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Eminem lyrics

Album: The Eminem Show [2002]

 01  Curtains Up
 02  White America
 03  Business
 04  Cleanin Out My Closet
 05  Square Dance
 06  The Kiss
 07  Soldier
 08  Say Goodbye Hollywood
 09  Drips
 10  Without Me
 11  Paul Rosenberg
 12  Sing for the Moment
 13  Superman
 14  Hailie's Song
 15  Steve Berman (Skit)
 16  When the Music Stops
 17  Say What You Say
 18  'Till I Collapse
 19  My Dad's Gone Crazy
 20  Curtains Close
all Eminem lyrics

Curtains Up
[applause stops]

foot steps

microphone screeches

taps on microphone

clears throat

AMERICAback to top
White America
Artist: Eminem
Album: The Eminem Show
Song: White America

America!! Hahaha! We love you!
How many people are proud to be citizens of this beautiful country of ours?
The stripes and the stars for the rights that men have died for to protect
The women and men who have broke their necks for the freedom of speech
the United States government has sworn to uphold..
(Yo, I want everybody to listen to the words of this song) .. or so we're told

I never woulda dreamed in a million years I'd see
so many motherfuckin people, who feel like me
Who share the same views and the same exact beliefs
It's like a fuckin ARMY marchin in back of me
So many lives I touched, so much anger aimed
in no particular direction, just sprays and sprays
And straight through your radio waves, it plays and plays
'til it stays stuck in your head, for days and days
Who woulda thought; standin in this mirror bleachin my hair
with some peroxide, reachin for a t-shirt to wear
that I would catapult to the forefront of rap like this?
How could I predict my words would have an impact like this?
I must've struck a chord with somebody up in the office
Cause Congress keep tellin me, I ain't causin nuthin but problems
And now they're sayin I'm in trouble with the government - I'm lovin it!
I shoveled shit all my life, and now I'm dumpin it on

[Chorus 2X: Eminem]
White America! I could be one of your kids
White America! Little Eric looks just like this
White America! Erica loves my shit
I go to TRL; look how many hugs I get!

Look at these eyes, baby blue, baby just like yourself
If they were brown Shady lose, Shady sits on the shelf
But Shady's cute, Shady knew Shady's dimples would help
Make ladies swoon baby (ooh baby!) Look at my sales
Let's do the math - if I was black, I woulda sold half
I ain't have to graduate from Lincoln High School to know that
But I could rap, so fuck school, I'm too cool to go back
Gimme the mic, show me where the fuckin studio's at
When I was underground, no one gave a fuck I was white
No labels wanted to sign me, almost gave up I was like
Fuck it - until I met Dre, the only one to look past
Gave me a chance aand I lit a FIRE up under his ass
Helped him get back to the top, every fan black that I got
was probably his in exchange for every white fan that he's got
Like damn; we just swapped - sittin back lookin at shit, wow
I'm like my skin is it startin to work to my benefit now? It's..


See the problem is, I speak to suburban kids
who otherwise woulda never knew these words exist
Whose moms probably woulda never gave two squirts of piss
'til I created so much motherfuckin turbulence!
Straight out the tube, right into your living rooms I came
And kids flipped, when they knew I was produced by Dre
That's all it took, and they were instantly hooked right in
And they connected with me too because I looked like them
That's why they put my lyrics up under this microscope
Searchin with a fine tooth comb, it's like this rope
waitin to choke; tightenin around my throat
Watchin me while I write this, like I don't like this (Nope!)
All I hear is: lyrics, lyrics, constant controversy, sponsors working
round the clock to try to stop my concerts early, surely
Hip-Hop was never a problem in Harlem only in Boston
After it bothered the fathers of daughters startin to blossom
So now I'm catchin the flack from these activists when they raggin
Actin like I'm the first rapper to smack a bitch or say faggot, shit!
Just look at me like I'm your closest pal
The posterchild, the motherfuckin spokesman now for..


So to the parents of America
I am the derringer aimed at little Erica to attack her character
The ringleader of this circus of worthless pawns
Sent to lead the march right up to the steps of Congress
and piss on the lawns of the White House
To burn the {flag} and replace it with a Parental Advisory sticker
To spit liquor in the faces of this democracy of hypocrisy
Fuck you Ms. Cheney! Fuck you Tipper Gore!
Fuck you with the free-est of speech
this Divided States of Embarassment will allow me to have
Fuck you!

{*Eminem harmonizes the beat*}

I'm just playin America, you know I love youback to top
Dre: Marshall...sounds like an S.O.S
Eminem: Holy wack, unlyrical lyrics Andre, you're fuckin' right
Dre: To the rapmobile...Let's go


Eminem: Bitches and gentlemen, It's showtime! Hurry hurry, step right up /
Introducing the star of our showÖhis name is...

Eminem: You wouldn't want to be anywhere else in the world right now /
So without further ado, I bring to you


Verse 1
You bout to witness hip hop in its most purest, more rawest form, flow almost flawless/
most hardest, most honest known artist, chip off the old block, but good old Doc is BACK/
Looks like Batman brought his own Robin. Oh god, Sadam's got his own Laden/
wit' his own private plane, his own pilot, set to blow college dorm rooms doors off the hinges/
oranges, peach, pears, plums syringes. Vnnnn vnnnn, yeah here I come, I'm inches/
away from you, dear fear none, hip hop is in a state of nine-one-one so...

Chorus X2

Lets get down to business. I don't got no time to play around what is this/
Must be a circus in town, lets shut the shit down on these clowns. Can I get a witness? HELL YEAH!
Verse 2
Quick gotta move fast, gotta perform miracles. Gee willikers, Dre, holy bat syllables/
look at all the bullshit that goes on in Gotham when I'm gone. Time to get rid of these rap criminals/
So skip to your lou while I do what I do best. You ain't even impressed no more, you're used to it/
Flows too wet, nobody close to it, nobody says it, but still everybody knows the shit/
the most hated on out of all those who say they get hated on in eighty songs and exaggerate it all/
So much, they make it all up, there's no such thing, like a female with good looks , who cooks and cleans/
it just means so much more to so much more people when you're rappin' and you know what for/
the show must go on. So I'd like to welcome y'all to Marshall and Andre's carnival, C'mon! Now...
Chorus X2

Verse 3
Its just like old times, the dynamic duo, two old friends, why panic, you already know who's fully capable, the two capped heroes, dial straight down the center eight-zero-zero/
you can even call collect, the most feared duet, since me and Elton played career Russian Roulette/
and never even see me blink or get to bustin' a sweat, people steppin' over people just to rush to the set/
just to get to see an MC who breathes so freely, ease over these beats and be so breezy/Jesus how can shit be so easy, how can one Chandra be so Levy?/
Turn on these beats, MC's don't see me. Believe me BET and MTV are gonna grieve/when we leave, dog, fo' sheezy. Can't leave rap alone, the game needs me/
Till we grow beards, get weird, and disappear into the mountains. Nothin' but clowns down here/but we ain't fuckin around round here, yo Dre. . . What up? Can I get a Hell? Hell Yeah!/
Chorus X2

Refrain X2
Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Marshall! / Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Marshall!

So there you have it folks, Marshall has come to save the day/
Back with his friend Andre, and to remind you that bullshit does not pay/
Because Marshall! And Andre are here to stay and never go away until our dying day until we're old and grey/
Marshall! So until next time friends, same blonde hair, same rap channel, Good night everyone, Thank you for coming/
Your host for the evening. . . Marshall! Oh...back to top
Cleanin Out My Closet
Where's my snare, I have no snare in my headphones, there ya' go, yeah, yo', yo'...

Have you ever been hated or discriminated against, I have, i've been protested and demonstrated
against, picket signs for my wicked rhymes, look at the times, sick is the mind of the
motherfuckin' kid that's behind, all this commotion, emotions run deep as ocean's explodin',
tempers flaring from parents, just blow 'em off and keep goin', not takin' nothin' from no one,
give 'em hell long as i'm breathin', keep kickin' ass in the mornin', an' takin' names in the
evening, leave 'em with a taste as sour as vinegar in they mouth, see they can trigger me but
they'll never figure me out, look at me now, I bet ya' probably sick of me now, ain't you mama,
i'ma make you look so ridiculous now...


I'm sorry mama, I never meant to hurt you, I never meant to make you cry, but tonight i'm
cleanin' out my closet, {one more time}, I said i'm sorry mama, I never meant to hurt you, I
never meant to make you cry, but tonight i'm cleanin' out my closet...

I got some skeletons in my closet and I don't know if no one knows it, so before they thrown me
inside my coffin and close it, i'ma expose it, i'll take you back to '73, before I ever had a
multi-platinum sellin' Cd, I was a baby, maybe I was just a couple of months, my faggot father
must have had his pantie's up in a bunch, cause he split, I wonder if he even kissed me goodbye,
no I don't on second thought, I just fuckin' wished he would die, I look at Hailie and I
couldn't picture leavin' her side, even if I hated Kim, I grit my teeth and I'd try, to make it
work with her at least for Hailie's sake, I maybe made some mistakes but i'm only human, but i'm
man enough to face them today, what I did was stupid, no doubt it was dumb, but the smartest
shit I did was take them bullets out of that gun, cause id'a killed 'em, shit I would have shot
Kim and him both, it's my life, i'd like to welcome y'all to the Eminem show...


Now I would never diss my own mama just to get recognition, take a second to listen who you
think this record is dissin', but put yourself in my position, just try to envision witnessin'
your Mama poppin' prescription pills in the kitchen, bitchin' that someone's always goin'
through her purse and shits missin', going through public housing systems, victim of
Munchausen's syndrome, my whole life I was made to believe I was sick when I wasn't 'til I grew
up, now I blew up, it makes you sick to ya' stomach, doesn't it, wasn't it the reason you made
that Cd for me, ma, so you could try to justify the way you treated me, ma, but guess what, your
gettin' older now and it's cold when your lonely, and Nathan's growing up so quick, he's gonna
know that your phoney, and Hailie's getting so big now, you should see her, she's beautiful, but
you'll never see her, she won't even be at your funeral, see what hurts me the most is you won't
admit you was wrong, bitch, do your song, keep tellin' yourself that you was a mom, but how dare
you try to take what you didn't help me to get, you selfish bitch, I hope you fuckin' burn in
hell for this shit, remember when Ronnie died and you said you wished it was me, well guess
what, I am dead, dead to you as can be...

[CHORUS]back to top
Square Dance
This is the correct version.It's Beirut,not Beyruth!

>Get ready>
It feels so good to be back!
Ladies and gentleman
Introducing the new me
Improved youth
No fool

Verse #1
Never been the type to bend or budge
The wrong button to push, no friend, no Bush
I'm the centerpiece, you're a Maltese,i'm a Pitbull off his leash
All this peace-talkin cease
All these people i had to leave in limbo
I'm back now and I've come to release this info
I'll be brief and let me just keep shit simple
Can a bitch don't want no beef with Slim,NOO!
Not even on my radar
So won't you please jump off my dick, lay off and stay off
and follow me as i put these crayons to chaos
from seance to seance.

Chorus 2x:
So come on down
Let's all get on down
Doh si doh now
We dont have a good plan
Dont be scerrrd (scared), cuz therrr (there) ain't nuttin' to werrr (worry) 'bout
Let your hair down
Square dance

Verse #2:
Let your hair down to the track, yeh, keep goin back (BOO!)
The boogie-monster of rap, yeh, the man's back!
With a plan to ambush this Bush administration
Moosh the senate's facin',push this generation
O' kids to stand and fight for the right to say somethin'
You might not like, this white hot light that im under
No wonder i look so sunburnt,
Oh no, i won't leave no stone unturned
Oh no, i won't leave one goin' nowhere
Doh-si-doh oh! yo! ho! hello there!
Oh yeh! don't think i won't go there
Go to Beirut and do a show there
Yeh you laugh till your motherfuckin' ass gets drafted
When you're in bed here thinkin' the draft cant happen
Till you fuck around get an anthrax napkin
Inside a package wrapped in sarandrap wrappin'
Open the plastic, and then you stand back gaspin'
Fuckin' assassins hijackin',anthrax crashin'
All this terror, America demands action
Next thing you know, you've got Uncle Sam's ass askin'
To join our army, or what you do for their navy
You just a baby gettin' recruited at 18
You're on a plane now eatin' they food and they baked beans
I'm 28, they gon' take you 'fore they take me
Crazy insane or insane crazy?
When i say Hussain, you say Shady!
My views ain't changed to lean humane way for
Rain 2 days late, the date's today
Hey team!

Chorus 2x:

Verse #3
Nothing moves me more than a groove that suits me
Nothing suits me more than a groove that boosts me
Nothing boosts me more or suits me beautifully
There's nothing you can do to me, stab me, shoot me
Psychotic hypnotic product I gotta take antibiotic
Ain't nobody hotter and so on and yada yada
Gotta talk a lot of humdelalalala
Oochie walla-walla-mmm-de-da-da but you gotta gotta
Keep moving there's more music to make
Keep making new shit, produce hits to break
The monotony whats gotten into me?
Drugs, rock and henessey, thug like I'm 'Pac on my enemies
On your knees, got you under siege
Somebody you would give a lung to be
Hungry like a fucking younger me
Fuck the fee,I can get you jumped for free
Yeah,buddy,laugh is funny,I have the money
To have you killed by somebody who has nothing
I'm past bluffing, pass the KY
Lets get ready for some intense serious ass-fucking

Chorus 2x

Dr Dre wants to square dance with me
Nasty Nas wants to square dance with me
X to the Z wants to square dance with me
Busta Rhymes wants to square dance with me
Cannabitch won't square dance with me
Cannabitch won't square dance with me
Canibus dont want no parts o' me
Dirty Dozen wants to square dance with me
Yeeeeha!back to top
The Kiss
[Eminem] I'm gonna kill this bitch. I'm gonna kill her. I'm going to fuckin' jail, cause i'm gonna kill this bitch.
[Gary] Yo' man, I don't know.
[Eminem] What?
[Gary] I got a really, really bad feelin' about this.
[Eminem] Man, will you shut the fuck up Gary. You've always got a bad feeling man. That's her car right there. Just park.
[Gary] Allright, just let me park. I'm parking!
[Eminem] Fuckin', turn the car off dog.
[Gary] Alright.
[Eminem] Alright, we wait.
[Gary] We wait for what?
[Eminem] We wait until she comes out. Man, i'm gonna fuckin' kill her.
[Gary] Man, you ain't gonna kill nobody.
[Eminem] Man, just shut the fuck up dog.
[Gary] What the fuck did you bring that for?
[Eminem] Just shut up, fuckin' clip is empty.
[Gary] Don't point that shit at me!
[Eminem] It's not even loaded bitch, look!
[Gary] Dude! God I fuckin' hate when you do that shit.
[Eminem] Ha ha, ya but it's funny as fuck.
[Gary] You're gonna fuck around and kill me one of these days, I swear.
[Eminem] It get's you every time. Is that her?
[Gary] Where?
[Eminem] Right there motherfucker.
[Gary] Yeah, fuck.
[Eminem] Alright, get up, get up.
[Gary] Here we go again.
[Eminem] Get down!
[Gary] What the fuck do you want me to do get under the car?
[Eminem] Yo', who's she walkin' with?
[Gary] How the fuck am I supposed to know? You told me to duck down.
[Eminem] It's the fucking bouncer. Did she just kiss him?
[Gary] I don't think so.
[Eminem] Dog, she just fuckin' kissed him.
[Gary] No, she didn't!
[Eminem] She's kissing him dog!
[Gary] No she's not...oh shit.
[Eminem] C'mon, motherfucker!
[Gary] MAARRSSHH!!!back to top
I'm a soldier
I'm a soldier
Da da da da da dada
I'm a soldier
I'm a soldier

Verse #1
Never was a thug, just infatuated with guns
Never was a gangster, until I graduated into one
And got the rep of a villian, for weapon consealin'
Took the image of a thug kept shit appealing
Will it stick out my neck with respect if it meant life or death
Never lived to regret what I said
When your me, people just wanna see if its true
If it's you, what your saying in your raps what you do
So they feel, it's part of ya obligation of forefill
If they see you on the streets face to face are you for real?
The compitation ain't no compisation if you feel
Your in violation in any hesitation to get you killed
If you feel it, kill it, you can conceal it, reveal it
Being reasonable will leave you full of bullets
Pull it, squeeze it, 'til its empty, tempt me, push me, pussies
I need a good reason to give this trigger a good squeeze

I'm a soldier
These shoulders hold up so much
They wont budge, I'll never fall or fold up
I'm a soldier
Even if my collar bones crush or crumble
I will never slip or stumble
I'm a soldier
These shoulders hold up so much
They wont budge, I'll never fall or fold up
I'm a soldier
Even if my collar bones crush or crumble
I will never stumble

Verse #2
I love pissing you off, it get's me off
Like my lawyers, when the fucking judge lets me off
All you motherfuckers gotta do is set me off
I'll violate, and all the motherfucking bet's be off
I'm a lit fuse, anything I do gets to news
Pistol whipping mother fucker bouncer 6'2"
Who needs bullets? As soon as I pull it
You sweat bullets and excellent that method to get rid of the next bully
It's actually better, cause instead of you murdering
You can heard of me come back, and again I kick dirt in them
Mr. pooring salt in your wounds, assault and get sued,
You can smuggle lawsuits as soon as I walks in the room
Everybody's hearts just stops, they'se call the cops
All you see is bitches coming up, there hard to tops
Running and ducking up at Hot Rock's parking lot
You'll all get shot, whether its your fault or not


Verse #3
I spit it slow so these kids know that I'm talking to em
Give it back to these damn critics and sock it to em
I'm like a thug, with a little bit of 'Pac influence
I spew it, and look how I got you bitches rocking to it
You mother fuckers can never do it like I can do it
Don't even try, you'll look stupid, do not pursue it
Don't ever run your life trying to knock the truse
I spit the illest shit ever, could drive me to it
So tic and toc, listen as the sound ticks on the clock
Listen to the sound of Kim as she licks on the cock
Listen to the sound of me spilling my heart through this pen
Mother fuckers know that I'll never be Marshall again
Full of controversy, until I retire my jearsey
'Til the fire inside dies and expires at 30
And Lord have mercy on anymore of these rappers that verse me
And put a curse on authorities, in the face of diversity


Go left, go left, go left right left
Go left, go left, go left right left
Go left, go left, go left right left
Go left, go left, go left right leftback to top
Say Goodbye Hollywood
Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood
Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood
Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood
Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood
{Hollywood}, sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood
{Why do I feel this way}, sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood
Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood
Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood

[Verse 1]
I thought I had it all figured out, I did
I thought I was tough enough to stick it out with Kim
But I wasn't tough enough to juggle two things at once
I found myself layin' on my knees in cuffs
Which should've been a reason enough, for me to get my stuff and just leave
How come I couldn't see this shit myself, it's just me
Nobody couldn't see the shit I felt
Knowin' damn well she wasn't gonna be there when I fell, to catch me
The minute shit was heated she just bailed
i'm standin' here swingin' on like thirty people by myself
I couldn't even see the millimetere when it fell
Turned around saw Gary stashin' the heater in his belt
Saw the bouncers rush him and beat him to the ground
I just sold two million records, I don't need to go to jail
I'm not about to lose my freedom over no female
I need to slow down
Try to get my feet on solid ground, so for now i'm...


[Verse 2]
Bury my face in comic books, cause I don't want to look
At nothin', this world's too much
I've swallowed all I could
If I could swallow a bottle of tylenol I would, and end it for good
Just say goodbye to Hollywood
I probably should, these problems are piling all at once
Cause everything that bothers me, I got it bottled up
I think i'm bottomin' out
But i'm not about to give up, I gotta get up
Thank God, I got a little girl
And I'm a responsible father
So not a lot of good, i'd be to my daughter layin' in the bottom of the mud
Must be in my blood cause I don't know how I do it
All I know is I don't want to follow in the footsteps of my dad
Cause I hate him so bad
The worst fear that I had was growin' up to be like his fuckin' ass, man
If you could understand why I am the way that I am
What do I say to my fans, when I tell 'em i'm...


[Verse 3]
I don't wanna quit, but shit, I feel like this is it
For me to have this much appeal like this is sick
This is not a game, this fame, in real life this is sick
Publicity stunt my ass, conceal my fuckin' dick
Fuck the guns, i'm done, i'll never look at gats
If I scrap, i'll scrap like I ain't never whooped some ass
I love my fans
But no one ever puts a grasp on the fact i've sacrificed everything I have
I never dreamt i'd get to the level that i'm at, this is whack
This is more than I ever could of asked
everywhere I go, a hat, a sweater hood, or mask
What about math, how come I wasn't ever good at that
It's like the boy in the bubble, who never could adapt, i'm trapped
If I could go back, I never woulda rapped
I sold my soul to the devil, i'll never get it back
I just wanna leave this game with level head intact
Imagine goin' from bein' a no one to seein',
everything blow up and all you did was just grow
up emceeing
It's fuckin' crazy
Cause all I wanted was to give Hailie the life I never had
But instead I forced us to live alienated, so i'm sayin'...


Goodbye, goodbye Hollywood, {Goodbye},
please don't cry for me, when i'm gone for good, {this shit is not for me},
so goodbye, goodbye Hollywood,
{i'm not a fuckin' star}, please don't cry
for me, when I'm gone for good, {i'm goin' back home}...back to top
Obie... Yo... Im sick / Damn... You straight dog?

That's why I ain't got no time. For these games and stupid tricks/
Or these b*tches on my d*ck. That's how dudes be getting sick/
That's how d*cks be getting drips. Falling victims to this sh*t/
From these b*tches on our d*cks, f*cking chickens with no ribs/
That's why I ain't got no time...

Verse 1 (Obie Trice)
Yo, I woke up f*cked up off the liquor I drunk. I had a bag of the skunk won in last nights Tunk/
pussy residue was on my penis, Denise from the cleaners, f*cked me good, you shoulda seen this/
big booty b*tch, switch unbearable, french roll stylin', body like a stallion/
Sizin up the figure while my sh*t's getting bigger, debatin' on a f*ck or do I want to be her nigga/
Caressin'this b*tch, plus I'm checking out them tits, sippin' on that fine sh*t I ain't used to buyin'/
I gotta hit it from behind, its mandatory, like takin' hoe's money, but that's another story/
For surely, the pussy on toast after we toast, her clothes fell like Bishop in Juice/
The womb beater, clean pussy eater, insertin' my jock in that spot hotter than the hottest block/
Don't Stop! The response I got when I was knockin' it, clock steady tickin', kinky finger lickin'/
and can on, semen's at my tip when she moans. I gotta slow down before I cum soon/
and work that nigga like a slave owner. When I dropped off my outfit, she knew I wanted to bone her/
She foamin' at the lips, the one between them hips, pubic hairs lookin' like some sour cream dip/
without the nacho, my d*ck hit the spot though, pussy tighter than conditions of us black folks/
We in the final stretch, the last part of sex. I bust a fat ass nut, then I woke up next/like what the f*ck is goin' on here, this b*tch evaporated, pussy and all, just picked up and vacated/
Now I'm frusturated cuz my d*ck was unprotected, and Doctor Wesley tellin me I really got that sh*t


Verse 2 (Eminem)
Now I don't wanna hit no woman, but this chick's got it comin', someone better get this b*tch, before she gets kicked in the stomach/
and she's pregnant, buts she's eggin' me on, beggin' me to throw her off the steps of this porch/
my only weapon is force and I don't wanna resort to any violence of any sort. But what's she shovin' me for?/
Doesn't she love me no more? Wasn't she huggin' me four minutes ago at the door?/
Man, I'm this close to goin' toe-to-toe with this whore. What would you do if she was tellin' you she wants a divorce?/
She's havin' another baby in a month, and it's yours, and you find out it isn't cus this b*tch has been visitin' someone else/
and suckin' his d*ck and kissin' you on the lips when you get back, to Michigan, now the plot is thickenin' worse/
cus you feel like you've been stickin' your f*ckin' d*ck in a hearse/
so you paranoid at every little cold that you get, ever since they told you this sh*t, you've been holdin' your d*ck/
so you go to the clinic, sweatin' every minute you in it, then the doctor comes out lookin' like Dennis the Menace/
and it's obvious to everyone in the lobby it's AIDS, he ain't even gotta call you in his office to say it/
so you jet back home, cus you gon' get that hoe, when you see her, you gon' bend her f*ckin' neck back, yo/
cus you love her, you never would expect that blow, Obie told you the scoop, how could she stoop that low?/
Jesus, I don't believe this, b*tch works at the cleaners, bringin' me home diseases, swingin' from Obie's penis/
she's so deceivin', sh*t this hoe's a genius,she g'd us...


I'm Busy
f*ck these b*tches
f*ck'em all, Get Money
Shady Records, Obie Trice
Eminem, muthaf*cka
New millenium sh*t... Yeah
Turn this sh*t off
Turn this sh*t the f*ck offback to top
Without Me
[Intro - Obie Trice]
"Obie Trice. Real Name, No Gimmicks"

[Intro 1 2X]
Two trailer park girls go round the outside,
Round the outside, round the outside..


[Intro 2]
Guess who's back, back again
Shady's back, tell a friend
Guess who's back, guess who's back,
Guess who's back. Guess who's back;

[Verse 1]
I created a monster, cuz nobody wants to
See Marshall no more they want Shady
I'm chopped liver
Well if you want Shady, then this is what I'll give ya
A little bit of weed mixed with some hard liquor
Some vodka that will jumpstart my heart quicker
Then a shock when I get shocked at the hospital
By the Dr. when I'm not cooperating
When I'm rocking the table while he's operating "Hey"
You waited this long to stop debating
Cuz I'm back, I'm on the rag and ovulating
I know you got a job Ms. Cheney
But your husband's heart problem is complicated
So the FCC won't let me be
Or let me be me so let me see
They tried to shut me down on MTV
But it feels so empty without me
So come on and dip, bum on your lips, "Fuck That!"
Cum on your lips and some on your tits
And get ready cuz this shits about to get heavy
I just settled all my lawsuits, "Fuck you, Debbie !!"

[Chorus 2X]
Now this looks like a job for me
So everybody just follow me
Cuz we need a little controversy
Cuz it feels so empty without me..

[Verse 2]
Little hellions kids feeling rebellious
Embarrassed, their parents still listen to Elvis
They start feeling like prisoners helpless
'Til someone comes along on a mission and yells "BITCH"
A visionary, vision is scary, could start a revolution
Pollutin' the air waves a rebel
So let me just revel and bask
In the fact that I got everyone kissing my ass
And it's a disaster such a catastrophe
For you to see so damn much of my ass you ask for me
Well I'm back (batman sound) fix your bent antennae
Tune it in and then I'm gonna enter
Into the front of your skin like a splinter
The center of attention back for the winter
I'm interesting, the best thing since wrestling
Infesting in your kids ears and nesting
Testing "Attention Please"
Feel the tension soon as someone mentions me
Here's my 10 cents my 2 cents is free
A nuisance, who sent, you sent for me..

[Chorus 2X]

[Verse 3]
A tisk-it a task-it,
I go tit for tat with anybody who's talking this and that shit
Chris Kirkpatrick, you can get your ass kicked
Worse than them little Limp Bizkit bastards
And Moby, you can get stomped by Obie
You 36 year old bald headed fag blow me
You don't know me, you're too old
Let it go its over, nobody listens to techno
Now lets go, just give me the signal
I'll be there with a whole list full of new insults
I've been dope, suspenseful with a pencil
Ever since Prince turned himself into a symbol
But sometimes man shit just seems
Everybody only wants to dis-cuss me
So this must mean I'm dis-gusting
But it's just me I'm just obscene
Though I'm not the first king of controversy
I am the worst thing since Elvis Presley
To do Black Music so selfishly
And use it to get myself wealthy
"Hey" there's a concept that works
20 million other white rappers emerge
But no matter how many fish in the sea
It will be so empty without me..

(Chorus X2)back to top
Paul Rosenberg
Em, it's Paul.
Listen, Joel just called me and he said you're in the fucking back behind his studio,
shooting your gun off in the air like it's a shooting range.
I told you not to fucking bring your gun around, like an idiot, outside of your home.
You're gonna get yourself in trouble.
Don't bring your gun outside of your house you can't carry it on you.
Leave your fuckin gun at home.back to top
Sing for the Moment
Verse 1
These ideas are nightmares for white parents,
whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings
Like whatever they say has no bearing,
it's so scary in a house that allows no swearing
to see him walking around with his headphones blaring,
alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care
He's a problem child,
and what bothers him all comes out,
when he talks about,
his fuckin' dad walkin' out
cuz he just hates him so bad that he blocks him out.
If he ever saw him again he'd probably knock him out
His thoughts are wacked,
he's mad so he's talkin' back, talkin' black,
brainwashed from rock and rap
He sags his pants, do-rags and a stocking cap,
his step-father hit him, so he socked him back
and broke his nose, his house is a broken home.
There's no control, he just let's his emotions go...

C'mon! Sing with me (Sing!)
Sing for the year (Sing It)
Sing for the laughter
sing for the tear (C'mon!)
Sing it with me
Just for today
Maybe tomorrow
The good Lord will take you away...

Verse 2
Entertainment is changin', intertwinin' with gangstas,
in the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum
unholy, only have one homie, only this gun,
lonely cuz don't anyone know me
Yet everybody just feels like they can relate,
I guess words are a mothafucka they can be great
or they can degrate, or even worse they can teach hate
It's like these kids hang on every single
statement we make, like they worship us
plus all the stores ship us platinum,
now how the fuck did this metamorphosis happen?
From standin' on corners and porches just rappin';
to havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ass
But then these critics crucify you,
journalists try to burn you, fans turn on you,
attorneys all want a turn at you
To get they hands on every dime you have,
they want you to lose your mind every time you mad
So they can try to make you out
to look like a loose cannon.
Any dispute won't hesitate to produce handguns
That's why these prosecutors wanna convict me,
strictly just to get me off of these streets quickly
But all they kids be listenin' to me religiously,
so I'm signin' CDs while police fingerprint me
They're for the judge's daughter but his grudge is against me.
If I'm such a fuckin' menace, this shit doesn't make sense B
It's all political, if my music is literal,
and I'm a criminal how the fuck can I raise a little girl?
I couldn't. I wouldn't be fit to.
You're full of shit too, Guerrera,
that was a fist that hit you!


Verse 3
They say music can alter moods and talk to you,
well can it load a gun up for you , and cock it too?
Well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude,
just tell the judge it was my fault and I'll get sued
See what these kids do is hear about us totin' pistols
and they want to get one cuz they think the shit's cool
not knowin' we really just protectin' ourselves,
we entertainers, of course the shit's affectin' our sales, you ignoramus
But music is reflection of self, we just explain it,
and then we get our checks in the mail.
It's fucked up ain't it?
How we can come from practically nothing to being able
to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted
That's why we sing for these kids,
who don't have a thing except for a dream,
and a fuckin' rap magazine
who post pin-up pictures on they walls all day long,
idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs
Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in their lives,
till they sit and they cry at night wishin' they'd die
Till they throw on a rap record and they sit, and they vibe.
We're nothin' to you but we're the fuckin' shit in they eyes
that's why we seize the moment try to freeze it and own it,
squeeze it and hold it,
cuz we consider these minutes golden
and maybe they'll admit it when we're gone.
Just let our spirits live on,
through our lyrics that you hear
in our songs and we can...

Chorus X2back to top
Dina Rea:

You high baby?

Dina Rea:


Dina Rea:
hahaha..Talk to me...

You want me to tell you somethin?

Dina Rea:
Uh huh...

I know what you wanna hear... 'Cuz I know you want me baby I think I want you too...

Dina Rea:
I think I love you baby...

I think I love you too...
I'm here to save you girl,
Come be in shady's world,
I wanna grow together,
Let's let our love unfurl.
You know you want me baby,
You know I want you too,
They call me Superman,
I'm here to rescue you,
I wanna save you girl,
come be in Shady's world...

Dina Rea:
oh boy you drive me crazy...

Bitch you make me hurl...

They call me Superman,
Leap tall hoes in a single bound,
I'm single now,
Got no ring on this finger now,
I'll never let another chick bring me down,
In a relationship, save it bitch, babysit? you make me sick,
Superman aint savin shit, girl you can jump on shady's dick,
Straight from the hip, cut to the chase,
I'll tell a mo'fuckin 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, hit 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, copin shit,
Wouldn't piss on fire to put you out,
Am I too nice? buy you ice,
Bitch if you died, wouldn't buy you life,
What you tryin to be, my new wife?
What you Mariah? fly through twice,
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 hoe...

'Cuz I can't be your superman,
Can't be your superman,
Can't be your superman,
Can't be your superman,
I can't be your superman,
Can't be your superman,
Can't be your superman,
Your superman, your superman...

Don't get me wrong,
I love these hoes,
It's no secret,
Everybody knows,
Can't we fuck?
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,
*Woman Screaming*
We'll see how much you'll be partying then,
You don't want that,
Neither do I,
I don't wanna 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?
Never loved you enough to trust you,
We just met and I just fucked you,
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 hoe...

Eminem & Dina Rae Over Chorus 2x

I know you want me baby,
I think I want you too...

Dina Rea:
I think I love you baby...

I think I love you too,
I'm here to save you girl,
Come be in shady's world,
I wanna grow together,
Lets let our love unfurl,
You know you want me baby,
You know I want you too,
They call me Superman,
I'm here to rescue you,
I wanna save you girl,
Come be in shady's world...

Dina Rea:
Oh boy you drive me crazy...

Bitch you make me hurl.

First thing you said...

Eminem As Women:
I'm not phazed,
I hang around big stars all day,
I don't see what the big deal is anyway,
You're just plain ol' Marshall to me...

Ooh yeah girl run that game...

Eminem As Women:
Haily Jade...I love that name,
Love that tattoo...what's that say?
'rot in pieces' aww that's great...

First off you don't know Marshall,
Add also, don't grow partial,
That's ammo for my arsenal,
I'll snap you off that bar stool,
There goes another lawsuit,
Leave handprints all accross you,
Good lordy-wody you must be blown 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 back hands,
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,
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 hoe...

Eminem & Dina Rae Over Chorus 2x

I know you want me baby,
I think I want you too...

Dina Rea:
I think I love you baby...

I think I love you too,
I'm here to save you girl,
Come be in Shady's world,
I wanna grow together,
Lets let our love unfurl,
You know you want me baby,
You know I want you too,
They call me Superman,
I'm here to rescue you,
I wanna save you girl,
Come be in shady's world...

Dina Rea:
Oh boy you drive me crazy...

Bitch you make me hurl.

Chorus 2x B/W Dina Rea Singingback to top
Hailie's Song
[Intro - Spoken]
Yo, I can't sing it
I feel like singin
I wanna fuckin'sing
Cuz I'm happy
Yeah, I'm happy
Ha Ha
I got my baby back
Yo, check it out

[Verse 1 - Sung]
Some days I sit, starin'out the window
Watchin'this world pass me by
Sometimes I think theres nothin'to live for
I almost break down and cry

Somtimes I think I'm crazy
I'm crazy, oh so crazy
Why am I here, am I just wasting my time?

But then I see my baby
Suddenly I'm not crazy
It all makes sense when I look into her eyes

Somtimes it feels like the world's on my shoulders
Everyone's leanin'on me
Cuz sometimes it feels like the world's almost over
But then she comes back to me

[Verse 2 - Sung]
My baby girl [Hailie laughs] keeps gettin'older
I watch her grow up with pride
People make jokes, cuz they don't understand me
They just dont see my real side

I act like shit don't phase me,
Inside it drives me crazy
My insecurities could eat me alive

But then I see my baby
Suddenly I'm not crazy
It all makes sense when I look into her eyes


[Verse 3 - Rapped]
Man, if I could sing, I'd keep singing this song to my daughter
If I could hit the notes, I'd blow something as long as my father
To show her how I feel about her, how proud I am that I got her
God, I'm a daddy, I'm so glad that her mum didn't want her

Now you probly get this picture from my public persona
That I'm a pistol-packing drug-addict who bags on his momma,
But I wanna just take this time out to be perfectly honest
Cuz there's a lot of shit I keep bottled that hurts deep inside o' my soul,
And just know that I grow colder the older I grow
This boulder on my shoulder gets heavy and harder to hold
And this load is like the weight of the world
And I think my neck is breaking should I just give up,
Or try to live up to these expectations?
Now look, I love my daughter more than life in itself,
But I got a wife that's determined to make my life livin'hell
But I handle it well, given the circumstances I'm dealt
So many chances, man, it's too bad, coulda had someone else
But the years that I've wasted are nothing to the tears that I've tasted
So here's what im facin:
3 felonies, 6 years of probation
I've went to jail for this woman, I've been to bat for this woman
I've taken bats to peoples backs, bent over backwards for this woman
Man, I shoulda seen it comin, why'd I stick my penis up in?
Woulda ripped the pre-nup up if I'd seen what she was fuckin
But fuck it, it's over, there's no more reason to cry no more
I got my baby, baby the only lady that I adore, Hailie
So sayonara, try tomorra, nice to know ya
My baby's travelled back to the arms of her rightful owner
And suddenly it seems that my shoulder blades have just shifted
It's like the greatest gift you can get
The weight has been lifted

Now it don't feel like the world's on my shoulders
Everyone's leanin'on me
Cuz my baby know's that her daddy's a soldier
Nothin' can take her from me

[Outro - Spoken]
I told you I can't sing.
Oh well, I tried
Hailie, 'member when I said
If you ever need anything, daddy will be right there?
Well guess what?
Daddy's here.
And I ain't goin'nowhere baby
I love you! (kiss)back to top
Steve Berman (Skit)
[Eminem] This muthafucka man...
[Berman] It's ridiculous! I can't believe it!! Hold on... Em...
[Eminem] What up?
[Berman] Have a seatÖDre, I'll call you back
[Eminem] What now???
[Berman] I don't even know where to start
[Eminem] Okay...
[Berman] I got the album from upstairs...
[Eminem] And...
[Berman] And this is BY FAR, THE MOST,...
[Berman, gasping] Incredible thing... I've ever... heard...back to top
When the Music Stops
Music, reality, sometimes it's hard to tell the difference
But we as entertainers have a responsibility to these kids

If I were to die murdered in cold blood tomorrow
Would you feel sorrow or show love
Or would it matter
Can never be the lead-off batter of things
Shit for me to feed off
I'm see-saw battlin
But theres way too much at stake for me to be fake
There's too much on my plate
And I came way too far in this game to turn and walk away
And not say what I got to say
What the fuck you take me for? a joke? you smokin crack?
Before I do that, I beg Mariah to take me back
I get up 'for i get down, run myself in the ground, 'for I put some wack shit out
I'm tryin-a smack this one out the park, five-thousand mark
Ya'll steady tryin to drown the shark
Ain't gonna do nothin but piss me off
Lid to the can of whoop ass, just twist me off
See me leap out, pull the piece out, fuck shootin i'm just trying to knock his teeth out
Fuck with me now, bitch, let's see you freestyle
Talk is cheap, motherfucker if you're really feeling froggish, leap
Yo slim, you gonna let him get away with that?
He tried to play you, you can't let him skate with that
Man I hate this crap, this ain't rap,
This is crazy the way we act
When we confuse hip-hop with real life when the music stops

There ain't no getting rid of McVeigh
If so you woulda tried
The only way I'm leavin this bitch is suicide
I have died clinically, arrived back at my enemy's crib with hennesy,
Got drunk then I finished he
I'm every nigga's favorite arch-enemy.
Physically fitted to be the most dangerous nigga with beef
I spark willingly with a dillinger in the dark dilligently
I'm not what you think
I appear to be fucked up
Mentally endangered
I can't stay away from a razor
I just want my face in a paper
I wish a nigger had a grenade to squeeze tight to awake neighbors for acres
I murder you
Danger had me turned into a mad man, son of sam, bitch, I'm surgical
I'l allergic to dyin, you think not? you got balls? We can see how large
When the music stops

Kon Artist:
I was happy having a deal at first,
Thought money would make me happy but
It only made my pain worst,
It hurts when u see ur friends turn their back on u dawg
When u ain't got nothing left but ur word and ur balls
N ur stress full of cause
Of ur new friends they beggin with their hands out
Checking for ur record when its selling
When it aint, that's the end, no laughs
No friends no girl
Just the gin u drink till u car spin u then
U slam into the wall and u fall
Out the car, trying to crawl with one arm
About to lose it all in a pool of alcohol
If my funeral's tomorrow, wonder if they would even call when the music stops

Let's see how many of your men loyal,
When i pull up looking for you,
With a pistol sipping on a can of pennzoil
I'm revved up, who said what would lead bust ur head would just explode
With red stuff i'm hand cuffed tossed in the paddy wagon
Braggin about how u shot it like a coward, bullets devour you showered you
Niggars, if i was u niggas, i'll run while given the chance
Understand i can enchance the spirit of man
Death itself, it can't hurt me, just the thought of dying alone that really
Hurts me, u ain't worthy to speak thoughts of cheap talk
Be smart and stop trying to walk how g's walk before we spark
Hug the floor while we plan to the war with ur life, fuck the tour and the mic
I'll rather fuck a whore with a knife, deliver that shit the coroner's like
You high hype poppin' shit in broad day light nigga ur a gonna at night

When The Music Stops

Instigators, ????? pits in cages
Let loose and bit the neighbours
wrist to razors
Ya'll don't want war, you want talk
In the dark my dogs all bark like woof
Proof nigga I'm a wolf, get your whole roof
Caved in like reindeer hoofs
Stomped the roof shake the floor tiles loose
The more ya'll breach, the more I moves
This hell street, this is hardcore blues
Put a gun to rap checking all our jewels (nigga)
Or make the news betcha all ya'll move
When the uzi pop, you better drop when the music stop

Music's changed my life in so many ways
Brains confused and fucked since the 5th grade
LL told me to rock the bells
NWA said fuck the police
Now i'm in jail
93 was strictly RNB
Fucked up hair cut
Listen to Jodeci
Michael Jackson, who go tell me i'm Mike
Ass cheeks painted white
Fucking Presilla at night
Flying down sunset smoking crack
Transvestite in the front
Eddi Murphy in the back
MOP had me grindy and griddy
Marilyn Manson, i dyed my hair blue
And grew some titties
Ludacris told me to throw them bowls
Now i'm in the hospital
Broken nose and a fractured elbow
Voices in my head, i'm going in shock,
I'm reaching for the glock but the music stopsback to top
Say What You Say
Dr. Dre
Huh, so I'm out the game huh?

Yo Dre, we ridin?

Dr. Dre

Well I'm witchu homie

Dr. Dre
Ok, Let's handle this small shit

I was born to brew up storms 'n stir up shit
Kick up dust, cuss til I slur up spit
Grew up too quickly been through too much shit
Corrupt and now they pour it on like syrup, bitch
Thick in gritz, sick and twisted Mr. Buttersworth
Dre tole me to milk this shit for what it's worth
Till the cow just tilts and tips 'n stumbles to earth
And if I fumble the verse, keep going
First take, I make mistakes, just keep it
No punches, pull no punches, that's weak shit
Fake shit if I ever take shit, I eat shit
Was it for him? Wouldn't be shit

Dr. Dre
Creep wit me, as we take a little trip down Memory Lane
Been in longer than anyone in the game
And I ain't got to lie about my age

But what about Jermaine?

Dr. Dre
Fuck Jermaine, he don't belong speakin mine or Timbaland's name
And don't think I don't read your little interviews and see what your sayin
I'ma giant, and I ain't gotta move till I'm revoked
When I see you, I'ma step on you and not even know it
Ya midget, Mini-Me, with a buncha little Mini-You's
Runnin around your backyard swimming pools
Over 80 million records sold
And I ain't had to do it with 10 or 11 year olds

Cuz what you say is what you say
Say what you say how you say it whenever you sayin it
Just remember how you said it when you was sprayin it
So who you playin with huh huh huh huh?

Cuz what you say is what you say
Say what you say how you say it whenever you sayin it
Just remember how you said it when you was sprayin it
So who you playin with huh huh huh huh?

Second verse, it gets worst
It gets no better than this
Amatuers drink veteran piss
From a Dixie cup, if you ever mix me up
Or confuse me with a Canibus or Dre with a Dupri
Will rub it in, every club your in, we'll have you
Blackballed and make sure you never rap a fucken again
Dre ain't havin it as long as Im here, play Devil's Advocate

Dr. Dre
If there was some magic shit I could wave
Over the indusrty that could save it when I'm gone
And bury to make sure the tradition carries on
I would

If I could only use this power for good
I wouldn't, not even if I could

Dr. Dre
From the hood and I'm a hornet
And I'ma only sting when I'm cornered

And I'ma only sucker punch or swing without warnin
And swing to knock somebody's fuckin head off
Cuz I know, when they get up, I won't get a chance to let off
Another punch, I'm punk-rock, no one's punk
Don't give a fuck, white pop, so much spunk
When I was little I knew I would blow up
And sell a mil or grow up to be a tiller
Go nuts and be a killer

Dr. Dre
And I'm somethin of a phenom
One puff of the chron
I'm unstoppable, I'm alive, I'm on top again
There's no obstacle that I can't conquer
So come along with us (Come On)

Cuz what you say is what you say
Say what you say how you say it whenever you sayin it
Just remember how you said it when you was sprayin it
So who you playin with huh huh huh huh?

Cuz what you say is what you say
Say what you say how you say it whenever you sayin it
Just remember how you said it when you was sprayin it
So who you playin with huh huh huh huh?

Dr. Dre
Now anybody who knows Dre
Knows I'm about fast cars and alize, partyin all day
But I handle my business cuz it's work before play
Don't look for trouble but I serve you gourmet
However you want it, you could have it your way
You fuck my night up, I'ma fuck up your day
Bullet with your name, sendin it your way
That goes for anyone who walks thru that doorway
Cuz this is my space, you invade it
Live to regret it and you die tryin to violate it
Fuck around and you'll get anahilated
Eyes diliated

Ha, like my old lady
Cuz what you say is what you say
Sometimes what you mean is 2 different things
Depending on your mood, if it swings, think too many things
Little hit of Dre's weed, I can do anything
Catch a contact, then I'm gone and I'm back
I speed write and my loose leaves my lanch pad

Dr. Dre
And I can pull any string
Don't have to prove anything
Catch a contract on your head
You headed West, talk shit about Dre?
You better get a vest, then invest in something
To protect your head and neck

And it's back and forth all day like Red and Meth
I joke when I say I'm the best in the booth
But a lot of truth is said injest
And if I ever do live to be a legend
I'ma die a sudden death, 5 mics in The Source
Ain't holdin' my fuckin breath
But I suffocate for the respect
Fore I breath the collect the fuckin check

Cuz what you say is what you say
Say what you say how you say it whenever you sayin it
Just remember how you said it when you was sprayin it
So who you playin with huh huh huh huh?

Cuz what you say is what you say
Say what you say how you say it whenever you sayin it
Just remember how you said it when you was sprayin it
So who you playin with huh huh huh huh?

Dr. Dre
Watch your fuckin' mouth

Yo this Timbaland, tell him I said suck (*tchka*) my dickback to top
'Till I Collapse
Cause sometimes you just feel tired.
You feel weak and when you feel weak you feel like you wanna just give up.
But you gotta search within you, you gotta find that inner strength
and just pull that shit out of you and get that motivation to not give up
and not be a quitter, no matter how bad you wanna just fall flat on your face and collapse.

B/W Intro:
Go left, go left, go left right left
Go left, go left, go left right left
Go left, go left, go left right left
Go left, go left, go left right left

Verse #1:
Till I collapse Iím spilling these raps long as you feel em
Till the day that I drop youíll never say that Iím not killing them
Cause when I am not then I am stop pinning them
And I am not hip-hop and Iím just not Eminem.
Subliminal thoughts when Iím stop sending them women are caught in webs spin and hauk venom
Adrenaline shots of penicillin could not get the illing to stop. Amoxacilin is just not real enough.
The criminal cop killing hip-hop filling minimal swap to cop millions of Pac listeners.
Your coming with me, feel it or not youíre gonna fear it like I showed you the spirit of god lives in us.
You hear it a lot, lyrics the shock is it a miracle or am I just a product of pop fizzing up.
For shizzle my whizzle this is the plot listen up you pizzles forgot slizzle does not give a fuck.

Chorus - NateDogg
Till the roof comes off, till the lights go out
Till my legs give out, canít shut my mouth.
Till the smoke clears out and my high wear out
Iíma rip this shit till my bone collapse.
Till the roof comes off, till the lights go out
Till my legs give out, canít shut my mouth.
Till the smoke clears out and my high wear out
Iíma rip this shit till my bone collapse.

Verse #2:
Music is like magic thereís a certain feeling you get when your real
and you spit and people are feeling your shit.
This is your moment and every single minute you spend trying to hold onto it
cause you may never get it again.
So while youíre in it try to get as much shit as you can
and when your run is over just admit when its at its end.
Cause Iím at the end of my wits with half this shit that gets in.
I got a list hereís the order of my list that itís in.
It goes, Reggie, Jay-Z, Tupac and Biggie, Andre from Outcast, Jada, Kurupt,
Nas and then me. But in this industry Iím the cause of a lot of envy,
so when Iím not put on this list the shit does not offend me.
Thatís why you see me walk around like nothingís bothering me.
Even though half you people got a fucken problem with me.
You hate it but you know respect youíve got to give me
The press's wet dream like Bobby and Whitney. Nate hit me.

Chorus - NateDogg

Verse #3:
Soon as a verse starts I eat it at MCís heart
what is he thinking? I'ma not to go against me, smart.
And its absurd how people hang on every word.
Iíll probably never get the props I feel I ever deserve
But Iíll never be served my spot is forever reserved
If I ever leave earth that would be the death of me first.
Cause in my heart of hearts I know nothing could ever be worse.
Thatís why Iím clever when I put together every verse
My thoughts are sporadic, I act like Iím an addict
I rap like Iím addicted to smack like Iím Kim Mathers.
But I donít want to go forth and back in constant battles
The fact is I would rather sit back and bump some rappers.
So this is like a full blown attack Iím launching at them
The track is on some battling raps who want some static
Cause I donít really think that the fact that Iím Slim matters
A plaque of platinum status is whack if Iím not the baddest.

Chorus - NateDogg

Eminem & Natedogg Echo:
Until the roof
The roof comes off
Until my legs
give out form underneath me

I will not fall,
I will stand tall,
Feels like no one could beat me.back to top
My Dad's Gone Crazy
Hailie: Daddy what are you doing?

Eminem and Hailie: Okay then! Everybody listen up!

Eminem: I'm goin' to hell! Who's comin' with me???!?

Hailie: Somebody please help him! I think my dad's gone crazy...

Verse 1
There's no mountain I can't climb,
there's no tower too high,
no plane that I can't learn how to fly/
what do I gotta do to get through to you,
to show you there ain't nothin' I can't take this chainsaw to?/
Fuckin' brains, brawn and brass balls, I cut'em off,
and got'em pickled and bronzed in a glass jar inside of a hall/
with my framed autographed sunglasses with Elton John's name on my GLAAD wall,
I'm out the closet, I've been lyin' my ass off/
All this time me and Dre been fuckin' with hats off (Suck it, Marshall).
So tell Laura and her husband to back off/
before I push this muthafuckin' button and blast off and launch one at these Russians and that's all/
blow every fuckin' thing except Afghanistan on the map off.
When will it stop? When will I knock the crap off?/
Hailie, tell 'em baby,( My Dad's Lost It!!)

There's really nothin' else to say,
I... I can't explain it/
I think my dad's gone crazy /
A little help from Hailie Jade,
won't you tell 'em baby/
I think my dad's gone crazy /
There's nothin' you could do or say that could ever change me/
I think my dad's gone crazy/
There's no one on earth that can save me,
not even Hailie/
I think my dad's gone crazy

Verse 2
It's like my mother always told me,
rana rana rana rana rana rana rana rana rana rana and codeine and/
goddammit you little muthafucker if you ain't got nuthin' nice to say then don't say nuthin'/
Ö..uh, fuck that shit bitch eat a muthafuckin' dick,
chew on a prick and lick/a million muthafuckin' cocks per second,
I'd rather put out a muthafuckin' gospel record/
I'd rather be a pussy whipped bitch,
eat pussy, and have pussy lips glued to my face with a clit ring in my nose then quit bringin' my flows/
quit givin' me my ammo. Can't you see why I'm so mean?
If y'all leave me alone this wouldn't be my M.O./
I wouldn't have to go, eenee, meenee, meini, mo,
catch a homo by his toe,
man I don't know no more/
am I the only fuckin' one who's normal any more?/


Verse 3
My songs can make you cry,
take you by surprise at the same time,
can make you dry your eyes with the same rhyme/
see what you're seein' is a genius at work,
which to me isn't work,
so it's easy to misinterpret it at first/
cus when I speak, it's tongue-in-cheek, I'd yank my fuckin' teeth before I'd ever bite my tongue/
I'd slice my gums, get struck by fuckin' lightning twice at once and die and come back as Vanilla Ice's son/
and walk around the rest of my life spit on, and kicked and hit with shit everytime I sung/
like R. Kelly as soon as "Bump and Grind" comes on. More pain inside of my brain than the eyes of a little girl/
inside of a plane aimed at the World Trade, standin' on Ronnie's grave, screamin' at the sky, till clouds gather,
it's Clyde Mathers and Bonnie Jade/
and that's pretty much the gist of it,
the parents are pissed but the kids love it.
9 millimeter heater stashed in 2 seaters with meat cleavers/
I don't blame you, I wouldn't let Hailie listen to me neither...


Ha Ha Ha
You're Funny Daddy!back to top
Curtains Close
Is this thing on?
Where'd everybody go?
Guess who's back?
Back againÖ.
Ken is back, tell someÖmen
Rub my back, Rub my back, Rub my back, Rub my backÖ.
EhÖ..Goodnightback to top
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