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1. |
| 0:49 | ||||
Still on?
Yo, is the mic on? Check, check, check Alright, let′s do it Let′s go, come on (Eminem, Eminem, Eminem) |
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2. |
| 4:20 | ||||
[Eminem]
Lord please forgive me for what I do For I know not what I′ve done [Chorus: Eminem] Father please forgive me for I know not what I do I just never had the chance to ever meet you Therefore I did not know that I would grow to be My mother′s evil seed and do these evil deeds [Verse One] Momma had a baby and it′s head popped off (head popped off head popped off, head popped off, head popped off, head popped off) My momma don′t want me the next thing I know I′m gettin dropped off (gettin dropped off, gettin dropped off, gettin dropped off, gettin dropped off) Ring ring ring on the door bell and the next door neighbors on their front porch (their front porch, their front porch, their front porch, their front porch) But they didn′t want me neither so they left me on someone else′s lawn (else′s lawn, else′s lawn, else′s lawn) ′til somebody finally took me in My Great Aunt and Uncle, Edna ′n Charles (Edna ′n Charles Edna ′n Charles, Edna ′n Charles, Edna ′n Charles) They were the ones who were left in charge My elementary they gang up on me and sang this song (sang this song, sang this song, sang this song, sang this song) It went a little somethin like Mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb Debbie had a Satan spawn, Satan spawn Momma why do they keep saying this I just don′t understand, understand And by the way, where′s my daaaaaaaaaaad? [Chorus] [Verse Two] Predominantly, predominantly, everything′s always predominantly Predominantly white, predominantly black, but what about me where does that leave me? Well I guess that I′m between predominantly both of ′em, I think if I hear that fuckin word again I′ma scream While I′m projectile vomiting, what do I look like, a comedian to you? Do you think that I′m kidding? What do I look like some kind of idi- wait a minute, shit, don′t answer that - why am I so misunderstood? Why do I go through so much bullshit, it sucks bullshit, it′s tush mull bish Woe is me, there goes poor Marshall again whinin about his millions nd his mansion and his sorrow he′s always drownin in From the dad he never had, and how his childhood was so bad And how his mom was a dope addict, and his ex-wife how they go at it Man I′d hate to have it, as bad as that Mr. Mathers, claims he had it I can′t imagine it, that little rich poor white bastard needs to take some of that cash out the bank and take a bath in it Man if I only had half of it Shit, if you only knew the half of it [Chorus] [Verse Three] Evil deeds, while I plant these evil seeds Please release me from these demons I never had any of this shit planned mom, please believe I don′t wanna be Satan′s spawn, never got the chance to say I′m sorry Now look at all the pain I caused Dear Santa Claus, why you not comin this year again? What did I do that was so bad to deserve this? Everything could have been so perfect But life ain′t a fairytale, I′m about to be hoist up in the air Forty feet below me, there′s people everywhere I don′t even know what it feel like, they know me cause I′m in this ferris wheel And all I wanna do is go to the mall and take Hailie on the carousel Without this crowd everywhere I go, but life is like a merry-go-round Here we go now, doe-se-doe now, curtains up, the show must go Now ring around the rosie, the show′s over, you can all go home now But the curtain just don′t close for me, this ain′t how fame is supposed to be Where′s the switch I could just turn off and on, this ain′t what I chose to be So please God, give me the strength to have what it takes to carry on ′til I pass 50 back the baton, the camera′s on, my soul is gone [Chorus] - repeat 2X {*gunshot*} [Eminem] Oh! {*crowd cheering*} [Eminem] That′s him baby, let′s go {*shells hit floor, clips inserted*} [Eminem] Detroit! |
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3. |
| 2:40 | ||||
<i><b>Eminem</b></i>
There's not much you could do or say to phase me People think I'm a little bit crazy I get it from all angles, even occasionally Doc Dre-zie'll Have to step in every once in a while to save me To make me stop and think about it 'fore I just say things Sometimes I forget what other people just may think A lot of rappers probably wouldn't know how to take me If they heard some shit, I'd lay the tape 'fore they erase me I maybe a little too fast paced and racy Sometimes the average listener rewinds and plays me twenty times Cuz I say so many rhymes, it may seem like I'm goin too fast cuz my mind is racing And I could give a fuck what category you place me Long as when I'm pushing up daisies and gone As long as you place me amongst one of them greats When I hit the heavenly gates I'll be cool beside Jay-Z For every single die hard fan who embraced me I'm thankful for the talent in which God gave me And I'm thankful for the environment that he placed me Believe it or not, I thank my mom for how she raised me In the neighborhood daily, they jumped and chased me It only made me what I am today, see Regardless of what anybody believes who hates me You ain't gonna make or break me Tryna strip me of my credibility and make me look fake, G You're only gonna be in for a rude awakening Cuz sooner or later you haters are all gonna face me And when you face me with all the shit you've been saving to say to me You had all this time to think about it Now don't pussy out and try to wimp out, face me Cuz I've been patiently waiting for the day That we finally meet in the same place to see <i><b>Nate Dogg</b></i> No matter how many battles I been in and won No matter how many magazines on my nuts No matter how many emcees I eat up Ooh ooh, it's never enough No matter how many battles I been in and won No matter how many magazines on my nuts No matter how many emcees I eat up Ooh, ooh, it's never enough <i><b>50 Cent</b></i> My flow's untouchable now you gotta face it Uh oh, it gets worse when I go back to the basics You go say the wrong shit and get your face split The smell of victory, love it so much I can taste it The spot my talk, it blaze a direct hit Graze it, your peace talk, save it You shit sounds dated, you're overrated I'm obligated to study your moves then crush you mutherfuckers If I'm the best and the worst, then God's gift is a curse Soldier trained to destroy, you payin' attention boy? I spit shit, slick shit, so quick you miss it To be specific I go ballistic as hieroglyphic My music is a drug, press play, you ain't gotta sniff it Chew it or pop it, roll a bag and then chop it Get your high over and over, but you gotta cop it When it's hot, it's hot Your hatin' is undeniable, stop it <i><b>Nate Dogg</b></i> No matter how many battles I been in and won No matter how many magazines on my nuts No matter how many emcees I eat up Ooh ooh, it's never enough No matter how many battles I been in and won No matter how many magazines on my nuts No matter how many emcees I eat up Ooh, ooh, it's never enough |
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4. |
| 5:46 | ||||
[Intro] *
″What we have to do is deal with it when these individuals are young enough, if you will, to be saved. Not in a religious sense, but not to constitute what this country, at times calls (yeah) their throw-away children.″ ″We seem to be approaching (c′mon!) an age of the gross.″ {*burp*} ″We all have this idea that we should, move up a little bit from our parents′ station and each generation should do a little bit better.″ [Verse 1] Aight c′mon, let′s cut the bullshit enough, let′s get it started Let′s start addressin this issue and open it up Let′s take this shit back to the basement and we can discuss statements that′s made on this tape and this whole origin of the music that we all know and love, the music we all enjoy The music you accuse me of tryin to destroy Let′s rewind it to eighty-nine, when I was a boy On the Eastside of Detroit, crossin 8 Mile into Warren In the hick territory, I′d like to share a story This is my story, and can′t nobody tell it for me You have well informed me, and I′m well aware that I don′t belong here, you′ve made that perfectly clear I get my ass, kicked damn near everywhere From Bel-Air Shoppin Center just for stoppin in there From the black side all the way to the white side Okay there′s a bright side, a day that I might slide You may call it a pass, I call it haulin my ass Through that patch of grass over them railroad tracks Oh them railroad tracks, them old railroad tracks The good old notorious, so well known tracks [Chorus: repeat 2X] So let′s go back, follow the yellow brick road As we go on another episode Journey with me as I take you through this nifty little place That I once used to call home sweet home [Verse 2] I′d roam in the streets so much, they′d call me a drifter Sometimes I′d stick up a thumb just to hitchhike Just to get picked up, to get me a lift to 8 Mile and Van Dyke, or steal a God damn bike From somebody′s backyard, and drop it off at the park That was the halfway mark, to me Kim had to walk Back to her momma′s, from Chalmers, after dark To sneak me in the house, when I′m kicked out my mom′s That′s about the time, I first met Proof with Goofy Gary on the steps that I was born, handin out some flyers We was doin some talent shows at Centerline I had told him to stop by and check us some time He looked at me like I′m out my mind Shook his head, like white boys don′t know to rhyme I spit out a line, and rhymed birthday with first place And we both had the same rhymes that sound alike We was on the same shit, that Big Daddy Kane shit With compound syllables sound combined From that day we was down to ride Somehow we knew we′d meet again somewhere down the line [Chrous] [Verse 3] My first year of ninth grade, can′t forget that day of school It was cool, ′til your man MC Shan came through And said that ″Puma′s the brand, cause the Klan makes Troops″ It was rumors, but man, God damn, they flew Must have been true, because man, we done banned they shoes I had the new ones, the Cool J, ice lamb, suede too But we just threw them in the trash, like they yesterday′s news Guess who came through next, X-Clan debuted +Professor X+ (″Vanglorious″) exist in a state of +red, black, and green with a KEY, SISSIES!+ Now with this bein the new trend, we don′t fit in Crackers is out, with ″Cactus Albums,″ blackness is in African symbols and medallions, represent black power And we ain′t know what it meant, me and my man Howard and Butter would go to the mall with them all over our necks like we′re showin ′em off Not knowin at all we was bein laughed at ″You ain′t even half black; you ain′t ′posed to have that homey, let me grab that, and that Flava Flav clock we gon′ have to snatch that,″ all I remember is meetin back at Manics′s basement, sayin how we hate this How racist but dope the X-Clan′s tape is Which reminds me, back in eighty-nine me and Kim broke up for the first time, she was tryin to two-time me And there was this black girl at our school who thought I was cool cause I rapped, so she was kinda eyein me And oh, the irony, guess what her name was Ain′t even gonna say it plus, the same color hair as hers was And blue contacts, and a pair of jugs The bombest God damn girl in our whole school If I could pull it, not only would I become more popular But I would be able to piss Kim off at the same time But it backfired, I was supposed to dump her But she dumped me for this black guy, and that′s the last I ever seen or heard or spoke to the ″Ol′ Foolish Pride″ girl But I′ve heard people say they heard the tape, and it ain′t that bad But it was, I singled out a whole race And for that I apologize (apologize) I was wrong (was wrong) Cause no matter what color a girl is she′s still a ho [Chorus] [Outro] Shut the fuck up, you fuckin pieces of shit! Get the fuck away from me you big fuckers! |
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5. |
| 4:57 | ||||
Step by step heart to heart
left right left We all fall down Step by step heart to heart left right left We all fall down like toy soldiers Bit by bit torn apart We never win But the battle wages on for toy soldiers I'm suppose to be the soldier who never blows his composure Even though I hold the weight of the whole world on my shoulders I ain't never suppose to show it my crew ain't suppose to know it Even if it means going toe to toe with the Benzino it don't matter I never drag em in battles that I can handle less I absolutely have to I'm suppose to set an example I need to be the leader My crew looks for me to guide em If some shit ever just pop off I'm suppose to be beside em That Ja shit I tried to squashed it it was too late to stop it There's a certain line you just don't cross it and he crossed it I heard him say Hailie's name on a song and I just lost it It was crazy this shit went way beyond some Jay Z and Nas shit And even though the battle was won I feel like we lost it I spent so much energy on it honestly I'm exhausted I'm so caught it I almost feel like I'm the one who caused it This ain't what I'm in hip hop for it's not why I got in it Now it's never my object to for someone to get killed Why would I wanna destroy something I helped build It wasn't my intentions my intentions were good I went through my whole career with out ever mentioning And that's just outta respect for not running my mouth And talking about something that I knew nothing about Plus Dre told me stay out just wasn't my beef So I did I just fell back watched and gritted my teeth while he's all over TV Now I'm talking a man who literally saved my live like fuck it I understand this is business and this shit just isn't none of my business But still knowing this shit could pop off at any minute Step by step heart to heart left right left We all fall down like toy soldiers Bit by bit torn apart We never win But the battle wages on for toy soldiers It used to be time when you could just say a rhyme And wouldn't have to worry about one of your people dying But now it's elevated cause once you put someone's kids in it Shit gets escalated it ain't just words no more is it It's a different ball game call names and you ain't just rapping We actually tried to stop the 50 and Ja beef from happening Me and Dre had sat with him kicked it and had a chat with him And asked him not to start it he wasn't gonna go after him Until Ja start gabbing in magazines how he stabbed him Fuck it 50 smash him mash him and let him have it Mean while my intentions pulley'd in other directions Some receptionist said the source who answers phones at his desk has an erection for me and thinks that I'll be his resurrection Tries to blow the dust of his mic and make a new record But now he's fucked the game up cause one of the ways I came was through that publication the same one that made me famous Now the owner of it got a grudge against me for nothing but fuck it That motha fucker can get it too fuck em then But I'm so busy being pissed off I don't stop to think That we just inherited 50's beef with murder inc And he's inherited mine which is fine ain't like either of us mind Still have soldiers that is on the front line that's willing to die for us As soon as we give the orders never to extort us Strictly to show they support us Maybe shout em out in a rap or up in chorus to show we love em back And to let em know how important is to have Runyon Avenue soldiers up in our corners Their loyalty to us is worth more then any award is But I ain't trying to have none of me people hurt or murdered It ain't worth it I can't think of a perfecter way to word it Then to just say that I love y'all too much to see the verdict I'll walk away from it all before I'll let it go any further Now don't get it twisted it's not a plea that I'm coping I'm just willing to be the bigger man If y'all can quiet popping off at the jaws with the knocking Cause frankly I'm sick of talking I'm not gonna let someone else's coffin rest on my conscious Step by step heart to heart left right left We all fall down like toy soldiers Bit by bit torn apart We never win But the battle wages on for toy soldiers |
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6. |
| 5:18 | ||||
I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America
And to the Republic for which it stands One nation under God Indivisible... It feels so good to be back.. I scrutinize every word, memorize every line I spit it once, refuel and re-energize and rewind I give sight to the blind, my insight through the mind I exercise my right to express when I feel it's time It's just all in your mind, what you interpret it as I say to fight, you take it as I'mma whip someone's ass If you don't understand, don't even bother to ask A father who has grown up with a fatherless past Who has blown up now to rap phenomenon that has Or at least shows no difficulty multi-task And in juggling both perhaps mastered his craft Slash entrepreneur who has held onto few more rap acts Who's had a few obstacles thrown his way through the last half Of his career typical manure moving past that Mr. kisses ass crack, he's a class act Rubber band man, yea he just snaps back Come along follow me as I lead through the darkness As I provide just enough spark that we need to proceed Carry on, give me hope, give me strength Come with me and I won't steer you wrong Put your faith and your trust as I guide us through the fog To the light at the end of the tunnel We gonna fight, we gonna charge, we gonna stomp, we gonna march Through the swamp, we gonna mosh through the marsh Take us right through the doors (c'mon) All the people up top on the side and the middle Come together lets all bomb and swamp just a little Just let it gradually build from the front to the back All you can see is a sea of people some white and some black Don't matter what color, all that matters we gathered together To celebrate for the same cause don't matter the weather If it rains let it rain, yea the wetter the better They ain't gonna stop us they can't, we stronger now more than ever They tell us no we say yea, they tell us stop we say go Rebel with a rebel yell, raise hell we gonna let em know Stomp, push, shove, mush, Fuck Bush, until they bring our troops home (c'mon) Come along follow me as I lead through the darkness As I provide just enough spark that we need to proceed Carry on, give me hope, give me strength Come with me and I won't steer you wrong Put your faith and your trust as I guide us through the fog To the light at the end of the tunnel We gonna fight, we gonna charge, we gonna stomp, we gonna march Through the swamp, we gonna mosh through the marsh Take us right through the doors (c'mon) Imagine it pouring, it's raining down on us Mosh pits outside the oval office Someone's tryina tell us something, Maybe this is god just sayin' we're responsible For this monster, this coward, That we have empowered This is Bin Laden, look at his head noddin' How could we allow something like this without pumping our fists Now this is our final hour Let me be the voice in your strength and your choice Let me simplify the rhyme just to amplify the noise Try to amplify the times it, and multiply by six... Teen million people, Are equal at this high pitch Maybe we can reach alqueda through my speech Let the president answer a higher anarchy Strap him with an Ak-47, let him go, fight his own war Let him impress daddy that way No more blood for oil, we got our own battles to fight on our own soil No more psychological warfare, to trick us to thinking that we ain't loyal If we don't serve our own country, we're patronizing a hero Look in his eyes its all lies The stars and stripes, they've been swiped, washed out and wiped And replaced with his own face, Mosh now or die If I get sniped tonight you know why, Cause I told you to fight. Come along follow me as I lead through the darkness As I provide just enough spark that we need to proceed Carry on, give me hope, give me strength Come with me and I won't steer you wrong Put your faith and your trust as I guide us through the fog To the light at the end of the tunnel We gonna fight, we gonna charge, we gonna stomp, we gonna march Through the swamp, we gonna mosh through the marsh Take us right through the doors (c'mon) And as we proceed, To Mosh through this desert storm, In these closing statements, if they should argue Let us beg to differ As we set aside our differences And assemble our own army To disarm this Weapon of Mass Destruction That we call our President, for the present And Mosh for the future of our next generation To speak and be heard Mr. President, Mr. Senator Do you guy's hear us...hear us...[laughing] (Hailie) |
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7. |
| 4:08 | ||||
[Eminem]
There I go.. thinkin of you again [Chorus] You, don′t, know, how, sick, you, make, me You make me fuckin sick to my stomach Every time I think of you, I puke! You, must, just, not, know-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ohh You may not think you do, but you do Every time I think of you, I puke! [Verse 1] I was gonna take the time to sit down and write you a little poem But off of the dome would probably be a little more More suitable, for this type of song - whoa I got a million reasons off the top of my head that I can think of Sixteen bars just ain′t enough to put some ink ta So fuck it I′ma start right here, I′ll just be briefer Bout to rattle off some of the reasons I knew I shouldn′t go and get another tattoo of you on my arm, but what do I go and do? I go and get another one, now I got two, ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooh I′m sittin here, with your name on my skin I can′t believe I went and did this stupid shit again My next girlfriend, now her name′s gotta be Kim, shiii-iii-iii-iit If you only knew, how much I hated you For every motherfuckin thing you′ve ever put us through Then I wouldn′t be standin here cryin over you, booo-ooo-ooo-ooo-hoo [Chorus] [Verse 2] I was gonna take the time to sit down and write you a little letter But I thought a song would probably be a little better Instead of a letter, that you′d probably just shred up - yeah I stumbled on your picture yesterday and it made me stop and think of How much of a waste it′d be for me to put some ink ta A stupid piece′a - paper I′d rather let you see how much I fuckin hate you in a freestyle You′re a fuckin cokehead slut I hope you fuckin die I hope you get to hell and Satan sticks a needle in your eye I hate your fuckin guts you fuckin slut I hope you die, die-ie-ie-ie-ie-ie-ie! But please don′t get me wrong - I′m not bitter I′m mad It′s not that I still love you, it′s not cause I want you back It′s just that when I think of you it makes me wanna yak, aaa-aaa-aaaak But when else can I do, I haven′t got a clue Now I guess I just move on I have no choice but to But every time I think of you, now all I wanna do, is puuu-uuu-uuuke! [Chorus] {*puking sounds*} [Eminem] God damn... Fuckin bitch |
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8. |
| 5:03 | ||||
Ohh!
Yeah! So much for first single on this one [Verse 1] Shady′s the lable, Aftermath is the stable That the horses come out erra Of course we′re about to stir up Some shit thick as Mrs Buttersworth′s syrup It′s the mr. picked on Christopher Reeves Just for no reason other than the just to tease him Cause he was as big as ?? He used to be Superman Now we′re pourin liquor on the crib in his name for him Eminem you wait till′ we meet up again Fucker I′m kickin your ass for everything you′ve ever said It′s one for the money two for the fuckin show Ready get set, let′s go Here comes the bucking bronco stompin and stampedin up the damn street Like them buffalo soldiers I told ya I′m bout′ to blow So look out below, geronimo, motherfuckers is dominos I′m on a roll, around and around I go When will I stop? I don′t know Tryna pick up where the Eminem Show left off But I know anything′s possible Though I′m not gonna top what I sold I′m at the top of my game That shit is not gonna change Long as I got Dr. Dre on my team I′ll get away with murder I′m O.J. he′s like my cock from the day We keep the mark from the tapes In a safe, locked them away Better watch what you say Just when you thought you were safe Them fuckers got you on tape You swear to god you was playin Whether or not you was little Joshua Gosh I wish I coulda told you to not do the same Cause one day it could cost you your name [chorus] And this was supposed to be my first single But I just fucked that up so, Fuck it, let′s all have fun let′s mingle Slap a bitch and smack a ho This was supposed to be my catchy little jingle That you hear on your radio But shit′s about to hit the shingle Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh No erra Oh Ah erra Oh Ah erra Oh Ah erra Oh Oh Ah Ah Oh Ah Oh Ah Oh Ah Oh Ah Poo Poo Ca Ca [Verse 2] Erra Erra Eric swallowed some generic sleeping pills And woke up in bed next to his best friend Derick bare naked chicka chicka chicka .. And then just turned 16 and used a fake id To sneak in V.I.P. to see R. Kelly Hehehehehe, to be so young and naive Oh what I wouldn′t give to live so Kim and care free Paris and Nikki′s parents must be so tickled to cherish Every picture with their kids with hickeys all over their necks Hickory Dickory derr digga Look at me work wizardry with these words Am I a jerk or just jerk chicken Or Chicka chicka chicka chicka jer jer jerkin the chain 22 jerks and a jerk circle Or is it a circle jerk or wait a minute What am I sayin, allow me to run it back and rewind it rrrbb lemme ask you again Am I just jerkin the chain Am I bizerk or insane Or am I just one of them damn amateurs Workin the damn camera filmin one of them Paris Hilton home made pornos Who keeps tiltin the lens at an angle Chicka Chicka Just recently somebody just discovered Britney and Justin videotapes of them fuckin When they were just mouseketeers in the Mickey Mouse club And dusted them and went straight to The Source with them Cause they coulda sworn someone said Nuh- And then tried to erase and record over it But if you listen close enough to it you can hear the Uh Uh and then the come-to-find-out-it-was-Justin Sayin ′I′m done-uh!′ Come on this was [chorus] supposed to be my first single But I just fucked that up so, Fuck it, let′s all have fun let′s mingle Slap a bitch and smack a ho This was supposed to be my catchy little jingle That you hear on your radio But shit′s about to hit the shingle Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh No erra Oh Ah erra Oh Ah erra Oh Ah erra Oh Oh Ah Ah Oh Ah Oh Ah Oh Ah Oh Ah Poo Poo Ca Ca [Verse 3] Any opinions or somethin you just wanna get off your chest And address it about my lyrics I′d love to hear it All you gotta do is pick up the phone and just dial up this number It′s 1-800-I′m a dick sucker I love to suck a dick And if someone picks up you can talk all the shit you want about me Just type in your number back and follow it by the pound key And I′ll be sure to get back As soon as there comes a day that I fall out with Dre Wake up gay, make up with Ray (Hey!) So fuck a chicken, lick a chicken, suck a chicken, Beat a chicken, eat a chicken like it′s a big cock(?) bawka-bi-kaw Or suck a dick, and lick a dick and eat a dick And stick a dick in your mouth I′m done you can fuck off fucka-fucka-fuck offf! [chorus] And this was supposed to be my first single But I just fucked that up so, Fuck it, let′s all have fun let′s mingle Slap a bitch and smack a ho This was supposed to be my catchy little jingle That you hear on your radio But shit′s about to hit the shingle Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh No erra Oh Ah erra Oh Ah erra Oh Ah erra Oh Oh Ah Ah Oh Ah Oh Ah Oh Ah Oh Ah Poo Poo Ca Ca |
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9. |
| 0:32 | ||||
Em, What's goin' on?, this is Paul Rosenburg here, faithful attourney o' law.
Listen, I er listened to the rough copy, of, your album and, er, you know, I just gotta be honest with you, er, could you turn it down a little bit because, there's only so much I can explain. |
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10. |
| 5:14 | ||||
Yeahhh..
Definitely - definately, definately dope Definitely - definately K-Mart, yeah Yeah {*farts*} [Eminem] You find me offensive; I find you offensive for finding me offensive Hence if I should draw out or line any fences; if so to what extents if any should I go? Cause it′s getting expensive Being on the other side of the courtroom on the defensive They say I cause extensive psychological nerve damage to the brain when I go to lengths; this far at other people′s expenses I say you′re all just too God damned sensitive It′s censorship and it′s downright blasphemous Let′s end this shit now cause I won′t stand for this And Christo-pher Reeves won′t sit for this neither And let′s clear this up too I ain′t got no beef with him either He used to be like a hero to me I even believe I had one of those 25 cent stickers on my refrigerator Right next to Darth Vader And Darth must of put a hex on him for later I feel like it′s my fault cause of the way that I stuck him up in between him and Lex Luthor I killed Superman I killed Super-man, and how ironic That I′d be the bad guy, kryptonite, the green chronic [Chorus] Cause I ain′t got no legs, or no brain Nice to meet you, hi my name is... I forgot my name! My aim was not to become what I became; with this level of fame My soul is possessed by this devil - my new name is... Rain Man [Eminem] Now in the bible it says Thou shalt not watch two lesbians in bed, have homosexual sex Unless of course you were given the consent to join in Then of course it′s intercourse and it′s bisexual sex Which isn′t as bad, as long as you show some remorse for your actions; either before during or after Performing the act of that which Is normally referred to as such more commonly known phrases That are more used by today′s kids, in a more derogatory way But who′s to say, what′s fair to say And what not to say, let′s ask Dr. Dre Dr. Dre (what up?) I got a question if I may (yeah) Is it gay to play putt-putt golf with a friend (yeah) And watch his butt butt when he tees off (yeah) But uh, I ain′t done yet In football the quarterback yells out hut hut While he reaches in another grown man′s ass Grabs on his nuts but just what if It was never meant, it was just an accident But he tripped fell slipped and his penis went in His teeny tiny little round hiney and he didn′t mean it But his little weenie flinched just a little bit And I don′t need to go into any more details but What if he pictured it as a female′s butt Is that gay? I just need to clear things up ′Til then I′ll just walk around with a manly strut, because [Chorus] [Eminem] You find me offensive, I find you offensive Shit this is the same verse, I just did this When am I gonna come to my good senses Probably the day Bush comes to my defenses My spider sense is tellin me Spider-Man is nearby And my plan is to get him next And open up a whoop ass canister God damnit Dre, where′s the God damned beat (yeah) Anyway, anyway I don′t know how else to put it This is the only thing that I′m good at I am the bad guy, kryptonite, the green chronic Demonic, yup yup, don′t worry I′m on it I got it, high five Nick Lachey Stuck a pin in Jessica′s ass and walked away And as she flew around the room like a balloon I Grabbed the last can of chicken tuna out the trash can and zoom I Headed straight back to the Neverland Ranch With a peanut butter jelly chicken tuna sandwich And I don′t even gotta make no God damned sense I just did a whole song and I didn′t say shit! [Chorus] [Eminem] Cause AHH-AHH-AHH-AHH-AHH! Yup, Rain Man Definitely, definitely Dr. Dre Super dope, beatmaker Two thousand, two thousand four-hundred and eighty-seven million Nine hundred and se-seventy-three thousand four hundred and sixty-three.. .. seventy |
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11. |
| 4:27 | ||||
I don′t understand! Why are you being so mean?
You′re a mean mean man! [Chorus] You are just jealous of me cause you, you just can′t do what I do So instead of just admitting it, you walk around and say All kinds of really mean things about me cause you′re a meanie, a meanie But it′s only cause you′re, just really jealous of me Cause I′m what you want to be, so you just look like an idiot When you say these mean things, cause it′s too easy to see You′re really just a big weenie, big weenie [Verse 1] Alright listen, I need you to focus I need you to go dig deep in your mind, this is important We are going to perform an experiment of the sorts I′m going to have to ask you to bear with me for a moment Now I need you to open, your mind - your eyes close ′em You are now about to be placed under my hypnosis For the next four and a half minutes, we are going to explore into your mind to find out why you′re so fucking jealous Now why did they make Yoo-Hoo? Hippity ga-ga boo-boo Psych I′m kidding, I just wanted to see if you′re still listening Okay, now I need your undivided attention Sir I have a question - why do I always sense this undeniable tension, from the moment that I enter into the room It gets all quiet and whispers Whenever there′s conversation, why am I always mentioned? I′ve been dying to ask, it′s been itchin at me, is it just because [Chorus] [Verse 2] Alright now I, I just flubbed a line I was going to say something extremely important But I forgot who or what it was - I fucked up Psych I′m kidding again you idiot, no I didn′t That′s just what you wanted to hear from me is that I fucked up, ain′t it? But I can bust one take without lookin at no paper {*crumple*} It doesn′t take a bunch of takes or me to stand here in this booth all day For me to say the truth, okay? You′re drooling, you have tooth decay Your mouth is open, you′re disgusting, what the fuck you eat for lunch? A bunch of sweets or something, what? You munch a bunch of Crunch ′N Munch? Your tooth is rotten to the gum, tour breath stinks, wanna chew some gum? Yes I do sir, what am I on? You sir are on truth serum Marshall I′m so jealous of you, please say you won′t tell nobody I′d be so embarrassed, I′m just absolutely terrified That someone′s gonna find out why I′m saying all these terrible evil and awful mean things, it′s my own insecurity! [Chorus] [Verse 3] Alright now we, we′re going to conduct That experiment that we were talking about earlier Just to see what a frog, looks like when it takes two hits of ecstasy Cause that′s exactly what your eyes look like, want to check to see? Here′s a mirror, notice the resemblence here? Wait, let me put these sunglasses on, now look in this mirror How about now? What do you have in common? You′re both green with envy and look like idiots with sunglasses on ′em You look like I sound like, singing about weenies Now take my weenie out of your mouth This is between me and you, I know you′re not happy I know you′d much rather see me lying in the corner of a room somewhere crying, curled up in a ball tweaked out of my mind dying There is no denying that my weenie is much bigger than yours is Mine is like sticking a banana between two oranges Why you even doing this to yourself, it′s pointless Why do we have to keep on going through this, this is tortureous My point is this - that if you say mean things, your weenie will shrink Now I forgot what the chorus is, you′re just a.. [Chorus] [Eminem] Get the fuck off my dick! |
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12. |
| 1:12 | ||||
Aye yo Paul, It′s Em
I got your call about the Michael Jackson thing And I know that he′s not ′thrilled′ about the video What does he ′wanna be startin′ somethin′?′ Well I′ll show him who′s really ′bad′ Paul, ′the way you make me feel′ with these calls You should really take a look at the ′man in the mirror′ And tell him to ′beat it′ because I ′won′t stop till I get enough′ Do you ′remember the time′ we were watching the ′Billy Jean′ video? Well he′ll always be that Michael to me And it doesn′t matter if he′s ′black or white′ Because I ′can′t stop loving him′ and I hate plastic surgeons And I hope they all fucking die! How do you like that? And I like him, I like him a lot I want to touch him but I can′t Excuse me, I′m taking a shit Sorry Anyways, call me back I have this idea about how I want to end the show So, hit me when you get this message fucker Oh, and by the way No I don′t have a new gun [click] (goddamn it) |
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13. |
| 4:09 | ||||
[Eminem making sounds]
Ok.. Guess who′s back? Back again Shady′s back Tell a friend (Whaaaaaaaa) Now everyone report to the dance floor To the dance floor, to the dance floor Now everyone report to the dance floor Alright Stop!.....Pajama time Come here little kiddies, On my lap Guess who′s back with a brand new rap? And I don′t mean rap as in a new case of child investigation accusation (HA-HA-HA-HA-HA) No worries, papa′s got a brand new bag of toys What else could I possibly do to make noise? I done touched on everything, but little boys That′s not a stab at Micheal That′s just a metaphor, I′m just physco I go a little bit crazy sometimes I get a little bit out of control with my rhymes Good God, dip, do a little slide Bend down, touch your toes and just glide Up the center of the dance floor Like TP from my bumhole And it′s cool if you let one go Nobody′s gonna know, who′d hear it? Give a little ′poot poot′, it′s OK! [Fart Sound] Oops my cd just skipped And everyone just heard you let one rip Now I′m gonna make you dance It′s your chance Yeah boy shake that ass Oops I mean girl girl girl girl Girl you know you′re my world Alright now lose it (HA-HA-HA-HA-HA) Just lose it (HA-HA-HA-HA-HA) Go crazy (HA-HA-HA-HA-HA) Oh baby (HA-HA) Oh baby, baby (HA-HA) It′s Friday and it′s my day Used to party all the way to sunday Maybe til monday, I dunno what day Everyday′s just a holiday Crusin′ on the freeway Feelin′ kinda breezy Got the top down, lettin′ my hair blow I dunno where I′m goin′ All I know is when I get there Someone′s gonna ′touch my body′ Excuse me miss, I don′t mean to sound like a jerk But I′m feelin′ just a little stressed out from work Could you punch me in the stomach and pull my hair? Spit on me, maybe gouge my eyes out? (Yeah) Now, what′s your name girl? What′s your sign? ′Man, you must be up out your mind′ DRE! (HA-HA) Dear God goes blind! I′m just tryna unwind now I′m Now I′m gonna make you dance It′s your chance Yeah boy shake that ass Oops I mean girl girl girl girl Girl you know you′re my world Alright now lose it (HA-HA-HA-HA-HA) Just lose it (HA-HA-HA-HA-HA) Go crazy (HA-HA-HA-HA-HA) Oh baby (HA-HA) Oh baby, baby (HA-HA) It′s Tuesday and I′m locked up I′m in jail and I don′t know what happend They say I was running butt naked Down the street screaming (HA-HA-HA-HA-HA) Well I′m sorry, I don′t remember All I know is this much I′m not guilty They said, ′Save it, boy we gotcha you on tape yellin′ at an old lady ′touch my body!′′ Now this is the part where the rap breaks down It gets real intense, no one makes a sound Everything looks like it′s 8 Mile now The beat comes back and everybody lose themselves Snap back to reality Look it′s B.Rabbit! Yo you signed me up to battle!? I′m a grown man! Chubba chubba chubba chubba chubba chubbie I don′t have any lines to go right here so, chubba teletubbie! Fella′s (WHAT?!) Fella′s (WHAT?!) Grab you left nut, make right one jealous (what?) Black girls, white girls, skinny girls Fat girls, tall girls, small girls I′m callin′ all girls Everyone report to the dance floor It′s your chance for a little romance whore Butt squeezin′ it′s the season Just go (HA-HA-HA-HA) It′s so appealin′ Now I′m gonna make you dance It′s your chance Yeah boy shake that ass Oops I mean girl girl girl girl Girl you know you′re my world Alright now lose it (HA-HA-HA-HA-HA) Just lose it (HA-HA-HA-HA-HA) Go crazy (HA-HA-HA-HA-HA) Oh baby (HA-HA) Oh baby, baby (HA-HA) UmMmMmm touch my body UmMmMmm touch my body Ooh boy just touch my body I mean girl just touch my body |
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15. |
| 5:11 | ||||
<i><b>Eminem</b></i>
If there's any bitches in this room, then there's something I gotta say For all the fools who fell for the first girl who comes their way I've been down that road and now I'm back, sittin' on square one Tryna pick myself up where I started from <i><b>Obie Trice</b></i> I never woulda thought that I'd see you outta control Even though my penis was deep down in your hole You should know between us we was like mates to soul Nothing could intervene us, especially no hoes You was more or so the chalant type, I chose To more shows, haunted you nights I suppose That's how it go, with time spent, emotion grows In the beginning, friends we decided to roll So who's responsible when you get excited, explode And Obie's grinning, then you invite that Obie's cold But bitches the gon' talk, niggas they gon' hate We established this way before we became mates So whats required is that you chill with all that fire Get your desire when I retire Spend some time with me, say that you'll be mine I never thought I'd find someone to be mine Lord knows I was right cuz you just crossed the line Spend some time with me, say that you'll be mine <i><b>Eminem</b></i> I used to say I never met a girl like you before Still ain't got a fuckin' clue as to who you truly are Almost went as far as introducing you to my daughters Till you went as far as goin' and snoopin' through my drawers Now I just feel stupid for the loop that you threw me for Can't believe I almost flew the coop for some stupid whore You used to say all you wanted was for me to be yours All I ever wanted from you was a few booty calls If you recall I used to treat you like a groupie broad When we fucked I refused to even take my jewelry off But it threw me off the first time I called and you blew me off It was a shock, it struck me as odd but it turned me on You started getting moody on me, pretty soon we'd argue And the ruder you got, the more beautiful you got to me And who woulda even knew that who woulda even thought possibly Cupid could shoot another one of them God damn darts at me It's true that I got shot in the heart But when someone seems too good to be true, they usually are But see, when you're in it it's too hard to see Till you pull up and see some other dude's car parked and reach Up under the seat as your heart starts to beat Before you make a decision that's life altering And just as you halt and you turn and you start to leave You hear them words echoing, almost haunting, that taunting ring Spend some time with me, say that you'll be mine I never thought I'd find someone to be mine Lord knows I was right cuz you just crossed the line Spend some time with me, say that you'll be mine <i><b>Stat Quo</b></i> In most cases, Stat's attitude is fuck-a-bitch My only motive is to get head and fuck a bitch But you was different, thought we shared a covenant Even held your hand in public, we sufferin' because of this Shorty on some whole 'notha other shit Tryna play sick thinkin' i'mma trick off rick I'll admit, I was caught in the mix, down to commit Feed you the best of me, I shoulda fed you piss We started off closer than close But who coulda predicted to know, your triflin' ways woulda stopped our growth And the final result, back in that same boat I ask myself, do I love these hoes? NO! <i><b>50 Cent</b></i> Em introduced us, "50 this is Tanya, Tanya this is 50" Then slid off and left her to kick it with me I complimented her, I said you have very nice lips With my imagination, I could see her suckin' my dick We played the phone game, a week later, shit changed fast Had her comin' over in a cab to give me some ass Downtown Manhattan on the balcony, stare at the skyline Penthouse full of imported shit, you know how I grind She got to talkin', talkin' like an opportunist too Why talk when suckin' my dick is the real career move? Said she's an inspiring actress, she do videos for practice Yeah, yeah, now how many times have I heard that shit? Spend some time with me, say that you'll be mine I never thought I'd find someone to be mine Lord knows I was right cuz you just crossed the line Spend some time with me, say that you'll be mine |
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18. |
| 4:27 | ||||
[Intro]
I told ya′ll mothafuckas I was comin back What now nigga what now what You′s the projects nigga [Chorus- Eminem] One shot two shot three shot four shot All I hear is gunshots this is where the fun stops Bodies drop hit the floor music′s off Parties stop, everybody hit the door someone′s lickin shots off [Verse 1- Bizarre] You bitches is gone I′m dropped in the club And I′m tryna run and get my mothafuckin gun (nigga what about your wife) nigga fuck my wife I′m tryna run and save my mothafuckin life Oh shit the shoot is comin Bitches, hoes niggas is runnin People shot all over the floor And I′m tryna make it to the ?? door Thats the sound of the glock Even DJ ?? fucked around and go shot I done messed around and forgot my tec I don′t see no body but Fab Five and Hex [Verse 2- Kuniva] (Kuniva you aight) These niggas is trippin (Where′s Bizarre at?) I′m tryna slip through the exit and get to where my car is at Bitches screamin everywhere and niggas is wilin Two minutes ago we was all jokin and smilin This chick is clingin onto me sobbin and sighin Sayin she didn′t mean to diss me earlier and she cryin But its real and cats is gettin killed So I hugged her and used her body as a human shield And she got hit now she yellin (Don′t leave me!) I told her I′d be right back and the dumb bitch would leave me I squeezed through the back door and made my escape I ran and got my 38 I hope its not to late [Chorus- Eminem] One shot two shot three shot four shot All I hear is gunshots this is where the fun stops Bodies drop hit the floor music′s off Parties stop, everybody hit the door someone′s lickin shots off [Verse 3- Swifty] (nigga I been tryna call you all day mothafucka where you at?) I′m on seven mile what the fuck was that Damn somebody hit me from the back (With they car?) With a gat nigga and my tire is flat And I just hit a pole, them niggas some hoes (Is you hit?) Iono but I can tell you what they drove It was a black Mitzubeashe (sp?) wit (Shit thats the clique we beefin wit I swear) Man and I was on my way there Believe me I′m leavin a carcus today I′ma park my car and walk the rest of the way I′m in the mood to strut, my AK ain′t even tuck I′ma meet you at the club we gon′ fuck these hoes up [Chorus- Eminem] One shot two shot three shot four shot All I hear is gunshots this is where the fun stops Bodies drop hit the floor music′s off Parties stop, everybody hit the door someone′s lickin shots off [Verse 4- Eminem] I never seen no shit like this is my life before People will still camp out from the night before Sleepin outside the door waitin in line Still tryna get inside the club to see D12 perform The fire marshalls no, the venue′s too small People are wall to wall three thousand and some odd vans And some come walk from out the parkin lot Get into an argument over a parkin spot He′s about to pull his gun out and let′s a few of ′em off Missed who he′s aimin for six feet away′s the door In St. Andrew′s hall not a stray slidin all over the place Sprays one bitch in the face another one of ′em came through the wall Before anyone could even hear the first shot go off I′m posted up by the bar havin a Mozeltoff Bullet wizzed right by my ear damn near shot it off Thank god I′m alive I gotta find Denaun And where the fuck is Von he usually tucks one on him Wait a minute I think I just saw Bizarre Nah I guess not, what the fuck oh my god it was I never saw him run so fast in my life Look at him haulin ass I think he left his wife There she is on the ground bein trampled I go to grab her up by the damn hand and I can′t pull her God damn there just went another damn bullet I′m hit My vest is barely able to handle it, its to thin If I get hit again I can′t do it, I scoop deep Follow Bizarre′s path and ran through it And made it to the front door and collapsed on the steps Looked up and I seen Swift shootin it out But I can′t see who he′s shootin it out with But Denaun′s right behind him squeezin his four fifth [Chorus- Eminem] One shot two shot three shot four shot All I hear is gunshots this is where the fun stops Bodies drop hit the floor music′s off Parties stop, everybody hit the door someone′s lickin shots off [Verse 5- Kon Artis] It′s Friday night came to this bitch right Big ass to my left and Desert Eagle to my right I ain′t come in this bitch to party I came in this bitch to fight Although I can′t stay here to fight cuz I′m poppin niggas tonight Thats right bitches I′m drunk with revenge Shot a bouncer in the neck for tryna check when I get in Swift told me to meet him here so its clear that this fucka Shoot out the back of his truck goes up in this mothafucka So one shot for the money two′s to stop the show Third′s for the bartender there′s plenty of shots to go (I just wanna know who′s drivin a black Mitsubishi) He tried to run so Proof shot him in the knee wit a three piece [Chorus- Eminem] One shot two shot three shot four shot All I hear is gunshots this is where the fun stops Bodies drop hit the floor music′s off Parties stop, everybody hit the door someone′s lickin shots off |
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19. |
| 0:30 | ||||
[People chanting eminem]
[Paper folding/tearing] [Footsteps] [Door open and slam shut] [More footsteps] [Gun reloading] [sigh] |
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20. |
| 5:48 | ||||
[50] Sh-sh-sh-SHA-DY! Aftermath
[Em] Ha ha, G-G-G-G, G-Unit! [50] Ha ha! (Ha ha) [Chorus: 50 + Eminem] Cause we came here to set this party off right Let′s bounce toniiiiiight And if they don′t let us in through the front do′ Come through the siiiiiide Cause I don′t wanna ever leave the game without at least saying goodbyyyyyye So all my people on the left, all my people on the right scream one last tiiiiiime [Eminem] Get your ass up for the Doctor, one more time Get your ass up for the Doctor, c′mon now! Here we go, cliffhanger, it′s another club banger Got you hangin on the edge of your seat, get on down [Dr. Dre] Time′s up, game′s over, you lose, I win Bout to show these knuckleheads how to do this here Ooh yeah, new year, next phase begin Look who′s got you goin crazy again I′ma trend, I set one every time I′m in I go out and just come back full circle again You a fad, that means you somethin that we already had But once you′re gone you don′t come back [Eminem] Too bad, you′re off the map now, radar can′t even find you We stay on the grind you slip, we out-grind you You walk around mad you let your anger blind you We walk around just playin the violin behind you Enough with all the pissin and moanin, whinin and bitchin Sit and observe, listen you′ll learn if you pay attention Why I send multi-platinum albums, later three diamond Worldwide, we on the charts with a bullet, and still climbin [Chorus] [Em] When Dr. Dre says crunk, you will get it crunk! [Dr] Get it crunk (CRUNK, CRUNK, CRUNK) [Em] And when 50 Cent says jump, you get on one foot and [50] Jump (JUMP, JUMP, JUMP) [Dr. Dre] The buzz is tremendous, we drop you artists censored I don′t gotta promote it, for you to know that Doc is off the benches [Eminem] We keep the party rockin off the hinges We ain′t showin off, we′re just goin off, popular contentions [Dr. Dre] But critics say that Doc is soft, Doc is talk, Doc is all washed up, knock it off, who the fuck is Doc impressin? Doctor′s this, Doctor′s that, you got the wrong impression You must be on the cock of Doc, cause Doc left you all guessin So DJ take the needle and just drop it on the record {*crackle*} WHAT? We gon′ have this motherfucker hoppin in a second (PUMP PUMP) That′s why we always save the best cut last to make you scratch and itch for it like fresh cut grass [Eminem] Cause we done swam with the sharks, wrestled with alligators Spoke to a generation of angry teenagers whom if it wasn′t for rap to bridge the gap maybe raised to be racist Who may have never got to see our faces Graced the cover of Rolling Stone pages, broke down barriers of language and races, just call on the caped crusaders and leave it to me and Dre to pass the mic and we can play the back and forth all day like the hot potato game that′s why we came to [Chorus] [Eminem] 50 Cent, c′mon! [50 Cent] Bounce now, hands up, you know how we do We make the club jump, everywhere we go It′s no secret, everybody know When Dre′s involved, there′s plenty money involved [Dr. Dre] And plenty honies involved, the sunny Sundays and palm trees Cali, every day is just another party from the valleys All the way to them 8 Mile alleys, let′s rally [Eminem] Hands up for the grand finale Now raise up out your seat, Dre′s about to speak Blaze a pound of weed six days up out the week [Dr. Dre] You can catch me in the studio, bangin out the beats to provide you with the heat that keep blazin out your speaker [Eminem] So never say never cause Shady/Aftermath together along with G-Unit Records, presents the return of The, The Doc (and Shady) no one can do it better We tear the club up and leave without a shred of evidence that uh [Chorus] [Eminem] Yeah! Ha ha Still Aftermath, 2006 And don′t worry bout that ″Detox″ album, it′s comin We gon′ make Dre do it (ha ha) 50 Cent, G-Unit Obie Trice, D-Twizy, Stat Quo, Dr. Dre, we ain′t leavin Let′s go! Ha ha Ladies and gentlemen Thank you all for comin out PEACE! {*crowd cheers to fade and chants ″Em-i-nem*} [Eminem] Oh shit, I almost forgot, you′re comin with me! {*gunshots*} [Eminem] {*laughing*} {*scream*} [Eminem] {*laughing*} Bye bye! |