EMİNEM --------- ŞARKI SÖZLERİ

CLEANIN' OUT MY CLOSET                        Başa Git

Verse 1
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 motha fuckin' 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.
Leavem with a taste as sour as vinegar in they mouth. See, they can trigger me but they 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.

Chorus (2X)
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.

Verse 2
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 panties up in a bunch,
cuz he split. I wonder if he even kissed me goodbye. No, I don't on second thought, I just fuckin' wished he would die.
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.
Cuz id'a killed 'em, shit I would have shot Kim an' him both. It's my life, I'd like to welcome y'all to The Eminem Show.

Chorus (2X)

Verse 3
Now I would never dis my own mama just to get recognition. Take a second to listen for 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' throuh 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, yer gettin' older now and it's cold when your lonely. An' Nathan's getting' 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 ya 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 (4X)

Intro
Obie... Yo... Im sick
Damn... You straight dog?

Chorus
That's why I ain't got no time. For these games and stupid tricks
Or these bitches on my dick. That's how dudes be getting sick
That's how dicks be getting drips. Falling victims to this shit
From these bitches on our dicks, fucking chickens with no ribs
That's why I ain't got no time...

Verse 1 (Obie Trice)
Yo, I woke up fucked 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, fucked me good, you shoulda seen this
big booty bitch, switch unbearable, french roll stylin', body like a stallion
Sizin up the figure while my shit's getting bigger, debatin' on a fuck or do I want to be her nigga
Caressin'this bitch, plus I'm checking out them tits, sippin' on that fine shit 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 dick 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 fuck is goin' on here, this bitch evaporated, pussy and all, just picked up and vacated
Now I'm frusturated cuz my dick was unprotected, and Doctor Wesley tellin me I really got that shit

Chorus

Verse 2 (Eminem)
Now I don't wanna hit no woman, but this chick's got it comin', someone better get this bitch, 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?
M an, 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 bitch has been visitin' someone else
and suckin' his dick 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 fuckin' dick in a hearse
so you paranoid at every little cold that you get, ever since they told you this shit, you've been holdin' your dick
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 fuckin' 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, bitch works at the cleaners, bringin' me home diseases, swingin' from Obie's penis
she's so deceivin', shit this hoe's a genius,she g'd us...

Chorus

I'm Busy
Fuck these Bitches
Fuck'em all, Get Money
Shady Records, Obie Trice
Eminem, muthafucka
New millenium shit... Yeah
Turn this shit off
Turn this shit the fuck off

Look, if you had one shot, one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted…One moment
Would you capture it or just let it slip?

His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There’s vomit on his sweater already, mom’s spaghetti
He’s nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth, but the words won’t come out
He’s chokin, how everybody’s jokin now
The clock’s run out, time’s up over, bloah!
Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravity
Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked
He’s so mad, but he won’t give up that easy
Is he? No
He won’t have it , he knows his whole back city’s ropes
It don’t matter, he’s dope
He knows that, but he’s broke
He’s so stacked that he knows
When he goes back to his mobile home, that’s when it’s
Back to the lab again yo
This whole rap shit
He better go capture this moment and hope it don’t pass him

Chorus X2

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go go 
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo

The soul’s escaping, through this hole that it’s gaping
This world is mine for the taking
Make me king, as we move toward a, new world order
A normal life is borin, but superstardom’s close to post mortar
It only grows harder, only grows hotter
He blows its all over, these hoes is all on him
Coast to coast shows, he’s know as the globetrotter
Lonely roads, God only knows
He’s grown farther from home, he’s no father
He goes home and barely knows his own daughter
But hold your nose cuz here goes the cold water
These ho's don’t want him no mo, he’s cold product
They moved on to the next schmoe who flows
He nose dove and sold nada
So the soap opera is told and unfolds
I suppose it’s old potna, but the beat goes on
Da da dum da dum da da

Chorus X2

No more games, I’ma change what you call rage
Tear this mothafuckin roof off like 2 dogs caged
I was playin in the beginnin, the mood all changed
I been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage
But I kept rhymin and stepwritin the next cypher
Best believe somebody’s payin the pied piper
All the pain inside amplified by the fact
That I can’t get by with my 9 to 5
And I can’t provide the right type of life for my family
Cuz man, these goddam food stamps don’t buy diapers
And it’s no movie, there’s no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life
And these times are so hard and it’s getting even harder
Tryin to feed and water my seed, plus
Teeter totter, caught up between bein a father and a prima donna
Baby mama drama’s screamin on and
Too much for me to wanna
Stay in one spot, another day of monotomy
Has gotten me to the point, I’m like a snail
I’ve got to formulate a plot fore I end up in jail or shot
Success is my only mothafuckin option, failure’s not
Mom, I love you, but this trailer has got to go
I cannot grow old in Salem’s lot

Intro
Hello boys and girls, today we are gunna talk about father and daughter relationships.
Do you have a daddy? I'll bet you do, whos your daddy.

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 drag 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!!)

Chorus
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'
…..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?
Dad...

Chorus

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...

Chorus

Hailie:
Crazy
Ha Ha Ha
You're Funny Daddy!

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

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 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)...

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 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 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 fuckin' 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 fuckin' star)
Please don't cry for me (No way)
When I'm gone for good (I'm goin' back home)


 

I'm a soldier
I'm a soldier
I'm a soldier
I'm a soldier


Verse 1
Yo... Never was a thug, just infatuated with guns, Never was a gangsta, till I graduated to one
And got the rep of a villain, for weapon concealin'. Took the image of a thug, kept shit appealin'
willin' to stick out my neck, for respect if it meant life or death, never live to regret what I said
when you're me, people just want to see, if its true, if its you, what you say in your rap's, what you do
so they feel, as part of your obligation to fulfill, when they see you on the streets, face to face, are you for real
in confrontation ain't no conversation, if you feel you're in violation, any hesitation'll get you killed
if you feel it, kill it, if you conceal it, reveal it. Being reasonable will leave you full of bullets, pull it, squeeze it
till 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 won't 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 won't 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 pissin' you off, it gets me off, like my lawyers, when the fuckin' judge lets me off
all you motherfuckas gotta do is set me off, I'll violate and all the motherfuckin' bets be off
I'm a lit fuse, anything I do bring it's news, pistol whippin' motherfuckin' bouncers, six-two, who needs bullets?
Soon as I pull it, you sweat bullets, an excellent method to get rid of the next bully
It's actually better cause instead you murderin', you can hurt em' and come back again and kick dirt at em
it's like pourin' salt in the wounds, assault and get sued, you can smell the lawsuits soon as I waltz in the room
everybody halts and stops, calls the cops, all you see is bitches comin' out their halter tops
runnin' and duckin' out to the Hot Rocks parking lot, you'll all get shot whether its your fault or not, cus...

Chorus

Verse 3
I spit it slow so these kids know that I'm talkin' 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 rockin' to it
you motherfuckas could never do it like I could do it, don't even try it, you'll look stupid, do not pursue it
don't ever in your life, try to knock the truest, I spit the illest shit, ever been dropped to two inch
so ticky-tock listen as the sound ticks on the clock, listen to the sound of Kim as she licks on a cock
listen to the sound of me spillin' my heart through this pen, motherfuckers know that I'll never be Marshall again
Full of controversy until I retire my jersey, till the fire inside dies and expires at thirty
and Lord have mercy on any more of these rappers that verse me, and put a curse on authorities in the face of adversity
I'm a...

Chorus

Yo Left, Yo Left, Yo Left, Right, Left
Yo Left, Yo Left, Yo Left, Right, Left
Yo Left, Yo Left, Yo Left, Right, Left
Yo Left, Yo Left, Yo Left, Right, Left

 

Intro
Oooooh
You high baby?
Yaaahhh
Yah?
Talk to me
You want me to tell you something?
Uh huh
I know what you want to hear

A Chorus
Cuz, I know you want me baby, I think I want you too, 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 want to 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 want to save you girl, come be in Shady's world, 'Ooooh boy you drive me crazy,' Bitch you make me earl...

Verse 1
They call me superman, leap tall hoes in a single bound, I'm single now, got no ring on this finger now
I'd never let another chick bring me down, in a relationship, save it bitch, babysit? You make me sick
Superman ain't savin' shit, girl you can jump on Shady's dick
straight from the hip, cut to the chase, I tell a muthafuckin' slut, to her face
play no games, say no names, ever since I broke up with what's her face
I'm a different man, kiss my ass, kiss my lips, bitch why ask? Kiss my dick, get my cash? I'd rather have you whip my ass
Don't put out, I'll put you out. Won't get out, I'll push you out/ Puss blew out, poppin' shit, wouldn't piss on fire to put you out
Am I too nice? Buy you ice? Bitch if you died, I wouldn't buy you life
What you tryin' to be my new wife? What you Mariah? Fly through twice

Bridge
But I do know one thing though, bitches, they come they go. Saturday through Sunday, Monday, Monday through Sunday yo
Maybe I'll love you one day, maybe we'll someday grow, till then just sit your drunk ass on that fuckin' runway ho

B Chorus
Cus 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

Verse 2
Don't get me wrong, I love these hoes, it's no secret, everybody knows
Yeah we fucked, bitch so what, that's about as far as your buddy goes
We'll be friends, I'll call you again, I'll chase you around every bar you attend
Never know what kind of car I'll be in, we'll see how much you'll be partying then
You don't want that, neither do I, I don't want to flip when I see you with guys
too much pride, between you and I, not a jealous man, but females lie
But I guess that's just what sluts do, how could it ever be just us two?
I'd never love you enough to trust you, we just met and I just fucked you

Bridge

A Chorus/B Chorus

Verse 3
First thing you say, 'I'm not fazed, I hang around big stars all day
I don't see what the big deal is anyways, you're just plain old Marshall to me'
Oooh yah girl run that game, 'Hailie Jade, I love that name, love that tatoo, what's that say? Rot in pieces? Uh, that's great'
First off you don't know Marshall, at all so grow partial, that's ammo for my arsenal, I'll slap you off that barstool
there goes another lawsuit, leave handprints all across you, good Lordy whoadie, you must be gone off that water bottle
you want what you can't have, ooh girl that's too damn bad, don't touch what you can't grab, end up with two backhands
put anthrax on a tampax, and slap you till you can't stand
girl you just blew your chance, don't mean to ruin your plans

A Chorus/B Chorus

B Chorus (X2)

 

Intro
Dre: Oh, so I'm out the game, huh
Eminem: Yo Dre, we ridin'?
Dre: Whatever...
Eminem: Well I'm wit ya homie
Dre: Okay, well let's handle the small shit

Verse 1
Eminem:
I was born to brew up storms, stir up shit, kick up dust, cuss till I slur up spit
grew up too quick, went through too much, knew too much shit, corrupt, and I'ma pour it on like syrup, bitch
thick 'n rich, sick and twisted, Mr. Buttersworth, Dre told me to milk this shit for what it's worth
till the cow just tilts and tips and stumbles to earth, and if I fumble a 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'll eat shit, wasn't for him, wouldn't be shit

Dre:
Creep with me as we take a little trip down memory lane, been here longer than anyone in the game
and I ain't got to lie about my age, 'But what about Jermaine?' Fuck Jermaine, he don't belong speakin' mine or Timbaland's name
and don't think I don't read your lil' interviews and see what you're sayin', I'm a giant, and I ain't gotta move
till I'm provoked, when I see you, I'ma step on you and not even know it
you midget, mini-me with a bunch of little mini-yous, runnin' round your backyard swimmin' pools
over eighty million records sold, and I ain't have to do it with ten or eleven year olds

Chorus (X2)
Cus 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' wit, huh?

Verse 2
Eminem:
Second verse, it gets worse, 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 Cannabis or Dre with a Dupri
we'll rub it in, every club you're in, we'll have you black balled and make sure you never rap-a-fuckin'-gain
Dre ain't havin' it as long as I'm here to play devil's advocate

Dre:
If there was some magic shit I could wave over the industry, that could save it when I'm gone and buried
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

Dre:
From the hood, and I'm a hornet, and I'ma only sting when I cornered

Eminem:
And I'ma only sucker punch and swing without warning
and swing to knock somebody's fuckin' head off, cus I know if 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-Pac, so much spunk
when I was little I knew I would blow up and sell a mill, or grow up to be Atilla, go nuts and be a killer

Dre:
And I'm, somethin' of a phenom, one puff of the chron, I'm unstoppable, I'm alive and on top again
there's no obstacle that I can't conquer so come along wit us….Cmon

Chorus (X2)

Verse 3
Dre:
Now anybody who knows Dre, knows I'm about fast cars and Alize, partyin' all day
but I handled my business, cus it' work before play, don't look for trouble, but I'll serve you gourmet
however you want it, you can 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 through that doorway
cus this is my space, you invade it, live to regret it, and you'll die tryin' to violate it
fuck around, get annihilated, eyes dialated

Eminem:
Like my old lady?
Cus what you say is what you say, sometimes what you mean is two 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 and I'm gone
and I'm back, I speed write and my loose-leaf's my launch pad

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
and 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 in jest
and if I ever do live to be a legend I'ma die a sudden death
five mics in the Source, ain't holdin' my fuckin' breath, but I'll suffocate for the respect 'fore I breathe
to collect a fuckin' check

Chorus (X2)

Outro

Dre: Watch your fuckin' mouth

Timbaland: Yo this Timbaland. Tell'em I said suck…my dick


 

Intro
America! 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...

Verse 1
I never would've 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 touch, so much anger aimed in no particular direction
just sprays and sprays and straight through your radio waves it plays and plays, till it stays stuck in your head for days and days
who woulda thought, standing 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, cuz Congress keeps telling 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 dumping it on...

Chorus (X2)
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

Verse 2
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
Lets do the math, If I was black I would've 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, and 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 starting to work to my benefit now?


Chorus (X2)

Verse 3
See the problem is I speak to suburban kids who otherwise would of never knew these words exist
whose moms probably woulda never gave two squirts of piss, till I created so much motherfuckin' turbulence
straight out the tube, right into your living room 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, its like this rope
waitin' to choke, tightening around my throat, watching 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 starting 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 mother fuckin' spokesman now for...

Chorus (X2)

Outro
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 and replace it with a Parental Advisory sticker
To spit liquor in the faces of in this democracy of hypocrisy
Fuck you Ms. Cheney! Fuck you Tipper Gore! Fuck you with the freest of speech this divided states of embarassment will allow me to have, Fuck you!
I'm just kiddin' America, you know I love you...

Intro (Obie Trice)
'Obie Trice/Real Name No Gimmicks...'

Refrain 1
2 trailer park girls go round the outside/ round the outside, round the outside (Repeat Refrain 1)

Refrain 2
Guess whos back, back again/ Shadys back, tell a friend/ 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, this is what I'll give ya
a little bit of weed mixed with some hard liquor
some vodka that'll 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
you waited this long now stop debating cuz I'm back, I'm on the rag and ovulating
I know that you got a job Ms. Cheney but your husbands heart problem's complicating
So the FCC wont 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 shit's about to get heavy
I just settled all my lawsuits Fuck YOU DEBBIE!

Chorus (X2)
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 the 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 an ask, 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 in and up under 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 (X2)

Verse 3
A tisk-it a task-it, I'll 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 its over, nobody listens to techno
Now lets go, 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 the shit just seems, everybody only wants to discuss me
So this must mean 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'd be so empty without me

Chorus (X2)

(Hum dei dei la la Hum dei dei la la... la la la) X2 'Kids'