Groundhog Day lyrics - Eminem

[Intro]

What is a nightmare? The dictionary tells us it is a terrifying dream, a nightmare

[Verse 1]

I used to think I had bad luck, but I wasn't superstitious

Till one day I grew suspicious, when I stepped on a crack on Aunt Edna's stoop

And got pooped on by a group of stupid pigeons

Then we flew the coop to Michigan to start a new be-ditching

Missouri from Michigan didn't work

So we moved back to Missouri from Michigan, from Missouri back to Michigan

Someone put me out my misery, I can't do this again

Mom please stick to a decision

Discipline, last thing I wanna' do is listen she's like

Lex Luthor, bitch, her rules are kryptonite

To the walls and I've lost my power to see through them bitches

But I run into them, running through the kitchen

Pretending to be blind, Superman

Cos I had no supervision

But I did have a super power though

I could turn into invisible kid

Disappear out of sight, like a true magician

And one day uncle Ronnie brought over this new, but different

Music into the picture and it become my new religion

"I remember it clearly, even today"

Move back to Michigan again, to live with my Grandma Ned

Always itchin' for something to do, was flipping

Through the radio stations one day

And discovered this DJ who was mixing

I say it to this day, if you ain't listened to the wizard

You ain't have a fucking clue what you was missing

I'd zone out with my headphones, all I remember doing's wishing

For shoes, fuck them stupid pumas bitch, it's all about them new edition

You get the new LL Cool J

Think I finally maneuvered to 8 Mile and ([?]Hoover) and somehow I found my future is in this

That's how I know my mission

Little boom box boomin', spitting

Practicing numerous rhythms

When I sit in my room envisioning my dreams come true for wishin'

I remember Proof would visit

Couldn't wait to play him my new shit, he'd go complete ballistic

Go through the roof for his shit

It's like we knew the instant

We touched a mic that both of us two existed to do this shit

Never quit, too persistent

Started a group of misfits

Proof had a proposition

If we all brand together, there ain't no stopping this shit

Come up with aliases, bipolar opposites and

Be ready to come off the top as sharp position

If you got dissed at the shop cause if they caught you slippin'

They'd take your spot if someone got to rippin' you

And you forgot your written

Opportunity knocked us once, it ain't knocking again

It tried dong ditching shit

I fucking got that bitch in a headlock

Cut off his oxygen Slim

[?]

Now I got my pot to piss in

I'm in a league Muhammad's in

All these [?] bombing them

Probably end up on top of them

Stomping them like Ndamukong

I'm rushing at the

Flow vomits in your face

Competitors fall at my waist

You spit a rhyme, I spit in a rhyme's face

So name the time, place to battle

Bitch I'm still in that mind state

Don't make me step on you and make you wine grapes

Cry babies, maybe my way that I use words is loose

But you turds better be careful how you choose yours

Cause feelings scar but egos bruise worse

And the truth hurts, shit no wonder you're sore losers

Ooh, no more trippin in bird shit, this songs a self empowerment surgeon

Words of encouragement but this [?]

The rap games God, but the name's not James Todd?, I'm just a wordsmith

So let these words lift

Cos all I got is bars for you dumbbells and doors ain't working out

Each verse is more [?] than the first

And you ain't got to wear no shoes and shirt in this beast? to get served

They shall not escape my vengeance

And I'm the kid with them ears like Dumbo's gone

Word to Uncle Ron

I'm turning into an unhumble Don

You blind dumbos, all I got is dick for you to crumble on

So stop the show, but I need a drum roll for I go on

Better back away from the front row, get gone

Bigger then Dikembe Mutumbo

I'm the fucking jungle tron

I'm a juggernaut, you do not wanna crumble, you bambacluts

I'll leave you stretched out, like a fucking yard

So mow the fucking lawn, your asses are blades of grass

And I'm fucking up this whole landscape of rap

The GOAT just ate eight acres, and ate the vet

Who just make a path and take you straight to your favorite rapper

Oh look, my notebook with smoke cook

Like the flow stood a foot over the flame on the stove, soot

Like oak wood was burning

Return of the no good

Beautiful Pain lyrics - Eminem (feat. Sia)

[Intro: Eminem and Sia]

I can feel the heat rising

Everything is on fire

Today's a painful reminder of why

We can only get brighter

The further you put it behind ya

And right now I'm on the inside

Lookin out, cause

[Hook: Sia]

I found her in the flames

There's a beautiful kind of pain

Setting fire to yesterday

Find the light, find the light, find the light

I found her in the flames

There's a beautiful kind of pain

Setting fire to yesterday

Find the light, find the light, find the light

[Verse 1]

Yesterday was the tornado warning, today is like the morning after

Your world is torn in half, you wake and let's wait to start the morning process

Rebuilding and you're still a work in progress

Today is a whole new chapter, it's like an enormous ass

The thunderstorm has passed ya, your weather didn't poke his eyes out with the thorn bush that you

Used to smell the roses, stopped to inhale can't even tell your nose is stuffed

So focused on the brightside, then you floor the gas pedal, and hit the corner fast, the more asserted, never looking back, may hit the curb, but everyday is a new learning curve, as you, steer through life, sometimes you might not wanna swerve, but you have to, to avert a disaster, lucky, no permanent damage, cause they hurt you so bad, it's like they murdered your ass, and threw dirt on your casket, but you returned from the ashes, and that hurt that you have, you just converted to gasoline, and while you're burning the past, standing at inferno and chant

[Hook: Sia]

I found her in the flames

There's a beautiful kind of pain

Setting fire to yesterday

Find the light, find the light, find the light

I found her in the flames

There's a beautiful kind of pain

Setting fire to yesterday

Find the light, find the light, find the light

[Verse 2]

So familiarize what having to swallow this pill is like

It happens all the time, they take your heart and steal your life

And it's as though you feel you've died because you've been killed inside

But yet you're still alive which means you must survive

Although today you may weep because you're weak and

Everything seems so bleek and hopeless

The light that you're seeking, it begins to seep in

That's the only thing keeping you from leaping off the motherfreaking deep end

And I'm pulling for you to push through this feeling

And with a little time that should do the healing

And by tomorrow you may even feel so good that you're willing

To forgive them even after all that shit you been put through

This feeling of resilience is building and the flames are burning

Quick as fire would through this building, you're sealed in

But you're fireproof and flame retardant you withstood it

And as you climb up to the roof you're just chillin' and you look down

Cause you're so over them you could put the heel of your foot through the ceiling

As time passes, things change everyday

But wounds, wounds heal

But scars still remaining the same

But tomorrow today's gone down in flames

Throw the match at the past up place

So feel the fire beneath your feet

As you barely even perspire from the heat

Exhale deep and breathe a sigh of relief

And as you say goodbye to the grief

It's like watching the walls melt in your prison cell

But you've extinguished this living hell

Still a little piece of you dies, you scream

[Hook: Sia]

I found her in the flames

There's a beautiful kind of pain

Setting fire to yesterday

Find the light, find the light, find the light

I found her in the flames

There's a beautiful kind of pain

Setting fire to yesterday

Find the light, find the light, find the light

[Sia]

Feel the burn, watch the smoke as I turn

Rising, a phoenix from the flames

Flame of love, we're going to fight the word, fight

Now it feels with these wings that I will fly

[Hook: Sia]

I found her in the flames

There's a beautiful kind of pain

Setting fire to yesterday

Find the light, find the light, find the light

I found her in the flames

There's a beautiful kind of pain

Setting fire to yesterday

Find the light, find the light, find the light

Rap God lyrics - Eminem

[Intro:]

Look, I was gonna go easy on you and not to hurt your feelings

But I'm only going to get this one chance

(Six minutes, six minutes)

Something's wrong, I can feel it

(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)

Just a feeling I've got

Like something's about to happen

But I don't know what

If that means, what I think it means, we're in trouble

Big trouble – and if he is as bananas as you say

I'm not taking any chances

You were just what the doctor ordered

[Bridge:]

I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God

All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod

Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slapbox, slapbox?

They said I rap like a robot, so call me Rapbot

[Verse 1:]

But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes

I got a laptop in my back pocket

My pen'll go off when I half-cock it

Got a fat knot from that rap profit

Made a living and a killing off it

Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office

With Monica Lewinsky feeling on his nut-sack

I'm an MC still as honest

But as rude and indecent as all hell

Syllables, killaholic (Kill 'em all with)

This slickety, gibbedy, hibbedy hip hop

You don't really wanna get into a pissing match

With this rappidy rap

Packing a Mac in the back of the Ac

Pack backpack rap, yep, yackidy-yac

Now the exact same time I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts

While I'm practicing

And now I should be able to break a motherfuckin' table

Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half

Only realized it was ironic

I was signed to Aftermath after the fact

How could I not blow? All I do is drop F-bombs

Feel my wrath of attack

Rappers are having a rough time period

Here's a maxipad

It's actually disastrously bad

For the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece as

[Bridge:]

Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God

All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod

Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slapbox, slapbox?

Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard

[Verse 2:]

Everybody want the key and the secret to rap

Immortality like I have got

Well, to be truthful the blueprint's

Simply rage and youthful exuberance

Everybody loves to root for a nuisance

Hit the earth like an asteroid

Did nothing but shoot for the moon since

MC's get taken to school with this music

Cause I use it as a vehicle to bust the rhyme

Now I lead a new school full of students

Me? I'm a product of Rakim

Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac n'

W.A, Cube, hey, Doc, Ren

Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim

Inspired enough to one day grow up

Blow up and be in a position

To meet Run DMC and induct them

Into the motherfuckin' Rock n'

Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the church

And burst in a ball of flames

Only Hall of Fame I be inducted in is the alcohol of fame

On the wall of shame

You fags think it's all a game

'Til I walk a flock of flames

Off of planking

Tell me what in the fuck are you thinking?

Little gay looking boy

So gay I can barely say it with a straight face looking boy

You witnessing a massacre like you watching a church gathering

And take place looking boy

Oy vey, that boy's gay

That's all they say looking boy

You get a thumbs up, pat on the back

And a way to go from your label everyday looking boy

Hey, looking boy, what you say looking boy?

I got a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boy

I'm a work for everything I have

Never ask nobody for shit

Get outta my face looking boy

Basically boy you're never gonna be capable

To keep it up with the same pace looking boy

[Bridge:]

I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God

All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod

The way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, Nascar

Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God

Kneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard

[Verse 3:]

So you'll be Thor and I'll be Odin

You rodent, I'm omnipotent

Let off then I'm reloading

Immediately with these bombs I'm totin'

And I should not be woken

I'm the walking dead

But I'm just a talking head, a zombie floating

But I got your mom deep throating

I'm out my ramen noodle

We have nothing in common, poodle

I'm a doberman, pinch yourself

In the arm and pay homage, pupil

It's me

My honesty's brutal

But it's honestly futile if I don't utilize

What I do though for good

At least once in a while so I wanna make sure

Somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle

Enough rhymes to

Maybe to try to help get some people through tough times

But I gotta keep a few punchlines

Just in case cause even you unsigned

Rappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtime

I know there was a time where once I

Was king of the underground

But I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind

So I crunch rhymes

But sometimes when you combine

Appeal with the skin color of mine

You get too big and here it comes trying to

Censor you like that one line I said

On "I'm Back" from the Mathers LP

One where I tried to say I take seven kids from Columbine

Put 'em all in a line

Add an AK-47, a revolver and a nine

See if I get away with it now

That I ain't as big as I was, but I've

Morphed into an immortal coming through the portal

You're stuck in a timewarp from two thousand four though

And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for

You're pointless as Rapunzel

With fucking cornrows

You're like normal, fuck being normal

And I just bought a new Raygun from the future

Just to come and shoot ya

Like when Fabolous made Ray J mad

Cause Fab said he looked like a fag

At Maywhether's pad singin' to a man

While they played piano

Man, oh man, that was a 24/7 special

On the cable channel

So Ray J went straight to the radio station the very next day

"Hey, Fab, I'm a kill you"

Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)

Uh, sama lamaa duma lamaa you assuming I'm a human

What I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhuman

Innovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you saying's

Ricocheting off of me and it'll glue to you

I'm never stating, more than never demonstrating

How to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating

Never fading, and I know that the haters are forever waiting

For the day that they can say I fell off, they'd be celebrating

Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated

I make elevating music

You make elevator music

Oh, he's too mainstream

Well, that's what they do

And they get jealous, they confuse it

It's not hip hop, it's pop

Cause I found a hella way to fuse it

With rock, shock rap with Doc

Throw on Lose Yourself and make 'em lose it

I don't know how to make songs like that

I don't know what words to use

Let me know when it occurs to you

While I'm ripping any one of these verses diverse as you

It's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' you

How many verses I gotta murder to

Prove that if you're half as nice at songs

You can sacrifice virgins too

School flunkie, pill junky

But look at the accolades these skills brung me

Full of myself, but still hungry

I bully myself cause I make me do what I put my mind to

When I'm a million leagues above you

I'll when I speak in tongues

But it's still tongue in cheek, fuck you

I'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheel

I'm asleep in the front seat

Bumping Heavy D and the Boys

Still chunky, but funky

But in my head there's something

I can feel tugging and struggling

Angels fight with devils and

Here's what they want from me

They asking me to eliminate some of the women hate

But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred that I had

Then you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situation

And understand the discrimination

But fuck it

Life's handing you lemons

Make lemonade then

But if I can't batter the women

How the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?

Don't mistake it for Satan

It's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseas

And take a vacation to trip a broad

And make her fall on her face and

Don't be a retard, be a king?

Think not

Why be a king when you can be a God?

Survival lyrics - Eminem (feat. Liz Rodrigues)

[from "Call Of Duty: Ghosts" soundtrack]

Yeah.

[Hook: Liz Rodrigues]

This is survival of the fittest

This is do or die

This is the winner takes it all

So take it all

[Verse 1]

Wasn't ready to be no millionaire, I was ill-prepared

I was prepared to be ill though, the skill was there

In the beginning, it wasn't 'bout the ends

It was 'bout busting raps and standing for something, fucking acronym

Cut the fucking act like you're happy, I'm fucking back again

With another anthem, why stop when it doesn't have to end?

It ain't over 'til I say it's over – enough when I say enough

Throw me to them wolves and close the gate up

I'm afraid of what'll happen to them wolves

When the thought of being thrown into an alligator pit, I salivated it

Weight is up, hands up like it's 12 noon, nah, homie

Hold them bitches straighter up, wave 'em 'til you dislocate a rotator cuff

Came up rough, came to ruffle feathers, nah, egos

I ain't deflate enough, last chance to make this whole stadium erupt cause

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

I can see the finish line with each line that I finish

I'm so close to my goals I can almost pole vault over the goal post

And if I don't got enough in the tank, maybe I can just siphon enough

To fill up this last can, man will I survive in this climate or what?

They said I was washed up, and kinda blood-bathed

I'm not a rapper, I'm an adapter, I can adjust

Plus I can just walk up to a mic and just bust

So floor's open if you'd like to discuss

Top 5 in this motherfucker and if I don't make the cut

What, like I give a fuck, I'mma light this bitch up like I'm driving a truck

To the side of a pump, 0 to 60 hop in and gun it

Like G-Unit without the hyphen, I'm hyping 'em up

And if there should ever come a time where my life's in a rut

And I look like I might just give up, eh you might've mistook

Me for bowing out I ain't taking a bow, I'm stabbing myself

With a fucking knife in the gut, while I'm wiping my butt!

Cause I just shitted on the mic, and I like getting cut

I get excited at the sight of my blood, you're in a fight with a nut

Cause I'mma fight 'til I die or win

Biting the dust it'll just make me angrier, wait

Let me remind you of what got me this far, picture me quitting

Now draw a circle around it and put a line through it, slut

It's survival of what?

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

So get your ideas, stack your ammo

But don't come unless you come to battle, I'm mad now jump in the saddle

This is it, it's what you eat, sleep, piss and shit

Live, breathe, your whole existence just consists of this

Refuse to quit, fuse is lit, can't diffuse the wick

I don't do this music shit, I lose my shit

Ain't got shit to lose, it's the moment of truth

It's all I know how to do, as soon as I get thrown in the booth, I spit

But my respect is overdue, I'm showing you the flow no one do

Cause I don't own no diploma for school, I quit!

So there's nothing for me to fall back on, I know no other trades

So you'd better trade your fucking mics in for some tool-box-es

Cause you'll never take my pride from me

It'll have to be pried from me, so pull out your pliers and your screwdrivers

But I want you to doubt me, I don't want you to believe

Cause this is something that I must use to succeed

And if you don't like me then fuck you!

Self esteem must be fucking shooting through-the-roof cause trust me

My skin is too thick and bullet proof to touch me

I can see why the fuck I disgust you

I must be allergic to failure cause every time I come close to it

I just sneeze, but I just go atchoo then achieve!

[Hook]

Berzerk lyrics - Eminem

[Verse 1]

Now this shit's about to kick off, this party looks wack

Let's take it back to straight hip-hop and start it from scratch

I'm 'bout to bloody this track up, everybody get back

That's why my pen needs a pad cause my rhymes on the ra-hag

Just like I did with addiction I'm 'bout to kick it

Like a magician, critics I turn to crickets

Got 'em still on the fence ready to pick it

But quick get impaled when I tell 'em stick it

So sick I'm looking pale, well that's my pigment

'Bout to go ham, ya bish, shout out to Kendrick

Let's bring it back to that vintage Slim, bitch!

The art of the MCing mixed with da Vinci and MC Ren

And I don't mean Stimpy's friend, bitch

Been Public Enemy since you thought PE was gym, bitch

[Bridge:]

Take your shoes off, let your hair down and (go berserk), all night long

Grow your beard out, just weird out and (go berserk), all night long

[Hook:]

We're gonna rock this house until we knock it down

So turn the volume loud, cause it's mayhem 'til the a.m.

So baby make just like K-Fed and let yourself go, let yourself go

Say fuck it before we kick the bucket

Life's too short to not go for broke

So everybody, everybody, (go berzerk) shake your body

[Verse 2]

Guess it's just the way that I'm dressed, ain't it?

Khakis pressed, Nike shoes just being fresh laced

So I guess it ain't

Dead after shave of cologne that made him just faint

Plus I just showed up with a coat fresher than wet paint

Sweet love is a chess game, check mate

But girl your body's banging, jump me in, bang bang

Yessiree Bob I was thinking the same thing

So come get on this kids rock, baw wit da baw, dang dang

P-p-p-pow pow chicka wow wow

Catch a cab, I wanna go down, br-bow-bow

Slow it down, throw in the towel, t-t-towel towel

Low it down, I don't know how, how, how, how

At least I know that I don't know

Question is are you bozos smart enough to feel stupid

Hope so, now ho

[Bridge]

[Hook]

We're gonna rock this house until we knock it down

So turn the volume loud, cause it's mayhem 'til the a.m.

So crank the bass up like crazy and let yourself go, let yourself go

Say fuck it before we kick the bucket

Life's too short to not go for broke

So everybody, everybody, (go berzerk) get your vials

[Scratches]

[Verse 3]

They say that love is powerful as cough syrup and Styrofoam

All I know is I fell asleep and woke up in that Monte Carlo

With the ugly Kardashian

Lamar, oh sorry yo, we done both set the bar low

Bars hard, drugs hard thought that's the past

But I done did enough codeine to knock Future into tomorrow

And girl I ain't got no money to borrow

But I am tryin' to find a way to get you alone, car note

Oh, Marshall Mathers shouldn’t everybody know

Get the bar soap lathered, came ghost and called Arthur’s Cargo's

Girl you’re fixin' to get your heart broke, don’t be absurd man

You bird brained baby I ain’t called anybody baby since Birdman

Unless you’re a swallow

Word, w-word man you heard, but don’t be discouraged girl

This is your jam, unless you got toe jam

[Bridge]

[Hook 2x]

EP: "Straight From The Vault" (2011)

• The People's Champ
• Get Money (Freestyle)
• Emulate
• Things Get Worse
• Ballin' Uncontrollably
• Going Crazy
• Wee Wee
• G.O.A.T.
• The Apple
• It's Been Real
• Fly Away

The People's Champ (Intro)

I told the world one day I would pay it back
Say it on tape, and lay it, record it so that one day I could play it back

They ask me am I okay, they ask me if I'm happy
Are they asking me that because of the shit that's been thrown at me

This is a beat with no words at first, it’s a blank painting
Exercising the mind, it’s brain strength training

My motto is live by the bottle
So why is my supply low? Bring in a truckload with a high-low

My name is Chauncey Billups, I'm kind of like a raunchy Phillips
Screwdriver, my crew's live when you can't sleep and you're still up

I came in this game with, bad intentions
And I ain't budged, not even an inch since then

Lava on my lips I flips, wake up think I have a cramp
I'm trying to shove the lava lamp up my father's ass

Got my self esteem back, got my confidence up
I'm gonna step up on this stage now, I'm gonna strut

Shady man, I done told you once homie to easy up
But you just won’t listen will ya? Nah, I guess not

Get Money (Freestyle) lyrics - eminem

Yeah, yeah, I get it
I run this rap shit, now guess who’s back
You thought I left you, now why would I do that? (1, 2, 3)

They keep on sayin’ the same rappers are the best
Jay-Z and Kanye West, maybe they’re just tryna distract it
From the fact that I’m comin’ back
Or maybe it’s cause I ain’t black, maybe it’s because of that
Maybe it’s because I’m the highest sellin’ artist in rap
While I’m sittin’ back in my office jackin’ off to my plaques
I’m still sick, how can I be sick this long
And I’m still alive, Magic Johnson arise
I thrive on makin’ my opponents think that I’ve died
That’s when I just pop up outta nowhere, oh yeah, there we go there
Damn I forgot how much money he got
On the beach of Saint-Tropez, but your man don’t lay
In the sun cause I don’t tan, I burn, blood clot
When you gonna learn how much money we’ve earned
How does it feel to know I came in this game at 25
And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still
And Fif’ here to lick on that Coca-Cola shit
And he ain’t even gotta look at coke to even hold a brick
No more, oh boy, goddamn did he score
To go from sellin’ bags to bottles right out the store
And Shady hit the box office man, he knocked the socks off us
My ex-wife is set for life, you profitless cocksuckers
So stay the fuck off us, we make pay
I’m just a super easy modest MC, okay?
Til I hear the word has been, that’s when I start spazzin’
Smart asses, kiss a smarter ass then
I’m the best thing that ever happened to rap, bastards
I’m a blonde Dre, now gimme Kanye’s glasses!

Emulate lyrics - eminem (feat. Obie Trice)

[Obie Trice:]
Obie the person that came up introverted
Cause of nervousness that was solely the only verdict
It was worth it cause he changed became so observant
Serving such of a purpose
If you knew him earlier in his days its like a different version
So much hurtin' and pain gave him game for certain
That's why there's curtains in this murder if you gettin' worked up
I'm so assertive on these motherfuckers actin' tougher
I had enough of isolating myself in a room
Writing poems and songs, doin' the same in school
Now look what he became, a fool?
Cause he learned how to sustain his tool and obtain fame from you
Living hard but still Juliard a god walks in but ain't spend a day in the pew
Regardless of this I draw visual pictures when a nigga vents
So welcome to the art department

[Eminem:]
I stimulate the brain, mimic, emulate the sane
Cinic keep em' thinking its a fucking gimmick when it ain't
Clinically insane, brain is on Venus suck Uranus
Label me a genius if you ever seen us you would say
He may seem as though he's plain normal
If you ever meet him, greet him with a shake, see
He ain't as mean as what they say
See the thing is maybe he can't always think of things to say
So he's vague, so they mistake him for just bein' crazed
You part ways, your impression of him changed
You don't think he's strange, you turn around and tell him "peace and thanks"
Then you catch him flipping you off, with his pants down
Hands around his scrotum, tucking his fucking penis between his legs

[Obie Trice:]
Obie the person that came up introverted
Cause of nervousness that was solely the only verdict
It was worth it cause he changed became so observant
Serving such of a purpose
If you knew him earlier in his days its like a different version
So much hurtin' and pain gave him game for certain
That's why there's curtains in this murder if you gettin' worked up
I'm so assertive on these motherfuckers actin' tougher
I had enough of isolating myself in a room
Writing poems and songs, doin' the same in school
Now look what he became, a fool?
Cause he learned how to sustain his tool and obtain fame from you
Living hard but still Juliard a god walks in but ain't spend a day in the pew
Regardless of this I draw visual pictures when a nigga vents
So welcome to the art department

[Eminem:]
Its all psychologic, why am I so maniacal,
Am I psycho or some kind of psychotic stick,
Or am I truly psychotic, or my molecules just diabolical,
Cause biologically I defy logic, bye golly hall me off on a trolly, probably wanna cracker, I'm back on the wacky tobacco,
I'm a step away from crack Obie smack the shit outta me,
I'm so slap happy man, snap me back to reality,
Ima walking art gallery, a science museum,
Elephantiasis of the nuts you probably die if you see em,
I pull em out they hit the ground and probably crack the cement,
I need an ambulance I cant just put em back in my pants

Things Get Worse lyrics - eminem (feat. B.o.B)

[Eminem - Chorus]
There's no need to say shit you already know
The question is just how far will this go
How far will he take it?
And when will he stop?
Shady man I done told you once homie to easy up
But you just won't listen will ya, nah I guess not
You just can't can ya, man I can't stand ya
You're rotten, what you plottin' for us?
Man when are you gonna let up
I guess things are gonna get much worse 'fore they get better

Holy toledo it's Angelina Jolie amigo
She told me yo Shady just hand your penis to me I'll deep throat
And Brad if you try to stand between us then we're gonna see bro
Who was a fantasy I don't mean to damage your ego
You faggots wanna rassle I shove a fucking jar of vaseline up inside your asshole
And rope it shut with a lasso
Couple of crushed lexapro broken up wit the capsule or paxil
Just incase I ain't dope enough wit the raps though
Coke is cut with tobacco
Smoke it up then go wacko
This is what happens when you mix a cocunut with tabasco
Shady let go, the hoe has been choked up enough
Let her ass go
Not till Jessica Simpson lets go of the tuna casserole
I used to love her hooters now Carmen Elektra cuter
Strap an extension cord to her arm and electrocute her
I'm off my fucking meds but I'm on an electric scooter
I might just scoot by and shoot my mum in the neck with rugers
Spit in Jasons face while I vomit on Freddy Krugar
They can't even get Jeffrey Dahmer to pet the cougar
Now I'm gone get the rectal thermometer, get the lubra-
cation and get the patient some Darvocet to chew cuz

[Eminem - Chorus]
There's no need to say shit you already know
The question is just how far will this go
How far will he take it?
And when will he stop?

[B.o.B]
B.o.B I done told you once homie to easy up, geez
There's no need to say shit you already know
The question is just how far will this go
Cause I will never lay down?
And I will never let up?
(I guess things are gonna get much worse 'fore they get better)

[B.o.B - Verse 2]
With the soul of a Sharman
I leave the beat than vomit
Like a bullemic woman with an uneasy stomach
I pass by people on the street they seem like sheep and zombies
Stiffer than a therapeutic pair of jeans you run in
So can you hear me coming
Eminem this beat is absolutely disgusting
It's probably go diseases on it
I'm just being honest, I can see the comments
I can see the evolution as we creep up on it
I put that music in your veins like a needle junkie
Shit I just do this for the haters, I don't need the money
I diarrhea on track so it needs plunging
Somebody tell these girls please release my undies
Nobody really understands my language
I find it complicated just to hold a conversation
But still I got a whole lot of patience
Sittin' back watching Earth from my Space station

[Eminem - Chorus]
There's no need to say shit you already know
The question is just how far will this go
How far will he take it?
And when will he stop?
Shady man I done told you once homie to easy up
But you just won't listen will ya, nah I guess not
You just can't can ya, man I can't stand ya
You're rotten, what you plottin' for us?
Man when are you gonna let up
I guess things are gonna get much worse 'fore they get better

[Eminem - Verse 3]
Oh my gosh I put Natasha Bendingfield in a washer
Watch it go from rinse to spin cycle
Its like I got ya hypnotising like I gotcha
I gotcha pychologically fucked
Michael would like an apology what
Tell that psycho to stick a Tyco truck and a white tricycle up his butt
And glue the seat of bicycle to his nuts
I'm as cold as a muthafucking icicle on my nut
I aint nuttin' nice, man I like to pull knives and I like to cut
The poster addict for post tramatic stress
I guess this is the most dramatic I've been in a while
This is the closest that its come to the Marshall Mathers
I can hear him start to gather
I don't paint the portrait of the picture perfect Partridge family
This ain't your orphan Annie, no this is more uncanny
Kick down Dakota Fannings front door while the whore is tanning
(He can't say whore)
Of course he can, man he just saw her fanny then murdered her while he danced around the room and wore her panties

[Eminem - Chorus]
There's no need to say shit you already know
The question is just how far will this go
How far will he take it?
And when will he stop?
Shady man I done told you once homie to easy up
But you just won't listen will ya, nah I guess not
You just can't can ya, man I can't stand ya
You're rotten, what you plottin' for us?
Man when are you gonna let up
I guess things are gonna get much worse 'fore they get better

Ballin' Uncontrollably lyrics - eminem

Ballin' Uncontrollably
Ballin' Uncontrollably
Ballin' Uncontrollably
B-ballin' Uncontrollably
[x4]

Man, I got everything candy-painted
Candy-painted tint, shit's so dark
I'd be lying if I said I ain't hit
at least nine of my friends
Plus, I got so much candy paint in my rims
Paint be flyin' off my car
Be candy paintin' the neighborhood kids
I got that whole block lookin' like it's Candyland
Ask about me, man, they be like, there go the candy man
I park the car in the garage and go in and
Come back the next mornin'
The rims are still spinnin'
Hit the wheels on that Phantom, man, that shit looks like the Batmobile
32-inch rims, shit, I ain't even got no wheels
Custom-fitted, custom-kitted wood grain
Custom everything, what's that on the seat?
Custom mustard stain
Now let's go hit the mall, y'all know that we finna ball
Get out the car, they be like, "Ah, there go them superstars!"
Hit every single store, flash a fucking wad of cash
but I ain't buying shit, bitch
Kiss my candy-painted ass
We...

Ballin' Uncontrollably
Ballin' Uncontrollably
Ballin' Uncontrollably
B-ballin' Uncontrollably
[x4]

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hit the corner liquor store
To get Corona, tip the owners
Sipped it on the way out as I dipped, I wanna rip the road up
And I'ma hit the cinema and I'ma get the hoes,
When I be it, I be it, shit, anything goes
I'm ballin' out of control, girls know I'm loaded with dough
But, shit, I'm stingy as fuck
I'm fuckin' stingy as hoes
These bitches don't get a crumb, and it come
but I'm like what up
Shut up, bitch, sit up, get up off them knees
My candy paint's enough
If you're lucky, I'll let you hug me, but that's all you get
Then I'ma split, disappear, a cloud of smoke is all you see
Yeah...

Ballin' Uncontrollably
Ballin' Uncontrollably
Ballin' Uncontrollably
B-ballin' Uncontrollably
[x4]

Bitch, get the fuck out my car if we ain't finna fuck
I'm horny as fuck, bitch, are you suckin' my dick or what?
I'll fuck a chick in the butt, I really don't give a shit
Is pretty Marshall gonna have to go choke me a bitch?
You fuckin' keyed up my Benz
Bitch, I beat up my friends
Don't think I won't beat a bitch
I'll kick a six-year-old in the ribs
You fuckin' retard, I'll have you suckin' farts out my seat
I'll teach you not to know how to control your bowels when you eat
What the fuck do you think that colostomy bag is for, looks?
I ain't waste nine bullets on you for you to not sing no hooks
I fuckin' take a Make a Wish Foundation patient with me
How 'bout some coke inside of your saline solution IV?
Turn around and use it on me
You tryna snort on my keys?
You fuckin' broad, get in back, you're comin' to Florida with me,
Tell your momma I'ma drop you off at the hospital later
We finna make this run
Take this gun and cover me, Slater
And quit your...

Ballin' Uncontrollably
Ballin' Uncontrollably
Ballin' Uncontrollably
B-ballin' Uncontrollably
[x4]

Going Crazy lyrics - eminem (feat. D12)

[Eminem]
Fame, fame, fame
I think it's got me goin' crazy
Ohhhohhh
I get lost in this game, game, game
I'm gettin' tired of all you naysayers
Ohhhohhh
Keep speaking my name, name, name
You gon' have reason to hate me
Yeahhhheahhh
It's like. you. don't. want. me to win
So. this. time. I'm goin' in!

[Swifty]
This the life of a rocker
jagermeister and vodka
Hoppin' off of the club's balcony
Into the crowd, surfin'
And when they drop me, I'm randomly sockin' fans
And when my interviews in hockey masks,
Slap the journalists on their ass
I'm high off speed,
Drivin' my car at high speed
Pocket full of weed, while lesbians follow me
I'm in the studio, envy
My h & m, gon' call for me
Cause I fell asleep on the soundboard, ain't get us off a week
So let's Bang!! all up in my head
Get 'em back ungrateful dead
Bustin' in the air, with 30 bitches up in my bed
I'm kickin' 'em out naked, and this the sympathy
Just ask me why I did it, well fuck it I can't remember

[Eminem]
Fame, fame, fame
I think it's got me goin' crazy
Ohhhohhh
I get lost in this game, game, game
I'm gettin' tired of all you naysayers
Ohhhohhh
Keep speaking my name, name, name
You gon' have reason to hate me
Yeahhhheahhh
It's like. you. don't. want. me to win
So. this. time. I'm goin' in!

[Kuniva]
Some boys are wallin
Drinkin', cussin', and hyper smilin'
Been ridin' for days, tour bus look like ryker's island
Hand me jack daniel's, spray paintin' the die hard fan
Little cocker spaniel, fresh out of the damn zoo
Man you, better be conscious, I'm backstage
Livin' it up, with a couple of sluts feelin' nautious
We're drinkin' it's been a couple of days, since I've slept
My dick is sore from fuckin', when I bust there's nothin' left
Just dust, back on the stage, give me my microphone
Strappin' with the audience as we perform hypersong
Our label presented us with a plaque
Brought it on stage, and bashed it to pieces with an aluminum bats, stanks
Now which one of you bitches down for the cause
Yeah I said my dick is sore but I ain't say shit about my balls
Last call then we off to the next city, yeah
Whatever I didn't drink on my bladder pack it up and take the rest with me

[Eminem]
Fame, fame, fame
I think it's got me goin' crazy
Ohhhohhh
I get lost in this game, game, game
I'm gettin' tired of all you naysayers
Ohhhohhh
Keep speaking my name, name, name
You gon' have reason to hate me
Yeahhhheahhh
It's like. you. don't. want. me to win
So. this. time. I'm goin' in!

[Eminem]
Yeah this game has got me goin' crazy
Fuck it, I am crazy
What's new, what kinda fuckin' glue you'd think I'd be if I was glue
We lost proof, he was our crew's glue
But where was you, when we were fallin' apart
You were shittin on us too
But no one but us knew we were beefin'
Cause that's what happens when you beef with crew
It stays in the crew, cause it's just crew
But we're back now, yeah we took our time while our blood grew
Only thing we're in a hurry for now is to rush you!
And we're back, these days if you don't got the guts or the nuts to
Pussy, go pick your pussy leaves off your cunt tree, fuck you
Ahh choo!
Bless you! I'm allergic to pussy, sluts too
Yeah, you think you the shit, till we flush you
Have some bullshit to readjust
Still got a just a few of us left, but it'd be unjust to rob us our just due
So rest in peace to Bugz and proof
This one's for you homies, we love you
But we can't stop now we done had too much of our blood drew from this...

[Eminem]
Fame, fame, fame
I think it's got me goin' crazy
Ohhhohhh
I get lost in this game, game, game
I'm gettin' tired of all you naysayers
Ohhhohhh
Keep speaking my name, name, name
You gon' have reason to hate me
Yeahhhheahhh
It's like. you. don't. want. me to win
So. this. time. I'm goin' in!

Wee Wee lyrics - eminem

[Chorus:]
Put it on my wee wee!
Banana, strawberry, pineapple, orange! [x4]

[Verse 1:]
Got a dick, it's as big as a banana
I try to control it, but I can't.
It's too tough, it's like an AK flip banana.
You better watch out, Hannah Montana!
Man, what's the matter? Have you no manners? (no!)
You know the girl from Juno's address?
Yeah, I'm a prob'ly go to jail for that.
Now I got the cops on my tail for that!
Run up on your car with a stale banana
In your tail pipe, can't believe you fell for that.
It coulda been a Molotov Cocktail for that.
Wait a minute, man! What the hell was that?
I heard a noise, where you goin'? What are you, bananas?!
You can't go back there, stupid ass!
I just seen a woman in a Freddy Krueger mask.
Who the fuck are you, Superman?
All you have is a little stupid can
Of whipped cream what the hell you gonna do with that?
I'm a put it on my wee wee. Ooh, good answer!
A super bonanza extravaganza.
Man, go ahead, what you waitin' for?
You better get them clothes off, baby boy.
Come on! Let's go! We're gonna make a porn!
Ready, set, go! Hit play, record!

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
Are you ready? - You better hold the camera steady.
She's pro'ly back there with a damn machete!
She's pro'ly gonna eat you like canned spaghetti
She's pro'ly gonna kill ya; still wanna check, see?
Have a little quick look? - Go on?
She's pro'ly six foot tall like bigfoot, the hell with that?
We probably should run, don't dare look back!
We probably, probably, probably
There probably was a problem at the post office or something
But you probably didn't know that, did ya?
Now what ya gonna do when she gets ya?
I ain't goin' with ya, forget ya!
Quit tryna hold my hand, mista'!
Pretend she's your little sista'! - Little sista'! [?]
Might as well take the whipped cream with ya
And when you see her, make sure you get a picture!
We could try to make another "Blair Witch-a - movie"
A beastiality porno with smoothies.

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
It's Eerie, but here comes Zack and Miri
The "Beauty And The Beast", his back is hairy.
But she don't care, they're attractive, very
Very sexually active, very.
No, Zack! Don't go back in there!
It's too late now, she's grabbin' hair!
He screams: "Bloody Mary!" - Grabs a mirror
But stop just ain't in her vocabular.
"Get off me, please! Get off me, stop!"
Ballin' back at a coffee shop.
They go non-stop. - She says: "Go!"
He says: "No! " - She says: "Oh!"
Back and forth, they scream and shout.
Yeah, boy; let them demons out!
It's the kinda nightmare you dream about
Uh-oh! Now the whipped cream is out.
I get sick thoughts. - Sick, sick, thoughts.
The things you could do with your lipstick gloss.
Put it on my dick 'til the tip looks orange.
Bitch, keep going! - Bitch, keep going!

[Chorus]

[Outro:]
Banana...
Banana...
Banana... [beat fades out]
Banana...
Banana...

G.O.A.T. lyrics - eminem

I'm a goat
and for those of y'all who don't know what a goat is
it means the greatest of all time
and I consider myself one of those
so thank you very much, here it goes!

This is the part I was worried about
everyone thinks that my career is down the tubes
and I'm in some dusty garage inhaling them carbon monoxide fumes
and everyone's telling me what I should do
and how I should come out and what to rap about
and I know I got a lot up in my medulla oblongata that I gotta get out
and I'm not sure how this is gonna come off
they're probably gonna think that I'm coming off as cocky (haha)
like I just started giving a fuck what you really think about me
see, the thing about me
is you don't really know a thing about me
everyone's making a stink about me
like there's some kind of a aura of that of the king around me
surround me with nothin' but gangsters, killers, and bangers
and the most dangerous criminals
and I feel like I'm more comfortable around them than I do my own motherfuckin' neighbors
but, see, my dream is to be remembered as one of the best when I leave
but why does it seem like I'm not even put up in the same category as other emcees?
so when Weezy says that he's better than Jay-z
please, be that just subliminally
means he thinks Jigga's the best and that he's
the only one up in that league, see
and it's easy just to consider me one of the greatest white rappers there is
knowing god damn well that I'm one of the best motherfucking rappers who ever lived period.

I'm a goat
and I don't mean to gloat
but I know what I know and I know what you think
and these magazines'll never put it in ink
because how would it look if they considered me as a goat?
and for those of y'all who don't know what a goat is
it means the greatest of all time
and I consider myself one of those
so thank you very much, here it goes!

Maybe they figure that I'm on my way out the game
so they gotta go try to find em a new Eminem
or a new Shady, if they think it's gonna happen
man, I thought I was crazy
or maybe I could be takin' it wrong and they're tryna pay homage to me in a strange way
so let me pay homage to my fellow white competitors almost in the same way
see, you hardly ever do hear anyone even bringing up that Paul Wall's white
cause lyrically he doesn't pose a threat to anyone, see, he's just aight
and Bubba Sparxxx, he just won't write
because he's so caught up in that snow white
that Timbaland can't even get him in the studio
he's so gone off that coke, right
and it's so sad, cause he's dope, right
America's next great white hope, right
so now they feel like they gotta come up with some corny ass white rapper show, right
and which I'm still havin' mixed feelings about
they said it'd be real, I'm just spillin' it out
there's somethin' about a white boy talking black and runnin' around with a damn grill in his mouth
and I love when the say that Tiger Woods shit
"Isn't it ironic that the best rapper's white and the best golfer's black?"
and I'm the one who's gotta catch all the flack offa' that
but these are the people who never had heard of an Eminem until 8 Mile had came out
but I had already hit middle America
Parents had all got to likin' me now
when suddenly I wasn't such a bad guy
all of the hatred for me must've died
thought I committed career suicide so I had to turn back into the bad guy
so faggoty faggoty faggoty gays
and anatomy God made Raggedy Ann and Andy
not Raggedy Andy and Andy and Andy
and Angelina Jolie is just another ho
and Brad is a sucka' because once I fuck her
she wants to go to Somalia to adopt another baby
you know what I say? No
You better save some of them kids from Madonna
she needs all the publicity she can get
you want a Shady? Well, you got it, man
I ain't apologizin' for shit.

I'm a goat
and I don't mean to gloat
but I know what I know and I know what you think
and these magazines'll never put it in ink
because how would it look if they considered me as a goat?
and for those of y'all who don't know what a goat is
it means the greatest of all time
and I consider myself one of those
so thank you very much, here it goes!

Man, I'm takin' my ball and goin' home, man
shit is too easy
nobody even wants to pass me the ball cause
(I'm a goat)
so don't worry, I'm out the motherfuckin' game
and y'all can sit and argue about who's the motherfuckin' best
but y'all know that
(I'm a goat)
and like I said, I'm one of the motherfuckin' best
before you get your panties in a motherfuckin' bunch
but before I go, I'd like to say fuck you very much to everybody who wasn't there from the start
and thank you very much to everybody who was
and y'all ain't gotta say it, just think it
cause I know that you know that I know that you know that I know that you know
(I'm a goat)
(hahahaha)
I'm out, y'all
it's been real, peace