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from Eminem - Infinite (1996)
Eye-Kyu: Now what you know about a sweet MC, from the 313
None of these skills you bout to see come free So you wanna be a sweet MC, you gotta become me If you ever wanna be one see Eminem: Man what you know about a sweet MC, in the 313 None of these skills you bout to see come free So you wanna be a sweet MC, you better become me If you ever wanna be one see Verse 1: Eye-Kyu Yo some people say I'm whack, now if that's right I'm the freshest whack MC that you ever heard, in your lifetime My slick accapella sounds clever with the beats Boy I'm the deepest thing since potholes to ever hit the streets Forgot a gold digger's succubus , my souls thick with ruggedness With the mic I'm like a dyke, can't no nigga fuck with this I got more Different Strokes than Philip Drummound On open mic I bone your women just to keep my lyrics coming (bitch) We elevated to new heights premeditated Let it be that I stated they hate it now that they see that I made it The escalated can be put to the test of greatness Snatch the heart from MC's and I ate it So I take it that's the reason I'm hated To represent my temperment If rap was a dick all you so called hard MC's would not be impitant But pimping it, and acting like you could rock a show (so) Harder than LL's Rock the Bells, but you is a ho (now) Everything that you collaborate I lacerate My rhymes they keep coming like nympho maniacs that masturbate At a faster rate, yeah I got something for your ass to hate I blasterate, and have you all running master gates And as for face clutching and touching the flows I got them open like marijuana smoke up in your nose Bucking these hoes, I got that shit down to a science Leaving them hot and bothered, turned on like an appliance Defiance, no we won't have that You want your shit to blow up? Well I'ma stuff some dynamite in your ass crack And blast that shit to kingdom come Then bring them some of this real hip-hop I drop beats and you ain't singing or gonna do a thing about And you all knew from Meeko That you couldn't hold your own with the strength of Lou Forigno So stop that bullshit and flow Yo, you need to come with the real skills, and act like you know Chorus: Eminem So what you know about a sweet MC, in the 313 None of these skills you bout to see come free So you wanna be a sweet MC, you better become me If you ever wanna be one see Eye-Kyu: Now what you know about a sweet MC, from the 313 None of these skills you bout to see come free So you wanna be the sweet MC, you gotta become me If you ever wanna be one see Verse 2: Eminem So what, you know about a sweet MC, in the 313 You don't know shit so when you see one flee You can be Run-D, you'll never beat the MC I'll stop the alphabet at S and got it down to a T I'm sure your bound to agree, a sweet MC crashes the spot I'll make the roof hot like I was Rock Master Scott Your ass forgot, so just in case you don't remember me I'll run your brain around the block to jog your fucking memory It's either them or me man, kill or be killed You will and be sealed your casket closed you still gonna be billed My facilities filled with fans, packed to capacity I'll send a rapper back with the crack of his ass shitty If he's acting soft and he cowers He better come cleaner then Jay Rue jacking off when he showers You flowers got no clout with a thing You could date a stick of dynamite and wouldn't go out with a bang I showered the slang, simple as A,B,C's Skip over the D's and rock the microphone with E's Dethrone MC's and I'ma max alone Relax your dome like a solo from a saxophone So facts are known, writers get treated with shocks I rock a beat harder then you could beat it with rocks I'm greeted with flocks, of fellow follower's singers You couldn't make the fans throw up their hands if they swallowed their fingers But you can bring yours let's see what you got But don't front and never try to be what you're not Cause you can be quick, jump the candlestick, burn your back And fuck Jill on a hill, but you still ain't Jack Chorus: Eye-Kyu So what you know about a sweet MC, from the 313 None of these skills you just seen come free So you wanna be a sweet MC, you'll never become me So you ain't ever gonna be one see Eminem: So what you know about a sweet MC, in the 313 None of these skills that you just seen come free So you wanna be a sweet MC, you'll never become me So you ain't ever gonna be one see |
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from D-12 - D12 World (2004)
[Intro (background WHAT! WHAT! WHAT!)]
Yeah nigga! It's D12 up in this motherfucker! You know how we get nigga we wild in the club Motherfuckers, everybody get crunk in Detroit too nigga! So wile the fuck out! [Hook] Pour your 40 out. (Guzzle It) (8x) Bitch!!! [Verse 1: Bizzare] We fucked up, Let us in the club. One of y'all niggas gon' catch a slug, (Yeah) I'm so drunk I could hurl for a month. Any nigga pop shit, go to the trunk. D12 start shit, nigga come get us, 7 Mile Runyan, wild niggas wit us, Cause all my niggas is talkin' that shit. Ain't got no problem, with smackin no bitch. I'll have my wife, cut your throat. Blunts, gans, that's all we smoke Wild the fuck out, stab you with a knife, It's D12 nigga, we ready to fuckin' fight. [Hook] [Verse 2: Eminem] Who tryin' to be the first one to catch this blade in the throat! You know the po-po don't let me hold them toasters no mo' I just cut three people, you gon' be number four If you don't back the fuck up, and get the fuck up off the flo'. My crew is takin over as soon as we hit the do' You hit the door n we comin' in and you goin' home. Security that can't even stop us because they know, Runyan Avenue soldiers hold it down wherever we go. Chuggin' on our 40's and holdin' up .44's. We come with toasters like we just opened saving's and loans. And we don't need your brew tonight homie we brought our own. So grab whatever you sippin' on and let's get it on!!!! [Hook] [Verse 3: Kuniva] We deep as a motherfuck, we 'bout to get it crunk You just another punk in the club about to get jumped I settle my vendettas with AK's, Berettas We don't supposed to be in here with our weapons but still they let us. Switchblade, brass knuckles, nickel plated belt buckle. Broken beer bottles, when we walk in you can smell trouble. Elbows flying, niggas crying, niggas bleeding, you retreating. Run into your car and skatin off, We G'ing We make example out of you haters runnin' your mouth. You the reason why your peoples is pourin' they 40z out. Dirty Dozen whiling, beat niggas bloodied. And you gon' have to pour out a keg for all your homies. [Hook] [Verse 4: Proof] I was raised by drunks, so I became a drunk. 80 Proof for this rocker, that's the name I want. I'm in the club to beef, you gotta murder me then Only talk to a bitch with burgundy hair. Or the aisle in the back, bump a seven deuce. See that top on that 40, you know it's comin' loose. See me on the Av. daily, we runnin' this shit. If your chick get loud, I g-money that bitch. Packin mags and clips, I'll smash your clique. Because of Proof they put the G in the alphabet. Smoking weed, drinking henny, remy, in that jimmy Don't worry if we run out the corner store got plenty. [Hook] |
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from D-12 - D-12 World [Explicit Version] (2006)
[Intro (background WHAT! WHAT! WHAT!)]
Yeah nigga! It's D12 up in this motherfucker! You know how we get nigga we wild in the club Motherfuckers, everybody get crunk in Detroit too nigga! So wile the fuck out! [Hook] Pour your 40 out. (Guzzle It) (8x) Bitch!!! [Verse 1: Bizzare] We fucked up, Let us in the club. One of y'all niggas gon' catch a slug, (Yeah) I'm so drunk I could hurl for a month. Any nigga pop shit, go to the trunk. D12 start shit, nigga come get us, 7 Mile Runyan, wild niggas wit us, Cause all my niggas is talkin' that shit. Ain't got no problem, with smackin no bitch. I'll have my wife, cut your throat. Blunts, gans, that's all we smoke Wild the fuck out, stab you with a knife, It's D12 nigga, we ready to fuckin' fight. [Hook] [Verse 2: Eminem] Who tryin' to be the first one to catch this blade in the throat! You know the po-po don't let me hold them toasters no mo' I just cut three people, you gon' be number four If you don't back the fuck up, and get the fuck up off the flo'. My crew is takin over as soon as we hit the do' You hit the door n we comin' in and you goin' home. Security that can't even stop us because they know, Runyan Avenue soldiers hold it down wherever we go. Chuggin' on our 40's and holdin' up .44's. We come with toasters like we just opened saving's and loans. And we don't need your brew tonight homie we brought our own. So grab whatever you sippin' on and let's get it on!!!! [Hook] [Verse 3: Kuniva] We deep as a motherfuck, we 'bout to get it crunk You just another punk in the club about to get jumped I settle my vendettas with AK's, Berettas We don't supposed to be in here with our weapons but still they let us. Switchblade, brass knuckles, nickel plated belt buckle. Broken beer bottles, when we walk in you can smell trouble. Elbows flying, niggas crying, niggas bleeding, you retreating. Run into your car and skatin off, We G'ing We make example out of you haters runnin' your mouth. You the reason why your peoples is pourin' they 40z out. Dirty Dozen whiling, beat niggas bloodied. And you gon' have to pour out a keg for all your homies. [Hook] [Verse 4: Proof] I was raised by drunks, so I became a drunk. 80 Proof for this rocker, that's the name I want. I'm in the club to beef, you gotta murder me then Only talk to a bitch with burgundy hair. Or the aisle in the back, bump a seven deuce. See that top on that 40, you know it's comin' loose. See me on the Av. daily, we runnin' this shit. If your chick get loud, I g-money that bitch. Packin mags and clips, I'll smash your clique. Because of Proof they put the G in the alphabet. Smoking weed, drinking henny, remy, in that jimmy Don't worry if we run out the corner store got plenty. [Hook] |
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from D-12 - D12 World (2004)
(Eminem)
Good mornin Haha, wake your mother fuckin asses up You with us or what? Well come on then, you know what time it is Stop sleepin on my roof bitch! For whatever it's worth it's worth me havin my ass whipped Cause I'ma have the last lift that ever gets ass squished I just can't get past these little pissants That wanna be rauny bad asses so bad And they so mad they can't stand it Cause we can and they can't spit (Haawk) And they can't handle it like a man And that's when it just happens And I snap and it's a wrap, and it's a scrap an then it isn't crap is it? Hip-Hop isn't a sport anymore when you got to go and resort back into that shit Maybe I'm old fashioned but my pashion Is to smash anyone rappin without havin a slappin Believe me I'd much rather pick up a pencil than a pistol but I'm pissed now But it all depends on just how far it get's took on the mic Cause I'm tellin you right now your not gonna like it Cause if I get pushed over the edge then I'm pullin you with me You poke a stick at a pit bull you get bit B These words stick to you like crazy glue When you diss me cause they just bounce off me like bullets do fifty! I'm the beatiful-est thing and your gonna miss me when I'm gone Like Kieth Murry when he threw a stool and hit a girl acci-dently (argghhh!!) I do this for Swifty, Kon and Kuniva, Bizzy & Proof are you with me? (Chorus: Eminem) Come on an everybody come on an Kick your shoes off mother fuckers come on an Cause we get it on an till the break of dawn an Wake your ass up motherfuckers quit yawnin Cause we ain't leavin till 6 in the mornin So have sing along with the words to the song an If you don't know the words an you can't sing along an Fake like you know 'em motherfuckin join in Everybody come on an (Swifty) Its in the media pitted me of a beef starter In a party with heat it's hard to keep me without one Fuck slugs I'm walkin gloves with a shotgun Constantly popin slugs they hot son, better not run The bosses of all bosses a haluocaust to whoever ain't concious In a house full of dog shit, I'ma gothic death project, you stop breathin You die quicker than mach speed without bleedin It ain't about what you readin When you meet me better speak like a season's greetins Either that or we'll be beefin free when You niggaz need a 'E' just to speak shit! Your leader is a botique bitch Keep the heater where you can reach quick I snipe you with it and we won't even keep it a secret Nigga I did it from a mind of a mental patient When glocks wave you can save that conversation for satan You brave? (Chorus: Eminem) Come on an everybody come on an Kick your shoes off motherfuckers come on an Cause we get it on an till the break of dawn an Wake your ass up motherfuckers quit yawnin Cause we ain't leavin till 6 in the mornin So have sing along with the words to the song an If you don't know the words an you can't sing along an Fake like you know 'em motherfuckin join in Everybody come on an (Kuniva) Yo yo I heard you niggas don't like us But so what this beef is like 'What the fuck did he say in his rap Em?' I can see that he's just a punk I mean these niggaz squeeze on me Please I'm seeing guts I don't need no enemies, as my family a couple trucks Am I empty seein them white I emtpy out them white to fight you In front of every reporter that I don't like No need for metaphores I get yours across when I write So emotions enough to say "fuck you bitch, and I don't like you, WHAT!" I might as well give this up like heavy sales And just fuck an leave D12 and this blunt We can't self destruct I've never felt it this much Come on fellas, get up We got to fight like Bugs last night of his life (Kon Artis) I walk with a limp, pistol hangin off-a the hip I'm awkward and quick enough an sick when sparkin a fith Your carcus is split even the beef is partially thick We can't take you serious, you a comedy skit You probaly wish that you could be out shootin them G's But the only thing you shoot is the breeze I can't believe you speaking on movin key's But every time we hear you kick it The only thing you sellin is wolf tickets I look wicked cause niggas will test your nut sack So when they bust you better bust back And get your guts clapped outa your stomach And when they want it (yeah) I bring a hundred niggas from runave So get your gun and if you comin (Chorus: Eminem) Come on an everybody come on an Kick your shoes off motherfuckers come on an Cause we get it on an till the break of dawn an Wake your ass up mother fuckers quit yawnin Cause we ain't leavin till 6 in the mornin So have sing along with the words to the song an If you don't know the words an you can't sing along an Fake like you know 'em motherfuckin join in Everybody come on an |
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from D-12 - D-12 World [Explicit Version] (2006)
(Eminem)
Good mornin Haha, wake your mother fuckin asses up You with us or what? Well come on then, you know what time it is Stop sleepin on my roof bitch! For whatever it's worth it's worth me havin my ass whipped Cause I'ma have the last lift that ever gets ass squished I just can't get past these little pissants That wanna be rauny bad asses so bad And they so mad they can't stand it Cause we can and they can't spit (Haawk) And they can't handle it like a man And that's when it just happens And I snap and it's a wrap, and it's a scrap an then it isn't crap is it? Hip-Hop isn't a sport anymore when you got to go and resort back into that shit Maybe I'm old fashioned but my pashion Is to smash anyone rappin without havin a slappin Believe me I'd much rather pick up a pencil than a pistol but I'm pissed now But it all depends on just how far it get's took on the mic Cause I'm tellin you right now your not gonna like it Cause if I get pushed over the edge then I'm pullin you with me You poke a stick at a pit bull you get bit B These words stick to you like crazy glue When you diss me cause they just bounce off me like bullets do fifty! I'm the beatiful-est thing and your gonna miss me when I'm gone Like Kieth Murry when he threw a stool and hit a girl acci-dently (argghhh!!) I do this for Swifty, Kon and Kuniva, Bizzy & Proof are you with me? (Chorus: Eminem) Come on an everybody come on an Kick your shoes off mother fuckers come on an Cause we get it on an till the break of dawn an Wake your ass up motherfuckers quit yawnin Cause we ain't leavin till 6 in the mornin So have sing along with the words to the song an If you don't know the words an you can't sing along an Fake like you know 'em motherfuckin join in Everybody come on an (Swifty) Its in the media pitted me of a beef starter In a party with heat it's hard to keep me without one Fuck slugs I'm walkin gloves with a shotgun Constantly popin slugs they hot son, better not run The bosses of all bosses a haluocaust to whoever ain't concious In a house full of dog shit, I'ma gothic death project, you stop breathin You die quicker than mach speed without bleedin It ain't about what you readin When you meet me better speak like a season's greetins Either that or we'll be beefin free when You niggaz need a 'E' just to speak shit! Your leader is a botique bitch Keep the heater where you can reach quick I snipe you with it and we won't even keep it a secret Nigga I did it from a mind of a mental patient When glocks wave you can save that conversation for satan You brave? (Chorus: Eminem) Come on an everybody come on an Kick your shoes off motherfuckers come on an Cause we get it on an till the break of dawn an Wake your ass up motherfuckers quit yawnin Cause we ain't leavin till 6 in the mornin So have sing along with the words to the song an If you don't know the words an you can't sing along an Fake like you know 'em motherfuckin join in Everybody come on an (Kuniva) Yo yo I heard you niggas don't like us But so what this beef is like 'What the fuck did he say in his rap Em?' I can see that he's just a punk I mean these niggaz squeeze on me Please I'm seeing guts I don't need no enemies, as my family a couple trucks Am I empty seein them white I emtpy out them white to fight you In front of every reporter that I don't like No need for metaphores I get yours across when I write So emotions enough to say "fuck you bitch, and I don't like you, WHAT!" I might as well give this up like heavy sales And just fuck an leave D12 and this blunt We can't self destruct I've never felt it this much Come on fellas, get up We got to fight like Bugs last night of his life (Kon Artis) I walk with a limp, pistol hangin off-a the hip I'm awkward and quick enough an sick when sparkin a fith Your carcus is split even the beef is partially thick We can't take you serious, you a comedy skit You probaly wish that you could be out shootin them G's But the only thing you shoot is the breeze I can't believe you speaking on movin key's But every time we hear you kick it The only thing you sellin is wolf tickets I look wicked cause niggas will test your nut sack So when they bust you better bust back And get your guts clapped outa your stomach And when they want it (yeah) I bring a hundred niggas from runave So get your gun and if you comin (Chorus: Eminem) Come on an everybody come on an Kick your shoes off motherfuckers come on an Cause we get it on an till the break of dawn an Wake your ass up mother fuckers quit yawnin Cause we ain't leavin till 6 in the mornin So have sing along with the words to the song an If you don't know the words an you can't sing along an Fake like you know 'em motherfuckin join in Everybody come on an |
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from 8 Mile (8마일) [ost] (2002)
[Verse 1]
Sometimes I just feel like, quittin' I still might Why do I put up this fight, why do I still write Sometimes it's hard enough just dealin' with real life Sometimes I wanna jump on stage and just kill mics And show these people what my level of skill's like But I'm still white, sometimes I just hate life Somethin ain't right, hit the brake lights Case of the stage fright, drawin' a blank like Da-duh-duh-da-da, it ain't my fault Great big eye balls, my insides crawl and I clam up I just slam shut I just can't do it, my whole manhood's just been stripped, I've just been ripped So I must then get, hope the bus didn't split Man fuck this shit yo, I'm goin' the fuck home World on my shoulders as I run back to this 8 Mile Road [Chorus] I'm a man, I'ma make a new plan Time for me to just stand up, and travel new land Time for me to just take matters into my own hands Once I'm over these tracks man I'ma never look back (8 Mile Road) And I'm gone, I know right where I'm goin' Sorry mama I'm grown, I must travel the alone Ain't gonna follow no footsteps, I'm makin' my own Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road [Verse 2] I'm walkin' these train tracks, tryin' to regain back the spirit I had 'fore I go back to the same crap To the same plant, in the same pants Tryin' to chase rap, gotta move ASAP And get a new plan, mama's got a new man Poor little baby sister, she don't understand Sits in front of the TV, buries her nose in the pad And just colors until the crayon gets dull in her hand While she colors her big brother, her mother and dad Ain't no tellin' what really goes on in her little head Wish I could be the daddy that neither one of us had But I keep runnin' from somethin' I never wanted so bad! Sometimes I get upset, cause I ain't blew up yet It's like I grew up, but I ain't grow me two nuts yet Don't gotta rep my step, don't got enough pep The pressure's too much man, I'm just tryin' to do what's best And I try, sit alone and I cry Yo I won't tell no lie, not a moment goes by That I don't pray to the sky, please I'm beggin' you God Please don't let me be piegon holed in no regular job Yo I hope you can hear me homey wherever you are Yo I'm tellin' you dog I'm bailin' this trailer tomorrow Tell my mother I love her, kiss baby sister goodbye Say whenever you need me baby, I'm never too far But yo I gotta get out there, the only way I know And I'ma be back for you, the second that I blow On everything I own, I'll make it on my own Off to work I go, back to this 8 Mile Road [Chorus] I'm a man, gotta make a new plan Time for me to just stand up, and travel new land Time for me to just take matters into my own hands Once I'm over these tracks man I'ma never look back (8 Mile Road) And I'm gone, I know right where I'm goin' Sorry mama I'm grown, I must travel alone Ain't gonna follow no footsteps, I'm makin' my own Only way that I know how to escape form this 8 Mile Road [Verse 3] You gotta live it to feel it, you didn't you wouldn't get it Or see what the big deal is, why it was and it still is To be walkin' this borderline of Detroit city limits It's different, it's a certain significance, a certificate of authenticity, you'd never even see But it's everything to me, it's my credibility You've never seen heard smelled or met a real MC who's incredible, up on the same pedestal as me But yet I'm still unsigned, havin a rough time Sit on the porch with all my friends and kick dumb rhymes Go to work and serve MC's in the lunchline But when it comes crunch time, where do my punchlines go Who must I show, to bust my flow Where must I go, who must I know Or am I just another crab in the bucket Cause I ain't havin' no luck with this little Rabbit so fuck it Maybe I need a new outlet, I'm startin' to doubt shit I'm feelin' a little skeptical who I hang out with I look like a bum, yo my clothes ain't about shit at Salvation Army tryin to salvage an outfit And it's cold, tryin' to travel this road Plus I feel like I'm old, stuck in this battlin mode My defenses are so up, and one thing I don't want is pity from no one, the city is no fun There is no sun, and it's so dark Sometimes I feel like I'm just bein' pulled apart from each one of my limbs, by each one of my friends It's enough to make me just wanna jump out of my skin Sometimes I feel like a robot, sometimes I just know not what I'm doin I just blow, my head is a stove top I just explode, the kettle gets so hot Sometimes my mouth just overloads the gas that I don't got But I've learned, it's time for me to U-turn Yo it only takes one time for me to get burned Ain't no fallin' on next time I meet a new girl I can no longer play stupid or be immature I got every ingredient, all I need is the courage Like I already got the beat, all I need is the words Got the urge, suddenly it's a surge Suddenly a new burst of energy is occured Time to show these free world leaders the three and a third I am no longer scared now, I'm free as a bird Then I turn and cross over the median curb Hit the burbs and all you see is a blur from 8 Mile Road [Chorus] I'm a man, gotta make a new plan Time for me to just stand up, and travel new land Time for me to just take matters into my own hands Once I'm over these tracks man I'ma never look back (8 Mile Road) And I'm gone, I know right where I'm goin' Sorry mama I'm grown, I must travel alone Ain't gonna follow me footsteps, I'm makin' my own Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road |
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from Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. - West Koasta Nostra (2004)
(feat. B-Real, Eminem)
(Intro: Eminem) WAAAAHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOO!!! (laughs) Guess who's back?!?! Mommy! We're home!! Say hello to my little friends DJ Muggs, Soul Assassins, Cypress Hill Everybody! Put your hands where my eyes can see!!! (Verse: Eminem) Everywhere we go people know that we roll deep as fuck Fourty fifty Samoans, they knowing when D-Bo was 50, Tweezy, Obie there won't be no hoe in us They pop shit like they gon do shit but no one does From New York down to Texas, back up to Los Angeles We've changed the way we move so man up if you can't adjust You may end up getting rushed by too many to handle us It's funny, I guess money does have its advantages And it isn't that we just think that we can't be touched It's not like we're just feeling ourselves that much It's just, that if someone ever does put us in the clutch We just know that y'all ain't gon be the one who's gon do it Cause first of all you're pussy and everybody can see that You fuck around, get caught in a spot that you shouldn't be at That you got no business being in, we ain't even gon be in it No one's gunna hear nothing, no one's gunna see this shit And they'll be in and up out of it, them boys is bout it, bout it The noise from (?) be drowned out by the crowd And you'll be laying on the ground getting trampled by people dancing Till the club closes, and clears out And that's when they see you flatened Nobody saw it happen, all cause your jaws are flapping And you couldn't stop yapping and took it past rapping It ain't about the music no more, it's bout trying to show off And it feels like any minute the bomb is bout to go off (Chorus: Eminem) Shit's about to change, cause we ain't playing no games We ain't budging neither are they, we ain't saying no names Shit just ain't the same, when the K's get to scream Hip-hop is in a state of 911 It ain't about hip-hop, cause those days are gone It ain't about trying rip shots, to get props no more It's about trying not to get popped, and get dropped to the floor Cause hip-hop is in a state of 911 (Verse: B-Real) Step off my holster cause shit it's getting serious All theses drugs you be fucking with make you delirious Thinking you coming with heat, yo son, I'm curious How long are you gunna hate us and judge us and jury us? Some people can never fade us, that make us so furious Mistake us for fakers, homie we greater and glorious We living for real and others just making the stories up Allusions are broken, so live it up, you corny fucks If you take a fucking minute to think about what you've done When you stood against a gangsta who live and die by the gun Got a hot one, spraying you bitches til there is none I'm like a rolling stone homie, I got you under my thumb Silly little bitches can end up right up in ditches We cut you and give you stitches, for envy and all my riches Your game's just like a midget, you're clocking a small digit Dealing with the Giant Goliath, people that's how we live it, c'mon (Chorus) (Verse: Ganxsta Ridd) Uh, gangsta Ganxsta who come to pay you a visit On this shit you call hip-hop, this function is where did it When I - put it in motion, my focus is getting branded My appetite for destruction is blasted because I said it Got you - stumbling for cover, this music dying in numbers But you wouldn't pause and wonder, admitting it's all glamour When you - enter the business you thinking you running shit You witness that funny shit, your bitches they ain't shit! We gangstas we blast first, ask questions later All these - imitators parading like they some playas Trying to - save hip-hop the task is something greater Cause we old fashioned coded with loyalty motivaters Get caught, I'm not telling, or more like killing not caring I'm riding a - gangsta feeling, no fearing when gangstas dying I'm in a - full circle with homies that's supposed to bleed On an 8 Mile mission with Cypress and O.G.'s (Chorus) |
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from Eminem - The Slim Shady Lp (1999)
Just the two of us Baby your da da loves you And I'ma always be here for you no matter what happens You're all I got in this world I would never give you up for nothin Nobody in this world is ever gonna keep you from me I love you C'mon Hai Hai we goin to the beach Grab a couple of toys and let da da strap you in the car seat Oh where's mama She's takin a little nap in the trunk Oh that smell da da musta runned over a skunk Now I know what you're thinkin it's kind of late to go swimmin But you know your mama she's one of those type of women that do crazy things and if she don't get her way she'll throw a fit Don't play with da da's toy knife honey let go of it And don't look so upset why you actin bashful Don't you wanna help da da build a sand castle And mama said she wants to show you how far she can float And don't worry about that little boo boo on her throat It's just a little scratch it don't hurt her was eatin dinner while you were sweepin and spilled ketchup on her shirt Mama's messy isn't she We'll let her wash off in the water and me and you can pway by ourselves can't we Just the two of us Just the two of us And when we ride Just the two of us Just the two of us Just you and I Just the two of us Just the two of us And when we ride Just the two of us Just the two of us see honey now there's a place called heaven and a place called hell A place called prison and a place called jail And da da's probably on his way to all of em except one Cause mama's got a new husband and a stepson And you don't want a brother do ya Maybe when you're enough to understand a little better I'll explain it to ya But for now we'll just say mama was real real bad was bein mean to dad and made him real real mad But I still feel sad that I put her on time out Sit back in your chair honey quit tryin to climb out I told you it's okay HaiHai wanna ba ba Take a night night Nan a boo goo goo ga ga Her make goo goo ca ca Da da change your dia dee Clean the baby up so her can take a nighty nighty Your dad'll wake her up as soon as we get to the water Ninety seven Bonnie and Clyde me and my daughter Just the two of us Just the two of us And when we ride Just the two of us Just the two of us Just you and I Just the two of us Just the two of us And when we ride Just the two of us Just the two of us Just you and I Wake up sweepy head we're here before we pway we're gonna take mama for a wittle walk along the pier Baby don't cry honey don't get the wrong idea Mama's too sweepy to hear you screamin in her ear That's why you can't get her to wake but don't worry Da da made a nice bed for mommy at the bottom of the lake Here you wanna help da da tie a rope around this rock We'll tie it to her footsie then we'll roll her off the dock Ready now here we go on the count of free One two free WHEEEEEE There goes mama spwashin in the water No more fightin wit dad no more restraining order No more step da da no more new brother Blow her kisses bye bye tell mami you love her we'll go play in the sand build a castle and junk But first just help dad with two more things out the trunk Just the two of us Just the two of us And when we ride Just the two of us Just the two of us Just you and I Just the two of us Just the two of us And when we ride Just the two of us Just the two of us Just you and I Just the two of us Just me and you babyis all we need in this world Just me and you Your da da always be there for you Your da da's always gonna love you Remember that you ever need me i'mma always be here for you ever need anything just ASK Da da will be right there Your da da loves you I love you baby |
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from D-12 - Devils Night (2001)
(Eminem:)
Its sh*t like this I kick To these rich white kids Who just might see How f***ed up this sick life is Whoops I did it again, didn't I? My sh*t, it's harder to figure out Than what Britney's tit size is I probably pissed you off again, Didn't I b****? Grab Christina Gaguilera, Kiss my grits Do you know How many sh*ts I give, I wish I did So I could quit giving these Twisted little kids ideas This just in, Britney just kissed Justin She just f***ed Ben Got tit f***ed And d*ck sucked him If Affleck can get His as* licked How come I cant, sh*t Goddamn b****, I'm rich, I can't understand this Are those pictures I made Of us together on the Internet As close as I'm ever gonna Get to hitting her from the back Sh*t, when it comes to that, I hit harder from the back Than Everlast when He's plugging lethal In his f***ing as* Just gimme one more chance, Britney hit me one more time Let me know what's on your mind, Whitney give me one more line To sniff, you f***ers Know what time it is F*** your jewellery my records Almost diamond b**** * (Eminem:) What's going on in the world today? People fighting, feuding, looting, it's ok Let it go, let it flow, Let the good times roll, Tell 'em Dre (Dr. Dre:) It ain't nuttin' but music What's going on in the world today? People fighting, feuding, looting, it's ok Let it go, let it flow, Let the good times roll, Tell 'em Dre (Dr. Dre:) It ain't nuttin' but music (Bizarre:) Eminem doesn't like *NSYNC, Well I do So f*** him and the Backstreet Boys too Whateva happened to the Cast of different strokes? Gary's broke, Todd snort coke, And then an overdose I got two little boys with me Michael Jackson sent Two helicopters to get me I'm up early with my hair curly Me and Mr. Furley f***ing Lavern and Shirly (Kuniva:) A lotta rappers are Livin' in la la land That's why I let's my dogs Out on the baha men As bad as the life I had, I'm not mad I don't need to be a jackass To beat up my dad My whole family's country, My grandmother's old-fashioned She keeps asking me why I rap with a honky But granny I'm a flunky, I could be a junkie I could be hangin' with the Hoochies outta the club scene (Kon Artis:) For all the indpendent Women in the house Show us your tits and Shut your mother f***ing mouths (Proof:) Robert Downey, Bobby Brownie, Whitney Houston the sh*t she's usin', Jesse Jackson, Reverend scandal, Got George Michaels, Tevin Campbell Pee-wee hermans, Peep show places, Public restrooms, Beat those cases * Repeat (Swift:) Your mom and dad Probably mad at us, We did turned their kids Into little body snatchers They like where I'm from, We don't bite our tongue Are you sure you want Niggas 21 to carry guns? It's sad but I'm glad that I'm made to rhyme When you work, you ain't Gettin' paid for that overtime It's only music, Media know it, But they blind I ain't in your life so stay The hell up outta mine And you're the reason Why Princess Diana ended up dying You people get offended, I don't care (Stop cryin') Tryin' to get us to leave 'Cause what we say Just ain't playin' But holdin' me back from What I say just ain't me (Kon Artis:) Now what's these parents So mad for? (Your music is bad) For teenage kids who drink more Than Ted Danson in cheers Carson drinks beers, We all fart and piss and Cuss out our b**** (Smoke the Ritz) I still do the same old sh*t, I don't jump in front of a Camera and say no sh*t When they ask me About my sarcastic-ness I just slap them, Turn around and ask them this * Repeat |
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from D-12 - Devils Night (2001)
I'm the devil - if ever there was such a thing
The results of much too many drugs what you're seeing I'm a mindfuck, completely dis-{*gus*}-ting I'm {*white*}, a human mutt, fuck a being I'm a dog - fuck lambs, I'm silencin 'em all I'm involved in murders forensic science couldn't solve Giant set of balls too big to buy a set of drawers Might as well unzip my fly and let 'em fall to the floor Each thought's completely warped I'm like a walkin, talkin, ouija board Speakin in tongues, I've never spoke this speech before .. Hhem-delle-la, ennich-me-noughh-mi-niche-mick-norr .. Have you ever experienced spirits in lyrics when you hear 'em 'til you scared to stare in into any mirrors when you near 'em? Well if so, get ready for some shit yo "Is this some kind of sick joke?" Shit no, motherfuckin schitzo So disturbed, he just goes so berzerk he tiptoes This verse was his urge to slit throats of just hoes Just goes to shizzow you dizzon't, fizzuck with so-someone this disturbed, sa-sippin on si-zzurp So - lock your doors, drop to the floors Get your shotguns drawn - here comes another "Clockwork Orange" Look at Bizarre; you really think he's right in his mind? What the fuck you think's goin through it when he's writin his rhyme? * You bout to - journey into the mind of a psychopath killer Blood spiller, mentality much iller than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams You'll feel his pain and his silent screams You bout to - journey into the mind of a psychopath killer Blood spiller, mentality much iller than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams You'll feel his pain and his violent screams It's Friday night, I'm at a rave again Pickin up transvestites on my Harley-Davidson (hey hop on) My girlfriend's a crackhead whore She'll come to your door, suck your dick on the floor and take your bottles to the store (nigga I'm takin these) Have you ever seen a bitch get beat because she won't cheat Run the street and suck another nigga's meat? My son's sixteen years old with nowhere to stay (dad it's me) I told him he wasn't mine, slammed the door in his face And I ain't got no food, my job I've been cheated My girlfriend had a miscarriage (I'm sorry) I had to eat it (ohh) My dick is burnin, it ain't cause of disease Because I'm jackin off with gasoline mixed with antifreeze (AHH!) I'm livin in Waco Texas, me and my girl Fuck David Koresh, I'm startin my own world It's called Bizarre Cemetary, it's scary Eatin a virgin's cherry, they're all gonna laugh at you Carey * Repeat I was born feet first, smoke 40's and drink weed The Lord rehearsed my birth, I'm the worst breed A nigga you ever set sight on, my right arm's got more power than (?) Dragon's python so "Journey into the mind of a psychopath killer" Light yo' ass like a liquid nitro-gas spiller Psycho slash Michael Myers, Michael Jack's "Thriller" Rifle slash knife faggot that's your "Cop Killer" As a yung'un, I was beat where I was livin (aight) Crossdressed just to get thrown in the women's prison I guess I was just stressed to be a hoodlum Being pressed caused the stress that caused the Ritalin Pressed stressed and Ritalin caused the cop's feelings to be hurt after they seen what I did to those children I'm vulgaric, you Bo Derek; I throw you face flat off the terrace so you can have somethin to stare at * Repeat |
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from D-12 - Devils Night Initial Run [UK Only Version] (2006)
[Verse 1: Eminem]
I'm the devil - if ever there was such a thing The results of much too many drugs what you're seeing I'm a mindfuck, completely dis-(gu-uh-uh)-sting I'm (what?!), a human mutt, fuck a being I'm a dog - fuck lambs, I'm silencing 'em all I'm involved in murders forensic science couldn't solve Giant set of balls too big to buy a set of drawers Might as well unzip my fly and let 'em fall to the floor Each thought's completely warped I'm like a walking, talking, Ouija board Speaking in tongues, I've never spoke this speech before .. Hhem-delle-la, ennich-me-noughh-mi-niche-mick-norrf Have you ever experienced spirits in lyrics when you hear 'em 'til you scared to stare in into any mirrors when you near 'em? Well if so, get ready for some shit, yo "Is this some kind of sick joke?" Shit no, motherfucking schizo So disturbed, he just goes so berserk, he tiptoes This verse was his urge to slit throats of just hoes Just goes to shizzow you dizzon't, fizzuck with So-someone this disturbed, sa-sippin on si-zzurp So - lock your doors, drop to the floors Get your shotguns drawn - here comes another "Clockwork Orange" Look at Bizarre; you really think he's right in his mind? What the fuck you think's going through it when he's writing his rhyme? [Hook: Eminem] You bout to - journey into the mind of a psychopath killer Blood spiller, mentality much iller Than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams You'll feel his pain and his silent screams You bout to - journey into the mind of a psychopath killer Blood spiller, mentality much iller Than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams You'll feel his pain and his violent screams [Verse 2: Bizarre] It's Friday night, I'm at a rave again Picking up transvestites on my Harley-Davidson (hey hop on) My girlfriend's a crackhead whore She'll come to your door, suck your dick on the floor And take your bottles to the store (nigga, I'm takin these) Have you ever seen a bitch get beat because she won't cheat Run the street and suck another nigga's meat? My son's sixteen years old with nowhere to stay (dad it's me) I told him he wasn't mine, slammed the door in his face And I ain't got no food, my job I've been cheated My girlfriend had a miscarriage (I'm sorry) I had to eat it (ohh) My dick is burning, it ain't cause of disease Because I'm jacking off with gasoline mixed with antifreeze (AHH!) I'm living in Waco Texas, me and my girl Fuck David Koresh, I'm starting my own world It's called Bizarre Cemetery, it's scary Eating a virgin's cherry, they're all gonna laugh at you Carrie [Hook] [Verse 3: Kon Artis] I was born feet first, smoke 40's and drink weed The Lord rehearsed my birth, I'm the worst breed A nigga you ever set sight on, my right arm's Got more power than 5 a iontons Dragon's python so "Journey into the mind of a psychopath killer" Light yo' ass like a liquid nitro-gas spiller Psycho slash Michael Myers, Michael Jack's "Thriller" Rifle slash knife faggot that's your "Cop Killer" As a yung'un, I was beat where I was living (aight) Crossdressed just to get thrown in the women's prison I guess I was just stressed to be a hoodlum Being pressed caused the stress that caused the Ritalin Pressed stressed and Ritalin caused the cop's feelings To be hurt after they seen what I did to those children I'm vulgaric, you Bo Derek; I throw you face flat off the terrace So you can have somethin to stare at [Hook] |
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from Eminem - The Marshall Mathers Lp (2000)
(kill kill kill)
Dahh-dum, dahh-dum.. dum Dahh-dum, dahh-dum, duh-da-da-da-da (kill kill kill) Dahh-dum, dahh-dum.. dum Dahh-dum, dahh-dum, dumm.. (kill kill kill) *Mentally illll from Amityvilllle (ILLLL) Accidentally killll your family stillll Thinkin he won't? God-damnit he willll (HE'SSSS) Mentally illll from Amityvilllle ** {HE'SSSS} - on repeats only ** I get lifted and spin til I'm half-twisted Feet planted and stand with a grin full of chapped lipstick {*SMACK*} Pen full of ink, think sinful and rap sick shit Shrink pencil me in for my last visit Drink gin til my chin's full of splashed whiskers {*whoosh*} Hash whiskey and ash til I slap bitches {*smack*} Ask Bizzy, he's been here the past six years Mash with me you'll get in imagine this * Repeat (X2) I fucked my cousin in his asshole, slit my mother's throat {*AHHHHHHHH!*} Guess who Slim Shady just signed to Interscope? My little sister's birthday, she'll remember me For a gift I had ten of my boys take her virginity {*Mmm mm mmm!*} And bitches know me as a horny ass freak Their mother wasn't raped, I ate her pussy while she was 'sleep Pissy-drunk, throwin up in the urinal (YOU FUCKIN HOMO!) That's what I said at my dad's funeral * Repeat (x2) That's why the city is filled with a bunch of fuckin idiots still (still) That's why the first motherfucker poppin some shit he gets killed (killed) That's why we don't call it Detroit, we call it Amityville ('Ville) You can get capped after just havin a cavity filled (filled) Ahahahaha, that's why we're crowned the murder capital still (still) This ain't Detroit, this is motherfuckin Hamburger Hill! (Hill!) We don't do drivebys, we park in front of houses and shoot and when the police come we fuckin shoot it out with them too! That's the mentality here (here) that's the reality here (here) Did I just hear somebody say they wanna challenge me here?? (huh?) While I'm holdin a pistol with this many calibres here?? (here??) Got some registration and just made this shit valid this year? (year?) Cause once I snap I can't be held accountable for my acts and that's when accidents happen, when a thousand bullets come at your house and collapse the foundation around and they found you and your family in it (AHHHHH!) GOT DAMNIT HE MEANT IT WHEN HE TELLS YOU * Repeat (x2) Dum, tahh-dum.. ta-dah-da Dum, tahh-dum.. ta-dah-da Dum, tahh-dum.. ta-dah-da Dum, tahh-dum.. ta-dah-da Dum, tahh-dum.. ta-dah-da Dum, tahh-dum.. ta-dah-da Dum, tahh-dum.. ta-dah-da Dum, tahh-dum.. ta-dah-da Dum.. |
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from D-12 - Devils Night (2001)
Announcer:
OK... This is ANOTHER public service announcement brought to you in part (punch sound) AARGH! Rondell Beene: Shut up punk! Yo... This thing on? Good, good hell yeah. Look I'm speaking on be half of D12 and if you get offended by words like bitch, ho, sissy, faggot, homo, lesbian, fudge packer, clit eater all that shit like that, then you should turn this shit off right now, because thats is some of the shit... no, thats the only shit you gonna here right now on this album. It's not like they don't have creativity or some shit like that, that ain't the case. We just like saying shit like that just to fuck with you. Ey, i told you to hold him down know he running, but... fuck it! (gunshot) God damnit it if you had of just stayed still that won't happened to you. It just goes to show when you fuck around with us, shit can happen. Bitch! |
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from D-12 - Devils Night Initial Run [UK Only Version] (2006)
Announcer:
OK... This is ANOTHER public service announcement brought to you in part (punch sound) AARGH! Rondell Beene: Shut up punk! Yo... This thing on? Good, good hell yeah. Look I'm speaking on be half of D12 and if you get offended by words like bitch, ho, sissy, faggot, homo, lesbian, fudge packer, clit eater all that shit like that, then you should turn this shit off right now, because thats is some of the shit... no, thats the only shit you gonna here right now on this album. It's not like they don't have creativity or some shit like that, that ain't the case. We just like saying shit like that just to fuck with you. Ey, i told you to hold him down know he running, but... fuck it! (gunshot) God damnit it if you had of just stayed still that won't happened to you. It just goes to show when you fuck around with us, shit can happen. Bitch! |
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from Eminem - The Slim Shady Lp (1999)
Yes man As the World Turns We all experience things in life Trials and Tribulations That we all must go through When someone wants to test us When someone tries our patience I hang with a bunch of hippiesand wacky tobacco planters Who swallow lit roachesand light up like jack o lanterns Outsiders baby and we suing the courts Cuz we're dope as fuck and only get a 2 in the source They never should've booted me out of reform school Deformed fool takin a shit in a warm pool They threw me out the Ramada Inn I said it wasn't me I got a twin Oh my god its you Not again It all started when my mother took my bike away Cuz I murdered my guinea pig and stuck him in the microwave After that It was straight to the 40 ouncers Slappin teachers and jackin off in front of my counselors Class clown freshman dressed like Les Nessman Fuck the next lesson I'll past the test guessin And all the other kids said Eminem's a dishead He'll never last the only class he'll pass is phys ed May be true till I told this bitch in gym class That she was too fat to swim laps she needed Slim Fast Who Me Yeah bitch you so big you walked into big Tanny's and stepped on Jenny Craig She picked me up to snap me like a skinny twig Put me in the headlock then I thought of my guinea pig I felt the evilness and started transformin It began storming I heard a bunch of cheering fans swarming Grabbed that bitch by her hair Drug her across the ground And took her up to the highest diving board and tossed her down Sorry coach it's too late to tell me stop While I drop this bitch face down and watch her belly flop As the World Turns These are the days of our lives These are the things that we must go through Day by day We drive around in million dollar sports cars While little kids hide this tape from their parents like bad report cards Outsiders and we suing the courts Cuz we dope as fuck and only get a 2 in The Source Hypercondriac hanging out at the laundromat Where all the raunchy fat white trashy blondes be at Dressed like a sailor standin by a pale of garbage It's almost dark and I'm still tryna nail a trailor park bitch I met a slut and said What up it's nice to meet ya I'd like to treat ya to a Faygo and a slice of pizza But I'm broke as fuck and I don't get paid till the first of next month But if you care to join me I was bout to roll this next blunt But I aint got no weed no phillies or no papers Plus I'm a rapist and a repeated prison escapist So gimme all your money And don't try nothin funny Cuz you know your stinkin ass is too fat to try to outrun me I went to grab my gun Thats when her ass put it on me Wit an uppercut and hit me with a basket of laundry I fell through the glass doors Started causin a scene Then slid across the floor and flew right into a washin machine Jumped up with a broken back Thank god I was smokin crack all day And doped up off coke and smack All I wanted to do was rape the bitch and snatch her purse Now I wanna kill her But so I gotta catch her first Ran through Rally's parkin lot and took a shortcut Saw the house she ran up in And shot her fuckin porch up Kicked the door down to murder this divorced slut Looked around the room That's when I seen the bedroom door shut I know you're in there bitch I got my gun cocked You might as well come out now She said Come in it's unlocked I walked in and all I smelled was Liz Claiborne And seen her spread across the bed naked watchin gay porn She said Come her big boy lets get acquainted I turned around to run twisted my ankle and sprained it She came at me at full speed nothin could stop her I shot her five times and every bullet bounced off her I started to beg No please let go But she swallowed my fuckin leg whole like an egg roll With one leg left now I'm hoppin around crippled I grabbed my pocket knife and sliced off her right nipple Just trying to buy me some time then I remembered this magic trick Den Den Den Den Den Den Go go gadget dick Whipped that shit out and aint no doubt about it It hit the ground and caused an earthquake and power outage I shouted now bitch let's see who get's the best Stuffed that shit in crooked and fucked that fat slut to death Come here bitch Come here Take this motherfuckin dick Bitch come here And as we go along Throughout the days of our lives We all face small obstacles and challenges everyday That we must go through These are the things that surround us through our atmosphere Every day Every single day the world keeps turning keeps turning |
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from Eminem - Encore (2004)
[Eminem] Oww ba-byy!
[Chorus] The way you shake it, I can′t believe it I ain′t never seen an - ass like that The way you move it, you make my pee-pee go D-DOING DOING DOING! I don′t believe it, it′s almost to good to be true I ain′t never seen a - ass like that The way you move it, you make my pee-pee go D-DOING DOING DOING! [Eminem] The way she moves, she′s like a belly-dancer She′s shaking that ass to the new Nelly jams I think someone′s at the door but I don′t think I′ma answer Police saying FREEZE - D-DOING DOING DOING What do you mean freeze? Please, I′m a human being I have needs, I′m not done, not til I′m finished peeing I am not resisting arrest, I am agreeing Mr. Officer, I′m already on my knees I can′t get on the ground any further, it′s impossible for me And do not treat me like a murderer, I just like to pee Pee, pee, yes, I make R&B I sing song, it go Ring-a-Chong, a-Ching-Chong-Chong-Chong-Ching Psych I joke, I joke, I keed, I keed! If I offend, I′m sorry, please please forgive For I am Triumph the Puppet Dog, I am a mere puppet I can get away anything I say and you will love it! [Chorus] The way you shake it, I can′t believe it I ain′t never seen an - ass like that The way you move it, you make my pee-pee go D-DOING DOING DOING! Jessica Simpson, looks oh so tempting Nick I ain′t never seen a - ass like that Everytime I see that show on MTV my pee-pee goes D-DOING DOING DOING! [Eminem] Mary Kate and Ashley used to be so handsome Now they getting older, they′re starting to grow bum-bums I go to the movies and sit down with my popcorn Police saying FREEZE - D-DOING DOING DOING What do you mean, freeze? GEEZ, I just got my seat I have ticket, look I put it away, my zipper′s zipped Please do not remove me from this movie theatre, please I did not even get to see, Mary Kate′s shower scene I didn′t mean to be obscene or make a great big scene And don′t treat me like I′m Pee Wee Herman, this movie′s PG Mr. Officer, I demand to see my attorney I will simple plead innocent, cop a plea, and be free Free, yes free, right back on the streets What you mean my lawyer′s with Michael, he′s too busy? I am Triumph, Britney Spears has shoulders like a man And I can say that and you′ll laugh cause there′s a puppet on my hand [Chorus] The way you shake it, I can′t believe it I ain′t never seen an - ass like that The way you move it, you make my pee-pee go D-DOING DOING DOING! Hilary Duff is, not quite old enough so I ain′t never seen her - butt like that Maybe next year I′ll say ass and she′ll make my pee-pee go D-DOING DOING DOING! [Eminem] The way she moves she dances like a go-go In that video she sings get out your puzzle I need a new boyfriend, hi my name is JoJo Police saying FREEZE - D-DOING DOING DOING What do you mean freeze? My computers will be seized And my keys, to my ranch, I just bake cookies Mr. Officer, lookie, take a whiff of this Here, I make Jesus juice, take a sip of this Nobody is safe from me, no not even me I don′t even know if I can say the word pee-pee Pee, on the radio but I think I did Janet is that a breast? I think I just saw a tit Psych I joke, I joke, I keed, I keed I don′t think my joke is working, I must flee quick! Get to the chopper, everybody get out I am not Triumph, I am Ah-nuld, get dowwwn! [Chorus] The way you shake it, I can′t believe it I ain′t never seen an - ass like that The way you move it, you make my pee-pee go D-DOING DOING DOING! So Gwen Stefani, will you pee-pee on me please I ain′t never seen a - ass like that Cause the way you move it, you make my pee-pee go D-DOING DOING DOING! [Dr. Dre] THE FUCK IS WRONG WITCHU? [Eminem] HA!! |
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from Eminem - Ass Like That [single] (2005)
[Eminem] Oww ba-byy!
[Chorus] The way you shake it, I can′t believe it I ain′t never seen an - ass like that The way you move it, you make my pee-pee go D-DOING DOING DOING! I don′t believe it, it′s almost to good to be true I ain′t never seen a - ass like that The way you move it, you make my pee-pee go D-DOING DOING DOING! [Eminem] The way she moves, she′s like a belly-dancer She′s shaking that ass to the new Nelly jams I think someone′s at the door but I don′t think I′ma answer Police saying FREEZE - D-DOING DOING DOING What do you mean freeze? Please, I′m a human being I have needs, I′m not done, not til I′m finished peeing I am not resisting arrest, I am agreeing Mr. Officer, I′m already on my knees I can′t get on the ground any further, it′s impossible for me And do not treat me like a murderer, I just like to pee Pee, pee, yes, I make R&B I sing song, it go Ring-a-Chong, a-Ching-Chong-Chong-Chong-Ching Psych I joke, I joke, I keed, I keed! If I offend, I′m sorry, please please forgive For I am Triumph the Puppet Dog, I am a mere puppet I can get away anything I say and you will love it! [Chorus] The way you shake it, I can′t believe it I ain′t never seen an - ass like that The way you move it, you make my pee-pee go D-DOING DOING DOING! Jessica Simpson, looks oh so tempting Nick I ain′t never seen a - ass like that Everytime I see that show on MTV my pee-pee goes D-DOING DOING DOING! [Eminem] Mary Kate and Ashley used to be so handsome Now they getting older, they′re starting to grow bum-bums I go to the movies and sit down with my popcorn Police saying FREEZE - D-DOING DOING DOING What do you mean, freeze? GEEZ, I just got my seat I have ticket, look I put it away, my zipper′s zipped Please do not remove me from this movie theatre, please I did not even get to see, Mary Kate′s shower scene I didn′t mean to be obscene or make a great big scene And don′t treat me like I′m Pee Wee Herman, this movie′s PG Mr. Officer, I demand to see my attorney I will simple plead innocent, cop a plea, and be free Free, yes free, right back on the streets What you mean my lawyer′s with Michael, he′s too busy? I am Triumph, Britney Spears has shoulders like a man And I can say that and you′ll laugh cause there′s a puppet on my hand [Chorus] The way you shake it, I can′t believe it I ain′t never seen an - ass like that The way you move it, you make my pee-pee go D-DOING DOING DOING! Hilary Duff is, not quite old enough so I ain′t never seen her - butt like that Maybe next year I′ll say ass and she′ll make my pee-pee go D-DOING DOING DOING! [Eminem] The way she moves she dances like a go-go In that video she sings get out your puzzle I need a new boyfriend, hi my name is JoJo Police saying FREEZE - D-DOING DOING DOING What do you mean freeze? My computers will be seized And my keys, to my ranch, I just bake cookies Mr. Officer, lookie, take a whiff of this Here, I make Jesus juice, take a sip of this Nobody is safe from me, no not even me I don′t even know if I can say the word pee-pee Pee, on the radio but I think I did Janet is that a breast? I think I just saw a tit Psych I joke, I joke, I keed, I keed I don′t think my joke is working, I must flee quick! Get to the chopper, everybody get out I am not Triumph, I am Ah-nuld, get dowwwn! [Chorus] The way you shake it, I can′t believe it I ain′t never seen an - ass like that The way you move it, you make my pee-pee go D-DOING DOING DOING! So Gwen Stefani, will you pee-pee on me please I ain′t never seen a - ass like that Cause the way you move it, you make my pee-pee go D-DOING DOING DOING! [Dr. Dre] THE FUCK IS WRONG WITCHU? [Eminem] HA!! |
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from Eminem - Ass Like That [single] (2005)
[Eminem] Oww ba-byy!
[Chorus] The way you shake it, I can′t believe it I ain′t never seen an - ass like that The way you move it, you make my pee-pee go D-DOING DOING DOING! I don′t believe it, it′s almost to good to be true I ain′t never seen a - ass like that The way you move it, you make my pee-pee go D-DOING DOING DOING! [Eminem] The way she moves, she′s like a belly-dancer She′s shaking that ass to the new Nelly jams I think someone′s at the door but I don′t think I′ma answer Police saying FREEZE - D-DOING DOING DOING What do you mean freeze? Please, I′m a human being I have needs, I′m not done, not til I′m finished peeing I am not resisting arrest, I am agreeing Mr. Officer, I′m already on my knees I can′t get on the ground any further, it′s impossible for me And do not treat me like a murderer, I just like to pee Pee, pee, yes, I make R&B I sing song, it go Ring-a-Chong, a-Ching-Chong-Chong-Chong-Ching Psych I joke, I joke, I keed, I keed! If I offend, I′m sorry, please please forgive For I am Triumph the Puppet Dog, I am a mere puppet I can get away anything I say and you will love it! [Chorus] The way you shake it, I can′t believe it I ain′t never seen an - ass like that The way you move it, you make my pee-pee go D-DOING DOING DOING! Jessica Simpson, looks oh so tempting Nick I ain′t never seen a - ass like that Everytime I see that show on MTV my pee-pee goes D-DOING DOING DOING! [Eminem] Mary Kate and Ashley used to be so handsome Now they getting older, they′re starting to grow bum-bums I go to the movies and sit down with my popcorn Police saying FREEZE - D-DOING DOING DOING What do you mean, freeze? GEEZ, I just got my seat I have ticket, look I put it away, my zipper′s zipped Please do not remove me from this movie theatre, please I did not even get to see, Mary Kate′s shower scene I didn′t mean to be obscene or make a great big scene And don′t treat me like I′m Pee Wee Herman, this movie′s PG Mr. Officer, I demand to see my attorney I will simple plead innocent, cop a plea, and be free Free, yes free, right back on the streets What you mean my lawyer′s with Michael, he′s too busy? I am Triumph, Britney Spears has shoulders like a man And I can say that and you′ll laugh cause there′s a puppet on my hand [Chorus] The way you shake it, I can′t believe it I ain′t never seen an - ass like that The way you move it, you make my pee-pee go D-DOING DOING DOING! Hilary Duff is, not quite old enough so I ain′t never seen her - butt like that Maybe next year I′ll say ass and she′ll make my pee-pee go D-DOING DOING DOING! [Eminem] The way she moves she dances like a go-go In that video she sings get out your puzzle I need a new boyfriend, hi my name is JoJo Police saying FREEZE - D-DOING DOING DOING What do you mean freeze? My computers will be seized And my keys, to my ranch, I just bake cookies Mr. Officer, lookie, take a whiff of this Here, I make Jesus juice, take a sip of this Nobody is safe from me, no not even me I don′t even know if I can say the word pee-pee Pee, on the radio but I think I did Janet is that a breast? I think I just saw a tit Psych I joke, I joke, I keed, I keed I don′t think my joke is working, I must flee quick! Get to the chopper, everybody get out I am not Triumph, I am Ah-nuld, get dowwwn! [Chorus] The way you shake it, I can′t believe it I ain′t never seen an - ass like that The way you move it, you make my pee-pee go D-DOING DOING DOING! So Gwen Stefani, will you pee-pee on me please I ain′t never seen a - ass like that Cause the way you move it, you make my pee-pee go D-DOING DOING DOING! [Dr. Dre] THE FUCK IS WRONG WITCHU? [Eminem] HA!! |
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from Eminem - The Marshall Mathers Lp (2000)
[Dre] Yeah, what up Detroit?
[Snoop] Nu-uh, nu-uh nuh-no he didn't! Ahhh! They didn't do it again, what-what, what-what? Did you shit on these niggaz two times Dr. Dre? [Dre]Oh, fo' sho'! [Snoop] Uh-uh, naw, ya smell that? This is special right here What-what, what-what-what? Yeah, it's a toast to the boggie baby Uhh, to the boggie-woogie-woogie Yeah, y'all know! What's crackin' Dre? [Dr. Dre] Just le me lay back and kick some mo' simplistic pimp shit on Slim's shit and start riots like Limp Bizkit (Limp Bizkit) Throw on 'Guilty Concience' at concerts and watch mosh pits 'til motherfuckers know each other unconcious (Watch out now!) Some of these crowds that Slim draws is rowdy as Crenshaw Boulevard when it's packed and fulla cars Some of these crowds me and Snoop draw +IS+ niggaz from Chrenshaw from Long Beach to South Central Whoa, not these niggaz again These growan-ass ignorant men with hair-triggers again You and what army could harm me? D-R-E and Shady, with Doggy from Long Beach Came a long way, to makin' these songs play It'll be a wrong move, to stare at me the wrong way I got a long uz', and I carry it all day Sometimes it's like a nightmare, just bein' Andre, but I... [Snoop Dogg] Somehow, someway - tell 'em, nigga You know about Dogg-ay (Snoop Dogg) Now let me cut these niggaz up and show 'em where da fuck I'm comin from I get the party crackin' from the shit that I'll be spittin' son Hit-and-run, get it done, get the funds, split and run Got about fifty gungs, and I love all of 'em the same - bang bang! Damn baby girl what's your name? I forgot - what'd you say it was? Damn a nigga buzzed Hangin' in the club, with my newphew Eminem (What's up Slim?) What up cuz? (What up Snoop?) The Great White American Hope, done hooked up with the King of the motherfuckin' West Coast, bay-bayy! Chorus: Nate Dogg (+Snoop) [Nate] And you don't really wanna fuck, with me Only nigga that I trust, is me Fuck around and make me bust, this heat [Snoop] That's, the devil, they always wanna dance [Xzibit] I'm the Head Nigga In Charge, I'm watchin' you move You're found dead in your garage, with 10 o' clock news coverage Gotta love it, cuz I expose the facade Your little lungs is too small to hotbok with God All jokes aside, some bounce with us Standin' over you with a twelve gauge, about to bust It's like ashes to ashes and dust to dust I might leave in the bodybag, but never in cuffs So who do you trust? They just not rugged enough When things get rough I'm in the club shootin' with Puff Bitch, please - you must have a mental disease Assume the position and get back down on your knees - c'mon Chorus 2X [Eminem - impersonating Snoop] Awww naww, big Slim Dogg Eighty pound balls, dick six inch long Back up, in the, heezy BAY-BAY He's Sha-day! [Snoop] He's so cra-zay! [Eminem] Hahaha! Give me the mic, let me recite, 'til Timothy White pickets outside the Interscope offices every night What if he's right? I'm just a criminal, makin' a living off of the world's misery - what in the world gives me the right to say what I like, and walk around filppin' the bird Livin' the urban life, like a white kid from the 'burbs Dreamin' at night of screamin' at mom, schemin' to leave Run away from home and grow to be as evil as me I just want you all to notice me and people to see that somewhere deep down, there's a decent human being in me It just can't be found, so the reason you've been seeing this me is cuz this is me now, the recent dude who's being this mean So when you see me, dressin' up like a nerd on TV or heard the CD usin' the fag word so freely it's just me being me, here want me to tone it down? Suck my fuckin' dick, you faggot You happy now? Look here [Eminem - impersonating Snoop] I start some trouble everywhere that I go (that I go) Ask the bouncers in the club cuz they know (cuz they know) I start some shit they throw me out the back do' (the back do') Come back and shoot the club up with a fo'-fo' (a fo'-fo') Chorus 2X [Xzibit] 2001 and forever Slim Shady, Dr. Dre, Snoop Dogg, X to the Z, Nate Dogg C'mon, yeah!! |
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from Eminem - Infinite (1996)
Police voice:
Attention all units, attention all units We have an All Points Bulletin out on a man with green hair I repeat, we have an APB on a man with green hair He's armed with a knife, I repeat, he's armed with a knife Proceed with caution, watch your back fella's He could be coming at your girlfriend next Verse 1: There's a joker on the loose from the psychiatric ward His face is up on the bulletin board with a reward He'll stab you with a sword don't be fooled by his charm He's probably armed with intent to do bodily harm Ring the alarm, look for a man with green hair Check at your girl's house, he was last seen there He's has a mean stare but usually crack's jokes Good luck on your mission and guard your backs folks Chorus: I make you think you're a best friend then Why I oughtta Hit a bitch snake from the back, I make you think you're a best friend then Why I oughtta Stay away from him he ain't no good! Verse 2: We got the walkie-talkies to keep us all informed Suited up head to toe in detective uniforms Our unit storms in, we split the ghetto in sectors Locking down every block and put up metal detectors Protectors and be sure that you stand close Watch each others backs and guard your command post And most of all be advised that he's wise He could be disguised as one of your very own guys Chorus: I make you think you're a best friend then Why I oughtta Hit a bitch snake from the back, I make you think you're a best friend then Why I oughtta Stay away from him he ain't no good! Verse 3: I'm on a solo mission to find him personally To settle the score and beat then him mercifully For what he first did to me It's sure to be the last Following footprints with a magnifying glass To drag his lying ass back to his padded cell I'm mad as hell, on the trail of the tattle tail I heard a yell the voice sounded familiar "Give me your girlfriend or I'm gonna kill ya" Chorus: I make you think you're a best friend then Why I oughtta Hit a bitch snake from the back, I make you think you're a best friend then Why I oughtta Stay away from him he ain't no good! Verse 4: I followed the voice that led down a flight of steps Sneezing at dust, and swinging at the spider-webs Inside the depths of his basement I taste lint in my mouth, then the lights in the place' went! I saw my life flash in front of my eyes I felt a butcher knife slash at one of my thighs None of my guys knew where I'm at I was doomed Then I remembered the flashlight in my costume Chorus: I make you think you're a best friend then Why I oughtta Hit a bitch snake from the back, I make you think you're a best friend then Why I oughtta Stay away from him he ain't no good! Verse 5: Dealing with backstabber's there was one thing I learned They're only powerful when you got your back turned I yearned for the day that we finally met again So I can give him a taste of his own medicine He shed his skin, then he promised to come clean I took his butcher knife and jabbed it into his spleen Cut him at the seam then dragged the fella home Beating him over the head with the telephone Police voice: Attention all cars, attention all cars Unit 313 has apprehended the suspect He's going back to the crazy home, I repeat He's going back to the crazy home, how about that? Chorus: I make you think you're a best friend then Why I oughtta Hit a bitch snake from the back, I make you think you're a best friend then Why I oughtta Stay away from him he ain't no good! I make you think you're a best friend then Why I oughtta Hit a bitch snake from the back, I make you think you're a best friend then Why I oughtta Stay away from him he ain't no good! I make you think you're a best friend then Why I oughtta Hit a bitch snake from the back, I make you think you're a best friend then Why I oughtta Stay away from him he ain't no good! |
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from Eminem - The Real Slim Shady [single] (2000)
(Chorus One)
{Just pull the plug!} People say that I'm a bad influence I say the world's already fucked, I'm just addin to it They say I'm suicidal, teenagers' newest idol {c'mon!} C'mon do as I do, go ahead get mad and do it {Just pull the plug!} People say that I'm a bad influence I say the world's already fucked, I'm just addin to it They say I'm suicidal, teenagers' newest idol {c'mon!} C'mon do as I do, go ahead get mad and do it {Just let it goooooo!} (Eminem) Hand me an ,8, beam me up and land me in space I'ma sit on top of the world {I'm here} and shit on Brandy and Mase I'm more than ill I'm scarier than a white journalist in a room with Lauryn Hill {Ahh!} Human horror film but with a lot funnier plot, and people that feel me cause I'ma still be Madd Rapper, whether I got money or not {yup} As long as I'm on pills, and I got plenty of pot I'll be in a canoe paddlin, makin fun of your yacht But I would like an award for the best rapper to get one mic in The Source and a wardrobe I can afford Otherwise I might get sent up back-strike in a Ford And you wonder what the fuck I need more Vicadin for Everybody's pissin' me off; even the No Limit Tank looks like a middle finger sideways flippin me off No shit I'm a great danger to my health Why else would I kill you then jump in the grave and bury myself? (Chorus Two) {Just pull the plug!} People say that I'm a bad influence I say the world's already fucked, I'm just addin to it They say I'm suicidal, teenagers' newest idol {c'mon!} C'mon do as I do, go ahead get mad and do it {Just let it gooo!} People say that I'm a bad influence I say the world's already fucked, I'm just addin to it They say I'm suicidal, teenagers' newest idol {c'mon!} C'mon do as I do, go ahead get mad and do it {Just do it!} (Eminem) I'm the illest rapper to hold the cordless, patrollin corners Looking for hookers to punch in the mouth with a roll of quarters I'm meaner in action than Roscoe beatin James Todd Sr. across the back with vacuum cleaner attachments {Ow! Ow! Ow!} I grew up in a wild hood, as a hazardous youth with a fucked up childhood, that I used as an excuse And ain't shit changed, I kept the same mindstate since the third time that I failed 9th grade You probably think that I'm a negative person, don't be so sure of it I don't promote violence, I just encourage it {c'mon} I laugh at the sight of death as I fall down a cement flight of steps {ahhhhhhhh!} and land inside a bed of spider webs So throw caution to the wind; you and a friend can jump off of a bridge and if you live, do it again Shit, why not, blow your brain out, I'm blowin mine out Fuck it, you only live once, you might as well die now! (Chorus Three) {Just let it gooo!} People say that I'm a bad influence I say the world's already fucked, I'm just addin to it They say I'm suicidal, teenagers' newest idol {c'mon!} C'mon do as I do, go ahead get mad and do it {Just pull the plug!} People say that I'm a bad influence I say the world's already fucked, I'm just addin to it They say I'm suicidal, teenagers' newest idol {c'mon!} C'mon do as I do, go ahead get mad and do it {Just do it!} (Eminem) My laser disc gon' make you take a razor to your wrist Make you satanistic, make you take the pistol to your face and place the clip and cock it back and let it go until your brains are rippin out your skull so bad to sew you back would be a waste of stitches I'm not a "Role Model," I don't wanna babysit kids I got one little girl, and Hailie Jade is Shady's business And Shady's just an alias I made to make you pissed off Where the fuck were you when Gil was paid to make me dishwash? I make a couple statements and now look how crazy shit got You made me get a bigger attitude than eighty Kim Scott's And she almost got the same fate that Grady's bitch got I knew that "Just the Two of Us" would make you hate me this much And "Just the Two of Us," that ain't got shit to do with us and our personal life, it's just words on a mic So you can call me a punk, a pervert or a chauvinist pig But the funny shit is that I still go with the bitch! (Chorus Two) |
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from Eminem - The Slim Shady Lp (1999)
I don't speak I float in the air wrapped in a sheet I'm not a real person I'm a ghost trapped in a beat I translate when my voice is read through a sismograph And a noise is bred picked up and transmitted through Royce'shead Trapped him in his room possessed him and hoist his bed Till the evilness flows through blood like poisonous lead Told him each one of his boys is dead I asked him come to the dark side he made a choice and said Who hard yo I done heard worse We can get in two cars accelerate at each other see which one'll swerve first Two blind bandits panic whose mental capacity holds That of a globe on top of nine other planets Kissed the cheek of the devil intelligence level is hellier than treble peakin on speakersin the ghetto Dismissal I'm not a fair man disgraced the race of a atheist Intercepting missles wit my bare hands like a patriot One track sliced without swords I buried the Christ corpseIn my past life when the Black Knight mounted the white horse And stay over worked its like the Nazis in the nations Collaborating attemptin to take over the earth Cuz this is what happens when Bad Meets Evil We hit the trees till look like Vietnamese people He's Evil and I'm Bad like Steve Segal Above the Law cuz I don't agree wit police either We ain't eager to be legal So please leave me wit the keys to your Jeep Eagle I breathe ether in three amounts When I stab myself in the knee with a diseased needle Releasin rage on anybody in squeezing range Cold enough to make the seasons change into freezing rain No I'm not I just want to shoot up and I'm pissed off Cuz I can't find a decent vain The disaster wit dreds I'm Bad enough to commit suicide and survive long enough kill my soul after I'm dead When in danger it's funny actually my flavor's similar to awaiter Cuz I serve any stranger wit money I spray a hundred man until they joint chains While slippin bullets at point blank range like they waspunches Piss on a flag burn it murder you then come to your funeral Serve this lobbyist strangle your body then confirm you Whippin human ass throwin blows crackin jaws Wit my fists wrapped in gause dipped in glue glass I'm blazin MC's at the same time amazin MC's Somehow MC's ain't that eye brow raisin to me From all angles of us flash a mack loud enough to cast aavalanche bust till volcanoes errupt Hello Aiyyo what's up STOP THEY KNOW IT'S US I used to be a loudmouth remember me I'm the one who burned your house down Well I'm out now and this time I'm comin back to blow your house up And I ain't gon leave you a window to jump out of Give me two fat tabs and three shrooms And you won't see me like fat people in steam rooms when I go to hell and I'm gettin ready to leave I'ma put air in a bag and charge people to breathe Cuz this is what happens when Bad Meets Evil And we hit the trees we look like Vietnamese people He's Evil and I'm Bad like Steve Segal Against peaceful see you in hell for the sequel See you in hell Wall Street Royce Da Five Nine Slim Shady See you in hell for the sequel Bad Meets Evil what |
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from Eminem - Encore (2004)
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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from Eminem - The Slim Shady Lp (1999)
Justin, its Zoe, Um Kellie did not have me call you however I just listened to Eminem in her car It is the most disgusting thing I have ever heard in my entire life and I seriously want to call his fucking agent and tell them how fucking disgusting he is, it like makes me upset, I am now nauseous and I can't eat lunch, goodbye |
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from D-12 - D12 World (2004)
[Bizarre]
We got something for the bitches!!! [Intro - Eminem] Aha, these bitches always be all... giggling and shit (come on BITCH) But they get mad when their favorite song don't come on in the club (get em') Catch an attitude and shit (come on BITCH, come on BITCH) So we got one for them, it goes like this (BITCH, BITCH, BITCH, BITCH) [Eminem] We wrote a song for the hoes, you like to hear it, here it goes A little something you probably won't hear on your radios So when it comes on in the club it's one that everyone knows And if I'm talking too fast it just means you're listening too slow And if you listen a little faster maybe you'll catch up, BITCH Ju jah jah jah dah du ju jah, you just made me mess up, BITCH Blibiri babiler blabber, it don't matter, I'm just blabbering Like you understand what I'm saying anyway I'm just traveling in one ear and I'm out the other You're so fucking drunk all you hear is the beat and the beat I could be saying anything, just get ya ass on the floor Wear the same pants that you wore from the day before Baby and shake that ass like a whore [Hook: Eminem (Kon Artis)] Yeah, I'm talkin to you, BITCH! (Get up and dance, BITCH!) Wiggle that ass, BITCH! (Yeah that's it, bitch Yeah, I called you a BITCH, BITCH!) What you going to do about it, BITCH? Sit there and cry like a little BITCH? BITCH! (Get up and dance BITCH) Wiggle that ass BITCH (You little trash, BITCH! Yeah, that's it Yeah, I called you a trash, BITCH!) Not trailer trash, SWITCH! Take the person you with and exchange partner, BITCH! [Swifty] Tell me that it ain't no hanging, and fuck calling home Until you look at me, before you answer the phone When I flee, your ass can get naked and be as free As you wanna be freak, but I'm taking the key with me You ain't gonna get shit, so don't even ask Disrespect my wishes (BITCH!) I'll beat your ass! Watch me coming home full, eating half of your doggy bag And I leave laughing, while you calling me on the rag I'm the type that might cut off the lights when I hit And before she cut them on, Kuniva already (SWITCHED!) Your ass ain't even riding with Swift unless you're hoeing When I'm done, I'll throw you out and ask you where you going [Bizarre] Ho ain't the only thing you call a girl Slut, Tramp (oh, how you doing, Cheryl?) Ever since I was eight, I been starting to hate I said fuck the Hoes, and started eating cheese cake Scrambled eggs and steak, strawberries and grapes Damn, that sounds great, hold on wait (Bizzy!) Okay, back to the bitches, wash the dishes after that Give me stitches, a fucking half Indian chick, sucked my dick This time tomorrow, I won't remember shit Got respect for a player, got on snoop gators And they ain't now and laters, bitch [Hook] [Kon Artis] Hey, baby, what's up with you? [Dina Rae] Hey! [Kuniva] Ayo, your man here with you? [Dina Rae] Nope [Kuniva] Nah, you single, I can tell [Kon Artis] You came with them hoes, didn't you? [Dina Rae] Huh? [Kuniva] No, he meant friends girl, excuse him, it's the liquor [Dina Rae] Hahahaha [Kon Artis] Ayo, let's get this party cracking! These bitches ain't got bitches! [Kuniva] Damn, now you know he didn't mean that [Dina Rae] Come on, you seen that [Kon Artis] She all whining and shit, get this bitch a Kleenex [Dina Rae] What did he say? [Kuniva] Nothing, he said you seem stressed [Kon Artis] Naw, you gots a big butt [Dina Rae] Huh? [Kuniva] And you wearing your nice dress [Dina Rae] Cause I was gonna say [Kon Artis] Oh, you wasn't gonna say shit [Dina Rae] Excuse me? [Kuniva] He said Michael Jackson just got another face lift! [Dina Rae] Oh! [Kon Artis] Dumb ho [Dina Rae] Nigga! [Kuniva] No, gumbo, he wanna cook it for you tonight [Kon Artis] Bitch, what up though? Just fuck for a buck, do something strange for change Or make me holla for a dolla, just hop in the range [Kuniva] (Shh, shit, shut up nigga, no, shut up) [Dina Rae] Man, fuck both of y'all niggas [Kuniva] See I was trying to be polite, stank ass trick [Kon Artis] Oh, somebody is jacking off tonight [Proof] Oh you a BITCH but dont choke, I say the same to my momma I got Christina, Britney with me, shit, we banging Madonna Watch her strip you on that 10 bitch ain't got change for a dollar Blow your tongue and give this one the mouth you came with a condom Quick cum is the motto, so just swallow and breathe Swallow and breathe, now swallow these seeds I know you moca lotti mommies won't get down on your knees You want some money honey damn you must be outta your weave Hit the telly fuck her belly you ain't gotta go weak Plus you wanna be a model you need a lot of more sleep I'm a pimp bitch don't be shy, show me them big tits Your lipstick, I want it smeared all on my limp dick For instance, busting nuts is only my interest So princess, don't get your feelings hurt cause men just Party and bullshit till she gargle and swallow the dick I'm taking the train to spain, don't bother calling me, bitch [Hook] [Outro - Kon Artis And Eminem] Yeah, you heard me bitch., did I stu-stu-stutter stupid You ain't listein to the words of this song anyway All you do is listen to the beats with your dumbass, BITCH Dancing, tryin to get a nigga money in the club, with your stupid manipular self We was talkin bout you dough dough, you, you dumb bitch, YOU! The one that want a drink and dont want to pay for it Spend all your money you make all week on that dress And I spill a drink on it, actin like I'm drunk when I'm not I'm JUST TRYING TO FUCK, I'm JUS TRYING TO FUCK BITCH! HAHAHAHA, whoo!, D-Twizzy, yeah!, BITCH, BITCH, BITCH |
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from D-12 - D-12 World [Explicit Version] (2006)
[Bizarre]
We got something for the bitches!!! [Intro - Eminem] Aha, these bitches always be all... giggling and shit (come on BITCH) But they get mad when their favorite song don't come on in the club (get em') Catch an attitude and shit (come on BITCH, come on BITCH) So we got one for them, it goes like this (BITCH, BITCH, BITCH, BITCH) [Eminem] We wrote a song for the hoes, you like to hear it, here it goes A little something you probably won't hear on your radios So when it comes on in the club it's one that everyone knows And if I'm talking too fast it just means you're listening too slow And if you listen a little faster maybe you'll catch up, BITCH Ju jah jah jah dah du ju jah, you just made me mess up, BITCH Blibiri babiler blabber, it don't matter, I'm just blabbering Like you understand what I'm saying anyway I'm just traveling in one ear and I'm out the other You're so fucking drunk all you hear is the beat and the beat I could be saying anything, just get ya ass on the floor Wear the same pants that you wore from the day before Baby and shake that ass like a whore [Hook: Eminem (Kon Artis)] Yeah, I'm talkin to you, BITCH! (Get up and dance, BITCH!) Wiggle that ass, BITCH! (Yeah that's it, bitch Yeah, I called you a BITCH, BITCH!) What you going to do about it, BITCH? Sit there and cry like a little BITCH? BITCH! (Get up and dance BITCH) Wiggle that ass BITCH (You little trash, BITCH! Yeah, that's it Yeah, I called you a trash, BITCH!) Not trailer trash, SWITCH! Take the person you with and exchange partner, BITCH! [Swifty] Tell me that it ain't no hanging, and fuck calling home Until you look at me, before you answer the phone When I flee, your ass can get naked and be as free As you wanna be freak, but I'm taking the key with me You ain't gonna get shit, so don't even ask Disrespect my wishes (BITCH!) I'll beat your ass! Watch me coming home full, eating half of your doggy bag And I leave laughing, while you calling me on the rag I'm the type that might cut off the lights when I hit And before she cut them on, Kuniva already (SWITCHED!) Your ass ain't even riding with Swift unless you're hoeing When I'm done, I'll throw you out and ask you where you going [Bizarre] Ho ain't the only thing you call a girl Slut, Tramp (oh, how you doing, Cheryl?) Ever since I was eight, I been starting to hate I said fuck the Hoes, and started eating cheese cake Scrambled eggs and steak, strawberries and grapes Damn, that sounds great, hold on wait (Bizzy!) Okay, back to the bitches, wash the dishes after that Give me stitches, a fucking half Indian chick, sucked my dick This time tomorrow, I won't remember shit Got respect for a player, got on snoop gators And they ain't now and laters, bitch [Hook] [Kon Artis] Hey, baby, what's up with you? [Dina Rae] Hey! [Kuniva] Ayo, your man here with you? [Dina Rae] Nope [Kuniva] Nah, you single, I can tell [Kon Artis] You came with them hoes, didn't you? [Dina Rae] Huh? [Kuniva] No, he meant friends girl, excuse him, it's the liquor [Dina Rae] Hahahaha [Kon Artis] Ayo, let's get this party cracking! These bitches ain't got bitches! [Kuniva] Damn, now you know he didn't mean that [Dina Rae] Come on, you seen that [Kon Artis] She all whining and shit, get this bitch a Kleenex [Dina Rae] What did he say? [Kuniva] Nothing, he said you seem stressed [Kon Artis] Naw, you gots a big butt [Dina Rae] Huh? [Kuniva] And you wearing your nice dress [Dina Rae] Cause I was gonna say [Kon Artis] Oh, you wasn't gonna say shit [Dina Rae] Excuse me? [Kuniva] He said Michael Jackson just got another face lift! [Dina Rae] Oh! [Kon Artis] Dumb ho [Dina Rae] Nigga! [Kuniva] No, gumbo, he wanna cook it for you tonight [Kon Artis] Bitch, what up though? Just fuck for a buck, do something strange for change Or make me holla for a dolla, just hop in the range [Kuniva] (Shh, shit, shut up nigga, no, shut up) [Dina Rae] Man, fuck both of y'all niggas [Kuniva] See I was trying to be polite, stank ass trick [Kon Artis] Oh, somebody is jacking off tonight [Proof] Oh you a BITCH but dont choke, I say the same to my momma I got Christina, Britney with me, shit, we banging Madonna Watch her strip you on that 10 bitch ain't got change for a dollar Blow your tongue and give this one the mouth you came with a condom Quick cum is the motto, so just swallow and breathe Swallow and breathe, now swallow these seeds I know you moca lotti mommies won't get down on your knees You want some money honey damn you must be outta your weave Hit the telly fuck her belly you ain't gotta go weak Plus you wanna be a model you need a lot of more sleep I'm a pimp bitch don't be shy, show me them big tits Your lipstick, I want it smeared all on my limp dick For instance, busting nuts is only my interest So princess, don't get your feelings hurt cause men just Party and bullshit till she gargle and swallow the dick I'm taking the train to spain, don't bother calling me, bitch [Hook] [Outro - Kon Artis And Eminem] Yeah, you heard me bitch., did I stu-stu-stutter stupid You ain't listein to the words of this song anyway All you do is listen to the beats with your dumbass, BITCH Dancing, tryin to get a nigga money in the club, with your stupid manipular self We was talkin bout you dough dough, you, you dumb bitch, YOU! The one that want a drink and dont want to pay for it Spend all your money you make all week on that dress And I spill a drink on it, actin like I'm drunk when I'm not I'm JUST TRYING TO FUCK, I'm JUS TRYING TO FUCK BITCH! HAHAHAHA, whoo!, D-Twizzy, yeah!, BITCH, BITCH, BITCH |
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from D-12 - Devils Night (2001)
[bizarre]man did you see that hoe with them big tities?
[kuniva]yo nigga what's goin on fool? [bizarre]whatup my nigga? [kuniva]nuttin man, yo, this is my girl right here sind right here [kuniva]sind this is bizarre I was tellin you about [kuniva]that's my nigga [kuniva]yo look I'm bout to run in the store and get some forties and a coupla blunts [kuniva]man you why don't you go to the store with me [bizarre]all right [kuniva]all right bet, I'll be back in a little bit nigga [bizarre]aight my nigga (music start playin in the background "bizarre's gonna rape ya") [sind]so how long you been on eminem [bizarre]eminem? shit I don't know eminem, I'm just in town for this little jazz festival and shit [bizarre]you know, something on the side [bizarre]yo can I get you some sparkling water and shit? you want some water? [sind]no, no, no thanks [bizarre]how about some pig feet [sind]naw, I'm straight, I'm ready to smoke [sind]damn, what's takin the kuniva so long? *bizarre farts* [sind]no the f**k you didn't! [bizarre]girl chill out that shit came from my soul [bizarre]f**k that shit you better out dead youknowwhatimsayin [bizarre]and I want you to give me a little kiss though *bizarre farts again* [sind]a kiss? kiss you where? [bizarre]all right I'm a tell you, I'm a tell you, i'ma tell you in your ear (music stops) [bizarre]on my booty |
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from D-12 - D12 World (2004)
[bizarre]man did you see that hoe with them big tities?
[kuniva]yo nigga what's goin on fool? [bizarre]whatup my nigga? [kuniva]nuttin man, yo, this is my girl right here sind right here [kuniva]sind this is bizarre I was tellin you about [kuniva]that's my nigga [kuniva]yo look I'm bout to run in the store and get some forties and a coupla blunts [kuniva]man you why don't you go to the store with me [bizarre]all right [kuniva]all right bet, I'll be back in a little bit nigga [bizarre]aight my nigga (music start playin in the background "bizarre's gonna rape ya") [sind]so how long you been on eminem [bizarre]eminem? shit I don't know eminem, I'm just in town for this little jazz festival and shit [bizarre]you know, something on the side [bizarre]yo can I get you some sparkling water and shit? you want some water? [sind]no, no, no thanks [bizarre]how about some pig feet [sind]naw, I'm straight, I'm ready to smoke [sind]damn, what's takin the kuniva so long? *bizarre farts* [sind]no the f**k you didn't! [bizarre]girl chill out that shit came from my soul [bizarre]f**k that shit you better out dead youknowwhatimsayin [bizarre]and I want you to give me a little kiss though *bizarre farts again* [sind]a kiss? kiss you where? [bizarre]all right I'm a tell you, I'm a tell you, i'ma tell you in your ear (music stops) [bizarre]on my booty |
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from D-12 - D-12 World [Explicit Version] (2006)
[bizarre]man did you see that hoe with them big tities?
[kuniva]yo nigga what's goin on fool? [bizarre]whatup my nigga? [kuniva]nuttin man, yo, this is my girl right here sind right here [kuniva]sind this is bizarre I was tellin you about [kuniva]that's my nigga [kuniva]yo look I'm bout to run in the store and get some forties and a coupla blunts [kuniva]man you why don't you go to the store with me [bizarre]all right [kuniva]all right bet, I'll be back in a little bit nigga [bizarre]aight my nigga (music start playin in the background "bizarre's gonna rape ya") [sind]so how long you been on eminem [bizarre]eminem? shit I don't know eminem, I'm just in town for this little jazz festival and shit [bizarre]you know, something on the side [bizarre]yo can I get you some sparkling water and shit? you want some water? [sind]no, no, no thanks [bizarre]how about some pig feet [sind]naw, I'm straight, I'm ready to smoke [sind]damn, what's takin the kuniva so long? *bizarre farts* [sind]no the f**k you didn't! [bizarre]girl chill out that shit came from my soul [bizarre]f**k that shit you better out dead youknowwhatimsayin [bizarre]and I want you to give me a little kiss though *bizarre farts again* [sind]a kiss? kiss you where? [bizarre]all right I'm a tell you, I'm a tell you, i'ma tell you in your ear (music stops) [bizarre]on my booty |
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from D-12 - Devils Night (2001)
[swifty mcvay]
Hmm, yeah This just one of them days when yo’ ass just wanna chill out And motherfuckers be all in yo’ ear and shit, yknowhati’msayin? Or that naggin bitch, that just like to hear herself talk Blowin all yo’ high away Now that’s some fucked up shit, heh But it happens, yknowhati’msayin? yo [eminem] Yo yo yo yo Schizophrenia, how many of ya got it? How many motherfuckers can say they psychotic? How many motherfuckers can say they brain dry-rotted from pot? You got it like I got it or not? If you did, you would know just what I’m talkin bout When your tongue’s rottin out from cotton-mouth When you end up becomin so dependent on weed That you end up spendin a g in the vendin machine You got the munchies, look at you, junk food junkie Potato chips and lunch meat, up in the front seat Sometimes you can get so paranoid from ganja That’s it gotcha thinkin the whole world is watchin ya Or maybe you don’t smoke, maybe you just roll But whatever your drug’s yo, go for the gusto Just don’t, come fuck with me when I’m doin my drugs You see me in the club don’t come fuckin my high up and [chorus: d-12] Blow, my, buzz You want to want to just don’t blow, my, buzz (do what you want to) and I’m gon’ sit here and just roll, my, drugs (smoke my weeeeed) and if you talk I’m gonna fuck, you, up (I might just whoop yo’ ass) just don’t say shit and we’ll be cool [bizarre] [ding dong] bitch let me in the house (avon? ) No, I just came to eat your mother out It’s the big guy, doin a butterfly to the ground (go ’head!) [eminem] bizarre sit yo’ nasty ass down [bizarre] I spot this fat bitch from across the room Now suck my dick while your boyfriend’s in the bathroom (yea yea!) My face is pink, lookin for a sink And don’t worry bout what I put in your drink It’s called a date-rape drug, ten minutes you’ll be fucked up Open your nasty-ass legs up (yeah you whore) Bitches I’m catchin, blunts I’m matchin Don’t call me bizarre, I’m the reverand jesse jackson [swifty mcvay] Who the fuck is this guy, why the hell you in my presence? It’d be cool if you was askin me some reasonable questions But you on some bullshit nigga, this yo’ last beer (f’real) Get the fuck off my dick and tell yo’ bitch to bring here ass here I kick a hoe out without givin her cabfare And leave her barefooted just for naggin in my damn ear When I’m out eatin, you fags’ll interfere They don’t go until I let ’em know a mag’ is sittin here I get drunk and I smoke weed, whatcho’ ass wanna hear? I didn’t answer you clear, I met manson this year okay? You want some yea? I’ll front yo’ ass a play But other than that, get the hell out my face Because you niggaz tryin to [chorus w/ variations] [kun] yo denaun you seem shook [kon] I really am dawg look This fat bitch keep chasin me tryin to give me the nook [kun] aww man you probably lead her on [kon] I just bought her a beer! [kun] I saw her rubbin on your head while she was wipin your tears [kon] I admit, I was high, but you ain’t seen me cryin [kun] nigga you lyin, and you blowin my high, just stop denyin it [kon] well at least somebody in this bar is, this big bitch did The ultimate by sayin she wanted to have my kids [kun] look man you grown, just leave me alone, I’m in the zone Call it a night, get stoned, and take that fat slut home Just drink the drink, hit the dank, do some drugs Go kill yourself [kon] fuck you! [kun] well stop blowin my buzz! [proof] I’m at the front of the bar by the lounge in the back With a slut on my arm while I’m downin the ’gnac Got the pills in my system, floatin around Everytime I start driftin, someone open they mouth Yo my ear been spit licked and freestyled in I think I’m goin def like old senile men Only one good demo out of three thousand (yo I ain’t wanna rap for you anyway, so keep talkin) Next nigga that bump me, i’ma do the humpty And elbow bitches, ’til everybody jump me (yo man whassup wit you man why you keep bumpin me and shit) Whassup fool? fuck you punk! (motherfucker, the fuck? it’s on fool it’s on! whassup then nigga? ) [chorus w/ variations] We’ll be cool We’ll be cool if you don’t talk while I’m just tryin to smoke my weed Smoke my weed.. I’m tryin to drink with my niggaz; just shut the fuck up While I’m just tryin to get blowed Spittin to me some mo’.. (hehehe) I’ll see you at eight, bitch |
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from D-12 - Devils Night Initial Run [UK Only Version] (2006)
[swifty mcvay]
Hmm, yeah This just one of them days when yo’ ass just wanna chill out And motherfuckers be all in yo’ ear and shit, yknowhati’msayin? Or that naggin bitch, that just like to hear herself talk Blowin all yo’ high away Now that’s some fucked up shit, heh But it happens, yknowhati’msayin? yo [eminem] Yo yo yo yo Schizophrenia, how many of ya got it? How many motherfuckers can say they psychotic? How many motherfuckers can say they brain dry-rotted from pot? You got it like I got it or not? If you did, you would know just what I’m talkin bout When your tongue’s rottin out from cotton-mouth When you end up becomin so dependent on weed That you end up spendin a g in the vendin machine You got the munchies, look at you, junk food junkie Potato chips and lunch meat, up in the front seat Sometimes you can get so paranoid from ganja That’s it gotcha thinkin the whole world is watchin ya Or maybe you don’t smoke, maybe you just roll But whatever your drug’s yo, go for the gusto Just don’t, come fuck with me when I’m doin my drugs You see me in the club don’t come fuckin my high up and [chorus: d-12] Blow, my, buzz You want to want to just don’t blow, my, buzz (do what you want to) and I’m gon’ sit here and just roll, my, drugs (smoke my weeeeed) and if you talk I’m gonna fuck, you, up (I might just whoop yo’ ass) just don’t say shit and we’ll be cool [bizarre] [ding dong] bitch let me in the house (avon? ) No, I just came to eat your mother out It’s the big guy, doin a butterfly to the ground (go ’head!) [eminem] bizarre sit yo’ nasty ass down [bizarre] I spot this fat bitch from across the room Now suck my dick while your boyfriend’s in the bathroom (yea yea!) My face is pink, lookin for a sink And don’t worry bout what I put in your drink It’s called a date-rape drug, ten minutes you’ll be fucked up Open your nasty-ass legs up (yeah you whore) Bitches I’m catchin, blunts I’m matchin Don’t call me bizarre, I’m the reverand jesse jackson [swifty mcvay] Who the fuck is this guy, why the hell you in my presence? It’d be cool if you was askin me some reasonable questions But you on some bullshit nigga, this yo’ last beer (f’real) Get the fuck off my dick and tell yo’ bitch to bring here ass here I kick a hoe out without givin her cabfare And leave her barefooted just for naggin in my damn ear When I’m out eatin, you fags’ll interfere They don’t go until I let ’em know a mag’ is sittin here I get drunk and I smoke weed, whatcho’ ass wanna hear? I didn’t answer you clear, I met manson this year okay? You want some yea? I’ll front yo’ ass a play But other than that, get the hell out my face Because you niggaz tryin to [chorus w/ variations] [kun] yo denaun you seem shook [kon] I really am dawg look This fat bitch keep chasin me tryin to give me the nook [kun] aww man you probably lead her on [kon] I just bought her a beer! [kun] I saw her rubbin on your head while she was wipin your tears [kon] I admit, I was high, but you ain’t seen me cryin [kun] nigga you lyin, and you blowin my high, just stop denyin it [kon] well at least somebody in this bar is, this big bitch did The ultimate by sayin she wanted to have my kids [kun] look man you grown, just leave me alone, I’m in the zone Call it a night, get stoned, and take that fat slut home Just drink the drink, hit the dank, do some drugs Go kill yourself [kon] fuck you! [kun] well stop blowin my buzz! [proof] I’m at the front of the bar by the lounge in the back With a slut on my arm while I’m downin the ’gnac Got the pills in my system, floatin around Everytime I start driftin, someone open they mouth Yo my ear been spit licked and freestyled in I think I’m goin def like old senile men Only one good demo out of three thousand (yo I ain’t wanna rap for you anyway, so keep talkin) Next nigga that bump me, i’ma do the humpty And elbow bitches, ’til everybody jump me (yo man whassup wit you man why you keep bumpin me and shit) Whassup fool? fuck you punk! (motherfucker, the fuck? it’s on fool it’s on! whassup then nigga? ) [chorus w/ variations] We’ll be cool We’ll be cool if you don’t talk while I’m just tryin to smoke my weed Smoke my weed.. I’m tryin to drink with my niggaz; just shut the fuck up While I’m just tryin to get blowed Spittin to me some mo’.. (hehehe) I’ll see you at eight, bitch |
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from Eminem - The Slim Shady Lp (1999)
Scalpel Here Sponge Here Wait he's convulsing he's convulsing We're gonna have to shock him We're gonna have to shock him These are the results of a thousand electric volts A neck with bolts 'Nurse we're losin him check the pulse A kid who refused to respect adults Wore spectacles with taped frames and a freckled nose A corny lookin white boy scrawny and always ornery Cause I was always sick of brawny bullies pickin on me And I might snap one day just like that I decided to strike back and flatten every tire on the bike rack My first day in junior high this kid said It's you and I three o'clock sharp this afternoon you die I looked at my watch it was one twenty I already gave you my lunch money what more do you want from me He said Don't try to run from me you'll just make it worse My palms were sweaty and I started to shake at first Something told me Try to fake a stomach ache it works I screamed Owww My appendix feels like they could burst Teacher teacher quick I need a naked nurse What's the matter I don't know my leg it hurts Leg I thought you said it was your tummy Oh I mean it is but I also got a bum knee Mr Mathers the fun and games are over And just for that stunt you're gonna get some extra homework But don't you wanna give me after school detention Nah that bully wants to beat your ass and I'ma let him Brain damage ever since the day I was born Drugs is what they used to say I was on They say I never knew which way I was goin But everywhere I go they keep playin my song Brain damage ever since the day I was born Drugs is what they used to say I was on They say I never knew which way I was goin But everywhere I go they keep playin my song Brain damage Way before my baby daughter Hailey I was harassed daily by this fat kid named D'Angelo Bailey An eighth grader who acted obnoxious cause his father boxes so everyday he'd shove me in the lockers One day he came in the bathroom while I was pissin And had me in the position to beat me into submission He banged my head against the urinal til he broke my nose Soaked my clothes in blood grabbed me and choked my throat I tried to plead and tell him We shouldn't beef But he just wouldn't leave he kept chokin me and I couldn't breathe He looked at me and said You gonna die honkey The principal walked in What's going on in here and started helpin him stomp me I made them think they beat me to death Holdin my breath for like five minutes before they finally left Then I got up and ran to the janitor's storage booth Kicked the door hinge loose and ripped out the four inch screws Grabbed some sharp objects brooms and foreign tools 'This is for every time you took my orange juice or stole my seat in the lunchroom and drank my chocolate milk Every time you tipped my tray and it dropped and spilt I'm gettin you back bully Now once and for good I cocked the broomstick back and swung hard as I could and beat him over the head with it til I broke the wood Knocked him down stood on his chest with one foot Made it home later that same day Started reading a comic and suddenly everything became gray I couldn't even see what I was tryin to read I went deaf and my left ear started to bleed My mother started screamin What are you on drugs Look at you you're gettin blood all over my rug She beat me over the head with the remote control opened a hole and my whole brain fell out of my skull I picked it up and screamed Look bitch what have you done Oh my God I'm sorry son Shut up you cunt I said Fuck it Took it and stuck it back up in my head then I sewed it shut and put a couple of screws in my neck Brain damage ever since the day I was born Drugs is what they used to say I was on They say I never knew which way I was goin But everywhere I go they keep playin my song Brain damage ever since the day I was born Drugs is what they used to say I was on They say I never knew which way I was goin But everywhere I go they keep playin my song Brain damage It's brain damage I got brain damage It's brain damage It's probably brain damage It's brain damage Brain damage I got brain damage |
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from D-12 - D12 World (2004)
[Bugz]
Fuck that! Who run shit, watch these drums hit You dove head first into some old dumb shit Here's a can of ass whip, for you to come get Your clique made their trip, I made them hoes submit Ask your girl, she knows the scoop don't fuck with Bugz bitch I'll chop off her titti, have you sucking one tit Them pink belly *****s is who you run with Making half ass songs, shitty snares and one kick I hate your damn sound, don't like it one bit You can make a double album, won't have one hit Your entire outfit is on some bullshit And there's not a damn one that I can't out wit I admit, that my style is unfit For mamma's baby boy because I'm on some dumb shit Like I commit arsony, get harm quick You pull the alarm switch, I'll stab you in your armpit Now who the nitwit wanna come get with This egotistic, hip-hop fundal mentalisitic Don't risk it, you'll get your shit split Now keep your distance, and keep existence I'm the persistent when it comes to bench shit I smoked a blunt with my judge before my sentence I'm relentless to deny you're senseless Yo bitch, pay my bill that's where the hell your rent went Fuck that! |
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from D-12 - D-12 World [Explicit Version] (2006)
[Bugz]
Fuck that! Who run shit, watch these drums hit You dove head first into some old dumb shit Here's a can of ass whip, for you to come get Your clique made their trip, I made them hoes submit Ask your girl, she knows the scoop don't fuck with Bugz bitch I'll chop off her titti, have you sucking one tit Them pink belly *****s is who you run with Making half ass songs, shitty snares and one kick I hate your damn sound, don't like it one bit You can make a double album, won't have one hit Your entire outfit is on some bullshit And there's not a damn one that I can't out wit I admit, that my style is unfit For mamma's baby boy because I'm on some dumb shit Like I commit arsony, get harm quick You pull the alarm switch, I'll stab you in your armpit Now who the nitwit wanna come get with This egotistic, hip-hop fundal mentalisitic Don't risk it, you'll get your shit split Now keep your distance, and keep existence I'm the persistent when it comes to bench shit I smoked a blunt with my judge before my sentence I'm relentless to deny you're senseless Yo bitch, pay my bill that's where the hell your rent went Fuck that! |
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from Eminem - The Eminem Show (2002)
you bout to witness hip hop
in its most purest more rawest formflow almost flawless most haredest most honest known artist chip off the old block good but old doc is back looks like batman brought his own robin oh god sadam's got his own laden wit his own private plane his own pilot set to blow college dorm rooms doors off the hinges oranges peach pears plums syringes yeah here i come i'm inches away from you dear fear none hip hop is in a stat of nine one one so 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 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 quick gotta move fast gotta perform miracles gee willikers drey 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 cooks and cleans it just means so much more to so much more poeple when you're rappin' and you know what for the show must go on so i'd like to welcome y'all to maeshall and andre's carnival c'mon now 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 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 its just like old times the dynamic duo two old friends why panic you already 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 you never even see me blink or get to bustin' a sweat people steppin' over people just to rush to the set just to get to see an mc who breathes so freely ease over these beats and be so breezy jesus how can shit be so easy how can won chandra be so levy turn on these beats mc's don't see me belive me b e t and m tv 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 mountain nothin' but clowns down here but we ain't fuckin around round here yo dre what up can i get a hell 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 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 so there you have it folks has come to save the day back with his friend andre and to remind you that bullshit does not play because and andre are here to stay and never go away until ovre dying day until we're old and grey so until next time friends same blande hair same rap channel good night everyone thank you for coming your host for the evening |
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from Westwood (2003)
Intro:
Dr Dre: Marshall, sounds like an S. O. S. Eminem: Holy wack unlyrical lyrics Andre, you're f***ing right! Dr Dre: To the rap mobile, let's go! Lady: Marshall! Marshall! Eminem: bi***es and Gentleman! It's showtime! Hurry, hurry step right up! Introducing the star of our show, his name is... Lady: Marshall! Eminem: You wouldn't wanna be anywhere else in the world right now So without futher adieu, I bring to you... Lady: Marshall! Verse N1: Your bout to witness hip hop in its Most pourest, most rawest form, flow almost flawless Most hardest, most honest, known artist Chip off the old block but old 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 room doors off the hinges Oranges, peach, pairs, plums, oranges VRRM VRRM Yeah, here I come My inches away from you, here fear none Hip hop is in a state of 911, so Chorus 2x: 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 sh** down On these clowns, can i get a witness? Dr Dre: Hell Yeah Verse N2: Dre gotta move fast, gotta perform mirracles Gee willycores Dre, holly bat syllables Look at all the bullsh** 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 used to it Flows too wet, nobody close to it Nobody says it was till everyone knows the sh** The most hated on outta all those who say it hate it On an eighties songs and Exagerate it all So much They make it all up There's no such thing Like a female with good looks who cooks and cleans It just means so much more to so much more People when you rapping and you know what for The show must go on, so I'd like to welcome ya'll To Marshall and Andre's carnival C'mon, now! Chorus 2x: Verse N3: It's just like old times, the dynamic duo Two old friends, why panic? You allready know whos capable, the two caped heroes Dial straight down the center 8 0 0 You can even call collect, the most feared duet Since me and Elton, play career russian roulett And never even seen me blinging get me busting a sweat People stepping over people just to rush to the set Just to get to see a MC who breathes so freely Ease over these beats, and be so breezy Jesus, how can sh** be so easy How can one Sandra be so leavy Turn on these beats MC's dont see me Believe me, BET and MTV Are gonna agree when we leave, dawg fo sheezy Can't leave rap alone the game needs me 'Til we broke kids, get weird and disappear into the mountains Nothing but clowns down here But we, ain't f***ing around round here Yo Dre! Dr Dre: Whuddup? Eminem: Can I get a hell yeah? Dr Dre: Hell Yeah Chorus 2x: Outro: Eminem: So there you have it folks Lady: Marshall! Eminem: Has come to save the day Back with his friend Andre And to remind you that bullsh** does not pay Because Lady: Marshall! Eminem: And Andre are here to stay and never go away Until our dying day, until we're old and grey Lady: Marshall! Eminem: So until next times friends Same blonde hair, same rap channel Goodnight everyone, thank you for coming Your host for the evening Lady: Marshall! Eminem: Oh, hah |
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from Eminem - Ass Like That [single] (2005)
Intro:
Dr Dre: Marshall, sounds like an S. O. S. Eminem: Holy wack unlyrical lyrics Andre, you're f***ing right! Dr Dre: To the rap mobile, let's go! Lady: Marshall! Marshall! Eminem: bi***es and Gentleman! It's showtime! Hurry, hurry step right up! Introducing the star of our show, his name is... Lady: Marshall! Eminem: You wouldn't wanna be anywhere else in the world right now So without futher adieu, I bring to you... Lady: Marshall! Verse N1: Your bout to witness hip hop in its Most pourest, most rawest form, flow almost flawless Most hardest, most honest, known artist Chip off the old block but old 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 room doors off the hinges Oranges, peach, pairs, plums, oranges VRRM VRRM Yeah, here I come My inches away from you, here fear none Hip hop is in a state of 911, so Chorus 2x: 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 sh** down On these clowns, can i get a witness? Dr Dre: Hell Yeah Verse N2: Dre gotta move fast, gotta perform mirracles Gee willycores Dre, holly bat syllables Look at all the bullsh** 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 used to it Flows too wet, nobody close to it Nobody says it was till everyone knows the sh** The most hated on outta all those who say it hate it On an eighties songs and Exagerate it all So much They make it all up There's no such thing Like a female with good looks who cooks and cleans It just means so much more to so much more People when you rapping and you know what for The show must go on, so I'd like to welcome ya'll To Marshall and Andre's carnival C'mon, now! Chorus 2x: Verse N3: It's just like old times, the dynamic duo Two old friends, why panic? You allready know whos capable, the two caped heroes Dial straight down the center 8 0 0 You can even call collect, the most feared duet Since me and Elton, play career russian roulett And never even seen me blinging get me busting a sweat People stepping over people just to rush to the set Just to get to see a MC who breathes so freely Ease over these beats, and be so breezy Jesus, how can sh** be so easy How can one Sandra be so leavy Turn on these beats MC's dont see me Believe me, BET and MTV Are gonna agree when we leave, dawg fo sheezy Can't leave rap alone the game needs me 'Til we broke kids, get weird and disappear into the mountains Nothing but clowns down here But we, ain't f***ing around round here Yo Dre! Dr Dre: Whuddup? Eminem: Can I get a hell yeah? Dr Dre: Hell Yeah Chorus 2x: Outro: Eminem: So there you have it folks Lady: Marshall! Eminem: Has come to save the day Back with his friend Andre And to remind you that bullsh** does not pay Because Lady: Marshall! Eminem: And Andre are here to stay and never go away Until our dying day, until we're old and grey Lady: Marshall! Eminem: So until next times friends Same blonde hair, same rap channel Goodnight everyone, thank you for coming Your host for the evening Lady: Marshall! Eminem: Oh, hah |
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from Eminem - When I'M Gone [single] (2005)
Intro:
Dr Dre: Marshall, sounds like an S. O. S. Eminem: Holy wack unlyrical lyrics Andre, you're f***ing right! Dr Dre: To the rap mobile, let's go! Lady: Marshall! Marshall! Eminem: bi***es and Gentleman! It's showtime! Hurry, hurry step right up! Introducing the star of our show, his name is... Lady: Marshall! Eminem: You wouldn't wanna be anywhere else in the world right now So without futher adieu, I bring to you... Lady: Marshall! Verse N1: Your bout to witness hip hop in its Most pourest, most rawest form, flow almost flawless Most hardest, most honest, known artist Chip off the old block but old 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 room doors off the hinges Oranges, peach, pairs, plums, oranges VRRM VRRM Yeah, here I come My inches away from you, here fear none Hip hop is in a state of 911, so Chorus 2x: 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 sh** down On these clowns, can i get a witness? Dr Dre: Hell Yeah Verse N2: Dre gotta move fast, gotta perform mirracles Gee willycores Dre, holly bat syllables Look at all the bullsh** 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 used to it Flows too wet, nobody close to it Nobody says it was till everyone knows the sh** The most hated on outta all those who say it hate it On an eighties songs and Exagerate it all So much They make it all up There's no such thing Like a female with good looks who cooks and cleans It just means so much more to so much more People when you rapping and you know what for The show must go on, so I'd like to welcome ya'll To Marshall and Andre's carnival C'mon, now! Chorus 2x: Verse N3: It's just like old times, the dynamic duo Two old friends, why panic? You allready know whos capable, the two caped heroes Dial straight down the center 8 0 0 You can even call collect, the most feared duet Since me and Elton, play career russian roulett And never even seen me blinging get me busting a sweat People stepping over people just to rush to the set Just to get to see a MC who breathes so freely Ease over these beats, and be so breezy Jesus, how can sh** be so easy How can one Sandra be so leavy Turn on these beats MC's dont see me Believe me, BET and MTV Are gonna agree when we leave, dawg fo sheezy Can't leave rap alone the game needs me 'Til we broke kids, get weird and disappear into the mountains Nothing but clowns down here But we, ain't f***ing around round here Yo Dre! Dr Dre: Whuddup? Eminem: Can I get a hell yeah? Dr Dre: Hell Yeah Chorus 2x: Outro: Eminem: So there you have it folks Lady: Marshall! Eminem: Has come to save the day Back with his friend Andre And to remind you that bullsh** does not pay Because Lady: Marshall! Eminem: And Andre are here to stay and never go away Until our dying day, until we're old and grey Lady: Marshall! Eminem: So until next times friends Same blonde hair, same rap channel Goodnight everyone, thank you for coming Your host for the evening Lady: Marshall! Eminem: Oh, hah |
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from Eminem - The Anger Management Tour [video, live] (2008)
Intro:
Dr Dre: Marshall, sounds like an S. O. S. Eminem: Holy wack unlyrical lyrics Andre, you're f***ing right! Dr Dre: To the rap mobile, let's go! Lady: Marshall! Marshall! Eminem: bi***es and Gentleman! It's showtime! Hurry, hurry step right up! Introducing the star of our show, his name is... Lady: Marshall! Eminem: You wouldn't wanna be anywhere else in the world right now So without futher adieu, I bring to you... Lady: Marshall! Verse N1: Your bout to witness hip hop in its Most pourest, most rawest form, flow almost flawless Most hardest, most honest, known artist Chip off the old block but old 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 room doors off the hinges Oranges, peach, pairs, plums, oranges VRRM VRRM Yeah, here I come My inches away from you, here fear none Hip hop is in a state of 911, so Chorus 2x: 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 sh** down On these clowns, can i get a witness? Dr Dre: Hell Yeah Verse N2: Dre gotta move fast, gotta perform mirracles Gee willycores Dre, holly bat syllables Look at all the bullsh** 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 used to it Flows too wet, nobody close to it Nobody says it was till everyone knows the sh** The most hated on outta all those who say it hate it On an eighties songs and Exagerate it all So much They make it all up There's no such thing Like a female with good looks who cooks and cleans It just means so much more to so much more People when you rapping and you know what for The show must go on, so I'd like to welcome ya'll To Marshall and Andre's carnival C'mon, now! Chorus 2x: Verse N3: It's just like old times, the dynamic duo Two old friends, why panic? You allready know whos capable, the two caped heroes Dial straight down the center 8 0 0 You can even call collect, the most feared duet Since me and Elton, play career russian roulett And never even seen me blinging get me busting a sweat People stepping over people just to rush to the set Just to get to see a MC who breathes so freely Ease over these beats, and be so breezy Jesus, how can sh** be so easy How can one Sandra be so leavy Turn on these beats MC's dont see me Believe me, BET and MTV Are gonna agree when we leave, dawg fo sheezy Can't leave rap alone the game needs me 'Til we broke kids, get weird and disappear into the mountains Nothing but clowns down here But we, ain't f***ing around round here Yo Dre! Dr Dre: Whuddup? Eminem: Can I get a hell yeah? Dr Dre: Hell Yeah Chorus 2x: Outro: Eminem: So there you have it folks Lady: Marshall! Eminem: Has come to save the day Back with his friend Andre And to remind you that bullsh** does not pay Because Lady: Marshall! Eminem: And Andre are here to stay and never go away Until our dying day, until we're old and grey Lady: Marshall! Eminem: So until next times friends Same blonde hair, same rap channel Goodnight everyone, thank you for coming Your host for the evening Lady: Marshall! Eminem: Oh, hah |
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from Dj Kayslay - The Streetsweeper Vol.2 (2004)
Yeah, we straight from the census bureau Haha, Runyan Ave We lookin for yo' momma D-12 - where yo' momma at? Miko where yo' momma at? Young Zee, hey Dame - where yo' momma at? I wanna fuck that bitch, her stankin ass Hey Em where yo' momma at? (Ohhhh-ohhhhh) Yo.. [Kon Artis] You know me, Denaun the same ol' nigga I spray paint your car up like Rain-O nigga See me and you are sorta like the same I guess We both rock mics but yours is into our chest You can't do nuttin to me, Runyan Ave's unruly And truly this ain't a movie, you get slapped with the tooly So pass the slimmy and the Hennessy, I got the energy to steal every car in this vicinity, you feelin me? Take it back to when Das EFX was sayin niggity-wiggity-wild Piggity-pow, nigga be out You don't really want war, I'm chillin at your door This uzi will have you bloody windmill-ing on the floor I can't be a punk, my daddy wasn't none I lose a fight after school and I came home and got one You reap what you sew, that shit you oughta know I keep it on the flo' under the seat I ain't a hoe! [Chorus: Kuniva] (Kon Artis) You know it's been a while but we feelin it now (The rough sound muh'fucker, niggaz killin it now) Goddamn! You don't want no problems B (Get your name in the obituary column sheet) It's that same ol' shit, niggaz back again (Yo yo, you fallin off, goin back to smokin crack again) Hit the weed (guzzle your Corona) pass the Gin (Better duck cause they back bustin gats again) [Swifty] A basket case indeed; stronger than a can of mace Slap you in the face while you patty-cakin witcha seed I'll be makin all these nig |
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from Eminem - The Eminem Show (2002)
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 motherfuckin 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 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 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 fuckin' 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 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 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 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 prescription 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 fuckin 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 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 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 |
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from Eminem - Cleanin' Out My Closet [ep] (2002)
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 motherf**kin' 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 fuckin' 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 for you think this record is dissin', but put yourself in my position, just try to envision witnessin' your Mama poppin' prescription 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 fuckin' 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 |
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from Eminem - Cleanin' Out My Closet [ep] (2002)
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 motherf**kin' 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 fuckin' 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 for you think this record is dissin', but put yourself in my position, just try to envision witnessin' your Mama poppin' prescription 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 fuckin' 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 |
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from Eminem - The Anger Management Tour [video, live] (2008)
Intro]
Where's my snare? I have no snare in my headphones - there you go Yeah.. yo, yo [Verse 1] Have you ever been hated or discriminated against? 누군가 당신을 미워하거나, 차별한 적 있어? I have, I've been protested and demonstrated against. 난 있어, 그들은 내게 항의하고 시위해 왔어. Picket signs for my wicked rhymes. 피켓에 내 가사가 사악하다고 써 가지고 말이야. Look at the times. 그 때를 상기해 봐. Sick is the mind of the motha fuckin' kid that's behind all this commotion. 금단 현상은 이 소동 이면에 있는 아이의 정신 상태야. Emotions run deep as ocean's explodin'. 감정은 깊어져, 바다처럼 폭발해. Tempers flaring from parents, just blow 'em off and keep goin'. 부모들의 마음 속에 불 붙는 분노는 폭발하고, 분노는 계속 돼. Not takin' nothin' from no one, give 'em hell long as I'm breathin'. 숨 쉬는 동안, 난 아무것도 빼앗지 않고 그들에게 지옥을 선사해. Keep kickin' ass in the mornin,' an' takin' names in the evening. 아침에는 엉덩일 걷어차 주고, 저녁에는 그들 이름에 똥칠해 주지. Leav'em with a taste as sour as vinegar in they mouth. 입 안이 시큼해지도록, See, they can trigger me but they never figure me out. 내게 방아쇠를 당길 수 있어도, 날 이해하진 않아. Look at me now, I bet ya probably sick of me now. 지금의 날 봐봐, 이제 너희들은 나에게 싫증나 있겠지. Ain't you mama, I'ma make you look so ridiculous now. 그렇지 않아 엄마, 엄만 우스꽝스럽게 보일 거야. [Chorus] I'm sorry, Mama. 미안해요, 엄마. I never meant to hurt you. 상처 주려고 한 것이 아니에요. I never meant to make you cry, but tonight I'm cleanin' out my closet.. 울게 하려고 한 것이 아니에요, 하지만 오늘밤 비밀을 털어놔요.. [Verse 2] I got some skeletons in my closet and I don't know if no one knows it. 내 옷장에는 해골 몇 구가 있어, 그걸 아는 지 모르겠지만. So before they thrown me inside my coffin and close it, I'ma expose it. 그래서 그들이 날 관에 던져 관문을 닫기 전에, 폭로할 게 있어. I'll take you back to 73 before I ever had a multi-platinum sellin' CD. 멀티-플래티넘을 기록한 앨범을 내기 전인 73년도로 거슬려 올라가 볼까. I was a baby, maybe I was just a couple of months. 난 아기였어, 아마 태어난지 몇 개월 되었을 때야. My faggot father must have had his panties up in a bunch, cuz he split. 내 호모같은 아빤 자위했었음에 틀림없어.(순화하여 표현함) I wonder if he even kissed me goodbye. 내게 작별키스라고 하고 떠났는 지 궁금해. No, I don't on second thought, I just fuckin' wished he would die. 아니, 다시 생각해 볼 필요없어, 그 인간이 죽어 버렸으면 좋겠어. I look at Hailie and I couldn't picture leavin' her side. 내 딸을 쳐다보고 있어, 딸 옆에서 그런 짓 하는 것 상상할 수 조차 없어. 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. 차라리 전처 KIM을 미워했더라면, 이를 악물고 내 딸을 위해 그녀와 잘 해 보려고 노력했 을 거야. I maybe made some mistakes but I'm only human. 아마도 실수를 저질렀어, 난 인간일 뿐이야. But I'm man enough to face them today. 하지만, 지금의 성공을 얻을 자격은 충분해. What I did was stupid, no doubt it was dumb, but the smartest shit I did was take them bullets out of that gun. 내 행동은 어리석었어, 의심할 것 없이 바보같은 짓이었어, 그래도 가장 잘한 건 총에서 탄창을 빼냈다는 거야. Cuz id'a killed 'em, shit I would have shot Kim an' him both. 죽이려고 했다면, KIM과 그 자식 두 년, 놈을 쐈을 거야. It's my life, I'd like to welcome y'all to The Eminem Show. 그게 내 인생이야, Eminem Show에 온 여러분 모두를 환영해. [Chorus] I'm sorry, Mama. 미안해요, 엄마. I never meant to hurt you. 상처 주려고 한 것이 아니에요. I never meant to make you cry, but tonight I'm cleanin' out my closet.. 울게 하려고 한 것이 아니에요, 하지만 오늘밤 비밀을 털어놔요.. [Verse 3] Now I would never dis my own mama just to get recognition. 이제 인정받으려고 엄말 욕하지 않을 거야. Take a second to listen for you think this record is dissin', 내 얘길 잠깐만 들어봐, 이게 diss 앨범이라고 생각하니까, But put yourself in my position. 하지만 내 입장에서 생각해 봐. Just try to envision witnessin' your Mama poppin' prescription pills in the kitchen, bitchin' that someone's always goin' throuh her purse and shits missin.' 너의 엄마가 부엌에서 마약하고 있는 걸 목격했다고 상상해 봐, 누군가가 자기 지갑을 뒤 져서 물건을 잃어버렸다고 불평하면서 말이야. Going through public housing systems, victim of Munchausen's syndrome. 엄만 물건이 꼭 그 자리에 있어야 하고, 모든 일 허풍떠는 증상에 시달리고 있어. My whole life I was made to believe I was sick when I wasn't 'til I grew up, now I blew up. 성장기 동안, 엄만 날 아프지 않을 때도 아프다고 믿게끔 만들었어. 이제 까발렸다. It makes you sick to ya stomach, doesn't it? 그게 엄마 배 아프게 했어, 그렀지? Wasn't it the reason you made that CD for me, Ma? 그게 CD를 낸 이유야, 엄마? So you could try to justify the way you treated me, Ma? 그래서 내게 했던 행동들을 정당화하려고 했어, 엄마? But guess what, yer gettin' older now and it's cold when your lonely. 하지만 넌 이제 늙었어, 외로울 때 춥겠지. An' Nathan's getting' up so quick, he's gonna know that you are phoney. (내 이복 동생) Nathan은 빨리 자라고 있어, 걔도 니가 사기꾼이라는 걸 알게 될 거야 And Hailie's getting' so big now, you should see her, she's beautiful. 내 딸도 많이 컸어, 걜 봐야 해, 얼마나 사랑스럽다구. But you'll never see her, she won't even be at your funeral. 하지만 넌 그 앨 만나지 못 할 거야, 니 장례식에도 가지 않을 걸. See what hurts me the most is you won't admit you was wrong. 내게 가장 큰 상처가 된 것은, 니가 틀리다는 걸 인정하지 않은 거야. Bitch, do ya song. 망할 년, 노랠 불러. Keep tellin' yourself that you was a mom. '난 엄마였어'라고 끊임없이 자신에게 말하고 있지. But how dare you try to take what you didn't help me to get. 하지만 날 도와주지 않았으면서 내가 가진 걸 어떻게 빼았으려고 할 수 있어. You selfish bitch, I hope you fuckin' burn in hell for this shit. 너무 이기적이야 쌍년, 니가 지옥의 불구덩이 속에서 불타버렸으면 하는 소망이 있어. Remember when Ronnie died and you said you wished it was me? (삼촌) Ronnie가 죽었을 때를 기억해 봐, 내가 죽었어야 했다고 말했잖아. Well, guess what, I am dead. 나 죽어. Dead to you as can be. 누구나 그렇듯 너도 죽어. [Chorus] I'm sorry, Mama. 미안해요, 엄마. I never meant to hurt you. 상처 주려고 한 것이 아니에요. I never meant to make you cry, but tonight I'm cleanin' out my closet.. 울게 하려고 한 것이 아니에요, 하지만 오늘밤 비밀을 털어놔요.. |
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from D-12 - D12 World (2004)
Yo, testing.
This thing back on again. Alright, perfect, God damn good. Yo, this is Rondell Beene, I'm back on the motherfuckin' scene, and I'm upset as a motherfucker. I mean first I didn't get paid for the D12 shit. You heard me rippin' on there, they just edited my verse out. Then I was on Obie's shit, I was in Obie's video, and that Obie go ahead and I didn't get paid for that shit. And now they got this bald head weed smokin' mother fucker, and his name is. . . [Young Zee] Young Zee, keep movin' for the macs. Be cubin'. Hmm? I'll make you sing like big Ruben. Man, in the hood, I'm the American Idol. First I fight you, and then run up on your stairs with a rifle. Bang. Tech claims make you wipe out like X-Games Next sprain's in your motherfuckin' leg bang? Tryin' to shoot me like they tryin' to shoot 50. Either you gon' die or need a new kidney. Till I drop, I'm a sell to your friends. Till I get some of that tin, in the federal pin. I spit better than them. niggas wanna fight me, better go get in the gym or the metal'll spin. Since smokes' in 'Nam, doin' drugs than Eminem moms. Ten times, Dirty Dozen. All x times. Bash your ride, crash when you drive, flip your dumbass out the passenger side. Uhh (Car crash) |
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from D-12 - D-12 World [Explicit Version] (2006)
Yo, testing.
This thing back on again. Alright, perfect, God damn good. Yo, this is Rondell Beene, I'm back on the motherfuckin' scene, and I'm upset as a motherfucker. I mean first I didn't get paid for the D12 shit. You heard me rippin' on there, they just edited my verse out. Then I was on Obie's shit, I was in Obie's video, and that Obie go ahead and I didn't get paid for that shit. And now they got this bald head weed smokin' mother fucker, and his name is. . . [Young Zee] Young Zee, keep movin' for the macs. Be cubin'. Hmm? I'll make you sing like big Ruben. Man, in the hood, I'm the American Idol. First I fight you, and then run up on your stairs with a rifle. Bang. Tech claims make you wipe out like X-Games Next sprain's in your motherfuckin' leg bang? Tryin' to shoot me like they tryin' to shoot 50. Either you gon' die or need a new kidney. Till I drop, I'm a sell to your friends. Till I get some of that tin, in the federal pin. I spit better than them. niggas wanna fight me, better go get in the gym or the metal'll spin. Since smokes' in 'Nam, doin' drugs than Eminem moms. Ten times, Dirty Dozen. All x times. Bash your ride, crash when you drive, flip your dumbass out the passenger side. Uhh (Car crash) |
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from Eminem - Crack a Bottle [single] (2009)
<i><b>Eminem</b></i>
Oh! Ladies and gentlemen The moment you've all been waiting for... In this corner: weighing 175 pounds, With a record of... 17 rapes, 400 assaults, and 4 murders, The undisputed, most diabolical villain in the world: Slim Shady! So crack a bottle, let your body waddle Don't act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto Uh-oh, uh-oh, bitches hoppin' in my Tahoe Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got clothes Now where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers? I noticed there's so many of them and there's really not that many of us And ladies love us, my posse's kicking up dust It's on till the break of dawn and we're starting this party from dusk Ok! Let's go! Back with Andre the Giant, Mr. Elephant Tusk Fix your musk, you'll be just another one bit the dust Just one of my mother's sons who got thrown under the bus Kiss my butt, lick frumunda cheese from under my nuts It disgusts me to see the game the way that it looks It's a must, I redeem my name and haters get mushed Bitches lust, man they love me when I lay in the cut Fist the cup, the lady give her eighty some paper cut Now picture us, it's ridiculous, you curse at the thought 'Cause when I spit the verse the shit gets worse than Worcestershire sauce If I could fit the words as picture perfect, works every time Every verse, every line, as simple as nursery rhymes It's elementary, the elephants have entered the room I venture to say with the center of attention, "It's true" Not to mention back with a vengeance so here's the signal Of the bat symbol, the platinum trio's back on you hoes So crack a bottle, let your body waddle Don't act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto Uh-oh, uh-oh, bitches hoppin' in my Tahoe Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got clothes Now where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers? I noticed there's so many of them and there's really not that many of us And ladies love us, my posse's kicking up dust It's on till the break of dawn and we're starting this party from dusk Ladies and gentlemen... Dr. Dre! <i><b>Dr. Dre</b></i> They see that low rider go by, they like, "Oh, my!" You ain't got to tell me why you're sick 'cause I know why I dip through in that six tre like, "Sick 'em, Dre" I'm an itch that they cant scratch, they're sick of me But hey, what else can I say? I love L.A. 'Cause over and above all, it's just another day And this one begins where the last one ends Pick up where we left off and get smashed again I'll be damned, just fucked around and crashed my Benz Driving 'round with a smashed front end, let's cash that one in Grab another one from out the stable The Monte Carlo, El Camino or the El Dorado The hell if I know, do I want leather seats or vinyl? Decisions, decisions, garage looks like precision collision Or maico, beats quake like Waco Just keep the bass low speakers away from your face though <i><b>Eminem</b></i> So crack a bottle, let your body waddle Don't act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto Uh-oh, uh-oh, bitches hoppin' in my Tahoe Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got clothes Now where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers? I noticed there's so many of them and there's really not that many of us And ladies love us, my posse's kicking up dust It's on till the break of dawn and we're starting this party from dusk And I take great pleasure in introducing... 50 Cent! <i><b>50 Cent</b></i> It's bottle after bottle The money ain't a thang when you party with me It's what we into, it's simple We ball out of control like you wouldn't believe I'm the napalm, the bomb, the don, I'm King Kong Get rolled on, wrapped up and reigned on I'm so calm, through Vietnam, ring the alarm Bring the Chandon, burn marajaun do what you want Nigga on and on till the break of what? Get the paper man I'm caking you know I don't give a fuck I spend it like it don't mean nothing Blow it like it's supposed to be blown, Motherfucker, I'm grown I stunt, I style, I flash the shit I gets what the fuck I want, so what? I trick Fat ass, burgundy bags, classy shit Jimmy Choo shoes, I say, "Move a-bitch, move" <i><b>Eminem</b></i> So crack a bottle, let your body waddle Don't act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto Uh-oh, uh-oh, bitches hoppin' in my Tahoe Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got clothes Now where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers? I noticed there's so many of them and there's really not that many of us And ladies love us, my posse's kicking up dust It's on till the break of dawn and we're starting this party from dusk |
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from Eminem - Encore (2004)
[Intro]
Tell myself that I was doing alright Theres nothing left to do tonight I go crazy on you, crazy on you, Let me go crazy, crazy on you, whoooo [Verse 1] Can't you see what you do to me baby? You make me crazy, you make me act like a maniac. Im like a lunatic, you make me sick You're truly the only one who can do this to me You just make me get so crazy. I go schizo, I get so insane I just go skitzophrenic One minute I want to slit your throat The next I want sex. You make me crazy, the way we act like 2 maniacs in the sack We fuck like 2 jackrabbits And maybe thats a bad habit. Cuz the next day we’re right back at it In the same exact pattern What the fuck is the matter with us We cant figure out if it’s lust Or its love is what’s attracting us to each other They say that every man grows up to marry his own mother. Which would explain why you’re such a motherfucking bitch But I stay and still stick it out with you even though I just hit you today But you deserve it you hit me first and provoked me to choke you Just cuz I came home late last night crawled in bed and I woke you. But if theres one thing about you that I admire it's, baby, Because you stay with me, maybe, cuz youre as crazy as I am Cuz when I look at you I can see an angel in your eyes But if I look deeper inside I see your freakish little side. Like a devil in disguise, Youre always full of surprises Always pullin devices Out your purse little vibrators and dildos You fuck yourself so much You barely feel those anymore Youre only 24 but youre plenty more mature Than those other little hoes Who just act like little girls Like theyre in middle school still Youre crazy sexy cool, chillin You play your position You never step out of line Even though I stay in your business Youve always kept out of mine. I wonder what's on your mind Sometimes they say love is blind Maybe thats why the first time I dotted your eye You aint see the sign [with Chorus] Or maybe you did, maybe you like being shoved Maybe cuz were crazy in loooove [Chorus] I go crazy on you crazy on you, lemme go crazy, crazy on you, whoooo [Verse 2] You are the ink to my paper What my pen is to my pad The moral, the very fiber The whole substance to my rap. You are my reason for being The meaning of my existance If it wasnt for you I would never be able to spit this As intense as I do and the irony Is you rely on me as much as I rely on you to inspire me like you do. You provide me the lighter-fluid the fuel my fire Youre my entire supply Gas, the match, the igniter. The only way that I am able to stay so stable Is you’re the legs to my table If you were to break Id fall on my face. But I am always going to make you feel I dont need you as much as I really need you So you dont use it to your advantage. But you are essential to me You are the air I breathe I believe if you ever leave me Id probably have no reason to be. You are the Kim to my Marshall You are the Slim to my Shady The Dre to my Eminem The Alaina to my Haillie. You are the word that I am looking for when I am trying to describe how I feel inside And the right one just wont come to my mind. You are like the pillar that props me up The beam that supports me The bitch who never took half, The wife who never divorced me. You are like the root to my evil You let my devil come out me You let me beat the shit out you Before you beat the shit out me. [with Chorus] And no matter how much Too much is never enough Maybe cuz were crazy in loooove [Chorus] I go crazy on you Crazy on you, lemme go crazy, crazy on you, whoooo |
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from Eminem - The Marshall Mathers Lp (2000)
[Eminem]
A lot of people ask me.. stupid fuckin questions A lot of people think that.. what I say on records or what I talk about on a record, that I actually do in real life or that I believe in it Or if I say that, I wanna kill somebody, that.. I'm actually gonna do it or that I believe in it Well, shit.. if you believe that then I'll kill you You know why? Cuz I'm a CRIMINAL CRIMINAL You god damn right I'm a CRIMINAL Yeah, I'm a CRIMINAL [Eminem] My words are like a dagger with a jagged edge That'll stab you in the head whether you're a fag or lez Or the homosex, hermaph or a trans-a-vest Pants or dress - hate fags? The answer's "yes" Homophobic? Nah, you're just heterophobic Starin at my jeans, watchin my genitals bulgin (Ooh!) That's my motherfuckin balls, you'd better let go of em They belong in my scrotum, you'll never get hold of em Hey, it's me, Versace Whoops, somebody shot me! And I was just checkin the mail Get it? Checkin the 'male'? How many records you expectin to sell after your second LP sends you directly to jail? C'mon!-- Relax guy, I like gay men Right, Ken? Give me an amen (AAA-men!) Please Lord, this boy needs Jesus Heal this child, help us destroy these demons Oh, and please send me a brand new car And a prostitute while my wife's sick in the hospital Preacher preacher, fifth grade teacher You can't reach me, my mom can't neither You can't teach me a goddamn thing cause I watch TV, and Comcast cable and you ain't able to stop these thoughts You can't stop me from toppin these charts And you can't stop me from droppin each March with a brand new cd for these fuckin retards Duhhh, and to think, it's just little ol' me Mr. "Don't Give A Fuck," still won't leave Chorus: Eminem (repeat 2X) I'm a CRIMINAL Cuz every time I write a rhyme, these people think it's a crime to tell em what's on my mind - I guess I'm a CRIMINAL but I don't gotta say a word, I just flip em the bird and keep goin, I don't take shit from no one [Eminem] My mother did drugs - tar, liquor, cigarettes, and speed The baby came out - disfigured, ligaments indeed It was a seed who would grow up just as crazy as she Don't dare make fun of that baby cause that baby was me I'm a CRIMINAL - an animal caged who turned crazed But how the fuck you sposed to grow up when you weren't raised? So as I got older and I got a lot taller My dick shrunk smaller, but my balls got larger I drink malt liquor to fuck you up quicker than you'd wanna fuck me up for sayin the word ... My morals went thhbbpp when the president got oral Sex in his Oval Office on top of his desk Off of his own employee Now don't ignore me, you won't avoid me You can't miss me, I'm white, blonde-haired and my nose is pointy I'm the bad guy who makes fun of people that die in plane crashes and laughs As long as it ain't happened to him Slim Shady, I'm as crazy as Em -inem and Kim combined - *kch* the maniac's in Replacin the doctor cause Dre couldn't make it today He's a little under the weather, so I'm takin his place (Mm-mm-mmm!) Oh, that's Dre with an AK to his face Don't make me kill him too and spray his brains all over the place I told you Dre, you should've kept that thang put away I guess that'll teach you not to let me play with it, eh? I'm a CRIMINAL [Interlude Skit] Aight look (uh huh) just go up in that motherfucker get the motherfuckin money and get the fuck up outta there [Em] Aight I'll be right here waitin on you [Em] Aight Yo Em [Em] What?! Don't kill nobody this time [Em] Awwright... god damn, fuck... (whistling) how you doin'? [Teller] HI, how can I help you? [Eminem] Yeah I need to make a withdrawl [Teller] Okay [Eminem] Put the fuckin money in the bag bitch and I won't kill you! [Teller] What? Oh my god, don't kill me [Eminem] I'm not gonna kill you bitch, quit lookin around... [Teller] Don't kill me, please don't kill me... [Eminem] I said I'm not gonna fuckin kill you Hurry the fuck up! {*BOOM*} Thank you! [Eminem] Windows tinted on my ride when I drive in it So when I rob a bank, run out and just dive in it So I'll be disguised in it And if anybody identifies the guy in it I'll hide for five minutes Come back, shoot the eyewitness Fire at the private eye hired to pry in my business Die, bitches, bastards, brats, pets This puppy's lucky I didn't blast his ass yet {*dog whines*} If I ever gave a fuck, I'd shave my nuts tuck my dick inbetween my legs and cluck You motherfuckin chickens ain't brave enough to say the stuff I say, so just tape it shut {*tape unrolls*} Shit, half the shit I say, I just make it up To make you mad so kiss my white naked ass And if it's not a rapper that I make it as I'ma be a fuckin rapist in a Jason mask (Chorus 2X) |
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from Eminem - The Slim Shady Lp (1999)
[Dina] Hmm-hmm-hmhmhmmhm.. ahhh, whooooo!! Shit [Em] Yo, mic check Testing one, two, um... twelve (whattup whattup whattup.. Outsidaz) [Em] This is my dance song (Outsidaz) Can you hear me? (Rah Digga, Pacewon, Young Zee) [Em] Aight, ay turn my headphones up (bust it bust it) [Eminem] My favoite color is red, like the blood shed from Kurt Cobain's head, when he shot himself dead Women all grabbin at my shishkabob Bought Lauryn Hill's tape so her kids could starve (I can't stand white people!) You thought I was ill and now I'm even more so Shit I got full blown AIDS and a sore throat I got a wardrobe with an orange robe {*wolf whistle*} I'm in the fourth row, signin autographs at your show (Yo can you sign this right here?) I just remembered that I'm absent minded Wait, I mean I've lost my mind, I can't find it I'm freestylin every verse that I spit cause I don't even remember the words to my shit (umm, one two) I told the doc I need a change in sickness and gave a girl herpes in exchange for syphilis Put my LP on your Christmas gift list You wanna get high, here bitch just sniff this [Chorus 8X: Eminem] + (Dina Rae) Cum on everybody (get down tonight) [Eminem] Yo.. yo yo yo yo I tried suicide once and I'll try it again That's why I write songs where I die at the end Cause I don't give a fuck, like my middle finger was stuck and I was wavin it at everybody screamin, "I suck" (I SUCK!!!) I go on stage in front of a sellout crowd and yell out loud, "All y'all get the hell out now" Fuck rap, I'm givin it up y'all, I'm sorry (But Eminem this is your record release party!) I'm bored out of my gourd -- so I took a hammer and nailed my foot to the floorboard of my Ford Guess I'm just a sick sick bastard who's one sandwich short of a picnic basket (I ain't got it all) One Excederin tablet short of a full medicine cabinet I feel like my head has been shredded like lettuce and cabbage (ohhhhhhh) And if you ever see a video for this shit I'll probably be dressed up like a mummy with my wrists slit [Chorus 8X: Eminem] + (Dina Rae) Cum on everybody (get down tonight) [Eminem] Got bitches on my jock out in East Detroit Cause they think that I'm a motherfuckin Beastie Boy {*wolf whistle*} So I told em I was Mike D They was like, "Gee I don't know, he might be!" I told em, "Meet me at Kid Rock's next concert I'll be standin by the Loch Ness Monster (okay) peace out (bye!!)" Then I jetted to the weed house Smoked out til I started bustin freestyles Broke out then I dipped quick back to the crib, put on lipstick Crushed up the Tylenol and ate it with a dipstick (*slurping*} Made a couple of crank calls collect [*brrrrrrring, click*] "Ken Kaniff from Connecticut, can you accept?" I wanna make songs all the fellas dub And murder every rich rapper that I'm jealous of So just remember when I bomb your set Yo, I only cuss to make your mom upset [Chorus 20X: Eminem] + (Dina Rae) Cum on everybody (get down tonight) |
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from Eminem - The Eminem Show (2002)
Is this thing on? Where'd everybody go? Guess who's back? Back again. Ken is back, tell somemen Rub my back, Rub my back, Rub my back, Rub my back. Eh.Wait..Hello? Eh..Goodnight |
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from Eminem - The Eminem Show (2002)
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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from Eminem - Encore (2004)
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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from D-12 - D12 World (2004)
[Intro]
Welcome to D12 World! Where you can get anything from sex, X, to girls Welcome to D12 World! Prostitutes and guns, so fuck the real world (Distorted) The world wants me to cope I don't smoke crack, I don't smoke crack, I don't [Bizarre] Fuck the silly shit, I pull a mac milli quick When D12 rock this summer it's over with All these bitches and all these hoes What the fuck you looking at me for? (You, NIGGA!) Oh yeah, you like my chain, want to get your skinny ass up in the Range I like my bitches raspy and nasty I like a fat and nasty bitch named Ashley [Swift] I slide you dope without no procrastination And you can watch me fuck up your imagination I'm always getting drunk, and I fiend to smack hoes I mean it, I leave them screamin' like pteorodactyls This is our world... [Kuniva] We'd love to smack you Hot lead flying with debris and schrapnel Rippin' you to shreads, fuckin' up your tatoo Break into your crib, take your records and plaques too [Kon Artis] D12 is, that's who! Got you limpin' Still poppin' somethin' purple with a bottle of gin bitch! I fuck up your kinship, I lie in this shit Peep, I stole your mom's jeep and crashed into my street [Proof] Crazy, deranged, of course we Shady's gang Of course we wear clothes with holes and blood stains No doubt, we shoot badges, born with ski masks Chew on shrooms, drink booze, and pee acid [Chorus] Welcome to D12 World! Where you can get anything from sex, X, to girls Welcome to D12 World! Prostitutes and guns, so fuck the real world Welcome to D12 World! (Kon Artis Singing) Welcome to D12 World! Aaaaahhhhh!!! [Kuniva] Aiyyo Niggas be talkin' shit, but they layin' slugs now I graduated from techs, I grip a pump now I used to be nice, but nice don't cut it Now I open they wig, if they don't uppen my budget [Bizarre] Them D12 niggas, they be quick to blast I take my shower cap off, and whup your ass Steppin' to us, you can't be the smartest Cause you'll get dropped like an Aftermath artist [Swift] They catch me mingling by a bitch with class When she turn I'll be sprinkling some shit in her glass What part of this you can't understand? I'll humiliate a man, worse then making a band (Kuniva - Don't be mistakin' that man) (Kon Artis - He'll invite you over.) Real fast, and pass your ass a glass of ebola [Kon Artis] I've been doing this for a minute And I'm starting to see my little brother (? brother's name caan?) Look more like a star then me That's why I just started workin' out Man, this shit ain't workin' out [Chorus] Welcome to D12 World! Where you can get anything from sex, X, to girls Welcome to D12 World! Prostitutes and guns, so fuck the real world Welcome to D12 World! (Kon Artis Singing) Welcome to D12 World! |
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from D-12 - D-12 World [Explicit Version] (2006)
[Intro]
Welcome to D12 World! Where you can get anything from sex, X, to girls Welcome to D12 World! Prostitutes and guns, so fuck the real world (Distorted) The world wants me to cope I don't smoke crack, I don't smoke crack, I don't [Bizarre] Fuck the silly shit, I pull a mac milli quick When D12 rock this summer it's over with All these bitches and all these hoes What the fuck you looking at me for? (You, NIGGA!) Oh yeah, you like my chain, want to get your skinny ass up in the Range I like my bitches raspy and nasty I like a fat and nasty bitch named Ashley [Swift] I slide you dope without no procrastination And you can watch me fuck up your imagination I'm always getting drunk, and I fiend to smack hoes I mean it, I leave them screamin' like pteorodactyls This is our world... [Kuniva] We'd love to smack you Hot lead flying with debris and schrapnel Rippin' you to shreads, fuckin' up your tatoo Break into your crib, take your records and plaques too [Kon Artis] D12 is, that's who! Got you limpin' Still poppin' somethin' purple with a bottle of gin bitch! I fuck up your kinship, I lie in this shit Peep, I stole your mom's jeep and crashed into my street [Proof] Crazy, deranged, of course we Shady's gang Of course we wear clothes with holes and blood stains No doubt, we shoot badges, born with ski masks Chew on shrooms, drink booze, and pee acid [Chorus] Welcome to D12 World! Where you can get anything from sex, X, to girls Welcome to D12 World! Prostitutes and guns, so fuck the real world Welcome to D12 World! (Kon Artis Singing) Welcome to D12 World! Aaaaahhhhh!!! [Kuniva] Aiyyo Niggas be talkin' shit, but they layin' slugs now I graduated from techs, I grip a pump now I used to be nice, but nice don't cut it Now I open they wig, if they don't uppen my budget [Bizarre] Them D12 niggas, they be quick to blast I take my shower cap off, and whup your ass Steppin' to us, you can't be the smartest Cause you'll get dropped like an Aftermath artist [Swift] They catch me mingling by a bitch with class When she turn I'll be sprinkling some shit in her glass What part of this you can't understand? I'll humiliate a man, worse then making a band (Kuniva - Don't be mistakin' that man) (Kon Artis - He'll invite you over.) Real fast, and pass your ass a glass of ebola [Kon Artis] I've been doing this for a minute And I'm starting to see my little brother (? brother's name caan?) Look more like a star then me That's why I just started workin' out Man, this shit ain't workin' out [Chorus] Welcome to D12 World! Where you can get anything from sex, X, to girls Welcome to D12 World! Prostitutes and guns, so fuck the real world Welcome to D12 World! (Kon Artis Singing) Welcome to D12 World! |
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from D-12 - Devils Night (2001)
I make music to make you
Sick of fake music Hate music Like devil worshipping Satan music So say your prayers, Your Hail Mary's, And Jesuses Take two sticks and Tape 'em together To make a crucifix Try to stop it but you can't do it A whole generation of kids Blowing out their Fucking brains to this Kurt Cobain music Students converted to 'caine users As soon as they heard it Went out and murdered And main to it What's your name Judas Got my nine with Six sharp shooters Now let's do this I got niggas that's used to static You don't understand how I'm all up in you niggas TV's like Carolan I'm a poltergeist Lyrically I'm supposed to strike Trying to snatch this mic You get cracked with moisonite (Swifty get your own woman) I want his wife I'm the type to go to Gambling parties with trick dice I rob casinos Slugs eat those You think it was the Devil Feeding your jalape?s? Now you out of the scene h*e Shot at your clean clothes A four-four Prone to make you niggas Breathe wrong * It's Devil's night It's Devil's night It's Devil's night 'Cause I came back To rule this time It's Devil's night 'Cause I came back to Take what's mine It's Devil's night It's Devil's night It's Devil's night 'Cause I came back To rule this time It's Devil's night 'Cause I came back To take what's mine It's Devil's night I'm on the John Trying to sh*t And get no response Constipated b**** Tell these pigs to back off The mind of a rapist Denaun never changes Beat up strangers Without a reason I'm a anus Walk the street Then beat a jack with a Glove to match it Drop the hatchet I put my head on opposite And step backwards Walking zombie that's ornery Pulling on robberies on politicians Without a sense of comradery I can concoct the nine flat Plus I run with the best Hop on the motorcycle busting Wheelies over ya chest Bystanders standing by Thinking nowhere to mess Blast you every hicky that Them b****es put on your neck What the f*** do you expect When the slugs get dealt? And make you feel Every ounce of pain That Bugz had felt A deranged teen Smoking ganja and greens This carbean'll make Your f***ing head Shake like tambourines I pledge alleigance to The streets of the D And if you think you out cold Catch a piece of this heat And when it blast It'll take off every piece Of your niece From her berets To her cheeks To her cute little feet * Repeat Stop taking drugs I'm trying My little boy's dying He's losing too much iron And if I die it won't be Because I got shot It'd be because I tied my arm in a sock And smoked rock Taking drugs is cool That's why I buy 'em Shoot 'em in my as* Let your little brother try 'em Ten years is what I'm facing Police breaking in my house Lil' Bow Wow in the basement A rapist that'll bust in your mouth I'll probably be in jail 'fore this F***ing album comes out I'm eighteen years old Still sh*t in the bed Beating till I'm red Fear nothing but water and bread Me and Ken F***ing dirty Jen So what if it burns B**** when I stick it in No medication I'm out of percasets I lost my weed Plus my f***ing diaper's wet * Repeat |
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from D-12 - Devils Night Initial Run [UK Only Version] (2006)
[Eminem]
I make music to make you sick of fake music Hate music like devil worshippin Satan music So say your prayers, your Hail Mary's and Jesuses Take two sticks, tape 'em together and make a crucifix Try to stop it but you cain't do it (ha ha) A whole generation of kids blowin out their fuckin brains to this Kurt Cobain music - students converted to 'caine users as soon as they heard it went out and murdered and maimed to it What's your name? [Swifty McVay] Judas Got my nine with six sharpshooters, now let's do this I got niggaz that shoots to static - you don't understand how I'm all up in you niggaz TV's like Carole Anne I'm a poltergeist, lyrically I'm supposed to strike Try to snatch this mic, you get cracked with Molson Ice (Swifty get your own woman!) I want his wife I'm the type to go to gamblin parties with trick dice I rob casinos, slugs, eat those You'd think it was the devil feedin you jalapenos Now you out of the scene hoes shot at your clean clothes My fo'-fo', prone to make you niggaz breathe wrong [Chorus: Eminem] It's Devils Night (da da dah, da-da da da dah) It's Devils Night (da da dah, da-da da da dah duh da) Cause I came back to rule this time! It's Devils Night - cause I came back to take what's mine! Yes it's Devils Night (da da dah, da-da da da dah) It's Devils Night (da da dah, da-da da da dah duh da) Cause I came back to rule this time! It's Devils Night - cause I came back to take what's mine! [Kon Artis] It's like I'm on the john, tryin to shit and get no response Constipated bitch, tell these pigs to back off! The mind of rapist, Denaun never changes Beat up strangers without a reason, I'm a anus Walk the street in a "Beat It" jacket with a glove to match it Drop the hat shit I put my head on opposite and step backwards Walkin zombied it's ornery Pullin armed robberies on politicians without a sense of camraderie [Kuniva] Yo, I can concoct the nine slot, plus I run with the best Hop on a motorcycle, bustin wheelies over your chest Bystanders standin by, thinkin oh what a mess Blast through every hickie that them bitches put on your neck What the fuck do you expect, when the slugs are dealt And make you feel every ounce of pain that Bugz done felt A deranged team, smokin ganja greens This car beam'll make your fuckin head shake like tambourines I pledge allegiance to the streets of the D And if you think you out cold, catch a piece of this heat And when it blast, it'll take off every piece of your [scream] From her barettes to her cheeks to her cute little feet [Chorus] [Bizarre] STOP TAKIN DRUGS!! I'm tryin My little boy is dyin, he losin too much iron And if I die, it won't be because I got shot It'll be because I tied my arm in a sock and smoked rock Takin drugs is cool, that's why I buy 'em Shoot 'em up my ass, let your little brother try 'em Ten years is what I'm facin Police breakin in my house, Lil' Bow Wow in the basement (Jermaine!) A rapist that'll bust in your mouth I'll probably be in jail 'fore this fuckin album comes out I'm eighteen years old, still shit in the bed Beaten 'til I'm red, fear nothin but war and bread It's me again, fuckin dirty jinn So what if it burns, bitch when I stick it in No medication, I'm out of perkasets I lost my weed, plus my fuckin diaper's wet [Chorus] [Eminem] It's Devil's Night! |
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from Eminem - The Eminem Show (2002)
Obie Yo
I'm sick Damn you straight dogg That's why I ain't got no time For these games and stupid tricks All these bitches on my dick That's how dudes be getting sick That's how dicks be getting drips Falling victim's to this shit From these bitches on our dicks Fucking chickens with no ribs That's why I aint got no time Yo I woke up fucked up off the liquor I drunk I hadda bag of tha skunk one and last night's tunk Pussy residue was on my penis Denise from the Cleaners Fucked me good you should've seen us Big booty bitch switch unbearable french role styling body like a stallion Sizing up the figure while my shit getting bigger Debating on to fuck her do I wanna be a nigga Caressing this bitch plus I'm checking out them tits Sipping on that fine shit I ain't use to buying I gotta hit it from behind it's mandatory Like taking ho's money but that's another story For surely your pussy on toast after we toast Our clothes fell like Bishop and Juice The womb beater clean pussy eater inserting my john In that spot hotter than the hottest block don't stop Response I got when I was knocking it Clocks steading ticking kinky finger licking The cannon seen us at my temple 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 foaming at the lips the ones between the hips Pubic hair's looking like some sour cream dip Without the nacho my dick hit the spot though Pussy tighter than conditions of his black folks Being a vinyl stretched the last part of sex I bust a fat ass nut then I woke up next Like what the fuck is going on here This bitch evapourated pussy and all just picked up and vaccated And now I'm frustrated cause my dick was unprotected And doctor Wesley telling me I ain't really got that shit For these games and stupid tricks All these bitches on my dick That's how dudes be getting sick That's how dicks be getting drips Falling victim's to this shit From these bitches on our dicks Fucking chickens with no ribs That's why I aint got no time Now I don't wanna hit no women when this chicks got it coming Someone better get this bitch before she gets kicked in the stomach And she's pregnant but she's egging me on begging me to throw her Off the steps on this porch my only weapon is force And I don't wanna resort to violence of any sort But why's she shoving me for Doesn't she love me no more Wasn't she hugging me four minutes ago at the door Man I'm this close to going toe to toe with this whore What would you do if she was telling you she wants a divorce She's having another baby in a month and it's yours And you found it isn't cause this bitch has been visiting Someone else and sucking his dick and kissing you on the lips When you get back to Michigan Now the plot has thickend n worse Cause you feel like you've been sticking your fucking dick in a hurse So your paranoid at every little cold that you get Ever since they sold you this shit you've been holding your dick So you goto the clinic sweating every minute your in it Then the doctor comes out looking like Dennis the Menace And it's obvious to everyone in the lobby it's aids He ain't even gotta to call in you the office to say it So you jet back home cause you gone get that ho And when you see her you're gonna bend her fucking neck back yo Cause you love her you never would've expect that blow Obie told you to scoop how could she stoop that low Jesus I don't believe this bitch works at the Cleaner's Bringing me home diseases swinging from Obie's penis She's so deceaving shit this ho's a genious She gee'd us That's why I ain't got no time For these games and stupid tricks All these bitches on my dick That's how dudes be getting sick That's how dicks be getting drips Falling victim's to this shit From these bitches on our dicks Fucking chickens with no ribs That's why I aint got no time I'm busy Yeah fuck these bitches Fuck em all Get money Ha Shady Records Woow Obie Trice Eminem mother fucker New millenium shit Yeah Turn this shit off Turn this shit the fuck off |
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from Eminem - The Anger Management Tour [video, live] (2008)
Obie Yo
I'm sick Damn you straight dogg That's why I ain't got no time For these games and stupid tricks All these bitches on my dick That's how dudes be getting sick That's how dicks be getting drips Falling victim's to this shit From these bitches on our dicks Fucking chickens with no ribs That's why I aint got no time Yo I woke up fucked up off the liquor I drunk I hadda bag of tha skunk one and last night's tunk Pussy residue was on my penis Denise from the Cleaners Fucked me good you should've seen us Big booty bitch switch unbearable french role styling body like a stallion Sizing up the figure while my shit getting bigger Debating on to fuck her do I wanna be a nigga Caressing this bitch plus I'm checking out them tits Sipping on that fine shit I ain't use to buying I gotta hit it from behind it's mandatory Like taking ho's money but that's another story For surely your pussy on toast after we toast Our clothes fell like Bishop and Juice The womb beater clean pussy eater inserting my john In that spot hotter than the hottest block don't stop Response I got when I was knocking it Clocks steading ticking kinky finger licking The cannon seen us at my temple 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 foaming at the lips the ones between the hips Pubic hair's looking like some sour cream dip Without the nacho my dick hit the spot though Pussy tighter than conditions of his black folks Being a vinyl stretched the last part of sex I bust a fat ass nut then I woke up next Like what the fuck is going on here This bitch evapourated pussy and all just picked up and vaccated And now I'm frustrated cause my dick was unprotected And doctor Wesley telling me I ain't really got that shit For these games and stupid tricks All these bitches on my dick That's how dudes be getting sick That's how dicks be getting drips Falling victim's to this shit From these bitches on our dicks Fucking chickens with no ribs That's why I aint got no time Now I don't wanna hit no women when this chicks got it coming Someone better get this bitch before she gets kicked in the stomach And she's pregnant but she's egging me on begging me to throw her Off the steps on this porch my only weapon is force And I don't wanna resort to violence of any sort But why's she shoving me for Doesn't she love me no more Wasn't she hugging me four minutes ago at the door Man I'm this close to going toe to toe with this whore What would you do if she was telling you she wants a divorce She's having another baby in a month and it's yours And you found it isn't cause this bitch has been visiting Someone else and sucking his dick and kissing you on the lips When you get back to Michigan Now the plot has thickend n worse Cause you feel like you've been sticking your fucking dick in a hurse So your paranoid at every little cold that you get Ever since they sold you this shit you've been holding your dick So you goto the clinic sweating every minute your in it Then the doctor comes out looking like Dennis the Menace And it's obvious to everyone in the lobby it's aids He ain't even gotta to call in you the office to say it So you jet back home cause you gone get that ho And when you see her you're gonna bend her fucking neck back yo Cause you love her you never would've expect that blow Obie told you to scoop how could she stoop that low Jesus I don't believe this bitch works at the Cleaner's Bringing me home diseases swinging from Obie's penis She's so deceaving shit this ho's a genious She gee'd us That's why I ain't got no time For these games and stupid tricks All these bitches on my dick That's how dudes be getting sick That's how dicks be getting drips Falling victim's to this shit From these bitches on our dicks Fucking chickens with no ribs That's why I aint got no time I'm busy Yeah fuck these bitches Fuck em all Get money Ha Shady Records Woow Obie Trice Eminem mother fucker New millenium shit Yeah Turn this shit off Turn this shit the fuck off |
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from Eminem - The Marshall Mathers Lp (2000)
Yeaaah, hahahaha...whooooo, shit!
(aight) Guess what? I ain't coming in yet... I'll come in a minute Ayo...This is my love song...it goes like this Back when Mark Walhberg was Marky Mark This is how we used to make the party start We used to mix Hen' with Bacardi Dark And when it, kicks in you can hardly talk And by the, sixth gin you're gonna probably crawl And you'll be, sick then and you'll probably barf And my pre-diction is you're gonna probably fall Either somewhere in the lobby or the hallway wall And everything's spinning You're beginin' to think women are swimming in pink linen again in the sink Then in a couple of minutes that bottle of Guiness is finished You are now allowed to officially slap bitches You have the right to remain violent and start wilin' Start a fight with the same guy that was smart eyin' you Get in your car, start it, and start drivin' Over the island and cause a 42 car pile-up Earth calling, pilot to co-pilot Look at the life on this planet, sir, no sign of it All I can see is a bunch of smoke flyin' And I'm so high that I might die if I go by it Let me out of this place I'm outta place I'm in outer space I've just vanished without a trace I'm going to a pretty place now where the flowers grow I'll be back in an hour or so 'Cause every time I go to try to leave Something keeps pullin' on my sleeve I don't wanna, but I gotta stay These drugs really got ahold of me 'Cause every time I try to tell them "no" They won't let me ever let them "go" I'm a sucka all I gotta say These drugs really got ahold of me In third grade, all I used to do Was sniff glue through a tube and play rubix cube 17 years later I'm as Rude as Jude Scheming on the first chick with the hugest boobs I've got no game And every face looks the same They've got no name So I don't need game to play I just say whatever I want to whoever I want Whenever I want, wherever I want, however I want However, I do show some respect to few As ecstacy got me standing next to you Getting sentimental as fuck spillin' guts to you We just met But I think I'm in love with you But you're on it too So you tell me you love me too Wake up in the morning like "yo, what the fuck we do?" I gotta go bitch You know I have stuff to do 'Cause if I get caught cheatin' then I'm stuck with you But in the long run These drugs are probably going to catch up sooner or later But fuck it, I'm on one So let's enjoy Let the X destroy your spinal cord So it's not a straight line no more 'Til we walk around looking like some wind-up dolls Shit's sticking out of our backs like a dinosaur Shit, six hits won't even get me high no more So bye for now I'm going to try to find some more 'Cause every time I try to tell them "no" They won't let me ever let them "go" I'm a sucka all I gotta say These drugs really got ahold of me That's the sound of a bottle when it's hollow When you swallow it all wollow and drown in your sorrow And tomorrow you're probably going to want to do it again What's a little spinal fluid between you and a friend? Screw it And what's a little bit of alcohol poisoning? And what's a little fight? Tomorrow you'll be boys again It's your life Live it however you wanna Marijuana is everywhere Where was you brought up? It don't matter as long as you get where you're going 'Cause none of the shit is going to mean shit where we're going They tell you to stop, but you just sit there ignoring Even though you wake up feeling like shit every morning But you're young You've got a lot of drugs to do Girls to screw Parties to crash Sucks to be you If I could take it all back now, I wouldn't I would have did more shit that people said that I shouldn't But I'm all grown up now and upgraded and graduated Did better drugs and updated But I've still got a lot of growing up to do I've still got a whole lot of throwing up to spew But when it's all said and done I'll be 40 Before I know it with a 40 on the porch telling stories With a bottle of Jack Two grandkids in my lap Babysiting for Haley while Haley's out getting smashed 'Cause every time I try to tell them "no" They won't let me ever let them "go" I'm a sucka all I gotta say These drugs really got ahold of me(x2) (Same as previous, but 2nd time the last line is repeated like this) Drugs really got ahold of me They really got ahold of me 'Cause drugs really got ahold of me They really got ahold of me |
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from Eminem - The Anger Management Tour [video, live] (2008)
[Girl] Yeaaah, hahahaha...whooooo, shit!
[Em](aight) [Eminem] Guess what? I ain't coming in yet... I'll come in a minute [Eminem] Ayo...This is my love song...it goes like this [Eminem] Back when Mark Walhberg was Marky Mark This is how we used to make the party start We used to mix Hen' with Bacardi Dark And when it, kicks in you can hardly talk And by the, sixth gin you're gonna probably crawl And you'll be, sick then and you'll probably barf And my pre-diction is you're gonna probably fall Either somewhere in the lobby or the hallway wall And everything's spinning You're beginin' to think women are swimming in pink linen again in the sink Then in a couple of minutes that bottle of Guiness is finished You are now allowed to officially slap bitches You have the right to remain violent and start wilin' Start a fight with the same guy that was smart eyin' you Get in your car, start it, and start drivin' Over the island and cause a 42 car pile-up [Em's spaceman voice]Earth calling, pilot to co-pilot Look at the life on this planet, sir, no sign of it All I can see is a bunch of smoke flyin' And I'm so high that I might die if I go by it Let me out of this place I'm outta place I'm in outer space I've just vanished without a trace I'm going to a pretty place now where the flowers grow I'll be back in an hour or so Chorus [Eminem] 'Cause every time I go to try to leave Something keeps pullin' on my sleeve I don't wanna, but I gotta stay These drugs really got ahold of me 'Cause every time I try to tell them 'no' They won't let me ever let them go I'm a sucka all I gotta say These drugs really got ahold of me [Eminem] In third grade, all I used to do Was sniff glue through a tube and play rubix cube 17 years later I'm as Rude as Jude Scheming on the first chick with the hugest boobs I've got no game And every face looks the same They've got no name So I don't need game to play I just say whatever I want to whoever I want Whenever I want, wherever I want, however I want However, I do show some respect to few As ecstacy got me standing next to you Getting sentimental as fuck spillin' guts to you We just met But I think I'm in love with you But you're on it too So you tell me you love me too Wake up in the morning like 'yo, what the fuck we do?' I gotta go bitch You know I have stuff to do 'Cause if I get caught cheatin' then I'm stuck with you But in the long run These drugs are probably going to catch up sooner or later But fuck it, I'm on one So let's enjoy Let the X destroy your spinal cord So it's not a straight line no more 'Til we walk around looking like some wind-up dolls Shit's sticking out of our backs like a dinosaur Shit, six hits won't even get me high no more So bye for now I'm going to try to find some more Chorus [Eminem] That's the sound of a bottle when it's hollow When you swallow it all wollow and drown in your sorrow And tomorrow you're probably going to want to do it again What's a little spinal fluid between you and a friend? Screw it And what's a little bit of alcohol poisoning? And what's a little fight? Tomorrow you'll be boys again It's your life Live it however you wanna Marijuana is everywhere Where was you brought up? It don't matter as long as you get where you're going 'Cause none of the shit is going to mean shit where we're going They tell you to stop, but you just sit there ignoring Even though you wake up feeling like shit every morning But you're young You've got a lot of drugs to do Girls to screw Parties to crash Sucks to be you If I could take it all back now, I wouldn't I would have did more shit that people said that I shouldn't But I'm all grown up now and upgraded and graduated Did better drugs and updated But I've still got a lot of growing up to do I've still got a whole lot of throwing up to spew But when it's all said and done I'll be 40 Before I know it with a 40 on the porch telling stories With a bottle of Jack Two grandkids in my lap Babysiting for Haley while Haley's out getting smashed Chorus 2x (Same as previous, but 2nd time the last line is repeated like this) Drugs really got ahold of me They really got ahold of me 'Cause drugs really got ahold of me They really got ahold of me |
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from D-12 - D12 World (2004)
[Kuniva]
That shit was off the hook. That shit was hype ass hell [Bizarre] I'm bout to get on that bus dog, bout to get some food. You wanna go to Em room and holla at him real quick. [Kuniva] Hell yea man let go ahead [Bizarre] He says he supposed to give some more air time and shit.. [Kuniva] I hope so, cause them 2 minutes ain't workin. [Bizarre] Wassup dawg? [Security Guard] Big Proof baby, sup Swifty. [Bizarre] Proof? I'm Bizarre. [Kuniva] Aye nigga, I'm not Swift, I'm Kuniva dawg. [Security] Was goin' on? [Bizarre] I need to holla at my man about some studio time [Security Guard] Well he in there trying to unwind right now. [Kuniva] Aiyo, why you gotta put your hands on me. What you say? [Bizarre] Tryin' to unwinded? [Security Guard] Yea you know, relax...you know what I'm saying. [Kuniva] Nigga we trying to get some food and shit. [Bizarre] There some steak up in there dawg. [Security Guard] D12 dressing room right around the corner right there by the bathroom? Round that way. [Kuniva] Nigga we know [Bizarre] You tryin' to be funny dawg? We a group we all together dawg. Why don't you go holla at him And tell we out here and then see.. Tell him Bizarre from D12 is out here.. And Kuniva please. Thank you very much. you thick as muthafucka [Security] Yo Em! [Em] What dude?! [Security] I got bizarre and..wats your name again 'cause. [Kuniva] Man fuck you! Aye man come to fucking door man, why you got this nigga blockin' the Wind and shit. Ay Em was sup dawg?!! [Em] Dude tell'em I'm getting a massage dude. |
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from D-12 - D-12 World [Explicit Version] (2006)
[Kuniva]
That shit was off the hook. That shit was hype ass hell [Bizarre] I'm bout to get on that bus dog, bout to get some food. You wanna go to Em room and holla at him real quick. [Kuniva] Hell yea man let go ahead [Bizarre] He says he supposed to give some more air time and shit.. [Kuniva] I hope so, cause them 2 minutes ain't workin. [Bizarre] Wassup dawg? [Security Guard] Big Proof baby, sup Swifty. [Bizarre] Proof? I'm Bizarre. [Kuniva] Aye nigga, I'm not Swift, I'm Kuniva dawg. [Security] Was goin' on? [Bizarre] I need to holla at my man about some studio time [Security Guard] Well he in there trying to unwind right now. [Kuniva] Aiyo, why you gotta put your hands on me. What you say? [Bizarre] Tryin' to unwinded? [Security Guard] Yea you know, relax...you know what I'm saying. [Kuniva] Nigga we trying to get some food and shit. [Bizarre] There some steak up in there dawg. [Security Guard] D12 dressing room right around the corner right there by the bathroom? Round that way. [Kuniva] Nigga we know [Bizarre] You tryin' to be funny dawg? We a group we all together dawg. Why don't you go holla at him And tell we out here and then see.. Tell him Bizarre from D12 is out here.. And Kuniva please. Thank you very much. you thick as muthafucka [Security] Yo Em! [Em] What dude?! [Security] I got bizarre and..wats your name again 'cause. [Kuniva] Man fuck you! Aye man come to fucking door man, why you got this nigga blockin' the Wind and shit. Ay Em was sup dawg?!! [Em] Dude tell'em I'm getting a massage dude. |
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from Eminem - Encore (2004)
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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from Eminem - Encore (2004)
[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! |
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from Eminem - Mockingbird [single] (2005)
[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! |
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from Eminem - Encore (2004)
feat. Dr. Dre, 50 Cent
Sh-sh-sh-shady Aftermath, haha G-G-G-G-G-Unit!, haha First we came here to set this party off right Let's bounce tonight And if they don't let us in through the front We'll come through the side Cuz i don't ever wanna leave the game without At least saying goodbye So all my people on the left, all my people on the right Scream one last time Get your ass up for the doctor One more time, get your ass up for the doctor Come on now, here we go Cliff hanger, it's another club banger Got you hangin' on the edge of your seat Get on down Times up, games 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'm a trend, I set one every time I'm in I go out and just come back full circle again You a fad, that means your something that we already had But once you're gone, you don't come back, too bad You're off the map now, radar can't even find you We stay on the grind, you slip, we out-grind you You walk around mad, you let your anger blind you We walk around just playin' the violin behind you Enough with all the pissin' and moanin', whinin' and bitchin' Sit and observe, listen, you'll learn if you pay attention Why ten multi-platinum albums later, three diamond World-wide, we're on the charts with a bullet and still climbin' First we came here to set this party off right Let's bounce tonight And if they don't let us in through the front We'll come through the side Cuz i don't ever wanna leave the game without At least saying goodbye So all my people on the left, all my people on the right Scream one last time When dr. dre say crunk, you will get it crunk, get it crunk Crunk, crunk, crunk And when 50 cent says jump, you get on what and jump Jump, jump, jump, jump The buzz is tremendous, we drop you all to sense it I don't gotta promote it for you to know that doc is off the benches We keep the party rockin' off the henges We ain't showin' off, we just goin' off popular consensus But critics say that Doc is soft, Doc is talk Doc is all washed up, knock it off Who the fuck is Doc impressin'? Doc is this, Doc is that, you got the wrong impression You must be on the cock of Doc, cuz Doc left you all guessin' So DJ take the needle and just drop it on the record (what) We gon' have this mutherfucker hoppin' in a second (bump bump) That's why we always save the best cut last To make you scratch and itch for it like fresh cut grass Cuz we done swam with the sharks, wrestle 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 Grace the cover of Rolling Stone pages Broke down barriers of language and races Just call on the cape 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, thats why we came to First we came here to set this party off right Let's bounce tonight And if they don't let us in through the front We'll come through the side Cuz i don't ever wanna leave the game without At least saying goodbye So all my people on the left, all my people on the right Scream one last time 50 cent, come on! Bounce now, hands up, you know how we do We make the club jump everywhere we go It's no secret, everybody know When Dre's involved, there's plenty money involved And plenty honey's involved, the sunny Sunday's and palm trees Cali, everyday it's just another party from the valley's All the way to them 8 Mile alleys, let's rally Hands up for the grand finale Now raise up out your seat, Dre is about to speak Blaze a pound of weed six days up out the week You could catch me in the studio bangin' out the beats to Provide you with the heat that keep blazin' out your speaker So nervous, ain't never cuz Shady Aftermath together Along with G-Unit Records presents the return of the-the Doc (and Shady) No one could do it better We tear the club up and leave without a strand of evidence and uh First we came here to set this party off right Let's bounce tonight And if they don't let us in through the front We'll come through the side Cuz i don't ever wanna leave the game without At least saying goodbye So all my people on the left, all my people on the right Scream one last time Yeah, haha Still Aftermath, 2006 And don't worry about that Detox album It's comin', we gonna make Dre do it, haha 50 cent, G-unit, Obie Trice, D-twizzy, Stat Quo, Dr. Dre We ain't leavin', let's go! haha Ladies and gentlemen, thank you all for comin' out, peace! Oh shit, I almost forgot You're comin' with me [gun shots] Haha, bye bye! See you in hell, fuckers. |
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from Eminem - Encore (2004)
[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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from D-12 - Devils Night (2001)
Chorus] This kind of music, use it, and you get amped to do shit 이런 종류의 음악은, 들으면, 무언가 하고 싶은 충동이 들지 Whenever you hear some shit and you can't refuse it 이런 걸 듣기만 하면 거부도 할 수 없는거야 It's just some shit, for these kids, to trash they rooms with 그저, 아이들이 자기 방을, 쓰레기장으로 만들기 위한 음악 Just refuse whenever they asked to do shit 무엇 좀 하라고 들을 때마다 싫다고 하게 만드는 음악 The type of shit that you don't have to ask who produced it 누가 프로듀스 했는지 묻지 않아도 되는 음악 You just know - that's the new shit 그냥 알게 돼 - 이게 새로운 음악이야 The type of shit that causes mass confusion 집단 혼란과 사람들이 바보같은 행동을 and drastic movement of people actin stupid 하게 만드는 그런 종류의 음악이야 [Kon Artis] I come to every club with intention to do harm 난 누군가에게 해를 입히기 위한 목적으로 모든 클럽에 가지 With a prosthetic arm and smellin like Boone's Farm 인공 팔을 가지고, Boone's Farm 같은 냄새를 풍기면서 말야 Hidin under tables as soon as I hear alarms 알람을 듣는 즉시 테이블 아래로 숨어라 Paranoid thief that'll steal from his own moms 난 내 엄마도 털만큼 정신이 이상한 도둑놈이지 Connivin Kon, Artis with a bomb Connivin Kon, 폭탄을 가진 아티스트 Strapped to my stomach screamin, "Let's get it on!" 그 폭탄을 배에다가 묶고는 소리쳐 "한 번 해보자고!" A lush that love to drink, drunk drivin a tank 술을 좋아하는 주정뱅이, 탱크를 음주운전하고 Rollin over a bank, cops see me and faint 은행으로 쳐들어가, 경찰들은 날 보고 기절해 It's drastic, I'm past my limit of coke 과감하지, 나 코카인 한도를 넘어서 했어 I think I'll up my high by slittin your throat 이 기분을 니 목을 잘라서 더 띄워볼까 해 Push your baby carriage into the street, 'til it's mince meat 네 유모차를 거리에다가 내몰아, 잘게 저민 고깃덩이가 될 때까지 Your mens been beat the minute I step onto your street 너네 친구들은 내가 네 거리에 발을 들여놓자마자 끝난거야 This is fight music! 이건 싸움음악이야! [Bizarre] You know why my hands are so numb? (No) 내 손이 왜 이렇게 무감각한지 알아? (아니) Cause my grandmother sucked my dick and I didn't cum (oh) 내 할머니가 내 자지를 빨고도 사정하지 않았거든(오) Smacked this whore for talkin crap (bitch) 그년이 개같은 소리를 하길래 한대 쳤지 (개년아) So what if she's handicapped, the bitch said Bizarre couldn't rap 장애인이면 어때, Bizarre가 랩을 못한다고 말했단 말야 I fuckin hate you I'll take your drawers down and rape you 난 니가 싫어 네 팬티를 내리고선 강간을 하겠어 While Dr. Dre videotapes you (hell yeah!) Dr. Dre가 뒤에서 비디오에 녹화할 동안 (물론이지!) Satan done got me on this song 악마가 이 노랠 하게 만들었어 Eatin a hot dog readin the Holy Qu'ran, while I'm on the john 화장실에서 핫도그를 먹으면서 코란(이슬람교 경서)을 읽고 Tired of wearin this yellow thong 이 노란 끈팬티 입는게 지겨워 Take it back Sisqo, you know where it belongs (thong th-thong thong) 가져가 Sisqo, 어디다 놔야하는지 알잖아 (끈팬티 끈팬티) *Sisqo가 Thong Song을 부른 것을 가지고 하는 말 Now here's a gun, I'll put it in your palm 여기 총이 있군, 네 손바닥에 놓을게 Now go over there and blow up Dru Hill's arms 저기 가사 Dru Hill의 팔을 날려버려라 Fuck your love songs 니 사랑 노랜 집어쳐 [Chorus] This kind of music, use it, and you get amped to do shit 이런 종류의 음악은, 들으면, 무언가 하고 싶은 충동이 들지 Whenever you hear some shit and you can't refuse it 이런 걸 듣기만 하면 거부도 할 수 없는거야 It's just some shit, for these kids, to trash they rooms with 그저, 아이들이 자기 방을, 쓰레기장으로 만들기 위한 음악 Just refuse whenever they asked to do shit 무엇 좀 하라고 들을 때마다 싫다고 하게 만드는 음악 The type of shit that you don't have to ask who produced it 누가 프로듀스 했는지 묻지 않아도 되는 음악 You just know - that's the new shit 그냥 알게 돼 - 이게 새로운 음악이야 The type of shit that causes mass confusion 집단 혼란과 사람들이 바보같은 행동을 and drastic movement of people actin stupid 하게 만드는 그런 종류의 음악이야 [Proof] Just bring who you gon' bring on, who you gon' swing on? 가져와봐 누구에게 가져올건데, 누구랑 놀건데 I'm King Kong, guns blow you to king-dom come 난 킹콩이야, 총으로 네 왕국을 쓸어버려 이리 와 Show you machine gun funk 니 기관총이나 좀 보자고 Sixteen m-16's and one pump {*click-clack*} 16개의 m-16 그리고 하나의 샷건 The snub in my paw, shove it in your jaw 내 손바닥에 소음기달린 권총, 니 턱에 겨누고 Have you runnin out this fuckin club in your drawers 팬티만 입고 빌어먹을 클럽에서 뛰어다니게 해주마 We lovin the broads, there's nothin to applaud 우린 여자들이 좋아, 박수칠 일은 아니지 But fuck it it's all good, the hood is up in The Source 하지만 됐어 다 좋은 걸, 모두들 The Source에 있어 It's fight music 이건 싸움음악이야 [Swifty McVay] I'm a nigga that loves scuffles 난 싸움을 좋아하는 녀석이고 And won't hesitate to sock you again for swollen knuckles 부어오른 주먹으로 네 녀석을 한 번 더 패는데 주저 않을 사람이야 I'm like that, catch a nigga like bear traps 난 그런 놈이야, 곰 덫처럼 녀석들을 잡아 Blow his head back right in front of the priest sayin, "You hear that?" 그 놈의 머리를 성직자 앞에서 날려버려 '들리냐?' I slap your freak, bump you and won't speak 너를 때리고, 넘어뜨리고 말도 못하게 하겠어 If you step on my feet, you get drowned in your own drink 내 발을 밟는 순간, 넌 네 술에 익사하게 될거야 I suffocated my shrink just for talkin 난 말만 하는 정신과 의사를 목졸랐지 Came back and fucked up his pallbearers and made 'em drop his coffin 다시 돌아와 그의 관을 메는 사람을 족치고 관을 떨어뜨리게 했어 It's fight music! 이건 싸움음악이야 [Kuniva] These beads I'm swingin is stingin 'em 내가 흔드는 이 총구가 그들을 따갑게 해 See all these niggaz? When I step in the club, I'm bringin 'em 쟤네들 보이냐? 내가 클럽에 들어가면, 같이 데려갈거야 If any nigga lookin too hard, we Rodney King'n 'em 만약 누군가 찌뿌리고 있으면, Rodney King 처럼 만들겠어 *Rodney King - LA에 살던 흑인으로, 91년 경찰에게 집단구타를 당했죠. LA 폭동의 근원이라고도 할 수 있음 Malice green to them and gasolinin 'em with premium 원한을 품고서는 프리미엄 기름을 뿌려주겠어 Light a cigarette, flick it at 'em or spit it at 'em 그리곤 담배에 불을 붙이고는, 튀기거나 침을 뱉어 Hold up a picture of his family and kick it at him 그의 가족의 사진을 들고서는 그를 발로차 Blast while you right hookin, right when your wife's lookin 오른쪽으로 볼때 쏴주마, 니 아내가 보고 있는 곳 말야 Fuck fight music, bitch this is losin your life music! 싸움음악은 집어쳐, 이건 네 삶을 깎는 음악이야! [Eminem] If I could capture the rage of today's youth and bottle it 만약 오늘날의 젊은이들의 분노를 잡아 병에 담을 수 있다면 Crush the glass from my bare hands and swallow it 맨손으로 그 병을 깨서 삼켜버린 다음 Then spit it back in the faces of you racists 너네 인종차별자나 위선자들의 얼굴에 뱉어주겠어 and hypocrites who think the same shit but don't say shit 똑같은 생각만 하면서 말은 아무것도 없는 녀석들 You Liberace's, Versace's, and you nazis 너네 Liberace, Versace, 그리고 나찌들 *Liberace - 박물관 이름. 근엄한 척 하는 사람을 빙자한듯. *Versace - (베르사체)디자이너. 이건 멋부리는 사람을 뜻하는듯 Watch me, cause you thinkin you got me in this hot seat 날 봐라, 너네들이 날 꽉 잡아두었다고 생각하지 You motherfuckers wanna JUDGE me cause you're NOT me 너네 개자식들은 그저 내가 아니기 때문에 날 심판하고자 해 You'll never STOP me, I'm TOP speed as you POP me 넌 절대 날 멈추지 못해, 난 최고 속도로 달리고 있어 I came to save these new generations of babies 난 이 새로운 세대의 아기들을 구하려고 왔다 from parents who failed to raise 'em cause they're lazy 게을러 터져서 제대로 길러내지 못한 부모들로부터 말야 to grow to praise me I'm makin 'em go crazy 날 칭찬하게 만들고, 그들을 미치게 하겠어 That's how I got this whole nation to embrace me 난 그런 식으로 이 나라가 날 감싸안게 만든거야 And you fugazi if you think I'ma admit wrong 가짜녀석들 내가 잘못했다고 인정할거라 생각한다면 I cripple any hypocritic critic I'm sic'd on 내가 싫어하는 위선적인 비평가를 불구로 만들겠어 And this song is for any kid who gets picked on 이 노래는 괴롭힘을 당하는 모든 아이들을 위한 거야 A sick song to retaliate to, and it's called.. 복수를 하기 위한 미친 음악, 그 이름은... [Chorus] This kind of music, use it, and you get amped to do shit 이런 종류의 음악은, 들으면, 무언가 하고 싶은 충동이 들지 Whenever you hear some shit and you can't refuse it 이런 걸 듣기만 하면 거부도 할 수 없는거야 It's just some shit, for these kids, to trash they rooms with 그저, 아이들이 자기 방을, 쓰레기장으로 만들기 위한 음악 Just refuse whenever they asked to do shit 무엇 좀 하라고 들을 때마다 싫다고 하게 만드는 음악 The type of shit that you don't have to ask who produced it 누가 프로듀스 했는지 묻지 않아도 되는 음악 You just know - that's the new shit 그냥 알게 돼 - 이게 새로운 음악이야 The type of shit that causes mass confusion 집단 혼란과 사람들이 바보같은 행동을 and drastic movement of people actin stupid 하게 만드는 그런 종류의 음악이야 It's fight music! 싸움 음악이야!
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from D-12 - Devils Night Initial Run [UK Only Version] (2006)
[Chorus: Eminem]
This kind of music, use it, and you get amped to do shit Whenever you hear some shit and you can't refuse it It's just some shit, for these kids, to trash they rooms with Just refuse whenever they asked to do shit The type of shit that you don't have to ask who produced it You just know - that's the new shit The type of shit that causes mass confusion and drastic movement of people actin stupid [Kon Artis] I come to every club with intention to do harm With a prosthetic arm and smellin like Boone's Farm Hidin under tables as soon as I hear alarms Paranoid thief that'll steal from his own moms Connivin Kon, Artis with a bomb Strapped to my stomach screamin, 'Let's get it on!' A lush that love to drink, drunk drivin a tank Rollin over a bank, cops see me and faint It's drastic, I'm past my limit of coke I think I'll up my high by slittin your throat Push your baby carriage into the street, 'til it's mince meat Your mens been beat the minute I step onto your street This is fight music! [Bizarre] You know why my hands are so numb? (No) Cause my grandmother sucked my dick and I didn't come (oh) Smacked this whore for talkin crap (bitch) So what if she's handicapped, the bitch said Bizarre couldn't rap I fuckin hate you; I'll take your drawers down and rape you While Dr. Dre videotapes you (hell yeah!) Satan done got me on this song Eatin a hot dog readin the Holy Qu'ran, while I'm on the john Tired of wearin this yellow thong Take it back Sisqo, you know where it belongs (thong th-thong thong) Now here's a gun, I'll put it in your palm Now go over there and blow up Dru Hill's arms Fuck your love songs [Chorus] [Proof] Just bring who you gon' bring on, who you gon' swing on? I'm King Kong, guns blow you to king-dom come Show you machine gun funk Sixteen m-16's and one pump [click-clack] The snub in my paw, shove it in your jaw Have you runnin out this fuckin club in your drawers We lovin the broads, there's nothin to applaud But fuck it it's all good, the hood is up in The Source It's fight music [Swifty McVay] I'm a nigga that loves scuffles And won't hesitate to sock you again for swollen knuckles I'm like that, catch a nigga like bear traps Blow his head back right in front of the priest sayin, 'You hear that?' I slap your freak, bump you and won't speak If you step on my feet, you get drowned in your own drink I suffocated my shrink just for talkin Came back and fucked up his pallbearers and made 'em drop his coffin It's fight music! [Kuniva] These beads I'm swingin is stingin 'em See all these niggaz? When I step in the club, I'm bringin 'em If any nigga lookin too hard, we Rodney King'n 'em Malice green to them and gasolinin 'em with premium Light a cigarette, flick it at 'em or spit it at 'em Hold up a picture of his family and kick it at him Blast while you right hookin, right when your wife's lookin Fuck fight music, bitch this is losin your life music! [Eminem] If I could capture the rage of today's youth and bottle it Crush the glass from my bare hands and swallow it Then spit it back in the faces of you racists and hypocrites who think the same shit but don't say shit You Liberace's, Versace's, and you nazis Watch me, cause you thinkin you got me in this hot seat You motherfuckers wanna JUDGE me cause you're NOT me You'll never STOP me, I'm TOP speed as you POP me I came to save these new generations of babies from parents who failed to raise 'em cause they're lazy to grow to praise me I'm makin 'em go crazy That's how I got this whole nation to embrace me And you fugazi if you think I'ma admit wrong I cripple any hypocritic critic I'm sic'd on And this song is for any kid who gets picked on A sick song to retaliate to, and it's called.. [Chorus] It's fight music! |
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from Eminem - Encore (2004)
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from Dr. Dre 2집 - 2001 (1999)
Ya'll know me
still the same ol' G But I been low key Hated on by most these niggas Wit no cheese no deals and no G's no wheels and no keys No boats no snowmobiles and no ski's Mad at me cause I can finally afford to provide my family wit groceries Got a crib wit a studio and it's all full of tracks To add to the wall full of plaques Hangin up in the office in back of my house like trophies But ya'll think I'm let my dough freeze Ho Please You better bow down on both knees Who you think taught to smoke trees Who you think brought the o' D's Eazy E's Ice Cube's and DOC's and Snoop D O double G's And a group that said muthafuck the police Gave you a tape full of dope beats The bomb weed stroll through in you hood And when your album sales wasn't doin too good Who's the doc that he told you to go see Ya'll better listen up closely All you niggas that said that I turned pop Or the Firm flop ya'll are the reason Dre ain't been getting no sleep So fuck ya'll all of ya'll If ya'll don't like me blow me Ya'll are gonna keep fuckin around wit me And turn me back to the old me Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say But nothin comes out when they move they lips Just a buncha gibberish muthafuckas act like they forgot about Dre Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say But nothin comes out when they move they lips Just a buncha gibberish muthafuckas act like they forgot about Dre So what do you say to somebody you hate Or anybody tryna bring trouble your way Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way Just study your tape of NWA One day I was walkin by Wit a walkmen on When I caught a guy givin me an awkward eye And strangled him off in the parkin lot wit his Karl Kani I don't give a fuck if it's dark or not I'm harder than me tryna park a Dodge But I'm drunk as fuck Right next to a humun truck in a two car garage Hoppin out wit two broken legs tryna walk it off Fuck you too bitch call the cops I'ma kill you and them loud ass muthafuckin barkin dogs And when the cops came through Me and Dre stood next to a burnt down house Wit a can full of gas and a hand full of matches And still one found out From here on out it's the Chronic 2 Startin today and tomorrows the new And I'm still loco and nuts To choke you to death wit a Charleston chew Slim shady hotter then a set of twin babies In a Mercedes Benz wit the windows up And the temp goes up to the mid 80's Callin men ladies Sorry Doc but I been crazy There is no way that you can save me It's ok go with him Hailey Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say But nothin comes out when they move they lips Just a buncha gibberish muthafuckas act like they forgot about Dre Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say But nothin comes out when they move they lips Just a buncha gibberish muthafuckas act like they forgot about Dre If it was up to me You muthafuckas would stop comin up to me Wit your hands out lookin up to me Like you want somethin free When my last cd was out you wasn't bumpin me But now that I got this little company Everybody wanna come to me like it was some disease But you won't get a crumb from me Cause I'm from the streets of I told em all All them little gangstas Who you think helped mold 'em all Now you wanna run around and talk about guns Like I ain't got none What you think I sold 'em all Cause I stay well off Now all I get is hate mail all day sayin Dre fell off What cause I been in the lab wit a pen and a pad Tryna get this damn label off I ain't havin that This is the millenium of Aftermath It ain't gonna be nothin after that So give me one more platinum plaque and fuck rap You can have it back So where's all the mad rappers at It's like a jungle in this habitat But all you savage cats Knew that I was strapped wit gats When you were cuddled wit cabbage patch Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say But nothin comes out when they move they lips Just a buncha gibberish muthafuckas act like they forgot about Dre Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say But nothin comes out when they move they lips Just a buncha gibberish muthafuckas act like they forgot about Dre Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say But nothin comes out when they move they lips Just a buncha gibberish muthafuckas act like they forgot about Dre |
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from Eminem - The Anger Management Tour [video, live] (2008)
[Dr. Dre]
Y'all know me, still the same O.G., but I been low key Hated on by most these niggaz wit no cheese, no deals and no G's No wheels and no keys, no boats no snowmobiles, and no ski's Mad at me cause I can finally afford to provide my family wit groceries Got a crib wit a studio and it's all full of tracks to add to the wall full of plaques Hangin up in the office in back of my house like trophies Did y'all think I'ma let my dough freeze? Hoe please You better bow down on both knees Who you think taught you to smoke trees? Who you think brought you the oldies? Eazy-E's, Ice Cube's, and D.O.C's The Snoop D-O-double-G's and the group that said mother-'Fuck Tha Police' Gave you a tape full of dope beats to bump when you stroll through in your hood And when your album sales wasn't doin too good who's the Doctor they told you to go see? Y'all better listen up closely All you niggaz that said that I turned pop, or The Firm flopped Y'all are the reason that Dre ain't been gettin no sleep so FUCK Y'ALL, all of y'all; if y' all don't like me, BLOW ME! Y'all are gonna keep fuckin around wit me and turn me back to the old me Chorus: Eminem (repeat 2X) Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin to say but nothin comes out when they move their lips; just a bunch of gibberish And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre [Eminem] So what do you say to somebody you hate (What?) Or anyone tryin to bring trouble your way? Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way? (YUP) Then just study a tape of N.W.A.! One day I was walkin by, wit a Walkman on, when I caught a guy give me an awkward eye (What you lookin at?) And strangled him off in the parkin lot, wit his Karl Kani I don't give a fuck if it's dark or not I'm harder than me tryin to park a Dodge when I'm drunk as fuck Right next to a humungous truck in a two-car garage {*CRUNCH*} Hoppin out wit two broken legs, tryin to walk it off 'Fuck you too bitch, call the cops!' I'ma kill you and them loud ass motherfuckin barkin dogs And when the cops came through me and Dre stood next to a burnt down house Wit a can full of gas and a hand full of matches And still weren't found out (RIGHT HERE) From here on out it's the Chronic 2 Startin today and tomorrow's the new And I'm still loco enough To choke you to death wit a Charleston Chew {*Eminem's vocal turntable*} Slim shady - hotter then a set of twin babies in a Mercedes Benz wit the windows up when the temp goes up to the mid 80's Callin men ladies; sorry Doc but I been crazy There's no way that you can save me It's okay, go with him Hailey (Da-da?) Chorus [Dr. Dre] If it was up to me, you muh'fuckers would stop comin up to me wit your hands out lookin up to me, like you want somethin free When my last CD was out, you wasn't bumpin me But now that I got this little company Everybody wanna come to me like it was some disease But you won't get a crumb from me Cause I'm from the streets of (Compton, Compton) I told em all - all them little gangstas Who you think helped mold 'em all? Now you wanna run around talkin bout guns like I ain't got none What you think I sold 'em all? Cause I stay well off Now all I get is hate mail all day sayin Dre fell off What cause I been in the lab wit a pen and a pad tryin to get this damn label off? I ain't havin that; this is the millenium of Aftermath It ain't gon' be nothin after that So give me one more platinum plaque and fuck rap! You can have it back So where's all the Madd Rappers at? It's like a jungle in this habitat But all you savage cats, know that I was strapped wit gats when you were cuddlin a Cabbage Patch Chorus |
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from D-12 - D12 World (2004)
(Eminem)
I'm gonna get my gun! (Interlude) Eminem: This motherfucker wants to disrespect me? Kon Artist: Em, Em, what the fuck you doing man? Eminem: I got something for his ass. Kon Artist: Calm Down Eminem: No YOU Calm Down! Kon Artist: Man. . what's you're problem? Eminem: Fuck that! The motherfucker want's to pop shit to me!? Kon Artist: Man, he wasn't poppin' shit. Eminem: You heard him he was poppin' them shit Kon Artist: What shit? Eminem: That shit! You heard him! Kon Artist: He asked for your autograph! (Swifty McVay) A mass murderer pack burners to blast further then you can get My shit be shooting threw bricks I mix anything togetha, I done guillotine a nigga Keep it heated, I pop clips with 17 or betta I'll be severin' heads, i'm in everyones nightmare A nigga that can never ever be scared of the feds And the niggas that'll fuck with you Stab and brass knuckle you Then have you in the public, theres nothing that you can do Enough with you're motherfucking tough talk, you're soft Get you're balls blew off, from a sawdof , Fa' raw dawg? Crazier then all yall , what you like the navy when i'm angry You'll never catch me hanging in a lops car All I have is thought of, breathing evil Desert Eagle's will eat threw people When I see you i'mma heat you're beef slow Fuck being peaceful, the piece in the vehicle and. . (Chours) (Eminem) I'M GONNA GET MY GUN! This motherfucker's poppin' that shit Nah fuck that i'll be right back I'M GONNA GET MY GUN! Nah motherfucker fuck you You ain't disrespecting me like that I'M GONNA GET MY GUN! Walk to the room, sixteen shot clip Bitch how you like that? I'M GONNA GET MY GUN! Bet you ain't know that I'm strapped Nice one, bitch this is my gat I'M GONNA GET MY GUN! (Kuniva) I bring it to niggas looking as if they want trouble I send they body flippin' around like a stunt double Forget about the fighting, scrapping, squabing, buckin' I'll squeeze the piece you jumping, dodging, duckin' Squat under trucks and screaming "that niggas bluffin'" I cuff my nuts while cussing "don't trust him" I round up Runyan, Dave, Wood and Nico My nigga Big I and Mal' lettin' the heat blow Heat sleep hoes got in you're neepo 'Cuz you keep shooting at me and missing like Shaq's free-throws You gotta hit a little closer if you wanna try Pistol whip a soldier, with a missle on his shoulders You can fold or blow ya' brick house into some tiny boulders A grimey older cab will leave you with a tiny odor I'm doggish, you feeling frogish, you leap bitch My car is right across the street bitch and . . (I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!) (Proof) My whole outfit count clips Get you're house lit the fuck up You're spouse shit, and you're mouse clip Betta' watch miscountliss, slugs imma send Watch you hollow when the hollow tips go threw you're skin I'm in love with the sin, tell Bugz i'mma see him When I cock back might put the door on you're friends Make a run, gotta him, bust a slug on his chin Ain't going no were like the drugs outta Kim I'm a psycho icon, a mightful might bomb Get a eye full of lid when I slight you're lights out With a street cleaner, whipe you're life out Bullets know at you're ears, like a Tyson fight bout Fuck the night clout, guns, clips...(I'M GONNA GET MY...) Fuck that run bitch! Hit the streets talks, chumps don't know me ?Aint no probably be home lonley? (Chours fades to background music) (Eminem) Dumbass motherfuckers allways gotta come to me with some dumb shit! . . .Fucking. . . I don't told this motherfucker. . Wassup bitch!? Autograph this!. . .oh shit (I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!) I'm trying to pull the trigger but its stuck!...FUCK! My shit is all jammed up!...UGH! C'mon you cock-sucking, good-for-nothing, mother-fucking piece of shit, shoot...AH! Yeah!, wattup bitch!? say that shit again! Shot the bullet missed, hit a brick, bounced of it, ricocheted back in his shin Went threw his bitch on his way back, hit his friend Payback homie, don't play that shit is spin To be on I told you to leave this shit alone Or...(I'M GONNA GET MY GUN) And it's a shame i'm to drunk to even aim Denaun stept in the way and I shot him in his leg Its like . . . (Kon Artist) It;s like Bang, Bang, Bang, nigga, Pow, Pow, Pow Everybody busting rounds like they "Ra',Ra',Ra'" But when you seee me in the street I be like wassup now? They bodyguard be stepping in trying to calm shit down (Chill out man) Fuck that I got a bone to pick You said it then have settle like some grown man shit Then me and you could talk about our problems couldn't we? Shoot a fair one and handled this situation seriously I guess not, you wanna' resort to the heater So I gotta grab my Mac and my Uzi and my Nina Step in between us and get shot ?But get seperated with the squeaza? You aint ready for war, Runyan ain't nothing to play with! (Chours) (Bizarre) Walk to Rite-Aid for a can of speghetti Its been one hour and bitch my photo's aint ready Picture's of my dog and my family reunion It's been two hours and my fucking days ruined Hey "Kate" do you wanna get raped? Have my pictures on fucking Philips 38 That's why I don't be fucking battle rapping 'Cuz everytime I loose, this is what the fuck happens (Gun shots) Back to these pictures I was trying to get developed This man tried to get in front of me, I wouldn't let him I'm ready to blow this bitches brains out I'm nervous, I farted, some shit came out Times up, shot her with a gun Got on my cell phone and called Rev. Run And all this crazy shit I, regret it. . . 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from D-12 - D-12 World [Explicit Version] (2006)
(Eminem)
I'm gonna get my gun! (Interlude) Eminem: This motherfucker wants to disrespect me? Kon Artist: Em, Em, what the fuck you doing man? Eminem: I got something for his ass. Kon Artist: Calm Down Eminem: No YOU Calm Down! Kon Artist: Man. . what's you're problem? Eminem: Fuck that! The motherfucker want's to pop shit to me!? Kon Artist: Man, he wasn't poppin' shit. Eminem: You heard him he was poppin' them shit Kon Artist: What shit? Eminem: That shit! You heard him! Kon Artist: He asked for your autograph! (Swifty McVay) A mass murderer pack burners to blast further then you can get My shit be shooting threw bricks I mix anything togetha, I done guillotine a nigga Keep it heated, I pop clips with 17 or betta I'll be severin' heads, i'm in everyones nightmare A nigga that can never ever be scared of the feds And the niggas that'll fuck with you Stab and brass knuckle you Then have you in the public, theres nothing that you can do Enough with you're motherfucking tough talk, you're soft Get you're balls blew off, from a sawdof , Fa' raw dawg? Crazier then all yall , what you like the navy when i'm angry You'll never catch me hanging in a lops car All I have is thought of, breathing evil Desert Eagle's will eat threw people When I see you i'mma heat you're beef slow Fuck being peaceful, the piece in the vehicle and. . (Chours) (Eminem) I'M GONNA GET MY GUN! This motherfucker's poppin' that shit Nah fuck that i'll be right back I'M GONNA GET MY GUN! Nah motherfucker fuck you You ain't disrespecting me like that I'M GONNA GET MY GUN! Walk to the room, sixteen shot clip Bitch how you like that? I'M GONNA GET MY GUN! Bet you ain't know that I'm strapped Nice one, bitch this is my gat I'M GONNA GET MY GUN! (Kuniva) I bring it to niggas looking as if they want trouble I send they body flippin' around like a stunt double Forget about the fighting, scrapping, squabing, buckin' I'll squeeze the piece you jumping, dodging, duckin' Squat under trucks and screaming "that niggas bluffin'" I cuff my nuts while cussing "don't trust him" I round up Runyan, Dave, Wood and Nico My nigga Big I and Mal' lettin' the heat blow Heat sleep hoes got in you're neepo 'Cuz you keep shooting at me and missing like Shaq's free-throws You gotta hit a little closer if you wanna try Pistol whip a soldier, with a missle on his shoulders You can fold or blow ya' brick house into some tiny boulders A grimey older cab will leave you with a tiny odor I'm doggish, you feeling frogish, you leap bitch My car is right across the street bitch and . . (I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!) (Proof) My whole outfit count clips Get you're house lit the fuck up You're spouse shit, and you're mouse clip Betta' watch miscountliss, slugs imma send Watch you hollow when the hollow tips go threw you're skin I'm in love with the sin, tell Bugz i'mma see him When I cock back might put the door on you're friends Make a run, gotta him, bust a slug on his chin Ain't going no were like the drugs outta Kim I'm a psycho icon, a mightful might bomb Get a eye full of lid when I slight you're lights out With a street cleaner, whipe you're life out Bullets know at you're ears, like a Tyson fight bout Fuck the night clout, guns, clips...(I'M GONNA GET MY...) Fuck that run bitch! Hit the streets talks, chumps don't know me ?Aint no probably be home lonley? (Chours fades to background music) (Eminem) Dumbass motherfuckers allways gotta come to me with some dumb shit! . . .Fucking. . . I don't told this motherfucker. . Wassup bitch!? Autograph this!. . .oh shit (I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!) I'm trying to pull the trigger but its stuck!...FUCK! My shit is all jammed up!...UGH! C'mon you cock-sucking, good-for-nothing, mother-fucking piece of shit, shoot...AH! Yeah!, wattup bitch!? say that shit again! Shot the bullet missed, hit a brick, bounced of it, ricocheted back in his shin Went threw his bitch on his way back, hit his friend Payback homie, don't play that shit is spin To be on I told you to leave this shit alone Or...(I'M GONNA GET MY GUN) And it's a shame i'm to drunk to even aim Denaun stept in the way and I shot him in his leg Its like . . . (Kon Artist) It;s like Bang, Bang, Bang, nigga, Pow, Pow, Pow Everybody busting rounds like they "Ra',Ra',Ra'" But when you seee me in the street I be like wassup now? They bodyguard be stepping in trying to calm shit down (Chill out man) Fuck that I got a bone to pick You said it then have settle like some grown man shit Then me and you could talk about our problems couldn't we? Shoot a fair one and handled this situation seriously I guess not, you wanna' resort to the heater So I gotta grab my Mac and my Uzi and my Nina Step in between us and get shot ?But get seperated with the squeaza? You aint ready for war, Runyan ain't nothing to play with! (Chours) (Bizarre) Walk to Rite-Aid for a can of speghetti Its been one hour and bitch my photo's aint ready Picture's of my dog and my family reunion It's been two hours and my fucking days ruined Hey "Kate" do you wanna get raped? Have my pictures on fucking Philips 38 That's why I don't be fucking battle rapping 'Cuz everytime I loose, this is what the fuck happens (Gun shots) Back to these pictures I was trying to get developed This man tried to get in front of me, I wouldn't let him I'm ready to blow this bitches brains out I'm nervous, I farted, some shit came out Times up, shot her with a gun Got on my cell phone and called Rev. Run And all this crazy shit I, regret it. . . 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from Eminem - Stan [single] (2001)
Yo.. yo! (* Eminem hachs up spit *)
Mic check.. (My dick!) Testing.. one, two (* Eminem hach-spits on mic *) Ffff-fuck.. (My dick!) My nuts.. My attitude is worse than NWA's was I'll battle you over stupid shit and diss people who ain't have shit to do with it, like Cool J does (My tattoo!) You see me standin outside of your buildin; screamin, "Puffy is good, (HEY!) but Slim Shady is for the children!" (WAIT!) I look at my life in a new light -- fuck it Give me two mics; I write songs for me -- fuck what you like You're probably hear me rap half-hearted; cause I don't like rap anyway I'm just tryin to get my porno career started Every place and event.. +Been There, Done That+ Shit, Dre stuck me in a suitcase when he went (* zipper sound *) "Come on, let's go!" Want a deal? Study these 5 chapters Lesson One: Throw demos as hard as you can at signed rappers Lesson Two: Face em and diss em (whattup dog?) Don't give em a demo; kidnap em (I want you to come with me) and make em come to your basement and listen (you're gonna fuckin check this out) Lesson Three: Get a job at a label; switch demos with Canibus and put yours on the owner's table (here listen!) Lesson Four: 'Know you heard this before' "Hey let me get your number; I'll call you tomorrow, for sure!" Don't act like a fan -- you wanna get signed? Get the whitest A&R you can find Pull him aside and rap as wack as you can Lesson Five: Get a hook-up at Jive Dress up like I.C.P. and have them come see you perform live And that's the key, but when you see me on the street; I ain't givin you shit bitch - don't even bother askin me (get away from me) Toilet water splashes me right in the ass when I'm spittin cause I'm always shittin when I'm rappin like Master P (UNNNGGGGH!) Got a blowjob from Paula Jones, and stuffed it so far in her mouth my balls broke both of her collarbones (OWW!) Told Mya this shit was all about me-ah ("It's all about me..") Gave Alyssa Milano syphillis, mono and gonorrhea ("You're a dick!") And all three of my main girls said SEE-YA Cause Brandy and Monica walked in and caught me fuckin Aaliyah (What? Oh my God!) I splish splash while I'm takin a bath Grab a handful of pills, break em in half, take em and laugh White trash -- fuckin your wife in the ass ("Oh! Ooh Shady! Oooh!") While you're out siphoning gas for your lawnmower to cut the grass So if I hurt your self-esteem and you get dissed too bad (Yo why you diss me?) You know I just be sayin that to get you mad And when I rap about a buncha shit you wished you had (A big dick!) You know I just be sayin that to get you mad "I can't listen to that song, that shit's too sad!" You know I just be sayin that to get you mad "He'll never make it, his wrist is slit too bad!" (Nurse! Nurse!) You know I just be sayin that to get you mad What a wonderful day; I should go outside and play Ain't no need to sit inside the house and hibernate Hi Renee! (Oh hi!) I was just about to toss a live grenade in your driveway (WHAT?) and drive away (* car peels out *) Are you afraid of a blade made of a razor with AIDS Blood drippin from it, rippin your stomach like a paper mache You talk a lotta shit, but you was never ill though I'm sick enough to beat you to death with a feather pillow Tipped over some cows, just for a joke and a laugh (MOOOOO!) Jumped up, choked a giraffe, snapped his neck and broke it in half Wagin wars, went on stage and sprayed Cage with +Agent Orange+ And wiped my ass with his page in Source (Here!) The demon is here, steamin this year I rip (*Mystikal's*) voicebox out, scream in his ear (AHHHHHH!) It's not a gimmick bitch, it's an image I live it Give a fuck? I don't know what a fuck is to give it "Yeah I don't think this guy is well.." I'm high as hell I'll beat you with a live cat when I'm swinging him by his tail (* impersonating Method Man *) I'll fuckin, I'll fuckin Lay your nuts on the dresser Just your nutsack by itself And bang them shits with a spiked bat Cut your neck off and sew your head right back And leave you like that You just triggered the prick who just mixed liquor Who's itchin to leave you disfigured and stiffer than Chris-topher Reeves, I was teething with strep throat while your mother was breastfeeding And gave her the flesh-eating disease I'm iller than takin a hammer and beatin your knees and walkin through South Central L.A., bleedin in jeans (Am I a Blood or a Crip?) Wakin up the next day in breathin machines Flashin back to being shot and repeatin the scenes on how you just got smoked, and if you do live You'll be too scared to tell it, like a Biggie and 'Pac joke So if I hurt your self-esteem and you get dissed too bad You know I just be sayin that to get you mad And when I rap about a fat bitch that you wished you had You know I just be sayin that to get you mad "I can't listen to that song, that shit's too sad" You know I just be sayin that to get you mad "He'll never make it, his wrist is slit too bad" You know I just be sayin that to get you mad I know that makes you real mad, don't it? (uh-huh) That's right, Slim Shady (yup) Sway & Tech Sprayin wreck (bitch) And we don't give a heck (uh-uh) or a damn.. or a fuck.. or a shit So suck my motherfuckin dick |
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from D-12 - Devils Night (2001)
[Eminem] Hey yo dawg I got some shit on my motherfuckin chest that I need to get off cause, if I don’t I’ma fuckin explode, or somethin Now look - this is a story about some little fuckin girls that I know It goes like this.. It’s so easy for me to make enemies any more it’s sickening People are lookin for an excuse to jump on my shitlist Stickin their noses in shit that isn’t none of their business I never asked, cared, gave a fuck, or wanted opinions Now I’m in the position that, I don’t wanna be in - shit I never had no beef with your corny son of a bitches But now the shit is broke and you can’t do nothin to fix it So I’m tellin you right now - motherFUCK a Limp Bizkit Now I’ma be real, B-Real was real He ain’t say shit the whole time me and Whitey was beefin; see he chilled He was cool with the whole situation and kept it neutral I’d have never involved my crew if it wasn’t for Pupils Peoples, whatever your backpackin cypherin name is Had I not opened a magazine and seen what you sayin and I’da never involved you, but you had to add your two pennies Now I gotta go grab my shitlist and add some new enemies Hit the studio and I’ll admit, I had a few in me Fuck it, I roasted you, I ain’t mad at you any But let it be known that song was never released, it leaked I’da never gave you that much attention intentionally Then I look on the TV, now look who’s mentionin me That little fuckin weasel, DJ Lethal, on MTV After I gave you props in that song, you on national TV Talkin bout Everlast is gonna whip my ass when he sees me? Come on dawg, you was supposed to be on that song Talkin bout how bad you hate him, now you all on his thong? What’s wrong? You scared, and Fred, you said you was dissin him too I shoulda knew better than to listen to you You fuckin sissy, up on stage, screamin how people hate you They don’t hate you They just think you’re corny since Christina played you And I dare you motherfuckers to try to diss me back That’s a sissy act, and don’t call me kissin my ass Cause I swear to God this ain’t just a song I’m tryin to pre-warn you Lethal when I fuckin see you dawg I’m swingin on you! Motherfuckers must think cause I’m in trouble with the law that I won’t jaw ‘em, up my sentence and double it tomorrow [Chorus] Y’all some - girrrrls - y’all are some god damn girls Why do you act this way? - Why do you act this way huh? Why do y’all act like fuckin sissies you pussies keep talkin shit behind my back you just some bitches for that And we all knowwww - we all know, hah How fuckin cowards rollll - “keep rollin rollin rollin” In fuckin Bentley’s and pretend to be down But as soon as someone calls you out You put your tail between your legs and bow dowwwn [Eminem] Now I don’t ask nobody to share my beliefs, to be involved in my beefs I’m a man, I can stand on my feet So if you don’t wanna be in ‘em all I ask is that you don’t open your mouth with an opinion and I won’t put you in ‘em Cuz I don’t ask nobody to share my beliefs, to be involved in my beefs I’m a man, I can stand on my feet So if you don’t wanna be in ‘em all I ask is that you don’t open your mouth with an opinion and I won’t put you in ‘em Now see if you diss me and I respond, the beef is on But if I help you sell one record and I see you at a show, I’ll strip you naked See I was smart, I came back and scooped up my friends Now I got five dawgs that’ll die for me like I’ll die for them I’ll fight for them, swing or shoot like I fight for Kim All of ‘em been with me through this fucked up life that I’m in That goes for all of my dogs, from Royce to Dre From Xzibit to Mel-Man, ’til I’m hoist away in my coffin I’ll never soften no matter how often I’m tested I’ll never give a fuck, I won’t never be interested Love me or hate me as much as Fred wants to be hated I will solemnly stand by every statement I stated This shit that I been through my pencil never could pencil But I will never be this gullible ever again though (nope) Next time I’ll know when someone’s copyin off me I’m not bein cocky, I just know when somebody’s mockin me I stick up my middle finger, he sticks up his finger (hey!) I say “Fuck Christina” he says “Fuck Christina” but meaner So from doin a song with Method to beggin to get accepted I’m peggin Fred with the bottle of dye that he bleached his head with And as for Lethal, don’t forget what I said I’m fuckin you up punk, you’re dead! Don’t think that I’m playin And fuck BIZKIT! Cause I know you’re sayin fuck D-12 Only not to our face, under your breath, to yourselves [Chorus] You little - girrrrls - motherfuckin females Why do you act this way? - Why do y’all act this way huh? Why do y’all act like fuckin sissies you pussies keep talkin shit behind my back you just some bitches for that And we all knowwww - now we all know the truth How fuckin cowards rollll - “keep rollin rollin rollin” In-fuckin-dent me’s and pretend to be down But as soon as someone calls you out You put your tail between your legs and bow dowwwn [Eminem] Now I don’t ask nobody to share my beliefs, to be involved in my beefs I’m a man, I can stand on my feet So if you don’t wanna be in ‘em all I ask is that you don’t open your mouth with an opinion and I won’t put you in ‘em Cuz I don’t ask nobody to share my beliefs, to be involved in my beefs I’m a man, I can stand on my feet So if you don’t wanna be in ‘em all I ask is that you don’t open your mouth with an opinion and I won’t put you in it And that’s it, that’s all there is to it dawg If you didn’t wanna do the fuckin song don’t say you’re down with doin the fuckin song and then back out at the last minute And then go on motherfuckin MTV talkin about Everlast can whip my motherfuckin ass If you’re scared of Whitey Ford dog just say you’re scared of Whitey Ford, that’s it That’s all you had to fuckin say, I wouldn’ta said shit I woulda backed off, did the motherfuckin song myself and not put you motherfuckers in it, that’s all Now I ain’t even on no rap shit no more I’m on some fuckin-you-up shit when I see you And I will see you too; oh, and by the way Fred That wasn’t an accident I didn’t mean to give you a play at the Music Awards Haha.. |
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from D-12 - Devils Night Initial Run [UK Only Version] (2006)
Eminem
Girls (Limp Bizkit Diss) Ayo dog I got some shit on my motherfuckin chest that I need to get off cuz If I don't I'ma fucking explode or somethin Now look This is the story about Some little fuckin girls that I know It goes like this It's so easy for me to make enemies anymore it's sickenin People are lookin for an excuse to jump on my shit list Stickin their noses in shit that isn't none of their business I never asked, cared, gave a fuck, or wanted opinions Now I'm in a position that I don't wanna be in shit I never had beef with you corny son of a bitches But now this shit is broke and you can't do nothin to fix it So I'm telling you right now Motherfucker Limp Bizkit Now I'ma be real B-Real was real He ain't say shit the whole time me and Whitey was beefin See he chilled He was cool with the whole situation and kept it neutral I'da never involved my crew if it wasn't for Pupils Peoples, whatever your backpacking cyphering name is Had I not opened a magazine and seen what you sayin I'da never involved you But you had to add your two pennies Now I gotta go grab my shit list and add some new enemies Hit the studio and I'll admit I had a few in me Fuck it, I roasted you, I ain't mad at you any But let it be known That song was never released, it leaked I'da never gave you that much attention intentionally Then I look on the TV Now look who's mentionin me That little fuckin weasle, DJ Lethal, on MTV After I gave you props on that song you on national TV Talking 'bout Everlast is gonna whip my ass when he sees me Come on dawg, you was supposed to be on that song Talkin 'bout how bad you hate him Now you all in his thong What's wrong, you scared, and Fred, you said you was dissin him too I shoulda knew better than to listen to you You fuckin sissy Up on stage screaming how people hate you They don't hate you They just think you're corny since Christina played you And I dare you motherfuckers to try to diss me back That's a sissy act And don't call me kissin my ass Cuz I swear to God this ain't just a song I'm trying to prewarn you Lethal, when I fuckin see you dawg, I'm swingin on you Motherfuckers must think cuz I'm in trouble with the law That I won't jaw Up my sentence and double it tomorrow Y'all are some Girls (y'all are some God damn girls) Why do you act this way? (why do you act this way, huh?) Why do y'all act like fuckin sissies You pussies keep talkin shit behind my back You just some bitches for that And we all know (we all know, ha) How fuckin cowards roll (keep rollin' rollin' rollin') In fucking Bentleys And pretend to be down But as soon as someone calls you out You put your tail between your legs and bow down Now I don't ask nobody to share my beliefs Or be involved in my beefs I'm a man I can stand on my feet So if you don't wanna be in 'em All I ask is that you don't open your mouth with an opinion And I won't put you in 'em Cuz I don't ask nobody to share my beliefs Or be involved in my beefs I'm a man I can stand on my feet So if you don't wanna be in 'em All I ask is that you don't open your mouth with an opinion And I won't put you in 'em Now see if you diss me and I respond The beef is on But if I help you sell one record And I see you at a show I'll strip you naked See I was smart I came back and scooped up my friends Now I got five dawgs that'll die for me like I'll die for them I'll fight for them, swing or shoot, like I'll fight for Kim All of them been with me through this fucked up life that I'm in That goes for all my dawgs from Royce to Dre From Xzibit to Melman Till I'm hoist away In my coffin I'll never soften no matter how often I'm tested I never give a fuck I won't ever be interested Love me or hate me As much as Fred wants to be hated I will solemnly stand by every statement I've stated The shit that I been through My pencil never could pencil But I won't ever be this gullible ever again, no Next time I'll know when someone's copyin off me I'm not bein cocky I just know when somebody's mockin me I stick up my middle finger He sticks up his finger I say fuck Christina He says fuck Christina, but meaner So from doin a song with Method To beggin to get accepted I'm peggin Fred With the bottle of dye that he bleached his head with And as for Lethal don't forget what I said I'm fuckin you up punk You're dead Don't think that I'm playin And fuck Bizkit Cuz I know you're sayin fuck D12 Only not to our face, under your breath, and to yourselves Little Girls (motherfucking females) Why do you act this way? (why do you act this way, huh?) Why do y'all act like fucking sissies You pussies keep talking shit behind my back You just some bitches for that And we all know (now we all know the truth) How fucking cowards roll (keep rollin' rollin' rollin') In fucking Bentleys And pretend to be down But as soon as someone calls you out You put your tail between your legs and bow down Now I don't ask nobody to share my beliefs Or be involved in my beefs I'm a man I can stand on my feet So if you don't wanna be in 'em All I ask is that you don't open your mouth with an opinion And I won't put you in 'em Cuz I don't ask nobody to share my beliefs Or be involved in my beefs I'm a man I can stand on my feet So if you don't wanna be in 'em All I ask is that you don't open your mouth with an opinion And I won't put you in 'em And that's it That's all there is to it dawg If you don't wanna do the fuckin song Don't say you're down with doin the fuckin song And then back out at the last minute And then go on motherfuckin MTV Talking about Everlast can whip my motherfuckin ass If you're scared of Whitey Ford dawg Just say you're scared of Whitey Ford That's it That's all you had to fuckin say I wouldn't a said shit I woulda backed off Did the motherfuckin song myself And not put you motherfuckers in it That's all Now I ain't even on no rap shit no more I'm on some fuckingyou up shit when I see you And I will see you, too Oh, and by the way, Fred That wasn't an accident I didn't mean to give you a play at the Music Awards Ha ha |
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from D-12 - D-12 World [Explicit Version] (2006)
(Eminem)
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5 ,4, 3, 2, 1 Ready or not here we come, here comes trouble in the club 11,12,13, pistols big as M 16's How the fuck we sneak in with this many heaters in our jeans Nina, 2 nina's, a peace and they dont even see us Some shit pops off we squeeze each one they gon' think its machine guns Vanos vo vano, bananas in our flannels Hands around our colt handles, hold them like roman candles Vannas vo vannas, banana fanna fo fannas Who come back all bananas, banna clips loaded Managers, bouncers and the club owners, the motherfuckers dont want us To come up and rush in the club and run up in it with a bunch of motherfuckers from Runyan, steady poppin them onions, Ready set to go nut up, prepare to tear the whole club up Fixin to get into some shit just itchin to choke someone up You know we finna loc'n when we mixin coke with coke and nut rum up Yeah Yeah oh, what up, see my people throw shit up See you talk that hoe shit now when you down you dont get up And can't sit up your so slit up, the ambulance wont sew you up They just throw you up in the trunk once they tag your big toe up Heater no heater, automatic no matic Mac or no mac it dont matter if I have or dont have it You never know what im packin' so you just dont want no static And open up a whole can of whoop ass you dont wanna chance to risk it no biscuit, mili mac a mac milli Really homie dont be silly, homie you dont know me really You're just gonna make yourself dizzy wonderin what the dealy Fuck it lets just get busy D Twizzys back up in the hizzy! (Eminem - Chorus) Git Up Now! Lets get it crackin, Git, Its on and poppin Its D12 is back up in this bitch, uh, there aint no stoppin We're gonna get it crackalatin What you waitin for the waiters orders Say no more fo tryin to play the wall and quit hatin Git Up Now! Notice you're sittin, what the fuck is you deaf You motherfuckers dont listen, I said, We bout to get this motherfucker crackalatin' Quit, procrastinatin' What the fuck you waitin for get off the wall and quit hatin 'n Git Up Now! (Swift) I keep a shit load of bullets a pitpull to pull it out (?) and automatically explode on motherfuckers until they mouth be closed permanently you get burned until i quickly you can not hit me niggaz to terrified to come get me, tempt me if you think Swifty won't send a slug, people run, when the reaper comes, the repercussions' gon' leak your blood, Inglewood, steppin' without a weapon, you leave, you gone, I'm still runnin' with stolen toasters while on parole, snatch you out our home, like eviction notices hoe, when I unload, I'm known to never leave witnesses to roam, when I'm blowed, I'll write the wicked in scroll, at the toll, when I'm sober I'm prone to roll up and disconnect your soul, *****. (Kuniva) Now it's proven it's about to be a misunderstanding in furniture moving, bullets flying, lawyers & mothers suing cause niggas don't know the difference, you bitches just stick to fiction it's sickening, you can't even walk in my jurisdiction rippin' it, grippin' the pump and who wanna fuck with a walking psychopathic pyromaniac shady cats with 80 gats and maybe thats the reason that you gon' get it the worst a and since you jumpin' in front of everybody you gon' get it first I dispurse the crowd with something vigor and versatile so go on and record you verses now while you got a mouth, and it's not a joke, it's some kind of riddle, Kunizzle will lift up a 12 gizzle and throw a party from my equittle, and a glock that ? stop you from waking, bullets'll hit your liver, I'll even shoot native americans, a ? nigga, we back in you life and back in your wife, hit you in the back with a knife and get it crackin' tonight. (Chorus) (Bizarre) Ha-ha-ha-ha... yeah! D12... We back! Ha-ha! (Git Up Now!) Ha-ha-ha-ha... Runyan Ave. soldiers! Amityville. Who the fuck want it with us? Nobody... ha-ha-ha-ha! |
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from D-12 - D12 World (2004)
[Intro]
Dawg....I shouldn’t have left, They wouldn’t have tried this shit if I was wit ya Maybe we would have picked another time Or chose anotha way Or maybe my prayers would have convinced him to choose another soul Shit, its just me and my mentoni now Man you look so peaceful now...how can I argue wit that They say... [Chorus] They say the good die young, Thats why I think that you should have fun (when your young) Cos time won’t wait for noone (uh huh) When god calls, you gotta go home (go home) They say the good die young, (die young) Thats why I know that we go’ have fun, In this life cos you only get one When god comes for me, don’t cry till Im home (??) [Kon Artis] Its true that everybody heard, there mama say every days like this When you see, one of your friends die in the mist In the struggle, went through circumstances Arrested every day just to prove a point to a friend Even then, accidents are prone to happen to any man A woman is dumb enough to pretend That her, god won’t hold them accountable for sins If they commit, they try to repent to ?? But I guess (thats just the way things go) I was blessed to see 24 (24) To wake up to that how my name is video Motivated me to write what i wrote And I knew my little brother sold dope An mom and daddy want to move our road I did it, I still got a lot to prove and show I just which we aint have to lose Bugz to the struggle Cos you know... [Chorus] They say the good die young, Thats why I think that you should have fun (when your young) Cos time won’t wait for noone (uh huh) When god calls, you gotta go home (go home) They say the good die young, (die young) Thats why I know that we go’ have fun, In this life cos you only get one When god comes for me, don’t cry till Im home (??) [Bizzare] I know you used to Bizzare on some silly shit But Niggas in my cliq, is dying quick In detroit, niggas don’t party They pull a .44 out, snatch off bacardis Thats why I keep the pistol under the trunk Im 27 years old, too old to be gettin jumped And fuck rap, I miss Karnail Pitts, b-u-g-z Tattoed on my wrist Me and you in the jeep, listen to ?? beats Its a shame me and Fuzz don’t even speak I got married, my wife name is D Peace to 31 and 51-50, miss you [Kuniva] I came back on that tragic, my phone rung And Bizarres voice tellin me, Bugz was gone home It was like a knife piercing my chest and I couldn’t breath I didn’t wanna accept it, didn’t wanna believe it I swear with this weight dawg, I cried so hard Literally, Denaun had to carry me to the car While I stand in this booth now its tearin me apart But I had to let it out cos it was tearin at my heart Cos he died over somethin so petty and so small A human life is so very precious I hope ya’ll Understand how I’m feelin cos I love you bugz I wanna rhyme wit you, laugh wit you, hug you bugz But I can’t and you was so close to seein dreams A coward came along and took you away from the team So don’t mistake this track, its just another song This goes out to everyone who lost a loved one Cos you know [Chorus] They say the good die young, Thats why I think that you should have fun (when your young) Cos time won’t wait for noone (uh huh) When god calls, you gotta go home (go home) They say the good die young, (die young) Thats why I know that we go’ have fun, In this life cos you only get one When god comes for me, don’t cry till Im home (??) [Proof] They say its never too late, to have an early childhood If I could, turn back the hands of time, God should Forgive what i did as a kid to run blocks Now my dreams are just dream cops and gun shots The fun stops when your homies up in a box My dudey bole, rest his soul, snuffed by the cops I use to ?? a lot, if theres a guy by me say somethin If you love her so much why didn’t u gave nothin When he took my homie, snuck was only in 11th grade Now I hope to see your face at the heaven gates It aint never late in the game, this hatin remains With a grudge to see slugs straight through my frame My heart aches with the pain, the life in his breath We gotta have fun now, theres only minutes left In the depth, distress young as a ??? did To ?? [Chorus] They say the good die young, Thats why I think that you should have fun (when your young) Cos time won’t wait for noone (uh huh) When god calls, you gotta go home (go home) They say the good die young, (die young) Thats why I know that we go’ have fun, In this life cos you only get one When god comes for me, don’t cry till Im home (??) [Swifty] When I was younger I knew four brothers that wasn’t wise That crash and the driver died, My partner on the passenger side was paralysed And Im surprised by the look of that ride that the other peeps survived Nine months later another one died Somebody shot him in the side when he was startin up his ride 3 years go by, I made a hell of a run And thats when funky got done, a joey playin wit guns And ??, karty was my man And reggy, I wish that I was wit you in that van And Bugz if it wasn’t for you You know I wouldn’t be standin in this booth, Thats the truth, I miss ya’ll... [Chorus x2] They say the good die young, Thats why I think that you should have fun (when your young) Cos time won’t wait for noone (uh huh) When god calls, you gotta go home (go home) They say the good die young, (die young) Thats why I know that we go’ have fun, In this life cos you only get one When god comes for me, don’t cry till Im home (??) |
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from D-12 - D-12 World [Explicit Version] (2006)
[Intro]
Dawg....I shouldn’t have left, They wouldn’t have tried this shit if I was wit ya Maybe we would have picked another time Or chose anotha way Or maybe my prayers would have convinced him to choose another soul Shit, its just me and my mentoni now Man you look so peaceful now...how can I argue wit that They say... [Chorus] They say the good die young, Thats why I think that you should have fun (when your young) Cos time won’t wait for noone (uh huh) When god calls, you gotta go home (go home) They say the good die young, (die young) Thats why I know that we go’ have fun, In this life cos you only get one When god comes for me, don’t cry till Im home (??) [Kon Artis] Its true that everybody heard, there mama say every days like this When you see, one of your friends die in the mist In the struggle, went through circumstances Arrested every day just to prove a point to a friend Even then, accidents are prone to happen to any man A woman is dumb enough to pretend That her, god won’t hold them accountable for sins If they commit, they try to repent to ?? But I guess (thats just the way things go) I was blessed to see 24 (24) To wake up to that how my name is video Motivated me to write what i wrote And I knew my little brother sold dope An mom and daddy want to move our road I did it, I still got a lot to prove and show I just which we aint have to lose Bugz to the struggle Cos you know... [Chorus] They say the good die young, Thats why I think that you should have fun (when your young) Cos time won’t wait for noone (uh huh) When god calls, you gotta go home (go home) They say the good die young, (die young) Thats why I know that we go’ have fun, In this life cos you only get one When god comes for me, don’t cry till Im home (??) [Bizzare] I know you used to Bizzare on some silly shit But Niggas in my cliq, is dying quick In detroit, niggas don’t party They pull a .44 out, snatch off bacardis Thats why I keep the pistol under the trunk Im 27 years old, too old to be gettin jumped And fuck rap, I miss Karnail Pitts, b-u-g-z Tattoed on my wrist Me and you in the jeep, listen to ?? beats Its a shame me and Fuzz don’t even speak I got married, my wife name is D Peace to 31 and 51-50, miss you [Kuniva] I came back on that tragic, my phone rung And Bizarres voice tellin me, Bugz was gone home It was like a knife piercing my chest and I couldn’t breath I didn’t wanna accept it, didn’t wanna believe it I swear with this weight dawg, I cried so hard Literally, Denaun had to carry me to the car While I stand in this booth now its tearin me apart But I had to let it out cos it was tearin at my heart Cos he died over somethin so petty and so small A human life is so very precious I hope ya’ll Understand how I’m feelin cos I love you bugz I wanna rhyme wit you, laugh wit you, hug you bugz But I can’t and you was so close to seein dreams A coward came along and took you away from the team So don’t mistake this track, its just another song This goes out to everyone who lost a loved one Cos you know [Chorus] They say the good die young, Thats why I think that you should have fun (when your young) Cos time won’t wait for noone (uh huh) When god calls, you gotta go home (go home) They say the good die young, (die young) Thats why I know that we go’ have fun, In this life cos you only get one When god comes for me, don’t cry till Im home (??) [Proof] They say its never too late, to have an early childhood If I could, turn back the hands of time, God should Forgive what i did as a kid to run blocks Now my dreams are just dream cops and gun shots The fun stops when your homies up in a box My dudey bole, rest his soul, snuffed by the cops I use to ?? a lot, if theres a guy by me say somethin If you love her so much why didn’t u gave nothin When he took my homie, snuck was only in 11th grade Now I hope to see your face at the heaven gates It aint never late in the game, this hatin remains With a grudge to see slugs straight through my frame My heart aches with the pain, the life in his breath We gotta have fun now, theres only minutes left In the depth, distress young as a ??? did To ?? [Chorus] They say the good die young, Thats why I think that you should have fun (when your young) Cos time won’t wait for noone (uh huh) When god calls, you gotta go home (go home) They say the good die young, (die young) Thats why I know that we go’ have fun, In this life cos you only get one When god comes for me, don’t cry till Im home (??) [Swifty] When I was younger I knew four brothers that wasn’t wise That crash and the driver died, My partner on the passenger side was paralysed And Im surprised by the look of that ride that the other peeps survived Nine months later another one died Somebody shot him in the side when he was startin up his ride 3 years go by, I made a hell of a run And thats when funky got done, a joey playin wit guns And ??, karty was my man And reggy, I wish that I was wit you in that van And Bugz if it wasn’t for you You know I wouldn’t be standin in this booth, Thats the truth, I miss ya’ll... [Chorus x2] They say the good die young, Thats why I think that you should have fun (when your young) Cos time won’t wait for noone (uh huh) When god calls, you gotta go home (go home) They say the good die young, (die young) Thats why I know that we go’ have fun, In this life cos you only get one When god comes for me, don’t cry till Im home (??) |
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Trackback from :: Der Steppenwolf :: 2010-07-11 19:51:49
Subject : Eminem, Deez, and The-Dream
