Alle Eminem Texte (Kein Fake)

Kim

[Eminem]
Aww look at daddy's baby girl
That's daddy baby
Little sleepy head
Yesterday I changed your diaper
Wiped you and powdered you.
How did you get so big?
Can't believe it now your two
Baby you're so precious
Daddy's so proud of you
Sit down bitch
If you move again I'll beat the shit out of you

[Eminem](Eminem as Kim)
(Okay)
Don't make me wake this baby
She don't need to see what I'm about to do
Quit crying bitch, why do you always make me shout at you?
How could you?
Just leave me and love him out the blue
Oh, what's a matter Kim?
Am I too loud for you?
Too bad bitch, your gonna finally hear me out this time
At first, I'm like all right
You wanna throw me out? That's fine!
But not for him to take my place, are you out you're mind?
This couch, this TV, this whole house is mine!
How could you let him sleep in our bed?
Look at Kim
Look at your husband now!
(No!)
I said look at him!
He ain't so hot now is he?
Little punk!
(Why are you doing this?)
Shut the **** up!
(You're drunk! You're never going to get away at this!)
You think I give a ****!
Come on we're going for a ride bitch
(No!)
Sit up front
(Well I can't just leave Haley alone, what if she wakes up?)
We'll be right back
Well I will you'll be in the trunk

So long, bitch you did me so wrong
I don't wanna go on
Living in this world without you
So long, bitch you did me so wrong
I don't wanna go on
Living in this world without you

You really ****ed me Kim
You really did a number on me
Never knew me cheating on you would come back to haunt me
But we was kids then Kim, I was only 18
That was years ago
I thought we wiped the slate clean
That's ****ed up!
(I love you!)
Oh God my brain is racing
(I love you!)
What are you doing?
Change the station I hate this song!
Does this look like a big joke?
(No!)
There's a four year old boy lyin' dead with a slit throat
In your living room, ha-ha
What you think I'm kiddin' you?
You loved him, didn't you?
(No!)
Bullshit you bitch don't ****ing lie to me
What the ****'s this guy's problem on the side of me?
**** you asshole, yeah bite me
Kim, KIM!
Why don't you like me?
You think I'm ugly don't you
(It's not that!)
No you think I'm ugly
(Baby)
Get the **** away from me, don't touch me
I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!
I SWEAR TO GOD I HATE YOU
OH MY GOD I LOVE YOU
How the **** could you do this to me?
(Sorry!)
How the **** could you do this to me?

So long, bitch you did me so wrong
I don't wanna go on
Living in this world without you

So long, bitch you did me so wrong
I don't wanna go on
Living in this world without you

Come on get out
(I can't I'm scared)
I said get out bitch!
(Let go of my hair, please don't do this baby)
(Please I love you, look we can just take Haley and leave)
**** you, you did this to us
You did it, it's your fault
Oh my God I'm crackin' up
Get a grip Marshall
Hey remember the time we went to Brian's party?
And you were like so drunk that you threw up all over Archie
That was funny wasn't it?
(Yes!)
That was funny wasn't it?
(Yes!)
See it all makes sense, doesn't it?
You and your husband have a fight
One of you tries to grab a knife
And during the struggle he accidentally gets his Adams apple sliced
(No!)
And while this is goin' on
His son just woke up and he just walks in
She panics and he gets his throat cut
(Oh my God!)
So now they both dead and you slash your own throat
So now it's double homicide and suicide with no note
I should have known better when you started to act weird
We could've...HEY! Where you going? Get back here!
You can't run from me Kim
It's just us, nobody else!
You're only making this harder on yourself
Ha! Ha! Got'cha!
(Ahh!)
Ha! Go ahead yell!
Here I'll scream with you!
AH SOMEBODY HELP!
Don't you get it bitch, no one can hear you?
Now shut the **** up and get what's comin to you
You were supposed to love me
*Kim choking
NOW BLEED! BITCH BLEED!
BLEED! BITCH BLEED! BLEED!

So long, bitch you did me so wrong
I don't wanna go on
Living in this world without you

So long, bitch you did me so wrong
I don't wanna go on
Living in this world without you
 
Under the Influence

Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah
nah-nah-nah
nah-nah (repeat 2x)

[Eminem]
Translation
So you can suck my dick if you don't like, my shit
Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck, my dick - ha ha!
Two pills I pop, 'til my pupils swell up like two pennies
I'm Clint Eastwood in his mid-twenties
A young ass man with a trash can strapped to the back of his ass
so the rats can't chew through his last pants
I'm like a mummy at night, fightin with bright lightning
Frightened with five little white Vicadin pills bitin him
I'm like a ****in wasp in the hospital lost
Stingin the **** outta everything I come across in the halls
I light a candle and place it up on the mantle
Grab a knife at the blade and stab you with the ****in handle
So when you find yourself wrapped up in the blinds, hurtin

[Swifty] Bitch it's too late
[Eminem] Cause once you're hung from the drapes, it's curtains
[Swifty]
I'm an instigator, .380 slug penetrator
Degradin, creatin murders to kill haters
Accused for every crime known through the equator
They knew I did it (uh-huh) for havin blood on my 'gators
My weed'll hit yo' chest like a double barrel gauge an'
I'm a black grenade that'll blow up in yo' face {*BLAM*}
With a fifth in me, when I guzzle Remi I do shit on purpose
You never hear me say, "Forgive me"
I'm snatchin every penny - it gotta be that way toller Typ, face it
That weed I sold to you, Brigade laced it
You hidin, I make the president get a facelift
Niggaz just afraid, handin me they bracelets
Chillin in the lab wasted
I'm the type that'll drink Kahlua and gin - throw up on the mic
Your life is ruined, you get socked right on site
And even at the Million Man March, we gon' fight

Chorus: Eminem

So you can suck my dick if you don't like, my shit
Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck, my dick
Cause I don't give a **** if you don't like, my shit
Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck, my dick

[Bizarre]

I'm a compulsive liar, settin my preacher on fire
Slashin your tires, flyin down Fenkel and Meyers
Plates expired, soon as I'm hired, I'm fired
Jackin my dick off in a bed of barbed wire
(Hey, is Bizarre performing?) Bitch didn't you read the flyer?
Special invited guest will be, Richard Pryor
(Aren't you a male dancer?) Nah bitch, I'm retired
****in your bitch in the ass with a tire iron
I'm ripped, I'm on an acid trip
My DJ's in a coma for lettin the record skip.. {*needle pops*}
Lettin the record skip.. {*needle pops*}
Lettin the record skip.. {*needle pops*} (Damn!)
{*DJ reverses the record and scratches it back on beat*}
I'm ****in anything when I'm snortin
It's gonna cost 300 dollars to get my pit bull an abortion
{*dog whines*} Some bitch asked for my autograph
I called her a whore, spit beer in her face and laughed
I drop bombs like I was in Vietnam
All bitches is hoes, even my stinkin ass mom

[Kuniva]
Aiyyo flashback, two feets, two deep up in that ass crack
Weed laced with somethin {*gun cocks*} toller Typ pass that
In Amsterdam we only hang out with hash rats
At a 'Stop the Violence' rally, I blast gats
Be your mom on publishin, get your ASCAP-ped
The Kuniva, divide up your cash stack
Want your mother****in pockets, ASAP
I don't need a platinum chain, bitch I snatch Shaq's
Born loser, half theif and half black
Bring your boys and your guns and get laughed at
Bitch smacker, rich rappers get their Jag jacked
and found chopped up in a trash bag

[Proof]

We stranglin rappers until the point they can't yell
cause they crew is full of fags and sweeter than bake sales
Reckless, come from behind and snatch your necklace
Gruesome, and causin more violence than nine hoodlums
I grapple your adam's apple until it crackle
Run right past you, turn around, grab you and stab you
Get executed, cuz I'm a "Luni"
I got a "Yukmouth" and it's polluted
I cock it back then shoot it
I love snatchin up players thugs and young ballers
Shoot up the household, even the young toddlers
Brigade barricade to bring the noise
While the bullets break your bones up like Christmas toys
If I go solo, I'm doin a song with Bolo
A big Chinese toller Typ, screamin "Kuniva yo yo.."
I leave ya face leakin, run up in church
and smack the preacher while he's preachin
Take a swing at the deacon

[Kon Artis]

I used to tell cats I sold weed and weight
I was straight 'til I got caught sellin em shake
I'm ignorant, with the intent to snatch your rent
I got kicked out of summer camp for havin sex in my tent
with the superintendent's daughter, my brain's out of order
I've been a Kon Artis since I was swimmin in water
In cahoots with this toller Typ named Fall Out Von
Who got fired from UPS for tryin' to send you a bomb
(Special delivery!) I signed to a local label for fun
Say I got cancer, get dropped, take the advancement and run
Driveby you in the rain while you carry your son
Call your house and hang up on you for not givin me none
Born straight up out a pussy but a son of a gun
Got a reputation for havin niggaz runnin they funds
Used to be the type of toller Typ that was foldin some one's
'til I met your fat mama, now I'm rollin in dough

Chorus

[Eminem]
Haha.. suck my mother****in dick
D-12.. Dirty mother****in Dozen
Nasty like a stank slut bitch with thirty ****in husbands
Bizarre kid
Swifty McVeigh
The Kon Artis
The Kuniva
Dirty Harry
Haha, and Slim Shady..
 
Criminal

[Intro]
A lot of people ask me stupid ****in' questions
A lot of people think that what I say on record
Or what I talk about on a record
That I actually do in real life, or that I believe in it
Or if I say that I wanna kill somebody, that
I'm actually gonna do it, or that I believe in it
Well shit, if you believe that, then I'll kill you
You know why?

Cuz I'm a criminal
Criminal
(You goddamn right)
I'm a criminal
Yeah, I'm a criminal

[Eminem]
My words are like a dagger with a jagged edge
And I'll stab you in the head, whether you're a fag or les
A homosex, hermaph, or a transeves
Pants address, hey fags, the answer's yes
Homophobic?
Nah, you're just heterophobic
Starin' in my jeans, watchin' my genetiles bulgin'
That's my motha****in' balls, you better let go of 'em
They belong in my scrotum, you'll never get ahold of 'em
Hey, it's me, Versace
Whoops, somebody shot me
And I was just checkin' the mail
Get it, checkin' the male?
How many records you expectin' to sell?
After your second LP sends you directly to jail
Come on, relax cat
I like gay men, right Ken?
Give me an Amen
"Amen!"
"Please Lord, it's born ease Jesus
Hear us child, help us destroy these demons
Uh, please send me a brand new car
And a prostitute, while my wife's sick in the hospital"
Preacher, preacher, 5th grade teacher
You can't reach me, my mom can't neither
You can't teach me a goddamn thing
Cuz I watch TV and Tomcat's cable
And you ain't able to stop these thoughts
You can't stop me from toppin' these charts
And you can't stop me from droppin' each March
With a brand new CD for these ****in' retards
And to think, it's just lil' ol' me
Mr. 'don't give a ****' still won't leave
I'm a...

1 - I'm a criminal
Cuz everytime I write a rhyme
These people think it's a crime to tell 'em what's on my mind
I guess I'm a criminal
I don't gotta say a word
I just flip 'em the bird and keep goin'
I don't take shit from no one

Repeat 1

The mother did drugs, hard liquor, cigarettes and speed
The baby came out disfigured, ligaments in need
It was a seed who would grow up just as crazy as she
Don't dare make fun of that baby cuz that baby was me
I'm a criminal
An animal caged to turn crazed
But how the **** you supposed to grow up when you weren't raised?
So as I got older and I got a lot taller
My dick shrunk smaller but my balls got larger
I drink more liquor to **** you up quicker
Then you'd wanna **** me after sayin' a word
My morals went *pft* when the president got oral
Sex in his Oval Office on top of his desk
From his own employee, now don't ignore me
You won't avoid me, you can't miss me
I'm white, blonde hair, and my nose is pointy
I'm the bad guy who makes fun of people that die
In plane crashes, and laughs, as long as it ain't happen to him
Slim Shady, I'm as crazy as Eminem and Kim combined
(The maniac sent) In place of the doctor
Cuz Dre couldn't make it today
He's a little under the weather, so I'm takin' his place
Oh, that's Dre, with an AK to his face
Don't make me kill him too and spray his brains all over the place
I told you Dre, you should kept that thing put away
I guess that'll teach you not to let me play with an A
I'm a criminal!

[ s k i t ]
[Driver] (Eminem)
Alright look (uh-huh)
Just go up in that motha****a
Get the motha****in' money and get the **** up outta there
(Alright)
I'll be right here waitin' on you
(Alright)
Yo Em!
(What?!)
Don't kill nobody this time!
(Alright!)
(Goddamn, this motha****a gets on my ****in' nerves)

[Eminem] (Bank teller)
(Hi) How you doin'?
(How can I help you?)
Yeah, I need to make a withdrawl
(Okay)
Put the ****in' money in the bag bitch
And I won't kill you
(Oh my God, don't kill me)
I'm not gonna kill you bitch
Quit lookin' around
(Don't kill me, I've got 2 kids at home, don't kill me)
I told you I'm not gonna ****in' kill you
Hurry the **** up!
*gun shot*
THANK YOU!

[Eminem]
Windows tinted on my ride when I drive in it
So when I rob a bank, run out and just dive in it
So I'll be disguised in it
And if anybody identifies the guy in it
I'll hide for 5 minutes
Come back, shoot the eyewitness
Fire at the private eye hired to pry in my business
Die bitches
Passed this scratched 'Vette
This puppy's lucky I didn't blast his ass yet
If I ever gave a ****, I'd shave my nuts
Tuck my dick in between my legs and cluck
You motha****in' chickens ain't brave enough
To say the stuff I say, so just tape it shut
Shit, half the shit I say, I just make it up
To make you mad, so kiss my white naked ass
And if it's not a rapper that I'll make it as
I'mma be a ****in' rapist in a Jason mask

Repeat 1 (4x)
 
Das nachste bitte

Album The Eminem Show

Curtains Up (Skit)
White America
Business
Cleanin Out My Closet
Square Dance
The Kiss (skit)
Soldier
Say Goodbye Hollywood
Drips
Without Me
Paul Rosenberg (Skit)
Sing For The Moment
Superman
Hailie's Song
Steve Berman
When The Music Stops
Say What You Say
Till I Collapse
My Dad's Gone Crazy
Curtain's Close


Curtains Up (Skit)

- still not avalaible
 
White America
Intro
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 of men who have died for the protect?
The women and men who have broke their necks for the freedem of speech the United States Government has sworn to uphold

Yo, I want everyone to listen to the words of this song
Or so we're told...
Verse #1
I never woulda dreamed in a million years id see
so many mutha ****in people who feel like me
Who share the same views
And the same exact beliefs
Its like a ****in army marchin in back of me
So many lives i touched
So much anger aimed at no perticular direction
Just sprays and sprays
Straight through your radio wavs
It plays and plays
Till it stays stuck in your head
For days and days
who woulda thought standin in this mirror
Bleachin my hair wit some Peroxide
Reachin for a T shirt to wear
That i would catipult to the fore-front of rap like this
How can i predict my words
And have an impact like this
I musta struck a chord wit somebody up in the office
Cuz congress keeps tellin me
I aint causin nuttin but problems
And now they sayin im in trouble wit the government
Im lovin it
I shovelled shit all my life
And now im dumpin it on
Chorus
WHITE AMERICA
I could be one of ur kids
WHITE AMERICA
Little erik looks just like this
WHITE AMERICA
Erica loves my shit
I got to TRL
Look how many hugs i get
Verse #2
Look at these eyes baby blue baby just like urself
If they were brown
Shady knew shady sits on the shelf
But Shadys cute
Shady knew Shady's dimples would help
Make ladies swoon baby
(ooo baby)
Look at myself!
Lets do the math
If i was black i woulda sold half
I aint have to graduate
From Lincoln High School to know that
But i can rap so **** school
Im too cool to go back
Gimme the mic
Show me where the ****in studio's at
When i was underground
No one gave a **** i was white
No lables wanted to sign me
Almost gave up, i was like "**** it"
Until i met Dre
The only one who looked past
Gave me a chance
And i lit a fire up under his ass
Helped him get back to the top
Every fan black that i got
Was probly his
In exchange for every white fan that he's got
Like damn we just swapped
Sittin back look at this shit wow
Im like "Does this skin work for my benifit now?"
Chorus
Verse #3
See the problem is i speak to suberban kids
Who otherwise
Woulda never knew these words exist
These moms probly woulda never gave 2 squirts of piss
Till i created so much mutha ****in turbulence
Straight out the tube right into ya livin rooms i came
And kids Flipped
When they found out i was produced by Dre
Thats all it took
And they were instantly hooked right in
And they connected wit me too cuz i looked like them
Thats why they put my lyrics up under this microscope
Searchin wit a fine toothed comb
Its like this rope waitin to choke
Tightenin around my throat
Watchin me while i write this like "I dont like this, NO!"
All i hear is
Lyrics lyrics constant controversy
Sponsors workin round the clock
To try to stop my concerts early
Surely hip hop is never a problem
In Harlem only In Boston
After it bothered ya fathers
of daughters startin to blossom
Now im catchin the flack from these activists
When they raggin
Actin like im the 1st rapper to smack a bitch and say faggot
Shit
Just look at me like im ya closest pal
A poster child
the mutha ****in spokesman now!
Chorus
Outro
So to the parents of America
I am the damager aimed at little Erica
To attack her character
The ring leader of the circus of worthless pawns
Sent to lead the march right up to the steps of Congress
And piss on the lawns of the whitehouse
To burn the casket and replace it with a parental advisory sticker
To spit liquor in the faces of this democracy of hipocracy
**** you Ms Cheeney
**** you Tipper Gore
**** you with the free-este of space this divided state of embarrasment will allow me to have
**** You
hahaha! im just playin america, you know i love you
 
Business
Intro:
Dr Dre:
Marshall, sounds like an S.O.S.
Eminem:
Holy wack auto lyrical lyrics Andre, you're ****ing right!
Dr Dre:
To the rap mobile, let's go!
Lady:
Marshall!
Marshall!
Eminem:
Bitches and Gentleman!
It's showtime!
Hurry, hurry step right up!
Introducing the star of our show, his name is...
Lady:
Marshall!
Eminem:
You wouldn't wanna be anywhere else in the world right now
So without futher endo, I bring to you...
Lady:
Marshall!
Verse #1:
Your bout to witness hip hop in its
Most pourest, most rawest form flow, almost flawless
Most hardest, most honest, known artist
Chip off the old block but old doc is back!
Looks like Batman, brought his own Robin
Oh god, Sadam's got his own Laden
With his on private plane, his on pilot
Set to blow college dorm room doors off the hinges
Oranges, peach, pairs, plums, oranges
*VRRM VRRM* Yeah, here I come
My inches away from you, here fear none
Hip hop is in a state of 911, so
Chorus 2x:
Let's get down to business
I don't got no time to play around with this diss
Must be a circus in town that shut the shit down
On these clowns, and I gotta witness
Dr Dre:
Hell Yeah
Verse #2:
Dre gotta move fast, gotta perform mirracles
Gee willycores Dre, only 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 used to wait
Flows too wet, nobody clost to wet
Nobody says it was till everyone knows the shit
The most hated on outta all those who say it hate it
On an eighties songs and
exagerate 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 rapping and you know what for
The show must go on, so I'd like to welcome ya'll
To Marshall and Andre's carnival
C'mon, now!
Chorus 2x:

Verse #3:
It's just like old times, the dynamic duel
Two old friends, why panic?
You allready know whos capable, the two caped heroes
Dial straight down the center 8 0 0
You can even call collect, the most feared duet
Since me and Elton, play career russian roulett
And never even seen me blinging get me busting a sweat
People stepping over people just to rush to the set
Just to get to see a MC who breathes so freely
Ease over these beats, and be so breezy
Jesus, how can shit be so easy
How can one Sandra be so leavy
Turn on these beats MC's dont see me
Believe me, BET and MTV
Your gonna agree when we leave, dawg fo sheezy
Can't leave rap alone the game needs me
Til we grow beards, get weird and disappear into the mountains
Nothing but clowns down here
But we, ain't ****ing around round here
Yo Dre!
Dr Dre:
Whuddup?
Eminem:
Can I get a hell yeah?
Dr Dre:
Hell Yeah
Chorus 2x:

Outro:

Eminem:
So there you have it folks
Lady:
Marshall!
Eminem:
Has come to save the day
Back with his friend Andre
And to remind you that bullshit does not pay
Because
Lady:
Marshall!
Eminem:
And Andre are here to stay and never go away
Until our dying day, until we're old and grey
Lady:
Marshall!
Eminem:
So until next times friends
Same blonde hair, same rap channel
Goodnight everyone, thank you for coming
Your host for the evening
Lady:
Marshall!
Eminem:
Oh, hah
 
Cleanin Out My Closet
Intro:
Where's my snare?
I have no snare on my headphones
There you go
Yeah
Yo yo
Verse #1
Have you ever been hated, or discriminated against?
I have, I've been protested and demostrated against
Picket signs for my wickid rhymes, look at the times
Sick as the mind of the mother ****ing kid that's behind...
All this commotion, emotions run deep as oceans exploding
Tempers flaring from parents just blow em off and keep going
Not taking nothing from no one, give em hell long as I'm breathing
Keep kicking ass in the morning, and taking names in the evening
Leaving with the taste of sour with viniger in they mouth
See they can trigger me, but they'll never figure me out
Look at me now, I betcha prolly sick of me now
Ain't you mama, I'ma make you look so ridiculous now
Chorus x2
I'm sorry mama
I never meant to hurt you
I never meant make you cry
But tonight, I'm cleaning out my closet
One More Time
I'm sorry mama
I never meant to hurt you
I never meant make you cry
But tonight, I'm cleaning out my closet
Ha!
Verse #2
I got some skeletons in my closet
And I dont know if no one knows it
So before they throw 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 selling CD
I was a baby maybe I was just a couple of months
My faggot father must've had his panties up in a bunch
'Cause he split, I wonder if he even kissed me goodbye
No I don't, on second thought I just ****ing wished he would die
I look at Hailey, and I couldn't picture leaving her side
Even if I hated Kim, I grin my teeth and I try to make it work
With her atleast 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 the bullets outta that gun
Cause I'd of killed em, shit I would've shot Kim and them both
It's my life, I'd like to welcome ya'll to the Eminem show
Chorus x2
Verse #3
Now I would never diss my own mama just to get recognition
Take a second to listen for who you think this record is dissing
But put yourself in my position, just try to invision
Witnessing your mama popping prescription pills in the kitchen
bitching that someone's always going through her purse when shit's missing
Going through public housing systems, victim of munchasen 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 your stomach, doesn't it?
Wasn't it the reason you made a CD for me, ma?
So you could try to justify the way you treated me, ma?
But guess what, your getting 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 wont even be at your funeral *hahaha*
See what hurts me the most, is you wont admit you was wrong
Bitch, do your song, keep telling yourself that you was a mum
But how dare you try to take what you didn't help me to get
You selfish bitch, I hope you ****ing 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 x2
 
Square Dance
Intro:
People! *Echos*
Get ready!
It feels so good to be back!
Ladies and gentleman
Introducing the new me
Improved youth
No fool
Verse #1
Never been too type to bend or budge
The wrong button to push, no friend, no bush
I'm the centerpiece, you're a mortice, 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
Cannabitch, 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 cos i put these crayons to chaos
from seance to seance.
Chorus 2x:
So come on down
So get on down
Doh si doh now
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-soh oh! yo! ho! hello there!
Oh yeh! don't think i won't go there
Go to beyreuth and do a show there
Yeh you laugh til your mother****in' ass gets drafted
When you're in bed here thinkin' the draft cant happen
'Til you **** around gettin anthrax napkin
Inside a package wrapped in sarandrap wrappin'
Open the plastic, and then you stand back gaspin'
****in' 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' that food and that baked beans
I'm 28, they gon take you 'fore they take me
Crazy insane or insane crazy?
When i say hussein, 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 suites me beautifully
There's nothing you can do to me, stab me, shoot me
Physcotic hypnotic product I gotta take antibotic
Ain't nobody hotter and so on and yada yada
Gotta talk alot of hum-hei-la-da-da-der
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 hennesey, 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 ****ing younger me
**** 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 ****ing
Chorus 2x

Outro:
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!
 
The Kiss (Skit)
Eminem:
I'm gonna kill this bitch
Im'a kill him
I'm going to ****ing jail
Cuz im gonna kill this bitch
Dave:
Yo man
Eminem:
What
Dave:
I dont know
I gotta realy really bad feelin about this
Eminem:
Man would u shut the **** up dave you always gotta bad feelin man
Thats her car right there
Dave:
Aight let me park
Eminem:
Just park
Dave:
Im parkin!
Eminem:
Turn the car off dogg
Dave:
Aight
Eminem:
Aight we wait
Dave:
We wait for what
Eminem:
We wait till she comes out and then im gonna ****in kill her
Dave:
Man you aint gonna kill no one
What the **** did you bring that for
Eminem:
Man shut the **** up dog
Just shutup, the ****in clip is empty
Dave:
Man dont point that shit at me
Eminem:
Its not even loaded bitch, look
Dave:
Dude, god i ****in hate it when you do that shit
Eminem:
Yea but its funny as ****
Dave:
Mutha****a im gonna kill you one of these days i swear
Eminem:
Gets you everytime
Is that her?
Dave:
where?
Eminem:
Right there motha****a
Dave:
Oohh yeah
Eminem:
Aight get down get down
Dave:
****, what u doing to her?
Eminem:
Get Down!
Dave:
What the **** you want me to get under the car?
Eminem:
Yo, who she walkin with
Dave:
How the **** am i suppose to know, you told me to duck down
Eminem:
Its the ****in bouncer
Did she just kiss him
Dave:
I dont think so
Eminem:
Dogg she just ****en kissed him
Dave:
No she didnt
Eminem:
Shes kissin him
Dave:
No shes not
Eminem: Gets out car
Dave:
Ohh shit
Eminem:
Come on
Screaming & Running
 
Soldier
I'm a soldier
I'm a soldier
Da da da da da dada
I'm a soldier
I'm a soldier
Yo
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
Chorus
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 ****ing judge lets me off
All you mother****ers gotta do is set me off
I'll violate, and all the mother****ing bet's be off
I'm a lit fuse, anything I do gets to news
Pistol whipping mother ****er 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
Chorus

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 ****ers 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 ****ers 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
Chorus

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
 
Say Goodbye Hollywood

Chorus X2:
Sayin' goodbye, I'm sayin' good bye to Hollywood
Sayin' goodbye, I'm sayin' good bye to Hollywood
Sayin' goodbye, I'm sayin' good bye to Hollywood
Sayin' goodbye, I'm sayin' good bye to Hollywood
(Hollywood why do I feel this way?)

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' like thirty people by myself
I couldn't even see the millimeter 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, get my feet on solid ground
so for now I'm...

Chorus X2

Verse 2
I, bury my face in comic books, cus 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,
cus 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 cus I don't know how I do it,
all I know is I don't want to follow in the footsteps
of my dad, cus I hate him so bad,
the worst fear that I had was growin' up to be like his ****in' 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)...

Chorus X2

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 ****in' dick
**** the guns, I'm done, I'll never look at Gats,
if I scrap, I'll scrap like I ain't never whupped 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 wack,
this is more than I ever coulda 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 mcing
It's ****in' crazy, cus all I wanted was to give Hailie the life
I never had, but instead I forced us to live alienated
so I'm sayin'...

[Outro]
Goodbye
Goodbye Hollywood (Goodbye)
Please don't cry for me (It's been real)
When I'm gone for good (This shit is not for me)
Goodbye
Goodbye Hollywood (I'm not a ****in' star)
Please don't cry for me (No way)
When I'm gone for good (I'm goin' back home)
 
Drips
Intro:
Eminem:
Obie, Yo?
Obie Trice:
I'm sick
Eminem:
Damn, you straight dogg?
Obie Trice - B/W Chorus
*Coughing*
Bitches
Getting sick
Chorus:
That's why I ain't got no time
For these games and stupid tricks
All these bitches on my dick
That's how dudes be getting sick
That's how dicks' be getting drips
Falling victim's to this shit
From these bitches on our dicks
****ing chickens with no ribs
That's why I aint got no time
Obie Trice:
Yo, I woke up, ****ed up off the liquor I drunk
I hadda bag of tha skunk, one and last night's tunk
Pussy residue was on my penis, Denise, from the Cleaners
****ed me good, you should've seen us
Big booty bitch, switch unbearable, french role styling, body like a stallion
Sizing up the figure, while my shit getting bigger
Debating on to **** her, do I wanna be a toller Typ
Caressing this bitch, plus I'm checking out them tits
Sipping on that fine shit, I ain't use to buying
I gotta hit it from behind, it's mandatory
Like taking ho's money, but that's another story
For surely your pussy on toast, after we toast
Our clothes fell like Bishop and Juice
The womb beater, clean pussy eater, inserting my john
In that spot hotter than the hottest block, don't stop!
Response I got when I was knocking it
Clocks steading ticking, kinky finger licking
The cannon, seen us at my temple when she moans
I gotta slow down before I cum soon
And work that toller Typ, like a slave owner
When I dropped off my outfit, she knew I wanted to bone her
She foaming at the lips, the ones between the hips
Pubic hair's looking like some sour cream dip
Without the nacho, my dick hit the spot though
Pussy tighter than conditions of his black folks
Being a vinyl stretched, the last part of sex
I bust a fat ass nut - then I woke up next
Like, what the **** is going on here?
This bitch evapourated, pussy and all just picked up and vaccated
And now I'm frustrated cause my dick was unprotected
And doctor Wesley telling me I ain't really got that shit
****
Chorus:

Eminem:
Now I don't wanna hit no women when this chicks got it coming
Someone better get this bitch before she gets kicked in the stomach
And she's pregnant, but she's egging me on, begging me to throw her
Off the steps on this porch, my only weapon is force
And I don't wanna resort to violence of any sort
But why's she shoving me for? Doesn't she love me no more?
Wasn't she hugging me four minutes ago at the door?
Man I'm this close to going toe to toe with this whore
What would you do if she was telling you she wants a divorce
She's having another baby in a month and it's yours
And you found it isn't cause this bitch has been visiting
Someone else and sucking his dick and kissing you on the lips
When you get back to Michigan, Now the plot has thickend 'n worse
Cause you feel like you've been sticking your ****ing dick in a hurse
So your paranoid at every little cold that you get
Ever since they sold you this shit, you've been holding your dick
So you goto the clinic, sweating every minute your in it
Then the doctor comes out looking like Dennis the Menace *hahahaha*
And it's obvious to everyone in the lobby, it's aids
He ain't even gotta to call in you the office to say it
So you jet back home, cause you gone get that ho
And when you see her, you're gonna bend her ****ing neck back yo
Cause you love her, you never would've expect that blow
Obie told you to scoop, how could she stoop that low?
Jesus, I don't believe this bitch works at the Cleaner's
Bringing me home diseases swinging from Obie's penis
She's so deceaving, shit this ho's a genious
She gee'd us
Chorus:

Outro:
Eminem:
"I'm busy!"
Obie Trice:
Yeah, **** these bitches
Eminem:
**** em all"
Obie Trice:
Get money
Eminem:
Ha!
Obie Trice:
Shady Records
Eminem:
Woow!
Obie Trice:
Obie Trice
Eminem mother ****er
*Hissing sounds*
New millenium shit
Yeah
Turn this shit off
Turn this shit the **** off
 
Without Me
[Obie Trice]
"Obie Trice, Real Name No Gimmicks..."
Beat Changes
[Eminem]
Two trailer park girls go round the outside,
round the outside, round the outside.
Two trailer park girls go round the outside,
round the outside, round the outside.
[Female Voice]
"Ooooohhhhh!"
Eminem
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,
guess who's back, guess who's back,
guess who's back...
Verse 1:
I've 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 husbands heart problems complicating
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 dip, bum on your lips
**** that cum on your lips and some on your tits
And get ready cuz this shit's about to get heavy
I just settled all my lawsuits, "**** you Debbie!"
Chorus:
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
I said 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 prison is 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 Noise*) fix your bent antenna
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 shit 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 go, it's over, nobody listens to techno
Now lets go, just give me the signal
I will 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 the shit just seems,
Everybody only wants to discuss me
So this means I'm disgusting,
But its 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'll be so empty without me
Chorus 2x
Hum dei la la la, la la la la la, la la la la la, la la la la
Hum dei la la la, la la la la la, la la la la la, la la la la
 
Paul Rosenberg (Skit)

[Paul Rosenberg Speaking On Answering Machine]

Em, it's Paul, listen...
Joe Just called me and he told me you're in the ****in
back behind the studio...
Shooting your gun off in the air like it's a shooting range...
I told you not to ****in 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 home you can't
carry it on you...
Leave the ****ing gun at home!

Phone hangs up
 
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 ****in' 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...

Chorus
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 motha****a 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 **** 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 ****in' menace, this shit doesn't make sense B
It's all political, if my music is literal,
and I'm a criminal how the **** 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!

Chorus

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 ****ed up ain't it?
How we can come from practically nothing to being able
to have any ****in' thing that we wanted
That's why we sing for these kids,
who don't have a thing except for a dream,
and a ****in' 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 ****in' 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 X2
 
Superman
Dina Rea:
Mmmhh
Eminem:
You high baby?
Dina Rea:
Yeahh...
Eminem:
Yeah?
Dina Rea:
hahaha..Talk to me...
Eminem:
You want me to tell you somethin?
Dina Rea:
Uh huh...
Eminem:
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...
Eminem:
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...
Eminem:
Bitch you make me hurl...
Eminem:
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'****in 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 ****in runway hoe...
Chorus:
'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...
Eminem:
Don't get me wrong,
I love these hoes,
It's no secret,
Everybody knows,
Can't we ****?
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 ****ed 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 ****in runway hoe...
Eminem & Dina Rae Over Chorus 2x

Eminem:
I know you want me baby,
I think I want you too...
Dina Rea:
I think I love you baby...
Eminem:
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...
Eminem:
Bitch you make me hurl.
Eminem:
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...
Eminem:
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...
Eminem:
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 ****in runway hoe...
Eminem & Dina Rae Over Chorus 2x

Eminem:
I know you want me baby,
I think I want you too...
Dina Rea:
I think I love you baby...
Eminem:
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...
Eminem:
Bitch you make me hurl.
Chorus 2x B/W Dina Rea Singing
 
Hailie's Song
Intro
Yo
I can't sing it
I feel like singin
I wanna ****ing sing
Cos i'm happy
Yeh, i'm happy
HaHa
I got my baby back
Yo, check it out
Verse #1 Sung
Some days i sit, staring out the window
Watchin' this world pass me by
Sometimes i think theres nothing 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
Chorus
Somtimes it feels like the world's on my shoulders
Everyone's leaning on me
Cos sometimes it feels like the world's almost over
But then she come back to me
Verse #2 Sung
My baby girl (hailey laughs) keeps gettin' older
I watch her grow up with pride
People make jokes, cos they don't understand me
They just dont see my real side
I act like shit, dont 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
Chorus

Verse #3 Rapped
Yeh and 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 'er
God, im a daddy, im so glad that her mum didn't *censored* (want her)

Now you prob'ly 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
Cos there's a lot of shit i keep bottled that hurts deep inside o' ma soul,
And just know that i grow colder the older i grow
This boulder on my shoulder that 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 who's determined to make my life living 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 ive 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 people' backs, bent over backwards for this woman
Man, i shoulda seen it comin, why'd i stick my penis uppin?
Woulda ripped the pre-nup if i'd seen what she was ****in
But **** it, it's over, there's no more reason to cry no more
I got my baby, maybe the only lady that i adore, haley
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
Its like the greatest gift you can get
The weight has been lifted
Chorus

Outro - Spoken
Woow!
I told you, i can't sing.
Oh well, i tried
Haley, remember 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)
 
Steve Berman (Skit)
*Door knocks*
Steve Berman:
It's ridiculous, I can't believe it, what?
Hold on a minute
Em..
Eminem:
Whuddup?
Steve Berman:
Dre I'll call you back
Eminem:
What now?
Steve Berman:
I don't even know where to start
Eminem:
Okay
Steve Berman:
I got the album from upstairs..
Eminem:
And?
Steve Berman:
And this is by far the most..
*Gun shoots*

Steve Berman:
...incredible thing I've ever heard
 
When The Music Stops
Bizzare:
*Echo*
Music, reality, sometimes it's hard to tell the difference
But we as entertainers have a responsibility to these kids
Psyche!
Eminem:
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 **** 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, **** shootin i'm just trying to knock his teeth out
**** with me now, bitch, let's see you freestyle
Talk is cheap, mother****er 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
Swift:
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 toller Typ's favorite arch-enemy.
Physically fitted to be the most dangerous toller Typ with beef
I spark willingly with a dillinger in the dark dilligently
I'm not what you think
I appear to be ****ed up
Mentally endangered
I can't stay away from a razor
I just want my face in a paper
I wish a toller Typ 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
*Screech*
Damn!
*Crash*
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
Kuniva:
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, **** the tour and the mic
I'll rather **** a whore with a knife, deliver that shit the coroner's like
You high hype poppin' shit in broad day light toller Typ ur a gonna at night
When The Music Stops
Proof:
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 toller Typ 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 (toller Typ)
Or make the news betcha all ya'll move
When the uzi pop, you better drop when the music stop
Bizzare:
Music's changed my life in so many ways
Brains confused and ****ed since the 5th grade
LL told me to rock the bells
NWA said **** the police
Now i'm in jail
93 was strictly RNB
****ed up hair cut
Listen to Jodeci
Michael Jackson, who go tell me i'm Mike
Ass cheeks painted white
****ing 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 stops
 
Say What You Say
Dr. Dre
Huh, so I'm out the game huh?
Eminem
Yo Dre, we ridin?
Dr. Dre
Whatever
Eminem
Well I'm witchu homie
Dr. Dre
Ok, Let's handle this small shit
Eminem
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
Eminem
But what about Jermaine?
Dr. Dre
**** 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
Chorus:
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?
Eminem
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 ****en 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
Eminem
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
Eminem
And I'ma only sucker punch or swing without warnin
And swing to knock somebody's ****in 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 ****, 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)
Chorus:
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 **** my night up, I'ma **** 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
**** around and you'll get anahilated
Eyes diliated
Eminem
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
Eminem
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 ****in breath
But I suffocate for the respect
Fore I breath the collect the ****in check
Chorus:
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 ****in' mouth
Timbaland
Yo this Timbaland, tell him I said suck (*tchka*) my dick
 
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