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| موضوع: Eminem - The Eminem Show الإثنين فبراير 22, 2010 2:41 pm | |
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"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
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[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
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