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typed by: killz4thrillz@home.com (Same announcer as the first Public Service
Announcement on the Slim Shady LP):
typed by: killz4thrillz@home.com (a line with a * before it indicates a part
I wasn't sure about) (Gently Rapping:) (Violently Rapping:)
typed by: wilburwilbur@home.com CHORUS:
typed by: wilburwilbur@home.com Em, what's goin' on...It's Paul...ahhm...Dre gave me a copy of the new album...and...I just...sigh...Fuck it.
typed by: killz4thrillz@home.com I never knew I...
typed by: killz4thrillz@home.com Eminem: Heyyy!
typed by: kertiz@flamedfury.com
Whatever...
Dre, just let it run... Hey yo, turn the beat up a little bit... Hey yo, this song is for anyone ... fuck it ... just shut up and listen. Hey yo... I sit back, with this pack of Zig-Zags and this bag of this weed, it gives me the shit needed to be the most meanest mc on this... on this earth... and since birth I've been cursed with this curse to just curse and just blurt this bezerk and bizarre shit that works, and it sells and it helps in itself to relieve all this tension. Dispensing these sentences, getting the stress that's been eatin' me recently off of this chest. And I rest again peacefully... But at least have the decency in you to leave me alone when you freaks see me out in the streets when I'm eatin' or feedin' my daughter to not come and speak to me. I don't know you and no, I don't owe you a motherfucking thing. I'm not Mister NSYNC. I'm not what your friends think. I'm not Mister Friendly. I can be a prick. If you tip me my tank is on empty. No patience is in me and if you offend me, I'm liftin' you ten feet... in the air. I don't care who was there and who saw me destroy you. Well, call you a lawyer. File you a lawsuit. I'll smile in the courtroom and buy you a wardrobe. I'm tired of all you. I don't mean to be mean but that's all I can be. It's just me. Chorus And I am, whatever you say I am. If I wasn't, then why would I say I am? In the paper, the news, everyday I am. Radio won't even play my jam. 'Cause I am, whatever you say I am. If I wasn't, then why would I say I am? In the paper, the news, everyday I am. I don't know it's just the way I am. Sometimes I just feel like my father. I hate to be bothered... with all of this nonsense. It's constant and "Oh, it's his lyrical content." The song "Guilty Conscience" has gotten such rotten responses. And all of this controversy circles me and it seems like the media immediately points a finger at me... So I point one back at 'em but not the index or pinky or the ring or the thumb. It's the one you put up when you don't give a fuck when you won't just put up with the bullshit they pull 'cause they full of shit too. When a dude's gettin bullied and shoots up your school and they blame it on Marilyn ... and the heroin where were the parents at? And look at where it's at... Middle America now it's a tragedy now it's so sad to see an upper-class city having this happenin'. Then attack Eminem 'cause I rap this way. But I'm glad 'cause they feed me the fuel that I need for the fire to burn, and it's burnin' and I have returned. Chorus And I am, whatever you say I am If I wasn't, then why would I say I am? In the paper, the news, everyday I am. Radio won't even play my jam. 'Cause I am, whatever you say I am. If I wasn't, then why would I say I am? In the paper, the news, everyday I am. I don't know it's just the way I am. I'm so sick and tired of bein' admired that I wish that I would just die or get fired and dropped from my label. Let's stop with the fables. I'm not goin' to be able to top what my name is. And pigeon-holed in to some poppy sensation that got me rotation at rock-n-roll stations. And I just do not got the patience... to deal with these cocky caucasians who think I'm some wigga' who just tries to be black 'cause I talk with an accent and grab on my balls. So they always keep askin' the same fuckin' questions... What school did I go to? What hood I grew up in? The why, the who what, when the where and the how 'til I'm grabbin' my hair and I'm tearin' it out. You've been drivin' me crazy. I can't take it. I'm racin' I'm pacin'. I stand then I sit. And I'm thankful for every fan that I get but I can't take a shit in the bathroom without someone standing by it... You knew I won't sign your autograph you can call me an asshole. I'm glad. Chorus 'Cause I am, whatever you say I am If I wasn't, then why would I say I am? In the paper, the news, everyday I am. Radio won't even play my jam. 'Cause I am, whatever you say I am. If I wasn't, then why would I say I am? In the paper, the news, everyday I am. I don't know it's just the way I am.
<!--StartFragment--> May I have your attention please? May I have your attention please? Will the real Slim Shady please stand up? I repeat will the real Slim Shady please stand up? We're going to have a problem here c (Verse 1) Ya'll act like you never seen a white person before jaws all on the floor like Pam like Tommy just burst in the door started whoopin her ass worse than before they first get divorced throwing her over furniture (scream) It's the return of the "Oh wait, no way, your kidding, he didn't just say what I think he did, did he?" And Dr Dre said ....Nothing you idiots Dr Dre's dead, he's locked in my basement (haha) Feminist women love Eminem Chicka chicka chicka Slim Shady I'm sick of him look at him, walking around grabbing his you know what limpin' to you know who "yeah, but hes so cute though" Yea I probably got a couple of screws up in my head loose but no worse than what's going on in your parent's bedrooms Sometimes I wanna get on TV and just let loose, but can't, but its cool for Tom Green to hump a dead moose my bum is on your lips, my bum is on your lips and if I'm lucky you might just give it a little kiss and that's the message that we deliver to little kids and expect them not to know what a womens clitoris is. Of course they gonna know what intercourse is by the time they hit 4th grade, they got the discovery channel don't they? We ain't nothing but mammals; well some of us cannibals who cut other people open like cantaloupes. But if we can hump dead animals and antelopes then there's no reason that a man and another man can't elope But if you feel like I feel I got the antidote. Women wave your panty hoes, sing the chorus and it goes... (Chorus) I'm Slim Shady Yes I'm the real Shady All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating So won't the real Slim Shady... Please stand up, Please stand up, Please stand up becuase I'm Slim Shady Yes I'm the real Shady All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating So won't the real Slim shady... Please stand up, Please stand up, Please stand up (Verse 2) Will Smith don't gotta cuss in his raps to sell records Well I do, so fuck him and fuck you too. You think I give a damm about a Grammy? Half of you critics can't even stomach me, let alone stand me. "But Slim what if u win wouldn't it be weird?" Why? So you guys can just lie to get me here? So you can sit me here next to Britney Spears. Shit, Christina Aguilera better switch me chairs So I can sit next to Carson Daly and Fred Durst And hear 'em argue over who she gave head to first. Little bitch put me on blast on MTV "yeah he's cute but I think he's married to Kim, hehe" I should download her audio on mp3 And show the whole world how you gave Eminem V.D. (scream) I'm sick of you little girl and boy groups all you do is annoy me So I've been sent here to destroy you And theres a million of us just like me Who cuss like me Who just don't give a fuck like me Who dress like me Walk, talk and act like me It just might be the next best thing But not quite me (chorus) (Verse 3) I'm like a headtrip to listen to Cause I'm only giving you things you joke about with your friends inside your living room The only difference is I got the balls to say it in front of ya'll And I don't gotta be false or sugar coated at all I just get on the mic and spit it And whether you like to admit it (rip) I just shit it better than 90% of you rappers out there Then you wonder how can kidz eat up these albums like valiums. Its funny cuz at the rate im going when I'm 30 Ill be the only person in the nursing home flirty. Pinching nurses asses when I'm jackin' off with Jergens and I'm jerking But this whole bag of viagra isn't working And every single person is a Slim Shady lurkin' He could be workin at Burger King spitten on your onion rings Or in the parking lot circling screaming I don't give a fuck With his windows down and system up So will the real Shady, please stand up and put one of those fingures on each hand up and to be proud to be outta your mind and outta control and one more time, loud as you can, how does it go? (chorus)
typed by: Cliq/EFnet/congested@usa.net (RBX)
Remember me? ("Several executions")
Remember me? ("I have no remorse")
Remember me? ("I'm high-powered")
Remember me? ("I drop bombs like Hiroshima")
For this, why it's the X, you retarded? 'Cause I grab the mic and get down, like syndrome Hide in Rome and to the masses, without boundaries Whice qualifies me for the term "universal" Without no rehearsal, colleaged words is controversial Like I'm not, the one you wanna contest, see 'Cause I'll hit your ass like the train did that bitch that got "Banned From TV" Heavyweight get up, hit you, watch you're whole head split up Loco is the motion, weed comin' through Hollow tips in the lead, the .45 through (Sticky Fingaz)
Remember me? ("Throw ya gunz in the air!")
Remember me? ("Slam! Slam!")
Remember me? ("Nigga bacdafucup!")
Remember me? ("Chka-chka-Onyx!")
Niggas catchin' "no" for an answer, ghetto no Yeah, that bitch hoe no'd but it was more like "no, no, no!!" Life's a bitch; yeah it'll fuck you if you let her Better come better than better to be a competitor This ved is a head, the shit is all redder, you deader and deader I better extended the cheddars and credda Instead of vendetta, a mellow beretta from ghetto to ghetto Evidence? Nope! Never leave a shredda I got the soul of every rapper in me, love me or hate me My moms got raped by the industry and made me I'm the illest nigga ever, I told you I get more pussy than them dyke bitches total Want beef, nigga? PSH better dead that shit My name should be "Can't-Believe-That-Nigga-Said-That-Shit" Probably say "he ain't a killa", but I'm killin' myself Smoke def, fuck bitches raw, on the kitchen floor So think what I'ma do to you, have done to you Got niggas in my hood who'd do that shit for a bullet too What you wanna do, cocksuckers? We're glock busters 'Til the cops cuff us, we'll start ruckus and drop blockbusters 'Round the clock hustlers, you cannot touch us I'm gettin' wires niggas wantin' me dead One in my head, you think it could be somethin' I said? (Eminem)
Remember me? ("I just don't give a fuck!")
Remember me? ("Yeah, fuck you too!")
Remember me? ("I'm low down and I'm shifty!")
Remember me? ("I'm shady!")
When I go out, I'ma go out shootin' I don't mean when I die, I mean when I go out to the club, stupid I'm tryin' to clear up my fuckin' image, so I promised the fuckin' critics I wouldn't say "fuckin'" for six minutes (*click* Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on) My baby's mom, bitch made me an angry blonde So I made me a song, killed her and put Haley on I may be wrong, I keep thinkin' these crazy thoughts In my cranium, but I'm stuck with a crazy mom (Is she really on as much dope as you say she's on?) Came home, and somebody must've broke in the back window And stole two golden machine guns and both of my trenchcoats Sick sick dreams of picnic scenes, two kids, sixteen And M-16's with ten clips each And them shits reach through 6 kids each And Slim gets blamed in Bill Clint's speech to fix these streets? FUCK THAT! PSH you faggots can vanish to volcanic ash And re-appear in hell with a can of gas, AND a match Aftermath, Dre, grab the gat, show 'em where it's at (What the fuck you starin' at, nigga?) Don't you remember me? Remember me? Remember me?! Remember me?!
typed by: killz4thrillz@home.com School Choir: SLIM SHADY! (note: on the copy i've heard, this part is mostly on the end of the previous track. Only the Y makes it to this track) Eminem: That's why they call me Slim (slim) Shady! (I'm back) I'm back (I'm back) School Choir: SLIM SHADY! Eminem: I'm back (I'm back) That's why they call me Slim (slim) Shady! (I'm back) I'm back (I'm back) School Choir: SLIM SHADY! Eminem: I'm back (I'm back) That's why they call me Slim (slim) Shady! (I'm back) I'm back (I'm back) School Choir: SLIM SHADY! Eminem: I'm back (I'm back) That's why they call me Slim (er) Shady! (I'm back) I'm back (I'm back) School Choir: SLIM SHADY! SHADY! Eminem: I'm back (I'm back) I murder a rhyme one word at a time, you never Heard of a mind as perverted as mine, you better Get rid of that nine it ain't gonna help What good's it gonna do against a man that strangles himself? I'm waitin' for hell, like hell, shit, I'm anxous as hell Manson, you're safe in that cell, thankful is jail I used to be my mommy's little angel at twelve At thirteen I was putting shells in the gauge on the shelf, I used to Get punked and bullied on my block, till I cut a kitten's head off And stuck it in this kid's mailbox (HEY! MOM! MOM!), I used to give a Fuck, now I could give a fuck less What do I think of sucess? It sucks! Too much press *And stress, too much cess, and breasts, too upset It's just, too much mess, I guess, I must just blew up quick (yes) Grew up quick? (no) was raised right? Whatever you say's wrong, whatever I say's right You think of my name now whenever you say high, became a commodity because I'm W - H - I - T - E, 'cause MTV was so friendly to me, can't wait 'till Kim sees me Now is it worth it? Look at my life. How is it perfect? Read my lips bitch, what, my mouth isn't working? You hear this finger? Oh, it's upside down. Here, let me turn this motherfucker up right now! Eminem: That's why they call me Slim (slim) Shady! (I'm back) I'm back (I'm back) School Choir: SLIM SHADY! Eminem: I'm back (I'm back) That's why they call me Slim (slim) Shady! (I'm back) I'm back (I'm back) School Choir: SLIM SHADY! Eminem: I'm back (I'm back) That's why they call me Slim (slim) Shady! (I'm back) I'm back (I'm back) School Choir: SLIM SHADY! Eminem: I'm back (I'm back) That's why they call me Slim (slim) Shady! (shady) (I'm back) I'm back (I'm back) School Choir: SLIM SHADY! Eminem: I'm back (I'm back) I take each individual degenerate's head and reach into it Just to see if he's influenced by me if he listens to music And if he feeds into this shit he's an innocent Victim and becomes a puppet on the string of my tennis shoe (record scratching)...my name is Slim Shady I been crazy way before radio didn't play me The sensational "back, it's the incredible!" With Ken Kaniff who just finds the men edible, it's, Ken Kaniff, on the, internet, tryin' to Lure your kids, with him, INTO BED, it's a Sick world we'RE livIN' in these days "Slim, for pete's sake, put down Christopher Reeve's legs!" Geez! You guys are so sensitive. "Slim it's a touchy subject, try and just don't mention it..." Mind with no sense in it, fried, gets so frentic, 'Cause eyes get so squinted, I'm blind from smoke in 'em With my windows tinted, with nine limos rented, Doin' lines of coke in 'em, with a bunch of guys hoppin' out All high and dosing it And that's where I get my name from That's why they call me Eminem: They call me Slim (slim) Shady! (I'm back) I'm back (I'm back) School Choir: SLIM SHADY! Eminem: I'm back (I'm back) That's why they call me Slim (slim) Shady! (I'm back) I'm back (I'm back) School Choir: SLIM SHADY! Eminem: I'm back (I'm back) That's why they call me Slim (slim) Shady! (I'm back) I'm back (I'm back) School Choir: SLIM SHADY! Eminem: I'm back (I'm back) That's why they call me Slim (er) Shady! (I'm back) I'm back (I'm back) School Choir: SLIM SHADY! Eminem: I'm back (I'm back) I take seven kids from Columbine and stand 'em all in line Add an AK-47, a revolver, a nine A Mac-11 and this oughtta solve this problem of mine And that's a whole school of bullies shot up all of the time, 'cause I'm Shady, they call me as crazy as this world was Over this whole Y2K thing, and by the way N'Sync, why do they sing? Am I the only one who realizes they stink? Should I dye my hair pink and care what y'all think? Lip-sync and buy a bigger size of ear rings? That's why I tend to block out when I hear things 'Cause all these fans screamin' is making my ears ring So I just throw up the middle finger and let it linger Longer than the rumor that I was sticking it to Christina 'Cause if I ever stuck it to any singer in showbiz It'd be Jennifer Lopez and Puffy you know this Sorry Puff but I don't give a fuck, if this chick was my own mother, I'd still fuck her with no rubber, and cum inside her And have a son and a new brother, At the same tame, and just say that it ain't mine What's my name? Eminem: I'm, Slim (slim) Shady! (I'm back) I'm back (I'm back) School Choir: SLIM SHADY! Eminem: I'm back (I'm back) That's why they call me Slim (slim) Shady! (I'm back) I'm back (I'm back) School Choir: SLIM SHADY! Eminem: I'm back (I'm back) That's why they call me Slim (slim) Shady! (I'm back) I'm back (I'm back) School Choir: SLIM SHADY! Eminem: I'm back (I'm back) That's why they call me Slim (er) Shady! (I'm back) I'm back (I'm back) School Choir: SLIM SHADY! Eminem: I'm back (I'm back) Guess who's back Gue-gue-Guess who's back Guess who's back Gue-gue-Guess who's back I'm...umm... D12 Dr Dre Slim Shady 2001 I'm blew out from this blunt fuck
You know I just don't get it Last year I was nobody This year I'm sellin records Now everyone wants to come around like I owe em sumthin... The fuck you want from me? Ten million dollars? Get the fuck outta here! You see I'm... Just Marshall Mathers... I'm just a regular guy I don't know why All the fuss about me... Nobody ever gave a fuck before All they did was doubt me... Now everybody wanna run they mouth And try to take shots at me... Yo, you might see me joggin Or you might see me walkin You might see me walkin A dead rottweiler dog With his head chopped off in the park With a spiked collar hollerin At him cuz the son of a bitch wont quit barkin Or leaning out a window with a cocked shotgun Drivin up the block in the car that they shot Pac in Lookin for BIG's killas Dressin ridiculous Blue and red like I don't see what the big deal is Double barrel twelve gauge bigger than Chris Wallace Pissed off, cuz Biggie and Pac just missed all us Watchin all these cheap immitations get rich off em And get dollars that shoulda been theirs like they switched wallets And amist all this chris poppin and wrist watches I just sit back and just watch and just get nauseas And walk around with a empty bottle of Remmy Martin Startin shit like some 26 year old skinny Cartman (God Damn It) I'm anti Backstreet and Ricky Martin It's instincts to kill N Sync don't get me started These fuckin brats can't sing and Britney's garbage What is this bitch retarded Gimme back my sixteen dollars All I see is sissies in magazines smilin (Hehe) Whatever happened to wildin out and being violent Whatever happened to catchin a good old-fashioned passionate Ass whoopin and getting your shoes, coat, and your hat tooken New kids on the block suck allota dick Boy girl groups make me sick And I can't wait till I catch all you faggots in public Imma love it (Ha Ha Ha) Vanilla Ice don't like me (Uh Uh) He said some shit devior despite me (Yep) Then went and dyed his hair just like me (Ha Ha) A bunch of little kids wanna swear just like me Run around screamin "I don't care, just bite me" (Na Na) I think I was put here to annoy the world And destroy your little 4 year old boy or girl Plus I was put here to put fear In faggots who spray FAYGO root beer And call themselves clowns cuz they look queer FAGGY 2 dope and silent gay Claimin Detriot, when y'all live twenty miles away And I don't wrestle I'll knock you fuckin faggots the fuck out Ask them about the club they was at when they snuck out After they ducked out the back when they saw us and bugged out Ducked down and got paintball shot at they truck PLOW! Look at y'all runnin your mouth again When you aint seen a fuckin mile roll South of 10 And I don't need help From D-12 To beat up Two females And make up When they tried to scratch me Wit Lee nails Slim Anus...you damn right Slim Anus I don't get fucked in mine like you two little flamin faggots Cuz I'm... Just Marshall Mathers... I'm not a wrestler guy I'll knock you out if you talk about me... Come and see me on the streets alone If you assholes doubt me... And if wanna run your mouth Then come and take your best shot at me... Is it because you love me That y'all expect so much of me You little groupie bitch get off me Go fuck Puffy Now because of this blonde mop That's on top Wit this fucked up head that I've got I've gone pop The underground just spun around and did a 360 Now these kids diss me and act like some big sissies Oh, he just did some shit with Missy So now he thinks he's too big to do some shit with MC Get Busy My fuckin bitch mom suing for ten million She must want a dollar for every pill I been stealin Shit, where the fuck you think I picked up the habit All I had to do was go in her room and lift up a matress Which is it bitch Mrs. Riggs or Ms. Mathers It doesn't matter........faggot Talkin about how I fabricated my past He's just aggravated I wont ejaculate in his ass So tell me, what the hell is a fella to do For every million I make, another relative sues Family fightin and fussin Over for who wants to invite me to supper All of a sudden I got 90 some cousins (Hey It's Me) A half brother and sister who never seen me Or even bothered to call me Until they saw me on TV Now everybody's so happy and proud I'm finally allowed To set foot in my girlfriends house (Hey) And then to top it off I walk to the newsstand And buy this cheap ass magazine with a food stamp Skipped to the last page flipped right fast And what do i see? A picture of my big white ass! Ok, lemme give you motherfuckers some help Uh here...double XL, double XL Now your magazine shouldn't have so much trouble to sell Aww fuck it I'll even buy a couple myself Cuz I'm... Just Marshall Mathers... I'm just a regular guy I don't know All the fuss about me... Nobody ever gave a fuck before All they did was doubt me... Now everybody wanna run they mouth And try to take shots at me... Because I'm... Just Marshall Mathers... I'm just a regular guy I don't know All the fuss about me... Nobody ever gave a fuck before All they did was doubt me... Now everybody wanna run they mouth And try to take shots at me...
typed by: www.hogenkamp.tmfweb.nl Uuuhoh, yeah Oh, suck it Oh, fuck yu Oh, Shagy Oh, this is why they call you two dope ain't it Oh, fuck yu Oh, take it out, take it out! Oh, now give something to Jay Oh, violent Jay Wait don't bite it Don't be violent with it now just suck it nice and slow, yeah oh oh fuck yu you got oh now give it back to Shagy he was sucking it better Oh, now say my name Eminem, say my name, Eminem WHAT! Ohh fuck you guys Gi-give me my dick back Fuck you guys If you want Eminem you can Have Eminem Fuck you guys (Ken) I'm on leaving (no) (Kenn wait, oh damn) (Nice going Shagy)
typed by: www.hogenkamp.tmfweb.nl <girl> Yea...(laughter)...whoooo...shit
hmmm, whoaaa, hmm ...
Guess what?
I ain't coming in yet, i'll come in in a minute
Aiyo, this is my love song. It goes like this....
Back when Mark Wallburg was marky mark This is how we used to make the party start We used to...mix in with bacardi dark and when it... kicks in you can hardely talk and by the... sixth gin you gon probly crawl and you'll be... sick then and you'll probly barf and my pre-...diction is that you gon probably fall either somewhere in the lobby or the hallway wall and every-... things spinnin your beginning to think women are swimmin in pink linen again in the sink then in a couple of minutes that bottle of guinness is finished you are now allowed to officially slap bitches you have the right to remain violent and start wildin start a fight with the same guy that was smart rhymin get in the car and start it and start drivin over the island and cause a 42 car pile up Earth calling, pilot to co-pilot, looking for life on this planet sir, no sign of it All i could see is a bunch of smoke flyin and I'm so high that I might die if i go by it. Let me out of this place I'm outta place, I'm in in outter space, I've just vanished without a trace. I'm going to a pretty place now where the flowers grow, I'll be back in an hour or so. Cuz every time I go to try to leave (whoa-o-o) someone keeps pullin on my sleeve (whoa-o-o) I dont wanna but I gotta stay (whoa-o-o) these drugs really gotta hold on me (whoa-o-o) Cuz everytime I try ta tell 'em no (no-o-o) they won't let me ever let 'em go (go-o-o) I'm a sucker all I gotta say (whoa-o-o) is drug's really gotta hold on me In third grade all I used to do, was sniff glue through a tube and play rubix cubeI'm as rude as jude (jude from the jenny show! he was the rudest guest she had ever had!) Schemein on the first chick with the hugest boobs I got no game, and every face looks the same they got no name, so i don't need game to play I just say whatever I want, to whoever I want, whenever i want, wherever I want, however I want However I do show some respect to few This ecstacy has got me standin next to you Gettin sentimental as fuck, spillin guts to you We just met, but I think I'm in love with you But your on it too, so you tell me you love me too, Wake up in the morning like "What the fuck we do?" I gotta go bitch, you know I got stuff to do, Cuz if I get caught cheatin then I'm stuck with you But in the long run these drugs are gonna catch up sooner or later But fuck it I'm on one, so let's enjoy, let the ex destroy your spinal chord, so it's not a straight line no more So we walk around lookin like some wind-up dolls, shit stickin out of our backs like a dinosaur, Shit, six hit's won't even get me high no more, so bye for now, I'm gonna try to find some more Chorus That's the sound of a bottle when it's hollow when you swallow it all wallow and drown in your sorrow And tomorrow your probably gonna wanna do it again What's a little spinal fluid between you and a friend, screw it and whats a little bit of alcohol poisoning? and whats a little fight, tomorrow you'll be boys again It's your life, live it however you wanna Marajuana is everywhere, where was you brought up? It don't matter as long as you get where you're goin Cuz none of this shit's gonna mean shit where we're goin They tell you to stop but you just sit there ignorin, even though you wake up feelin like shit every mornin. But your young, you got a lot of drugs to do, girls to screw, parties to crash, sucks to be you If I could take it all back now I wouldn't, I woulda did more shit that people said that I shouldnt But I'm all grown up now, and upgraded and graduated to better drugs and updated But I still gotta a lot of growin up to do, I still gotta whole lot of throwin up to spew But when it's all said and done before I know it I'll be forty wit a 40 on the porch tellin stories with a bottle of Jack, two grandkids on my lap, babysitting for Hailey, while Hailey's out gettin shmashed. Chorus x 2 drugs really gotta hold on me really got a hold on me drugs really gotta hold on me they really got a hold on me
typed by: Cliq/EFnet/congested@usa.net (He's) Mentally ill from Amityville (He'll) Accidentally kill your family still Thinkin' he won't, God damnit, he will (He's) Mentally ill from Amityville (Eminem) I get lifted and spin 'til I'm half-twisted Feet planted and stand with a grin full of chapped lipstick Pen full of ink, think sinful and raps sick shit Shrink, pencil me in for my last visit Drink Gin 'til my chin's full of splashed whiskers Hash Whiskey and ash 'til I slap bitches Ask Bizzy, he's been here the past 6 years Mash with me again and imagine this Chorus x2: (He's) Mentally ill from Amityville (He'll) Accidentally kill your family still Thinkin' he won't, God damnit, he will (He's) Mentally ill from Amityville (Bizarre) Fuck my cousin in his asshole, slit my mother's throat Hehe, guess who Slim Shady just signed to Interscope My little sisters birthday, she'll remember me Forgive for havin' tellin' my <----------------- For a gift I had ten of my boy's take her viginity And bitches know me as a horny-ass freak Her mother wasn't raped; I ate her pussy while she was asleep Pissy drunk throwing up in a urinal (YOU FUCKING HOMO!) That's what I said up at my dad's funeral Chorus x2 (Eminem) That's why the city is filled with a bunch of fuckin' idiots still That's why the first motherfucker poppin' some shit, he gets killed That's why we don't call it "Detroit", we call it "Amityville" You can get capped after just having a cavity filled That's why they're crowned the murder capital still This ain't Detroit, this is motherfuckin' Hamburger Hill We don't do drive-bys; we park in front of houses and shoot And when the police come, we fuckin' shoot it out with them too That's the mentality here, that's the reality here Did I just hear somebody say they wanna challenge me here? While I'm holdin' a pistol with this many calibers here? Try some registration, it just made the shit valid this year? 'Cause once I snap, I can't be held accountable for my actions That's when accidents happen, when a thousand bullets come at your house And collapse the foundation around you when they found you and your family in it God damnit, admit it when he told you Chorus x2
typed by: cjhollow@leland.Stanford.EDU (dr.Dre) Yeah What up Detroit?
(Snoop) Nah Uh ah ah, oh no he didn't, AHH, they didn't do it again. Wha what,
wha what? You shit on these niggas two times Dr. Dre?
(Dre) Oh Fo Sho!
(snoop) Uh uh no! You smell dat dis is special right here. Wha what, what what,
what? It's a toast to the boogie baby...to tha boogie oogie oogie! Yeah ya KNOW?
What's cracking Dre
(DRE):
Jus let me lay back and kick some ol' simplistic pimp shit
on Slim's shit start riots like Limp Biskit, (LIMP BISKIT!!)
Throw on Guilty Conscience on concerts
and watch mosh pits til muthafuckas knock each other unconcsious.
Some of these crowds that Slim draws,
Is as rowdy as Crenshaw... Boulevard
When it's packed and full of cars.
Some of these crowds me and Snoop draw,
Is niggas from Crenshaw, from Long Beach to South Central (OH...girl screams)
Not these niggas again, grown ass ignorant men
Wit hair triggas again (shit)
You and what army, could harm me D-R-E
And Shady wit Doggy from Long Beach (snoop; EASTSIDE!)
We came a long way to making these songs play
It a be a wrong move ta stare at me tha wrong way
I got a long uz, an I carry it all day (blah..ah.ah..ah)
Sometimes it's like a nightmare, just being Andre
But I...
(Snoop):
Somehow someway...Hello Nigga.
You know about DAWGAY (ah)(Snoop Dogg!)
Now let me cut these niggas up
And show'em where tha fuck I'm comin from
I get tha party crackin wit tha shit that I be spittin son
Hit &Run. Get it Done. Get the Funds. Split and Run.
Got about 50 guns,and I love all of em' tha same
Bang Bang. Damn Baby girl what's yo name? (what's yo name)
I forgot. What'd you say it was? Damn a nigga buzzed (fucked up)
Hangin in tha club wit my nephew Eminem
(Snoop: What's up Eminem) What up cuz? (Em: What's up Snoop?)
The Great White American Hope
Done hooked up wit tha KING of the MUTHAFUCKIN West Coast BABY!
(Chorus):
(Nate Dogg):
And you really don't wanna fuck wit me
Only nigga that I trust is me
Fuck around and make me bust this heat (gunshot)
(Snoop): That's tha devil, they always wanna dance.
(X-hibit):
I'm tha head nigga in charge, I'm watching you move
Ya found dead in yo garage, wit 10 o'clock news...coverage
Gotta love it cuz I expose tha façade.
Your little lungs is too small to hotbox wit god.
All jokes aside come bounce wit us
Standing over you wit a 12 gauge about ta bust
It's like ashes to ashes and dust to dust
I might leave in a bodybag but never in cuffs
So who do you trust, they just not rugged enough
When things get rough I'm in tha club shootin wit Puff (gunshots)
BITCH PLEASE! You must have a mental disease
Assume tha position and get back down on ya knees C'MON(gunshots)
Chrous:
(Eminem):
(imitating Snoop):
Ahh No , Big Slim Dogg, 80 pound balls (Snoop: Wha?), dick six inch
long(Snoop:Hmm?)
Back up in tha Heesy(Snoop: Baby!) Baby, He's Shady
(snoop): He's so crazy!
Give me tha mic, let me recite to Timothy White
Pickets outside the Interscope offices everynight
What if he's right, And I'm just a criminal making a livin off tha world's
misery
What in the world gives me the right to say what I like
Walk around Flippin tha bird, livin tha ur-ban life like a White kid from tha
'burbs
Dreamin at night, and screamin at moms schemin ta leave
Run away from home and grow ta be as evil as me
I just want you all to notice me, and people ta see
That somewhere deep down, there's a decent human being in me
It just can't be found so tha reason you've been seeing this me
Cuz this is me now, tha recent dude who's been being this mean
So when you see me dressin up like a nerd on TV
Or heard tha CD, using tha fag word so freely
It's just me being me, Here you want me ta tone it down
SUCK MY FUCKIN DICK YOU FAGGOT, ya happy now?
Look here: (Impersonating Snoop)
I start some trouble everywhere that I go
Ask tha bouncers in tha club cuz they know
I start some shit they throw me out the back do'
Come back and shoot tha club up wit a fo' fo'
Chorus
(X-hibit)
2001 and forever Slim Shady...Dr. Dre...Snoop Dogg...X to tha Z...Nate
Dogg...C'mon yeah
typed by: thesnickerman@hotmail.com Yesterday I changed your diaper, wiped you and powdered you. How did you get so big, can't believe it, now your two Baby your so precious, daddy's so proud of you SIT DOWN, BITCH, IF YOU MOVE AGAIN I'LL BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF YOU.. Kim: OK!! Eminem: (Kim screaming) 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 Kim: (crying) Eminem: Oh, what's a matter Kim....am I too loud for you?? (Kim screaming) 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 it Kim, Look at your husband now,(kim: NOOO) I said look at him!!! He ain't so hot now is he? Little punk. Kim: Why are you doing this? Eminem: Shut the fuck up!!! Kim: You're drunk, You're never going to get away at this.. Eminem: You think I give a fuck! Come on..we're going’ for a ride bitch,(Kim: NOOOO) sit up front. Kim: why can't we just leave Haley alone....what if she wakes up? Eminem: We'll be right back......Well I will, you'll be in the trunk. Chorus 2x SO LONG BITCH YOU DID ME SO WRONG I DON'T WANNA GO ON LIVIN' IN THIS WORLD WITHOUT YOU Eminem: You really fucked me Kim, You really did a number on me, Never knew me cheatin' on you would come back to hunt me. But we was kids then Kim, I was only 18! That was years ago, I thought we wiped the slate clean That's fucked up!! Kim: I LOVE YOU. Eminem: OH GOD MY BRAIN IS RACIN! Kim: I LOVE YOU. Eminem: What are you doing, change the station......I HATE this song! Does this look like a big joke? Kim: NO...... Eminem: * There’s a 4 year old boy lyin’ dead with a slit throat.....in your living room.....HA HA........What you think I'm kiddin’ you (crying) You loved him didn't you? Kim: NO Eminem: BULLSHIT YOU BITCH DON'T FUCKING LIE TO ME.....(honk, honk)....What the fuck's this guy's problem on the side of me?......FUCK YOU ASSHOLE, YEAH BITE ME........KIM,KIIIM....why don't you like me?.....you think I’m ugly don't you. Kim: IT’S NOT THAT Eminem: no you think I’m ugly, get the fuck 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 FUCK COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME (Kim: sorry) HOW THE FUCK COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME! Chorus2x SO LONG BITCH YOU DID ME SO WRONG I DON'T WANNA GO ON LIVIN' IN THIS WORLD WITHOUT YOU Eminem: Come on get out. Kim: I can't I'm scared. Eminem: I said get out bitch! Kim: Let go of my hair....please don't do this baby...please...I love you...look we can just take Haley and leave Eminem: FUCK 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 member 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? Kim: yes.. Eminem: THAT WAS FUNNY WASN'T IT?!! Kim: YES!! Eminem: See, it all makes sense, doesn't it? You and your husband had a fight One of you tries to grab a knife, and during the struggle he accidentally gets his Adams apple sliced....And while this is goin’ on...his son just woke up, and he just walks in...She panics...and he gets his throat cut, 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 ya goin....get back here!!! You can't run from me Kim....It's just us...Nobody else! You're only makin’ this harder on yourself HA HA....GOTCHA!!!! (Kim screams)HHHAA.......GO AHEAD YELL HERE ILL SCREAM WITCHA......AH SOMEBODY HELP!!! Don't you get it bitch, no one can hear you? ...Now shut the fuck up and get what's comin to you......You were supposed to love me!!!!! (kim choking).....NOW BLEED BITCH BLEED....BLEED BITCH BLEED...BLEEEEEED!!!! Chorus 2x SO LONG.. BITCH YOU DID ME SO WRONG.. I DON'T WANNA GO ON.. LIVIN' IN THIS WORLD WITHOUT YOU..
typed by: thesnickerman@hotmail.com (Gibberish) 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 (Eminem) Two pills I pop, 'til my pupils swell up like two pennies I'm Clint Eastwood in his mid-20's 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 lightnin' Frightened with five little white Vicaden pills bitin' him I'm like a fuckin' wasp in the hospital, lost Stingin' the fuck out of everything I come across in the halls I light a candle and place it up on the mantle Grab a knife by the blade and stab you with the fuckin' handle So when you find yourself wrapped up in the blinds hurtin' (Bitch it's too late) 'Cause once you're hung from the drapes, it's "curtains" (Swifty McBay) I'm an instigator, three-eighty slug penetrator They bring creative murders to kill haters Accused for every crime known to the equator They knew I did it, for havin' blood on my gators My weed'll hit your chest like a double-barreled gauge'er I'm a black grenade that'll blow up in your face With a fifth in me, when I guzzle Henny I do shit on purpose You'll never hear me say "forgive me" I'm snatchin' every penny, it's gotta be that way Nigga face it, that weed I sold to you? Regate laced it You had it, I'll make the President get a face-lift Niggas just afraid, handin' me their bracelets Chillin' in the lab wasted I'm the type that'll drink Kaluha and Gin, and throw up on the mic Don't like this rule, you get socked right on sight And even at the Million Man March, we gonna fight Chorus: 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 fuck 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, set my preacher on fire Slash your tires, find out, thinkin' they're mine Plate's expired, so as soon as I'm hired, I'm fired Jackin' my dick off in a band of barbed wires "Hey, is Bizarre performing?" Bitch, didn't you read the flyer? Special invited guest will be Richard Pryor "Aren't you a male dancer?" Naw bitch, I'm retired, for fuckin' a 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 Lettin' the record skip - lettin' the record skip (reverse revolving of record) I'm fuckin' anything when I'm snortin' It's gonna cost $300 dollars to get my pit bull an abortion 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 are hoes, even my stinkin' ass moms (Caniver) Ayo flashback, two seats, too deep up in that asscrack Weed laced with somethin', nigga pass that And after then we go to hang out with hashrats At a Stop The Violence rally I blast gats, be it a mom or publishing Get your ass capped, the Caniver divider Yo cash that, run your motherfuckin' pockets ASAP, I don't need a platinum chain Bitch, I'll snatch Shaq's, born loser Half-thief and half-black Bring your boys and your guns, and get laughed at Bitch smack 'em, bitch rappers get ejac-jacked Found chopped-up in a trash bag (Dirty Harry) Stranglin' rappers to the point they can't yell 'Cause their crew is full of fags that're sweeter than bake sales Wreckless, come from behind and snatch your necklace Cruisin' and causin' more trouble than nine hoodlums I rattle your Adam's Apple until it crackles Run right past you, turn around, grab you and stab you Get executed, 'cause I'm a looney I got an adept mind, and it's polluted I cock it back then shoot it I love snatchin' up players, thugs, and young ballers Shoot up they household, even the young toddlers Brigades barricade to bring the noise Watch the bullets wrap your bones up like Christmas toys If I go solo, I'm doing a song with Bolo A big Chinese nigga, screamin' "Ihava yo-yo" I'll leave your face leakin' Run up in church and smack the preacher while he's preachin' Take a swing at the deacon (The Con Artist) I used to tell cats I sold weed and weight I was straight until I got caught sellin' em shaped I'm ignorant, with the intent to snatch your rent I got kicked out of summer camp for havin' sex in my tent While the superintendent thought up, my brain's out of order I've been a con artist since I was swimmin' in water And cahoots with this nigga named Fall Out Tom (?) 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 an advancement and run Ride by 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' niggas run up they funds Used to be the type of nigga that was full of some one's 'Til I met your fat mama, now I'm rollin' in dough Chorus Suck my motherfuckin' dick... D-12... Dirty motherfuckin' Dozen... Assed you like a snake slut bitch with 30 fuckin' husbands... Bizarre kid... Swifty McBay... The Con Artist... The Caniver... Dirty Harry... Haha, and Slim Shady...
A lot of people ask me... stupid fuckin 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 im actually gonna do it or that i believe in it well shit... if you believe that... then ill kill you...you know why? cuz im a CRIMINAL CRIMINAL you goddamn right... IMA CRIMINAL yeah ima a CRIMINAL my words are like a dagger with a jagged edge ill stab you in the head whether youre a fag or lez and a homosex? hermaph or a trans-it-vest pants undressed, hate fags? the answer's yes homophobic? nah youre just heterophobic starin at my jeans watchin my genitals buldge over thats my motherfuckin balls you better let go of em they belong in my scrotum youll never get hold of em 'hey its 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?' CMON RELAX GUY, I LIKE GAY MEN RIGHT KID? GIMME AN AMEN (amen!) please lord this boy needs jesus he almost tried to help us destroy these demons oh and please send me a brand new car and a prostitute, while my wife's sick in the hospital preacher preacher, 5th grade teacher you cant reach me, my mom cant either you cant teach me a goddamn thing cuz i watch tv and comcast cable you aint able to stop these thoughts you cant stop me from toppin these charts and you cant stop me from droppin these marks with a brand new cd for these fuckin retards and to think, its just little old me mr. dont give a fuck, still wont plea im a CRIMINAL everytime i write a rhyme these people thinks its a crime i tell em whats on my mind i guess im a CRIMINAL i dont gotta say a word i just flip em the bird and keep goin, no attention from no one im a CRIMINAL everytime i write a rhyme these people thinks its a crime i tell em whats on my mind i guess im a CRIMINAL i dont gotta say a word i just flip em the bird and keep goin, no attention from no one your mother did drugs,hard liquor, cigarettes, and speed the baby came out disfigured ligaments and knees it was a seed who would grow up just as crazy as she dont dare make fun of that baby cuz that baby was me im a CRIMINAL, an animal caged but turned crazed but how the fuck you supposed to grow up when you werent raised? soon as i got older and i got a lot taller my dick shrunk smaller but my balls got larger i drank more liquor, 'the fuck you want' quicker you wanna fuck me up for sayin the word nigger? my motives went (pfft) went the president got oral sex in his oval office on top of his desk harder and soon employed, dont ignore me you wont avoid me you cant miss me, im white, blonde hair and my nose is pointy im the bad guy who makes fun of people that die in plane crashes or last as long as it aint happenin to him slim shady im as crazy as eminem and kim combined replacin the doctor, cuz dre couldnt make it today hes a little under the weather so im takin his place (muffled talking) oh thats dre with an ak to his face dont make me kill him too and spray his brains all over the place i told you dre you shoulda kept that thing put away i guess that'll teach you not to let me play with it again im a CRIMINAL - <boss> alright look, just go up in that motherfucker and get the motherfucking money and get the fuck outta there <slim> aright <boss> ill be out here waitin on you <slim> alright <boss> oh em... <slim> what! <boss> dont kill nobody this time! <slim> ohhh! goddamn fuck this motherfuckin...(whistling)
oh how you doin?
<teller> hi <slim> I need to make a withdrawal put the fucking money and the bag bitch and i wont kill you <teller> oh my god (putting money in bag) <slim> im not gonna kill you <teller> please dont kill me, dont hurt me <slim> im not gonna fucking kill you, hurry the fuck up with the money *BLAM* <slim> thank you! - windows tinted on my ride when i drive in it cuz when i rob a bank, run out and just dive in it so help me, this guys in it and if anyone identifies the guy i hide for five minutes come back and shoot the eye witness fire at the private eye hired to pry in my business die bitches, bastards, rats, pests just puffy's lucky i didnt blast his ass yet! if i ever gave a fuck id shave my nuts suck my dick in between my legs and cluck you motherfucking chickens aint brave enough to say the stuff i say so this tape gets shut shit, half the shit i say i just make it up to make you mad, so kiss my white naked ass and if its not a rapper that i make it as ima be a fuckin rapist in a jason mask! im a CRIMINAL everytime i write a rhyme these people thinks its a crime i tell em whats on my mind i guess im a CRIMINAL i dont gotta say a word i just flip em the bird and keep goin, no attention from no one im a CRIMINAL everytime i write a rhyme these people thinks its a crime i tell em whats on my mind i guess im a CRIMINAL i dont gotta say a word i just flip em the bird and keep goin, no attention from no one (4x) |
