Right For Me lyrics - Eminem

I feel phenomenal as usual

Pharmaceuticals, glue stick to crucify me at Bonnaroo

But I don't know if I'm in Tennessee, Chicago, or Houston

In the corner trying to seek solitude

Shallow but such a hollow dude

I won't even swallow solid food

Alcoholic too, plus I'm on lean like the Tower of Pisa

Top it off I'm on mushrooms so fuck all of you

Roses to violet mollies are blue

Lost in a ball of confusion

Its all an illusion

It's probably the shrooms I'm on

Cause I think I started hallucinating

Cause I just thought I just heard Jay Electronica and Odd Future's new shit

And all I can do is follow the music

And end up with Paula Abdul at Lollapalooza

Fillin' water balloons with nail polish remover

Just a problem in wallowing fumes

I feel uptight I gotta get looser

After I finish polishing off this bottle of booze I got a solution

Concentrated like orange juice so I'm not as diluted

Cause all this delusion got me seein' shit

Excusez-moi but that coochie that passed

You see her ass? Wouldn't make her my main squeeze

But juicier ass, it belongs in a juicer

It's mouth waterin' too so I walked up to it like I'm Marshall

Wanna try to meet my standards? I'll Introduce ya

Oh I'm a misogynist too but I'm not a masseuse

But my attitude is rubbin' off on the youth

A chronic abuser, not only user of marijuana

I mean verbal assault that I use to smoke all of you losers

Got a bazooka, a shotgun, a ruger, a Glock, and a nuke

And a Rottweiler too, I'm not in the mood so

When I say I'm bringing the TEC out

I'm not coming to repair your fuckin' electronic computers

God, I'm gonna puke

I'm so gone off the hookah

I think I swallowed a loofah

I'm tore up, demolished, a fuckin' stone like Oliver

Like I looked Medusa in the eyeball to seduce her

The thoughts I produce are loony tunes

The box of usable latex gloves and the socks and the shoes

To replace next up Veronica's boobs

And a paychecks that were stuffed in a glove box

In a blue Honda with used condoms were clues

The girl was just not the one suitable for him

[Hook:]

Right For Me will change me rearrange my head to be

Just right for you and me don’t laugh, please listen

Don’t laugh, please listen

Thought I could endure the pressure

Collapse and crumble perhaps

Relapsing under that

Well that's a bunch of crap

In the clutch, I'm the Captain Crunch of rap

And I'm sick of acting humble thats enough of that

Fuck that shit, cut the sack

Like its a natural reaction

That's why I'm actually trapped in this shoving match

Cause push keeps coming to that

I can keep getting my ass kicked, keep it coming back

Like a sarcastic crumpled sack of shit so mad

Disgruntled had some struggles yeah

But that passionate hunger's back

The fantastic juggling act

And the way I flip my tongue on the track

It's like verbal acrobatics

But in fact

Last time I tried to pull off a dramatic stunt as drastic

I fuckin' crashed my hovercraft

After I strapped the duffel bag to my back

And stuck the massive punchin' bag in it

An elastic bungee strap, proper plaster, a thumb tack

And a piece of plastic bubble wrap

Went spastic and fuckin' snapped

Jumped and splashed in a puddle of battery acid

Stumbled back, recovered, back flipped

And landed on a gymnastic tumble mat

And for my last trick, lunge on back lash

On a NASA shuttle flap, fuckin' snapped the rudder in half

Chuckled and laughed, buttaled my last rebuttal

And just asked him to come crash

And I go grab my go-go-gadget inflatable gigantic humongous mattress

And ceramic construction hat

Rubbed my magic mushroom tat

Fell off then splat, get up from that

Face taped to a waste paper basket

Throw up then gas, lungs collapse

And that's more likely than finding someone that's

[Hook]

Couple of shots of Jäger

Public intoxication, dis-fuckin'-combobulation

Flooded with thoughts of anger

While I was away I know probably some of you got to thinkin'

"You're top ten ain't cha?" stop cause you fuckers are talkin' crazy

And stop interrupting you're not even up in the conversation

Whether you're punchin' a clock or famous

Underground, pop, or nameless, whatever your job is

I came to fuck with your occupation

You're thinkin' just cause you came in with scrubs

And you brought the scalpel and sponge

The oxygen tank and the suction and shot the brain surgeon

Stuck in the operating room

Once you done, swapped your name with him

Smuggled in Ronald Reagan

If you duck him up Donald Fagen

While juggling waffles baking

Fuckin' McDonalds egg and cheese sausage bagel finagle

They flung it across the table

Then bump it and knock it shake it

Jumped and got in the way then disrupted my concentration

I said fuck it and lost my patience

Since they all woke up from sedation

Ain't none of you Doctor Dre

So then what does it got you thinkin'

That you can fuck with this operation

Aftermath, still running hip-hop amazing

I'm still pluggin' along

No need for an assumption

Here's confirmation

I'm up for the long duration

I'm just looking for something to walk away with

Some pocket change and a little integrity

Though I'll probably be jumpin' across the stage

Till I'm fuckin' Madonna's age and

Stuck in an awkward place in my life

But I shit you not like I'm fucked up with constipation

That day will come before I stumble upon some ladies

[Hook]

Detroit Vs. Everybody lyrics - Eminem (feat. Royce Da 5'9", Big Sean, Danny Brown, Dej Loaf & Trick-Trick)

[Hook - Dej Loaf:]

Tell 'em if they want it, they can come get that static

I swear I love my city, I just want a little static

See me, they salute me, they ain't ready for that static

Detroit vs. Everybody

[Verse - Royce Da 5'9":]

I took a bite out the rotten apple by the poison tree

All these females need to email to make noise

And I think things changin' a lot, he fuck with my authority

Then he shall see shells, but not by the seashore

If he gangbangin' or not

It's simple as the alphabet

He F with me, that G shall surely see

He definitely is 'bout it, it's retail fraud, he's weak

The honest gesture

The trigger finger 'round the diamond tester, we tail flaw with heat

The same soldier, it's me, myself and I

Ridin' 'round shootin' my biopic and my autobiography

Range Rover, this ain't the squash beef state

You thinkin' makeup, we thinkin' Lark Voorhies face

The Twin Eagle's air scoop might as well ride by an ambulance

My parachute like skydivin' in Hammer pants

So call it siblin' rivalry

Take his life, call it the unforgivable robbery

A wise man told me that holdin' a grudge is like

Lettin' somebody just live inside your head rent free

Real talk, I don't got time to evict these clowns

Y'all niggas been bitches, that's none of my business, but I don't sip tea

(That's Nickel) Ride around his block

All he knows is pitfalls, that's why he's always climbin' out his drop

(I got a question) Do you wanna ride or die?

Welcome to Detroit, mothafucka

[Verse 2 - Big Sean:]

Boy I need no halves and halves, I want the game in entirety

100 percent cut, no stitches required

Welcome to Detroit where if you get that promotion

Don't worry, man them bullets will still be at your ass firin'

I still call it safe, I would suck if I was umpirin'

Boy I hit the beat I just treat that shit like a diary

I'm offended if you hear my new shit and you ain't rewindin' me

Self made, I never needed your bail or a wire, see

I'm never callin' collect, I call to collect

My homie wanted a Chevy so I put my dawg in the vet

Plus I'm so loyal that that paper, boy, is all that I fetch

Got the ball in my hand and the ball in the net

Bitch I'm the D, can't no offense dunk on me

I'm Mr. Big Shot, these hoes get drunk off me

I'm overrespected, my mama's gated community's overprotected

So futuristic, I'm already over my next bitch

Reminiscin' on listenin' to 50 50 times a day

Back when 10th grade was like 50 days away

Tryna get paid 50 ways a day

Used to put 50 on the layaway, now my closet 50 shades of grey

26 and I've done lived a lifetime a few times

From futons to Grey Poupons

In church tryna get a little savings, yeah coupons

I spit that A1 every day, I'm hittin' new primes

Now the stakes high, niggas surprised at the new lines

Or takin' down my number like "you still ain't got a new line?"

Nah it's the same, we've been laborin' for years

I know it took way longer than 9 months, but fuck it, it's all in due time

I turned a blunt to a roach with dreams of bein' a Beatle though

Don' want to "I need to", you gotta learn to keep it cerebral

When you come up in a place where everyone got a piece but ain't peaceful

This is just part 1, wait 'til the sequel

[Hook - Dej Loaf]

[Verse 3 - Danny Brown:]

Comin' from them streets where they thirsty, starvin' to eat

Just a step away from failin', that's why they call it the D

Arguably the whole reason for all of this honesty

Honestly no honor roll, but honored up in them streets

Cause I'm a Linwood nigga, them young niggas hit ya

Put a stack on your head, you'll bleed a lake on Grand River

And to think y'all hood harder then I might beg to differ

Know some killers pull the trigger for a Swisher and Miller

In a blink I'll hit your kisser, have your ass not rememberin'

They say my city's tougher than two fat bitches scissoring

So nigga I'm a veteran, retire my letterman

Had K's in front ya school, but I ain't going to Kettering

Cough up a lung, 313 where I'm from

Xan got me cross eyed like Bernstein’s son

Any niggas try to copy, put a hole in his top

It's us vs. them, Detroit vs Everybody

[Verse 4 - Eminem:]

Lately it seems as if it's me against the world

Like it was before my life became a movie

And they usually use my mothafuckin' trailer to tease me with

But I flip that script like AB filler

Painkillers to pop that lid off that safety seal

It made me feel amazing, made me celebrate me

And if I may reiterate, I ain't even need a script

I ain't bein' conceited

But I made it to radio, eat a dick

I still never ABC the shit

Mainstream appeal and the skill is what made me iller

Since before they called Jay Dee Dilla

I was daydreamin' one day that I would be the shit

And if I ever end up escapin' the streets I swear that I would stay here

Still in it, I'm crazy, I'll always be real

Don't make me steal an 18 wheeler

Break all of my friends out of here and take 'em straight to the Mercedes dealer

Peel off back to the same block that we came from, rampage

You crazy for me to flip

What's makin' you think I need a switch? Cause I'm Adrian Peterson

When he's raging and heated and on the way to go beat his kid

On the track I spank like he just did

(DETROIT!) I can't never leave this bitch

Sick of bein' treated like me and shit

Jesus, I can see why people stop callin' me to do features

And them cyphers on BET cause if

I wasn't me, I probably wouldn't want to play with me neither, shit

Seems to be reachin' this fever pitch

180 degrees in here

Trying to wait for the cedar chips

MCs bit off more than they can chew like a face full of Swedish Fish

On a reign with a two penises

Hateful and genius, this inconvenience

And for the record, you won't want this kind of static in your life

When I'm makin' you cling to it

They consider tryna reinsulate yah when it's maybe in for another crazy winter

Cause it's so cold in the D, it is as days begin to tick away

But ain't this what really made me into the angry bitter blonde

Sick of bein' underdog

Don't make me unleash this shit, release this Pit

May even seem as if

I'm yankin' your chain a bit or maybe the way I'm sayin' shit

Is playin' with your relation, changin' it

It's still the same shit and Shady's still a lady killer

Since the day I went insane and attacked the baby sitter

With a potato peeler and mushed her face into the entertainment center

It's like another plane just entered into Ukraine again

The Bermuda Triangle and attempted to make a safety center

Awaiting anyone who ain't affiliated that could be danger

Did you make arrangements with the gangsters when you came here?

And I came to kill 'em

[Hook - Dej Loaf]

[Outro - Trick Trick:]

What up though, it's the godfather Trick Trick. You either ridin' with us or gettin' rolled on. That means Detroit vs. Everybody! Hey Em let me get that instrumental take it down to the hood, let the little homies get this remix crackin'. Detroit!

"The Marshall Mathers LP 2" (2013)

• Bad Guy lyrics - Eminem
• Parking Lot (Skit) lyrics - Eminem
• Rhyme Or Reason lyrics - Eminem
• So Much Better lyrics - Eminem
• Survival lyrics - Eminem (feat. Liz Rodrigues)
• Legacy lyrics - Eminem
• Asshole lyrics - Eminem (feat. Skylar Grey)
• Berzerk lyrics - Eminem
• Rap God lyrics - Eminem
• Brainless lyrics - Eminem
• Stronger Than I Was lyrics - Eminem
• The Monster lyrics - Eminem (feat. Rihanna)
• So Far... lyrics - Eminem
• Love Game lyrics - Eminem (feat. Kendrick Lamar)
• Headlights lyrics - Eminem (feat. Nate Ruess)
• Evil Twin lyrics - Eminem
• Baby lyrics - Eminem
• Desperation lyrics - Eminem (feat. Jamie N Commons)
• Groundhog Day lyrics - Eminem
• Beautiful Pain lyrics - Eminem (feat. Sia)

Bad Guy lyrics - Eminem

[Verse 1: Eminem]

It’s like I'm in the dirt, digging up old hurt

Tried everything to get my mind off you, it won’t work

All it takes is one song on the radio you’re right back on it

Reminding me all over again how you fucking just brushed me off

And left me so burned, spent a lot of time trying to soul search

Maybe I needed to grow up a little first

Well, looks like I hit a growth spurt

But I am coming for closure

Don’t suppose an explanation I’m owed for

The way that you turned your back on me

Just when I may have needed you most

Oh, you thought it was over

You can just close the chapter

And go about your life, like it was nothing

You ruined mine, but you seem to be doing fine

I’d never recovered but tonight I betcha that whatcha

'bout to go through’s tougher than anything I have suffered

Can’t think of a better way to define poetic justice

Can I hold grudges, mind is saying: "let it go, fuck this"

Heart is saying: "I will once I bury this bitch alive

Hide the shovel and then drive off in the sunset"

[Hook: Sarah Jaffe]

I flee the scene like it was my last ride

You see right through

Oh, you had me pegged the first time

You can't see the truth

But it's easier to justify

What's bad is good

And I hate to be the bad guy

I just hate to be the bad guy

[Verse 2: Eminem]

And to think I used to think you was the shit, bitch

To think it was you at one time I worshipped, shit

Think you can hurt people and just keep getting away with it?

Not this time, you better go and get sewing kit, bitch

Finish this stitch so you can reap what you sow, nitwit

Thought some time had past and I forget it, forget it!

You left our family in shambles

You expect me to just get over him? Pretend he never existed

Maybe gone, but he's not forgotten

And don't think cause he's been out the pictures so long

That I've stopped the plottin' and still ain't coming to get ya

You're wrong and that shit was rotten

And the way you played him, same shit you did to me

Have you any idea that shit I've gone through?

Feelings I harbor, all this pain of resentment I hold on to

Not once you called to ask me how I'm doing

Letters, you don't respond to 'em

Fuck it, I'm coming to see you

And gee who better to talk to than you?

The cause to my problems

My life is garbage and I'm 'bout to take it out on you

Poof, then I'm gone

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Eminem]

I've been driving around your side of the town

Like 9 frickin' hours and 45 minutes now

Finally I found your new address, park in your drive

Feel like I been waiting on this moment all of my life

And it's now arrived, and my mouth is full of saliva

My knife is out and I'm ducking on the side of your house

See, it's sad it came to this point

Such a disappointment I had to make this appointment to come and see ya

But ain't here for ya empathy, I don't need your apology

Or your friendship of sympathy, it's revenge that I seek

So I sneak vengefully and treat your bedroom window

Like I reach my full potential, I peeked

Continue to peep, still bent low

Keep tapping the glass lightly then start to crescendo

Sneak all the way 'round to the back porch

Man, door handles unlocked, shouldn't be that easy to do this

You don't plan for intruders before hand?

Surprised to see me? Cat got your tongue?

Gag, chloroform rag, gag almost half of a lung

Like you picked up an axe up and then swung

Stick to the core plan, drag to the back of a trunk

By one of your fans, irony spectacular, huh?

Now who's a faggot, you punk?

And here's your Bronco hat, you can have that shit back as they suck

It's just me, you and the music now, Slim

I hope you hear it we are in a car right now

Wait, here comes my favorite lyric

I'm the bad guy who makes fun of people that die

And hey, here's a sequel to my Mathers LP

Just to try to get people to buy

How's this for publicity stunt? This should be fun

Last album now cause after this you'll be officially done

Eminem killed by Eminem

Matthew Mitchell, bitch, I even have your initials

I initially was gonna bury you next to my brother, but fuck it

Since you love your city so much

I figured, what the fuck the best place you could be buried alive is right here

Two more exits, town is quite near

I hope we don't get stopped, no license I fear

That sirens I hear? Guess 90 on the freeway wasn't the brightest idea

As cops appear in my driver side mirror

(Help, police!!)

Hope foxtrot gets an aerial shot of your burial

New plan Stan

Slim, chauvinist pig drove in this big, lincoln town car

Well gotta go, almost at the bridge, haha big bro it's for you

Slim, this is for him and Frank Ocean, hope you can swim good!

Now say you hate homos again!

[Outro: Eminem]

I also represent anyone normally seen on the end of these jokes of a beat

I'm the nightmare you fell asleep in and woke up still in

I'm your karma closing in with each stroke of a pen

Perfect time to have some remorse to show for your sin

No, it's hopeless, I'm the denial that you're hopelessly in

When they say all of this is approaching its end

But you refuse to believe that it's over, here we go all over again

Backs to the wall, I’m stacking up all them odds, toilets cock

Yeah ‘cause I’m talking a lot of shit but I’m backing it all up

But in my head there’s a voice in the back and it hollas

After the track is demolished

I am your lack of a conscience

I’m the ringing in your ears

I’m the polyps on the back of your tonsils

Eating your vocal chords after your concerts

I’m your time that’s almost up that you haven’t acknowledged

Grab for some water but I’m that pill that’s too jagged to swallow

I’m the bullies you hate that you became

With every faggot you slaughtered

Coming back on you every woman you insult there

With the double-standards you have when it comes to your daughters

I represent everything you take for granted

‘Cause Marshall Mather’s the rapper’s persona’s have a facade and 

Matthew and Stan’s just symbolic of you not knowing what you had until it’s gone

‘Cause after all the glitz and the glam no more fans that are calling your name

Cameras are off, sad but it happens to all of them,

I'm the hindsight to say, “I told you so!”

Foreshadows of all the things that are to follow

I'm the future that's here to show you what happens tomorrow

If you don’t stop after they call you

The biggest laughing stock of rap who can’t call it quits

But it’s time to walk away

I’m ever guilt trip the baggage you had

But as you gather up all your possessions

If there's anything you have left to say

Unless it makes an impact don't bother

So before you rest your case

Better make sure you're packing a wallop

So one last time, I’m back

Before it fades into black and it’s all over

Behold the final chapter in the saga

Trying to recapture that lightning trapped in a bottle

Twice the magic that started it all

Tragic portrait of an artist tortured

Trapped in his own drawings

Tap into thoughts

Blacker and darker than anything imaginable

Here goes a wild stab in the dark

As we pick up the last Mathers’ left off

Parking Lot (Skit) lyrics - Eminem

(Skit)

(don't kill me)

[shot]

Thank you!

[Eminem running]

Go, go, go (what the f..uck?)

What the fuck are you doing?

Mothafucker bail on me? Fuck you!

[car stop working]

Aw, you gotta be fucking kidding me...

Are you fucking kidding me?

Shit!

Get off

[shot the dog]

(haha)

[wheezing]

The parking lot

Shit, ah!

(Let me see your hands, prank's over)

Fuck it!

[Shoots himself]

Rhyme Or Reason lyrics - Eminem

[Verse 1:]

(What's your name?) Marshall

(Who's your daddy?) I don't have one

My mother reproduced like a komodo dragon

And had me on the back of a motorcycle

Then crashed in the side of loco-motive with rap, I'm loco

It's like handing a psycho a loaded handgun

Michelangelo with a paint gun in a tantrum

About to explode all over the canvas

Back with the Yoda of rap in a spasm

(Your music usually has them)

(But waned for the game your enthusiasm it hasn't)

(Follow you must, Rick Rubin my little Padawan)

A Jedi in training, colossal brain and, thoughts of entertaining

But docile and impossible to explain and, I'm also vain and

Probably find a way to complain about a Picasso painting

Puke Skywalker, but sound like Chewbacca when I talk

Full of such blind rage I need a seeing eye dog

Can't even find the page, I was writing this rhyme on, (oh..)

Its on a rampage, couldn't see what I wrote I write small

(It says) Ever since I drove a 79 Lincoln with white walls

Had a fire in my heart, and a dire desire to aspire, to DIE HARD

So as long as I'm on the clock punching this time card

Hip hop ain't dying on my watch

[Hook:]

But sometimes, when I’m sleeping, she comes to me in my dreams

Is she taken? Is she mine? Don’t got, I don’t care, don’t have two shits to give

Let me take you by the hand, to promise land, and threaten everyone

Cause there’s no rhyme or no reason for nothing

[Bridge:]

Nah, (Whats your name?) Marshall

(Who’s your daddy?) I don’t know him, but I wonder

(Is he rich like me?) Haha

(Has he taken, any time, to show you what you need to live?)

NO

[Verse 2:]

If he had, he wouldn’t have ended up in these rhymes on my pad

I wouldn’t be so mad, my attitude wouldn’t be so bad, yeah, dad

I'm the epitome and the prime example of what happens

When the power of the rhyme falls into the wrong hands, and

Makes you want to get up and start dancing

Even if it is Charles Manson who just happens, to be rapping

Blue lights flashing, laughing all the way to the bank

Lamping in my K-Mart mansion, I’m in the style department

With a pile in my car, ripping the aisle apart

With great power comes absolutely no responsiblity, for content

Completely, despondent, and condescending

The king of nonsense and controversy is on, a

Beat killing spree, your honor, I must, plea

Guilty, cause I sparked a, revolution

Rebel without a cause, who caused the evolution of rap

To take it to the next level, boost it

But several rebuked it, and whoever produced it

(Hip hop is the devil's music) Is that me? It belongs to me?

Cuz I just happen to be, a white honky devil with two horns

That don't honk but every time I speak you, hear a beep?

But lyrically I never hear a peep, not even a whisper

Rappers better stay clear of me, bitch

Cause it's the…

[Hook]

[Bridge:]

(Whats your name?) Shady

(Who’s your daddy?) I don’t give a fuck, but I wonder

(Is he rich like me?) Doubt it, ha

(Has he taken, any time, to show you what you need to live?)

[Verse 3:]

So yeah dad let's walk

Let's have us a father and son talk

But I bet we probably wouldn't get one block

Without me knocking your block off

This is all your fault

Maybe that's why I'm always so bananas

I appeal to all those walks of like

Whoever had strife

Maybe that's what dad and son talks are like

Cause I related to the struggles of Young America

When their fucking parents were unaware of their troubles

Now they're ripping out their fucking hair again

It's a stare ruckle, I chuckle

Cause everybody bloodies their bare knuckles

Yeah, uh oh, better beware knuckleheads

The sound of my hustle says don't knock

The doors broken it won't lock

It might just fly open, get cold cocked

You critics come pay to me a visit

Misery loves company, please stay a minute

Kryptonite to a hypocrite

Zip your lip if you dish it but can't take it

Too busy getting stoned in your glass house

To kick rocks, and you wonder why I lash out

Mister Mathers as advertised on the flyers

Spread the word cause I'm promoting my passion till I'm passed out

A completely brain dead Rainman

Doing a bankhead in a restraint chair

So bitch, if you shoot me a look it better be a blank stare

Or get shanked in the pancreas, I'm angrier than

All 8 of the reindeer put together with Chief Keef

Cause I hate every fucking thing, yeah

Even this rhyme bitch, and quit tryna look

For a fucking reason for it that ain't there

But I still am a CRIMINAL

Ten year old degenerate grabbing on my GENITALS

The last Mathers LP that went diamond

This time I'm predicting this one will go EMERALD

When will the madness end, how can it when

There's no method the pad and pen

The only message that I have to say is:

Dad, I'm back at it again

Bitch

So Much Better lyrics - Eminem

[Verse 1:]

Pick up the god dang phone...

Bitch where the fuck were you Tuesday?

With who you say?

I wasn't at the studio

Bitch what'd you do screw Dre?

You went there looking for me

Oo that excuse is too lame

Keep playing me you're gonna end up with a huge goose egg

You fake, lying slut you never told me you knew drake

Que Lupe? You want to lose two legs

You try to flip this on me?

If i spent more time with you, you say

“Ok yeeah, I’m coo-coo, hey?” Well, screw you

And I’d be the third person who screwed you today

Oh, four? Dre, Drake, Lupe? Oh touche

You were too two-faced for me

Thought you was my number one

True BlueAce but you ain't

And I can see you and you make

That little boo-boo face

Cause I'm hanging up this phone, boo

You make my fucking Blutooth ache

You feeling blue too late

Go smurf yourself you make me wanna smurfin' puke blue Kool Aid

Here's what you say to someone you hate

[Hook:]

My life will be so much better if you dropped dead (I hate you)

I was laying in bed last night thinking

And this song just popped in my head and I though

Wouldn't shit just be a lot easier if you dropped dead (dead)

I would feel so (so) much (much) better (better, better, better)

[Verse 2:]

Think I just relapsed, this bitch pushed me over the brim

Hop on the freeway trying to get some time alone and just think

Then the cops pulled me over but they let me go cause I told 'em

I'm only driving drunk cause that bitch drove me to drink

I'm back on my fuck hoes but a whole new hatred for blondes

But bias I hate all bitches the same, baby come on

Excuse the pun but bitch you're such a broad statement

And I'm channeling my anger through every single station it's on

Cause a woman broke my heart, I say hea-art cause you ripped it in two pa-arts

And threw it in the garbage, who do you think you are?

Bitch guess it's time for me to get the dust off

And pick myself up off the carpet

But I'll never say the L-word again

I la-la-la-la lesbian, aaaah

I hope you hear this song and go into a cardiac arrest

My life's be so much better if you just

[Hook]

[Bridge:]

Cause you told me, you love me, forever

Bitch, that was a lie

I never, wanted someone, to die

So bad in my fucking life

But fuck it, there's other fish in the sea

[Verse 3:]

And I'mma have a whale of a time

Being a single sailor for the night

Bitch on a scale of 1 to 10, shit

I must be the holy grailer

Catch this ho I got an Oscar attached to my fucking name (great)

I might hit the club on a chica's tail, uh

Made for me say fuck it kick some shots back and hammer the nailer

These bitches tryna get atached with the failer

And latch him to the tail of my bumper to scratch them with the back of my trailer

Like I'm itchin' to get hitched

Yeah I'm rich as a bitch but bitches ain't shit

I'd rather leave a bitch in a ditch

Bitch you complain when you listen to this

But you still throw yourself at me

That's what I call pitchin' a bitch

That's why I'm swinging at this chicks on sight

Long as I got a bat and two balls it's foul

But my dick's on strike so all that love shit is null and void

Bitch I'm a droid, I void cupid stupid wasn't for blowjobs you'd be unemployed

Oi oi oi man oh man you boy boy boys

Getting sick at these girls girls girls

Oink oink oink you fucking pigs

All you good boys doink doink doink

I got 99 problems and the bitch ain't one

She's all 99 of them I need a machine gun

I take em all out I hope you hear this song

And grow into a cardiac arrest have a heart attack

And just drop dead and I'mma throw a fucking party after this cause

[Hook]

[Outro:]

I'm just playing bitch, you know I love you