenty Fuck money! I dont rap for dead presidents Id rather see the President Its never been said, but I set precedents And the standards and they cant stand it My name shoulda been Bastard, the shit shoulda been plastered On my forehead with a stamp, I shoulda been blasted I shoulda been had a cap put in my ass But Im too swift and fast for that, Im past it Im too old to go and cruise Gratiot — fuck that shit! I done seen how fast this rap shit Can turn into some pap-pap shit, that quick, snap click But this time, they got the fuckin automatic Aint no one gon test this man — clack We as Americans, us as a citizen Gotta protect ourselves, look at how shit has been We better check ourselves, livin up in these streets Through worse and through better health, survivin by any means We as Americans, us as a citizen We are Samaritans, what do we get us in? We better check ourselves, look at how shit has been Take a look where you live, this is America, and we are Americans I got a secret if you can keep it between us I tuck two ninas under my jeans, either side of my penis Under my long johns, under my Sean Johns One run-in with the long arm of the law, Im long gone Ima do five years — no less than that, no questions asked So it might be a good idea that I stop right here And quit while Im ahead, already in the red Already got a steady infrared meant for my head A target on my back, bigger problems than that Bin Laden on my ass, he probably gon send a task I aint gon even ask, they aint gon let me pack They aint gon give me my semi, but I got my weed back We as Americans, us as a citizen Gotta protect ourselves, look at how shit has been We better check ourselves, livin up in these streets Through worse and through better health, survivin by any means We as Americans, us as a citizen We are Samaritans, what do we get us in? We better check ourselves, look at how shit has been Take a look where you live, this is America, and we are Americans56Embed

Eminem Freestyles on Tim Westwood | 2010 Lyrics Slammer Jammer Yeah, turn it up Alchemist Uh, uh, uh Aight Yeah, its on to me first? Ill do the first verse Ladies and gentlemen, I wanna rap in on the turntables Aight, look Welcome to the ill world of Mr. P-O Ay, keep the talk, B, Im tryna see dough If it aint about bread, what we gon speak fo? If it aint no lead, then it aint no beef, bro You better get a leash cause yo freak ho Specialize in wood like she Home Depot Im like Chico DeBarge, we stars Roscoe P. Coltrane in these bars Man, Amtrak, Ill break her damn back Man, its Ralph Lauren, this aint no damn Chaps Its all Polo, Im so pro, though You bird-crazy; El Pollo Loco Talkin about cheese and this aint no photo Askin about rings like the ho know Frodo You better get out of my house and- pfft I think I threw up in my mouth a bit Im sick Niggas be lyin, talkin about they bust a heater Once I see him, maybe more like Justin Bieber Leavin my rivals underground, like Skyzoos, how I do Ill have him layin in the street, and Bleedin, butt-naked wit a Bullet in his motherfuckin head like Erykah Badu I find irony in bein in a place Where Im wearin Gucci, mane, gettin whiteboy wasted I tell a nigga: break bread or take lead Im tryna get rid of this weight, like K-Fed Me and Denaun got a gangsta bond We like that once-in-a-lifetime thing to you, that aint the prom The next emcee that rhyme official, with ref, with a whistle That aint Young Money, Ima definitely diss you If you rhymin packin a MAC with back of the Acura Perhaps you cant match my spectacular vernacular You still rhymin bottles with models, college with knowledge Usin the word swagger, youre probably garbage You thugs funny, comparin 59 to anybody You comparin Superman to Bugs Bunny Yeah Yo, yo clears throat Aight Im like a white Michael – Vick, psycho enough to stick Michael J. Fox in a microwave with a Rott I might make a little Alizé with a side of NyQuil And ride a motorcycle bike right through the side of my high school Satans disciple wit a sniper rifle and a knife And a white diaper, liable to shit on you while I snipe you So dope, he gets off opiates, what an appropriate Way to start off his day!, he may just smart off to Dre He may be hard to contain, cause his rage is so hard to gauge See, Hannibal ate his face, and met Jason, gnawed off his leg Amazin hard-on for razors and blades and anything sharp Even poisonous darts, it all plays a major part of his game Holy water wont ward him off, crucifixes wont do the trick Hes so sick, its ridiculous, sawed the crazy part off his brain and hes still insane Whys there bloodstains on his carpet, mane? Theres some crazy shit goin on in Shadys apartment again, ooh! Okay, I guess its back to me Aight, look Okay, its back to the blocks, slingin yay like the old days Superman on the beat, I carry my whole state You wooden legs to a house: you cant hold weight Oh shit, its OShea Jackson… okay A little bit of this twisted out with Obama in it Mr. Porter back with anthrax, like Osama sent him Bitch, Im all that, I drive the girls crazy They gotta look at Rorschachs to get they thoughts back I aint a small fry, small ticker, small tack I make em all cry with big dick and raw sack The potbrood of science to return a raw rap Im the best, mane; Eli Porter stance Alchemist Yeah, yeah-yeah Yall bitches should call Nickle the Don Bishop A poet, a mixture of Don Goines and John Grisham Flowll have you rewindin it four or five times That landmine rhyme written with porcupine line Step up in here with the Slaughterhouse C.O.B. Gang will approach you And bend your gun barrel to a horseshoe Only fuck with monsters, we the truth Monsters will pop up on you Like you said Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice. I cant even see the booth, I could fit in Stevies shoe Im sick, I got the Desert Eagle flu Im rich, lil nigga, we dont need a cent, we Teflon The doctor tried to take blood, the needle bent; ask Mom Outta my mind if you can imagine Usin Magics johnson without a condom, Im bonkers Got the streets goin, dude, its tremendous If I come for your blood, I aint gon be usin syringes Uh Yo, yeah Yeah, can you turn it up a little bit? Newsflash, Im still trash Them pills shoulda killed my ass But they didnt; they just made me stronger Its like they rebuilt my ass Like the Six Million Dollar Man after the crash Its Aftermath, bitch! And my milk glass is still half-empty Yeah, tempt me, Hell isnt enough They need to invent somewhere new to send me As sick as Im getting Theyll stick me in a conventional oven With a rotisserie setting and wont even notice me sweating Shit, I done made a verse, said some foul shit Tryna go back fix it, fucked around, and just made it worse Yeah, Im back, looking no worse for wear Got these haters mad enough to rip off their hair And start punchin the air Panties so in a bunch that they cant function Its Shady and Royce, fuck yeah! What a dysfunctional pair! So stop actin like a punk, get a pair! Take a pill and fall the fuck out, spill your lunch in the chair! Aight, round three Aight, is it, is it Okay, aight Uh-uh, uh-uh Uh-uh, uh-uh Look, Im sick, somebody better get the Dimetapp Who I gotta shoot just to prove that I can rap? People ask where my shine is at I say check the liner notes, I done-done all kinda crap I am so much of a star, bitch That I can fart and piss on the red carpet Look, my bank accounts retarded My debit cards got a helmet and a harness Hey, meet demands, but they all are harmless At shows my riders always the largest I need four pounds of fried poultry carcass And red M&Ms chartered from Charlotte Look, and if you try to act dumb and start shit I just yell at em, like, Im the artist! Infected — you know the deal If you wanna play sick, we can all get ill Look, measles, mumps I made you bitches, I dont need you chumps Yall got cheese and I need my chunks Hurry up, so I can go to burn rubber And get some more dunks Mic check one-two, one-two Okay-okay-okay, yeah-yeah Mic check one-two Slaughterhouse, Alchemist Check it, check it Now, if your attitude determines your latitude This house that we call hip-hop, Im in the attic, fool A mic and two turntables, fit for the unstable Converted to a padded room Keep a street sweeper; in fact, I call the mag a broom You seein beef, seein things You mustve had yourself a bag of shrooms I make a call, make em fake a fall My clique is too sick, say goodbye In the streets where the stakes is high, like Ruths Chris Im from the city of true shit Where the mayor went to jail For bein a player right after Proof split Levels the head of competitors, Royce that Im drinkin everyday til Hex Murda get his regular voice back Ras, I got ya, look scared at ya, blast from ya From a block away; ask Tricky, Im that niggie Im more hooder than black Dickies I rap like committin suicide in the booth, takin the track with me Patróns in my chromosomes In order to leave it alone, you have to ween me off That Lorena Bobbitt chopper will knock a weenie off Put your body between chalk Im squeezin the 9 iron, like Im swingin golf Im with the best rapper alive, put somethin on it Your sounds plain as a cheeseburger with nothin on it Uh, yo Ill do a hundred-yard dash just to slash Kim Kardash In the ass with a shard of glass from Nick Hogans car crash You may look like the passenger for that, dont be a smartass Yeah, laugh while you sit there thinkin that the hard part passed You aint seen pain til Leatherface flips mane Ill cut your fuckin balls off, homie, my saws off the chain I chopped the bitch in half with it, sawed off her legs And the top half of the torso fuckin crawled off insane I aint seen shit like that since I went to Mike Jacks Took the Elephant Mans skull, fucked it, and put it right back Handed my dick to Bubbles while he sucked it and licked my nut sack Gave him a reach-around while I fucked him right in his butt crack Nah, I aint takin it back, faggot, fuck that! I give a fuck about nothin, so heres where you fucked up at Dont go touchin that can, man you dont wanna open up that Wait a min, ah, shit… Alchemist, cut that! Damn, that was real hip-hop, kid streetcorner in the neck hip-hop Thanks a lot, guys 16Embed

Hail Mary Lyrics Makaveli rest in peace Irv Gotti, too much Bacardi in his body Mouth like a 12-gauge shotty And Ja said he shall be The lost forgotten seed of 2Pac To lead this industry into the ways of the man Follow me! Keep my mesh vest as Pacs vest Come get me If you muthafuckas want Shady If Pac was still here now He would never ride with Ja Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah You aint no killa, you a pussy That Ecstasy done got you all emotional and mushy Bitches wearin rags in photos, Jas words bein quoted In The Source, stealin Pacs shit like he just wrote it You loud mouths pray to God, hopin no ones listenin See 50 comin for me, oh my god, ma—my position No onell pay attention to me Please Gotti, here I go, give me this pill Ecstasy done got me feelin so invincible And now all of a sudden Im a fuckin madman who screams Like Im Pac, but Im not, enemies, Hennessey Actin like Im great, but Im fake, Im crazy Sweat drip, get me off this trip, someone stop this train Some say my brain is all corrupted, fucked from this shit Im stuck, Im addicted to these drugs, Ima quit Sayin muthafuckas names before somebody fucks me up Aint no pussies over here, partner, see you in hell, fucka Come get me Motherfucker if you want Shady If Pac was still here now He would never ride with Ja Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah Get off that E Fore you try to come and fuck with me Its Aftermath here now Shady Records got it locked La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-locked Penitentiaries is packed with promise makers Never realized the precious time that bitch niggas is wastin Institutionalized, my bitches bring me product by the bundles Hustle hard from a cell, G-Unit muthafucka, we ballin Catch me countin cheese and when Im callin, can you accept my call C.O. let me sip on Hennessey, can I sip some more Hell, I done been to jail, I aint scared Mama checkin in my bedroom, I aint there I got a head with no screws in it Muthafuckas thinkin they can stop 50, they losin it Lil nigga named Ja think he live like me Talkin bout he left the hospital, took 9 like me You live in fantasies, nigga, I reject your deposit When your lil sweet ass gon come out of the closet? Now he wonderin why DMX blowed him out Next time grown folks talkin, bitch, close your mouth Peep me, I take this war shit deeply Done seen too many real niggas ball to let these bitch niggas beat me black Yous a muthafuckin punk and you can see me with gloves Quit scarin them fuckin kids with your ugly ass mug And you can tell them niggas you roll with whatever you want But you and I know whats goin on Nigga payback, Tah, I know your bitch ass from way back Witnessed me strapped with Macs, you know I don’t play that All these old rappers tryin to advance Its all over now, take it like a man Irv lookin like Larry Holmes, flabby and sick Tryna play hate on my shit, man, eat a fat dick Lovin this shit thats how you made me Feelin like I got you niggas crazy Against all odds, hopin my thug muthafuckas know This be the realest shit I ever wrote Against all odds, up in the studio gettin blow To the truest shit I ever spoke 21 gun salute Bitch! Ive been one of the most humble, rep the streets to the core Hey Jeffrey, what the fuck you come involvin me for Its been a long time comin, like a bless and a check You see 106 and Park fans dont even fuckin respect you Its kinda funny, wannabe Pac, wanna fake like you thug Runnin around talkin shit that he aint capable of Now let me off this cocksucker whilst we handle you, nigga If I recall, Violator use to manage you, nigga Then took a closer look and realized you was an impostor Theres never been a Violator on a Murda Inc. roster Dumbass, now whos shootin? Ah made you look You said Bus singin the same old hook, you stupid If yall shootin, I take a look at your man The bitch shot himself in front of Def Jam Cheddar Bob ass nigga, start adjustin your plan You let the streets down nigga, pologize to your fans Watch you pull a little stunt like we aint know what it was Little faggot desperate tryin to re-establish a buzz I know the shit is drivin you crazy, you wonderin how The streets aint never want you Beatrice, what you gonna do now? Now if you wanna beef with me, then Im beefin with you I think about the game and what its like and what would it be without you You finished, I aint tryin to repeat this Just cause Im cool, you shouldnt take my kindness for weakness Oh shit, it was fun Next time you got a problem with me Address me before you try to make shit a public issue, homie Now Ima return back to my regular self And have fun again Hahaha, BITCH! Haha OUTLAWZ, haha Makaveli the don, haha Since you want to be 2Pac, motherfucker, hahaha 2Pac shoes too big for you to walk in you lil faggot, hahaha 27Embed

Quitter Lyrics Yo I dedicate this to you To all my fans, keeping yall in health Lets tell this Whitey Ford to go fuck himself Cause its cruel when you cause a bad heart condition and Which I create, cause thats my mission So listen close, to what we say Because this type of fag claims to never be gay I knew you was jealous from the day that I met you I upset you, cause I get respect, I bet you Im even liked better by your niece and nephew And now you hate Fred because Lethal left you Peckerwood mad cause his record went wood No respect in the hood, fled to his neck of the woods Got in touch with his roots, found the redneck in his blood And said, Heck, country-western rap records are good So he picks the guitar up and he strums a few notes He cant rap, or sing, but he wants to do both Puts an album out and rules for part of the year Then Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit come from out of nowhere Its the start of an era, rock raps harder this year No ones tryin to hear some fucking old fart in a chair Sittin on stage, strummin acoustic guitar in your ear So you start to get scared, sit back and spark an idea Figure you can diss me to jump start your career? I punch you in your fucking chest til your heart kicks in gear And fuck your underground buddies nameless crew Like Imma say they names so they can be famous too You just a quitter and you bitter cause I came along And the days of House of Pain are gone And if you talk about my little girl in a song again Imma kill you, Imma kill you You just a quitter and you bitter cause I came along And the days of House of Pain are gone And if you talk about my little girl in a song again Imma kill you, I swear to God, Imma kill you Heart attack to stroke from the crack you smoke To the rap you wrote, your fuckin answer backs a joke And Imma tell these motherfuckin fans the truth The reason why you dissed me first and I answered you You said I passed you in a lobby and I glanced at you Like I aint notice you? Bitch, I had a show to do Like Im supposed to be star-struck, come over to you You better shut your fuckin mouth while you O-for-two Back in 94, Limp opened the show for you Rocked the crowd better and stole the whole show from you Took your motherfuckin DJ and stole him too So you fall in a slump and get all emotional So now you sing and mix slang with blues and pluck strings Confused as fuck cause now your music sucks dick Mr.-Mr. Ass Kisser to get accepted in rap quicker But never last, and Everlast is a Quitter and you bitter cause I came along And the days of House of Pain are gone And if you talk about my little girl in a song again Imma kill you, Imma kill you You just a quitter and you bitter cause I came along And the days of House of Pain are gone And if you talk about my little girl in a song again Imma kill you, I swear to God, Imma kill you Aight, look So this is what we ask of our fans If you ever see Everlast, whoop his ass Hit him with sticks, bricks, rocks, throw shit at him Kick him, spit on him, treat him like a hoe, bitch-slap him Do it for me, do it for Fred, do it for Limp Do it for Rock, do it for rap, do it for Kid Do it for Ice-T, do it just to do it, fuck it Hes a bitch, he aint gon hit you back, hes nothin Shit, in five years well all be eatin at Whiteys And hell be bussin tables in that bitch, cleanin the toilets Ayo, fuck this, cut this shit off Ayo Head Thats why I fucked your mother, you fat motherfucker Kill Whitey Kill Whitey, Detroit Kill Whitey, yo, yo Kill Whitey, haha, look First off, fuck your songs and the shit you say Diss my wife, but at least I got a bitch, you gay You claim to be a Muslim, but you Irish White So fuck you, fat boy, drop the mic, lets fight Plus, I punch you in the chest, weak hearts I rip Whitey Ford, 40 and white, lethargic ass dickhead I keep em comin while you runnin out of breath Steady duckin while Im punchin at your chest, you need to rest Dilated, go ask your people how I leave ya With your three CDs nobody sees, when they released Evidence, dont fuck around with real MCs You aint ready for no underground beef, so fuck geeks I let you faggots know its on for life But Everlast might die tonight, haha! Fat boy murdered on wax and killed Fuck with me and take a heart pill, you know Grab .380s when you see Slim Shady Call the doctor to heal your heart They shocked you back to life at the clinic But you bout to get relapsed any minute, honkey, I hit em up Hahaha Yo, check this out You faggots aint even on my level Imma let D12 ride on you bitch-made ass faggots Yo Get out the way, yo, get out the way, yo Whitey Fords heart just stopped Eminem shocked him back, he had another heart attack Whitey Fords gettin his ass floored for talkin back Little faggot Hamburgular, I show you where the burgers are At your own restaurant, while Im servin ya Drop and stomp your whole heart til it stops Call the cops, Imma beat your ass while they watch Haha Now we got the whole industry makin fun of you, Erik Wheres your House of Pain now? Its only one of you, Erik You a petty coward, you aint ready to steady go a round With some killers from 7 Mile to the motherfuckin Belle Isle Bridge Grab .380s when you see Slim Shady Call the doctor to heal your heart They shocked you back to life at the clinic But you bout to get relapsed any minute, honkey, I hit em up Got in his ass and now this faggot wanna mention me still? This aint no freestyle battle, Everlast gettin killed With his chest open Tryna throw a fuckin punch, but you just chokin Having a stroke and now you learn why crackers never earned a dime Cause you suck, motherfucker, you should learn to rhyme Talkin about you packin pistols, but its funny to me You aint never been in trouble, you just wanna be me Im a paleface killer whale On his way to fuckin prison, pistol whippin tail Ha, Erik, remember when I passed you in the lobby that day? That shit was obvious, you probly was gay Ha, now its all about country, you gave up hip-hop Forty-nine-thousand copies the week your shit drop While my sales making records break Two and a half million scanned by the second week Motherfucker, I hit em up, haha Im from Detroits Pemberton Ave. where bullets tear you in half Fuck the music, we got a Uzi for all you fags Get the shit out of our stereo, Dilated, you violated Now you bout to get annihilated, we gon bury you Iriscience get choked up and yoked up All you underground bitches, get your throats cut What the fuck, is you stupid? I choke Whitey Ford with his fucking guitar cord And stuff him in cardboard, chopped up in a box With sixteen parts, I stomped on his heart D-12, Amityville, fuck your mother while you watch Keep your restaurant locked and block your door Cause we hit em up like motherfuckin 2Pac Shakur You a Black Jesus, heart attack, seizures Too many cheeseburgers, McDonalds Big Mac greases White devil, washed-up honkey Mixed up cracker who crossed over to country Yo, ayo cut this shit off Sheeeit! Fuck him! Thats it, Im done, I promise, Im done Thats it, Im sorry Im sorry, Im sorry, I promise I just believe in kicking a man while hes down Goddamn! I quit! Mention my daughters name in a song again, you fucking punk Ayo!23Embed

Foolish Pride Lyrics Yo man, yo Marsh, man Yo, youve been kickin all this shit about yourself What of the homies, man? Oh you want one about the posse? Alright Ole foolish pride, oh, oh, oh, ole foolish pride Oh, oh, oh, ole foolish pride, oh, oh, oh, ole foolish pride Well, foolish pride has a lot of things to say You got foolish pride, like you got tooth decay But tooth decay is another problem So lets take this ole foolish pride problem and solve it Now, when I talk about foolish pride I mean blacks and whites taking different sides When blacks and whites take different sides Unity never happens, and we will subside We will subside and hatred will release And everything will just crush that peace But when we crush that peace, you see we start hatin each other But remember, you are my brother, and you are my sister Just like Im a mister I seen a black girlfriend and I kissed her I kissed her, I placed it on her cheek And she didnt come back til next week Now it was next week and she was back again Wanting to kiss a white kid So she was my girlfriend, we started going out But thats okay because we were black and white Blacks and whites sometimes mix But black girls only want your money cause theyre dumb chicks So Ima say like this Dont date a black girl, take it as a diss If you want, but if you dont Ima tell you like this, I surely wont Never date a black girl because blacks only want your money And that shit aint funny So Ima say, Look, honey Why do you do this? You know, you step up to me like you a Brutus Then you try to grab my spinach Because its green and thats cash So get outta here, cause I dont need your ass I said that before, but thats okay because, like I said, youre a whore Black girls and white girls just dont mix Because black girls are dumb and white girls are good chicks White girls are good, I like white girls I like white girls all over the world White girls are fine and they blow my mind And thats why Im here now telling you this rhyme Cause black girls, I really dont like We dont mix, its like riding a bike When youre peddling hard, uphill both ways You know its kinda hard and thats why I say to you Im giving you a little advice Dont date a black girl, if you do it once, you wont do it twice You wont ever do it again because theyll take your money And that aint funny So Ima say, Look, honey Ive already said that before But like I said again youre nothing but a big whore So when Mike catch on the bass line Thats okay cause we will not just waste time Ill get straight to the point, black girls are bitches Thats why Ima tell you, you better pull up your britches Cause all that cash is making your ass drag From the boyfriend you ganked and thats pretty bad I mean thats pretty sad when youre dating a black guy And then you turn around and fuck another big black guy Now thats pretty wrong, but youre just ganking But thats okay because you need a god damn spanking From me, the funky M&M Im busting rhymes and Im swallowing phlegm Im busting a freestyle just like this I say, swallowing phlegm and Howard gets pissed But when Howard gets pissed thats okay Because he leaves and he doesnt show up for two more days So Ill just worry about that problem when I come to it Ill cross that bridge when I come to it Cause— I forgot the chorus But thats okay cause yall saying, Bust a rhyme for us So Ima bust another rhyme about this black girl She turned out to be a fuckin wack girl A wack girl, because black girls aint funny All they want is your goddamn money They take you for everything youve got And then you stand with a bunch of snot in your hand So Ima kick it to you just like this How does the chorus go? I forgot But thats okay, cause Ima tell you in stride Ima say, Ole foolish pride Ole foolish pride, oh, oh, oh, ole foolish pride Oh, oh, oh, ole foolish pride, oh, oh, oh, ole foolish pride Oh, oh, oh, ole foolish pride, oh, oh, oh, ole foolish pride Oh, oh, oh, ole foolish pride, oh, oh, oh Date a white girl, cause they got the raw hide19Embed

Echo Lyrics All around The world theres an echo As he takes A bow, and they all know All the girls, the boys They chase the noise Through the highs and through the lows They will follow the echo Echo, echo, echo They will follow the echo Echo, echo It seems like no matter what I do, I just cant get away from them Get away from what? The voices I can hear em callin, callin, callin, callin, callin me I eat rappers, with the rhyme, consume em The only fucking thing that you consume is time, Im super human My world is like a Rubiks Cube, its too complex girl You assuming, Cupids looming, my mentalitys caveman stupid woman My life is Truman Show, all I have is music, ho I stopped chasing every chick under the sun many moons ago, so pretend my dick is a balloon and blow But you better put a fork in it if you think I’ma lay here just spooning, yo Oh, you think you the shit cause I just said you was beautiful? Diabolical to my last molecule, down to my last hair follicle and cuticle Rotten to the core to the bone cold all the way down to my soul from my head to my toe Ever since I was 13 I learned how to sew and sewed shut my own bootyhole Cause I aint took no shit since I looked down to my nuts and saw my first pubic grow I told these stupid hoes when I come back I’ma set this bitch on fire! And this time I dont mean Ima pour gasoline on some chick and light her Cause this time when I fuck this world I’ma put the whole goddamn dick inside her I aint even put my tip in that hole yet, Ima go get Nickel and try to rip it wider All around The world theres an echo As he takes A bow, and they all know All the girls, the boys They chase the noise Through the highs and through the lows They will follow the echo Echo, echo, echo They will follow The echo, echo, echo Shh! Did you hear that? Somebody just said something Is anybody there? I can hear em callin, callin, callin, callin, callin me Classical poems, battle my own demons, I need a glass of Patron Bad as I need a horn stabbing my clavicle bone, Im matador prone First time I seen a desert eagle I was letting the .44 buss, the .44 pop The first time you seen one, you was eating coco puffs, looking at Robocop I am not a man, Im a logo, Im a such thang In order to clean my veins you need Saleen, Im never referring to the solution, I’m talking about more like the Mustang Vroom! Get respect from the get-go, hello! Step to the echo, echo, echo Pen got a mind of its own, got to write my rhymes with a timer Otherwise I’ll probably vibe out to a nine minute song As the echo follows the Maserati, as the petrol swallows Im a thousand bodies away from a skeleton, check your Bible inside it Itll say this guys an elephant, I’m fly like I’m killing the scene like I’m a villain with wings, I’ll sleep when I’m 6 feet deep Right now I’m living a dream, though we may be reckless The ladies check us, they whisper Shady Records, baby echo! All, around, the world, theres an echo As, he takes, a bow, and they all know All the girls, the boys, they chase the noise Through the highs and through the lows They will follow the echo, echo, echo, echo41Embed

Paul Lyrics Hey Em, Its Paul Umm, I listened to the new album Umm, are you really gonna just reply to everybody who You dont like what they have to say Uh, about you or the stuff youre working on? I mean, I dont know if thats really a great idea Its-its like, whats next? Kamikaze 2 The album where you reply to everybody Who didnt like the album that you made replying to everybody That didnt like the previous album? Its a slippery slope I-I dont know if its a really good idea Umm, anyway, hit me back48Embed

Ken Kaniff Lyrics Uhh... Uhh... oh yeah Uhh, suck it Oh, fuck yeah Oh, Shaggy Uhh This is why they call you 2 Dope, aint it? Uhh, fuck yeah Uhh, take it out, take it out Uhh, now give something to J Uhh, Violent J Ooh, dont bite it, dont be violent with it, ow Just suck it, nice and slow Yeah... uhh Uhh, fuck yeah You got.. uhh, now give it back to Shaggy He was sucking it better, uhh, now say my name Say my name What? Oh, fuck you guys! G-Give me my dick back! Fuck you guys! If you want Eminem, you can have Eminem! Fuck you guys, Imma leaving! No! Ken, wait! I-I- Aw, damn! Nice going, Shaggy!20Embed

Love Me Lyrics You dont see me in the hood Thats cause Im doin this, man Niggas, Im still grindin , I still hearin those sirens Im still gettin chased by those lights Only the lights lime, and my mics on And my time is none, because Im writin more And I aint here to meet a soul in this business Im here to eat, speak, until these hoes feel this And I cant let yall derail me, man I got Young Kobie, homie, you gotta let go of Obie Cause Obie be back We got them craps goin on and that ac goin on Soon as a nigga touch down, back from tourin Its whatever , put that on the cheddar, man But in the meantime, its Jimmy Iovine time Chase cheese, rhyme til my voice give out This is it my niggas, this what we boast about Now Im here, so shut your motherfuckin mouth And show me love, bitch I just wanna love ya For the rest of my life I wanna hold you in the mornin Hold you through the night I just wanna love ya For the rest of my life I wanna hold you in the mornin Hold you through the night Theres a certain mystique when I speak, that you notice, thats sorta unique Cause you know its me, my poetrys deep And Im Stillmatic, the way I flow to this beat You cant sit still, its like tryna smoke crack and go to sleep Im strapped, its known any minute I could snap Im the equivalent of what would happen if Bush rapped I bully these rappers so bad lyrically It aint even funny, I aint even hungry, it aint even money You cant pay me enough for you to play me, its cockamanie You just aint zany enough to rock with Shady My noodle is cock-a-doodle, my clocks cuckoo I got screws loose, yeah, the whole kit and caboodle Im just brutal, its no rumor, Im numero uno Assume it, theres no humor in it no more, you know Im rollin with a swollen bowlin ball in my bag You need a fag to come and tear a new hole in my ass You better love me, bitch I just wanna love ya For the rest of my life I wanna hold you in the mornin Hold you through the night I just wanna love ya For the rest of my life I wanna hold you in the mornin Hold you through the night My buzz is crazy in the hood, they holla my name If it aint about the flow, its bout the stones and the chain If I was you, Id love me too, I roll like a boss 911 Porsche same color as cranberry sauce I aint gon front, I thought R. Kelly was the shit Let me find out he fuckin round with Bow Wow bitch Niggas eatin popcorn right, rewindin the tape Now shorty mama in precinct, hollerin rape Im convinced, man, somethin really wrong with these hoes I thought Lil Kim was hot, til she start fuckin with her nose I used to listen to Lauryn Hill, and tap my feet Then the bitch put out a CD and didnt have no beats That boy DAngelo, he determined not to fail That nigga went butt-ass, for his record to sell My back shotsll help Ashanti hit them high notes And Big been taught Charli BMore to deep-throat I just wanna love ya For the rest of my life I wanna hold you in the mornin Hold you through the night I just wanna love ya For the rest of my life I wanna hold you in the mornin Hold you through the night 43Embed

Break Stuff Lyrics Its just one of those days when you dont wanna wake up Everything is fucked, everybody sucks You dont really know why, but you wanna justify Rippin someones head off No human contact, and if you interact Your life is on contract Your best bet is to stay away, motherfucker! Its just one of those days Its all about the he says/she says bullshit I think you better quit lettin shit slip Or youll be leavin with a fat lip Its all about the he says/she says bullshit I think you better quit talkin that shit Its just one of those days, feelin like a freight train First one to complain leaves with a blood stain Damn right, Im a maniac, you better watch your back Cause Im fuckin up your program! And if youre stuck up, youre just lucked up Next in line to get fucked up Your best bet is to stay away, motherfucker! Its just one of those days Its all about the he says/she says bullshit I think you better quit lettin shit slip Or youll be leavin with a fat lip Its all about the he says/she says bullshit I think you better quit talkin that shit Punk, so come and get it I feel like shit My suggestion is to keep your distance Cause right now Im dangerous Weve all felt like shit and been treated like shit All those motherfuckers that want to step up I hope you know I pack a chainsaw Ill skin your ass raw And if my day keeps goin this way I just might break somethin tonight I pack a chainsaw Ill skin your ass raw And if my day keeps goin this way I just might break somethin tonight I pack a chainsaw Ill skin your ass raw And if my day keeps goin this way I just might break your fuckin face tonight! Give me somethin to break Give me somethin to break Just give me somethin to break How bout your fuckin face? I hope you know I pack a chainsaw A chainsaw A motherfuckin chainsaw So come and get it Its all about the he says/she says bullshit I think you better quit lettin shit slip Or youll be leavin with a fat lip Its all about the he says/she says bullshit I think you better quit talkin that shit, punk So come and get it21Embed

’97 Bonnie & Clyde Lyrics Baby, your dada loves you And Ima always be here for you No matter what happens Youre all I got in this world I would never give you up for nothin Nobody in this world is ever gonna keep you from me I love you Cmon Hai-Hai, we goin to the beach Grab a couple of toys and let Dada strap you in the car seat Oh, wheres Mama? Shes takin a little nap in the trunk Oh, that smell? Dada mustve runned over a skunk Now, I know what youre thinkin, its kind of late to go swimmin But you know your Mama, shes one of those type of women That do crazy things, and if she dont get her way, shell throw a fit Dont play with Dadas toy knife, honey, let go of it And dont look so upset, why you actin bashful? Dont you wanna help Dada build a sandcastle? And Mama said she wants to show you how far she can float And dont worry about that little boo-boo on her throat Its just a little scratch, it dont hurt Her was eatin dinner while you were sweepin And spilled ketchup on her shirt Mamas messy, aint she? Well let her wash off in the water And me and you can play by ourselves, cant we? Just the two of us, just the two of us And when we ride Just the two of us, just the two of us Just you and I Just the two of us, just the two of us And when we ride Just the two of us, just the two of us Just you and I Theres a place called Heaven and a place called Hell A place called prison and a place called jail And Dadas probably on his way to all of em except one Cause Mamas got a new husband and a stepson And you dont want a brother, do ya? Maybe when youre old enough To understand a little better, Ill explain it to ya But for now, well just say Mama was real, real bad Was bein mean to Dad and made him real, real mad But I still feel sad that I put her on time out Sit back in your chair, honey, quit tryna climb out I told you its okay, Hai-Hai, want a ba-ba? Take a night-night? Na-na-boo, goo-goo-ga-ga? Her make poo-poo ca-ca? Dada change your didee Clean the baby up so her can take a nighty-nighty Your dadll wake her up as soon as we get to the water 97 Bonnie and Clyde, me and my daughter Just the two of us, just the two of us And when we ride Just the two of us, just the two of us Just you and I Just the two of us, just the two of us And when we ride Just the two of us, just the two of us Just you and I Wake up, sweepyhead, were here, before we pway Were gonna take Mama for a wittle walk along the pier Baby, dont cry, honey, dont get the wrong idea Mamas too sweepy to hear you scweamin in her ear Thats why you cant get her to wake, but dont worry Dada made a nice bed for Mommy at the bottom of the lake Here, you wanna help Dada tie a rope around this rock? Well tie it to her footsie then well roll her off the dock Ready now, here we go, on the count of free One, two, free, whee There goes Mama, spashin in the water No more fightin with Dad, no more restraining order No more step-dada, no more new brother Blow her kisses bye-bye, tell Mama you love her Now well go play in the sand, build a castle and junk But first, just help Dad with two more things out the trunk Just the two of us, just the two of us And when we ride Just the two of us, just the two of us Just you and I Just the two of us, just the two of us And when we ride Just the two of us, just the two of us Just you and I Just me and you, baby, is all we need in this world Just me and you Your dada will always be here for you Your dadas always gonna love you, remember that If you ever need me, Ima always be here for you You ever need anything, just ask Dada will be right there Your dada loves you I love you, baby29Embed

Take From Me Lyrics Youre going to be okay kid, youre going to be... okay Is everything not enough? What more can I give up? Is there anyone that I can trust? I give you my all and you still take from me Uh, always been the type of dude thatd feed my clique I know that without the fans, I aint shit But yall better read my lips, I dont spit raps this ill For you to just hack and steal and leak my shit, so peep my drift I hope yall dont think yall helping me out With that shit, that shits stressing me out Nickel nine is blowin up; Christmas time You should hang my album on top of your fireplace Cause around that time, my stockins goin up Feels like a victory bittersweet, cause the bigger I get The bigger the wedge between the relationship Of me and my bigger bro, hear what I said? Feels like the shit was wished on me Everything I do for the nigga, and the nigga know I would do anything for him, but the nigga refuse to quit Just straight shittin on me Keepin your distance? Probably best If you dont wanna fuck with me But you know me probably best, fuck pity, you want that? You know its Laila Alis chest: tough titty The problems you got a problem, you think that Im already set So Imma look down on you? Just be proud of me, you already got my respect I aint tryin to say something Id regret So Imma just stop chasin the pain And let you deal with the fact that we dont get along Cause I got a big face in the game Sometimes I feel like fuck my life I fuck with a few niggas that I know If my chick was a Shady ho Niggas wouldnt think twice fore they fuck my wife Guess thats the difference in friends and associates I done been broke, I done been through the motions I dont pay no attention to birds I use my scope and I tend to the vultures No one ever blows up your phone just to talk I dont make money just to loan it to yall Tell a nigga that then you wildin is like dialin And then talking to a hole in the wall Please look at these expenses, these niggas expensive If I gotta lend you money every time I see you Just to be your friend, bitch, I dont really need your friendship Is everything not enough? What more can I give up? Is there anyone that I can trust? I give you my all and you still take from me I give and I give and you take and you take And you just walk away without nothing to say You just take from me, ay, ay You just take from me, ay, ay I live in a bubble, I struggle with the fame Trouble is the pain grows double, give a fuck what you say When my music you take so subtle, just to give it away To people who dont even appreciate flows, mothafucka Im livid today, cause I break my back to give you my art You steal my thoughts, its like drivin a spike through my heart You might not think its that big of a deal To steal from me, but musics all I got Aside from my daughters, not to sound like a martyr But its getting harder than I thought To not just go crazy, trapped in this house Im about to just snap Am I not deserving of what I got, did I not work for it? Put it all in every record I record, well then Please tell me why on this Earth, Lords it keep happening? I keep rappin, but I wonder sometimes, is it worth all the bullshit? Cause it feels like a down there ain’t no gettin up from But I wont let it get me down, I wont succumb Im anything but glum, so fuck em Theyll appreciate me when Im gone, theyll say it was ill, right? The way I killed mics? But the way I feel right now It just feels like Im so done with this shit that I may as well wipe I have nothing else to give you, nothing left to contribute Farewell, I bid you, but before I go, my last gift to you Ladies and gentlemen, Slaughterhouse, I give you Is everything not enough? What more can I give up? Is there anyone that I can trust? I give you my all and you still take from me I give and I give and you take and you take And you just walk away without nothing to say You just take from me, ay, ay You just take from me, ay, ay39Embed

Raw Lyrics Everything I say be raw Im hardbody, everything I say be raw Everything I say be raw Im hardbody, everything I say be raw Everything I say be raw Im hardbody, everything I say be raw Everything I say be raw Everything I say be raw You can never be my nemesis You against me is me being a fool And you being an enemy with benefits I dont even consider myself deep When Im rollin with thirty niggas Cause Im so used to being in a syndicate Boots on with my strap on me You don’t know how Yeezy the season finna get Bad and Evil, catch a body, catch your body that’s a membership Put you on my hit list then turn around and kill up all the snitches Then turn around and go to church, repent Then ask the reverend, “Can I get a witness?” Ha, I got an I.O.U. on my Bible’s view Even God knows what I’m liable to do When I’m high, bro, I represent the same significance In hip-hop as Pac and Biggie Driving side car door, cept Im alive though Best believe I got no problem fucking your bitch, raw And that mean I got no condom Panamera Porsche, factory real white That’s me in real life And I’ll probably be ménaging more than the back of Meek Mill bike, I’m Hollywood Good God, everything about me raw From the lyrics to the gun play Im hardbody, everything I say be raw And I mean it Everything I do be raw What I do, I do it one way Im hardbody, everything about me raw And I mean it On top of the world Every motherfucker wants to get a piece of your ass Then if you take a little time off from being unstoppable Just to regroup and relax No one will give you the time of fucking day Im the rawest, uh, rest of yall just one of a I’m becoming what I used to make fun of, a Smug son of a bitch, fuck it though Going for the fucking jugular Leave them in a puddle of blood I’m a Killer, but Im a cut above the others Bloody glove in a prison yard, Jodi Arias I’m coming for you, fuck if the world doesn’t approve Here I come as a custodian Im dressed, to smuggle ya Ass out wrapped up in a comforter come snuggle up with Another fucking nut, we’ll make a tub of truffle butter I’ma take this chubby, shove it up that nice round little bubble butt Make it double-stuffed Pull it out one hole, put it in the other one Make a peanut butter cup, bust We can fuck on a golf cart Tell me how you want it, soft, hard, or fucking rough Like a dog bark, stop at a Walmart Get a couple of 50 watt bulbs with a hot tub Fill up them buns with a hot dog To be frank these other motherfuckers ain’t even in the ball park Then she pulled out the condiment drawer She must heard this is where the condoms get stored Sign above the door to the sauna says “Welcome to Sodom and Gomorrah” Told her I got something for her Sharp and it’s pointed And it’s head’s on swole, hold it like a samurai She said, “Woah, look at that bulge, must have a huge ego” I said, “Is it me you’re aiming that compliment toward?” She said, “Yes, my ninja, please get to stabbing this shit” I commenced to dropping them drawers Threw my black belt and gauntlets all onto the floor Zipped down my fly, whipped out my confident sword Good God, everything about me raw From the lyrics to the gun play Im hardbody, everything I say be raw And I mean it Everything I do be raw What I do, I do it one way Im hardbody, everything about me raw And I mean it So that is why I’m better than everyone in the world Kiss my ass and suck my dick, everyone95Embed

Lose Yourself Lyrics Yo, if you could just, for one minute Or one split second in time, forget everything Everything that bothers you All your problems, everything, and follow me If I was froze inside of a moment If I could capture time inside a capsule, an hourglass full Of sand in the palm of my hand, it passes through it If I can grasp it and just control what happens to it Then I can trap it, so no more time elapses through it If raps could do it, maybe I could tap into it Then I could try to channel it through Cadillacs and Buicks To transmit through em, to make you put your ass into it And thats when you hit the roof because you cant sit through it Your passions too much for you to not be dancin to it And as you do it, your movements become fast and fluent Youre mashin to it, moshin til youre black and bluish Youre actin foolish, this music it has influenced You to be rowdy but in an orderly fashion, true its Chaotic but its got your body movin as a unit Unitin together tonight, so make it last and you better just— Lose yourself in this music, this moment We own it, we wont never let it go You better move yourself cause tomorrows ass can wait There is no time to sit there and procrastinate Lose yourself in this music, this moment We own it, we wont never let it go You better move yourself cause tomorrows ass can wait There is no time to sit there and procrastinate You better— As we descend together, we begin to move as one In perfect unison just like the moon and sun Illuminate the room and humans soon become aluminum Rhythmically in sync, if youll excuse the pun But if you could lose it once, I mean if you could let shit go Relax, take a breath, and just let it exit slow To rest your soul, you could leave the rest to me If I could give the world a hit of ecstasy To make em feel the feelin that Im feelin right this minute Cause I feel like the night wont end until I get finished So close the shades, makin sure no light gets in it The skys the limit tonight because the nights infinite A high percentage of black people and white mixed in it But no one really gives a fuck cause they just like whats spinnin His life was spinnin, the whole entire night just spinnin Like lifes beginning To come out from inside your skin and quit hidin in it Lose yourself in this music, this moment We own it, we wont never let it go You better move yourself cause tomorrows ass can wait There is no time to sit there and procrastinate Lose yourself in this music, this moment We own it, we wont never let it go You better move yourself cause tomorrows ass can wait There is no time to sit there and procrastinate You better—80Embed

Where I’m At Lyrics Yeah, you got me I’m up now, it’s your loss Must suck to be you History is like a quarter-note delay It keeps repeating itself, and what else can I say? You wondering why I act this way I never shouldve gave you the time of day Guess you know what time it is now, eh? There mustve been a gust of wind ‘Cause you change your mind every time it blows And you just changed it a-motherfuckin-gain You just said you just wanted some dick fore I stuck it in I wouldnt have been such a prick to you, fuckin men You say you dont trust em Why do I hear the sound of toilets flushin? Some shit is goin down You mustve just not been truthful from the start See for me it’d be nothin to say you never had my heart But I’d be lyin Fuckin see why they call this bullshit a relationship: ships sink And you know its love as soon as you fall in it ‘cause shit stinks And it feels like every time I fuckin do I get jinxed Cupid must have put a curse on me, six weeks Have went by and we only spoke twice I’m sittin in your driveway, callin you from the car, suffice I think its safe to say you’re not at home I’m callin your cell phone You answer but I can tell though that youre not alone How was I to know? It shouldve been time to go a long time ago I kept holdin on, its comical When I think back now why I couldnt get the hint And feel the draft you were throwin, I wasnt catchin your drift But theres a cold breeze blowin over me, Im over you Success is the best revenge to pay you back And that payment is overdue I overcame odds to get even The sober me is shittin all over the un-sober you And I hope they play this in every club that youre goin to I’m hauntin you, bitch, everywhere you turn Im followin you ‘Cause I loved you with every ounce of me, you know its true Its killin you now, yeah, I hope the ho dies slow in you Its ‘cause of you now I don’t trust ‘em at all, fuck em! Middle finger up, I’m gon just keep grabbin my balls, cup em I’ll never fall again, I trip on stairs, I fall up em So, buttercup, dont try to come back knockin on my door all dolled up ‘Cause I’m movin on, don’t worry about me ‘Cause I’m gon be just fine without you, you’ll see There aint no one on this Earth right now I’d much rather be ‘Cause, goddamn it, I’m glad that I’m me I said if you could be where I’m at You’d wanna be you too If you felt the way I feel, I bet you’d be in as good a mood as I am But you don’t ‘cause you just feel like you I said if you could be where I’m at You’d wanna be you too If you felt the way I feel, I bet you’d be in as good a mood as I am But you don’t ‘cause you just feel like you Uh, I’ve had it for the last time Your actions got me hot as my last rhyme Your options are leave or put out, granted, your ass fine Fine just aint gon cut it Drama is what you’re in love with You and them bitches you run with Lately I’m feelin smothered You snooped around for dirt to be uncovered Conceited with cover girl motives, I gotta rise above it You thinkin about whos lovin me, I’m thinkin about who doesn’t Doesn’t really matter what you say, sickness in my stomach Told you I was gon be splittin, you don’t think I mean it? Left you with everything I got, fuck you! Ain’t no secret No apologies, you keep it Now that I’m doin my thing and you peep it The badder times all outweigh the recent Your energy, who needs it? Every rumor you hear, you go believe it Point out the times you’ve seen it You stabbed me, should have leaned it Revenge is mine, I need it, need a way out It’s my fuckin life, let her find a way to stay out Bet you thought I’d break, it aint that easy Bet you thought Id need you a million times before you need me Leave me everything that I gave to you Aint no freebies, get your coat and go The female Pinocchio, money-hungry hopeless ho You fuckin with my focus so Go back to that chump that played the role befo Love is like a cancer when you don’t let go I’ma blow fo sho Unnecessary weight makes the boat go slow I don’t need you sinkin us, hope you float Lyin through my teeth, I hope you don’t Not a sound out her be dope Bottles pop out while he smoke Hate we met, proud that we broke Let them girls crowdin me go If they got somethin to show, let em show me I dont love em, never lonely, never even left a scar You fell hard, I’m laughin, ha ha ha ha ha Tire smoke fancy car, nothin is what we are No beginnin, no tomorrow ‘Cause I’m movin on, don’t worry about me ‘Cause I’m gon be aight without you, you’ll see There aint no one on this Earth right now I’d much rather be ‘Cause, goddamn it, I’m glad that I’m me I said if you could be where I’m at You’d wanna be you too If you felt the way I feel I bet you’d be in as good a mood as I am But you don’t, ‘cause you just feel like you I said if you could be where I’m at You’d wanna be you too If you felt the way I feel I bet you’d be in as good a mood as I am But you don’t, ‘cause you just feel like you I said if you could be where I’m at 35Embed

Can I Bitch Lyrics Uncle Marshall, will you tell us a bedtime story? Here we go! Now, once upon a time not long ago There was a little rapper about to blow But his album came, and it was not good I think it went lead or double copper-wood So these silly little fans, they were misled By a nerdy Internet computer hip-hop head Me and you, Clef, were gonna make some cash. Grab this silver paint and just paint my ass. Hey, mister, would you care to bear witness to The ass-whippin Im about to administer To this ass-kissin little vaginal blister? Stanibus, little Marshall Mathers sister And in this corner, we have the Mr Not-Havin-It, its the Mad, sinister Dr. Evil, with his bag of tricks for This little antagonistic faggot Dick-sucking ex-LL Cool J fan from Windsor Im bout to murder little Kenny-Fag-Kaniff-sta You bastard, I aint wanna have to diss ya Canibus, where the fuck you at? I miss ya! Canibitch, oh, Canibitch Wherefore art thou, Canibitch? Please tell me what happened with That style that you were rappin with Canibitch, oh, Canibitch Are you from Los Angeles New York, or just a janitor From Canada? Oh, Canibitch Now, at first, I aint really understand this shit Picture me, for a second, and imagine it Chillin in the Bat Mansion relaxin when All of a sudden some bullshit comes across the scanners, its Canibitch, on some Stan Lives shit It creeped me out at first; man, this is sick But me, bein just as sick, this conflict Gets my dick harder than arithmetic And I know how you jealous ones envy I shoulda knew better from the first few letters you sent me The first two letters, you were tellin me shit like You respect me, like any other regular MC The third letter, you asked how come I aint return None of the messages at Shady Records you left me The fourth letter: Slim, youre really startin to upset me. The fifth letter told me you were comin to get me The sixth letter, theres a bomb threat on our building This crazy motherfuckers really tryna kill me So I went back and read the first few letters that said Some shit about a message you left Oh shit! Thats not a E, thats an A! This dude wants to leave me a massage, hes gay! Right away, Im on the phone with Dr. Dre We got a bogey, Marshall, Im on the way. Canibitch, oh, Canibitch Wherefore art thou, Canibitch? Please tell me what happened with That style that you were rappin with Canibitch, oh, Canibitch Are you from Los Angeles New York, or just a janitor From Canada? Oh, Canibitch So, in two seconds flat, Dres at my crib Only thing is, we both know where this kid lives And neither one of us have Canadian citizenship Shit. Oh, Dre, wait a minute, thats it! All we gotta do is use a bit of turbo-boost We can fly over the border! Lets Go! So were off to Toronto and were gainin speed What was that? Oh, Jermaine Dupri. Fuck it, keep goin, no time to waste Wait, back up. Hit him one more time, in case. Okay, fuck, now hes draggin under the car Oh well, only thirty more thousand miles! Meanwhile, me and Dre are tryna conversate Just tryna find a reason for the constant hate And tryna figure out what happened to Germaine Propane He couldnt have fell off that hard. Aint no way! What happened to the way you was rappin When you was scandalous? That Canibus turned into a television evangelist! Plus, he raps with his regular voice What was that? Pet Shop Boys. So, we pull up to the bridge where he last was spotted His corpse was still movin, but his ass was rotted And he kinda smelled a little like Courtney Love I figured if I stick him with a fork, hes done So I stabbed him twice, kept jabbin—Christ! He wont die! This guys like a battered wife! Hes like Kim: he keeps comin back for more But he wont fight back, I cracked his jaw Hold up! Bis, quit foldin up! Punch me in the chest, make my shoulders touch Do something! At least one punchline! Come on! Til the meter reads Nine! Nine! Nine- Ty nine percent of my fans are blond! Bis, come on, answer me, man, respond! Tell me bout the sun, rain, moon and stars! Intergalactical metaphors from Mars! Raw to the floor, raw like Reservoir Dogs! Bite another line from Redmans song! Suddenly, the stub of a dead mans arm From a midget reaches out from under the car Its J.D.! This motherfucker wont die, neither! Dre starts sprayin him with cans of ether We swamped the bitch in it; stomped the bitch again Compton! Detroit, bitch, talk some shit again! Stomp him! Switch feet! Stomp him! Switch again! Dre, all right, hes dead, dog, quit kickin him! I think Stanibus jumped off the bridge again! Damn, He disappeared, yo, hes gone, he did it again! Canibitch, oh, Canibitch Wherefore art thou, Canibitch? Please tell me what happened with That style that you were rappin with Canibitch, oh, Canibitch Are you from Los Angeles New York, or just a janitor From Canada? Oh, Canibitch22Embed

Revival Lyrics Ive drowned and high from the ashes Now I cant recall your laughter The smoke of everything Ill grasp by ends or whats left over And the lights in every broken blown-out window Screaming, laughing I like to feel it coursing out This is our revival45Embed

Old Time’s Sake Lyrics Good evening This is your fucking captain speaking We will soon be reaching an altitude of Four million and a half.. feet Thats eight million miles in the sky Please... undo your seat belt for takeoff You are now free to smoke about the cabin Im Dre, from back in the day, from N.W.A, from black and the gray, from Choking a bitch, to smacking her face, from Stacking up bodies, to racking AKs up From racking up hits, to stacking them crates up Im still hungry, and Im back with a tapeworm And were whats happenin in rap entertainment Me and Shady, as far as competition, faggot, there aint none Speak of the Devil, its attack of the Rain Man Chainsaw in hand, bloodstain on my apron Soon as the blade spun, vrrunn, they run away from Who wanna play dungeon? No one is safe from In search of a brain surgeon, a great one Wait, it aint funny, man, its urgent, I need one Two boxes of detergent in a paint gun And an emergency squirt gun to spray A-1 So one more time for old times sake Dre, drop that beat and scratch that break Now just blow a little bit of that smoke my way And lets go I said, one more time for old times sake Dre, drop that beat and scratch that break Now just send a little bit of that smoke my way And lets go Smoke signal in the sky like Verizon Wireless A nice environment, surprised entirely Hypnotized by the sound, I surround the hydrants Taking lives of firemen; say goodbye, here I am again Naked wives and Vicodin Before I begin to get so high, pussy boy, I could spin Vinn-vinn, fuck the handle, I fly off the hinge Let that boy off the bench, coach, and throw it to him There he goes in his trench coat, no clothes again Baby, make us some french toast and show us some skin Ill show you every inch grows on my foreskin Show me nipple, I pinch both, and throw up a ten Now you know its a sin to tease, blow us again The sorcerer of intercourse; if its forced, its him Dont fight the feeling if youre feeling the force within And when you wake up in the morning next to the porcelain So one more time for old times sake Dre, drop that beat and scratch that break Now just blow a little bit of that smoke my way And lets go I said, one more time for old times sake Dre, drop that beat and scratch that break Now just send a little bit of that smoke my way And lets go Now where theres smoke, theres fire, where theres fire, theres flames Where theres flames, theres chronic, either you high or you aint I got no time for no games Nuh-uh, he aint playin Hes gon get the AK and aim it right at your brain Im slightly insane, vodka and creatine Hpnotiq and Red Bull, its an incredible energy drink And its given me wings, I believe I can fly While I pee on a girl, you wont catch me CSI Its as easy as pie, and as simple as cake Dre, get on the mic and make em tremble and shake Now put your smoke up in the air, raise your Henny and Coke And if you really wanna get fucked up, just let me know We can smoke til theres no more lighter fluid to do it Lets get into it, youre smokin with the triedest and truest I got the Midas touch when it comes to rollin shit up You motherfuckers aint smokin, you just holdin shit up Now here we go, lets get up, get down, hold up a blunt I smoke the kinda stuff that make the records go number one Cause if at first you dont succeed, wont hurt to smoke some weed Now them words are just a little more personal for me Seeing as how I blew up off of puffing them trees Well smoke enough for me, fuck yeah, light it up, Cheech Come on, smoke me out cuz, give me contact buzz Get me on track, they love me when Im on that stuff But this is Earth calling Shady, man, come on back—What? Man, were losing him, he wont even respond back, fuck! Now look at all the pretty women in here Dre, its hot, I think we better go check on their temperatures Ill get the thermometer, you get the bandages Now baby, just bend over, this wont hurt a damn bit, just— Give me one more time for old times sake Dre, drop that beat and scratch that break Now just blow a little bit of that smoke my way And lets go I said, one more time for old times sake Dre, drop that beat and scratch that break Now just send a little bit of that smoke my way And lets go 40Embed