Realest lyrics - Ez Mil & Eminem

If I was in the Philippines, he'll be like my muhfuckin' Malcolm X to my Martin Luther King

Because he ain't a fightin' to go unnoticed

There's no way I was gonna cross 'em off like he's just some any rapper, like a one-hit wonder (Yeah)

[Ez Mil:]

I'm on whatever you on, I ain't gon' talk on the phone (Haha)

Keep that same energy fuckin' with enemies

It's gettin' temptin' to run in your home (Who did that?)

Huh, buddy, I do it alone, Cudi said word to my homes

Don't just go hit 'em 'cause I gotta drive

You focus on aimin' that blick at his dome, no cap

You motherfuckers be lucky as fuck that ain't nobody envious of you enough

Take it from me like a brother who dug off the mud on his head but done ended up cuffed

Then he just gets back, backed out again into a world where you double what he did

'Cause you learn, you give it up, or get fucked in turn, homie

I'm the realest in the business and everybody gon' be envious of my beginnings

Got a circus for the sinners with bodies, so stop tryna be another addition

'Cause I'm the realest in the business and everybody gon' be envious of my beginnings

Got a circus for the sinners with bodies, so stop tryna be another addition

I done got hit on the head, barely survived that shit (Okay)

Minus a nine from ten, Eminem's spot still sits

But fuck a position, I'm tunin' him in

Let all you rock out with it, I ain't ever gonna be an opt-out mission

Get the Glock out with it, get to poppin', dip out and smoke

With the homies we mobbin', while I'm cleanin' the stash of my calibers

Some of them might got ya' name on 'em

Wanna brag about shit that could happen

I am the reason that they got a chain on 'em

When I rap, they consider me a Gatling

Fillin' up mags, I'm finna go clapping

Get in that bag with a gold B rabbit, I know they hate this flow

I'm in the mode to get to killin' again with the best stick in your dome

You're never gettin' a penny or less, stealin' the flows

And I'ma spread it again as a test, sick of these hoes

They get to bitchin', the bigger the breasts, nevertheless

I'ma get it, enter with that trigger, never better

Instead of settin' the bet up, I let up with the Beretta

Make it, "Duka-duka-doo," on you bitches in front of PETA

'Cause I'm kinda gettin' fed up of leavin' y'all wet up like

I'm the realest in the business and everybody gon' be envious of my beginnings

Got a circus for the sinners with bodies, so stop tryna be another addition

'Cause I'm the realest in the business and everybody gon' be envious of my beginnings

Got a circus for the sinners with bodies, so stop tryna be another addition

[Eminem:]

Guess I've really no right to complain much (Nah)

Hip-hop has been good to me, huh? (Well)

But when they say that I'm only top five

'Cause I'm white, why would I be stunned? (Huh)

My skin color still workin' against me (What?)

'Cause second I should be to none (Ha)

Being white ain't why they put me at five (Nope)

It's why they can't put me at one (Woo)

They come in with more venom

So the haters, I'm aimin' it toward them (Brr)

And all the envious rappers, I torch if I'm on a joint with 'em (Yeah)

And that is the only retort, is I'm not played in the clubs (What?)

Motherfucker, put a cork in it

Only reason they still play your shit in the club (Why?)

Is 'cause you still perform in 'em (Ha-ha)

I am the guest in this house but I turn this bitch to a mansion (What? Yeah)

That's an expansion, made it gargantuan (Huh, what?)

England, Germany, France and Japan's in this bitch (Huh, yeah)

Even Dubai, because my music, they do buy (What?)

You died tryin' the scientist

Two psychiatrists could not unscrew my head off

The blue-eyed devil, I never quit, do I? (Nah)

Nah, 'cause you know you'd get washed like a bar of soap (Yeah)

You pussy, you wouldn't give a cigar to smoke (Ha-ha)

And I know that it eats at your heart like an artichoke (Yeah)

Because you know that's how likely you are to choke (Yeah)

Your heart is broke as I rip you apart

I go bananas, proceed to spit every bar, bro (Damn)

I was speaking before my mother's water broke

It's not even close, you bitch, I'm by far the G.O.A.T

Gen Z is actin' like rap experts, zip up your gaps and close your mouths (Yeah)

Bitch, you ain't been on this planet long enough to tell me how rap's supposed to sound (Nah)

Y'all need to stick to what you do best (What?), shootin' schools up, gat', go load up rounds

In your parents' gats and go to class and let off with the strap and go to town (Uh-huh)

Shout to the Furious Five and Grandmaster Flash, but, boy (Whaddup, though?)

This someone who really is furious, stay out his path, his wrath, avoid

And I'll be the last to toy with, this juice-head, his brain is like half destroyed

Like a meteor hit it

Well, there went Melle Mel, we lost his ass to 'roids (Damn)

And God was like, "I got 'em, but I'm gonna start 'em at the bottom of the barrel

Brought him in the world where the mother was on valium him and his father was a coward

Taught him as a child when the fuckin' body was around

Had to get himself up and out of poverty, and now

Not even a growl in his stomach, gotta be a hound"

'Til they put your body in the ground, prolly gonna sound like a cliche

But when haters try to beat you down, say "Fuck 'em"

[Ez Mil:]

'Cause I'm the realest in the business and everybody gon' be envious of my beginnings

Got a circus for the sinners with bodies, so stop tryna be another addition

'Cause I'm the realest in the business and everybody gon' be envious of my beginnings

Got a circus for the sinners with bodies, so stop tryna be another addition

[Eminem:]

I'm just playin' Gen Z

You know I love you

Second Chance lyrics - Eminem (feat. Ludacris & Lil Wayne)

Yeah

It's my life

My own words I guess

Have you ever loved someone so much, you'd give an arm for?

Not the expression, no, literally give an arm for?

When they know they're your heart

And you know you were their armour

And you will destroy anyone who would try to harm her

But what happens when karma, turns right around and bites you?

And everything you stand for, turns on you to spite you?

What happens when you become the main source of her pain?

"Daddy look what I made", Dad's gotta go catch a plane

"Daddy where's Mommy? I can't find Mommy where is she?"

I don't know go play Hailie, baby, your Daddy's busy

Daddy's writing a song, this song ain't gonna write itself

I'll give you one underdog then you gotta swing by yourself

Then turn right around in that song and tell her you love her

And put hands on her mother, who's a spitting image of her

That's Slim Shady, yeah baby, Slim Shady's crazy

Shady made me, but tonight Shady's rocka-by-baby

You look like you're in another world

But I can read your mind

How can you be so far away

Lying by my side

You look like you're in another world

But I can read your mind

How can you be so far away

Lying by my side

Things ain't always what they seem or cracked up to be

Like all these fakin' ass rappers in this industry

Talkin' bout what they got, and they ain't got a damn thang

How you own three cars, but you don't own ya own name?

Get ya business right boys, the first class is in session

Get a entertainment lawyer in the music profession

Start up ya own company, trademark the name

That's gon' run ya bout a grand so start savin' ya change

Open a bank account quick, and then follow these steps

Sign yourself to yourself and start signin' ya own checks

Hit the booth and start recording at the speed of need

Whatever gets ya juices flowin' could be speed or weed

Get it mixed and mastered, pressed up and plastered

Sell it to ya whole hood out the trunk, ya bastard

Show all the non-believers what you destined to be

And in just a couple years you could be rich like me

But I can't hold my tongue

You look like you're in another world

But I can read your mind

How can you be so far away

Lying by my side

You look like you're in another world

But I can read your mind

How can you be so far away

Lying by my side

Money to be made best believe a nigga clocking

I run it myself like a quarterback option

I pitch a 10 g's tell a bitch to go shopping

She buy herself some clothes, and she bought me back a chopper

See niggas tryna kick it, but no I don't play sucker

I'm all about my cake I'm tryna marry Betty Crocker

A package on the way you know my whip game proper

And enough for one key I see seventy thousand dollers

Now I was shooting dice, smoking on a joint

I bet with Yo Gotti, he hit five straight points

We ova here hustling, we ova here grinding

You rap about money and nigga might sign ya

You rap about me and a nigga might find ya

Banana in ya ass with ya head right behind ya

Dope game bitch let his mamma worry bout him

You can holla at me for a fee

You look like you're in another world

But I can read your mind

How can you be so far away

Lying by my side

You look like you're in another world

But I can read your mind

How can you be so far away

Lying by my side

You look like you're in another world

But I can read your mind

How can you be so far away

Lying by my side

You look like you're in another world

But I can read your mind

How can you be so far away

Lying by my side

SHADY CXVPHER lyrics - Eminem (with Slaughterhouse & Yelawolf)

KXNG Crooked, Eastside, Long Beach, California

My name is KXNG CROOKED, I snap on you rappers often

When I'm spazzin' I'm just gettin' my passionate point across

Like a hood cat clappin' his hands when he's talkin'

Now that I got your attention, I feel I should really mention

Don't come around here flossin', Big Willies, we'll Willie Lynch 'em

Pull out the chopper, rappers hittin' the ground

Like every bar is a bullet, when I pull it, it sound like

B-b-b-b-b a couple of bullets are comin' your way then it jam

Like god damn

Then I pick up somethin' quicker, start killin' everything in the vicinity

The proximity, the Glocksimity, we on Yosemite Sam

Bam, bam your body drop, Van Damme, karate chop

The Beretta's a better competitor

Pop pop turn your sweater to a crop top

Killin' you and whoever in that drop top

Etcetera, etcetera and it will not stop

Just shoot, shoot like doot doot

And beaucoup, beaucoup, I'm cuckoo

I'm a star goin' to war with you clones like Count Dooku

I'm worlds apart from you rappers

Like I walk in the booth rockin' a biosuit made of plastic

And NASA's galactic elastic travelin' through space, interstellar rapping

Broadcastin' from uninhibited planets

When I come back, that's it

You see a flash in the sky, it's that nigga, I

When I land, you wack niggas die

And your casket is your last hit

You wack bitch, fuckin' bastard

Back to the hand clappin'

You die quicker than Darren Wilson walkin' through Ferguson

Dressed like the grand dragon of the Klan

Passin' niggas with pants saggin'

With their hand on a black Magnum

To clap him backwards

So their last words is "kcuf meht nmad saggin"

That's backwards for "fuck them damn niggas"

Buck them damn triggers

You charge us, bodies fill up them damn Rivers

Cause everybody wanna be the best rapper alive

But I only like dead rappers

Compare me to the best rappers who died

And you rappers I used to look up to

I gotta cancel you now

Like Simon Cowell, I can't let you ex factors survive

Nah, the time's right and they finally limelightin' the god of this rhyme writin'

My mic can only be likened to Poseidon's trident and Zeus' lightenin' strike

And my metaphors are what Thor was to the Norse viking

I'm a born titan and at-point kill 'em like swordfightin'

I'm slicin' organs with songwritin', I dwarf giants

I hope I'm rubbin' you pussies wrong sort of like poor dykin'

I smoke philosophy, I snort science

That means I'm higher than higher learnin', look in my eyes

That's where the fire's burnin'

Try to deny a music messiah's returnin'

You die and you fry in my iron furnace

I am on my get rich or die tryin' like when Em was signin' Curtis

Cause I am murderous

Joe Budden, Jersey City, New Jersey

Now we can do this a couple of different ways, it really depends

Could give them classic NY jeans over the Timbs

Or I could spit about my car and how it sit on the rims

Or I could tell you why I'm hot and disappear like MIMS

But the bars there, put that on God, ask an atheist

And if I ain't the bomb at least I'm in the blast radius

I'm beating these kids' indictment, shit, I like the terror

APB on my actions, I'm in the viking era

Moment of truth, I give you facts right now

Fuck this cypher, my mind ain't on rap right now

So it's fuck metaphors and punches, all the witty shit

Got a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip

Face says I been stressed

I got an aunt getting her ass kicked by MS

Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for the promo

Shit that bothered from the start

Cause the cancer left his lungs and it's on my grandfather's heart

Yeah, just not the side that the beat is on

I'm supposed to put that to the side when the beat is on

I'm planning the funeral, I'm getting the hearse ready

These niggas only wanna ask me if the verse is ready

Not a how do I feel, not a how do I deal

If that's life then, nigga, how is it real?

These last couple of days I've been speaking to my peers

Giving them cries for help, I guess they need to see the tears

But wait, wildest part of all of that is

They'll shoot a suicidal rapper right here on the bridge

But fuck it, gotta pardon 'em, shout out to my squad and 'em

House Gang, Shady, I'm gone, nigga, my job is done

Yelawolf, Gadsden, Alabama

My name is Wayne, I'm from Alabama

Here's the back story

I just fell off the turnip truck with Ernest Tubb

I'm 33, I've got 3 kids and I just popped 3 pills

I don't know which one's which or what it's for

Safety ain't really a habit I've formed

I still smoke to the cigarette butt

I still drink till I end up being that klutz

Clumsy, self-destructive dummy

Stumbling over my words, mumbling

I'll probably do it tonight

Leave the bar, leave the car

And pass out like a fetus in a jar with my feet up to the stars

And dream about that light that leads up to the lord

I have nightmares about my momma getting beat up in the yard

Wake up feeling like half a human

Hit the studio and unleash this guilt and regret

For my lack of union between rap, you and the rock and roll community

But unity between country music and MCs, I'm claiming immunity

Still I'm working, sawing, milling this tree

Building this house exactly the way Charlemagne the god and Lord Jamar thought it would be

Wait a minute... the lord and the god hate me

Jesus Christ, I am the white devil!

Nah

I'm still working, sawing, milling this tree

Building this house exactly the way I thought it should be

Wanna take a tour? Let's see

I've got floor-to-ceiling windows and a cabin-style mansion

Bucks, bears, trucks, boats, tires, spares, four-wheelers

Three-wheelers, two-wheelers, a drug dealer on call

Plaques on the wall, racks on the wall for my guns on the wall

Lift kits, low riders, chop shops, hi tops, low tops, cowboy boots

Dixie flags, American flags, Slumerican tags on my Slumerican ass

CEO

I've got my name on the bathrobe, and the flame on the back porch is lit

Guess who's coming to dinner?

André 3000 and Hank the Third, go figure

I've got two stand-up jetskis, a top pedigree horse, just to pet and feed of course

Who rides a horse in Nashville? I might

I've got bicycles for the kids, tricycles for the babies

M-80s, bottle rockets, bottles in my pocket

Moonshine, gold watches, gold rings

All fake, no bling, don't hate, that's my thing

I've got new clothes, old clothes, vintage, tremendous, endless style

Goodwill loves me Mackle-more than you

I've got flat screen TVs, with skate videos on repeat

All the latest CDs, mp3s, and Beats by Dre

Thank you very much, Jimmy Iovine for the check

I've got a black woman fine as she can be

FeFe with a ring on her finger that could give sight to the blind

A 5, a 10, a couple hundreds layin' on the counter

I don't know where that came from

I got artwork from hard work, yardworkers for yard work

Don't look under the tarp, sir

I'm growin' weed for my mama there

I've got a paved driveway and photos in the hallway of me on my Harley

And I did it my way

See, hip hop is what you make of it

And I'm makin' a lot of it

See that's a quadruple entendre, Jay Z eat your heart out

Joell Ortiz, Brooklyn, New York

But these cyphers, I treat 'em like they're a war, don't want no mediators

Nah, this that grow up in the P's behavior, next door to the greasy neighbors

People thank you, I do this for all the mean creators

I was someone who never needed favors to get where I'm at

Now they deem me a savior

But to be honest I ain't feelin' like that, man I just really like rap

Y'all lucky, trust me

I'm opposite the hands of Sandusky

With the shit that my pen state, these rappers can't touch me

Ugly? Shit, you serious? I'm hideous

I was better than all you silly kids while trying to figure out just who I really is

As a younger dude, life was somethin' rude

I barely made it to the first like a Cutler move

No rubber groove on my shoes led to fights, so suspensions

I had 3 in one week, yeah that was public school

Did I say 3 in 1? That's funny cause there's 4 of us in the Slaughter

That's a 3 and 1, I learned that in public school too

Like what's in between a 3 and 1 and House Gang, I spoke to all 3 on 1 call

Like I dropped 2 albums and #3 is 1 second from bein' done

Just need y'all 3 to send me 1 verse apiece

For this Heatmakerz beat and Brother's Keeper 1

Simple mathematics, I'm addin' up to all these rap addicts

I don't like to divide dough so I multiply flow

And subtract maggots

Like a brand new Craftmatic, boy I'm back at it

Smokin' these new boys like my last habit

Dabnabbit I tried to quit but everything I kick's like the last dragon

Hoes suckin' my drummer dick, they on my bandwagon

I just gotta laugh cause y'all pushin' a lot of swag

I'm pushin' this big ole Hearse, don't get body bagged

Royce Da 5'9", Detroit, gah

These new rappers be askin' me

Why I don't be hangin' out where they be hangin' out

I tell 'em, I say "Lil nigga listen here"

If I don't got no business there, I don't got no business there

See there's a difference here

You hustlin' so you can be seen

Nigga I'm grindin' so I can disappear

I don't do it like other rappers do

When it's on time, it's skull and bone signs at the stu

We got guns you only find on your cheat code screen

If you think I remind you of any of these niggas you wildin' out

Like Chico Bean

When there's drama I don't ask no questions, I just clap in that direction

I look at this gat like it's an actual accessory

I'm anti-social so relax when you step to me

Nigga I shoot the breeze with actual weaponry

Your lil' stare downs won't fare well

I got a pale conscience, I'm the grey area

The last person I had a bond with was a bail bondsman

Now imagine me hangin' with y'all and we rappin' on the same song

Nigga I'd rather juggle a couple of chainsaws

Or run through hell with a pair of gasoline Hanes on

I'm a star but not on some I wanna be a star kinda shit

The only celebrity who give a fuck less than me is Marshawn Lynch

Glock in the stash as a backup but the MAC'll burst

Cripple your style, your first born child'll come out

With a colostomy bag as the afterbirth

I don't give a fuck

Nigga I'll show up to Beyonce's show posin' as Jay Z

Stagger in your studio session with a bomb strapped to my chest

Lookin' like Omarion holdin' his baby

Jump in the 4 door Mercedes with a .44 listenin' to JoJo and K-Ci

Drinkin' and sniffin' enough blow that it got me thinkin' I can exchange sicknesses

Maybe, this ebola for rabies

That's it, just livin' the rapper life

Banana clip in the air, lookin' like it's 'bout to start singin' it's MAC tonight

MACs, I use this MAC as a component for thugs rollin' up

I got this MAC on and you better stay in that corner

Cause shit can turn into that song except I don't give a fuck what day it is

I'll have this club goin' up, fuck with me

Mack magnet, attractin' enormous green

Slap this clip in this gat then call this arm Christy Mack

Cause this bitch is that war machine

Life of a giant, but who needs size when you're wack and your team's soft

Drag your girl down this hill 'til she admits that it feels like she's jackin' the beanstalk

We both got marketing plans

Yours is to sell records and try to net more than you gross before

Mine is to punch you in your face if you ever disrespect me

And then go and invest into a grocery store

Rolled up with the Smith & Wesson and drew on you like let's fight now

I do numbers, I turn you and your crew into two plumbers

Translation, get your shit together and pipe down

Fuck a mic, I don't write, I chew and spit

I'll shoot you and your sis if you insist

I got my eyes on the sparrow

Silencer's so big it look like I got Bobby Shmurda tied to the front of the barrel

And he doin' this

My name is Marshall

I'm repping that motherfucking Motor City, bitch

I just turned Slaughterhouse to a quintet

Began to trend-set, murdered a friend's pet

Made shit as ill as it can get went in depth

Like a fucking vignette and two bars skins wet

I'm already covered in sweat and I wasn't even ready to come in yet

Ah, let me set this drink down

Beat up a gal, start beef with her pal

Probably be wild 'til I'm wrinkled and senile

And "Rap God" was a freestyle

Off the top of the dome piece while I was sleep on the couch

And I'm freestyling now

I need a towel, sweat leaks from my brow

It's burning my eyes, my cerebral is foul

Cause shit I'm thinking about should be illegal

I need my head banned like the guy who left Cleveland Ohio

And went to South Beach with his talents

Scream "fuck you" on the way out and wink with a smile

This whole game can eat a dick, I'm going back deep underground

But right now I'm back on that bullshit and you I'm singling out

Cause you're so fucking outdated you should mingle a while

What the fuck is this Klusterfuk of busters

Bunch of Buster Douglas', motherfuckers is one hit wonders

One swing and you're crowned

Knocked one out the park, one catchy jingle and now

You think you fucking with me cause you sold like 300 thou

Bitch, I can jump without my feet ever leaving the ground

Reach up, swing from a cloud with 3 thousand people around

Evil and vile enough to leap in the crowd

And heave a child in a sink hole on Cinco De Mayo

When I'm sprinkled in pico de gallo

Mardi Gras beads in a towel

I just made that up

I don't know much Spanish, I'm not bilingual

But I'll show you a Mexican stand off

Between just these two amigos

Cause neither really wants to say what we're thinking out loud

But I sure as fuck think I know how to read body English, no doubt

Cause we're trying to kill each other, but lyrically

The fuck is humility? What is a real emcee?

Royce, he came up in this shit with me

Never spit that hustler shit, it wasn't a fit for me

Let them adjust 'til they just get the gist of me

Just not giving a fuck and plus with the history

Of muscular distrophy, it wasn't a mystery

Why this middle finger was stuck in this upward positioning

So what in the fuck is a list to me?

I'm used to not being on it, I expect it out 'em

Heck wit' em, I get my respect without 'em

Ain't really been into diamonds since I put my first record out

But I could put a chain around my second album

And wear it as a neck medallion

Became a millionaire, went downhill from there

Became civil, office swivel chair, sterling silverware

Screaming life is still unfair 'til I get a real career

The fuck am I gonna do until then? This job is too fulfilling

Two ga-jillion pairs of super villain shoes to fill in

And a mood to kill till I plow my Coupe de Ville

Into some children at the food pavilion and Build-A-Bear

Warrior's mind, I'm pro-hydrocodone euphoria

In the Drug Emporium line, I'm soaring

I'm pouring Vicodin four at a time ignoring the warning signs on 'em fore I go four wheeler riding

Gory and violent, horrifying

You surely won't find no one more abhorring

Than I am with this retaliatory of rhyming for Gloria Steinem

But I finger her like a witness, show me a line-up

I usually am abusive, but excuse me, ma'am

I guess I must've threw you for a loop like Toucan Sam

When I said I could use the sample cause you's a tramp

But look how you react to this trigger like

When I call you a bigger dyke than the Hoover Dam

You're playing right into Lex Luthor's hand

It's such a ruthless plan, might even lose a fan

But fuck it, Superman wouldn't change in a phone booth for Stan

I'm a brand new being like Grand Puba's band

Happy as Anderson Cooper having a tuba crammed

In his pooper with lubricant...wait, that's too... I can't

Since honesty is the best policy I'll give you the old college try

Try to acknowledge my mistakes, probably won't qualify

As a gentleman and a scholar, but it's time that I swallow pride

And say that I'm sorry, sorry I can't apologize

I think of all them times I compromised my bottom lines

And thought of rhymes that sodomized your daughter's minds

Then I'm like dollar signs

But I may fight for gay rights especially if they dyke

Is more of a knockout than Janay Rice

Play nice, bitch, I'll punch Lana Del Rey right

In the face twice like Ray Rice in broad daylight

In plain sight of the elevator surveillance

'Til her head is banged on the railing

Then celebrate with the Ravens

Never date an assailant who self-medicates with inhalants

I'd meditate, but I may need a better way to escape

The aggression, rage and the anger

Cause leg restraints on the ankles

Heavy weights and an anchor with handcuffs in chains

Just ain't enough to contain it

But I'd still get the same respect as Jay if I came on

Stage in a fucking negligée everyday and Liz Claiborne

Devastated from breakup with Kate Hudson

Wait slut, your friends, what are they gonna say

Cause makeup ain't gonna cover

That eye that's seven-eighths of the way shut

Pepper-sprayed with your face cut

Made my bank like a lay up

Off these effing skanks on the way up

Oh, bitch thinks she's heaven-sent

It's evident that she ain't never been with seven inches

Yes, I said seven, I measured it

Seven inches from the floor

While I'm standing on the fourth floor balcony

At the Sheraton while I'm stretching it

Bitch, I'm a pimp so a limp dick is all you'll ever get

So if she's hesitant to get the hint

I'll bet you that I get the message sent who she's messing with

Hella quick when I tell a chick not to ever use sex as a weapon

When I step in and beat the wretched wench with a crescent wrench

Existential detriment to a lesbian devil

And the unpleasant stench of an estrogen level

A separatist like a Chechnian rebel

Impressionist with a pencil

A pessimist, with his lips pressed against

The edge of this Red Bull

Pedal to the metal I'm rippin' this shit cause right away I'll give it to a bitch like a pedestrian, deadly as ever

You see what kind of effects she has on the opposite sex when I push her flexible little sexy ass through a plate of plexiglass

SHADYXV as perplexing as

The last fifteen years and I'm predicting my next relapse

When I spit these lyrics so don't look at me weird

When I start shifting gears and shit re-smears all over Britney Spears

And these little Disney queers

Who use chicks for beards?

Just made that up too

Oh and the Shady 2.0

We wrote it in roman numerals like they do for the Super Bowls

Cause it's supposed to confuse you hoes

The flows lose you as usual, so juvenile

2 year old when I go to the studio

It's only music but don't be foolish though

You don't know me through it ho but you can blow me to it though

In my homie's Buick

Been known to lose it though so if I overdo it you drove me to it

When I step in the vocal booth like I'm supposed to do

And I murder you on a fuckin' track like Tony Stewart

In one take, if I fuck up and I don't redo it

You couldn't sound grown on a beat if you were moaning to it

The day I don't say fuck you (w)all, you can throw me through it

Rootinest-tootinest, shootin' this from the hip

With the sentiments, Eminem isn't penning them for the women

I'm an enemy to them and the epitome of an inconsiderate idiot

But they consider me equivalent to chlamydia

They tryna get rid of me gadzooks

But I stiggity stand for the figgity flag

Of the United States and the freedom, I distribute these raps through

And if I catch you doing anything

Hindering or prohibiting that after I get me the

Tattoo of your lips on my ass I'mma be literally

Pickin' up and deliberately whippin' the Statue of Liberty at you wooooh!

Fuck it

Got it somewhere in there probably, I don't know

Superman / Cry Me A River (Remix) lyrics - Eminem

[Intro]

"SLIM!"

HI MY NAME IS...

...Bitch you make me hurl.

[Verse 1]

They call me superman, leap tall hoes in a single bound

I'm single now, got no ring on this finger now

I'd never let another chick bring me down, in a relationship

Save it bitch, babysit, you make me sick

Superman ain't savin' shit, girl you can jump on Shady's dick

Straight from the hip, cut to the chase, I tell a muthafuckin' slut, to her face

Play no games, say no names, ever since I broke up with what's her face

I'm a different man, kiss my ass, kiss my lips, bitch why ask

Kiss my dick, get my cash, I'd rather have you whip my ass

Don't put out, I'll put you out, won't get out, I'll push you out

Puss blew out, poppin' shit, wouldn't piss on fire to put you out

Am I too nice, buy you ice, bitch if you died, I wouldn't buy you life

What you tryin' to be my new wife, what you Mariah, fly through twice...

[Pre-Chorus]

But I do know one thing though, bitches, they come they go

Saturday through Sunday, Monday, Monday through Sunday yo'

Maybe I'll love you one day, maybe we'll someday grow

Till then just sit your drunk ass on that fuckin' runway ho'...

[Chorus A]

Cause I can't be your Superman (Cry me a River)

Can't be your Superman

Can't be your Superman (Cry me a River-er)

Can't be your Superman

I can't be your Superman

Can't be your Superman (Cry me a River)

Can't be your Superman

Your Superman, your Superman... (Cry me a River-er, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2]

Don't get me wrong, I love these ho's

It's no secret, everybody knows

Yeah we fucked, bitch so what, that's about as far as your buddy goes

We'll be friends, I'll call you again, I'll chase you around every bar you attend

Never know what kind of car I'll be in, we'll see how much you'll be partying then

You don't want that, neither do I, I don't want to flip when I see you with guys

Too much pride, between you and I

Not a jealous man, but females lie

But I guess that's just what sluts do, how could it ever be just us two

I'd never love you enough to trust you, we just met and I just fucked you...

[Pre-Chorus]

But I do know one thing though, bitches, they come they go

Saturday through Sunday, Monday, Monday through Sunday yo'

Maybe I'll love you one day, maybe we'll someday grow

Till then just sit your drunk ass on that fuckin' runway ho'...

[Chorus B]

Cause, I know you want me baby, I think I want you too (Cry me a River, Cry me a River-er)

"I think I love you baby", I think I love you too (Cry me a River)

I'm here to save you girl, come be in Shady's world (Cry me a River-er)

I want to grow together, let's let our love unfurl

You know you want me baby, you know I want you too (Cry me a River)

They call me superman, I'm here to rescue you (Cry me a River-er)

I want to save you girl, come be in Shady's world (Cry me a River)

"Ooooh boy you drive me crazy", bitch you make me hurl... (Cry me a River-er, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 3]

First thing you say, "I'm not fazed, I hang around big stars all day

I don't see what the big deal is anyways

You're just plain old Marshall to me"

Ooh ya' girl run that game

"Hallie Jade, I love that name, love that tattoo, what's that say?"

"Rot in pieces, uh, that's great."

First off you don't know Marshall, at all so don't grow partial

That's ammo for my arsenal, I'll slap you off that barstool

There goes another lawsuit, leave handprints all across you

Good Lordy whoadie, you must be gone off that water bottle

You want what you can't have, ooh girl that's too damn bad

Don't touch what you can't grab, end up with two backhands

Put anthrax on a tampax, and slap you till you can't stand

Girl you just blew your chance, don't mean to ruin your plans...

[Pre-Chorus]

But I do know one thing though, bitches, they come they go

Saturday through Sunday, Monday, Monday through Sunday yo'

Maybe I'll love you one day, maybe we'll someday grow

Till then just sit your drunk ass on that fuckin' runway ho'...

[Chorus B]

Cause, I know you want me baby, I think I want you too (Cry me a River, Cry me a River-er)

"I think I love you baby", I think I love you too (Cry me a River)

I'm here to save you girl, come be in Shady's world (Cry me a River-er)

I want to grow together, let's let our love unfurl

You know you want me baby, you know I want you too(Cry me a River)

They call me superman, I'm here to rescue you (Cry me a River-er)

I want to save you girl, come be in Shady's world (Cry me a River)

"Ooooh boy you drive me crazy", bitch you make me hurl... (Cry me a River-er, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus A]

Cause I can't be your Superman (Cry me a River)

Can't be your Superman

Can't be your Superman (Cry me a River-er)

Can't be your Superman

I can't be your Superman

Can't be your Superman (Cry me a River)

Can't be your Superman

Your Superman, your Superman... (Cry me a River-er, yeah, yeah)

[Outro]

Cry me a river, oh (Cry me, cry me)

Cry me a river, oh (Cry me, cry me)

Cry me a river, oh (Cry me, cry me)

Cry me a river, oh (Cry me, cry me)

Cry me a river, oh (Cry me, cry me)

Cry me a river, oh (Cry me, cry me)

Cry me a river, oh (Cry me, cry me)

Cry me a river (Cry me, cry me)

(Cry me, cry me)

Sway In The Morning (Freestyle) lyrics - Eminem

Let's take them back to the future (bars)

Bars, like Paul Rosenberg

The small frozen turd (don't censor me man)

Alright look, I had class, I just got expelled

I excelled at nothing in school

So if you're tryna test my patience it just failed

But King Mathers, I still get hailed

So call me sire, like I exhaled

After I had a deep ass breath held

I guess well, that'll make my size double XL

So kiss your highness's hinded ass

While I'm trying to stretch, it's time to exercise

I'm flexing, isometrics

Twice the reps 'til I get extra-sized

And set my bis and pecs and triceps on fire

Cause I'm coming out guns blazing

Like flaming pythons, my suggestion is parental discretion

Be advised, due to this mental aggression

We advise you to back up, like Byron Leftwich

I'm infectious, I rhyme like I got a sinus infection

A virus, I'm congested and I just ingested

Five Allegras but the side effects from these anti-depressants, they're tryna mess with my mind

I'm a regular Hyde and Jekyll

White with freckles but I silence hecklers

You might wanna head for the fire exits

I'm coming through like a wrecking ball

You would swear I think highly of Miley

And I respect her, the way I backhand her

Excuse my French, Montana, but I am worried about nutting

God damn it, I'm a sexist, I drive a Lexus

Textses out of her mind, and I'm in Texas

With a chainsaw, wait, what did I forget this

Time, oh, my machetes getting upset, he said

He was ready for me to come get him from inside the shed

It was time, he's restless

He wants to make blood shed like a storage unit

But before I do it, let me think this through

Cause if I behead this bitch then I'd be headless

Mic check, one, two

I ain't barely check the mic just yet

And I just sweared like twice as many times

In less than ninety seconds

Than Andrew fucking Dice ever did in his fucking life

But I guess I'm expected to make these kinds of violent records

It's why I keep rhyming reckless

Fuck it, I swear, like a diamond necklace

Since freestyling over phone tap, my line's connected

With rhymes that kept in touch with the fans, that's why the more bars, the better my reception

And I give a fuck about sales, and fuck pop, I don't even like refreshments

Cindy Crawford tryna fend me off with a bendy straw

At the waffle house, awful mouth

But if you don't like what I'm talking about then block me out

Just then Foxy Brown, walks up and knocks me down

Kicks me and socks me, ow

Apparently still mad over what I said last year

On that Vegas track, I just look stupid and stand there

And try to act like I can't hear

What? Sorry dear, but I think Pam Grier just stuck a tampon in my damn ear

That's when my man Denaun Porter ran behind me to pantomime

That if you wanna kick his ass, stand in line

Hands inside my pants as I fantasize taking advantage

Of Brandy and Janet by grabbing my Spanish Fly

Like a blind Hispanic guy with his zipper stuck

Give a fuck, it's all part of my grand design

To get Amanda Bynes to come and fucking blow me like a dandelion

Better watch your step, you 'bout to cross an outlandish mine

I'm what you get if Aaron Hernandez rhymed

So stand aside unless you plan to find out how handy I am with a branding iron

Fuck talking clear so you all can hear

I'd rather rap like a fucking auctioneer

Fuck around and walk from here to the Southpaw premier

Get on Paul's back, rapping Paul Revere

So call me queer, cause I'm always weird

So praise a Genius, hope this don't get taken out of text

But Hillary, I promise to wipe my server clean if you face subpoenas

Got a name that speaks for itself like Anthony Weiner

Hands in between my pants in a theater, jacking my meat

A fan of Trina, Angelina, and Christina and Serena and Selena

Scarlett Johansson, Tiffani Amber Thiessen

Give me a damn good reason and not wanna slip an Ambien in the Cappuccino

And try to have a 3-sum with Janet Reno

I'm fucked worse than Donald Trump

On Lexapro in Mexico across from a Texaco in McDonald's drunk

Broke and out of gas, busted water pump

Getting fondled up by Ronald, feeling him on his rump

Oh yeah, and me and Alyssa Milano hump

We do

Bringing the horror to emcees like the aura of the Run DMC fedora

Addidas and Diadoras but I need at least three to four of those Rita Oras

In a four seater Taurus but tell them my face is the best seat in the house

I'll let them bleed in my mouth while I'm eating them out (that's disgusting, ow Jesus)

Heat seeking missile, duck, demented, sick, hate and see who gives a fuck

I invented prick, and that's a true statement, I see the bitch in you Caitlyn

I keep the pistol tucked like Bruce Jenner's dick

No disrespect though, not at all, no pun intended, that took a lot of balls (ay God damn)

Oh and Azealia Banks just wanna tell you thanks

Now I got trailer skanks sending me ballpark franks in the mail as pranks

And hot pockets, thanks a lot

Awful, I made monopoly off misogyny

Sodomy, how many chocolatey jell-o pops can he possibly lace, walking atrocity

No wonder you scoff at me, it's still obvious I'm as off-putting as Bill Cosby is

Treat women like property, possessive like a noun with an apostrophe

S's, I'd probably stalk broccoli, yes it's

Socrates with a block of cheese and a dollar stuck in this soda pop machine

Got emcees dropping to knees, copping a plea bargain

They keep sobbing, like, “please stop it”

Aftermath, bitch, still Detoxing

Looking for us? We over here

Like we're eavesdropping

Symphony In H lyics - Eminem

Don't ask me what's up with the hoes

I'm still working the kinks out

Love stinks, that explains all this anger that's spillin' out

And I ain't chillin now

I got an Oscar, I'm still a grouch

I use it as a doorstop, and the prop

For the broken leg for the couch

Yelawolf, Shady, Tony, touch Slaughterhouse

Yeah the swat team bout to break them flyswatters out

Go to hell in a drought, break ice waters out

Nice try, shorty what? We can window shop

The jewelry store

But Christ, for that price coulda bought a house

Besides only thing I ever had iced out was my heart since I started out

It's F.Y.I if ya ain't knowing

What go with you? Where? Nah ain't going.

Oh wait, you want a date oh? Well in that case ho it's June 8 oh

Kinda like Beethoven composin' a symphony of hate

So much hate woved into these raps

Shit I'm beginning to hate clothing

I hate overalls because they remind me of hoes

For christ sake they're shaped like a H woah, and

You know what else starts with H, though?

Hockey, shit thought I had the place flowing

I hate to put you on ice but

You already had 3 periods in 60 minutes, great going

Plus you remind me of cocaine ho

You always in the mirror with your face off

I feel an urge to put you all in a line

And chop you with a razor blade, yo wait

I'm an a-hole, devil with a Halo

Hell yeah I nailed J-Lo, to the railroad

Say I won't, better hope you can stay afloat

When I take the wind out your sail boat

I ain't playing yo! Go for Shady don't kid yourself

Bitch, you ain't even a baby goat

That's All She Wrote lyrics - Eminem

(Solo Version)

Now I don't really care what you call me

You can even call me cold

These bitches knew as soon as they saw me

It's never me to get the privilege to know

I roll like a desperado

Now I never know where I'm gonna go

Still I ball like there's no tomorrow

Until it's over and it's all she wrote

You're staring straight into a barrel of hate terrible fate

Not even a slim chance to make a narrow escape

Cupid shot his arrow and missed

Wait Sarah you're late, your train left

Mascara and eggs smeared on your face

Night's over goodbye, hoe

I thought that I told you that spilled nut ain't nothing to cry over

Never shoulda came within range of my Rover

Shoulda known I was trouble soon as I rolled up

Any chick who's dumb enough after I blind-fold her

To still come back to the crib

Must want me to mess with her mind

Hold up

She mistook me for some high roller

Well I won't buy her soda unless it's Rock & Rye Cola

(Faygo's cheaper)

Buy you a bag of Fritos I wouldn't let you eat the fucking chip on my shoulder

If you was bleach and I was hair I wouldn't dye/die for you

Tryna pull 5 bucks from me is like tryna pull 5 molars

You get your eyes swoll' up I'm on my straight grizzly

So why would I buy you a gay-ass teddy bear, bitch, you're already bi-polar

Now I don't really care what you call me

You can even call me cold

These bitches knew as soon as they saw me

It's never me to get the privilege to know

I roll like a desperado

Now I never know where I'm gonna go

Still I ball like there's no tomorrow

Until it's over and it's all she wrote

TIP told me on this hoe tip

Best tip I could give you to hip you

Is never to let these tricks trick you

Mighty ambiguous of you to think I love you slut, shit

Dig you ho

Take the shovel and dig you some dignity bitch

Shit you talk about some advice that sticks with you

If I should listen to anyone tell me to stick to my guns

Like double stick, it's you, but fuck it TIP, it's cool

I'm chilling like a villain

Like the penguin in its fucking igloo eating fudgesicles

I'd rather slip and fall in shit than fall in love with you

'Fore I tie a fucking knot I'd tie you in one bitch

You think this is some Nintendo game how fucking dumb is you

I'll give you some lumps before I split some lump sums with you

So here's a penny for your thoughts but it won't buy you a cheeseburger

But a nickel might just get you one pickle

Fuck it, it's official so blow the whistle I got a trust issue

There's a bombshell, scud missile

Like I just cuss at you to fucking cuss at you

Like before I rapped I was a motherfucking stud

Slut, this'll teach you not to come drunk, stumbling my way for shizzle

I still live like I budget a Gilbert's Lodge check stub, bizzle

So fuck sizzler. This check is a bust like a blood blister

Now I don't really care what you call me

You can even call me cold

These bitches knew as soon as they saw me

It's never me to get the privilege to know

I roll like a desperado

Now I never know where I'm gonna go

Still I ball like there's no tomorrow

Until it's over and it's all she wrote

Yeah I guess life is a bitch ain't it TIP

And each one thinks they the shit

Shirt off my back I wouldn't give you the dirt off my handkerchief

I'm giving these hoes a dose of their own medicine

Let 'em get a good taste of it

I'm sure you got that relationship memo by now

But in case you didn't, I’ll stick this whole pad full of sticky notes to your forehead and staple it

Life is too short and I got no time to sit around just wasting it

So I pace this shit a little bit quicker

That clock I'm racing it

Double timing it, but I still spit triple the amount of insults in a tenth of the time

That it may take you pricks to catch on

While you strong arm like Stretch Armstrong

Man I still say K-mart's like there's an apostrophe "S" on it dog

And they say McDonald's isn't a restaurant well I guess I'm wrong

But if you gonna tell me that A&W ain't the spot for the best hot dogs you can get the "F" on dawg

Now I don't really care what you call me

You can even call me cold

These bitches knew as soon as they saw me

It's never me to get the privilege to know

I roll like a desperado

Now I never know where I'm gonna go

Still I ball like there's no tomorrow

Until it's over and it's all she wrote

All she wrote, all she wrote

I said it's over and that's all she wrote

All she wrote, all she wrote

Goodnight, it's over

And that's all she wrote

The Art Of Rap (Freestyle) lyrics - Eminem

How the fuck he got an Oscar?

Passed out in his red Mazda

With his fucking head in his pasta

In the parking lot of k-mart plaza

Across from the red lobster

Looking like the Lochness monster

Dressed like a cross-dressed mobster

Talk is cheap it costs less to gossip

I’d probably be a lot less

Hostile if you snots kept your shnozzes out the airholes

Or get fucked in all seven holes

Ass, mouth, pussy, yeah both ears and hah! yes nostrils

At the ozzfest with nas bumping das efx in wrecked up Datsun

And dropped two extra strength Watson vicodin out my pocket

They cost less I'm a hot mess cause I tripped and got my head stuck

In a wasp’s nest in the process awesome

Drunk as fuck

One sock pulling my boxers up with boxing gloves

But I keep dropping my fucking binoculars

Got two fucking hydroxycuts and four oxy's stuck in my esophagus

These three lesbian little stocky sluts

Thought I swallowed two hockey pucks

Started screamin' "Serves you right you cocky fuck!

That's what you get for mockin' us

Ain't as cool as you thought you was."

Bitch all I did when I walked up was have my dick in a sock

And it's a sock puppet so no strings attached you can all suck it

(Chick-uh) get it? Ah fuck it

Shits about to get hairy as motherfucking Chewbacca's nuts

Cocksuckers

The King And I lyrics - Eminem (feat. CeeLo Green)

(from "ELVIS" soundtrack)

I roll up like the bottom of a toothpaste tube

Blue suede shoes, one missin' a shoelace to it

Two new chains, you can call me 2 Chainz

Ropes hang like Hussein's noose (Woo)

Yeah, they let the fruitcake loose, and it goes

One, for the trailer park, two, for my baby ma

Three, for the tater tots, four, if you ate a lot

Five, if you came to rock, straight up, while I'm shittin' on my comp

I'm about to use da John like Grey Poupon (Dijon)

Money like a scroll, bitch, my paper long (Bag)

Longer than it takes a blonde to put her make-up on (Yeah)

'Cause me and Elvis gel together like cell mates (Hey)

Yeah, this the jail house, bitch, and I don't give a

And I don't give a shit about a thing you say

I just wanna feel like a king today

And if you don't like it, you can sit and spin

Middle fingers up, we 'bout to do this shit again, uh-huh (Yuh)

Modus operandi, bottle of blonde dye (Yuh)

Top five since I discovered peroxide (Where)

Yeah, since I got signed, I went from pot pies

To Jack and the bean, I'm watchin' my stock rise (Huh)

These little attention seekers, I'm finna treat 'em like diabetics

Got 'em all on pins and needles (Yeah)

Just like Ozempic meanin' (Right)

Give these little pricks the finger (Good)

And when I stick this thing up (Where?)

It's higher than Wiz Khalifa (Woo)

Soon as he lit the weed up (Huh)

As I go pickin' speed up (Where?)

Like I was finna re-up (Yeah)

Rap is my new Vicodin, Suboxone is how I treat it (Get it)

Still goin' toe to toe, I'm still boxin' with all my demons (Yeah)

But a couple of Xanny bars and I'm Danny Gar- (See ya)

Been stuntin' on you from the jump like Evel Knievel

Back in the cut and stackin' chips up like a can of Pringles

Sometimes I feel like Pete Rose (Why?)

I got so many hit singles (Yeah)

Bitch, I barely have any wrinkles (Huh)

You sleepin' on me like I'm ZzzQuil, so (Woo)

And I don't give a shit about a thing you say

I just wanna feel like a king today

And if you don't like it, you can sit and spin

Middle fingers up, we 'bout to do this shit again, uh-huh

And it goes, one, for the trailer park, two, for my baby ma

Three, for the tater tots, four, if you ate a lot

Five, if you came to rock and you never gave a fuck

Middle fingers up, we 'bout to do this shit again, uh-huh

I stole black music, yeah, true, perhaps used it (For what?)

As a tool to combat school kids, came back on some bathroom shit, now

I call a hater a bidet (Why?) 'Cause they mad, but they can't do shit

And I know I'm such a dick, huh (Yeah)

And it must be fuckin' with ya (Yeah)

To know I up and quit the (What?)

Prescription drugs and liquor (Yeah)

And yet my buzz is bigger (Wow)

Still rappin' circles around you (Yeah)

Like a boa constrictor (Break it down)

Now, I'm about to explain to you all the parallels between

Elvis and me, myself, that seems obvious, one, he's pale as me

Second, we both been hailed as king, he used to rock the jailhouse

And I used to rock The Shelter, we sell like Velveeta shells and cheese (Go)

But y'all miss the meaner me, back when I had felonies

That went over your head because you just fell on knees

You literally knelt to me, I used to have no self esteem (Yeah, yeah)

I used to cry myself to sleep (What?)

Honestly, I need doubters because you motherfuckers motivate me (Yeah)

To make you look stupid, believers, a little faith is all I seek from you

All I need to do is hear you say the same shit my father

Said to me when I was just a week or two

"Marshall, I be leavin' you" (Ha, stupid)

No more Guinness Stout, but my belief in myself

It once again is stout, so many world records, I'm Guinness'd out (Yeah, huh?)

Shit you say goes in and out (Oh)

My ear canal, so either my hearing's out or I don't give a shit about

And I don't give a shit about a thing you say

I just wanna feel like a king today

And if you don't like it, you can sit and spin

Middle fingers up, we 'bout to do this shit again, uh-huh

Thru The Fire lyrics - Eminem (feat. J. Cole)

[Chorus]

I am going up

I am going all the way through the fire

I get up and go higher

So please don’t bring me down

And nothing is gonna bring me down

I am going all the way thru the fire

I will get up and then go higher

So please don’t knock me down

And nothing is gonna knock me down

[Eminem]

Now I ain’t got no kids yet,

But this one here is for practice

I hate to get the seats in Benz wet.

But that’s how good your ass is.

Make an old man get his glasses.

Make Wesley pay his taxes

Then follow ur moves all weak on Twitter

Probably make a gay nigga consider.

You rocking now with the best Mayne. (man)

Dress game down to the sex game

Won’t brag but the boy has been blessed with the blessed mayne

Let you play with the stick ovechkayne.

She’s calling, she’s texting

She’s falling but let me explain

Gotta tell your old boyfriend

Skate girl

Cauz a nigga don’t play them ex games.

No! Straight sexing

No handcuffs or arresting

And I ain’t coming off my last name.

Cauz I really can’t take no stressing

Bout where I done been

Who I done hit

Your home girl saying

He’s a bad boy

Bout where I done been

Who I done hit

Your home girl saying

He’s a bad boy

She said

I heard you got a main chick

A mistress and some hoes

You be up to no good

And every body knows

I can’t get enough of what you got

Good god

You hit the spot

Tried to let go but I just could not

So don’t you stop I need that

Hey globetrotter,

Cole hotter

Either way

Out in London town

Hoes holla Cauz they love my sound

And I got love for the underground.

Kweli pimp C hot town

Where bun gets down

Met a bad bitch

That’ll cut all night

That’ll suck all night

You just, cut off lights

Never fuss or fight

Almost missed my flight

Tryna give my last girl a nut

All Right?

She be down for whatever

Whenever I wanna get up in the guts

All Right?

On the grynd tryna find

This lettuce

I love it when you give me head

I hate it when you give me headaches

[Chorus]

I am going up

I am going all the way through the fire

I get up and go higher

So please don’t bring me down

And nothing is gonna bring me down

I am going all the way thru the fire

I will get up and still get higher

So please don’t knock me down

And nothing is gonna knock me down

[Eminem]

Nobody asked for life to deal us

With these bullshit hands we are dealt

We have to take these cards ourselves

And flip them. Don’t expect no help

Now I could have

Either just

Sat on my ass

And pissed and moaned

Or take this situation in which I am placed in

And get up and get my own

I was never the type of kid

To wait by the door and pack his bags

Who sat on the posch hoped and prayed

For a dad to show who never did

I just wanted to fit in

At every single place

Every school I went

I dreamed of being that cool kid

Even if it means acting stupid

Aunt Edna always told me

Keep making

That face it’ll get stuck like that

Meanwhile I am just standing

There holding

My tongue tryna talk like this

Till I stuck my tongue

On that

Frozen stop sign pole at 8 years old

I learned my lesson then

Cauz I wasn’t tryna impress my friends no more

But I already told you my whole life story

Not just based on my description

Cauz where you see it from where you are sitting

Its probably 110% different

I guess we would have to walk a mile

In each others shoes

At least

What size you wear??

I wear tens

Let’s see if you can fit your feet

[Chorus]

I am going up

I am going all the way through the fire

I get up and go higher

So please don’t bring me down

And nothing is gonna bring me down

I am going all the way thru the fire

I will get up and then go higher

So please don’t knock me down

And nothing is gonna knock me down

Venom (Remix) lyrics - Eminem

I got a song filled with shit for the strong-willed

When the world gives you a raw deal

Sets you off 'til you scream, "Piss off! Screw you!"

When it talks to you like you don't belong

Or tells you you're in the wrong field

When something's in your mitochondrial

'Cause it latched on to you, like—

Knock knock, let the devil in

Manevolent as I've ever been, head is spinnin'

This medicine's screamin', "L-L-L-Let us in!"

L-L-L-Like a salad bowl, Edgar Allan Poe

Bedridden, shoulda been dead a long time ago

Liquid Tylenol, gelatins, think my skeleton's meltin'

Wicked, I get all high when I think I've smelled the scent

Of elephant manure—hell, I meant Kahlúa

Screw it, to hell with it, I went through hell with accelerants

And blew up my-my-myself again

Volkswagen, tailspin, bucket matches my pale skin

Mayo and went from Hellmann's and being rail thin

Filet-o-Fish, Scribble Jam, Rap Olympics '97 Freaknik

How can I be down? Me and Bizarre in Florida

Proof's room slept on the floor of 'da motel then

Dr. Dre said, "Hell yeah!"

And I got his stamp like a postcard, word to Mel-Man

And I know they're gonna hate

But I don't care, I barely can wait

To hit 'em with the snare and the bass

Square in the face, this fuckin' world better prepare to get laced

Because they're gonna taste my—

Venom, (I got that) adrenaline momentum

And I'm not knowin' when I'm

Ever gonna slow up and I'm

Ready to snap any moment I'm

Thinkin' it's time to go get 'em

They ain't gonna know what hit 'em

(W-W-When they get bit with the—)

Venom, (I got that) adrenaline momentum

And I'm not knowin' when I'm

Ever gonna slow up and I'm

Ready to snap any moment I'm

Thinkin' it's time to go get 'em

They ain't gonna know what hit 'em

(W-W-When they get bit with the—)

I said knock knock, let the devil in

Shotgun p-p-pellets in the felt pen

Cocked, fuck around and catch a hot one

It-it's evident I'm not done

V-Venomous, the thoughts spun

Like a web and you just caught in 'em

Held against your will like a hubcap or mud flap

Beat strangler attack

So this ain't gonna feel like a love tap

Eat painkiller pills, fuck up the track

Like, what's her name's at the wheel? Danica Patrick

Threw the car into reverse at the Indy, a nut crashin'

Into ya, the back of it just mangled steel

My Mustang and the Jeep Wrangler grill

With the front smashed, much as my rear fender, assassin

Slim be a combination of an actual kamikaze and Gandhi (Gandhi)

Translation, I will probably kill us both

When I end up backin' into ya

You ain't gonna be able to tell what the fuck's happenin' to ya

When you're bit with the—

Venom, adrenaline momentum

And I'm not knowin' when I'm

Ever gonna slow up and I'm

Ready to snap any moment I'm

Thinkin' it's time to go get 'em

They ain't gonna know what hit 'em

(W-W-When they get bit with the—)

Venom, (I got that) adrenaline momentum

And I'm not knowin' when I'm

Ever gonna slow up and I'm

Ready to snap any moment I'm

Thinkin' it's time to go get 'em

They ain't gonna know what hit 'em

(W-W-When they get bit with the—)

I said knock knock, let the devil in

Alien, E-E-Elliott phone home

Ain't no telling when this chokehold

On this game will end, I'm loco

Became a Symbiote, so

My fangs are in your throat, ho

You're snake-bitten with my—venom

With the ballpoint pen I'm

Gun cocked, bump stock, double-aught, buckshot

Tire thumper, a garrote, tie a couple knots

Fired up and caught fire, juggernaut

Punk rock, bitch, it's goin' down like Yung Joc

'Cause the Doc put me on like sunblock

Why the fuck not, you only get one shot

Ate shit 'til I can't taste it

Chased it with straight liquor

Then paint thinner, then drank 'til I faint

And awake with a headache

And I take anything in rectangular shape

Then I wait to face the demons I'm bonded to

'Cause they're chasin' me but I'm part of you

So escapin' me is impossible

I latch onto you like a—parasite

And I probably ruined your parents' life

And your childhood too

'Cause if I'm the music that y'all grew up on

I'm responsible for you retarded fools

I'm the super villain Dad and Mom was losin' their marbles to

You marvel that? Eddie Brock is you

And I'm the suit, so call me—

Venom, (I got that) adrenaline momentum

And I'm not knowin' when I'm

Ever gonna slow up and I'm

Ready to snap any moment I'm

Thinkin' it's time to go get 'em

They ain't gonna know what hit 'em

(W-W-When they get bit with the—)

Venom, (I got that) adrenaline momentum

And I'm not knowin' when I'm

Ever gonna slow up and I'm

Ready to snap any moment I'm

Thinkin' it's time to go get 'em

They ain't gonna know what hit 'em

(W-W-When they get bit with the—)

When I'm Gone (Music Video Version) lyrics - Eminem

[Introduction:]

– I remember... the first time I came here, it's been a rough six years,

And I'm just happy to not be that person anymore and so as my wife.

Thank you for letting me do this.

That's all I have to share right now.

– Is there anyone else who would like to share with us tonight?

[Eminem:] Uuh yeah.

[Eminem:] My name is Marshall.

[Crowd:] Hello Marshall.

[Eminem:]

Yeah...

It's my life...

My own words I guess...

[Verse 1]

Have you ever loved someone so much, you'd give an arm for?

Not the expression, no, literally give an arm for?

When they know they're your heart

And you know you were their armour

And you will destroy anyone who would try to harm her

But what happens when karma, turns right around and bites you?

And everything you stand for, turns on you to spite you?

What happens when you become the main source of her pain?

"Daddy look what I made", Dad's gotta go catch a plane

"Daddy where's Mommy? I can't find Mommy where is she?"

I don't know go play Hailie, baby, your Daddy's busy

Daddy's writing a song, this song ain't gonna write itself

I'll give you one underdog then you gotta swing by yourself

Then turn right around in that song and tell her you love her

And put hands on her mother, who's a spitting image of her

That's Slim Shady, yeah baby, Slim Shady's crazy

Shady made me, but tonight Shady's rocka-by-baby...

[Chorus]

And when I'm gone, just carry on, don't mourn

Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice

Just know that I'm looking down on you smiling

And I didn't feel a thing, So baby don't feel no pain

Just smile back

And when I'm gone, just carry on, don't mourn

Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice

Just know that I'm looking down on you smiling

And I didn't feel a thing, So baby don't feel no pain

Just smile back...

[Verse 2]

I keep having this dream, I'm pushin' Hailie on the swing

She keeps screaming, she don't want me to sing

"You're making Mommy cry, why? Why is Mommy crying?"

Baby, Daddy ain't leaving no more, "Daddy you're lying

"You always say that, you always say this is the last time

"But you ain't leaving no more, Daddy you're mine"

She's piling boxes in front of the door trying to block it

"Daddy please, Daddy don't leave, Daddy - no stop it!"

Goes in her pocket, pulls out a tiny necklace locket

It's got a picture, "this'll keep you safe Daddy, take it withcha'"

I look up, it's just me standing in the mirror

These fuckin' walls must be talking, cuz man I can hear 'em

They're saying "You've got one more chance to do right" - and it's tonight

Now go out there and show that you love 'em before it's too late

And just as I go to walk out of my bedroom door

It turns to a stage, they're gone, and this spotlight is on

And I'm singing...

[Chorus]

And when I'm gone, just carry on, don't mourn

Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice

Just know that I'm looking down on you smiling

And I didn't feel a thing, So baby don't feel no pain

Just smile back

And when I'm gone, just carry on, don't mourn

Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice

Just know that I'm looking down on you smiling

And I didn't feel a thing, So baby don't feel no pain

Just smile back...

[Verse 3]

Sixty thousand people, all jumping out their seat

The curtain closes, they're throwing roses at my feet

I take a bow and thank you all for coming out

They're screaming so loud, I take one last look at the crowd

I glance down, I don't believe what I'm seeing

"Daddy it's me, help Mommy, her wrists are bleeding,"

But baby we're in Sweden, how did you get to Sweden?

"I followed you Daddy, you told me that you weren't leavin'

"You lied to me Dad, and now you make Mommy sad

"And I bought you this coin, it says 'Number One Dad'

"That's all I wanted, I just want to give you this coin

"I get the point - fine, me and Mommy are going"

"But baby wait,

"It's too late Dad, you made the choice

"Now go out there and show 'em that you love 'em more than us"

That's what they want, they want you Marshall, they keep.. screamin' your name

It's no wonder you can't go to sleep, just take another pill

Yeah, I bet you will. You rap about it, yeah, word, k-keep it real

I hear applause, all this time I couldn't see

How could it be, that the curtain is closing on me

I turn around, find a gun on the ground, cock it

Put it to my brain and scream "die Shady" and pop it

The sky darkens, my life flashes, the plane that I was supposed to be on crashes and burns to ashes

That's when I wake up, alarm clock's ringin', there's birds singin'

It's spring and Hailie's outside swinging, I walk right up to Kim and kiss her

Tell her I miss her, Hailie just smiles and winks at her little sister

Almost as if to say..

[Chorus/Outro]

And when I'm gone, just carry on, don't mourn

Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice

Just know that I'm looking down on you smiling

And I didn't feel a thing, So baby don't feel no pain

Just smile back

And when I'm gone, just carry on, don't mourn

Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice

Just know that I'm looking down on you smiling

And I didn't feel a thing, So baby don't feel no pain

Just smile back...

[Ending:]

[Eminem:] Thank you, thanks for letting me share.

You Can't Back Down lyrics - Eminem (feat. Anna)

[Hook: Anna]

Keep on going, you just gotta fight it

Keep on going cause it's not too late

You can't back down, you can't back down

[2x]

[Verse 1:]

They ask me am I ok. They ask me if I'm happy

Are they asking me that because of the shit thats been thrown at me

or am I just a little snappy

and they genuinly care

Doody, most of my life its just been me and you there

and I continuosly stare at pictures of you

I never got to say I love you as much as I wanted to but I do

yeah I say it now and you can't hear me

what the fuck good does that do me now

but somehow I know you're near me in presence

or I went and drop some presents off to ease it to them

two little beautiful boys of yours to try to ease their minds a little

and dawg you'll never believe this

but Sharonda actually talks to me now

Jesus and everyone else is just tryna pick up the pieces

man how you touch so many fucking lives and just leave us

they say grievance has a way of affecting everyone different

if its true, how the fuck am I supposed to get over you

difficult as it sounds

[Hook: Anna]

Keep on going, you just gotta fight it

Keep on going cause it's not too late

You can't back down, you can't back down

[2x]

[Verse 2:]

Doody, thats what we call eachother

I don't know where it came from but it just stuck with us

we was always brothers

never thought about eachothers skin colours

til one day we was walking up the block in the summer

it was like 90 degrees, I was catching a sun burn

tryna walk under the trees

just to give me some comfort

I'm moaning I just wanna get home

when I look over and his shirt is off

I'm like you gon fry and like

"No I wont, I'm black stupid

black people they got melatonin

in their skin, we don't burn"

meanwhile, my face is glowing and I felt

like I'm on fire

and the entire time you're just laughing at me

and snapping at me with your shirt, bastard

and I still have to get you back for that shit

and by the way them playboy rings

my mother stole from you

well Nate finally got em back shit

it must have been at least 16 years ago

well I put em in your cask-owww

moving past it, it still aint registered yet

but you can bet you're legacy they'll never forget

the motor city mo-town

hip hop vet, hip hop shop, dreads

it don't stop there

yeah, as difficult as it sounds

[Hook: Anna]

Keep on going, you just gotta fight it

Keep on going cause it's not too late

You can't back down, you can't back down

[2x]

[Verse 3:]

and this may sound a little strange but I'mma tell it

I found that jacket that you left at my wedding

and I picked it up to smell it

I wrapped it up in plastic until I put it in glass

and hang up in the hallway so I can always look at it

and as for all of me and D12 we feel like fuck rap

it feels like our General just fucking died in our lap

we shut off all our pages,

all our cell numbers is changed

our two-ways are in the trash

so some cats will have to find a new way

and I know that it feels like the dreams will die with you today

but the truth is there all still here and you ain't

purple gang, you gotta pressing on

don't ever give up the dream dog

I got love for you all

and Doody, it's true you bought people together who never

woulda been in the same room if it wasn't for you

you were the peacemaker Doody

I know sometimes you were moody

but you hated confrontation

and truly hated the feuding

but you were down for yours whenever it came to scrapping

if it had to happen, it had to happen

believe me, I know you're the one who taught me to

throw them balls back on Dresden

from making cars to paintballing

getting arrested

to sitting across from eachother in cells laughing and jesting

they tried to hit us for 5 years for that, no question

I guess them hookers and bums that we shot up

didn't show up for court

so we got off on a technicality, left sweating

me, you and whats his face

I forgot his fucking name

shame he even came to your funeral

he betrayed our team

and if I see him again I'ma punch him in the fucking face

and thats on Hallie Jade, Whitney Lane and Alaina's name

I let the pistol bang once just to leak a shot in the air

for you and pour some liquor out for you with Obie in the parking lot of 54

just before we were supposed to get in cars

to come and see you once more

difficult as it sounds

[Hook: Anna]

Keep on going, you just gotta fight it

Keep on going cause it's not too late

You can't back down, you can't back down

[4x]

Lace It lyrics - Juice WRLD, Eminem & benny blanco

[Juice WRLD:]

Yeah, ayy, mm

Roll it up, lace it, pop a few to chase it

I'm in my own Matrix, none of this shit makes sense

All these humans basic, don't got no home trainin'

Codeine by the cases, I've been purple rainin'

Roll it up, lace it, pop a few, chase it

I've been in the Matrix, none of this shit makes sense

All you humans basic, you ain't even got home trainin'

Codeine by the cases, I've been purple rainin'

Stressed out, so I tend to take meds (Take meds)

The Devil told me, "Good show, break a leg" (Break a leg)

All these painkillers like I got a pair of broken legs (Broken legs)

All these Percs I pop, you'd thought I was plannin' to break my neck

Grindin' man, I'm hungry for this shit like I ain't ate yet

You wish that you could have what I could have, you could just say that

If you ain't my lil' bitch, then, bitch, them calls, you can save that

These niggas think they invincible 'til they see them bullet holes in they Maybach

[Juice WRLD (Eminem):]

Roll it up, lace it, pop a few to chase it

I'm in my own Matrix, none of this shit makes sense

All these humans basic, don't got no home trainin'

Codeine by the cases, I've been purple rainin'

Roll it up, lace it, pop a few, chase it

I've been in the Matrix, none of this shit makes sense

All you humans basic, you don't even got home trainin'

Codeine by the cases (Yeah), I've been purple rainin'

[Eminem:]

You pop some ecstasy first, it gets progressively worse

Try your best to reverse unsuccessfully flirtin' with certain death and revertin' to your promethazine urge

The fuckin' devil he lurks, lose your best friend he smirks

Wake up and everything hurts and as you spiral downward listen

I know just how it is when

You start slow then before you notice it now you're mixin'

Oxy's without prescription

Cough medicine, valium with 'em but ain't that how addiction

Sort of works they call it lean 'cause you gravitate and lean towards the perp

The blessing or the curse of fame 'cause now you can afford the syrup

Percocet and Percoden but that ain't what you meant when you said that you're in it for the perk's

Develop a habit out of that

Need a Xanax now to rap

So you pop it before you record a verse

Your buzz wear down

Like a rabbit out a hat

Makes you wanna pull your hair out

Fentanyl, Oxy

Demerol, dem are all what possibly got Shock G, Roxy

Codone and lean is probably what got Lil Peep and ODB

So many who OD be way to young to go see me

I was lucky my escape was narrow and do

Not think I take it for granted that I'm still here synthetic heroin you

Tried to kill me then you murdered Jarad didn't you

Piece of shit thanks to you now we lost Gangsta Boo and Pimp C, Prince and Michael mixing Nyquil

With prescription Vic's addiction's like a fucking vicious cycle

Juice we will forever miss you

To the younger generation I ain't lecturing you but man just be careful when you

[Juice WRLD:]

Roll it up, lace it, pop a few to chase it

I'm in my own Matrix, none of this shit makes sense

All these humans basic, don't got no home trainin'

Codeine by the cases, I've been purple rainin'

Roll it up, lace it, pop a few, chase it

I've been in the Matrix, none of this shit makes sense

All your humans basic, you don't even got home trainin'

Codeine by the cases, I've been purple rainin'

I ain't comin' down from this high

Ain't finna let nobody kill my vibe

They committed social suicide

But me? I refuse to die (I refuse to die)

I will never come down from this high

I won't let them kill none of my vibes

They committed social suicide

Me? I can never ever die, I can never ever die

Juice WRLD, Eminem & benny blanco - Lace It

[Juice WRLD:]

Yeah, ayy, mm

Roll it up, lace it, pop a few to chase it

I'm in my own Matrix, none of this shit makes sense

All these humans basic, don't got no home trainin'

Codeine by the cases, I've been purple rainin'

Roll it up, lace it, pop a few, chase it

I've been in the Matrix, none of this shit makes sense

All you humans basic, you ain't even got home trainin'

Codeine by the cases, I've been purple rainin'

Stressed out, so I tend to take meds (Take meds)

The Devil told me, "Good show, break a leg" (Break a leg)

All these painkillers like I got a pair of broken legs (Broken legs)

All these Percs I pop, you'd thought I was plannin' to break my neck

Grindin' man, I'm hungry for this shit like I ain't ate yet

You wish that you could have what I could have, you could just say that

If you ain't my lil' bitch, then, bitch, them calls, you can save that

These niggas think they invincible 'til they see them bullet holes in they Maybach

[Juice WRLD (Eminem):]

Roll it up, lace it, pop a few to chase it

I'm in my own Matrix, none of this shit makes sense

All these humans basic, don't got no home trainin'

Codeine by the cases, I've been purple rainin'

Roll it up, lace it, pop a few, chase it

I've been in the Matrix, none of this shit makes sense

All you humans basic, you don't even got home trainin'

Codeine by the cases (Yeah), I've been purple rainin'

[Eminem:]

You pop some ecstasy first, it gets progressively worse

Try your best to reverse unsuccessfully flirtin' with certain death and revertin' to your promethazine urge

The fuckin' devil he lurks, lose your best friend he smirks

Wake up and everything hurts and as you spiral downward listen

I know just how it is when

You start slow then before you notice it now you're mixin'

Oxy's without prescription

Cough medicine, valium with 'em but ain't that how addiction

Sort of works they call it lean 'cause you gravitate and lean towards the perp

The blessing or the curse of fame 'cause now you can afford the syrup

Percocet and Percoden but that ain't what you meant when you said that you're in it for the perk's

Develop a habit out of that

Need a Xanax now to rap

So you pop it before you record a verse

Your buzz wear down

Like a rabbit out a hat

Makes you wanna pull your hair out

Fentanyl, Oxy

Demerol, dem are all what possibly got Shock G, Roxy

Codone and lean is probably what got Lil Peep and ODB

So many who OD be way to young to go see me

I was lucky my escape was narrow and do

Not think I take it for granted that I'm still here synthetic heroin you

Tried to kill me then you murdered Jarad didn't you

Piece of shit thanks to you now we lost Gangsta Boo and Pimp C, Prince and Michael mixing Nyquil

With prescription Vic's addiction's like a fucking vicious cycle

Juice we will forever miss you

To the younger generation I ain't lecturing you but man just be careful when you

[Juice WRLD:]

Roll it up, lace it, pop a few to chase it

I'm in my own Matrix, none of this shit makes sense

All these humans basic, don't got no home trainin'

Codeine by the cases, I've been purple rainin'

Roll it up, lace it, pop a few, chase it

I've been in the Matrix, none of this shit makes sense

All your humans basic, you don't even got home trainin'

Codeine by the cases, I've been purple rainin'

I ain't comin' down from this high

Ain't finna let nobody kill my vibe

They committed social suicide

But me? I refuse to die (I refuse to die)

I will never come down from this high

I won't let them kill none of my vibes

They committed social suicide

Me? I can never ever die, I can never ever die

"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