(kill kill kill)
Dahh-dum, dahh-dum.. dum
Dahh-dum, dahh-dum, duh-da-da-da-da
(kill kil
(kill kill kill)
Dahh-dum, dahh-dum.. dum
Dahh-dum, dahh-dum, duh-da-da-da-da
(kill kill kill)
Dahh-dum, dahh-dum.. dum
Dahh-dum, dahh-dum, dumm..
(kill kill kill)
Chorus
Mentally illll from amityvilllle (illll)
Accidentally killll your family stillll
Thinkin he wont? god-damnit he willll (hessss)
Mentally illll from amityvilllle
I get lifted and spin til Im half-twisted
Feet planted and stand with a grin full of chapped lipstick {*smack*}
Pen full of ink, think sinful and rap sick shit
Shrink pencil me in for my last visit
Drink gin til my chins full of splashed whiskers {*whoosh*}
Hash whiskey and ash til I slap bitches {*smack*}
Ask bizzy, hes been here the past six years
Mash with me youll get in imagine this
Chorus (x2)
[bizarre]
I fucked my cousin in his asshole, slit my mothers throat
{*ahhhhhhhh!*} guess who slim shady just signed to interscope?
My little sisters birthday, shell remember me
For a gift I had ten of my boys take her virginity
{*mmm mm mmm!*} and bitches know me as a horny ass freak
Their mother wasnt raped, I ate her pussy while she was sleep
Pissy-drunk, throwin up in the urinal (you fuckin homo!)
Thats what I said at my dads funeral
Chorus (x2)
[eminem]
Thats why the city is filled with a bunch of fuckin idiots still (still)
Thats why the first motherfucker poppin some shit he gets killed (killed)
Thats why we dont call it detroit, we call it amityville (ville)
You can get capped after just havin a cavity filled (filled)
Ahahahaha, thats why were crowned the murder capital still (still)
This aint detroit, this is motherfuckin hamburger hill! (hill!)
We dont do drivebys, we park in front of houses and shoot
And when the police come we fuckin shoot it out with them too!
Thats the mentality here (here) thats the reality here (here)
Did I just hear somebody say they wanna challenge me here? ? (huh? )
While Im holdin a pistol with this many calibres here? ? (here? ? )
Got some registration and just made this shit valid this year? (year? )
Cause once I snap I cant be held accountable for my acts
And thats when accidents happen,
When a thousand bullets come at your house
And collapse the foundation around and they found you
And your family in it
Got damnit he meant it when he tells you
Chorus (x2)
Dum, tahh-dum.. ta-dah-da
Dum, tahh-dum.. ta-dah-da
Dum, tahh-dum.. ta-dah-da
Dum, tahh-dum.. ta-dah-da
Dum, tahh-dum.. ta-dah-da
Dum, tahh-dum.. ta-dah-da
Dum, tahh-dum.. ta-dah-da
Dum, tahh-dum.. ta-dah-da
Dum..
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America! We love you! How many people
are proud to be citizens of this beautiful country
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.
Or so we're told.
(Yo I want everybody to listen to the words of this song)
I never would have 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 fucking army marchin in back of me.
So many lives I touched, so much anger aimed in no
particular direction, just sprays and sprays
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, reaching 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 sholved shit all my life and now I'm dumpin it on
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.
White America! I could be one of your kids.
White America! Little Eric looks just like this.
White America! Erica loves my shit, I go to TRL
look how many hugs I get.
Look at these eyes, baby blue, baby just like yourself,
if they were brown Shady lose, Shady sits on the shelf
but Shady's cute, Shady knew, Shady's dimples would help
make ladies swoon baby ooh baby! Look at my sales.
Let's do the math, if I was black I 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 to 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
for every white fan that he's got, like damn , we just swapped
sittin bck lookin at shit wow, I'm like, my skin is a startin to
my benifet now?
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.
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.
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 rooms I came, and kids flipped when they knew I was
produced by Dre, that's all it took and they were instantly
hooked right in, and they conncected with me too because
I looked like them. That's why they put my lyrics up under this
microscope, searchin with a fine tooth comb, it's like this rope
waitin to choke, 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, sponsers working around the
clock, to try to stop my concerts early, surely hip hop was never
a problem in Harlem only in Boston, after it bothered the fathers
of daughters startin to blossom, so now I'm catchin the flack from
these activists when they raggin, actin like I'm the first rapper to
smack a bitch and say faggot, shit, just look at me as your closest
pal, your posterchild, the motherfuckin spokesman now for
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.
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.
So to the parents of America, I am the derringer aimed at little Erica,
to attack the 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 and to burn the replace it
with a Parental Advisory sticker. To spit liquor in the face 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.
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Where's my snare, I have no snare in my headphones, there ya' go, yeah, yo', yo'...
Hav
Where's my snare, I have no snare in my headphones, there ya' go, yeah, yo', yo'...
Have you ever been hated or discriminated against, I have, i've been protested and demonstrated
against, picket signs for my wicked rhymes, look at the times, sick is the mind of the
motherfuckin' kid that's behind, all this commotion, emotions run deep as ocean's explodin',
tempers flaring from parents, just blow 'em off and keep goin', not takin' nothin' from no one,
give 'em hell long as i'm breathin', keep kickin' ass in the mornin', an' takin' names in the
evening, leave 'em with a taste as sour as vinegar in they mouth, see they can trigger me but
they'll never figure me out, look at me now, I bet ya' probably sick of me now, ain't you mama,
i'ma make you look so ridiculous now...
CHORUS
I'm sorry mama, I never meant to hurt you, I never meant to make you cry, but tonight i'm
cleanin' out my closet, {one more time}, I said i'm sorry mama, I never meant to hurt you, I
never meant to make you cry, but tonight i'm cleanin' out my closet...
I got some skeletons in my closet and I don't know if no one knows it, so before they thrown me
inside my coffin and close it, i'ma expose it, i'll take you back to '73, before I ever had a
multi-platinum sellin' Cd, I was a baby, maybe I was just a couple of months, my faggot father
must have had his pantie's up in a bunch, cause he split, I wonder if he even kissed me goodbye,
no I don't on second thought, I just fuckin' wished he would die, I look at Hailie and I
couldn't picture leavin' her side, even if I hated Kim, I grit my teeth and I'd try, to make it
work with her at least for Hailie's sake, I maybe made some mistakes but i'm only human, but i'm
man enough to face them today, what I did was stupid, no doubt it was dumb, but the smartest
shit I did was take them bullets out of that gun, cause id'a killed 'em, shit I would have shot
Kim and him both, it's my life, i'd like to welcome y'all to the Eminem show...
CHORUS
Now I would never diss 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'
through her purse and shits missin', going through public housing systems, victim of
Munchausen's syndrome, my whole life I was made to believe I was sick when I wasn't 'til I grew
up, now I blew up, it makes you sick to ya' stomach, doesn't it, wasn't it the reason you made
that Cd for me, ma, so you could try to justify the way you treated me, ma, but guess what, your
gettin' older now and it's cold when your lonely, and Nathan's growing up so quick, he's gonna
know that your phoney, and Hailie's getting so big now, you should see her, she's beautiful, but
you'll never see her, she won't even be at your funeral, see what hurts me the most is you won't
admit you was wrong, bitch, do your song, keep tellin' yourself that you was a mom, but how dare
you try to take what you didn't help me to get, you selfish bitch, I hope you fuckin' burn in
hell for this shit, remember when Ronnie died and you said you wished it was me, well guess
what, I am dead, dead to you as can be...
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A lot of people ask me.. stupid fuckin questions
A lot of people think that.. what I say
A lot of people ask me.. stupid fuckin questions
A lot of people think that.. what I say on records
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 God damn right
Im a criminal
Yeah, Im a criminal
My words are like a dagger with a jagged edge
Thatll stab you in the head
Whether youre a fag or lez
Or the homosex, hermaph or a trans-a-vest
Pants or dress - hate fags? the answers yes
Homophobic? nah, youre just heterophobic
Starin at my jeans, watchin my genitals bulgin (ooh!)
Thats my motherfuckin balls, youd 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, ken? give me an amen (aaa-men!)
Please lord, this boy needs jesus
Heal this child, help us destroy these demons
Oh, and please send me a brand new car
And a prostitute while my wifes sick in the hospital
Preacher preacher, fifth grade teacher
You cant reach me, my mom cant neither
You cant teach me a goddamn thing cause
I watch tv, and comcast cable
And you aint able to stop these thoughts
You cant stop me from toppin these charts
And you cant stop me from droppin each march
With a brand new cd for these fuckin retards
Duhhh, and to think, its just little ol me
Mr. dont give a fuck, still wont leave
Chorus
Im a criminal
Cuz every time I write a rhyme, these people think its a crime
To tell em whats on my mind - I guess Im a criminal
But I dont gotta say a word, I just flip em the bird
And keep goin, I dont take shit from no one
My mother did drugs - tar, liquor, cigarettes, and speed
The baby came out - disfigured, ligaments indeed
It was a seed who would grow up just as crazy as she
Dont dare make fun of that baby cause that baby was me
Im a criminal - an animal caged who turned crazed
But how the fuck you sposed to grow up when you werent raised?
So as I got older and I got a lot taller
My dick shrunk smaller, but my balls got larger
I drink malt liquor to fuck you up quicker
Than youd wanna fuck me up for sayin the word ...
My morals went thhbbpp when the president got oral
Sex in his oval office on top of his desk
Off of his own employee
Now dont ignore me, you wont avoid me
You cant miss me, Im white, blonde-haired
And my nose is pointy
Im the bad guy who makes fun of people that die
In plane crashes and laughs
As long as it aint happened to him
Slim shady, Im as crazy as em
-inem and kim combined - *kch* the maniacs in
Replacin the doctor cause dre couldnt make it today
Hes a little under the weather, so Im takin his place
(mm-mm-mmm!) 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 shouldve kept that thang put away
I guess thatll teach you not to let me play with it, eh?
Im a criminal
Aight look (uh huh) just go up in that motherfucker
Get the motherfuckin money and get the fuck up outta there
[em] aight
Ill be right here waitin on you
aight
Yo em
what? !
Dont kill nobody this time
awwright... God damn, fuck...
how you doin?
hi, how can I help you?
yeah I need to make a withdrawl
okay
put the fuckin money in the bag bitch
And I wont kill you!
what? oh my god, dont kill me
Im not gonna kill you bitch, quit lookin around...
dont kill me, please dont kill me...
I said Im not gonna fuckin kill you
Hurry the fuck up! {*boom*} thank you!
Windows tinted on my ride when I drive in it
So when I rob a bank, run out and just dive in it
So Ill be disguised in it
And if anybody identifies the guy in it
Ill hide for five minutes
Come back, shoot the eyewitness
Fire at the private eye hired to pry in my business
Die, bitches, bastards, brats, pets
This puppys lucky I didnt blast his ass yet
If I ever gave a fuck, Id shave my nuts
Tuck my dick inbetween my legs and cluck
You motherfuckin chickens aint brave enough
To say the stuff I say, so this tape is 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
(chorus 2x)
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Now everybody from the 313
Put your muthafuckin' hands up and follow me
Everybody from t
Now everybody from the 313
Put your muthafuckin' hands up and follow me
Everybody from the 313
Put your muthafuckin' hands up
Look Look
Now while he tries to stand tough
Notice that this man did not have his hands up
This free worlds got you gassed up
Now who's afraid of the big bad wolf
1, 2, 3 and to the 4
1 Pac , 2 Pac, 3 Pac, 4
4 Pac, 3 Pac, 2 Pac, 1
You're Pac, He's Pac, No Pac, None!
This guy aint no muthafuckin MC
I know everything he's got to say against me
I am white
I am a fuckin bum
I do live in a trailer with my mom
My boy Future is an Uncle Tom
I do got a dumb friend named Cheddar Bob
Who shoots himself in the leg with his own gun
I did get jumped by all 6 of you chumps
And Wink did fuck my girl
I'm still standin here screamin fuck tha free world!!
Don't ever try to judge me dude
You don't know what the fuck i've been through
But i know something about you
You went to Cranbrook that's a private school
What's the matter dawg? You embarrassed?
This guy's a gangsta but his real name's Clarence
And Clarence lives at home with both parents
And Clarence's parents have a real good marriage
This guy don't wanna battle he shook
Koz there aint no such thang as HALF WAY CROOKS!!
He's scared to death
He's scared to look in his fuckin yearbook fuck Cranbrook
Fuck the beat i go acapella
Fuck a Papa Doc, fuck a clock, fuck a trailer, fuck everybody
Fuck y'all if you doubt me
I'm a piece of fucking white trash, i say it proudly
And fuck this battle
I don't wanna win
I'm outty
Here tell these people sumin they dont know about me
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