"Music To Be Murdered By - Side B" (2020)

• Alfred (Intro)
• Black Magic
• Alfred's Theme
• Tone Deaf
• Book Of Rhymes
• Favorite Bitch
• Guns Blazing
• Gnat
• Higher
• These Demons
• Key (Skit)
• She Loves Me
• Killer
• Zeus
• Thus Far (Interlude)
• Discombobulated

Alfred (Intro) lyrics - eminem (feat. Alfred Hitchcock)

 [Alfred Hitchcock:]

Thus far, this album has provided musical accompaniment to make your passing pleasant

Our next number is designed to drown out the sound of shovels

Music to be buried by

Black Magic lyrics - Eminem & Skylar Grey

 [Skylar Grey (Eminem):]

Black magic, night walker (Yeah)

She haunts me like no other (Feel like)

Nobody told me (I don't know) love is pain, oh (I know we just met)

Black magic, dark water (But it's like)

Surrounds me like no other (It's like I know you better than anyone)

She's got my heart in chains

[Eminem:]

We're volatile, I can't call it, though

It's like too large a peg, and too small a hole (Yeah)

But she cheats and I catch her like the common cold (Sneeze)

Last time, I broke her collar bone, she's intolerable (Yeah)

All I know is that the sex is phenomenal, though

We're an unlikely pair (Yeah)

Like two different Nike Airs

But I'm the same size she wears (Jordans)

So I think we're soulmates though (Yeah)

People don't like us together, but like we care (Not me, not me)

Yeah, but God strike me dead (Yeah)

She knows that I would walk over hot coals

For her with both of my feet bare (Yeah)

But soon as I ask to hit (Ask to hit)

It's like she grabs a switch (Grabs a switch)

And turns me over her knee

'Cause my ass is whipped, yeah

And I got her back, but I'm spineless (Yeah)

So when she stabs me in mine (Yeah)

It's like I just can't feel the knife (What?)

As she pokes, jabs it, and slices

One minute, she'll build me up (Up)

The next, she'll push me 'round

Probably why she calls me "dumbbell"

She lifts me up (Yeah), then puts me down (Huh)

But I am under her thumbnail

I must be under her spell

It's like lookin' right into a gun barrel

But none of these hoes can fuck with my girl

She got that—

[Skylar Grey:]

Black magic, night walker

She haunts me like no other

Nobody told me love is pain, oh

Black magic, dark water

Surrounds me like no other

She's got my heart in chains

[Eminem:]

We wake up, break up, make up like Maybelline

Now she's all made up like make-believe

Probably why she's so fake to me

But what the fuck's it gonna take for me to make her see?

Strip her naked and take her keys

I been plannin' this day for weeks

But I can't tell if I'm 'wake or 'sleep

But if this is actually happenin', "sucker for pain"

I'm stuck in this radioactive pattern

But her by her motherfuckin' hair's

All I "imagine draggin'" (Dragon)

She lunges, attacks, and scratches

But I ain't gonna stand for that shit

Like Kaep for the National Anthem

As I stab, I'm laughin'

So much for witchcraft and magic

Abracadabra that, bitch

No turnin' back, I'm blackin'

As I say farewell to the love of my life, I cut and I slice

I give her one last hug goodbye

Wipe the blood off my butterfly knife

Watch her fuckin' die right in front of my eyes

But in hindsight

Think I just wanted to see what her insides look like

As I pop another five Vic's

That's what this high's like

Look down, there's mud on my Nikes

Shovel at my side, blood on my mic

Now wake up to Music To Be Murdered By like—

Alfred's Theme lyrics - eminem

 Before I check the mic (Check, check, one, two)

I give it an extra swipe with a Lysol disinfectant wipe (Good evening)

Coronavirus in effect tonight

Antiseptics on deck, I got every type (Yeah)

I throw on my tux, then I (Yeah) give zero fucks, then I (Yeah)

Act like a jockstrap (Uh), cup my nuts, then I (Yeah)

Check my ball hair (What?), make sure it's all there (Yeah)

Then call the pallbearer (Yeah)

It's Music to Be Murdered By again, why stop?

Overkill like a pipe bomb in your pine box

You're all hitched to my cock (What?)

Went from punchin' a time clock to getting my shot

Then treated it like a cyclops

Like it's the only one I (Only one eye) got

And my thoughts are like nines cocked (Chk-chk)

Every line's obscene, pervertedest mind, got the dirtiest rhyme stocked

That's why there's parental advising (Visine) every time I drop (Eye drop)

So throw on the theme to Alfred, I'll channel him like the Panama Canal

But how could I get up in arms about you saying trash is all that I put out?

Bitch, I still get the bag when I'm putting garbage out

Plus, the potty mouth, I'm not about to wash it out

The filthiest, so all this talk about "I'm washed up", how preposterous

Because if cleanliness is next to godliness

It's obvious that it's impossible for me to be beside myself

And I'm 'bout that capital like a proper noun

Still on top the pile

Got me sitting on numbers like a pocket dial

Quick to call you out on your bullshit

Don't make me give that crock a dial

'Cause if I do it, see you later, alligator

Made it out the trailer, then I made a vow to cater to no one

So hate, I've gained about the same amount that's in my bank account

So here's some more shit for you to complain about, I say the

Bars that never slack (Yeah), but always get attacked (Yeah)

I think they're gunnin' for me, it's startin' to feel like that

Like I'm marked, 'cause when I rap, it's like fallin' on my back in a tar pit

'Cause I have this target on my back (Ew, yuck)

But if I ever double-crossed my fans and lost my Stans

I'd probably pop five Xans (Yeah)

Go in my garage, start my van

Inhale as much carbon monoxide and exhaust I can

And doze off like [*snores*]

But odds like that, with these thoughts I have's like a giant getting squashed by ants

If this is the test of time, I'd pass with flying colors

Like I just tossed my crayons (Tossed my crayons)

Small, medium, and large size cans

Sanitizers of all types, brands, cost nine bands

Which is a small price for Lysol wipes and

If my palms brush across my pants, I wash my hands

Shit, hold on, man

Motherfucker

Happy birthday to—

Fuck (Shh, quiet)

I sit in silence in candlelit environments

Sipping Wild Irish while getting violent

Homicidal visions when I'm spitting like this

But really I'm just fulfilling my wish of killing rhymes

Which is really childish and silly, but I'm really like this

I'm giving nightmares to Billie Eilish, I'm Diddy's side bitch

What the fuck? Hold on, wait

"I'm Diddy's side bitch?"

Oh, I'm still east side, bitch

So 'til the E-N-D, since EPMD

Been givin' y'all the business (Yeah), D-R-E and me (Yup)

From the MMLP to (Huh?) MTBMB (Bitch)

Bitch, it's 2020, you still ain't seein' me (Haha)

So call me Santa Claus (Santa Claus)

'Cause at the present (Yeah), I out-rap 'em all (Wrap 'em all), I'm at the mall

Got your bitch in a bathroom stall, she could suck a basketball (Uh)

Through a plastic straw (Yeah) with a fractured jaw (Damn)

My dick is coat check (Ha), she wanna jack it off (Yeah)

I'm so far past the bar, I should practice law

Mentally, I'm fucked up generally (General Lee) (Duh)

Dukes of Hazzard car (Yeah), get the cadaver dogs

'Cause this is murder, murder and you'll get murked, murked

This music 'bout to kill you, brr, brr (Brr)

This chicken hit my phone, she said, "Chirp, chirp"

I said, "Hut, hut, hike your skirt, skirt"

Then go eat some worms, like the early bird

What the fuck is love? That's a dirty word

Make me fall in it, there's not a girl on Earth

Or any other planet, that's a world of hurt

And I won't buy a designer, 'cause I don't pander (Panda)

But I'm back with so many knots, I need a chiropractor (Damn)

And this the final chapter (Why?), 'cause I'm either frying after (Oh)

Or they gon' give me the needle (What?) like a vinyl scratcher (DJ)

Yeah, I'm a card, like Hallmark

At Walmart with a small cart buying wall art

And y'all who claim to be dogs aren't

No bite, like a tree, mostly just all bark, arf, arf

But y'all pickin' the wrong tree, they call me dog because I'm barking (Bar king, bark, bark, barking)

And I got a lot, yeah, like where cars park

I'd describe it as bowling (Why?) ball hard (Ball's hard)

'Cause the gutter's where my mind is and when

It's in this frame, better split like the five and the ten

'Cause without a second to spare, I'm strikin' again

And when the beat is up my alley, I go right for the pens (Pins)

The cypher begins

I'm talkin' smack like heroin, the mic's a syringe

It's like a binge, Vicodin, I would liken to tin

My mind is a recycling bin

There's no place I never been

But I never budge and I never bend

You hyperextend on me, this game's life, it depends

Like adult diapers for men

Even when I'm rappin' less stellar

It's sour grapes, I still whine, I'm the best seller (Cellar)

Like a trey deuce, spray you as these shots penetrate through Dre's booth

And go straight through your grapefruit, no escape route

So you won't leave here just scathed with a few scrape wounds

Your ass is grass and I am not gonna graze you

But if bars were semi-mac's, I'd be the Mad Hatter

'Cause I got so many caps, and you don't have any straps (Nah)

So you'd be a fitted (Yeah), so don't act like you fittin' to snap

Bitch, I'll pee (P) on your head like a Phillies hat (Haha)

No stoppin' me, you're on a window shopping spree

Bitch, you probably go broke at the Dollar Tree

You never buy shit, all you ever cop's a plea

You're always punkin' out like Halloween

You rather opt to flee, you need to stop it, punk

Homie, you're not a G, act like you got the pump

And you're gonna cock the heat or get the Glock and dump

Bitch, if you shot a tree, you wouldn't pop the trunk

Yeah, and I'm buddies with Alfred, we about to

Disembowel them, gut 'em and scalp 'em, yeah

This is 'bout to be the bloodiest outcome

'Cause we gon' make you bleed with every cut from this album

So I'm choppin' 'em up like Dahmer

The nut job with the nuts that are bigger than Jabba the Hutt

I'm in the cut, and I'm out for the blood

It's lookin' like it's that time of the month

Carvin' 'em up with the bars while I sharpen 'em up, dog and a mutt

I'm gonna fuck your mom in the butt with a thermometer, fuckin' phenomenal, but

Y'all'll get cut the fuck up like abdominals if you don't vámonos

I keep droppin' like dominos, the formidable, abominable

Stompin' a mudhole in my comp even if it's off the top of the dome

Son 'em, get the Coppertone, I'm at the Stop and Go coppin' the Mop and Glo

Got your stomach in knots like you swallowed rope

You out of pocket though, like a motherfuckin' wallet stole

Wait, why'd the beat cut off?

Fuck it

Tone Deaf lyrics - eminem

 Yeah, I'm sorry (Huh?)

What did you say?

Oh, I can't hear you

I have an ear infucktion and I cunt finger it out (Out), yeah (I need autotune)

Yeah

It's my alter ego's fault

These evil thoughts can be so dark

Cerebral palsy, three Zolofts

I eat, doze off to "Rico Suave" (Look it up)

Cadillac with a ladder rack in the back, with a cracked axel, a backpack full of Paxil

A black satchel, a knapsack and a flask full of 'gnac and Jack Daniels

Girl, let's go back, back to my castle (Yeah)

I don't wanna hassle you, Alexandra

But my dick's an acronym 'cause it stands for you (Stands for you, oh)

Wait, Alexandra who? (Damn)

All I know is Friday, I met you (What?)

Saturday, I'll probably forget you

Guess that's what the Molly and X do (What the fuck?)

'Cause who the fuck am I laying next to? (Huh)

But ever since D-Nice To Tha Rescue, Fila Fresh Crew (Uh)

I been a lab rat (Yeah) from a test tube (Uh)

I'm goin' in like the red roof (Red Roof Inn)

You don't like it, eat a cock 'til your jaw breaks (Yeah)

Call it caught between a rock and a hard place

Like a sasquatch in a crawlspace

'Cause you're watchin' your heart race like you're Scarface

In a car chase with the cops or an arcade

Stuck inside of a Mario Kart race duckin' saw blades

At a stop and a start pace

What I'm tryin' to say is I'm drivin' 'em all crazy

I can't understand a word you say (I'm tone-deaf)

I think this way I prefer to stay (I'm tone-deaf)

I won't stop even when my hair turns grey (I'm tone-deaf)

'Cause they won't stop until they cancel me (Yeah, yeah)

I see the rap game, then attack the verses (Uh)

Turn into a graveyard packed with hearses (Yeah)

Just like your funeral, I'm at your service (What?)

Pockets on stuffed like a taxidermist (Woo)

Just landed in Los Angeles when this chick Angela and her grandmother in a tan

Colored van pull up with a hand full of Xans

And a substantial amount of gan' just to ask what my

Grand plans for the night are (Yeah)

I said, "Sneak into the Sleep Inn for the weekend and pretend it's a five-star," yeah

I leap into the deep end of the pool

I can show you where the dives are (Get it?), ha

We don't even gotta drive far

I know this spot that is so live

But I'm tryna get some head first (What?), like a nosedive (Haha)

So many side chicks, can't decide which to slide with and which should I ditch

So when it comes to ass, bitch, I get behind like the Heimlich (Get behind, yeah)

Had one chick who liked to flip sometimes on some switchin' sides shit

Pushed her out, the side kick, then I flipped the lil' white bitch off like a light switch (Bitch)

It's okay not to like my shit

Everything's fine, drink your wine, bitch

And get offline, quit whinin', this is just a rhyme, bitch (Rhyme, bitch)

But ask me will I stick to my guns (Guns) like adhesive tape? (Adhesive tape)

Does Bill Cosby sedate once he treats to cheesecake and a decent steak? (Huh?)

You think gettin' rid of me's a piece of cake?

I'm harder than findin' Harvey Weinstein a date (Damn)

And that's why they say I got more lines than Black Friday

So save that shit for the damn library (Shh)

You heard of Kris Kristofferson? (Yeah)

Well, I am Piss Pissedofferson (Oh)

Paul's askin' for Christmas off again

I said, "No," then I spit this song for him

It goes

I can't understand a word you say (I'm tone-deaf)

I think this way I prefer to stay (I'm tone-deaf)

I won't stop even when my hair turns grey (I'm tone-deaf)

'Cause they won't stop until they cancel me (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Bitch, I can make "orange" rhyme with "banana" (Yeah)

Oranana

Eating pork rinds, sword fightin' in pajamas

At the crib, playin' Fortnite with your grandma

But I'm more like a four-five with the grammar

'Bout to show you why your five favorite rappers can't touch this

But before I get the hammer

I should warn you, I'm Thor-like in this manner (Thor)

But the day I lose sleep over you critiquin' me or

I ever let you cocksuckers eat at me

I'd need to be a motherfuckin' pizzeria

But you ain't gettin' no cheese from me

I went from Little Caesars, BLTses, grilled cheeses

Bein' dirt poor to filthy rich, I'm still me, bitch

Like a realtor, that's real tea, bitch (Real talk)

Aftermath, bitch, whole camp's lit

We put out fire, Dre stamps it

With my cohorts, hit a bogart

Yeah, got your whole squad yellin', "Oh, God"

Here comes Barshall with no holds barred

Bitch, I'm a hurricane, you're a blowhard

Like your old broad, she full of semen, like the coast guard

And life's been pretty good to me so far (Yeah), for the most part

Had a couple of run-ins with popo, caught

A couple assault charges, got a few priors like crowbars (Priors)

Which is so odd 'cause I'm forty-eight now

That 5-0's startin' to creep up on me like a patrol car (Woo)

I'll be an old fart, but you don't want no part, so, bitch, don't start (Don't start)

Simmer down, compose yourself, Mozart

I ain't went nowhere, call me coleslaw

'Cause I'm out for the cabbage and I'm so raw

And if time is money, you have no clocks

And any folk caught within close proximity's gettin' cold-cocked

My enemies, I'm a chimney, give me the smoke, opps

And R.I.P. to King Von, and it don't stop, and I know not

What the fuck you say? I told y'all, it ain't me, it's my alter ego's fault

But if y'all wanna cancel me, no prob

I'll tell you the same thing I told Paul (Woo)

I can't understand a word you say (I'm tone-deaf)

I think this way I prefer to stay (I'm tone-deaf)

I won't stop even when my hair turns grey (I'm tone-deaf)

'Cause they won't stop until they cancel me (I'm tone-deaf)

Book Of Rhymes lyrics - eminem (feat. DJ Premier)

 I don't smile, I don't frown, get too up or get too down (Nah)

I was here, so were you, you came and went, I stuck around (Yeah)

Still here now, stop me how? Your opinion's like a broken calculator

That shit doesn't count

Shut your motherfuckin' mouth

I'm emptyin' (I'm emptyin') my book of rhymes (My book of rhymes)

Get 'em all off my pad, every thought that I had

I said I'm emptyin' (I'm emptyin') my book of rhymes (My book of rhymes)

Get 'em all off my pad (Yeah), every thought that I had

Haven't used all the tricks I have, so like my balls, I'm in my bag (My bag)

Get a little teste when I'm mad (I'm mad), sick of wrestling this iPad (iPad)

Unsuccessfully, I might add

And I know it's best to leave it lie

But even I get obsessed with reading everything

And let it get the best of me 'til I snap ('Til I snap)

But I need to get off the internet (Get off the internet)

I need to get on the mic (Get on the mic)

You need to get off the internet (Internet)

You need to get you a life

Why you waste time just to comment on shit? (Comment on shit)

Especially shit you don't like (Shit you don't like)

Don't like it, don't listen, but don't tell me 'bout your favorite rapper rippin' some shit he didn't write (Shit he didn't write)

What happened to Slim? He was no cap with the pen

He used to rap like the people his music was for

He was exactly like them

The dude who used to be poor, why can't he tap into him?

Can't use that excuse anymore

He's mad at the wind, he's in a nuclear war

With a cloud, he's yellin' at it again

I talked to your mother, she told me she loved me

All she wanna do is just hold me and hug me

Wants nobody but me, she showed me the Dougie

Can I get a witness like notary public? (Preach)

She said, "Kick some fly shit" (Fly shit)

I said, "I got wings on my ass" (Wings on my ass)

Told her my dick's a cockpit (Dick's a cockpit)

I fly by the seat of my pants (Seat of my pants)

Sinful thoughts, this beat is crazy, this shit's retarded

This instru's mental (This instru's mental) to mini-bars, incidental charges

When did it start? I been cold-hearted in this heart since kindergarten

Mental sharpness which makes Slim a walking dentist office, bitch, I invented flossin'

Yeah, I used to wonder (I used to wonder) where my next meal's gonna come from (Meal's gonna come from)

Now, I just wonder (Now I just wonder) where my next mill's gonna come from (Mill's gonna come from)

I cannot have no success (Have no success), unless when I finally make it (Finally make it)

I get to remind all the haters (Remind all the haters) who shitted on me when I'm on my way up (I'm on my way)

My floor is y'all fool's ceilings

If I was you, I would step or find yourself twisted

That's how you'll wind up like spiral stairs

I will swear on a stack of Bibles

I will tear new behinds out of rivals, even your idols, I don't care

It's Music to Be Murdered By, so Bon Iver can swallow a fuckin' Ja Rule bobblehead

And die slow like Alzheimer's (Ha-ha)

Lone sniper, I hold a microphone like a loaded rifle

My dome's brighter, all I spit from my skull's fire

All that's missing's a motorcycle with the chrome wires, spoke tires

And y'all are flow biters, so I don't gotta

Explain why they call me your ghostwriter

I'm emptyin' (I'm emptyin') my book of rhymes (My book of rhymes)

Get 'em all off my pad, every thought that I had

I said I'm emptyin' (I'm emptyin') my book of rhymes (My book of rhymes)

Get 'em all off my pad, every thought that I had (Illa)

Haven't used all the tricks I have, so like my balls, it's in my bag

I tend to get a little testy when I'm mad

But gift of gab and pen to pad turn temper tantrums into anthems

Put lips to ass and kiss the cracks, spit your damnedest

You're still gonna hit the canvas

Rippin' rappers, veterans to whippersnappers

Mr. Mathers is killin' this shit, villainous wit with scant less

Syllables rip the planet, biblical shit's fittin' to hit the fan

Anybody wanna go tit for tat's gonna get hit with that

Then the amygdala hippocampus is gonna trigger the ignoramus

To think of the most ridiculous shit to spit then

Pit it against these pitiful rappers

Insidious, these idiots wittiest shit against me shitty as MC Hammer's

Get your whole squad, send a task force in

If you want it, you're 'bout to get what you asked for then

Put your helmet on, strap your chin

You're 'bout to get you a crash course in

Who not to start a motherfuckin' rap war with

Or to go against, fuck would you wanna do that for?

No offense, but are you retards slow or dense?

A fuckin' penny has more sense

Yeah, now you gotta get killed, but it's not a big deal, but every thought is so ill

And so methodical, thought I swallowed a pill

I'm starting to feel like I'm an automobile

With Barnacle Bill inside the car at the wheel

Inside a carnival, 'cause I'm plowin' into everyone who wrote snidey articles

And that explains why the fuck you clowns are all in my grill

Joy and pain, fortune, fame, torture, shame, choice I made

Swore someday the world would pay less to lose, more to gain, daughters raised

Yesterday, glory days, adored and praised, ignored the hate

Addressed the fake, toured with Dre, tore a page from Jordan came

Destroyed the game before you came, enjoy your stay

Before it's gone away, but the more you claim that you're gonna point and aim

If it joined a gang, your shit isn't going to bang

You're just boring, lame and more of the same

You have an enormous chain, but a stormless brain

The most you can form is rain

Your shit is pointless, same as a scoreless game

So, bitch, quit lyin', you're denyin' like Mr. Porter's name

Borderline bipolar disorder since my stroller

Eyes rollin' back in my skull like Eli Porter

Fire mortar (Brr) rounds, Ayatollah, every iota I load up

I owe to my motor mouth

This is my note to self

Sometimes you're gonna bomb

So you just might have to blow yourself up with no one's help

I just wrote it down in my book of rhymes

Preemo, take us out

Writin' in my book of rhymes

My book of rhymes, my book of rhymes

I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm eastside

Writin' in my book of rhymes

My book of rhymes, my book of rhymes

I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm eastside

Favorite Bitch lyrics - eminem (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

Nah, for real, you know what I'm sayin'? Like

Like music's my first love, right?

But what it turned into is like

You know, these, these cats got it now, she just like a ho

(They ain't doin' it now to make music)

You know what I mean? (Yeah)

It's not real (Yeah)

Switched it up, then everybody

Done changed the shit on that damn

Yeah, everybody done ran through it

Mumble rappin'

Ain't no more substance in shit

Right, right

They don't treat it the way it needs to be treated

I kinda want that old thing back

Yeah, I was young, I was hungry

I was chasin' the bag at twenty-one, I was lucky

To find an uneaten fucking (What?) honeybun I forgot about

Now I got money falling out, fifties, hundreds, and twenties (Twenties)

And I know nothing is funny 'bout the Manchester bombing

But we got something in common (What?), both of us are alarming

Foul, disgusting, and awful (Yeah), so repugnant and ugly (Yup)

I could give the Boston Marathon a run for its money, yeah

And you could say I'm a little bit immature

But this type of literature got me a little richer

But I get insecure when them other dudes hit on you, girl

You're letting 'em fiddle with your clitoris

Remember you were my fucking...

You used to be my favorite bitch

Things'll never be the same, ain't it funny how you changed

Up and flipped the script?

You done let a bunch of lames fall through and complain

That I can't permit

You ain't have to do it like that, told you I'll be right back

Look what you did, I need a new chick

Like the music, I had to bounce on my favorite bitch

Always hated my smile

Mama told me it's goofy

I'd get picked on at school

Come home and she'd school me

She never sugarcoated it to me

She said if I wasn't so stupid and ugly, I wouldn't always get bullied (True)

I think of my struggles (Yeah) and get emotional

Could be 'cause how behind the eight-ball and far in the hole that they put me

Now I'm on a roll like a Tootsie (Yeah)

I'm just trollin' you pussies

But I'm like a stroller 'cause you'll see just how I roll if you push me

But that's what I do this music for

When I was goin' through some of the hardest times, I drew from her

But she's like the devil 'cause I just can't let loose of her

Plus the thought of losin' her makes me wanna just let loose on her

Then I hit the studio, tryna rendezvous with her

Tell her, "It's a butt-dial girl," yeah, booty call (Haha)

That's how it used to be, 'cause you and me, we ruled the world

And we made Curtis blow (Fifty)

Fuck, I miss them days

You used to be my favorite bitch

Things'll never be the same, ain't it funny how you changed

Up and flipped the script?

You done let a bunch of lames fall through and complain

That I can't permit

You ain't have to do it like that, told you I'll be right back

Look what you did, I need a new chick

Like the music, I had to bounce on my favorite bitch

You fuckin' leavin' me, bitch?

I don't think so, sit your motherfuckin' ass down

I swear to God, you run to that door

I'ma put one in the back of your fuckin' head

I'ma ask you this one time

The answer better be, "Yes"

Would you marry me again?

Now that everything is changed (Yeah)

It'll never be the same (Nah)

As the era whence we came (Who?)

From Nas to Pac, Rak' (Yeah), Eric B. and Kane (I know)

But I know a few from this era that are lyrically insane

And although most are never gonna hit the level Cole or Weezy at

Or be emotionally attached to Yo! MTV Raps (Yeah)

Runnin' home from school to catch an episode

The feeling that it gave you to rip the plastic off the tape

You hold and peel it back, yeah

Tear it off, then play it (What?)

I swear to God, four o'clock

We'd crowd around the TV, Butter in his underwear and socks

When Nani was Kon Artis (Yeah) and Proof had his hair in locs (Doody)

Yeah, back when Flavor Flav had us wearing clocks

(Back when) Back when Ed Lover (Yeah)

When there was two Dr. Dre's, that's a paradox (Pair of Docs)

But I never thought I'd get so jealous

At the thought of letting you go psychologically

It's gonna bother me, my eyes are already watery

Part of me don't wanna stop (Yeah) 'til I get you back

'Cause I gotta put the work in and tell you I'm never givin' this up

Other part wants to tell you just to get fucked

Go back to whatever dick that you sucked (Ah)

Get back together with them, you slut

Givin' up the vagina like a trip to the gynecologist

When I helped you become bigger than you were

But I guess that it slipped your mind, you must be biding your time

Looking for someone to come along that'll make you feel like I did back when you were mine, huh? (Damn)

But truthfully, it was never really you and me exclusively

And there's too many new MC's you can choose between

But no matter how many motherfuckers ran through

Bet they can't do it like me

But I can't keep burnin' the candle at both ends

And I can't handle it when I leave and you find another one

Now I gotta take this beat and dismantle it

I won't grieve when I kill you

But if I can't have you, bitch, nobody can

Hear me? I used to be your favorite, bitch 

Guns Blazing lyrics - eminem (feat. Dr. Dre & Sly Pyper)

 It's time to face the music

A stay of execution

No more distribution

(The fuck you doin'?)

You did this to me

I'm right back on my bullshit, right back out on these streets

Just remember that you did this to yourself (Yeah, you did it to yourself)

Now you gotta suffer the consequences

Back up to bat and swingin' for the fences (Remember that)

Let's make one thing clear (Here), here, my dear

My resolute for this year

No pollution, fresh air

My solution, long hair with a fat ass, I'm deadass

Mile high club 'til I jet lag

Rothstein flow, Casino

And you're just like Ginger, we know

Single negro, I don't need your (Double standards and hypocrisy)

And that fake handholdin' on Father's Day

You a different motherfucker when you're not with me

Been sleepin' with the enemy, mockery

It's like I'm John F. Kennedy, shots at me

Yes, I'm president of debauchery

None of that bullshit ever got to me

'Cause your pillow Brillo, ditto

Breakin' this shit down little by little

I ain't got time for the fuckin' pom-poms

Shoulda never let this dog out of that kennel

Wastin' time, debatin' 'bout

Who I'm with when I'm not around

Just don't forget who you fuckin' wit'

When steppin' on hallowed ground

('Cause) You did this to me (Yeah, I'm)

Right back on my bullshit, right back out on these streets

Just remember that you did this to yourself (Yeah, you did it to yourself)

But now you gotta suffer the consequences

(And "sorry" isn't gonna help, nah)

How many times have I got burnt and tried to act like I'm not hurt? (What?)

Or take you back and we not work, like clockwork

This shit is agony, you're draggin' me, Glocks burst

Just remember, you drawed first

You ain't toe taggin' me, ho-bag, any blowback, you deserve

Get the bozack, bitch (Yeah), my soul's blackening

So actually, this could've been a lot worse (Why?)

I could've name-dropped you in my verse (Yeah)

But out of respect for your daughter

I won't blow your spot up 'cause your toddler

Does not deserve to get caught up in our dirt (Damn)

And good luck with the father

Bitch, you're stuck with him now, ah-fuckin'-ha

Word to the doctor, these are wounds you cannot nurse

Hope it's drivin' you bonkers that I'm not yours (Oh no, woo)

Guess I must've got wise, you are not sly

Just 'cause you can make up an on-the-spot lie

I'm comin' out, guns blazin', shots fired

Hand sani', I'm cutting off ties

Bitch, everything you own's in a box, bye

Guess it's back to the trailer and pot pies

Hope I pull up to the window at Popeyes

One day and you'll be servin' me hot fries 'cause (You did this to me)

Taste of your own medicine

You shedded skin, yeah, you reptilian bitch

Off of your knees (Yeah), beggin' for forgiveness

Yeah, look at you, marry him again, bitch

You ain't Em's bitch, you're just regular him's bitch

We will never be together again, ever

And when you're in bed with him and you wish you was with me

Just remember that

You did this to me (Yeah, now)

I'm right back on my bullshit, right back out on these streets (Look what you did)

Just remember that you did this to yourself (Yeah, you did it to yourself)

But now you gotta suffer the consequences

(And "sorry" isn't gonna help)

Remember that (Michelle) you did this to me (Yeah)

I'm right back on my bullshit, right back out on these streets (Fuck around and make you famous)

Just remember that you did this to yourself (Yeah, you did it to yourself)

But now you gotta suffer the consequences (Oh no)

(So when I'm hittin' someone else and you're)

Wastin' time, debatin' 'bout

Who I'm with when I'm not around

Just don't forget who you fuckin' wit'

When steppin' on hallowed ground

Gnat lyrics - eminem

 Yeah, yeah, sick

(d.a. got that dope)

They say these bars are like COVID (Bars are like COVID)

You get 'em right off the bat (You get 'em right off the bat)

Infected with SARS and Corona (Infected with SARS and Corona)

Like you took a bite off of that (Damn)

And it goes from martian to human (Yeah)

That's how the virus attacks (That's how the virus attacks)

They come at me with machine guns (Brr)

Like trying to fight off a gnat

Still stackin' my chips, hoes, higher than Shaq on his tiptoes

Atop the Empire State Buildin', this shit is like child's play, children

I will anni-nihilate, kill them, I'll fuck around and pile eight million

Dead little juveniles, wait, chill, then, I'll await my trial date 'til then

Ain't nothin' you say can ever trump (Nah), mic, pencil get killed (Yeah)

If you're hypersensitive, I wasn't referencin' the vice president, chill (Chill)

I mean my penmanship at times tends to get ill, violence but with skill

That's why I hence when I write ends up with the mic and pencil gettin' killed (Yeah, hold up)

And I'm still ride or die for the squad (Yeah)

So you know which side that I'm on

If a battle line's ever drawn, but if I get involved

It'll be like K9's in a brawl

But not similar to Mike Vick at all

'Cause even if I don't have a dog in the fight

They ain't never gonna get rid of the fight in the dog

Got stripes like a tiger, so you might get mauled, a mic in the palms

Like claws, I can swing right for your jaw and rip it off with one swipe of the paw

Bitch, you still on my dick or naw? (Naw)

If I suck, your wife is a straw (Straw)

I'm sick and I'm not gonna cover my mouth next time that I cough 'cause

They say these bars are like COVID (Bars are like COVID)

You get 'em right off the bat (You get 'em right off the bat)

Infected with SARS and Corona (Infected with SARS and Corona)

Like you took a bite off of that (Damn)

And it goes from martian to human (Yeah)

That's how the virus attacks (That's how the virus attacks)

They come at me with machine guns (Brr)

Like trying to fight off a gnat (Yeah, yeah)

And d.a. got that dope he sends to me (Uh-huh)

It's like pneumonia symptoms and contracting COVID instantly

Which is what separates my flow from theirs, so that no one gets even close to this to pose a risk to me

So vocalistically (What?), that's social distancing (Yeah)

Flow going viral, you best stay strapped

With that Lysol and get way back

Get that Pine-Sol and that Ajax

'Cause this dry cough is just like football umpires callin' a playback

Bitch, back the fuck up like fifteen yards, these rhymes call for a face mask (Face mask)

'Nother fourteen-day quarantine, they're cordoning off everything

This shit lookin' like a horror scene, like me metaphorically (Damn)

'Cause them stay-at-home orders seem like they just keep getting more extreme

Who knows when this nightmare will end (Marilyn)? Like Monroe, Norma Jean

Still got that heroin lyrical drip with that morphine and that Thorazine

'Cause I'm so fuckin' dope (Dope) and you're a fiend

And that's the one thing that hasn't changed (Nope), for some semblance of normalcy

But I might need that Hydrochloroquine 'cause I got that (Yeah)

The Dark Horse, I'm a knight-mare

Mom fed me Valium like air

Thought that's why they called it a high chair (Woah)

I got a contact like eyewear

Woah, wait a minute, bitch, let me lie here

20/20 hindsight in my side mirror

Every year, you drop the ball like Times Square

My hair trigger whenever I get an idea

Fuck, now my name rings out like a sponge mop

And my drip was a drop

In the bucket, so that gun shot

You just heard just now in that one spot

Just came from the nine mil' that I just got

That's big bucks and I got a full money clip and I'm loaded

I ain't even mean to go the fuck off

I'm still totally inappropriate with an opiate

Groping it while I'm holding it like a trophy

I'm hoping a little codeine'll get me OD'in'

Woah, everything is slow, I begin to floating

I know that I'm getting loaded, the pen exploded

Hiroshima with the flows, a utopia

With the dope, I'm an OG, I'm like the G.O.A.T.

Here to get your goat little bit of sodium, it's assault (A salt)

When I'm at the podium, at your throat, holy camoly

I'm in the zone with the shit I'm on

Get Imodium and a commode because nobody's even close

You're petroleum to plutonium, you're a phony

I'm at the crib with your ho, got her at the pole like voting with no clothing

Stripped down to a toe ring and here we go with the gloating

I've got my nose in the air like a Boeing

Then I got into a little bit of an argument with her

So I took a little lick of a Klonopin at dinner

Then I hit her with the motherfucking ottoman and bit her

Then I shot her in the liver, delivered her to the bottom of the river

But I'm probably gon' jump in the water with her

With a wad of money 'cause I got a lot of it

And when it come to drippin', I be soppin' like a hundred mile an hour

Never runnin' out of either one of 'em, I gotta get it 'cause

They say these bars are like COVID (Bars are like COVID)

You get 'em right off the bat (You get 'em right off the bat)

Infected with SARS and Corona (Infected with SARS and Corona)

Like you took a bite off of that (Damn)

And it goes from martian to human (Yeah)

That's how the virus attacks (That's how the virus attacks)

They come at me with machine guns (Brr)

It's like trying to fight off a gnat (Fight off a gnat)

Higher lyrics - eminem

 Yeah

You know, I've been around for a while now

Not sure if I have much left to prove

Yeah I do, haha

I look at me now, I'm thinkin, "Damn"

How proud of me I am

What I did is nothin' to sneeze at

Even if your allergies are bad

I'm up in a balcony in France

I look around, I see the fans

How they surround me in the stands

Probably could drown in a sea of hands

They're hollerin', "Shady" ("Shady")

Yelling it out to me and that's what I mean when I say

That one day someway, somehow, if I get the chance to get a crowd

I'd flip it around and have a crowd give me the chants

(I've done it all, man)

But in actuality, I haven't, yet

Where am I supposed to go from here? (Woah-oh-oh) Hey

Really I have no idea (All)

All I know is every time I think I hit my ceiling (Yeah, oh)

I go higher than I've ever fuckin' been (My only question is)

Where am I supposed to go from here? (Woah-oh-oh) Hey

Really I have no idea (All I know is, all)

All I know is every time I think I hit my ceiling (Yeah, oh)

I go higher than I've ever fuckin' been

Got no time for no haters in this bitch

Or toleration for this shit

But like medication, my dedication

And the time it takes to do this shit

Reminds me of how an overcrowded hospital waiting room'll get

What I mean is maybe I have more patience (patients) than I'm able to admit

Yeah, but I'm still mentally stable as a three-legged table in this bitch

Fame was a switch, but I was grateful to trade this shit for the trailer with a hitch

That it would make me a raving lunatic

But I made it through my situation, I hit pay dirt

Now I get paper like a stapler in this bitch

But just 'cause I made a little bit of change

Don't mean I've changed a little bit

Brain full of wit, dangerous, can't extinguish this English language when it's lit

And I'm just berating you with it, it's Shady 'til I'm eighty-two

I'll spit this crazy, even Dre, he knows (nose) I'ma blow

Better get the handkerchief again, haha

Where am I supposed to go from here? (Woah-oh-oh) Hey

Really I have no idea (All)

All I know is every time I think I hit my ceiling (Yeah, oh)

I go higher than I've ever fuckin' been (Know I talk about this shit a lot, my only question is)

Where am I supposed to go from here? (Woah-oh-oh) Hey

Really I have no idea (All I know is, all)

All I know is every time I think I hit my ceiling (Yeah, oh)

I go higher than I've ever fuckin' been

Oh, now what am I gonna do?

Can't nothing hold me, I'm on the loose

Born a winner, damn, it's so hard to lose

I can do it even when I'm tryin' to

When my record flops, it still go through the roof

This atmosphere's for a chosen few

Who was on they grind makin' money moves

And you ain't gon' get there if you watered-down

You gotta take shots with a hundred proof (Check it out)

Been in survival mode

Since a five year old, it was I alone

Since my trike was stole, spiral notebook and microphone

But lookin' back how bad it was then

If it hadn't been for the pad and the pen

Addict mom and deadbeat dad

I wouldn't have had the savage within havin' to win

Every single battle I'm in

All I ever wanted was to be an emcee

Tediously I wrote obediently, believing in me

EPMD must've had teachin' degrees

Learned to defeat enemies with the ink, thinkin' of these rhymes

Would be as Eazy as E

And graffiti would be like remedial readin' to me (Yeah)

'Til my last breath leaves my lungs

I'ma beat my drum (Yeah) for the streets I'm from (Yeah)

The East side slums (Yeah), gotta remind 'em (Yeah)

I'll take a foe out (Yeah), like fee-fi-fum

You see my finger (What?), you see my thumb (What?)

You see my fist, fuck a peace pipe, I'm (What?)

Here for the smoke but it's not the weed I want (What?)

With this beat I brung for the beef I've come (Woo)

But you better bring it if you wanna reply from

'Cause for you to be lyrically inclined, it'd be a steep climb up

That'll be an uphill battle

But I'm up like your feet in a recliner

And I think I'm about to go out on a limb like a tree climber

Time to push my ceiling higher 'cause

Where am I supposed to go from here? (Woah-oh-oh) Hey

Really I have no idea (All)

All I know is every time I think I hit my ceiling (Yeah, oh)

I go higher than I've ever fuckin' been (For the last time, my only question is)

Where am I supposed to go from here? (Woah-oh-oh) Hey

Really I have no idea (All I know is, all)

All I know is every time I think I hit my ceiling (Yeah, oh)

I go higher than I've ever fuckin' been (Damn)

These Demons lyrics - eminem (feat. MAJ)

 Yeah, you know what? (Loud Pack)

Haters are funny, man (Haha)

It's like, you're gonna hate it no matter what it is

Yet you still click on it (Zombie on the track), huh, yeah

I want you to change, but don't change (Yeah)

I want you to grow up, but don't age

I want the rage, but don't get too angry

I want the new, but old Shady

I want you to say what they won't say (Yeah)

Just don't go too far, but go cray

I want you to almost lose it, man

They keep movin' the goalpost, don't they?

Just cut to the chase like OJ

In his Bronco goin' up the roadway (Skrrt)

And get off my dick

If I said my balls were yarn, you bitches would crochet (Haha)

All I ever wanted's a rope chain

From the day I saw Cool J on Soul Train

Now I got that Kangol, two cables (Haha)

One yellow and white gold plated

Just to let 'em know I made it

I told my dawgs we gon' get right in they ear (Yeah), yeah, yeah

What did it cost? Now I dip, gone in a Lear (Woo), yeah, yeah

Still have all these demons comin' for my neck, yeah, yeah

I ain't never comin' down, yeah, yeah (Yo)

This pandemic got us in a recession

We need to reopen America (What?)

Black people dyin', they want equal rights

White people wanna get haircuts (Haha)

Some people protest, some people riot (What?)

But we ain't never escapin' this virus (Nah)

To the cops that are racially biased (What?)

We no longer enable these liars

You get 'em on tape, they stick to a story

Like Spider-Man crawlin' up side of a wall and (Yeah)

Some are just unabiding-ass lawmen (Yeah)

Like Garrett Rolfe and like Derek Chauvin (Yup)

No cap, still riding with Colin (Yup)

Though some people don't like me at all and (Yeah)

Some are like bees to flowers (Why?)

'Cause some people find me appalling (Haha)

Ooh, I say a line, people are outraged (Oh no)

The press slams me again (Yeah), people ain't having it nowadays

Give an album that I put out in, like, 2000 you griped about praise

But I wake up every day even more caked up than the makeup on your clown face

And I've laid my foundation

I told my dawgs we gon' get right in they ear, yeah, yeah

What did it cost? Now I dip, gone in a Lear, yeah, yeah

Still have all these demons comin' for my neck, yeah, yeah

I ain't never comin' down (Yeah), yeah, yeah

I got a question (What?)

What rhymes with pariah?

(I don't know) Mm, tsk, uh, LEGO? (Oh shit)

You just bit into the lit end of the wick

Shit, I meant, shit end of the stick

I'm addicted to friction and mischief

It's like your bitch's midriff, shit gets my dick stiff as a stick shift

Dick as in Cheney, drip as in saline

They bring my name up just to get ratings

It's like trying to choose between Bizzy, Layzie, and Wish against Krayzie

'Cause I got a bone to pick and Slim Shady (Slim Shady)

Will thug (Thug) and harm any (Harmony)

Who attempt to diss Hailie (Hailie)

Bitch, I will go in like it's raining

And I get cancelled like once a day (Yeah)

Why would I go? It's more fun to stay (Ah)

You get me to leave? It's no fuckin' way

I got a better chance of fuckin' Young M.A. (Ooh)

Ooh, sounds like I'm zoning

So me sayin' I'm out, nice to know me

Is like askin' me where my shin is

It's down right below knee (Haha)

Uh, oh, well we can play hide the salami (Yeah)

If your gal'd like to blow me (Yup)

My wave is like a tsunami (Yup)

These flows you're still tryna wrap your head around like you're a swami (Ha)

Just call me the mic kamikaze with Mike Zombie and I'ma just keep bombing (Woo)

'Cause the game is mine like an IED (Yeah)

If they ever do cancel me like Live PD

Said I'm takin' some of you with me if I'm leaving (Brr)

It's time to murder you now, psych, meet me

I might be D to the fuckin' I-Z-Z

Y from rappin' circles around these hoes

Just like girdles and every word from my mouth so fire

I should be burnt to the ground

There's a fuckin' circus in town, yeah, bitch, this verse finna clown, ICP

R. Kelly sex tape, I see pee (Look)

My shit is intense like tipis

You gettin' wiped like TP

You don't like me? You can bite my little white wee-wee

And I repeat, you can bite my little white wee-wee long as I L-I-V-E

And ever since my pre-teens, striped Lee jeans and grandma Nan's little black and white TV (Yeah)

Now I'm so bougie that I stick out my pinkie every time I drink tea

Used to wanna wife Sweet Tee (Sweet Tee)

Used to rock wife beaters, now I let your wife beat me (Yeah)

So you can eat shit, but I might be the shit

So when I say "Eat shit," I mean me

Key (Skit) lyrics - eminem

 Haha, hold up

What is that? Oh

Is that a key in my pocket or am I just happy to see

The hot chicks that are here for me and only me?

'Cause I am the cuz, the cuz meaning cousin

Meaning stemming back to bro

'Cause, bro, I'm the dude

And the dude gets all the chicks

Chicks is all that thine getteth

'Cause that's all I needeth is the chickeths

The chickadees runningeth about

And you'd be lucky to get my seconds

Leftover hot chicks

Hahaha

Fucking stupid

She Loves Me lyrics - eminem

 She loves me, she loves my knot

Not for who I am, but what I got, yeah

And I don't wanna blow up her spot

But da-na-na, na-na, da-naa (Woo)

Lady, I been watchin' you from the back every time that you walk past

Hate to put you on blast but you got a bomb ass (Yeah)

Been checkin' you out ever since the second you

Stepped in through Naunie's dressing room, girl, you're stunning, I'd bet that you'd

Zap me if I was next to you, sparks'll fly, I expect 'em to

I'd be shocked if they didn't, 'cause you're Carmen Electra-cute (Cutie)

And those ain't just sound effects

I knew something was special soon as we swapped info, I knew that

She loves me, she loves me not

For who I am, but what I got

But she loves me, she loves me not (Aha)

She loves me (One more time)

I said, 'cause she loves me (She loves me), she loves me not

For who I am (She loves me), but what I got

But she loves me, she loves me not

She loves me

Sorry I missed your call again, I be in the studio usually

But tomorrow afternoon for me'd work beautifully

If your schedule's open, you say, "That's cool with me

But you stood me up twice, Slim, you're 0-for-2 with me"

'Cause like a basket, you've been going through hoops for me

Well, if the ball's in my court, why don't we shoot for three?

Yeah, I'll pick you up and we'll cruise through the D

And as soon as we hung up, I'm like, "Woo"

'Cause she loves me (She loves me), she loves me not

For who I am (She loves me), but what I got

But she loves me, she loves me not (Aha)

She loves me (Ayo, lemme do this bridge right quick)

She pulls me close and whispers to me, oh-oh

Lies in my ear, but that's all I wanna hear

That's okay, long as we both know this is all it is, woah

She can have my love for as long as we both are here

We're back in my spot now (Yeah), the music is loud, so (What?)

I turn the boombox down (Shh), we cut off our cell phones

You're killin' me soft now, wanna hit it like Balboa

'Cause girl, you're a knockout, your body is out cold (Out cold)

(Woo) I put the moves on you like a U-Haul

Bend you over the foosball table, your shoes fall

To the floor, but canoodlin', I'm not in the mood for

Gotta get me out of these drawers if you wanna (want a) spoon, doll (Yeah)

But before we get to droppin' these drawers, there's options to explore

We can fuck in the closet (Yeah) or on my elevator (Uh)

And maybe when it stops and the door opens

We fall out and we just get off on this floor (Haha)

You say you're falling for me, but not 'cause I'm famous

Then explain to me who that tattoo that's on your leg's of

Girl, your game is an A-plus, but you think I don't notice

Who the screensaver on your damn phone is

It ain't 'cause who I am, bullshit, I like you

Just don't take me for no stupid ass, no disrespect

'Cause even though you're like my truest fan, know it's

Clear you only love me 'cause I'm Superman, Lois, but fuck it

'Cause she loves me (She loves me), she loves me not

For who I am (She loves me), but what I got

But she loves me, she loves me not

She loves me (Yeah, one more time)

I said, 'cause she loves me (She loves me), she loves me not

For who I am (She loves me), but what I got

But she loves me, she loves me not (Haha)

She loves me

She loves my knot, haha

I'm just playin', I ain't got no foosball table

Killer lyrics - eminem

 (Killer)

Yeah, it's crazy, I'm a (Killer)

Made all this money from doin' this

(D.A. got that dope)

Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty

Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money

Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny

Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me

That's what I do with money, got money up the ass

Call it toilet paper, yeah, flush with cash

Girl, nice butt, is it up for grabs?

Just wanna touch your ass, is that too much to ask? Yeah

I made a grip, I know it's tough to grasp, get the bag

Call it potato chips, I stuff in duffel bags

On some public transportation shit, 'cause I will bus' your ass

Fuck the chain, I'm off the trailer hitch, I got a bunch of swag

Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty

Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money

Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny

Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me

Yeah, I'm a (Killer)

Yeah, I'm a (What?), I'm a (What?), I'm a (Killer)

Yeah, look, yeah

My income is all that and then some

Girl, your man is nincompoop, a symptom

Of a simp 'cause he'll spend some loot to get some

As for me, I'm the Kim Jong-Un of pimps, hon' (Haha)

Swag dripping, I'm in a pub

Went up to this chick who was so tipsy, we went to hug

Ended up tripping, I picked her up

She yelled out it's her birthday

She's fifty and in the club

Then it comes on (Yeah), that "In da Club" song (Yeah)

She's a buzzsaw (What?), we're goin' numbskull (Uh)

I live on the edge (Haha), she's a jump off (Yeah)

Call her Cinderella (Why?), she loves balls (Oh)

Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty

Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money

Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny

Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me

Yeah, I'm a (Killer)

Attack like the Ripper

All over the track doin' laps like a stripper

Now (Now), now (Now), w— wow (Wow) look out (Out)

Rap circles around ('Round) clowns, surround sound (Sound)

John Rambo's back and my ammo's stacked

And I'm cocking raps, I'm on your head

Other words, I'm stocking caps and I'm talking facts (Fax)

Like OfficeMax

Never down, I'll be up like an insomniac

Girl, I got racks you got a rack

How you got all that back and no body fat

I'm in awe with that

When I stopped the Pontiac at the laundromat that I saw you at

You almost had a heart attack, went into cardiac

You ran inside and told your boyfriend like, "I'll be back"

But for all you knew I probably act like I'm Daniel Wozniak

I'm a psycho-pa-pathic killer

I'm a cap peeler, caterpillar

With the botanic of bananas

You never heard better vernacular

Comin' after your scapula

For the lack of a better word, Dracula

'Cause I'm attackin' a rapper at the phrenic nerves

I'm a savage, back to put the dagger in the back of competitors

Predator and scavenger

I am a carnivore and a baller, you're at the dollar store

What the fuck you got a wallet for? Y'all are poor

I was livin' in squalor but, uh-uh, not no more

Now I'm the one they holla for

Fuckin' shit up like a dinosaur in a China store

Bitch, I'm number five (What?) minus four (Haha)

Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty

Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money

Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny

Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me

Yeah, I'm a (Killer)

Yeah, I'm a (What?), I'm a (What?), I'm a (Killer)

Yeah

Zeus lyrics - eminem (feat. White Gold)

 She says I am trash, but she listens to Tekashi (Damn)

Bitch, you lost me (Yeah)

Fair weather, wishy-washy

She thinks Machine washed me (What?)

Swear to God, man, her favorite rapper wish he'd crossed me (Yeah)

I love conflict, got a obnoxious (What?) subconscious (Yeah)

I'm afraid to unlock it (Nah)

Keep those monsters in the closet

I'm what an idiotic ('Otic) savant is (Savant is)

But I've been throwin' down gauntlets since that underground ruckus (Yeah)

Where I planted my roots (What? Yeah)

That's how I had a whole planet that roots for me

As in the group, and no one thinks dark as I think (Nah)

So imagine the havoc these black thoughts are to wreak

As in Trotter, I keep slaughterin' beats

Shout out to Beatminerz and T-Minus

But, me, long as I re-promise to be honest

And wholeheartedly, apologies, Rihanna

For that song that leaked, I'm sorry, Ri

It wasn't meant to cause you grief

Regardless, it was wrong of me, but

I be on my own (Yeah), head up in the clouds like Zeus

When they say, "You ain't the GOAT", I come down like, "Who?"

But I got my head in the clouds like Zeus

Swear, I can see the game from a bird's-eye view, ayy

Bitch, you talkin' to a rap god, ayy

Girl, you talkin' to a monsta, ayy

You could give your whole damn life to the music thing

They gon' turn around like they don't love you

Yeah, they woke a giant up

So when I get back on my feet, don't wonder why in the

Fuck is my head in the clouds (Nah)

G5 with the stewardess, gettin' head in the clouds (Haha)

Mile-high club (Why?), I give a flying fuck (No)

Punchliner just tryin' to survive in this climate of vaginas (Bitch)

Who dyin' to cancel my ass like Aunt Jemima

Syrup, I'm a shit-stirrer, you're a dime-a

Dozen, said I couldn't do it

Hit Europe, kicked the door in, put a foot through it (Ugh)

Like a stirrup (Stirrup)

Used to have to sit and watch them bills pile up (Yeah)

Now I just sit back and watch them bills pile up (Haha)

I be on my own (Yeah, woo), head up in the clouds like Zeus

When they say, "You ain't the GOAT", I come down like, "Who?"

But I got my head in the clouds like Zeus

Swear, I can see the game from a bird's-eye view, ayy

Bitch, you talkin' to a rap god, ayy

Girl, you talkin' to a monsta, ayy

You could give your whole damn life to the music thing

They gon' turn around—

I seen them come and go

I've seen the hugest (Hugest) debuts ('Buts)

I've had a great view to see the (See the) game through (Through)

And, Drake, they're gonna turn on you (You) one day too (Too)

And the more you win, the sooner (Sooner) they do

They'll be calling you a trash bin

Sayin' that your new one isn't better than your last and

Even if it is, once they start to turn their backs

They ain't never comin' back in

They did it to Chance

Next they'll be mentionin' Future in the past tense (Yeah)

Or sayin' "Adiós" to Migos

I ain't dissin', I'm just tryna keep this shit a C-note (Yeah)

Same people been tryna do this shit to me, so

I call them peephole

Because they're so easy to see through 'em (See through 'em)

But a fighter's all I knew how to be

I got the shit beat out of me (Yeah)

Tripped and fell and blew out a knee (Pop)

Popped it back in and hopped up like, "Fuck it (Fuck it)

Best two out of three", yeah

Man, I gotta be doin' (What?) somethin' right

I got eleven years of sobriety (Yeah)

So the only bottom I'ma be hittin' is if it's sodomy

Wait, I mean, you would think that somebody handed a saw to me

How I'm choppin' these bars

They keep wantin' me to rap responsibly

When I'm constantly passin' the buck like the fuckin' Dollar Tree

But I'ma always remind you that I came from poverty

Black people saved my life, from the Doc and Deshaun

And all that we want is racial equality

R.I.P. Laquan McDonald, Trayvon, and Breonna

Atatiana, Rayshard, and Dominique

Eric Garner and Rodney King

No, we can't get along 'til these white motherfuckin' cops

Who keep murderin' Blacks are off the streets (Off the streets)

And, as far as squashin' beef, I'm used to people knockin' me

But, just not in my camp

I'm diplomatic 'cause I'm tryna be

Last thing I need is Snoop doggin' me

Man, dog, you was like a (Yeah) damn god to me

Nah, not really (Haha)

I had "dog" backwards

But I'm startin' to think, all these people takin' shots at me

Shit, it's no wonder

I be on my own, head up in the clouds like Zeus

When they say, "You ain't the GOAT", I come down like, "Who?"

But I got my head in the clouds like Zeus

Swear, I can see the game from a bird's-eye view, ayy

Bitch, you talkin' to a rap god, ayy

Girl, you talkin' to a monsta, ayy

You could give your whole damn life to the music thing

They gon' turn around like they don't love you

Thus Far (Interlude) lyrics - Eminem

 [Alfred Hitchcock:]

Perhaps I should mention that we have decided that this—the flip, or "homicide"—is a little special; a little too macabre for the squeamish. Therefore, we have labeled it—

Discombobulated lyrics - Eminem

 Discombobulated

Oh, ayo, Dre

I'm discombobulated

Let's take 'em back (Accents)

In time (Everything's all fucked up)

I'm discombobulated, discombobulated

Miss, you ovulating? Wait, I didn't mean to

Piss you off, my lady, what I really meant to say is

It goes a little something like this

Soon as I'm through with the Unisom I'ma hit the snooze alarm

Before I lose my mind, who am I gonna use it on?

Utilizing this tool, I will execute a line

Like what I tried to do one time in my youth when I euthanized

My poodle in junior high, used to hide in my room and fly

To the moon and try suicide with the glue from my school supplies

Then Proof, Denaun

Eye-Kyu and I would climb in that hooptie to ride to Drew's and rhyme

Bodied Saint Andrew's Hall too many times to count

Before I tear up The Shelter, give my dawgs a pound

Now I'm 'bout to treat all of you rappers noggins how

Dre does every time he goes back to Compton now

'Cause every so often I'll visit my old stomping grounds

And Doc's in the house, so you know the bong is out

Room is spinning like nine-hundred-thousand miles an hour

Forgot what I'm talkin' 'bout, fuck, I'm discombobulated

Now up is down, left is right

Day is night now, in is out, black is white

So to-and-fro and side-to-side

Am I coming or going? Man, I can't decide

'Cause back is forth now and stop means go

No means yes, but yes don't mean no

So, baby, please, take off your clothes

(No!) Yes! (No!) Yes! (No!) No! (Yes!) Oh! (Oh!), yeah

Just flew the coop, the cops are in hot pursuit

But the day they catch me is the day 50'll call a truce

And quash the feud with him and Ja and Ja'll actually spit a bar

That's not from a Dr. Seuss book and they'll start a group (Haha)

Fuck it, I'm a kook, I know I got a screw

And a couple of marbles loose, brain is like ramen soup

Shout to Trugoy, gotta give a De La salute

'Cause my noodle's in a knot, call it pasta noose (Yeah)

Wizard of ahs and oohs

Same Marshall Bruce in that battle who lost to Juice

Who also used to sound like Nas on "Live at the Barbeque"

Now I got the juice, wouldn't beef if I was you

Like, au jus, but beef, if like

"I was you," but, like, ah, fuck you (Man)

Long as I got these walls and these hallways I'm always

Have someone to argue with, I'm just all twisted, I'm discombobulated, man

Now up is down, left is right

Day is night now, in is out, black is white

So to-and-fro and side-to-side

Am I coming or going? Man, I can't decide

'Cause back is forth now and stop means go

No means yes, but yes don't mean no

So, baby, please, take off your clothes

(No!) Yes! (No!) Yes! (No!) No! (Yes!) Oh! (Oh!)

I'm at my best when I'm at my worst

And for that I'm blessed, so every time I rap I curse

And that's why press, I usually get attacked by first

They're at my neck like motherfucking vampires

So critics si-day I si-day the same shi-dit, I'm always degrading, little bi-ditch

Well, fi-duck 'em, they can si-duck my di-dick when I'm taking a shi-dit

Mid-y middle fid-inger is ex-tid-ended now, should I tell 'em where to put it?

I'm si-do fed up with it, they ask me dumb shi-dit

So I act like I'm on a kayak with my back to Niagara

No life jacket, man, I had like six psychiatrists, scientists

Misdiagnose me with plaque psoriasis 'cause I asked 'em, "Why is it

My eye itches?" so they gave me some diet tips

And Viagra with side effects, I might end up growing spiderwebs

In my head and dying a horrifying death, on my final breath

I will tell you, apply your lips to my dick, it's one size that fits

I just took an AIDS test and the doctor said to think positive, what the fuck?

Now up is down, left is right

Day is night now, in is out, black is white

So to-and-fro and side-to-side

Am I coming or going? Man, I can't decide

'Cause back is forth now and stop means go

No means yes, but yes don't mean no

So, baby, please, take off your clothes

(No!) Yes! (No!) Yes! (No!) No! (Yes!) Oh! (Oh!)

Haha, yeah

Dr. Dre

Black Bethoven

S1

2050, haha

We're out