Eminem - The Eminem Show

"White America"
America, hahaha, we love you, how many people are proud to be citizens
of this beautiful
Country of our's, the stripes and the stars for the rights that men have
died for to protect,
The women and men who have broke their neck's for the freedom of speech
the United States
Government has sworn to uphold, or
(Yo', I want everybody to listen to the words of this song) so we're
told...

I never would've dreamed in a million years i'd see,
So many motherin' people who feel like me, who share the same views
And the same exact beliefs, it's like a in' army marchin' in back of me,
so many lives I
Touch, so much anger aimed, in no particular direction, just sprays and
sprays, and straight
Through your radio waves it plays and plays, 'till it stays stuck in
your head for days and
Days, who would of thought, standing in this mirror bleachin' my hair,
with some peroxide,
Reachin for a t-shirt to wear, that I would catapult to the forefront of
rap like this, how
Could I predict my words would have an impact like this, I must've
struck a chord, with somebody
Up in the office, cause congress keeps telling me I ain't causin'
nuthin' but problems, and now
They're sayin' i'm in trouble with the government, i'm lovin' it, I
shoveled shit all my life,
And now I'm dumping it on...

[Chorus]
White America, I could be one of your kids, white America, little Eric
looks just like this,
White America, Erica loves my shit, I go to TRL, look how many hugs I
get, white America, I
Could be one of your kids, white America, little Eric looks just like
this, white America, Erica
Loves my shit, I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get...

Look at these eyes, baby blue, baby just like yourself, if they were
brown, Shady lose, Shady
Sits on the f, but Shady's cute, Shady knew, Shady's dimple's would
help, make ladies swoon
Baby, {ooh baby}, look at my sales, let's do the math, if I was black, I
would've sold half, I
Ain't have to graduate from Lincoln high school to know that, but I
could rap, so school,
I'm too cool to go back, gimme the mic, show me where the in' studio's
at, when I was
Underground, no one gave a I was white, no labels wanted to sign me,
almost gave up, I was
Like, it, until I met Dre, the only one to look past, gave me a chance,
and I lit a fire up
Under his ass, helped him get back to the top, every fan black that I
got, was probably his in
Exchange for every white fan that he's got, like damn, we just swapped,
sittin' back lookin' at
Shit, wow, i'm like my skin is it starting to work to my benefit now,
it's...

[Chorus]

See the problem is, I speak to suburban kids, who otherwise would of
never knew these words
Exist, whose mom's probably would of never gave two squirts of piss,
'till I created so much
Motherin' turbulence, straight out the tube, right into your living room
I came, and kids
Flipped when they knew I was produced by Dre, that's all it took, and
they were instantly hooked
Right in, and they connected with me too because I looked like them,
that's why they put my
Lyric's up under this microscope, searchin' with a fine tooth comb, its
like this rope, waitin'
To choke, tightening around my throat, watching me while I write this,
like I don't like this,
Nope, all I hear is, lyrics, lyrics, constant controversy, sponsors
working 'round the clock, to
Try to stop my concerts early, surely hip-hop was never a problem in
Harlem, only in Boston,
After it bothered the fathers of daughters starting to blossom, so now
i'm catchin' the flack
From these activists when they raggin', actin' like i'm the first rapper
to smack a bitch, or
Say faggot, shit, just look at me like i'm your closest pal, the
posterchild, the motherin'
Spokesman now for...

[Chorus]

So to the parents of America, I am the aimed at little Erica, to attack
her
Character, the ringleader of this circus of worthless pawns, sent to
lead the march right up to
The steps of congress, and piss on the lawns of the White House, to burn
the casket and replace
It with a parental advisory sticker, to spit liquor in the faces of in
this democracy of
Hypocrisy, you Ms. Cheney, you Tipper Gore, you with the freest of
speech this
Divided states of embarassment will allow me to have, you, [vocal
melody],
He, hahaha, i'm just playin' America, you know I love you...


"Business"

Marshall, sounds like an SOS...

Holy wack, unlyrical lyrics Andre, you're in' right...

To the rapmobile, let's go...

{Marshall, Marshall}, bitches and gentlemen, it's showtime, hurry hurry,
step right up,
introducing the star of our show, his name is, {Marshall}, you wouldn't
want to be anywhere else
in the world right now, so without further ado, I bring to you,
{Marshall}...

You 'bout to witness hip-hop in it's most purest, more rawest form, flow
almost flawless, most
hardest, most honest known artist, chip off the old block, but ol' Doc
is, {back}, looks like
Batman brought his own Robin, oh God, Sadam's got his own Laden, with
his own private plane, his
own pilot, set to blow college dorm rooms doors off the hinges, oranges,
peach, pears, plums,
syringes, {vnn vnn}, yeah here I come, i'm inches, away from you, dear
fear none, hip-hop is in
a state of 911, so...

[Chorus]

Let's get down to business, I don't got no time to play around, what is
this, must be a circus
in town, let's shut the shit down on these clowns, can I get a witness,
{hell yeah}, let's get
down to business, I don't got no time to play around, what is this, must
be a circus in town,
let's shut the shit down on these clowns, can I get a witness, {hell
yeah}...

Quick gotta move fast, gotta perform miracles, gee willikers Dre, holy
bat syllables, look at
all the bullshit that goes on in Gotham when i'm gone, time to get rid
of these rap criminals,
so skip to your lou while I do what I do best, you ain't even impressed
no more, you're used to
it, flows too wet, nobody close to it, nobody says it, but still
everybody knows the shit, the
most hated on out of all those who say they get hated on in eighty songs
and exaggerate it all
so much, they make it all up, there's no such thing, like a female with
good looks, who s
and cleans, it just means so much more to so much more people when
you're rappin' and you know
what for, the show must go on, so i'd like to welcome y'all to Marshall
and Andre's carnival,
c'mon now...

[Chorus]

It's just like old times, the dynamic duo, two old friends, why panic,
you already know who's
fully capable, the two capped heroes, dial straight down the center
eight-zero-zero, you can
even call collect, the most feared duet, since me and Elton played
career Russian Roulette, and
never even see me blink or get to bustin' a sweat, people steppin' over
people just to rush to
the set, just to get to see an MC who breathes so freely, ease over
these beat's and be so
breezy, Jesus how can shit be so easy, how can one Chandra be so Levy,
turn on these beats,
MC's don't see me, believe me BET and MTV are gonna grieve, when we
leave, dog fo' sheezy,
can't leave rap alone, the game needs me, 'till we grow beards, get
weird, and disappear into
the mountains, nothin' but clowns down here, but we ain't in around
round here, yo' Dre,
what up, can I get a hell, hell yeah, now...

[Chorus]

So there you have it folks, {Marshall}, has come to save the day, back
with his friend Andre,
and to remind you that bullshit does not pay, because, {Marshall}, and
Andre are here to stay
and never go away until our dying day until we're old and grey,
{Marshall}, so until next time
friends, same blonde hair, same rap channel, good night everyone, thank
you for coming, your
host for the evening, {Marshall}, oh, ha...

"Cleanin Out My Closet"
Where's my snare, I have no snare in my headphones, there ya' go, yeah,
yo', yo'...

Have you ever been hated or discriminated against, I have, i've been
protested and demonstrated
against, picket signs for my wicked rhymes, look at the times, sick is
the mind of the
motherin' kid that's behind, all this commotion, emotions run deep as
ocean's explodin',
tempers flaring from parents, just blow 'em off and keep goin', not
takin' nothin' from no one,
give 'em hell long as i'm breathin', keep kickin' ass in the mornin',
an' takin' names in the
evening, leave 'em with a taste as sour as vinegar in they mouth, see
they can trigger me but
they'll never figure me out, look at me now, I bet ya' probably sick of
me now, ain't you mama,
i'ma make you look so ridiculous now...

[CHORUS]

I'm sorry mama, I never meant to hurt you, I never meant to make you
cry, but tonight i'm
cleanin' out my closet, {one more time}, I said i'm sorry mama, I never
meant to hurt you, I
never meant to make you cry, but tonight i'm cleanin' out my closet...

I got some skeletons in my closet and I don't know if no one knows it,
so before they thrown me
inside my coffin and close it, i'ma expose it, i'll take you back to
'73, before I ever had a
multi-platinum sellin' Cd, I was a baby, maybe I was just a couple of
months, my faggot father
must have had his pantie's up in a bunch, cause he split, I wonder if he
even kissed me goodbye,
no I don't on second thought, I just in' wished he would die, I look at
Hailie and I
couldn't picture leavin' her side, even if I hated Kim, I grit my teeth
and I'd try, to make it
work with her at least for Hailie's sake, I maybe made some mistakes but
i'm only human, but i'm
man enough to face them today, what I did was stupid, no doubt it was
dumb, but the smartest
shit I did was take them bullets out of that gun, cause id'a killed 'em,
shit I would have shot
Kim and him both, it's my life, i'd like to welcome y'all to the Eminem
show...

[CHORUS]

Now I would never diss my own mama just to get recognition, take a
second to listen who you
think this record is dissin', but put yourself in my position, just try
to envision witnessin'
your Mama poppin' preion pills in the kitchen, bitchin' that someone's
always goin'
through her purse and shits missin', going through public housing
systems, victim of
Munchausen's syndrome, my whole life I was made to believe I was sick
when I wasn't 'til I grew
up, now I blew up, it makes you sick to ya' stomach, doesn't it, wasn't
it the reason you made
that Cd for me, ma, so you could try to justify the way you treated me,
ma, but guess what, your
gettin' older now and it's cold when your lonely, and Nathan's growing
up so quick, he's gonna
know that your phoney, and Hailie's getting so big now, you should see
her, she's beautiful, but
you'll never see her, she won't even be at your funeral, see what hurts
me the most is you won't
admit you was wrong, bitch, do your song, keep tellin' yourself that you
was a mom, but how dare
you try to take what you didn't help me to get, you selfish bitch, I
hope you in' burn in
hell for this shit, remember when Ronnie died and you said you wished it
was me, well guess
what, I am dead, dead to you as can be...

[CHORUS]

"Square Dance"
[Intro:]
People!! It feels so good to be back.
Ladies and gentleman, introducing the new and improved you know who

[Verse 1:]
Never been the type to bend or budge
The wrong button to push,
No friend of Bush
I'm the centerpiece, your the Maltese.
I am a pitbull off his leash,
All this peace talk can cease.
All these people I had to leave in limbo,
I'm back now,
I've come to release this info
I'll be brief and let me just keep shit simple.
Can-a-bitch don't want no beef with Slim?
Noooo!
Not even on my radar,
So won't you please jump off my dick
Lay off and stay off,
And follow me as I put these crayons to chaos from seance to seance,
Aw-a-aw-ch-a-aw

[Chorus X2:]
Y'all C'mon now,
Let's all get on down,
Let's do-si-do now,
We gon' have a good ol' time.
Don't be scared, cus there ain't nuttin' to worry 'bout,
Let your hair down,
And square dance with me!

[Verse 2:]
Let your hair down to the track,
Yeah kick on back.
Boo!
The boogies monster of rap,
Yeah the man's back
With a plan to ambush this Bush administration,
Mush the Senate's face in and push this generation,
Of kids to stand and fight for the right to say something you might not
like,
This white hot light,
That i'm under,
No wonder,
I look so sunburnt,
Oh no,
I won't leave no stone unturned,
Oh no i won't leave,
Wont go nowhere,
Do-si-do,
Oh, yo, ho, hello there
Oh yeah don't think I won't go there,
Go to the Beirut and do a show there
Yah you laugh till your muthain' ass gets drafted,
While you're at band camp thinkin' the crap can't happen,
Till you around,
Get an anthrax napkin,
Inside a package wrapped in saran Wrap wrapping,
Open the plastic and then you stand back gasping,
in' assassins hijackin' Amtracks crashin,
All this terror America demands action,
Next thing you know you've got Uncle Sam's ass askin'
To join the army or what you'll do for there Navy.
You just a baby,
Gettin' recruited at eighteen,
You're on a plane now,
Eatin their food and their baked beans.
I'm 28 ,
They gon take you 'fore they take me
Crazy insane or insane crazy?
When i say Hussein you say Shady,
My views aint changed still Inhumane,
Wait,
Arraigned two days late,
The date's today,
Hang me!

[Chorus X2:]

[Verse 3:]
Nothin' moves me more than a groove the soothes me,
Nothin'soothes me more than a groove
that boosts me,
Nothin' boosts me more,
Or suits me beautifully,
There's nothin' you can do to me,
Stab me,
Shoot me,
Physcotic,
Hypnotic, product I got the antibotic.
Ain't nobody hotter and so on and yada yada
God i talk alot of hem-de-lay-la-la-la,
oochie walla um da dah da dah da but you gotta gotta,
Keep movin',
There's more music to make,
Keep makin' new shit,
Produce hits to break
the monotony,
What's gotten into me?
Drug's, rock and Hennessey,
Thug like I'm 'Pac on my enemies,
On your knees,
Got you under seige,
Somebody you would give a lung to be
hun-ga-ry,
Like a in' younger me,
the fee,
I can get you jumped for free,
Yah buddy,
Laugh it's funny,
I have the money to have you killed by somebody who has nothing,
I'm past bluffing,
Pass the K-Y,
Let's get ready for some intense,
serious ass ing!

[Chorus X2]

[Outro:]
Dr. Dre., wants to square with me,
Nasty Nas, wants to square dance with me,
X to the Z, wants to square dance with me,
Busta Rhymes, wants to square dance with me,
Cana-bitch won't square dance with me,
Fan-a-bitch, won't square dance with me,
Canada-bis, don't want no parts of me,
Dirty Dozen wants to square dance with you-----YEE-HAW!!!

"The Kiss (Skit)"
[Eminem] I'm gonna kill this bitch. I'm gonna kill her. I'm going to in'
jail, cause i'm gonna kill this bitch.
[Gary] Yo' man, I don't know.
[Eminem] What?
[Gary] I got a really, really bad feelin' about this.
[Eminem] Man, will you shut the up Gary. You've always got a bad
feeling man. That's her car right there. Just park.
[Gary] Allright, just let me park. I'm parking!
[Eminem] in', turn the car off dog.
[Gary] Alright.
[Eminem] Alright, we wait.
[Gary] We wait for what?
[Eminem] We wait until she comes out. Man, i'm gonna in' kill her.
[Gary] Man, you ain't gonna kill nobody.
[Eminem] Man, just shut the up dog.
[Gary] What the did you bring that for?
[Eminem] Just shut up, in' clip is empty.
[Gary] Don't point that shit at me!
[Eminem] It's not even loaded bitch, look!
[Gary] Dude! God I in' hate when you do that shit.
[Eminem] Ha ha, ya but it's funny as .
[Gary] You're gonna around and kill me one of these days, I swear.
[Eminem] It get's you every time. Is that her?
[Gary] Where?
[Eminem] Right there motherer.
[Gary] Yeah, .
[Eminem] Alright, get up, get up.
[Gary] Here we go again.
[Eminem] Get down!
[Gary] What the do you want me to do get under the car?
[Eminem] Yo', who's she walkin' with?
[Gary] How the am I supposed to know? You told me to duck down.
[Eminem] It's the ing bouncer. Did she just kiss him?
[Gary] I don't think so.
[Eminem] Dog, she just in' kissed him.
[Gary] No, she didn't!
[Eminem] She's kissing him dog!
[Gary] No she's not...oh shit.
[Eminem] C'mon, motherer!
[Gary] MAARRSSHH!!!


"Soldier"

I'm a soldier, i'm a soldier, i'm a soldier, i'm a soldier...

Yo', never was a thug, just infatuated with guns,
never was a gangsta, 'til I graduated to one,
and got the rep of a villain, for weapon concealin',
took the image of a thug, kept shit appealin',
willin' to stick out my neck, for respect if it meant life or death,
never live to regret what I said,
when you're me, people just want to see,
if it's true, if it's you, what you say in your rap's, what you do,
so they feel, as part of your obligation to fulfill,
when they see you on the streets, face to face, are you for real,
in confrontation ain't no conversation, if you feel you're in violation,
any hesitation'll get you killed, if you feel it, kill it,
if you conceal it, reveal it, being reasonable will leave you full of
bullets,
pull it, squeeze it, till it's empty, tempt me, push me, pussies,
I need a good reason to give this trigger a good squeeze...

[Chorus:]
I'm a soldier, these shoulder's hold up so much, they won't budge,
i'll never fall or fold up,
i'm a soldier,
even if my collar bone's crush or crumble,
I will never slip or stumble,
i'm a soldier,
these shoulder's hold up so much, they won't budge,
i'll never fall or fold up,
i'm a soldier,
even if my collar bone's crush or crumble,
I will never stumble...

I love pissin' you off, it get's me off,
like my lawyer's, when the in' judge let's me off,
all you motherers gotta do is set me off,
i'll violate and all the motherin' bet's be off,
i'm a lit fuse, anything I do bitche, it's news,
pistol whippin' motherin' bouncers, six-two,
who needs bullets, soon as I pull it, you sweat bullets,
an excellent method to get rid of the next bully,
it's actually better cause instead you murderin',
you can hurt em' and come back again and kick dirt at 'em,
it's like pourin' salt in the wounds, assault and get sued,
you can smell the lawsuits soon as I waltz in the room,
everybody halts and stops, calls the cops,
all you see is bitches comin' out their halter tops,
runnin' and duckin' out the Hard Rocks parking lot,
you'll all get shot whether its your fault or not, cause...

[Chorus]

I spit it slow so these kids know that i'm talkin' to 'em,
give it back to these damn critics and sock it to em,
i'm like a thug, with a little bit of Pac influence,
I spew it, and look how I got you bitches rockin' to it,
you motherers could never do it like I could do it,
don't even try it, you'll look stupid, do not pursue it,
don't ever in your life, try to knock the truest,
I spit the illest shit, ever been dropped to two inch,
so ticky-tock listen as the sound ticks on the clock,
listen to the sound of Kim as she licks on a cock,
listen to the sound of me spillin' my heart through this pen,
motherers know that i'll never be Marshall again,
full of controversy until I retire my jersey,
'til the fire inside dies and expires at thirty, and
Lord have mercy on any more of these rappers that verse me,
and put a curse on authorities in the face of adversity, i'm a...

[Chorus]

Yo' left, yo' left, yo' left,
right, left,
yo' left, yo' left, yo' left,
right, left,
yo' left, yo' left, yo' left,
right, left,
yo' left, yo' left, yo' left,
right, left...

"Say Goodbye Hollywood"
[Chorus]
Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood
Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood
Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood
Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood
{Hollywood}, sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood
{Why do I feel this way}, sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood
Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood
Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood

[Verse 1]
I thought I had it all figured out, I did
I thought I was tough enough to stick it out with Kim
But I wasn't tough enough to juggle two things at once
I found myself layin' on my knees in cuffs
Which should've been a reason enough, for me to get my stuff and just
leave
How come I couldn't see this shit myself, it's just me
Nobody couldn't see the shit I felt
Knowin' damn well she wasn't gonna be there when I fell, to catch me
The minute shit was heated she just bailed
i'm standin' here swingin' on like thirty people by myself
I couldn't even see the millimetere when it fell
Turned around saw Gary stashin' the heater in his belt
Saw the bouncers rush him and beat him to the ground
I just sold two million records, I don't need to go to jail
I'm not about to lose my freedom over no female
I need to slow down
Try to get my feet on solid ground, so for now i'm...

[CHORUS]

[Verse 2]
Bury my face in comic books, cause I don't want to look
At nothin', this world's too much
I've swallowed all I could
If I could swallow a bottle of tylenol I would, and end it for good
Just say goodbye to Hollywood
I probably should, these problems are piling all at once
Cause everything that bothers me, I got it bottled up
I think i'm bottomin' out
But i'm not about to give up, I gotta get up
Thank God, I got a little girl
And I'm a responsible father
So not a lot of good, i'd be to my daughter layin' in the bottom of the
mud
Must be in my blood cause I don't know how I do it
All I know is I don't want to 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 in' ass, man
If you could understand why I am the way that I am
What do I say to my fans, when I tell 'em i'm...

[CHORUS]

[Verse 3]
I don't wanna quit, but shit, I feel like this is it
For me to have this much appeal like this is sick
This is not a game, this fame, in real life this is sick
Publicity stunt my ass, conceal my in' dick
the guns, i'm done, i'll never look at gats
If I scrap, i'll scrap like I ain't never whooped some ass
I love my fans
But no one ever puts a grasp on the fact i've sacrificed everything I
have
I never dreamt i'd get to the level that i'm at, this is whack
This is more than I ever could of asked
everywhere I go, a hat, a sweater hood, or mask
What about math, how come I wasn't ever good at that
It's like the boy in the bubble, who never could adapt, i'm trapped
If I could go back, I never woulda rapped
I sold my soul to the devil, i'll never get it back
I just wanna leave this game with level head intact
Imagine goin' from bein' a no one to seein',
everything blow up and all you did was just grow
up emceeing
It's in' crazy
Cause all I wanted was to give Hailie the life I never had
But instead I forced us to live alienated, so i'm sayin'...

[CHORUS]

[Outro]
Goodbye, goodbye Hollywood, {Goodbye},
please don't cry for me, when i'm gone for good, {this shit is not for
me},
so goodbye, goodbye Hollywood,
{i'm not a in' star}, please don't cry
for me, when I'm gone for good, {i'm goin' back home}...

"Drips"
(feat. Obie Trice)
Obie, yo', i'm sick, damn, you straight dog...

[CHORUS]

That's why I ain't got no time, for these games and stupid tricks, or
these bitches on my dick,
that's how dudes be getting sick, that's how dicks be getting drips,
falling victims to this
shit, from these bitches on our dicks, ing chickens with no ribs, that's
why I ain't got no
time...

[Obie Trice]
Yo', I woke up ed 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, ed me
good, you should of
seen this, big booty bitch, switch unbearable, french roll stylin', body
like a stallion, sizin'
up the figure while my shit getting bigger, debatin' on a or do I want
to be her nigga,
caressin' this bitch, plus i'm checking out them tit's, sippin' on that
fine shit I ain't used
to buyin', I gotta hit it from behind, it's mandatory, like takin' hoe's
money, but that's
another story, for surely, the pussy on toast after we toast, her
clothes fell like bishop in
juice, the womb beater, clean pussy eater, insertin' my jock in that
spot hotter than the
hottest block, don't stop, the response I got when I was knockin' it,
clock steady tickin',
kinky finger lickin', and can on, semen's 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 the lips, the one between them 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 ,
I bust a fat ass
nut, then I woke up next, like what the is goin' on here, this bitch
evaporated, pussy and
all, just picked up and vacated, now i'm frusturated cause my dick was
unprotected, and Doctor
Wesley tellin' me I really got that shit...

[CHORUS]

[Eminem]
Now I don't wanna hit no woman, but this chick's got it comin', someone
better get this bitch,
before she get's kicked in the stomach, and she's pregnant, but she's
eggin' me on, beggin' me
to throw her off the steps of this porch, my only weapon is force and I
don't wanna resort to
any violence of any sort, but what's she shovin' me for, doesn't she
love me no more, wasn't she
huggin' me four minutes ago at the door, man, i'm this close to goin'
toe-to-toe with this
whore, what would you do if she was tellin' you she wants a divorce,
she's havin' another baby
in a month, and it's yours, and you find out it isn't 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 you've been stickin' your
in' dick in a
hearse, so you paranoid at every little cold that you get, ever since
they told you this shit,
you've 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 it's obvious to
everyone in the lobby
it's AIDS, he ain't even gotta call you in his office to say it, so you
jet back home, cause you
gon' get that hoe, when you see her, you gon' bend her in' neck back,
yo', cause you love
her, you never would expect that blow, Obie told you the scoop, how
could she stoop that low,
Jesus, I don't believe this, bitch works at the cleaners, bringin' me
home diseases, swingin'
from Obie's penis, she's so deceivin', shit this hoe's a genius, she g'd
us...

[CHORUS]

I'm busy, yeah, these bitches, 'em all, get money, Shady records, Obie
Trice, Eminem,
motherer, new millenium shit, yeah, turn this shit off, turn this shit
the off...

"Without Me"
[Intro (Obie Trice)]
"Obie Trice/Real Name No Gimmicks"

[Refrain 1]
2 trailer park girls go round the outside
round the outside, round the outside
[Repeat Refrain 1]

[Refrain 2]
Guess whos back, back again
Shadys back, tell a friend
Guess who's back, guess who's back,
guess who's back
Guess who's back...

[Verse 1]
I've created a monster, cuz nobody wants to
see Marshall no more they want Shady I'm chopped liver
well if you want Shady, this is what I'll give ya
a little bit of weed mixed with some hard liquor
some vodka that'll jumpstart my heart quicker then a
shock when I get shocked at the hospital by the Dr. when I'm not
cooperating
when I'm rocking the table while he's operating
you waited this long now stop debating cuz I'm back,
I'm on the rag and ovulating
I know that you got a job Ms. Cheney but your husbands heart problem's
complicating
So the FCC wont let me be or let me be me so let me see
they tried to shut me down on MTV but it feels so empty without me
So come on and dip, bum on your lips that,
cum on your lips and some on your tits and get ready cuz this shit's
about to get heavy
I just settled all my lawsuits
YOU DEBBIE_!

[Chorus X2]
Now this looks like a job for me so everybody just follow me
cuz we need a little controversy,
cuz it feels so empty without me

[Verse 2]
Little hellions kids feeling rebellious
embarrassed, their parents still listen to Elvis
they start feeling like prisoners, helpless,
'til someone comes along on a mission and yells "bitch"
A visionary, vision is scary, could start a revolution, pollutin the air
waves a rebel
so let me just revel and bask, in the fact that I got everyone kissing
my ass
and it's a disaster such a catastrophe for you to see so damn much of my
ass you ask for me?
Well I'm back [batman sound]
fix your bent antennae tune it in and then I'm gonna
enter in and up under your skin like a splinter
The center of attention back for the winter
I'm interesting, the best thing since wrestling
Infesting in your kids ears and nesting
Testing "Attention Please" feel the tension soon as someone mentions me
here's my 10 cents my 2 cents is free
A nuisance, who sent, you sent for me?

[Chorus X2]

[Verse 3]
A tisk-it a task-it, I'll go tit for tat with anybody who's talking this
and that shit.
Chris Kirkpatrick you can get your ass kicked
worse than them little Limp Bizkit bastards, and Moby
you can get stomped by Obie, you 36 year old bald headed fag blow me
You don't know me, you're too old let go its over, nobody listens to
techno
Now lets go, just give me the signal I'll be there with a whole list
full of new insults
I've been dope, suspenseful with a pencil ever since
Prince turned himself into a symbol
But sometimes the shit just seems, everybody only wants to discuss me
So this must mean I'm disgusting, but its just me I'm just obscene
Though I'm not the first king of controversy
I am the worst thing since Elvis Presley, to do Black Music so selfishly
and use it to get myself wealthy (Hey)
there's a concept that works
20 million other white rappers emerge
but no matter how many fish in the sea it'd be so empty without me

[Chorus X2]

(Hum dei dei la la Hum dei dei la la... la la la) [X2] "Kids"

"Paul Rosenberg (Skit)"

Em, it's Paul.
Listen, Joel just called me and he said you're in the ing back behind
his studio,
shooting your gun off in the air like it's a shooting range.
I told you not to ing bring your gun around, like an idiot, outside of
your home.
You're gonna get yourself in trouble.
Don't bring your gun outside of your home you can't carry it on you.
Leave your in gun at home.

"Sing For The Moment"
[Verse 1]
These ideas are nightmares to white parents
Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings
Like whatever they say has no bearing, it's so scary in a house that
allows
no swearing
To see him walking around with his headphones blaring
Alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care
He's a problem child
And what bothers him all comes out, when he talks about
His in' dad walkin' out
Cause he just hates him so bad that he blocks him out
If he ever saw him again he'd probably knock him out
His thoughts are w, he's mad so he's talkin' back
Talkin' black, brainwashed from rock and rap
He sags his pants, do-rags and a stocking cap
His step-father hit him, so he socked him back, and broke his nose
His house is a broken home, there's no control, he just let's his
emotions
go...

[Chorus]
{C'mon}, sing with me, {sing}, sing for the years
{Sing it}, sing for the laughter, sing for the tears, {c'mon)
Sing it with me, just for today, maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take
you
away...

[Verse 2]
Entertainment is changin', intertwinin' with gangsta's
In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum
Holy or unholy, only have one homie
Only this gun, lonely cause don't anyone know me
Yet everybody just feels like they can relate, I guess words are a
mothaa they can be great
Or they can degrade, or even worse they can teach hate
It's like these kids hang on every single statement we make
Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum
Now how the did this morphosis happen
From standin' on corners and porches just rappin'
To havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ass
But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you
Fans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you
To get they hands on every dime you have, they want you to lose your
mind
every time you mad
So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon
Any dispute won't hesitate to produce handguns
That's why these prosecutors wanna convict me, strictly just to get me
off
of these streets quickly
But all they kids be listenin' to me religiously, so i'm signin' cd's
while
police fingerprint me
They're for the judge's daughter but his grudge is against me
If i'm such a in' menace, this shit doesn't make sense Pete
It's all political, if my music is literal, and i'm a criminal how the
can I raise a little girl
I couldn't, I wouldn't be fit to, you're full of shit too, Guerrera,
that
was a fist that hit you...

[CHORUS]

[Verse 3]
They say music can alter moods and talk to you
Well can it load a gun up for you , and cock it too
Well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude
Just tell the judge it was my fault and i'll get sued
See what these kids do is hear about us totin' pistols
And they want to get one cause they think the shit's cool
Not knowin' we really just protectin' ourselves, we entertainers
Of course the shit's affectin' our sales, you ignoramus
But music is reflection of self, we just explain it, and then we get our
checks in the mail
It's ed up ain't it
How we can come from practically nothing to being able to have any in'
thing that we wanted
That's why we sing for these kids, who don't have a thing
Except for a dream, and a in' rap magazine
Who post pin-up pictures on their walls all day long
Idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs
Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in their lives
Till they sit and they cry at night wishin' they'd die
Till they throw on a rap record and they sit, and they vibe
We're nothin' to you but we're the in' shit in they eyes
That's why we seize the moment try to freeze it and own it, squeeze it
and
hold it
Cause we consider these minutes golden
And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone
Just let our spirits live on, through our lyrics that you hear in our
songs and we can...

[CHORUS X2]

"Superman"
(feat. Dina Rea)

[Girls voice is Dina Rea]

[Intro]
Oooooh
You high baby
Yeah
Ya'
Talk to me
You want me to tell you something
Uh-huh
I know what you want to hear...

[Chorus A]
Cause, I know you want me baby, I think I want you too
"I think I love you baby", I think I love you too
I'm here to save you girl, come be in Shady's world
I want to grow together, let's let our love unfurl
You know you want me baby, you know I want you too
They call me superman, i'm here to rescue you
I want to save you girl, come be in Shady's world
"Ooooh boy you drive me crazy", bitch you make me hurl...

[Verse 1]
They call me superman, leap tall hoes in a single bound
I'm single now, got no ring on this finger now
I'd never let another chick bring me down, in a relationship
Save it bitch, babysit, you make me sick
Superman ain't savin' shit, girl you can jump on Shady's dick
Straight from the hip, cut to the chase, I tell a muthain' slut, to her
face
Play no games, say no names, ever since I broke up with what's her face
I'm a different man, kiss my ass, kiss my lips, bitch why ask
Kiss my dick, get my cash, i'd rather have you whip my ass
Don't put out, i'll put you out, won't get out, i'll push you out
Puss blew out, poppin' shit, wouldn't piss on fire to put you out
Am I too nice, buy you ice, bitch if you died, I wouldn't buy you life
What you tryin' to be my new wife, what you Mariah, fly through twice...

[Prechorus]
But I do know one thing though, bitches, they come they go
Saturday through Sunday, Monday, Monday through Sunday yo'
Maybe i'll love you one day, maybe we'll someday grow
Till then just sit your drunk ass on that in' runway ho'...

[Chorus B]
Cause I can't be your Superman
Can't be your Superman
Can't be your Superman
Can't be your Superman
I can't be your Superman
Can't be your Superman
Can't be your Superman
Your Superman, your Superman...

[Verse 2]
Don't get me wrong, I love these ho's
It's no secret, everybody knows
Yeah we ed, bitch so what, that's about as far as your buddy goes
We'll be friends, i'll call you again, i'll chase you around every bar
you attend
Never know what kind of car i'll be in, we'll see how much you'll be
partying then
You don't want that, neither do I, I don't want to flip when I see you
with guys
Too much pride, between you and I
Not a jealous man, but females lie
But I guess that's just what sluts do, how could it ever be just us two
I'd never love you enough to trust you, we just met and I just ed you...

[Prechorus]

[Chorus A / Chorus B]

[Verse 3]
First thing you say, "I'm not fazed, I hang around big stars all day
I don't see what the big deal is anyways
You're just plain old Marshall to me"
Ooh ya' girl run that game
"Hailie Jade, I love that name, love that tatoo, what's that say"
"Rot in pieces, uh, that's great"
First off you don't know Marshall, at all so don't grow partial
That's ammo for my arsenal, i'll slap you off that barstool
There goes another lawsuit, leave handprints all across you
Good Lordy whoadie, you must be gone off that water bottle
You want what you can't have, ooh girl that's too damn bad
Don't touch what you can't grab, end up with two backhands
Put anthrax on a tampax, and slap you till you can't stand
Girl you just blew your chance, don't mean to ruin your plans...

[Prechorus]

[Chorus A / Chorus B]

[Chorus B x2]

"Hailie's Song"

[Intro - Spoken]
Yo, I can't sing it
I feel like singin'
I wanna in' sing
Cuz I'm happy
Yeah, I'm happy
Ha Ha
I got my baby back
Yo, check it out

[Verse 1 - Sung]
Some days I sit, starin' out the window
Watchin' this world pass me by
Sometimes I think theres nothin' to live for
I almost break down and cry

Somtimes I think I'm crazy
I'm crazy, oh so crazy
Why am I here, am I just wasting my time?

But then I see my baby
Suddenly I'm not crazy
It all makes sense when I look into her eyes

[Chorus]
Somtimes it feels like the world's on my shoulders
Everyone's leanin' on me
Cuz sometimes it feels like the world's almost over
But then she comes back to me

[Verse 2 - Sung]
My baby girl [Hailie laughs] keeps gettin' older
I watch her grow up with pride
People make jokes, cuz they don't understand me
They just don't see my real side

I act like shit don't phase me,
Inside it drives me crazy
My insecurities could eat me alive

But then I see my baby
Suddenly I'm not crazy
It all makes sense when I look into her eyes

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Rapped]
Man, if I could sing, I'd keep singing this song to my daughter
If I could hit the notes, I'd blow something as long as my father
To show her how I feel about her, how proud I am that I got her
God, I'm a daddy, I'm so glad that her mum didn't abort
Now you probly get this picture from my public persona
That I'm a pistol-packing drug-addict who bags on his momma,
But I wanna just take this time out to be perfectly honest
Cuz there's a lot of shit I keep bottled that hurts deep inside o' my
soul,
And just know that I grow colder the older I grow
This boulder on my shoulder gets heavy and harder to hold
And this load is like the weight of the world
And I think my neck is breaking should I just give up,
Or try to live up to these expectations?
Now look, I love my daughter more than life in itself,
But I got a wife that's determined to make my life livin'hell
But I handle it well, given the circumstances I'm dealt
So many chances, man, it's too bad, coulda had someone else
But the years that I've wasted are nothing to the tears that I've tasted
So here's what I'm facin':
3 felonies, 6 years of probation
I've went to jail for this woman, I've been to bat for this woman
I've taken bats to peoples backs, bent over backwards for this woman
Man, I shoulda seen it comin', why'd I stick my penis up in?
Woulda ripped the pre-nup up if I'd seen what she was in'
But it, it's over, there's no more reason to cry no more
I got my baby, baby the only lady that I adore, Hailie
So sayonara, try tomorra, nice to know ya
My baby's travelled back to the arms of her rightful owner
And suddenly it seems that my shoulder blades have just shifted
It's like the greatest gift you can get
The weight has been lifted

Now it don't feel like the world's on my shoulders
Everyone's leanin' on me
Cuz my baby know's that her daddy's a soldier
Nothin' can take her from me

[Outro - Spoken]
Woo!
I told you I can't sing.
Oh well, I tried
Hailie, 'member when I said
If you ever need anything, daddy will be right there?
Well guess what?
Daddy's here.
And I ain't goin'nowhere baby
I love you! (kiss)

"Steve Berman (Skit)"

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

"When The Music Stops"
(feat. D-12)

[Bizzare:]
[Echo]
Music, reality, sometimes it's hard to tell the difference
But we as entertainers have a responsibility to these kids
Sike!

[Eminem:]
If I were to die murdered in cold blood tomorrow
Would you feel sorrow or show love
Or would it matter
Can never be the lead-off batter of things
Shit for me to feed off
I'm see-saw battlin
But theres way too much at stake for me to be fake
There's too much on my plate
And I came way too far in this game to turn and walk away
And not say what I got to say
What the you take me for? a joke? you smokin crack?
Before I do that, I beg Mariah to take me back
I get up 'for i get down, run myself in the ground, 'for I put some wack
shit out
I'm tryin-a smack this one out the park, five-thousand mark
Ya'll steady tryin to drown the shark
Ain't gonna do nothin but piss me off
Lid to the can of whoop ass, just twist me off
See me leap out, pull the piece out, shootin i'm just trying to knock
his teeth out
with me now, bitch, let's see you freestyle
Talk is cheap, motherer if you're really feeling froggish, leap
Yo slim, you gonna let him get away with that?
He tried to play you, you can't let him skate with that
Man I hate this crap, this ain't rap,
This is crazy the way we act
When we confuse hip-hop with real life when the music stops

[Swift:]
There ain't no getting rid of McVeigh
If so you woulda tried
The only way I'm leavin this bitch is suicide
I have died clinically, arrived back at my enemy's crib with hennesy,
Got drunk then I finished he
I'm every nigga's favorite arch-enemy.
Physically fitted to be the most dangerous nigga with beef
I spark willingly with a dillinger in the dark dilligently
I'm not what you think
I appear to be ed up
Mentally endangered
I can't stay away from a razor
I just want my face in a paper
I wish a nigga had a grenade to squeeze tight to awake neighbors for
acres
I murder you
Danger had me turned into a mad man, son of sam, bitch, I'm surgical
I'l allergic to dyin, you think not? you got balls? We can see how large
When the music stops

[Kon Artist:]
I was happy having a deal at first,
Thought money would make me happy but
It only made my pain worst,
It hurts when u see ur friends turn their back on u dawg
When u ain't got nothing left but ur word and ur balls
And you're stressed from the calls of your new friends
Beggin' with they hands out
Checking for ur record when its selling
When it aint, that's the end, no laughs
No friends no girl
Just the gin u drink till u car spin u then
[Screech]
Damn!
[Crash]
U slam into the wall and u fall
Out the car, trying to crawl with one arm
About to lose it all in a pool of alcohol
If my funeral's tomorrow, wonder if they would even call when the music
stops

[Kuniva:]
Let's see how many of your men loyal,
When i pull up looking for you,
With a pistol sipping on a can of pennzoil
I'm revved up, who said what would lead bust ur head would just explode
With red stuff i'm hand cuffed tossed in the paddy wagon
Braggin about how u shot it like a coward, bullets devour you showered
you
Niggars, if i was u niggas, i'll run while given the chance
Understand i can enchance the spirit of man
Death itself, it can't hurt me, just the thought of dying alone that
really
Irks me, u ain't worthy to speak thoughts of cheap talk
Be smart and stop trying to walk how g's walk before we spark
Hug the floor while we plan to the war with ur life, the tour and the
mic
I'll rather a whore with a knife, deliver that shit the coroner's like
You high hype poppin' shit in broad day light nigga ur a gonna at night

When The Music Stops

[Proof:]
Instigators, turn pits in cages
Let loose and bit the neighbours
wrist to razors
Ya'll don't want war, you want talk
In the dark my dogs all bark like woof
Proof nigga I'm a wolf, get your whole roof
Caved in like reindeer hoofs
Stomped the roof shake the floor tiles loose
The more ya'll breach, the more I moves
This hill street, this is hardcore blues
Put a gun to rap checking all our jewels (nigga)
Or make the news betcha all ya'll move
When the uzi pop, you better drop when the music stop

[Bizzare:]
Music's changed my life in so many ways
Brains confused and ed since the 5th grade
LL told me to rock the bells
NWA said the police
Now i'm in jail
93 was strictly R&B
ed up hair cut
Listen to Jodeci
Michael Jackson, who gonna tell me I ain't Mike
Ass cheeks painted white
ing Presilla at night
Flying down sunset smoking crack
Transvestite in the front
Eddi Murphy in the back
MOP had me grindy and griddy
Marilyn Manson, i dyed my hair blue
And grew some titties
Ludacris told me to throw them bowls
Now i'm in the hospital
Broken nose and a fractured elbow
Voices in my head, i'm going in shock,
I'm reaching for the glock but the music stops

[Bang]


"Say What You Say"
(feat. Dr. Dre & Timberland)
[Dr. Dre]
Huh, so I'm out the game huh?

[Eminem]
Yo Dre, we ridin?

[Dr. Dre]
Whatever

[Eminem]
Well I'm witchu homie

[Dr. Dre]
Ok, Let's handle this small shit

[Eminem]
I was born to brew up storms 'n stir up shit
Kick up dust, cuss til I slur up spit
Grew up too quick, won't through too much, through too much shit
Corrupt and I'm pour it on like syrup, bitch
Thick in gritz, sick and twisted Mr. Buttersworth
Dre tole me to milk this shit for what it's worth
Till the cow just tilts and tips 'n stumbles to earth
And if I fumble the verse, keep going
First take, I make mistakes, just keep it
No punches, pull no punches, that's weak shit
Fake shit if I ever take shit, I eat shit
Wasn't for him? I wouldn't be shit

[Dr. Dre]
Creep wit me, as we take a little trip down Memory Lane
Been here longer than anyone in the game
And I ain't got to lie about my age

[Eminem]
But what about Jermaine?

[Dr. Dre]
Jermaine, he don't belong speakin mine or Timbaland's name
And don't think I don't read your little interviews and see what your
sayin
I'ma giant, and I ain't gotta move till I'm provoked
When I see you, I'ma step on you and not even know it
Ya midget, Mini-Me, with a buncha little Mini-You's
Runnin around your backyard swimming pools
Over 80 million records sold
And I ain't had to do it with 10 or 11 year olds

[Chorus:]
Cuz 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 huh huh huh?

Cuz 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 huh huh huh?

[Eminem]
Second verse, it gets worst
It gets no better than this
Amatuers drink veteran piss
From a Dixie cup, if you ever mix me up
Or confuse me with a Canibus or Dre with a Dupri
Will rub it in, every club your in, we'll have you
Blackballed and make sure you never rap a en again
Dre ain't havin it as long as Im here, play Devil's Advocate

[Dr. Dre]
If there was some magic shit I could wave
Over the indusrty that could save it when I'm gone
And bury to make sure the tradition carries on
I would

[Eminem]
If I could only use this power for good
I wouldn't, not even if I could

[Dr. Dre]
From the hood and I'm a hornet
And I'ma only sting when I'm cornered

[Eminem]
And I'ma only sucker punch or swing without warnin
And swing to knock somebody's in head off
Cuz I know, when they get up, I won't get a chance to let off
Another punch, I'm punk-rock, no one's punk
Don't give a , white Pac, so much spunk
When I was little I knew I would blow up
And sell a mil or grow up to be a tiller
Go nuts and be a killer

[Dr. Dre]
And I'm somethin of a phenom
One puff of the chron
I'm unstoppable, I'm alive, I'm on top again
There's no obstacle that I can't conquer
So come along with us (Come On)

[Chorus:]
Cuz 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 huh huh huh?

Cuz 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 huh huh huh?

[Dr. Dre]
Now anybody who knows Dre
Knows I'm about fast cars and alize, partyin all day
But I handle my business cuz it's work before play
Don't look for trouble but I serve you gourmet
However you want it, you could have it your way
You my night up, I'ma up your day
Bullet with your name, sendin it your way
That goes for anyone who walks thru that doorway
Cuz this is my space, you invade it
Live to regret it and you die tryin to violate it
around and you'll get anahilated
Eyes diliated

[Eminem]
Ha, like my old lady
Cuz what you say is what you say
Sometimes what you mean is 2 different things
Depending on your mood, if it swings, think too many things
Little hit of Dre's weed, I can do anything
Catch a contact, then I'm gone and I'm back
I speed write and my loose leaves my lanch pad

[Dr. Dre]
And I can pull any string
Don't have to prove anything
Catch a contract on your head
You headed West, talk shit about Dre?
You better get a vest, then invest in something
To protect your head and neck

[Eminem]
And it's back and forth all day like Red and Meth
I joke when I say I'm the best in the booth
But a lot of truth is said injest
And if I ever do live to be a legend
I'ma die a sudden death, 5 mics in The Source
Ain't holdin' my in breath
But I suffocate for the respect
Fore I breath the collect the in check

[Chorus:]
Cuz 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 huh huh huh?

Cuz 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 huh huh huh?

[Dr. Dre]
Watch your in' mouth

[Timbaland]
Yo this Timbaland, tell him I said suck [tchka] my dick


"Till I Collapse"
(feat. Nate Dogg)

[Intro:]
'Cause sometimes you feel tired,
feel weak, and when you feel weak, you feel like you wanna just give up.
But you gotta search within you, you gotta find that inner strength
and just pull that shit out of you and get that motivation to not give
up
and not be a quitter, no matter how bad you wanna just fall flat on your
face and collapse.

[B/W Intro:]
Yo left, yo left, yo left right left
Yo left, yo left, yo left right left
Yo left, yo left, yo left right left
Yo left, yo left, yo left right left

[Verse #1:]
Till I collapse I’m spilling these raps long as you feel em
Till the day that I drop you’ll never say that I’m not killing them
Cause when I am not then I am stop pinning them
And I am not hip-hop and I’m just not Eminem.
Subliminal thoughts when I’m stop sending them women are caught in s
spin and hauk venom
Adrenaline shots of penicillin could not get the illing to stop.
Amoxacilin is just not real
enough.
The criminal cop killing hip-hop filling minimal swap to cop millions of
Pac listeners.
Your coming with me, feel it or not you’re gonna fear it like I showed
you the spirit of god
lives in us.
You hear it a lot, lyrics the shock is it a miracle or am I just a
product of pop fizzing up.
For shizzle my whizzle this is the plot listen up you bizzles forgot
slizzle does not give a
.

[Chorus - NateDogg]
Till the roof comes off, till the lights go out
Till my legs give out, can’t shut my mouth.
Till the smoke clears out and my high burns out
I’ma rip this shit till my bone collapse.
Till the roof comes off, till the lights go out
Till my legs give out, can’t shut my mouth.
Till the smoke clears out and my high burn out
I’ma rip this shit till my bone collapse.

[Verse #2:]
Music is like magic there’s a certain feeling you get when your real
and you spit and people are feeling your shit.
This is your moment and every single minute you spend trying to hold
onto it
cause you may never get it again.
So while you’re in it try to get as much shit as you can
and when your run is over just admit when its at its end.
Cause I’m at the end of my wits with half this shit that gets in.
I got a list here’s the order of my list that it’s in.
It goes, Reggie, Jay-Z, Tupac and Biggie, Andre from Outcast, Jada,
Kurupt,
Nas and then me. But in this industry I’m the cause of a lot of envy,
so when I’m not put on this list the shit does not offend me.
That’s why you see me walk around like nothing’s bothering me.
Even though half you people got a en problem with me.
You hate it but you know respect you’ve got to give me
The press's wet dream like Bobby and Whitney. Nate hit me.

[Chorus - NateDogg]

[Verse #3:]
Soon as a verse starts I eat it at MC’s heart
what is he thinking? I'ma not to go against me, smart.
And its absurd how people hang on every word.
I’ll probably never get the props I feel I ever deserve
But I’ll never be served my spot is forever reserved
If I ever leave earth that would be the death of me first.
Cause in my heart of hearts I know nothing could ever be worse.
That’s why I’m clever when I put together every verse
My thoughts are sporadic, I act like I’m an addict
I rap like I’m addicted to smack like I’m Kim Mathers.
But I don’t want to go forth and back in constant battles
The fact is I would rather sit back and bomb some rappers.
So this is like a full blown attack I’m launching at them
The track is on some battling raps who want some static
Cause I don’t really think that the fact that I’m Slim matters
A plaque of platinum status is whack if I’m not the baddest.

[Chorus - NateDogg]

[Outro:]
[Eminem & Natedogg Echo:]
Until the roof
The roof comes off
Until my legs
give out from underneath me

[Eminem:]
I will not fall,
I will stand tall,
Feels like no one could beat me.

"My Dad's Gone Crazy"
[Intro:]
[Tuning TV]
[Eminem Snortin Crack]

[TV Presenter:]
Hello boys and girls
Today we're gonna talk about father and daughter relationships
Do you have a daddy?
I'll bet you do
[Door opens]
who's your daddy?

[Hailie:]
Daddy, what're you doing?

[Beat starts]

[Eminem:]
Haha

[Eminem & Hailie:]
Ok then! everybody, listen up!

[Eminem:]
I'm goin to hell, who's comin' with me?

[Hailie:]
Somebody, please help him!
[giggle]
i think my dad gone crazy!

[Verse #1:]
There's no mountain i can't climb
There's no tower too high,
No plane that i can't learn how to fly
What do i gotta do to get through to you, to show you
There ain't nothing i can't take this chainsaw to
[Hailey Makes Chainsaw Sound]
in' brain's brawn, and brass balls
I cut 'em off, i got 'em pickled and bronzed in a glass jar
Inside of a hall, with my framed autographed,
Sunglasses with elton john's name, on my drag wall
I'm out the closet, i been lying my ass off
All this time, me and dre been ing with hats off

[Dr Dre:]
Suck it marshall

[Eminem:]
So tell Laura and her husband to back off
Before i push this mothering button and blast off
And launch one of these russians, and blast off
[Hailie Makes Explosion Sound]
Blow every ing thing, except afghanistan on the map, off
When will it stop? When will I knock the crap off?
[Knocking]
Hailie, tell 'em baby

[Hailie:]
My dad's lost it

[Chorus:]
[Eminem:]
There's really nothin' else to say I, I can't explain it

[Hailie:]
I think my dad gone crazy!

[Eminem:]
A little help from Hailie Jade won't you tell em' baby
[Hailie:]
I think my dad gone crazy!

[Eminem:]
Theres nothin' you could do or say that could ever change me
[Hailie:]
I think my dad gone crazy!

[Eminem:]
There's no one on earth that can save me, not even halie

[Hailie:]
I think my dad gone crazy!

[Verse 2:]
It's like my mother always told me
[Eminem Impersinates His Mom]
Rana Rana Rana Rana Rana Rana Rana Rana Rana Rana,
and codeine and goddamit, you little motherer
If you aint got nothin' nice to say then don't say nothin'
uh..
that shit, bitch, eat a motherin' dick
Chew on a prick, and lick a million motherin' cocks per second
I'd rather put out a mothering gospel record
I'd rather be a pussy-whipped bitch, eat pussy
And have pussy-lips glued to my face with a clit-ring in my nose
Then quit bringin my flows, quit giving me my ammo
Can't you see why i'm so mean? if y'all leave me alone, this wouldn't be
my
m.o.
I wouldn't have to go eenie meenie minie mo
Catch a homo by his toe, man i don't know no more
Am i the only in one who's normal any more?

[Hailie:]
Dad

[Chorus]

[Verse #3:]
My songs can make you cry, take you by surprise
And at the same time, make you dry your eyes with the same rhyme
See what you're seeing is a genius at work
Which to me isn't work, so it's easy to misinterpret it at first,
Cuz when i speak, it's tongue in cheek
I'd yank my in teeth before id ever bite my tongue
I'd slice my gums, get struck by in' lightning twice at once
And die and come back as vanilla ice's son
And walk around the rest of my life spit on
And kicked and hit with shit, every time i sung
Like R Kelly as soon as "bump n' grind" comes on
More pain inside of my brain, than the eyes of a little girl inside of a
plane
Aimed at the World Trade, standin' on Ronnie's grave,
Screaming at the sky, till clouds gather as Clyde Mathers and Bonnie
Jade
And thats pretty much the gist of it,Parents are pissed, but the kids
love
it
Nine millimeter, heater stashed, in two-seaters with meat cleavers
I don't blame you, i wouldn't let hailie listen to me neither

[Chorus]

[Outro:]
[Eminem:]
Crazy

[Hailie:]
ha ha
You're funny daddy!


"Curtains Close (Skit)"

[Ken Kaniff]
Is this thing on?
Where'd everybody go?
Guess who's back?
Back again….
Ken is back, tell some…men
Rub my back, Rub my back, Rub my back, Rub my back….
Eh….Wait…..Hello?
Eh…..Goodnight