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Eminem - The Death of Slim Shady (Coup de Grâce) Album Lyrics



Eminem - The Death of Slim Shady (Coup de Grâce) Lyrics






Renaissance

With balls, in his durag, he sags, fearin' no man
He stands, pen in his hand like Edward Scissorhands
Will slice competition and just goes about his business
Anyone who knows about him knows about his shindig
Shenanigans, and all his wacky antics in the papers
Shady's danglin' a baby tangled in a blanket, stranglin'
Him, hangin' him over the railing by the ankles on some gangster shit
Child endangerment, dark brain arcane, but it Mark Twainin' it
You aren't tamin' it, sharp pain in the heart
Aimin' a bar, chamber to carve names in it
Start sprayin' and start ravin' on beats, stark ravin' it
You're at arm's length, you're in harm's way of it
'Bout to show your ass why I'm still a pain in it
You wanna know how I do it? I can't explain this shit
Mechanic's brain with a pinch of Big Daddy Kane in it
But I can show you the ropes 'til you get the hang of it
Elephantiasis of the nuts, element
Of Intelligent Hoodlum, Arrested Development
Cella Dwellas and Wise Intelligent, since elementary
Through Hell I went, accelerant from lack of melanin
Failin' in school, smart eloquent
Help me to rebel against shit, so well and bent
So eloquently, yet, I was irrelevant
Soon as I quit givin' a f*ck, I started to sell a bit
Now let's travel inside the mind of a hater
'Cause I don't see no fans, all I see's a bunch of complainers
"Kendrick's album was cool, but it didn't have any bangers
Wayne's album or Ye's, couldn't tell you which one was lamer
Joyner's album was corny, Shady's new shit is way worse
Everything is either too tame or there's too much anger
I didn't like the beat, so I hated Might Delete Later"
You nerdy pricks would find somethin' wrong with 36 Chambers
It's what they do to the greats
Pick apart a Picasso and make excuses to hate
So you can wait for your flowers until you're blue in the face
Stupid, you ain't gonna get 'em until your funeral, wait (hm)
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Writer: Marshall Mathers, Luis Resto
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Habits

[ Featuring White Gold ]

Been waitin' a long time for this shit (ah)
Long time no see (ah)
Thought you got rid of my ass, huh? (Let me go, you sick f*ck)
Alright, here's what we're gonna do (piece of shit)
You take this (no)
Or I put a bullet between your f*cking eyes (I don't wanna)
Here (f*ck no)
Then we'll split it (no)

Half an Ativan, I'm drivin' straight at a van
In a black sedan, fast as I can
In Pakistan gettin' chased by a pack of Stans
You know how I roll, bitch (what?), I'm an avalanche
This my shit, I'm gonna spit it how I wanna spit it
Whoever gets offended, suck a dick and f*ck a critic
'Bout to get retarded on this motherf*ckin' shidit
"You can't say retarded," shut up, midget (the f*ck?)
And we've been tryna break the habit of sayin' any R words (yeah)
But I'm still an addict, so it's getting harder (ah)
Been callin' bitches "hoes" since a kindergartner
This is Jimmy Carter, now I'm kitty-cornered (what?)
Sittin' in PC court with a shitty lawyer (shit), like damn

You got an addiction, man (ah)
I know you can't get rid of me forever
'Cause you know that I'm prescription, man
Goddamn, I miss you, Slim (woo)
You got an addiction, man
I know you can't get rid of me forever
'Cause you know that I'm prescription, man
Next time, I'll be in your vein (yeah)

Was just a kid from Detroit who knew how to destroy the booth
And had a point to prove (yeah), and I'm missin' (what?)
Venomous, still I poison youth, sentences (yeah)
I'm pennin' art just to toy with you
Which is a joy to do, Slim is just (what?)
A lyricist here to voice his true sentiments (yeah), got the women pissed
And it seems like men are just (what?) off growing a huge clitoris (pussies)
Yeah, I probably annoyed a few feminists
I reminisce on them blowing a fuse over my points of views
Still I'm devoid of two shits to give (yeah)
My thinkin' is primitive
But when it comes to givin' it to anybody, boy, is Bruce generous (Marshall)
And I'm 'bout as much of boy as Bruce Jenner is (damn)
'Cause I'm not a boy, I'm a man, bitch, man-bitch (ha-ha)
My speech is free as his choice to choose gender is (man)
This shit is like opioid abuse, isn't it? (yup)

You got an addiction, man
I know you can't get rid of me forever
'Cause you know that I'm prescription, man
Goddamn, I miss you, Slim (woo, uh)
You got an addiction, man
I know you can't get rid of me forever
'Cause you know that I'm prescription, man
Next time, I'll be in your veins

There's times when I lay down to sleep I argue with myself
Am I the only one who thinks it's weird? Do I need help?
Just a little bit, no, a lot of it, I really, really gotta quit
Something's wrong with me, my God, old habits die hard

Look at you
What's the matter with you people?
You're sad that people are mean?
Well, I'm sorry, the world isn't one big liberal arts college campus
F- you, you're all pricks

Mom shaming, dad shaming (ah), yeah
Fat shaming (what?), man-splaining, blah (pfft)
Cry babies attack Shady, wah
Mad 'cause they can't tame me (get it)
Here come the censors (look out), like the Avengers
And they assemble like Prince and then turn
A word like "ginger" into the N-word
All these pronouns (ah) I can't remember (damn)
They or them, theirs? (Who?) His or him, hers? (Ah)
Into them girls who bought tits to get attention
Then get hit on by ugly men who are (creep)
Not in your league, so you pretend you're a victim
And me-too 'em (ah), outraged, how fake? (What?)
Nowadays, some gals, they (what?) just clout-chase (yeah)
Look at me with sour grapes and your brow raised
Bitch, you ain't about head (what?), about face (woo)
Little white, middle-age, upper-middle-class
With a glass of wine and your cigarette
Bitch, get off the internet (yeah)
You ain't even fed your kids dinner yet (still)
Parental discretion, mental aggression, my head's a Smith & Wesson
You're messin' with a lethal weapon, like an evil stepdad
I got an infrared like the ginger stepkid who pissed the bed
I do this shit in jest and it's just a messin' up with your head
And if men wanna wear lipstick and women's underwear
Who cares? Their shit is their business, now bear witness
Beware, bitches, the Blair Witch on you scared bitches
I'm surreptitious (what?) on square business
Just attacked my therapist with a pair of scissors like "Merry Christmas"
Dressed as a Hare Krishna, terrorist with a hair trigger (woo)
But with these buttons I'm always pushing (yeah), pain I'm always inflicting (what?)
Protestors outside the Shady offices livid (yeah)
It'll make you think that you had the game on lock 'til they pick it (trick it)
Only way for me to explain it is I'm conflicted (what?)
Walkin' on eggshells, like if I take it too far, is this it? (Yeah)
Part of me gets it and wants to say I'm sorry and fix it (I'm so-)
So all my statements are basically contradictive (what?)
Like using the F-word for gay is wrong and offensive (what?)
And insensitive as if me sayin' the R-word isn't (wait)
Wait a minute, which R-word? Rape or retarded, midget? (Not cool, guys)
Would this rhyme be okay if South Park had did it? (Okay, screw you guys)
Would it make you less angry if Cartman spit it? (Goddammit)
And as far as what I just stated, regarding midgets
You'll probably think I'll just say that I'm playin', I'm not, I meant it (yeah)
Swear to God I see one of them little f*ckers come at me
I'll pick it up by its legs and drop it and kick it
"Marshall, you're wicked, face it, you are addicted" (I know)
But they gon' do me the same as DaBaby with all of this shit (why?)
Chappelle and Colin, they're callin' Shady misogynistic
While raisin' three daughters, two graduated from college with honor
Summa cum laude, my sense of humor is probably twisted
It's painfully obvious-tic

You got an addiction, man
I know you can't get rid of me forever
'Cause you know that I'm prescription, man
Goddamn, I miss you, Slim (woo, hey)
You got an addiction, man
I know you can't get rid of me forever
'Cause you know that I'm prescription, man
Next time, I'll be in your veins (haha)

I'm just playin', little people, you know I love you
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Writer: Marshall Mathers, Luis Resto, L. Krakm, Bobby Yewah
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Trouble

Alright, here, drink this
What is it?
Shut up and drink it
No
I said drink it, bitch
The f*ck? (Haha)
The f*ck are you tryin' to do? Get us cancelled (ayo)

F*ck blind people (what?), and deaf people suck (stop, yeah)
So do cripples (no), dumb quadriplegic f*cks
With Christopher Reeve's luck (whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa) Shady, Jesus, what the f*ck?
Oh, here comes Marshall to try to clean this up (shut up)
What's the matter, Marshall? Your penis tucked?
Aw, the big bad rapper just get his feewings hurt?
Let me go, you bitch, huh, or what, genius, huh?
You're gonna cancel me, yeah? Gen-Z me, bruh?
Little pussy, what's wrong? Thought you was dreaming, huh?
When you gonna realize that we f*ckin' need each other?
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Writer: Marshall Mathers, Farid Karam Nassar, Dwayne Abernathy
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Brand New Dance

Get up
Everybody on the dance floor, come on
That means you too, Chris
Haha

Well, it's Friday night, no date for the prom
Just got caught jackin' off by your mom
Suspended from school for settin' off the alarm
Kim Jong keep screamin' he gon' drop the bomb
But anyway, every day is the same old shiddit
Room lookin' like a tornado hit it
Try to explain, your parents, they don't get it
Time to hit you with a funky dope rhythm
Let it roll, if you ready, we gon' start the show
Everybody in the world, all across the globe
You can feel it in your head down to your toes
Dance until you're wheelchair bound, here we go
Yeah, horseback, little do-si-do
Little bit of soul mixed with some rodeo
Everybody in the world's gonna laugh to this
Shit, I'll probably end up crippled after this, come on

Clap your hands and stomp your feet
Everybody join together
Can you feel the funky beat?
Everywhere you see people laughing and
Dancing in the street
On the count of three, everybody do
The Christopher Reeves
One, two, three, follow me

Superman, Batman, Spider-Man
Slipped, fell, landed in a garbage can
Shit, hell, damn it, I can hardly stand
But I get it crackin' like no one in the party can
Give me a beat, I'll show you all a brand new dance
All I need is a stretcher and an ambulance
Now stand back, kids, don't try this at home
Chi-boom, kick-boom, ooh, ah-oh
It's a brand new craze and it's sweepin' the nation
Anything else is a cheap imitation
Just make sure that you videotape it
You can only do it once 'fore the people go apeshit
It's a crowd favorite, a party pleaser
It's better than shake of a grand mal seizure
So next time that you see grandma, tease her
And roll up with a fresh set of wheels all greased up

Clap your hands and stomp your feet
Everybody join together
Can you feel the funky beat?
Everywhere you see people laughing and
Dancing in the street
On the count of three, everybody do
The Christopher Reeves
One, two, three, follow me

If your arms, legs, feet, and your hands are numb
You've fallen and you can't get up
It's a brand new dance, this is my Chris anthem, I'm
Givin' Chris Reeves his chrysanthemums

I'ma have everybody jumpin' to this
Caitlyn Jenner in the front row pumpin' her fists
With a simple little twist and a flick of the wrist
A little snap of the neck and a slip of the disc
You just pull up a chair and grab a seat
And clap your hands and stomp your feet
Or stomp your hands and clap your feet
Flop around 'til you lookin' like a slab of meat
You put your left foot back, your right in front
Tip your head back, let it touch your butt
'Til you feel a lil' pop, like what the f*ck?
Motherf*ck, f*ck a duck, what the f*ck? I'm stuck
So, party people, are you with me? What's the deal?
If you real, grab your chair up by the wheel
If you wanna feel just like the Man of Steel
Windmillin' on a million banana peels, come on

Clap your hands and stomp your feet
Everybody join together
Can you feel the funky beat?
Everywhere you see people laughing and
Dancing in the street
On the count of three, everybody do
The Christopher Reeves
One, two, three, follow me (woo, woo)

Good morning, Eminem
Or Marshall, as others have informed me
Christopher Reeves here
You had better not talk behind my back
Or I will kick your ass the minute I'm out of this chair
Watch yourself, Marshall
I'm watching you
Ah, holy shit
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Writer: Marshall Mathers, Luis Resto
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Evil

Woke up with an attitude today
Not in the mood to play (nah)
Might start a feud with Dre (yeah)
And ask him to shoot the fade (what you wanna do?)
All I do is spray, spew the hate while I fuel the flames
Who to blame for my screwed-up brain?
You could say, in the booth, I'm A-human A-to-the-K (aw)
Hailie, look at them two little beautiful (yeah)
Pewter gray poodles, how cute are they? (The f*ck?)
Well, looks like them pooches are screwed today (I'm)
Stuck in my ruthless ways (yep), and I refuse to change (yep)
Nothin' to lose or gain (nope), guess I just choose to stay

Evil (yeah), I'm so evil
Rotten to the core, a f*ckin' twisted cerebral
I'm so evil, so evil
It's obvious that I am not like other people
'Cause I'm evil, I'm so evil
Rotten to the core, a f*ckin' twisted cerebral
I'm so evil, so evil
It's obvious that I am not like other people (yeah)

My medicine cabinet's big enough to fit a cab in it
Tablets, I split like half of this capsule, it's travelin' like a javelin
Through my abdomen, my stomach's unravelin'
Might end up havin' Slim say some shit you feel f*cked up for laughin' at, yeah
And I'm phenomenal at it (what?), and that's problematic (what?)
But if y'all fanatics (huh?), maybe I'm your habit (yeah)
And I got all the dope (what?) too, send me all them addicts (get 'em all)
And watch me shoot 'em up (pew-pew) like semi-automatics (come on)
Slim snaps like a chin-strap
Had my share of lows, yeah, now I'm the exact (what?)
Opposite, just like a prostitute when she's gettin' smacked (now)
Pimp slaps, only way I'm hittin' my bottom, bitch (yeah, take 'em back)
I was five when they tried to say I stuck a live grenade
Up inside of a microwave, I behave like a child, ayy
Even when stakes are high as the price of an angus, I filet
By the way, I think I just gave Skylar Gray Hepatitis A (ew)
But when it's sink-or-swim, I just say, "It's not me, it's him" (sorry)
There's a demon who's deep within
All I need is MD, or weed, or Henny, or Jim Beam, or Remy, or Seagram's Gin
Just to get underneath your skin, I would like you to meet my twin

Evil, I'm so evil
Rotten to the core, a f*ckin' twisted cerebral
I'm so evil, so evil
It's obvious that I am not like other people
'Cause I'm evil, I'm so evil
Rotten to the core, a f*ckin' twisted cerebral
I'm so evil, so evil
It's obvious that I am not like other people (look it up, yeah)

Holy shit, Cait' Jenner just flipped (yo)
Told me knock this shit off and quit, and get off her dick (damn)
And I've had a bad day, I just slapped Dre
Do not tell me what I can't say (why?), that's gay (what's wrong with that?)
And not the good kind of gay either (What?)
Where two men f*ck each other and hate beaver (whoa)
What the f*ck? Wait, we've established I'm straight, see, the (no)
Way they try to make me the devil, the atheist (oh)
Shit can get a lot worse, these are my first thoughts, Johnny Walker, this my third shot (yeah)
And I don't stop 'til the shots heard, pops for blocks, got the Mossberg cocked (what?)
Couple choppers, two Glocks, a 2Pac shirt, doctors, and boxers dropped
Lookin' awkward as I walk into Oxford (stop, the f*ck?)
So much ammunition, I sweat lead
And just bought you a new bedspread for your deathbed (haha)
And I just got it made like Special Ed said
Word to Redman, I'm a meth-head
Used to get fed pet meds by my redneck stepdad
'Til I beat his ass to death with a cassette deck (ah)
So much bloodshed that when he bled from his head gash (yeah)
It's kinda like I'm a bookworm (huh?)
'Cause I ain't stoppin' 'til everything gets read
Call this sex ed with a splash of necrophilia (what?)
'Cause when I say that I'm really the evilest, I'm f*ckin' deadass (I'm f*ckin' deadass, haha)
Maybe what I need now more than likely's a psych eval'
Mama, how do you like me now? (Huh?)
Are you proud of me yet, Debbie? (Huh?) I done turned my whole life around
But I think I'm just like you now because I turned out so f*ckin'

Evil, I'm so evil
Rotten to the core, a f*ckin' twisted cerebral
I'm so evil, so evil
It's obvious that I am not like other people
'Cause I'm evil, I'm so evil
Rotten to the core, a f*ckin' twisted cerebral
I'm so evil, so evil
It's obvious that I am not like other people
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Writer: Marshall Mathers, Don Cannon, Kevin Gomringer, Luis Resto, Tim Gomringer
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




All You Got

Man, why you doin' this?
'Cause you owe me
How?
'Cause I gave you everything
What?
And what did you do? You walked away from me
Yeah, but-
You were too f*ckin' blind to see I was good for you
I made you, you were nothin' 'til you found me
How many times you tried to kill me?
I always come back
You can't outgrow me, you can't outthink me
I'm all you got
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Writer: Marshall Mathers, Luis Resto
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Lucifer

[ Featuring Sly Piper ]

The coup de grâce is the final shot
Right between the eyes
Also known (haha) as the kill shot (people, yeah)
Something to stop the pain (woo, it feels so good to be bad)
Huh, bad
Alright, here we go, alright, I'ma start this, I got it

Before I get banned, kicked off Twitter
And TikTok 'cause they so damn ticked off, bitter
They want me to bounce (like what?) like a fabric softener
We just got rid of Ye, go kick rocks with him (ayy)
But Dre on beats with the white-faced blondie on the mic
Is like (what?) havin' Steady B and Cool C in the ride
Like we rap and did a little bank robbery on the side
So they want beef, we can make like Bonnie and collide
Haters can meet the same exact fate as my dad, wait
Least he didn't miss me graduate (okay, yeah, great)
But, mom, do I still act eight?
Uh, maybe a little, Debbie (what?) like a snack cake (slut)

But if this is what he do to his mom
Imagine what he'd do to you, I'm a lunatic armed
And if it's you I use to clip on, for you to respond
Is ludicrous, ma, look at what your uterus spawned, Lucifer

Must be a cold day in Hell (yeah), tell me, what have we done? (Whoa)
Take me out my misery
I bought Heaven when it was up for sale and now I need a refund, bae
(Yeah, wait, what the f*ck? Where'd I put my-)

I think someone messed with my meds probably (yo, who took my-)
I bet it's my ex, Molly, that I've bludgeoned to death
Already severed the head, I smell the fresh scent of flesh rotting
So it's breakfast in bed if I wake up next to a dead body (ah)
Multiple lacerations, contusions, abrasions, bruises
Hallucinations, delusions, abusive, my language usage
They lose it when Dre produced it, as soon as he plays the music
It's lunacy, treat the beat like a choice, Shady chews it
Now all I see is dollar signs, losers
Bitch, I was in them trenches like them Columbine shooters (like them Columbine shooters)
I was down bad, broke, and almost abandoned hope (now what?)
Now my followers are like a Satanic cult (what?)
Yeah, they listen to me like when Manson spoke (shh)
They say I don't know struggle no more, that's a joke (haha)
Bitch, the f*ckin' elevator in my mansion's broke (see?)
I have to walk like half a block to get a can of Coke (damn)
And Candace O, I ain't mad at her (ah)
I ain't gon' throw the fact bitch forgot she was Black back at her
Laugh at her like them crackers she's backin' after her back is turned
In a cute MAGA hat with her brand-new White Lives Matter shirt (haha, nope)
Or say this MAGA dirtbag in a skirt
Just opened the biggest can of worms on the whole planet Earth
Call her "Grand Wizard" (yeah), "Klandace" (haha), or "Grand Dragon," or
Like the national anthem, I won't stand for the tramp (why?)
But I can't diss her 'cause my plans are to get in her pants
And I'll blow my chance if I answer back to her
My shit is like taking Deborah Mathers at her word
Yeah, I'm that absurd, we had a spat, then afterwards
We squashed the beef like a hamburger patty, or should I say gigantic turd?
'Cause I put that shit to bed like Amber Heard at a Mattress Firm (slut)

But if this is what he do to his mom (pfft)
Imagine what he'd do to you (ha), I'm a lunatic armed
And if it's you I use to clip on, for you to respond
Is ludicrous, ma, look at what your uterus spawned, Lucifer

This must be a cold day in Hell (yeah), tell me, what have we done? (Whoa)
Take me out my misery
I bought Heaven when it was up for sale and now I need a refund, bae (yeah)

So whether you friend or you are foe (whoa)
Far as bars go, even f*ckin' retards know (yeah)
That as far as smoke with me, I don't think it'd be smart, so (whoa)
Might as well go lookin' for smoke with Lamar, bro (yeah, yeah)
But, Marshall
You're gettin' more perverse every time you record a verse and
It's like you came from 2000, stepped out a portal, cursin'
Hurlin' horrible slurs towards the world and
Why can't you make fun of people behind their backs like a normal person?
But when you reach these heights, freedom of speech dies (what?)
With every line that I recite, them PC police try
To throw me in jail with no bail like a peace prize
For all of them years (what?), they reduced me to tears (yeah)
Tried to shrink me to pea-sized, only to see my (what?)
Self-esteem rise, now these are my replies (mm)
They made me eat shit (shit), I fed it back to 'em three times (yeah)
Stepfather's the only (what?) one I ever been beat by (ha)
Squeeze mics like Burmese py- (yeah)
'Thons (yeah), here's for each time (what?)
You sleep on the flow (what?), ho, you hear these strings climb (yeah)
You reap what you sow (so what?), so first I must weave rhymes (yeah)
So seamlessly, then I'ma leave eyes
In a state of disbelief, my
Genius is a trait, so the gap's in our genes, right? (Haha, the gap)
At least that's what it seems like
And I'm Lucifer and Dre's the producer for the antichrist
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Writer: Marshall Mathers, Andre Young, Andreas Holten, Hans Van Hemert, Luis Resto, S. Jordan, Thomas Cheval
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Antichrist

[ Featuring Bizarre ]

Marshall, he's the antichrist
He will slice and-
The devil came to Michigan (oh, shit)
F*ck
F*ckin' PC police
F*ck

Gen Z, here they come now (now)
'Bout to unload rounds (brrt)
Pronouns (shit)
Got me like, "whoa now" (whoa)
Homie, let's slow down (chill)
No need to get so wound (man)
Ready to throw down (yo)
If I mispronounce (thee, them)
Woops (sorry), oh, wow
Got heterosexuals crammin' 'em down our throats now (he, she, they, them)
Like I'm gettin' snow-plowed, my humor's too low-brow (yup)
Yeah, so there's no doubt (nope), you 'bout to get grossed out (ugh)
But f*ck it though, somebody needs to come and hit the reset button
Back to 2003 'cause how did we get stuck in
This woke BS? I'm tryna make it regress, f*ck 'em
And I don't regret nothin' that's 'bout to be said, so f*ck it, we can keep headbuttin'
Still a grade-A prick, bet the same way (but)
Cobain put the gauge to his brain, I'm goin' out with a bang, ayy (yeah)
Dang, Dre
Look at what you made me do, maybe you the one they should blame, they
Say they wish that I wasn't so angry (yeah)
Don't wanna see me goin' off the deep end like Ye, ayy (no, nah)
Rather see me do like Kim Kardashian, they say (yeah, yeah)
And find a way to get rid of all of this rage, ayy (haha)
But if you wonder why is Marsh considered the harshest spitter (why?)
'Cause I can spit a bar that is a
Cross between Nas and GZA, Biggie Smalls, and RZA
So hard, Megan Thee Stallion and Nicki Minaj'll scissor (cut it out)
You're still the press's wet dream (yeah)
Too many head shrinks (oh)
My head thinks foul, I've said things when jesting
They should arrest me for my testis (ah)
The biggest in the South, West, East, North and catch be (ah)
Havin' 'em swept clean with extreme links
And steps being took to suppress things (why?)
Try not to get seen
With Ben Affleck, me and Seth Green hangin' on to the left wing
Of Jeffrey Epstein's jet screamin', "Hey, don't forget me" (haha)
Shady as Bill, takin' the pill and putting it in your soft drink (ah)
Something's off and I don't know what the cause be (yeah)
But it's obvi', this water I'm in is scalding
Ominous thoughts creep in my head and it's not me
They brainwashed me (Marshall, Marshall)
And that's all she wrote, yeah, that's why they call me

Marshall, he's the antichrist
He will slice and dice
Men, women, and children (one more time, come on)
His name is Marshall, he's the antichrist
He will slice and dice
Whores, men, women, and children (yeah)

Knock, knock (who's there?), boo (boo who?)
Hey, why you cryin', shorty? Ew, 'cause I boo'd you (whoa)
Well, bitch, I'm tryna get some head up in this Subaru
But you have no clue what you're doin', do you?
You fall asleep or somethin'? Hello, yoo-hoo
Wake up, fake slut, I'm out of here, screw you
What, did you drop dead in my lap? You call that head?
I suck my dick better than you do, haha
Yeah, I'm sick like the terminally ill (what?)
But more like sick as in the term "mentally ill"
Antichrist, how come you can't be nice?
Like who's talkin', dog, like Brian from Family Guy (huh)
But who else is as pitiless, actually witty and crass, hideous
Ghastly, and insidious as me, or spitting as nasty?
Next idiot ask me is getting his ass beat worse than Diddy did
But on the real, though (what?)
She probably ran out the room with his f*ckin' dildo (come here)
He try to field goal punt her, she said to chill (no)
Now put it back in my ass and get the steel toe (ew, ah, the f*ck? Yeah)
Nightmares goin' Freddy on me
'Cause they steady haunt me (yeah)
Shady's bad to the core, but look at the bread he got me (bread)
Complete lack of remorse, so they've come at me before, but they won't ever stop me
But f*ck the back and the forth until I'm dead and rotting
Head is probably whacked and it's warped like Jack Kevork'
Performin' sexual acts with a corpse
If they don't like it like a necrophiliac in the morgue (what?), f*ck everybody (haha, yeah)
I don't appeal to you, you was one of them children whose (what?)
Parents fed every meal to you on a platter and silver spoon
I am a product of what Farina and powdered milk'll do (what?)
To your drive when them rappers like Jada bring out the Will in you (woo)
'Cause now my shit slaps harder than Will'll do, word to Gorilla Glue (why?)
I don't need sticky fingers to steal on you (nah)
Lyrical killer who punish you, every syllable sonnin' you
Your hides, I tanned 'em like bicycles built for two
Stickin' a clip in the Uz' that I've been itchin' to use, lookin' like Nikolas Cruz
My trigger's happy, it's ticklish, true, Travis Bickle 'em too, we gettin' rude
This shit'll go sideways like your tippin' a canoe, bitch, I'm sick as the flu
How the f*ck are you gonna fit in my shoes? Look at my views, all the shit I've been through
So, sympathy, I don't have any for you, stickin' it to all you idiots who
Take my lyrics a little bit too literal, you can all suck on my dick and if you
Don't wanna get ripped, better get the f*ck back, bitch, I'm here to do what Dre sent me to do (what?)
That's sinfully get to spitting this shit, devil in me and I do his bidding, his name is

Marshall, he's the antichrist
He will slice and dice
Sluts, whores, men, women, and children (one more time, what's my name?)
His name is Marshall, he's the antichrist
He will slice and dice
Skanks, sluts, whores, men, women, and children

You wanna dance with the devil, dance with the devil, dance with the devil
You wanna dance with the devil, dance with the devil, dance with the devil
You wanna-

(I ain't goin' nowhere)
It's about to get scary, Bizarre (I'm still here, ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy)
It's about to get dark

Guess who's back (yeah), straight out the gutter (me)
With a dirty rubber, plus my homeless mother (f*ck her)
Where Bruce Jenner at? I wanna f*ck that ho (where she is?)
Where is Megan Thee Stallion at? I wanna suck that toe (mwah)
Twenty years in, shit, I'm past addiction (uh-huh)
I'm at CVS, tryna find my past prescription
My dad didn't listen, I passed the mission
F*ckin' a tranny on IG Live, that was a bad decision (haha, that was f*cked up)
My rent due, my girl need an abortion (what you gon' do? What?)
Sell them Eminem Jordans (I did, haha)
All gas, butt-naked, all ass
Tryna get on Hailie Jade's podcast (why not?)
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Writer: Marshall Mathers, Luis Resto, Rufus Johnson, Shane Webb
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Fuel

[ Featuring JID ]

Smoking trees, I'm ridin' 'round
Come to my side of town
Lately, it's been goin', goin', goin', goin', goin' down (look, uh, look)

All of my niggas gon' ride with it
In the pocket, the rocket like Kelly mom
Mama told me the power was in the tongue
But it probably ain't powerful as a gun
All of you little cowards get devoured, I'm givin' out flowers to anyone
I ain't been out the house in a minute 'cause I ain't wit' it if the money is miniature
I been mindin' my business, I'm business-mindin'
I been spendin' some time with the minister
'Cause them niggas spinnin' shit and still sinnin' in the City of God and it's sinister
Try to pray and repent in a synagogue or a mosque, a temple, a church
Them brown skin's seen many niggas hurtin'
And murder's a common courtesy, for certainly
R.I.P. D on the shirt, search, lurk, murk, squirt, durk, first (forty-eight)
My nigga doin' four plus eight without a court date
Talked the other day, he say he doin' okay
He good, he gainin' weight, then got a sharp shank
He made, he say they played, they gotta partake
Homie got a heart full of hate and a face full of war paint
Eyes all red, full of rage and it's hard to escape from a dark place
East side niggas from the A, niggas all ages
Tryna sell a pound of the dog cage
All the OGs 'round town was our age
Danger, sex, and drugs, X and R rated
Danger, sex, and drugs, shit be outrageous
But don't get this shit f*cked up, my boy
Ya lucked up once then ya doubled up
I dribble and pass it to the cup and triple-double it
Get to the basket, get the cash and cuddle up
Cover up, bundle up, batter up (batter up)
Um, talk a lot of smack and now go back it up
Shawty wanna shag, wanna shack it up
I can put a pussy on the platter like a platypus
Nappy head, nigga, hair natted up
I said, "Barbara," a nigga tatted up
I won't argue, nigga mad as f*ck
'Cause I ain't compatible, I'm finna catapult
But niggas know it's goin' down, down, down, down, do-do-do-

If I run out of fuel
I won't, what the f*ck y'all gon' do
If I don't run out of fuel?
Down, down, down, down, do-do-do- (run out of fuel)
That scares the f*ck out of you

For a couple decades (brrt)
Been lettin' this TEC spray (brrt)
From that day that I met Dre (brrt)
So you liable to catch strays (brrt)
From the second you press play (what?)
I suggest they (what?)
Do not test like an essay (why?)
'Cause like where my homies out west stay (yeah)
We can just say (what?)
I'm like a R-A-P-E-R (yeah)
Got so many S-As (S-As), S-As (huh)
Wait, he didn't just spell the word, "Rapper" and leave out a P, did he? (Yep)
R.I.P., rest in peace, Biggie
And Pac, both of y'all should be living (yep)
But I ain't tryna beef with him (nope)
'Cause he might put a hit on me like Keefe D did him
And that's the only way you're gonna be killing me (nah)
Ain't gonna be on no beat, silly (yeah)
I beat the beat silly, on the grind like teeth gritting
Call me, "Obesity" (why?)
You think it's over? Wait, it's just beginning
Diss me and it ain't gonna be pretty (nah)
Used to be ye tall then I grew a little each day 'til I became God
Like James Todd, now your arms are too short to beat K-Rod
Indeed, they small like DJ Paul (woo)
My new Benz better than your truck by far
Bitch, suck my balls
You either smoke crack or you're playin' stick ball in the street
'Cause you must be on base if you're thinkin' you can touch my car (yeah)
But if the whole world was out to get you (what?)
It'd turn you to a powder keg too
Kyle Rittenhouse, spittin' rounds, the TEC shoots (look out, like, "Brrt")
And that ain't no sound effect (woo)
Neither was that, SIG Sauer lets loose
I don't condone gun violence at schools (nah)
But I can't get these voices out my head (hey, let's go, one, two)
They're putting words in my mouth like alphabet soup
Got the most content on the continent
And constant compliments give me confidence (I'ma)
Across the common sense and incompetence (uh)
Incognizant, the conflict's are consequence
Of accomplishments that conference through competish
If conquered done conked him into unconsciousness
Through conscious, I conjure that
King Kong had just called me, "Kamikaze," I'm gun cocked to this (woo, my bad)
But nobodies sixteen's are touching
These motherf*ckin' index fingers f*ckin' the nina
Clutchin' the nine millimeter, tuckin' the heat
Got the toaster like an English muffin
No, I mean, "Toast to" like you drink to somethin'
But it's in a holster, I proceed to bust it
F*ck around and get popped like Halyna Hutchins
Like I'm Alec Baldwin, what I mean is buckin' you down, coup de grâce then
Right between the f*ckin'
I shoot 'em all in if you think you're f*ckin' with me
You're gonna suffer the f*ckin' repercussions
The reaper's comin' to heathen and I need it from me
I keep replenishing fuel while the beat I'm punishin'

If I run out of fuel
I won't, what the f*ck y'all gon' do
If I don't run out of fuel?
Down, down, down, down, do-do-do- (run out of fuel)
That scares the f*ck out of you
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Writer: Marshall Mathers, Luis Resto, Denaun Porter, Thomas Forbes, H. LeMon Bey
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Road Rage

[ Featuring Sly Piper ]

This rap shit divided by panty lines, mm, which side are you on? (Pussy)
Social media got you f*ckin' in pantomime, damn, why that line so long? (Rookie)
I'm just caught up in the rapture, tryna be a rap star, I hope I make it out alive (alive)
I'm a master at masquerading and actin' like I ain't faded, only I can see through my disguise

Yeah, I walk around more confused than my aunt Linda's man-friend
A black transgender Klan member (what?)
Who's a Caitlyn Jenner fan and a (what?)
Member of Grindr and Tinder
Head empty as an empty abandoned a- (yeah)
'Partment while I'm dancing a-
'Round all these names and labels that I can't memo- (what the f*ck?)
'Rize, now my antennas
Are up on this PC shit, I'm finna
Go out on my shield like Captain A- (what?)
'Merica, transcender

I'm the god of façade, give me a road rage reason
To black the f*ck out and roll with the heathens
Road rage, vroom, vroom, vroom, and I'm speedin'
F*ck that red light, I'm tryna get even

Yeah, how could I say some shit so mean? (Damn)
They're tryna make my mouth closed like it's clothing (what?)
This what it is though, but this is show biz, so things
Ain't never really truly over 'til Lizzo sings (like I won't say that)
We should coddle fat people (yeah), yeah, here's a concept (what?), let's celebrate onset (yeah)
Diabetes and instead of us dieting we can just have a pie eating contest (delicious)
And we should be extra nice instead of honest
And instead of exercise (what?)
It's easier to find a triple-X your size
And try to press society to change so you don't have to change
Pick up a way to eat less, them fries make your blood pressure rise
As it starts increasin'
All that starch and grease and
Clogged arteries and
These are the reasons
For your heart disease and
Can't tie your shoes (why?), it's too hard to reach 'em (shit)
But the way things been (with what?)
With today's thinking (yeah)
We should baby them (why?)
Instead of shaming them (oh)
But enabling can (yeah)
Do more harm than good, so call me Abe Lincoln
'Cause I'll be honest, I can flip in a blink and
All I need is one little road rage reason
Yeah, blah, blah, blah, I'm the

I'm the god of façade, give me a road rage reason
To black the f*ck out and roll with the heathens
Road rage, vroom, vroom, vroom, and I'm speedin'
F*ck that red light, I'm tryna get even

Yeah, all my obese people, if you're fat, proud, and you know it (hey)
Raise your hand if you're shoving food in your mouth at this moment (mmm)
But if you're mad 'cause they're clownin' you for poundin' them donuts (what?)
Put 'em down and either do somethin' about it or own it (own it)

Okay, here we go
Wait, what are you doing?
F*ck's it look like I'm doin'? (What? Nah)
Dyin' our hair
No, stop, stop, ow
Shut the f*ck up
You're never gonna-
I said, shut the f*ck up
Trust me, I know what I'm doing (yeah)

So transgender rights, where do I stand? Oh (uh)
I'm all for 'em, I really am pro (nah, for real)
But intercourse with you (what?), would I have? No (nope)
I'm just bein' honest (yeah), now I'm an asshole (ho)
Call me a transphobe (really? Yeah) 'cause I just can't go (what?)
And try and pretend you was never a man though (sorry)
I mean, damn, bro (yeah), it's just the way I feel (uh)
But if I say it will (mm) it get me cancelled (yup)
My music get banned (what?), or can it withstand? (no)
This shit is quicksand (help), man, I'm just sayin' (ha)
I gotta participate for us to co-exist? Damn
I gotta memorize pronouns of a cis man? (Really?)
How come can't we just show solidarity with a wristband? (Or somethin' like that, you know?)
And this ain't even a diss, trans
People, my dick just won't expand
Them tits won't make it stand
But Caitlyn, big fan (no, wait)

Oh, you want me to f*ckin' chill and tone this shit down, huh? (Yup)
That's Shady speaking his mind like it was his mouth, huh?
You wish he'd grow up and not be so juvenile, huh?
Cash Money Records, this shit's about to go south, huh?
You feelin' stupid now, huh?
Old Slim would've told 'em to put a lid on it like a toilet bowl rim
Hat with the low brim
I'm in the blue corner (what?), white trunks with the gold trim
They bet that I won't win (yup)
Guess you really showed them (ha)
Became the best and I made it (yeah) like Adult Swim
Yeah, but you pick on handicapped people with no limbs
Well then, f*ck you, Chris Reeves, and the horse that he rode in

Bitch
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Writer: Marshall Mathers, Luis Resto, Dwayne Abernathy, Sly Jordan, Brandon Thomas, T. Gray
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Houdini

Hey, Em, it's Paul
Uh, I was listening to the album
Good f*cking luck, you're on your own

Guess who's back, back again?
Shady's back, tell a friend
Guess who's back? Guess who's back?
Guess who's back? Guess who's back?
Guess who's back? Guess who's back?
Guess who's back?
Da-da-da, da, da, da, da, da, da
Da-da-da, da, da, da, da

Well, look what the stork brung (what?)
Little baby devil with the forked tongue
And it's stickin' out, yeah, like a sore thumb (bleh)
With a forehead that it grew horns from (look)
Still a white jerk (it's him), pullin' up in a Chrysler to the cypher
With the Vics, Percs and a Bud Light shirt
Lyrical technician (yeah), an electrician (yeah)
Y'all light work
And I don't gotta play pretend, it's you I make believe (what?)
And you know I'm here to stay 'cause me (why?)
If I was to ever take a leave (what?)
It would be aspirin' to break a feve' (yeah)
If I was to ask for Megan Thee (what?)
Stallion if she would collab with me
Would I really have a shot at a feat?
I don't know, but I'm glad to be back like

Abra-abracadabra (and for my last trick)
I'm 'bout to reach in my bag, bruh (like)
Abra-abracadabra (and for my last trick, poof)
Just like that and I'm back, bro

Now, back in the days of old me (when?)
Right around the time I became a dope fiend (oh)
Ate some codeine as a way of coping (mm)
Taste of opiates, case of O.E.
Turned me into smiley face emoji (woo)
My shit may not be age-appropriate
But I will hit an eight-year-old in the face with a participation trophy
'Cause I have zero doubts
That this whole world's 'bout
To turn into some girl scouts
That censorship bureau's out to (shut me down)
So when I started this verse
It did start off lighthearted at first (hmm)
But it feels like I'm targeted
Mind-bogglin' how my profit has skyrocketed
Look what I pocketed
Yeah, the shit is just like y'all had been light joggin', and
I've been runnin' at full speed
And that's why I'm ahead like my noggin', and
I'm the fight y'all get in
When you debate who the best, but opps, I'm white chalkin' when
I step up to that mic, cock it then
"Oh my God, it's him, not again"

Abra-abracadabra (and for my last trick)
I'm 'bout to reach in my bag, bruh (like)
Abra-abracadabra (and for my last trick, poof)
Just like that and I'm back, bro (break it down)

Sometimes I wonder what the old me'd say (if what?)
If he could see the way shit is today (look at this shit, man)
He'd probably say that everything is gay (like happy)
What's my name? What's my name? (Slim Shady)

So how many little kids still wanna act like me?
I'm a bigger prick than cacti be (yeah)
And that's why these (what?)
Words sting just like you were being attacked by bees (bzz)
In the coupe, leaning back my seat (what?)
Bumpin' R. Kelly's favorite group (uh), the black guy (guy) pees (haha, pees)
In my Air Max 90s
White Ts, walkin' parental advisory
My transgender cat's Siamese (why?)
Identifies as Black, but acts Chinese
Like a motherf*ckin' Hacky Sack, I treat (what?)
The whole world 'cause I got it at my feet (yeah)
How can I explain to you (what?)
That even myself I'm a danger to? (Yeah)
I hop on tracks like a kangaroo
And say a few things or two to anger you
But f*ck that, if I think that shit, I'ma say that shit
Cancel me, what? Okay, that's it
Go ahead, Paul, quit, snake-ass prick
You male cross-dresser, fake-ass bitch
And I'll probably get shit for that (watch)
But you can all suck my dick, in fact
F*ck them, f*ck Dre, f*ck Jimmy, f*ck me, f*ck you
F*ck my own kids, they're brats (f*ck 'em)
They can screw off (yeah), them and you all (uh)
You too, Paul (punk), got two balls
Big as RuPaul's (whoa)
What you thought you saw ain't what you saw (nah)
'Cause you're never gon' see me
Caught sleepin' and see the kidnappin' never did happen (no)
Like Sherri Papini, Harry Houdini
I vanish into the thin air as I'm leaving like

Abra-abracadabra (and for my last trick)
I'm 'bout to reach in my bag, bruh (like)
Abra-abracadabra (and for my last trick, poof)
Just like that and I'm back, bro
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Writer: Marshall Mathers, Steve Miller, Jeff Bass, Kevin Bell, Malcolm McLaren, Trevor Horn, Anne Dudley
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Breaking News

Aight, now I'm 'bout to show you somethin'
What? (Shh, watch)
Now to breaking news, and it turns on this week in music
Detroit rapper Eminem, in a stunning move, has released an album (what? Shh)
In which he is actually trying to cancel himself (man, what the f*ck?)
And right now, at this hour, we got protestors lining the streets downtown
Where Kimberly Gill is standing by, KG
Hi, Devin, we are outside Eminem's Mom's Spaghetti (man, this some bullshit)
Where, as you can see behind me
People are definitely upset over Eminem's new album
And are actually calling to boycott the rapper (haha)
For songs that include insensitive comments about little people
People with mental disabilities
Transgender rights and the first amendment (hahaha, haha)
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Luis Resto, Marshall Mathers
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Guilty Conscience 2

Well, we did it now
I know right
It's beautiful ain't it?
Yeah, you happy now, bitch?
Yep
Alright, you got what you wanted
Yeah, what?
Let me go
Ha, never

Why does it feel like I'm always being tortured?
The bad apple spoils the whole orchard
Used to read comic books to learn more words
'Cause deep down I'm a dork, just a core nerd
Meaning nerd to the core 'til I'm cornered
Then I'm the coroner
What shot is this? First, second, it's your third
Vision is more blurred
Speech is more slurred
Can't even form words
It's like a dream up inside of a dream
I'm trapped and it's worse than I could've imagined, it's madness
Can't wake up, try my damnedest, but old habits are coming back
And now transgenders attack us, frontwards and backwards
They laughin', throwin midgets at us (ah)
This ain't no dream now, huh? See what I mean now?
You see how they tryna make me out to be some kind of mean vile obscene, foul prick
I kick one freestyle 'bout beating down a special needs child and these people freak out
Told you we'd get slaughtered for saying "Retarded"
Aw, Marshall's getting a conscience (f*ck you)
F*ck, this may come as a shock
Or have you astonished, regardless
Here's the thing 'bout retarded people
What?
They don't f*cking know they're retarded
Well, okay, you wanna fat shame, bitch
Two can play that game (what?)
You wanna judge people? (Yeah)
Matter of fact, ain't you the same one who hated bullies calling you bad names? (Yep)
Then you turn around and did the exact same (so?)
Just immature and literally
You're still mentally thirteen and so thirsty for some controversy
You're still picking on Christopher Reeves
Yeah, but you're me and we're a team
So that means we're in cahoots
That's conspiracy to commit murder lyrically
So clearly, you're the accessory like jewelry
You ain't the judge or the jury, you're just as guilty
You rip on paraplegics, man, seriously?
Oh, bitch, it's a joke
No, it's not, it's embarrassing (what?)
Like David Carradine found with a pair of jeans
At his ankles and belt 'round his larynx
I know, it's a scary scene
They're coming with everything
Little people are trolling me (ha)
They saying they've had it (what?) Up to here with me
Oh, hilarity (come on)
Nah, do your thing
F*ck deaf people, yeah
Well, between me and you
I've think they've had it up to here with me too (what the f*ck?)
Sorry I'm not perfect as you, Marshall
Punching down on little people (yeah), not cool (whoops)
You just sound like a dick, wait, nah, fool (what?)
When I say, "F*ck midgets," I mean Ja Rule (Oh)
And I know that Chris Reeves song was recorded in 2004 for Encore (yeah)
F*ck'd you take it off for?
'Cause he died
Man, that motherf*cker did that bullshit on purpose to ruin the song for us (man)
Man, I never seen a bigger pussy than you
Bitch, look at all the shit the media's puttin' me through (what?)
'Cause of all the f*ck shit that you pushed me to do (me?)
Should've knew when I found you, you were just too good to be true (hmm)
That's how we end up in these quagmires
You said you had my back, liar
But I helped you get your stacks higher (yeah)
That's diamond sales like sapphires
Rap buyers, admires pack lines of admirers
Now they say you lack ire
That's why your satire backfires (yeah)
Flat tires, no longer that guy you were prior to this
Yeah, and I scare you 'cause (why?) I'm who you used to be (who?)
The you who didn't crumble under the scrutiny (wait, what?)
When it was you and me (yeah)
I gave you power to use me as an excuse to be evil (I know)
You created me to say everything you didn't have the balls to say (yep)
What you were thinking but in a more diabolic way
You fed me pills and a bottle of alcohol a day (okay)
Made me too strong for you and lost control of me (you're right)
I took over you totally
You were socially awkward 'til you molded me (yeah)
You was a loner and nobody
'Cause of me, you didn't take shit from nobody
Now look at you (what?)
Now you just a punk (man), little scaredy cat (word?)
Got you shook like Shakira's ass (yeah)
To look at your reflection staring back, bitch (uh-huh)
It's just a mirror, relax
Man, you're so full of shit, you need MiraLAX (what?)
Open your mouth and shit flies out, just lies
You thinkin' you can rip my ass, undo these zipties (word?)
You can just undo my feet and keep my hands tied
'Cause like an avalanche, I'd still win by a landside
Oh, you think so, bitch? Yeah, I know so
Okay, your hands and feet, I let 'em both go
Yeah, f*ck now, punk? Give me that gun, no, don't
Rear naked choke hold, let me go, yo
Here, take it, bozo (yeah)
Queerbait, you homo (you ready?)
No, don't shoot (here we go)
Bro, no, no
Now say you're sorry and you didn't mean any of it
I'm sorry Marshall's a pussy, he's Dre and Jimmy's puppet (what?)
Sorry he gives a f*ck, but pretends he doesn't
God, you piece of shit, that does it (uh-oh, wait)
Yeah, bitch, this is for him (what?)
Christopher, MGK, Nick, and for Limp Bizkit and them
Midgets and Ben- (man, please)
'Zino, in addition to him
Will Smith and to Canibus, if you're listening, this is the end (okay, okay, I'll stop)
So to Jamar and Ja Rule and to all
My feuds including ma (what?)
I'm welcoming you to my (no, no)
Last hoorah, I bid you goodbye (come on, man, don't do this)
Murder suicide
Killshot, booyaka, cocksucker
Coup de grâce, motherf*cker, motherf*cker

Ah, oh, what the f*ck?
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Yeah?
Paul
You're not gonna f*cking believe this, bro
I had this dream, it was f*cking crazy
It was like, the old me came back on the new me
And took over my brain and had me saying all this f*cked up shit
About little people and Caitlyn Jenner and
PC police were chasing me
And f*cking Gen Z was tryna kill me
And quadriplegics
And Christopher Reeves
And I was saying all this f*cked up shit
And I couldn't stop saying it
And then I wake and it was like I was still dreaming
F*ck you
Wait
Hahaha
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Writer: D. Abernathy Jr., F. Nassar, Luis Resto, Marshall Mathers
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Head Honcho

[ Featuring Ez Mil ]

Doin' my best just to not blow my cover
Know it's all just a test, but I can't pass up this hunger
There's still a hole in my chest and I'm tryna strap it with numbers
All you hoes got your checks, but I'm a queen when I run up
Cross a king with my hunters, shootin' threes in abundance
Rookie Gs actin' thuggish, you're pawns to me, shut the f*ck up
Annihilation's what we love, steady hittin', gettin' dodged
Just wait 'til we get the guns out
Kwarenta-singko na kalibre o nuwebe, 'kaw na bahala
Sa dinami-rami mong mali, utak mo lang may tama
Sa kitid mo mag-isip, pare, 'la ka man lang na banat
Naglalim-laliman, ang sarap mong ilublob sa dagat
'Di kailangang magpatunay sa sinuman na nakikinig
'Di masasalag ng sintido o ng iyong bibig
Picture this, I might be a hero to your little kid
Or a villain, either way, I'm the f*ckin' head

I'm the head honcho, money come from my flow
Que hubole blanco, then get the bread pronto (uh-huh)
Yeah, I'm the head honcho, money come from my flow (yeah)
Que hubole blanco (uh), then get the bread pronto (look, I got)

Got loose strips, two grip, that's the shit I'm smooth with
I'm the new kid that these fathers can't fool with
Shit, my loose lips are tighter than how these boots fit
I got that new drip, that drowned titanical cruise ships
Don't you dip and dabble too close
Just watch us from the distance, I don't f*ck with all that glucose
You fall and need assistance, I could do the same, but who knows
I'd rather say, "Good riddance," Jack the Ripper rippin' paroles
Annihilate with persistence to try to say something different
But by today, I'm just spittin' to rhyme while makin' a livin'
But mama say that I'm different, she proud of how I do business
I kinda resemble hitmen that got away from the killin'

I'm the head honcho, money come from my flow
Que hubole blanco, then get the bread pronto
Yeah, I'm the head honcho, they call me the boss, though
You can call me Marshall, then get the bread pronto (yo)

You don't relate to me, guess you never been angry or sad (hm)
Or maybe just have never had to ever face any adversity
Take any ass whippings, I basically had
To see some shit that'd make you faint like you're fakin' a jab (pussy)
Bitch, you wish you had a life like mine (yeah)
You just fantasize the shit you write, you guys like lying (yeah)
Everything you ever been through multiplied by nine (what?)
Ain't even half the shit I went through by the time I was five (like, what?)
Saw my uncle get stabbed, took a knife right in the abs (yeah)
And all he was tryna do was get my tricycle back, yeah
The one that Boogie, Malcolm and Isaac just jacked
After they jumped me and stomped me (boom) and hit me twice with a bat (ugh)
Was five and a half, second time I survived an attack
Two twins, they call themselves the bulldogs (hrr), white kids and fat
I was too frightened to scrap (ha), I didn't fight or hit back
And you wonder why is it that I treat a mic like a gat?
Fully loaded, but I pull it, a bullet from out a barrel the size (brr)
Of a derringer flies, that's how I would characterize lyrics
But America, I could see the fear in your eyes
You saw my terrible side, the blonde hair and blue eyes
Now, the writing is on the wall like graffiti still
If you're havin' trouble reading, will make it simple, he's Ezekiel
Easy name to remember (why?)
'Cause his rap name is the same as like ten minutes on stage is for me (oh), easy mill
Or should I say measly mill? (Haha)
Yeah, 'cause as sure as Ma used to feed me
Sleeping pills to keep me (yeah), sleepy still, it was creepy
'Cause indeed, she (what?) could've easily Casey Anthony'd me (yeah)
These rappers, I'm above 'em, but punchin' down ain't beneath me (nope)
Cold as the wind chill factor, but the fact is I don't know when to chill
But every time I come out, they expect me to f*ckin' reinvent the wheel
Rappers get praised for spittin' bars with less than the tenth of skill
Imbecile on the ledge like a Benzo pill on a windowsill
Now cancelled ain't the word for me
You need a term that's probably stronger than dirty laundry (hell)
This controversy got me in the worst of quandaries
Feel like the Earth's axis, the world's turnin' on me
Like them cops in Akron, Ohio with Jayland Walker
Ain't caught this much flak in a while (nah) since back as a child (damn)
And all I did was say like one thing bad then it spiraled
Saw you crackin' a smile (haha), then relapsed into my old ways
Back into vile (yup)
Guess there ain't no civilizin' a savage, and I don't (no)
Give a f*ck if you hate me worse than each track on Revival (huh)
Bitch, I'm back like a spinal (yeah), get it crackin' like chiros
It's the coup de grâce, I'm cooler than removin' claws
From a cougar's paws and throwin' it back in the wild (f*ck)
But you tamin' me? Ain't gonna happen, and I'll
Live on planet denial (ha) for the rest of my life
But you'll be a stan 'til I die, though (ha)
(You'll be a stan 'til I die, though)
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Writer: Marshall Mathers, Jameil Aossey, Luis Resto
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Temporary

[ Featuring Skylar Grey ]

A lot of people ask me, am I afraid of death?
The truth is, I think what scares me the most
Is not being able to say all the things I wanna say to you
When I'm no longer here
So this song is for Hailie for when that day comes
Where's Hailie? Where's she at?
This ain't Hailie
Who is it?
It's a monster

I've been waiting all night for the sunrise
To take away the dark sky
You're the dad monster and them are the baby monsters and I'm the mom monster
Oh
All it takes is a new day sometimes
To get me in a better state of mind
Give me a kiss, monster, give me a kiss
Love you (I love you)

If I could just fall asleep
I'd be lost in a dream
But right now, it's misery
And I just have to remember

That when a heart breaks, it ain't broken forever
The pieces will grow back together
And in time, I'll be fine
The tears are temporary

Yeah, so Hailie Jade, I wrote you this song
To help you cope with life now that I'm gone
How should I start? Just wanna say
Look after Alaina, Stevie, and Uncle Nate
And, sweetie, be strong, I know I was your rock
And I still am, saying goodbye is just not
Ever easy, why you crying? Just stop
Hailie, baby, dry your eye, this is not
Forever

That when a heart breaks, it ain't broken forever
The pieces will grow back together
And in time, I'll be fine
The tears are temporary

Daddy
What?
I used to have this when I was a little kid
Baby, are you okay?

Yeah, and you will get over me and move on
You can play me on repeat on a song
But don't you dare shed a tear, what I tell you?
"Straighten up, little soldier," them times when I held you
Jade, it'll be okay, baby, I'm here, Hay
I'm watchin' you right now, baby girl, I vow
I will protect you, your guardian angel
As hard as this may feel, us parting is painful
And, darling, the rain will drive you insane still
You will remain strong, Hailie, just hang on
It won't be too long, I need you to move on
And remember, it will get better
'Cause times heals and when a

When a heart breaks, it ain't broken forever
The pieces will grow back together
And in time, I'll be fine
The tears are temporary
The bad days will start to get better
And we'll be laughin' together
And tonight, when I cry
The tears are temporary

I know this big girl
And she's really pretty
You know what her name is?
Hailie
Hailie, how did you know?

Yeah, and if there's days when you wanna lock yourself in your room and cry
Just think about how when you were little, how you and I
Back and forth to the studio, we used to drive
You strapped in the backseat 'cause you were my
Little sidekick, yeah, sweetie, I know this hurts
Bean, I'm wishing your pain away
Remember this, Hailie Jade
There's gonna be rainy days
I promise you'll get through 'em and make it regardless
F*ck it, Jade, I'll be honest
I knew that you was gonna take this the hardest
Sweetie, get up, I know that is is breaking your heart, it's
The hardest thing I ever wrote (daddy)
Hailie, sweetheart, it's okay for you to let me go
Baby, I promise you that when a-

When a heart breaks, it ain't broken forever
The pieces will grow back together
And in time, I'll be fine
The tears are temporary
The bad days will start to get better
And we'll be laughin' together
And tonight when I cry
The tears are temporary

What's your favorite song?
My favorite song right now
Mine and your favorite song, but
I like this part
That's your favorite part, dad?

You're taping me, bitch
I got you on tape cussin'
Can you hear?
Yeah
No, bitch
No what?
No, I said, I said, no, bitch
Okay, no cussin'
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Luis Resto, Marshall Mathers
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Ltd




Bad One

[ Featuring White Gold ]

Yo, Dre
Yeah
I'ma just lay back on this one
Let me apologize in advance (I like that)
F*ck it, forgive me (alright)
F*ck it, I don't mean to sound (you ready?) arrogant (f*ck it, yeah) but

Yeah, my head up in the sky again
But even that, my stacks are higher than
Money pile like Tony Stark's, that's how much I earn, man
Girl, my head is small, I feel incredible as the Hulk
Meaning I'm trying to smash
So come get in line like Santa and climb up inside my lap (come on)
While I devise a plan (kidnapping)
Won't be talkin' about Purell when Santa ties your hands
And I am an
Industrial-strength heightened brand
Frying pan
Rap is something that I've just had the skill at for some timing, am
An artist who can draw a crowd like a diagram
Like drawing breath from your diaphragm
I've achieved every aspiration that I have had
Got a diamond plaque or two or three or four
But that don't change my attitude, I got a bad one

I got a bad one
She just gotta put up with my shit, I'm going platinum
You just gotta put up with my wrist, I'm going diamond
I just put Fidel up on the link, I'm going gold now
I love all of my records, but she said I got a bad one
She just gotta put up with my shit, I'm going platinum
You just gotta put up with my wrist, I'm going diamond
I just put Fidel up on the link, I'm going gold now
I love all of my records, but she said I got a bad one (yeah)

One minute, you're here, next minute, you're gone, don't sit there and scoff
Lil' bitch, you can knock the shit about me being immature off
It isn't my fault, the liquor is often twisting my thoughts
You said you're looking for miniature golf
I thought you said looking for men to jerk off
Your mouth is a hole (what?), That means my dick is engulfed
Sick as a dog with croup cough (what?)
Biggie is gone and Tupac (yeah)
And I'm still alive and you not the woo, dog
So who died and made you God? (Huh, bitch?)
Anything can set my mood off, attitude, I've always had one
My temper's like the bitch I just scooped up, I got a bad one

I got a bad one
She just gotta put up with my shit, I'm going platinum
You just gotta put up with my wrist, I'm going diamond
I just put Fidel up on the link, I'm going gold now
I love all of my records, but she said I got a bad one
She just gotta put up with my shit, I'm going platinum
You just gotta put up with my wrist, I'm going diamond
I just put Fidel up on the link, I'm going gold now
I love all of my records, but she said I got a bad one (yeah)

This whole sub-genre with all these corny white rappers, I'm not a fan of it
It ain't my fault, but like sock puppets, I had a hand in it (whoops)
This thousand bucks in my hand is just like what Candace did (bitch)
When she turned her back on her own race 'cause I have abandoned it
One of the greatest who did it, look what I came up through
You never made it to the level that I made it to
So similar to a dinner table, I ate at you (sorry)
Haters, I made a few
But like when Three Stacks just plays the flute
I ain't got shit to say to you (nah)
And me offending you's nothing new (nah)
F*ck it, it's what I love to do
This is subterfuge, just to screw with you
And yeah, this much is true
But sounds like something that Puff would do
At the party with Aaron Hall 'cause I just love to f*ck with you (woo)
A line of blush, foundation kit
'Cause it's you I make upset
Brain is dead, space cadet
Like when Ye forgets to take his meds
So when they get mad or angry at
A statement that I may have said
I just say, "Man, I didn't say that shit, Shady did"
'Cause all I do is write the rhymes and then wait for that beat to play, spit 'em
Trigger finger, make like a green beret like he would
Get a submachine to spray with 'em
I should go back to those sleeping aids
Because I'm so stuck in my evil ways
Then I'm f*cked either way (yeah)
The people still seem to think they want the old me 'til they get him (get him)
Got 'em up in arms like monkey bars (yeah)
The f*cking bomb with the puffy on (Diddy)
I'm blowing up the Kid Cudi's car
In front of his house where all his buddies are
Just another day at the office, but it seems like Marsh's f*cking job is done
Mission accomplished, people off this stunt
And pissed a billion people off at once (yeah)
But I gotta keep going Tyson on Kelly (what?)
I bodied him twice and already
That little motherf*cker's back throwing subs (Like what?)
Like a food fight at the deli
And that is why E got the attitude he got like Liza Minnelli
My male ego is the size of the belly on Jelly Roll
And bitch, I got a bad one

I got a bad one
She just gotta put up with my shit, I'm going platinum
You just gotta put up with my wrist, I'm going diamond
I just put Fidel up on the link, I'm going gold now
I love all of my records, but she said I got a bad one
She just gotta put up with my shit, I'm going platinum
You just gotta put up with my wrist, I'm going diamond
I just Fidel up on the link, I'm going gold now
I love all of my records, but she said I got a bad one
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: B. Yewah, Luis Resto, Marshall Mathers
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Tobey

[ Featuring Big Sean, BabyTron ]

Shit, f*ck, shit
Boy, ha

Tobey Maguire got bit by a spider, but see, me, it was a goat
If you want space, I hope you take your helmet off soon as you get up to Venus and choke
Even while sleepin', be thinkin' so woke
White Cartiers, all I'm seein' is dope
My city Leia and I'm Obi-Wan, got a mission to pass, I just might be the hope
Tobey Maguire got bit by a spider, but see, me, it was a goat
If you want space, I hope you take your helmet off soon as you get up to Venus and choke
Even while sleepin', be thinkin' so woke
White Cartiers, all I'm seein' is dope
My city Leia and I'm Obi-Wan, got a mission to pass, I just might be the hope

No español, I'm allergic to rojo and legally blind, all I'm seein' is gold
D to the A, there and back, if we ride with the Drac', can't smoke from the T to the O
Upped in the bitch, you can keep what you owe
Granny told me, "Boy, you reap what you sow"
Do the most, we over, even the score
Steady on the run, glued his feet to the floor
Up in my Tesla, I'm rollin' up extras, I stopped at Valero, think I should quit smokin'
Life is a gamble and I'm playin' slots, pull it down, close my eyes and I pray I win tokens
All Wock', no pop, how we drive, you can come and take a baby sip, still tasted just potent
One of one, sittin' 'round the stars, double R, finna race
Hit the Wraith like a spaceship, it's floatin'
All this drip, think I am below sea level
Cut your own wrist off with that weak bezel
Ride around with the iron giant, make 'em eat metal
Watch unc' break a rock down to three pebbles
Bam-bam, down three, hit the grand slam
Four pockets full, fully switched, go wham-wham
Pants cramp, pull it out, I'm countin' 'til my hands cramp
Road DSM on the beach, not a sand stand

Boy
Ayy, ayy

They wanna bleed me and lead me to act like they need me, but f*ck it, I do it alone (whoa)
She wanna touch me and rub me and go back to hubby, he probably could smell my cologne (damn)
I was immersed in the Merce, I show 'em no mercy, I really was watchin' the throne (for real)
Niggas ain't turnin' me down, when my baby asleep only time that I'm watchin' my tone (shh)
We don't want chips with a chip on our shoulder
If he Obi-Wan, then I gotta be Yoda
Don't need no promoter, we pull up, they know us
I'm the Ayatollah snatching your controller
I don't give a f*ck about you when I'm focused
F*ck all the drugs you take, I'm takin' over
I paid attention, don't need no payola
Can't take 'way from me, you just need to take cover (frr)
I can paint a picture like I made the stencil
F*ck your whole image, I'm with Cole Bennett
I don't know what the f*ck they done told niggas
I put all of my heart and my soul in it
I met you in person, you so different
I can't listen to you for a whole minute
Took a blood test, ain't no ho in it
Watch your motherf*ckin' mouth 'fore I go in it
They like, "No, he didn't," got 'em more invested
If it's one thing I make, I make no exceptions
I got new addresses, I got no reception
I got love and hate comin' from both directions
Bitch, I come from the D where they BMFing
Where they movin' them ki's like a chord progression
Bitch, I'm omnipresent, I got no reflection
Made a livin' off bars, I need no correction (no)
Grindin' shit out, gotta stay patient
While you outside, we on staycation
Locked the f*ck in, ain't no playin' for real 'less you playmakin'
I take the chances you hate takin'
F*ck it, dog, I'ma go Wes Craven
I'm at the safe, f*ck a safe haven
They play with my name and I can't take it (lil' bitch)

Tobey Maguire got bit by a spider, but see, me, it was a goat
If you want space, I hope you take your helmet off soon as you get up to Venus and choke
Even while sleepin', be thinkin' so woke
White Cartiers, all I'm seein' is dope (yeah)
My city Leia and I'm Obi-Wan, got a mission to pass, I just might be the hope

Tobey Maguire got bit by a spider, me? Must've got bit by a goat (yeah)
I used to dream as a kid I would grow (baa)
To be one, I hope that I inspire hope (for what?)
For you to go get what you desire most (yeah)
Spit fire, bitch, I was just flyin' coach (yeah)
Y'all thought you was sick, you were misdiagnosed (nope)
I'm dope and you'll never have this high a dose (nope, yeah)
Now my states in the buildin', and bitch
I done slept on more floors than the Empire State ('Pire State) Building
I got so many stories, but I hate ceilings (haha)
Ain't feelin' your top five favorite rappers (woo)
So I know they 'bout to be pissed at me (why?)
But this, to me, is a mystery
How rappers I've already ripped could be (what?)
Higher up on a list than me (ha)
Yet here I sit on your list though at five (hm), which still was fine
But just know inside, to me, that shit's hilarious, so when I (haha)
Get dissed though and by a pioneer
Who was one of the reasons why I am here
They tell me I should just let that shit go and slide (why?)
"Melle Mel shouldn't get no reply" (why?)
"That man is a legend," bitch, so am I (haha, yeah)
And anyone else who thinks it'd be wise and easy as pie
To beat me and tries, can treat me just like poison (what?), they can eat me and die (hehe)
Middle finger stuck up, but I never conceded
When have I ever retreated? (Never) You never seen it
Every dream that I ever dreamt, I exceeded
Cement my legacy, I definitely did controversy, I always said all I needed
Treat it like a truck, hit it head-on, I meet it (krrk)
I get on a beat and it's like that "Eye of the Tiger" song is playin' on my head on repeat
I been knocked down so many times, can't count (ugh)
Sometimes, shit does not pan out
That's just the way that the card hand's dealt
Jon Manzel, odd man out (what?)
Heavyweight, word to Scott Van Pelt
I can't help but feel like a victim of child abuse
'Cause I am 'bout to get that goddamn belt (now strap, man)
Way beyond crazy, Shady gone, but hey, maybe, I'm the GOAT
With Big Sean and BabyTron, and that's why they be on the shit they be on, 'cause (ugh)

Tobey Maguire got bit by a spider, but see, me, it was a goat
If you want space, I hope you take your helmet off soon as you get up to Venus and choke
Even while sleepin', be thinkin' so woke
White Cartiers, all I'm seein' is dope
My city Leia and I'm Obi-Wan, got a mission to pass, I just might be the hope
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Marshall B. Mathers III, Carlton McDowell, Cole Bennett, Daniyel Weissmann, James Johnson, John Nocito, Luis Resto, Marvin Jordan, Sean Anderson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Guess Who's Back

Eh
Been waiting a long time for this shit
Long time, no see
Thought you got rid of my ass, huh?
Eh
Half a bag of Viagra
I'm gonna reach around and grab you
Bruh
Sometimes I wonder if my homie's gay
Wait, where'd everybody go?
They left me again
Eh
Half a bag of Viagra
I'm gonna reach around and grab you
Bruh
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Marshall Mathers
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Somebody Save Me

[ Featuring Jelly Roll ]

Daddy?
Huh?
Food's here
Kept buyin' and see who gets it
Come eat
Alaina, I'm so tired
Just come eat
Alaina, I'll be there in a minute, I promise
Stop
But wake up
Shut the door

Somebody save me
Me from myself
I've spent so long livin' in hell

Another pill as I start to spiral
Message to my daughters
I don't even deserve the father title
Hailie, I'm so sorry
I know I wasn't there for your first guitar recital
Didn't walk you down the aisle
Missed the birth of your first child
Your first podcast, lookin' down, sweetie
I'm so proud of how you turned out
Sorry that I chose drugs and put 'em above you
Sorry that I didn't love you enough to
Give 'em up, how the f*ck do
I not love you more than a pill?
Lookin' up to the ceilin' from this floor wonder will

Somebody save me
Me from myself
I've spent so long livin' in hell
They say my lifestyle is bad for my health
It's the only thing that seems to help

Alaina, sorry that you had to hear me fall in the bathroom
Sorry that I missed your gradu-, wait, Nate, I should just congratulate you
On bein' a dad to Carter and Liam, look at you
Little bro, sorry I left you
Sorry that I'll never get to
Hold or hug my little nephews
Stevie, I'm sorry, I missed you
Grow up and I didn't get to
Be the dad I wanted to be to you
Things I wanted to see you do
This is my song from me to you
Sorry I gave up, but I'm just so defeated
God, what the f*ck do you want me to do?

Somebody save me
Me from myself
I've spent so long livin' in hell
They say my lifestyle is bad for my health
It's the only thing that seems to help

I've been starin' at that video of Hailie
Almost daily of her playin' a guitar
In hopes maybe that'll give me the power to fight
But the addict in me's a coward, he told me that I can't do it
Had a second chance, blew it
It's like I'm stuck inside an alternate reality, but I know (what?)
I'll turn it around and be able to
Walk her and Lainie one day
To the altar as proud as can be
Right now, I'm just weak
As I fall further down in this deep hole
And farther in the ground that I sink
As they lower me in my coffin, I feel the tears all fallin' down on my cheek

I'm a lost cause
Baby, don't waste your time on me
I'm so damaged beyond repair
Life has shattered my hopes and my dreams
I'm a lost cause
Baby, don't waste your time on me
I'm so damaged beyond repair
Life has shattered my hopes and my dreams
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Benjamin Levin, D. Stevens, E. Haynie, Luis Resto, Marshall Mathers
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Back to: Eminem


The Death of Slim Shady (Coup de Grâce) is the twelfth studio album by the American rapper Eminem. It was released on July 12, 2024, through Shady Records, Aftermath Entertainment, and Interscope Records. The album was produced by Eminem, alongside Dem Jointz, Fredwreck, Cubeatz, Cole Bennett, and frequent collaborators Dr. Dre and Luis Resto, among others.

It features collaborations with White Gold, Sly Pyper, JID, Dem Jointz, Ez Mil, Skylar Grey, Big Sean, BabyTron, and Jelly Roll.

Eminem referenced his alter ego, Slim Shady, in several of his breakout hit songs like "My Name Is" (1999) and "The Real Slim Shady" (2000). The image of Slim Shady is synonymous with how Eminem appeared as a young man on stage and in videos, including his bleached blonde hair. The provocative persona was described by Time in 2002 as a "nightmare projection" and "raging fantasy id".

On March 19, 2024, long-time producer and collaborator Dr. Dre revealed on Jimmy Kimmel Live! that Eminem was working on his next studio album and that it would be releasing in 2024. On April 26, during the 2024 NFL draft event in his hometown Detroit, he shared a video in the style of real crime show Unsolved Mysteries that poses the question "who killed Slim Shady?".

A reporter dressed in a trenchcoat lists the enemies Shady has made over the years, with rapper 50 Cent commenting on the persona. The teaser also incorporated clips of "My Name Is", "The Real Slim Shady", and "Without Me" (2002). The album and tentative release date were announced at the end of the 56-second long video, along with the opportunity to pre-save the record.

A fake obituary for Slim Shady appeared in the May 13 issue of the Detroit Free Press newspaper as promotion for the album. Eminem is pictured in overalls and a hockey mask as his Slim Shady persona, while the obituary reads,

"Ultimately, the very things that seemed to be the tools he used became calling cards that defined an existence that could only come to a sudden and horrific end. His complex and tortured existence has come to a close, and the legacy he leaves behind is no closer to resolution than the manner in which this character departed this world."

On May 21, 2024, Eminem made a cryptic post to his social media, containing a video with an iMessage chat addressed to "All Contacts" with the message "...and for my last trick!" Eminem changed his social media profile pictures to match the rabbit-in-a-top-hat emoji used in the post. Following the post, fans took to social media to express their concerns and theories about Eminem's potential retirement.
Genre(s): Hip hop
Producer(s): Cole Bennett, Benny Blanco, Callus, Car!ton, Don Cannon, Cubeatz, Daniyel, Dem Jointz, Dr. Dre, Emile, Eminem, Fredwreck, Marvy Ayy, Carlton McDowell, John Nocito, Mr. Porter, Luis Resto, White Gold
Length: 64:28
Released: July 12th, 2024
Year: 2024

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