[curtains up]
[applausing]
[footsteps]
[mic sqeek]
[taps mic]
[Eminem:]
K-ahm! Hhhh...
Eminem - The Eminem Show Album Lyrics
Eminem - The Eminem Show Lyrics
- Curtains Up (Skit)
- White America
- Business
- Cleanin' Out My Closet
- Square Dance
- The Kiss (Skit)
- Soldier
- Say Goodbye Hollywood
- Drips
- Without Me
- Paul Rosenberg (Skit)
- Sing For The Moment
- Superman
- Hailies Song
- Steve Berman (skit)
- When The Music Stops
- Say What You Say
- Till I Collapse
- My Dads Gone Crazy
- Curtains Close (Skit)
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
White America
America, hahaha, we love you, how many people are proud to be citizens of this beautiful
Country of our's, the stripes and the stars for the rights that men have died for to protect,
The women and men who have broke their neck's for the freedom of speech the United States
Government has sworn to uphold, or
(Yo', I want everybody to listen to the words of this song) so we're told...
I never would've dreamed in a million years I'd see,
So many motherf*ckin' people who feel like me, who share the same views
And the same exact beliefs, it's like a f*ckin' army marchin' in back of me, so many lives I
Touch, so much anger aimed, in no particular direction, just sprays and sprays, and straight
Through your radio waves it plays and plays, 'till it stays stuck in your head for days and
Days, who would of thought, standing in this mirror bleachin' my hair, with some peroxide,
Reachin for a t-shirt to wear, that I would catapult to the forefront of rap like this, how
Could I predict my words would have an impact like this, I must've struck a chord, with somebody
Up in the office, cause congress keeps telling me I ain't causin' nuthin' but problems, and now
They're sayin' I'm in trouble with the government, I'm lovin' it, I shoveled shit all my life,
And now I'm dumping it on...
[Chorus]
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 dimple's 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 f*ck school,
I'm too cool to go back, gimme the mic, show me where the f*ckin' studio's at, when I was
Underground, no one gave a f*ck I was white, no labels wanted to sign me, almost gave up, I was
Like, f*ck it, until I met Dre, the only one to look past, gave me a chance, and I lit a fire up
Under his ass, helped him get back to the top, every fan black that I got, was probably his in
Exchange for every white fan that he's got, like damn, we just swapped, sittin' back lookin' at
Shit, wow, I'm like my skin is it starting to work to my benefit now, it's...
[Chorus]
See the problem is, I speak to suburban kids, who otherwise would of never knew these words
Exist, whose mom's probably would of never gave two squirts of piss, 'till I created so much
Motherf*ckin' turbulence, straight out the tube, right into your living room I came, and kids
Flipped when they knew I was produced by Dre, that's all it took, and they were instantly hooked
Right in, and they connected with me too because I looked like them, that's why they put my
Lyric's 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, sponsors working 'round the clock, to
Try to stop my concerts early, surely hip-hop was never a problem in Harlem, only in Boston,
After it bothered the fathers of daughters starting to blossom, so now I'm catchin' the flack
From these activists when they raggin', actin' like I'm the first rapper to smack a bitch, or
Say faggot, shit, just look at me like I'm your closest pal, the posterchild, the motherf*ckin'
Spokesman now for...
[Chorus]
So to the parents of America, I am the aimed at little Erica, to attack her
Character, the ringleader of this circus of worthless pawns, sent to lead the march right up to
The steps of congress, and piss on the lawns of the White House, to burn the casket and replace
It with a parental advisory sticker, to spit liquor in the faces of in this democracy of
Hypocrisy, f*ck you Ms. Cheney, f*ck you Tipper Gore, f*ck you with the freest of speech this
Divided states of embarassment will allow me to have, f*ck you, [vocal melody],
He, hahaha, I'm just playin' America, you know I love you...
Country of our's, the stripes and the stars for the rights that men have died for to protect,
The women and men who have broke their neck's for the freedom of speech the United States
Government has sworn to uphold, or
(Yo', I want everybody to listen to the words of this song) so we're told...
I never would've dreamed in a million years I'd see,
So many motherf*ckin' people who feel like me, who share the same views
And the same exact beliefs, it's like a f*ckin' army marchin' in back of me, so many lives I
Touch, so much anger aimed, in no particular direction, just sprays and sprays, and straight
Through your radio waves it plays and plays, 'till it stays stuck in your head for days and
Days, who would of thought, standing in this mirror bleachin' my hair, with some peroxide,
Reachin for a t-shirt to wear, that I would catapult to the forefront of rap like this, how
Could I predict my words would have an impact like this, I must've struck a chord, with somebody
Up in the office, cause congress keeps telling me I ain't causin' nuthin' but problems, and now
They're sayin' I'm in trouble with the government, I'm lovin' it, I shoveled shit all my life,
And now I'm dumping it on...
[Chorus]
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 dimple's 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 f*ck school,
I'm too cool to go back, gimme the mic, show me where the f*ckin' studio's at, when I was
Underground, no one gave a f*ck I was white, no labels wanted to sign me, almost gave up, I was
Like, f*ck it, until I met Dre, the only one to look past, gave me a chance, and I lit a fire up
Under his ass, helped him get back to the top, every fan black that I got, was probably his in
Exchange for every white fan that he's got, like damn, we just swapped, sittin' back lookin' at
Shit, wow, I'm like my skin is it starting to work to my benefit now, it's...
[Chorus]
See the problem is, I speak to suburban kids, who otherwise would of never knew these words
Exist, whose mom's probably would of never gave two squirts of piss, 'till I created so much
Motherf*ckin' turbulence, straight out the tube, right into your living room I came, and kids
Flipped when they knew I was produced by Dre, that's all it took, and they were instantly hooked
Right in, and they connected with me too because I looked like them, that's why they put my
Lyric's 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, sponsors working 'round the clock, to
Try to stop my concerts early, surely hip-hop was never a problem in Harlem, only in Boston,
After it bothered the fathers of daughters starting to blossom, so now I'm catchin' the flack
From these activists when they raggin', actin' like I'm the first rapper to smack a bitch, or
Say faggot, shit, just look at me like I'm your closest pal, the posterchild, the motherf*ckin'
Spokesman now for...
[Chorus]
So to the parents of America, I am the aimed at little Erica, to attack her
Character, the ringleader of this circus of worthless pawns, sent to lead the march right up to
The steps of congress, and piss on the lawns of the White House, to burn the casket and replace
It with a parental advisory sticker, to spit liquor in the faces of in this democracy of
Hypocrisy, f*ck you Ms. Cheney, f*ck you Tipper Gore, f*ck you with the freest of speech this
Divided states of embarassment will allow me to have, f*ck you, [vocal melody],
He, hahaha, I'm just playin' America, you know I love you...
Writer: Jeffrey Irwin Bass, Luis Edgardo Resto, Marshall B Mathers, Steven Lee King
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Business
(Dre) Marshall... sounds like an S.O.S
(Eminem) Holy wack un-lyrical lyrics Andre, your f*ckin' right-
(Dre) To the rapmobile...Let's go
(Background) Marshall!
(Background) Marshall!
(Eminem) Bitches and gentlemen, its showtime! Hurry hurry, step right up
Introducing the star of our show his name is..
(Background) Marshall!
(Eminem) You wouldn't want to be anywhere else in the world right now So
without further ado, I bring to you
(Background) Marshall!
You bout to witness hip hop in its most purest,
most rawest form, flow almost flawless
most hardest, most honest known artist,
chip off the old block,
but old Doc is BACK
looks like Batman brought his own Robin.
Oh god, Sadam's got his own Laden
wit' his own private plane, his own pilot,
set to blow college dorm rooms doors off the hinges
oranges, peach, pears, plums, syringes.
unn unnn, yea here I come,
I'm inches away from you, dear fear none,
hip hop is in a state of nine-one one so
Chorus: (x2)
Let's get down to business.
I don't got no time to play around what is this?
Must be a circus in town,
let's shut the shit down on these clowns.
Can I get a witness? Hell yea!
Quick gotta move fast, gotta perform miracles.
Gee wilikers Dre, holy bat syllables
look at all the bullshit that goes on in Gotham when I'm gone.
Time to get rid of these rap criminals
So skip to your lou while I do what I do best.
You ain't even impressed no more, you're used to it
flows too wet, nobody close to it, nobody says it,
but still everybody knows the shit
the most hated on out of all of those who say they get hated on
in eighty songs and exaggerate it all so much,
they make it all up, there's no such thing,
like a female with good looks, who cooks and cleans
it just means so much more to so much more
people when you're rappin' and you know what for
the show must go on.
So I'd like to welcome y'all to Marshall and Andre's carnival,
c'mon! Now ..
Chorusx2
Let's get down to business.
I don't got no time to play around what is this?
Must be a circus in town,
let's shut the shit down on these clowns.
Can I get a witness? Hell yea!
its just like old times, the dynamic duo, two old friends,
why panic, you already who's fully capable,
the two caped heroes,
dial straight down the center eight zero zero
you can even call collect,
the most feared duet, since me and Elton
played career Russian roulette
and you never even see me blink or get to bustin' a sweat,
people steppin' over people just to rush to the set
just to get to see an MC who breathes so freely,
ease over these beats and be so breezy
Jesus how can shit be so easy,
how can one Chandra be so levy?
turn on these beats, MC's don't see me.
Believe me BET and MTV
are gonna grieve when we leave,
dog fo' sheezy.
Can't leave rap alone the game needs me
till we grow beards, get weird and disappear into the mountains.
Nothing but clowns down here
but we ain't f*ckin' around round here,
Yo Dre .
(Dre) what up?
Can I get a hell yea now?
(Dre)Hell yea
Chorusx2
Let's get down to business.
I don't got no time to play around what is this?
Must be a circus in town,
let's shut the shit down on these clowns.
Can I get a witness? Hell yea!
So there you have it folks,
Marshall has come to save the day
back with his friend Andre,
and to remind you that bullshit does not pay
because Marshall! And Andre are here to stay
and never go away until our dying day
until we're old and gray Marshall!
So until next time friends
same blond hair, same rap channel,
good night everyone thank you for coming
your host for the evening Marshall! Oh
(Eminem) Holy wack un-lyrical lyrics Andre, your f*ckin' right-
(Dre) To the rapmobile...Let's go
(Background) Marshall!
(Background) Marshall!
(Eminem) Bitches and gentlemen, its showtime! Hurry hurry, step right up
Introducing the star of our show his name is..
(Background) Marshall!
(Eminem) You wouldn't want to be anywhere else in the world right now So
without further ado, I bring to you
(Background) Marshall!
You bout to witness hip hop in its most purest,
most rawest form, flow almost flawless
most hardest, most honest known artist,
chip off the old block,
but old Doc is BACK
looks like Batman brought his own Robin.
Oh god, Sadam's got his own Laden
wit' his own private plane, his own pilot,
set to blow college dorm rooms doors off the hinges
oranges, peach, pears, plums, syringes.
unn unnn, yea here I come,
I'm inches away from you, dear fear none,
hip hop is in a state of nine-one one so
Chorus: (x2)
Let's get down to business.
I don't got no time to play around what is this?
Must be a circus in town,
let's shut the shit down on these clowns.
Can I get a witness? Hell yea!
Quick gotta move fast, gotta perform miracles.
Gee wilikers Dre, holy bat syllables
look at all the bullshit that goes on in Gotham when I'm gone.
Time to get rid of these rap criminals
So skip to your lou while I do what I do best.
You ain't even impressed no more, you're used to it
flows too wet, nobody close to it, nobody says it,
but still everybody knows the shit
the most hated on out of all of those who say they get hated on
in eighty songs and exaggerate it all so much,
they make it all up, there's no such thing,
like a female with good looks, who cooks and cleans
it just means so much more to so much more
people when you're rappin' and you know what for
the show must go on.
So I'd like to welcome y'all to Marshall and Andre's carnival,
c'mon! Now ..
Chorusx2
Let's get down to business.
I don't got no time to play around what is this?
Must be a circus in town,
let's shut the shit down on these clowns.
Can I get a witness? Hell yea!
its just like old times, the dynamic duo, two old friends,
why panic, you already who's fully capable,
the two caped heroes,
dial straight down the center eight zero zero
you can even call collect,
the most feared duet, since me and Elton
played career Russian roulette
and you never even see me blink or get to bustin' a sweat,
people steppin' over people just to rush to the set
just to get to see an MC who breathes so freely,
ease over these beats and be so breezy
Jesus how can shit be so easy,
how can one Chandra be so levy?
turn on these beats, MC's don't see me.
Believe me BET and MTV
are gonna grieve when we leave,
dog fo' sheezy.
Can't leave rap alone the game needs me
till we grow beards, get weird and disappear into the mountains.
Nothing but clowns down here
but we ain't f*ckin' around round here,
Yo Dre .
(Dre) what up?
Can I get a hell yea now?
(Dre)Hell yea
Chorusx2
Let's get down to business.
I don't got no time to play around what is this?
Must be a circus in town,
let's shut the shit down on these clowns.
Can I get a witness? Hell yea!
So there you have it folks,
Marshall has come to save the day
back with his friend Andre,
and to remind you that bullshit does not pay
because Marshall! And Andre are here to stay
and never go away until our dying day
until we're old and gray Marshall!
So until next time friends
same blond hair, same rap channel,
good night everyone thank you for coming
your host for the evening Marshall! Oh
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Cleanin' Out My Closet
Where's my snare?
I have no snare in my headphones. There you 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 as the mind of the motherf*cking kid that's behind
All this commotion emotions run deep as oceans, exploding
Tempers flaring from parents just blow 'em off and keep going
Not taking nothing from no one give 'em hell long as I'm breathing
Keep kicking ass in the morning and taking names in the evening
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 you're probably sick of me now ain't you mama?
I'mma make you look so ridiculous now
I'm sorry mama!
I never meant to hurt you!
I never meant to make you cry; but tonight
I'm cleaning 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 cleaning out my closet
Ha! I got some skeletons in my closet
And I don't know if no one knows it
So before they throw me inside my coffin and close it
I'mma expose it; I'll take you back to '73
Before I ever had a multi-platinum-selling CD
I was a baby, maybe I was just a couple of months
My faggot father must have had his panties up in a bunch
'Cause he split, I wonder if he even kissed me goodbye
No I don't. On second thought I just f*cking wished he would die
I look at Hailie, and I couldn't picture leaving her side
Even if I hated Kim, I'd 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 outta that gun
'Cause I'da killed him; shit I would've shot Kim and him both
It's my life, I'd like to welcome y'all to "The Eminem Show"
I'm sorry mama!
I never meant to hurt you!
I never meant to make you cry; but tonight
I'm cleaning 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 cleaning out my closet
Now I would never diss my own mama just to get recognition
Take a second to listen 'fore you think this record is dissing
But put yourself in my position; just try to envision
Witnessing your mama popping prescription pills in the kitchen
Bitching that someone's always going through her purse and shit's missing
Going through public housing systems, victim of Münchausen'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 your 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? You're getting older now and it's cold when you're lonely
And Nathan's growing up so quick he's gonna know that you're phony
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 telling 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 f*cking 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!
I'm sorry mama!
I never meant to hurt you!
I never meant to make you cry; but tonight
I'm cleaning 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 cleaning out my closet
I'm sorry mama!
I never meant to hurt you!
I never meant to make you cry; but tonight
I'm cleaning 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 cleaning out my closet
I have no snare in my headphones. There you 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 as the mind of the motherf*cking kid that's behind
All this commotion emotions run deep as oceans, exploding
Tempers flaring from parents just blow 'em off and keep going
Not taking nothing from no one give 'em hell long as I'm breathing
Keep kicking ass in the morning and taking names in the evening
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 you're probably sick of me now ain't you mama?
I'mma make you look so ridiculous now
I'm sorry mama!
I never meant to hurt you!
I never meant to make you cry; but tonight
I'm cleaning 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 cleaning out my closet
Ha! I got some skeletons in my closet
And I don't know if no one knows it
So before they throw me inside my coffin and close it
I'mma expose it; I'll take you back to '73
Before I ever had a multi-platinum-selling CD
I was a baby, maybe I was just a couple of months
My faggot father must have had his panties up in a bunch
'Cause he split, I wonder if he even kissed me goodbye
No I don't. On second thought I just f*cking wished he would die
I look at Hailie, and I couldn't picture leaving her side
Even if I hated Kim, I'd 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 outta that gun
'Cause I'da killed him; shit I would've shot Kim and him both
It's my life, I'd like to welcome y'all to "The Eminem Show"
I'm sorry mama!
I never meant to hurt you!
I never meant to make you cry; but tonight
I'm cleaning 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 cleaning out my closet
Now I would never diss my own mama just to get recognition
Take a second to listen 'fore you think this record is dissing
But put yourself in my position; just try to envision
Witnessing your mama popping prescription pills in the kitchen
Bitching that someone's always going through her purse and shit's missing
Going through public housing systems, victim of Münchausen'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 your 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? You're getting older now and it's cold when you're lonely
And Nathan's growing up so quick he's gonna know that you're phony
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 telling 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 f*cking 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!
I'm sorry mama!
I never meant to hurt you!
I never meant to make you cry; but tonight
I'm cleaning 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 cleaning out my closet
I'm sorry mama!
I never meant to hurt you!
I never meant to make you cry; but tonight
I'm cleaning 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 cleaning out my closet
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Square Dance
[Intro:]
People! It feels so good to be back.
Ladies and gentleman, introducing the new and improved you know who
[Verse 1:]
Never been the type to bend or budge
The wrong button to push,
No friend of Bush
I'm the centerpiece, your the Maltese.
I am a pittbull off his leash,
All this peace talk can cease.
All these people I had to leave in limbo,
I'm back now,
I've come to release this info
I'll be brief and let me just keep shit simple.
Can-a-bitch don't want no beef with Slim?
Noooo!
Not even on my radar,
So won't you please jump off my dick
Lay off and stay off,
And follow me as I put these crayons to chaos from seance to seance,
Aw-a-aw-ch-a-aw
[Chorus x2:]
Y'all C'mon now,
Let's all get on down,
Let's do-si-do now,
We gon' have a good ol' time.
Don't be scared, cus there ain't nuttin' to worry 'bout,
Let your hair down,
And square dance with me!
[Verse 2:]
Let your hair down to the track,
Yeah kick on back.
Boo!
The boogies monster of rap,
Yeah the man's back
With a plan to ambush this Bush administration,
Mush the Senate's face in and push this generation,
Of kids to stand and fight for the right to say something you might not like,
This white hot light,
That I'm under,
No wonder,
I look so sunburnt,
Oh no,
I won't leave no stone unturned,
Oh no I won't leave,
Won't go nowhere,
Do-si-do,
Oh, yo, ho, hello there
Oh yeah don't think I won't go there,
Go to the Beirut and do a show there
Yah you laugh till your muthaf*ckin' ass gets drafted,
While you're at band camp thinkin' the crap can't happen,
Till you f*ck around,
Get an anthrax napkin,
Inside a package wrapped in saran Wrap wrapping,
Open the plastic and then you stand back gasping,
F*ckin' assassins hijackin' Amtracks crashin,
All this terror America demands action,
Next thing you know you've got Uncle Sam's ass askin'
To join the army or what you'll do for there Navy.
You just a baby,
Gettin' recruited at eighteen,
You're on a plane now,
Eatin their food and their baked beans.
I'm 28,
They gon take you 'fore they take me
Crazy insane or insane crazy?
When I say Hussein you say Shady,
My views ain't changed still Inhumane,
Wait,
Arraigned two days late,
The date's today,
Hang me!
[Chorus x2:]
[Verse 3:]
Nothin' moves me more than a groove the soothes me,
Nothin'soothes me more than a groove
That boosts me,
Nothin' boosts me more,
Or suits me beautifully,
There's nothin' you can do to me,
Stab me,
Shoot me,
Physcotic,
Hypnotic, product I got the antibotic.
Ain't nobody hotter and so on and yada yada
God I talk alot of hem-de-lay-la-la-la,
Oochie walla um da dah da dah da but you gotta gotta,
Keep movin',
There's more music to make,
Keep makin' new shit,
Produce hits to break
The monotony,
What's gotten into me?
Drug's, rock and Hennessey,
Thug like I'm 'Pac on my enemies,
On your knees,
Got you under seige,
Somebody you would give a lung to be
Hun-ga-ry,
Like a f*ckin' younger me,
F*ck the fee,
I can get you jumped for free,
Yah buddy,
Laugh it's funny,
I have the money to have you killed by somebody who has nothing,
I'm past bluffing,
Pass the K-Y,
Let's get ready for some intense,
Serious ass f*cking!
[Chorus x2]
[Outro:]
Dr. Dre., wants to square with me,
Nasty Nas, wants to square dance with me,
X to the Z, wants to square dance with me,
Busta Rhymes, wants to square dance with me,
Cana-bitch won't square dance with me,
Fan-a-bitch, won't square dance with me,
Canada-bis, don't want no parts of me,
Dirty Dozen wants to square dance with you-YEE-HAW!
People! It feels so good to be back.
Ladies and gentleman, introducing the new and improved you know who
[Verse 1:]
Never been the type to bend or budge
The wrong button to push,
No friend of Bush
I'm the centerpiece, your the Maltese.
I am a pittbull off his leash,
All this peace talk can cease.
All these people I had to leave in limbo,
I'm back now,
I've come to release this info
I'll be brief and let me just keep shit simple.
Can-a-bitch don't want no beef with Slim?
Noooo!
Not even on my radar,
So won't you please jump off my dick
Lay off and stay off,
And follow me as I put these crayons to chaos from seance to seance,
Aw-a-aw-ch-a-aw
[Chorus x2:]
Y'all C'mon now,
Let's all get on down,
Let's do-si-do now,
We gon' have a good ol' time.
Don't be scared, cus there ain't nuttin' to worry 'bout,
Let your hair down,
And square dance with me!
[Verse 2:]
Let your hair down to the track,
Yeah kick on back.
Boo!
The boogies monster of rap,
Yeah the man's back
With a plan to ambush this Bush administration,
Mush the Senate's face in and push this generation,
Of kids to stand and fight for the right to say something you might not like,
This white hot light,
That I'm under,
No wonder,
I look so sunburnt,
Oh no,
I won't leave no stone unturned,
Oh no I won't leave,
Won't go nowhere,
Do-si-do,
Oh, yo, ho, hello there
Oh yeah don't think I won't go there,
Go to the Beirut and do a show there
Yah you laugh till your muthaf*ckin' ass gets drafted,
While you're at band camp thinkin' the crap can't happen,
Till you f*ck around,
Get an anthrax napkin,
Inside a package wrapped in saran Wrap wrapping,
Open the plastic and then you stand back gasping,
F*ckin' assassins hijackin' Amtracks crashin,
All this terror America demands action,
Next thing you know you've got Uncle Sam's ass askin'
To join the army or what you'll do for there Navy.
You just a baby,
Gettin' recruited at eighteen,
You're on a plane now,
Eatin their food and their baked beans.
I'm 28,
They gon take you 'fore they take me
Crazy insane or insane crazy?
When I say Hussein you say Shady,
My views ain't changed still Inhumane,
Wait,
Arraigned two days late,
The date's today,
Hang me!
[Chorus x2:]
[Verse 3:]
Nothin' moves me more than a groove the soothes me,
Nothin'soothes me more than a groove
That boosts me,
Nothin' boosts me more,
Or suits me beautifully,
There's nothin' you can do to me,
Stab me,
Shoot me,
Physcotic,
Hypnotic, product I got the antibotic.
Ain't nobody hotter and so on and yada yada
God I talk alot of hem-de-lay-la-la-la,
Oochie walla um da dah da dah da but you gotta gotta,
Keep movin',
There's more music to make,
Keep makin' new shit,
Produce hits to break
The monotony,
What's gotten into me?
Drug's, rock and Hennessey,
Thug like I'm 'Pac on my enemies,
On your knees,
Got you under seige,
Somebody you would give a lung to be
Hun-ga-ry,
Like a f*ckin' younger me,
F*ck the fee,
I can get you jumped for free,
Yah buddy,
Laugh it's funny,
I have the money to have you killed by somebody who has nothing,
I'm past bluffing,
Pass the K-Y,
Let's get ready for some intense,
Serious ass f*cking!
[Chorus x2]
[Outro:]
Dr. Dre., wants to square with me,
Nasty Nas, wants to square dance with me,
X to the Z, wants to square dance with me,
Busta Rhymes, wants to square dance with me,
Cana-bitch won't square dance with me,
Fan-a-bitch, won't square dance with me,
Canada-bis, don't want no parts of me,
Dirty Dozen wants to square dance with you-YEE-HAW!
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
The Kiss (Skit)
[Eminem] I'm gonna kill this bitch. I'm gonna kill her. I'm going to f*ckin' jail, cause I'm gonna kill this bitch.
[Gary] Yo' man, I don't know.
[Eminem] What?
[Gary] I got a really, really bad feelin' about this.
[Eminem] Man, will you shut the f*ck up Gary. You've always got a bad feeling man. That's her car right there. Just park.
[Gary] Allright, just let me park. I'm parking!
[Eminem] F*ckin', turn the car off dog.
[Gary] Alright.
[Eminem] Alright, we wait.
[Gary] We wait for what?
[Eminem] We wait until she comes out. Man, I'm gonna f*ckin' kill her.
[Gary] Man, you ain't gonna kill nobody.
[Eminem] Man, just shut the f*ck up dog.
[Gary] What the f*ck did you bring that for?
[Eminem] Just shut up, f*ckin' clip is empty.
[Gary] Don't point that shit at me!
[Eminem] It's not even loaded bitch, look!
[Gary] Dude! God I f*ckin' hate when you do that shit.
[Eminem] Ha ha, ya but it's funny as f*ck.
[Gary] You're gonna f*ck around and kill me one of these days, I swear.
[Eminem] It get's you every time. Is that her?
[Gary] Where?
[Eminem] Right there motherf*cker.
[Gary] Yeah, f*ck.
[Eminem] Alright, get up, get up.
[Gary] Here we go again.
[Eminem] Get down!
[Gary] What the f*ck do you want me to do get under the car?
[Eminem] Yo', who's she walkin' with?
[Gary] How the f*ck am I supposed to know? You told me to duck down.
[Eminem] It's the f*cking bouncer. Did she just kiss him?
[Gary] I don't think so.
[Eminem] Dog, she just f*ckin' kissed him.
[Gary] No, she didn't!
[Eminem] She's kissing him dog!
[Gary] No she's not... oh shit.
[Eminem] C'mon, motherf*cker!
[Gary] MAARRSSHH!
[Gary] Yo' man, I don't know.
[Eminem] What?
[Gary] I got a really, really bad feelin' about this.
[Eminem] Man, will you shut the f*ck up Gary. You've always got a bad feeling man. That's her car right there. Just park.
[Gary] Allright, just let me park. I'm parking!
[Eminem] F*ckin', turn the car off dog.
[Gary] Alright.
[Eminem] Alright, we wait.
[Gary] We wait for what?
[Eminem] We wait until she comes out. Man, I'm gonna f*ckin' kill her.
[Gary] Man, you ain't gonna kill nobody.
[Eminem] Man, just shut the f*ck up dog.
[Gary] What the f*ck did you bring that for?
[Eminem] Just shut up, f*ckin' clip is empty.
[Gary] Don't point that shit at me!
[Eminem] It's not even loaded bitch, look!
[Gary] Dude! God I f*ckin' hate when you do that shit.
[Eminem] Ha ha, ya but it's funny as f*ck.
[Gary] You're gonna f*ck around and kill me one of these days, I swear.
[Eminem] It get's you every time. Is that her?
[Gary] Where?
[Eminem] Right there motherf*cker.
[Gary] Yeah, f*ck.
[Eminem] Alright, get up, get up.
[Gary] Here we go again.
[Eminem] Get down!
[Gary] What the f*ck do you want me to do get under the car?
[Eminem] Yo', who's she walkin' with?
[Gary] How the f*ck am I supposed to know? You told me to duck down.
[Eminem] It's the f*cking bouncer. Did she just kiss him?
[Gary] I don't think so.
[Eminem] Dog, she just f*ckin' kissed him.
[Gary] No, she didn't!
[Eminem] She's kissing him dog!
[Gary] No she's not... oh shit.
[Eminem] C'mon, motherf*cker!
[Gary] MAARRSSHH!
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Soldier
I'm a soldier, I'm a soldier, I'm a soldier, I'm a soldier...
Yo', never was a thug, just infatuated with guns,
Never was a gangsta, 'til I graduated to one,
And got the rep of a villain, for weapon concealin',
Took the image of a thug, kept shit appealin',
Willin' to stick out my neck, for respect if it meant life or death,
Never live to regret what I said,
When you're me, people just want to see,
If it's true, if it's you, what you say in your rap's, what you do,
So they feel, as part of your obligation to fulfill,
When they see you on the streets, face to face, are you for real,
In confrontation ain't no conversation, if you feel you're in violation,
Any hesitation'll get you killed, if you feel it, kill it,
If you conceal it, reveal it, being reasonable will leave you full of bullets,
Pull it, squeeze it, till it's empty, tempt me, push me, pussies,
I need a good reason to give this trigger a good squeeze...
[Chorus:]
I'm a soldier, these shoulder's hold up so much, they won't budge,
I'll never fall or fold up,
I'm a soldier,
Even if my collar bone's crush or crumble,
I will never slip or stumble,
I'm a soldier,
These shoulder's hold up so much, they won't budge,
I'll never fall or fold up,
I'm a soldier,
Even if my collar bone's crush or crumble,
I will never stumble...
I love pissin' you off, it get's me off,
Like my lawyer's, when the f*ckin' judge let's me off,
All you motherf*ckers gotta do is set me off,
I'll violate and all the motherf*ckin' bet's be off,
I'm a lit fuse, anything I do bitche, it's news,
Pistol whippin' motherf*ckin' bouncers, six-two,
Who needs bullets, soon as I pull it, you sweat bullets,
An excellent method to get rid of the next bully,
It's actually better cause instead you murderin',
You can hurt em' and come back again and kick dirt at 'em,
It's like pourin' salt in the wounds, assault and get sued,
You can smell the lawsuits soon as I waltz in the room,
Everybody halts and stops, calls the cops,
All you see is bitches comin' out their halter tops,
Runnin' and duckin' out the Hard Rocks parking lot,
You'll all get shot whether it's your fault or not, cause...
[Chorus]
I spit it slow so these kids know that I'm talkin' to 'em,
Give it back to these damn critics and sock it to em,
I'm like a thug, with a little bit of Pac influence,
I spew it, and look how I got you bitches rockin' to it,
You motherf*ckers could never do it like I could do it,
Don't even try it, you'll look stupid, do not pursue it,
Don't ever in your life, try to knock the truest,
I spit the illest shit, ever been dropped to two inch,
So ticky-tock listen as the sound ticks on the clock,
Listen to the sound of Kim as she licks on a cock,
Listen to the sound of me spillin' my heart through this pen,
Motherf*ckers know that I'll never be Marshall again,
Full of controversy until I retire my jersey,
'til the fire inside dies and expires at thirty, and
Lord have mercy on any more of these rappers that verse me,
And put a curse on authorities in the face of adversity, I'm a...
[Chorus]
Yo' left, yo' left, yo' left,
Right, left,
Yo' left, yo' left, yo' left,
Right, left,
Yo' left, yo' left, yo' left,
Right, left,
Yo' left, yo' left, yo' left,
Right, left...
Yo', never was a thug, just infatuated with guns,
Never was a gangsta, 'til I graduated to one,
And got the rep of a villain, for weapon concealin',
Took the image of a thug, kept shit appealin',
Willin' to stick out my neck, for respect if it meant life or death,
Never live to regret what I said,
When you're me, people just want to see,
If it's true, if it's you, what you say in your rap's, what you do,
So they feel, as part of your obligation to fulfill,
When they see you on the streets, face to face, are you for real,
In confrontation ain't no conversation, if you feel you're in violation,
Any hesitation'll get you killed, if you feel it, kill it,
If you conceal it, reveal it, being reasonable will leave you full of bullets,
Pull it, squeeze it, till it's empty, tempt me, push me, pussies,
I need a good reason to give this trigger a good squeeze...
[Chorus:]
I'm a soldier, these shoulder's hold up so much, they won't budge,
I'll never fall or fold up,
I'm a soldier,
Even if my collar bone's crush or crumble,
I will never slip or stumble,
I'm a soldier,
These shoulder's hold up so much, they won't budge,
I'll never fall or fold up,
I'm a soldier,
Even if my collar bone's crush or crumble,
I will never stumble...
I love pissin' you off, it get's me off,
Like my lawyer's, when the f*ckin' judge let's me off,
All you motherf*ckers gotta do is set me off,
I'll violate and all the motherf*ckin' bet's be off,
I'm a lit fuse, anything I do bitche, it's news,
Pistol whippin' motherf*ckin' bouncers, six-two,
Who needs bullets, soon as I pull it, you sweat bullets,
An excellent method to get rid of the next bully,
It's actually better cause instead you murderin',
You can hurt em' and come back again and kick dirt at 'em,
It's like pourin' salt in the wounds, assault and get sued,
You can smell the lawsuits soon as I waltz in the room,
Everybody halts and stops, calls the cops,
All you see is bitches comin' out their halter tops,
Runnin' and duckin' out the Hard Rocks parking lot,
You'll all get shot whether it's your fault or not, cause...
[Chorus]
I spit it slow so these kids know that I'm talkin' to 'em,
Give it back to these damn critics and sock it to em,
I'm like a thug, with a little bit of Pac influence,
I spew it, and look how I got you bitches rockin' to it,
You motherf*ckers could never do it like I could do it,
Don't even try it, you'll look stupid, do not pursue it,
Don't ever in your life, try to knock the truest,
I spit the illest shit, ever been dropped to two inch,
So ticky-tock listen as the sound ticks on the clock,
Listen to the sound of Kim as she licks on a cock,
Listen to the sound of me spillin' my heart through this pen,
Motherf*ckers know that I'll never be Marshall again,
Full of controversy until I retire my jersey,
'til the fire inside dies and expires at thirty, and
Lord have mercy on any more of these rappers that verse me,
And put a curse on authorities in the face of adversity, I'm a...
[Chorus]
Yo' left, yo' left, yo' left,
Right, left,
Yo' left, yo' left, yo' left,
Right, left,
Yo' left, yo' left, yo' left,
Right, left,
Yo' left, yo' left, yo' left,
Right, left...
Writer: Luis Edgardo Resto, Marshall B Mathers
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Say Goodbye Hollywood
[Chorus]
Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood
Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood
Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood
Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood
(Hollywood), sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood
(Why do I feel this way), sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood
Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood
Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood
[Verse 1]
I thought I had it all figured out, I did
I thought I was tough enough to stick it out with Kim
But I wasn't tough enough to juggle two things at once
I found myself layin' on my knees in cuffs
Which should've been a reason enough, for me to get my stuff and just leave
How come I couldn't see this shit myself, it's just me
Nobody couldn't see the shit I felt
Knowin' damn well she wasn't gonna be there when I fell, to catch me
The minute shit was heated she just bailed
I'm standin' here swingin' on like thirty people by myself
I couldn't even see the millimetere when it fell
Turned around saw Gary stashin' the heater in his belt
Saw the bouncers rush him and beat him to the ground
I just sold two million records, I don't need to go to jail
I'm not about to lose my freedom over no female
I need to slow down
Try to get my feet on solid ground, so for now I'm...
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Bury my face in comic books, cause I don't want to look
At nothin', this world's too much
I've swallowed all I could
If I could swallow a bottle of tylenol I would, and end it for good
Just say goodbye to Hollywood
I probably should, these problems are piling all at once
Cause everything that bothers me, I got it bottled up
I think I'm bottomin' out
But I'm not about to give up, I gotta get up
Thank God, I got a little girl
And I'm a responsible father
So not a lot of good, I'd be to my daughter layin' in the bottom of the mud
Must be in my blood cause I don't know how I do it
All I know is I don't want to follow in the footsteps of my dad
Cause I hate him so bad
The worst fear that I had was growin' up to be like his f*ckin' ass, man
If you could understand why I am the way that I am
What do I say to my fans, when I tell 'em I'm...
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
I don't wanna quit, but shit, I feel like this is it
For me to have this much appeal like this is sick
This is not a game, this fame, in real life this is sick
Publicity stunt my ass, conceal my f*ckin' dick
F*ck the guns, I'm done, I'll never look at gats
If I scrap, I'll scrap like I ain't never whooped some ass
I love my fans
But no one ever puts a grasp on the fact I've sacrificed everything I have
I never dreamt I'd get to the level that I'm at, this is whack
This is more than I ever could of asked
Everywhere I go, a hat, a sweater hood, or mask
What about math, how come I wasn't ever good at that
It's like the boy in the bubble, who never could adapt, I'm trapped
If I could go back, I never woulda rapped
I sold my soul to the devil, I'll never get it back
I just wanna leave this game with level head intact
Imagine goin' from bein' a no one to seein',
Everything blow up and all you did was just grow
Up emceeing
It's f*ckin' crazy
Cause all I wanted was to give Hailie the life I never had
But instead I forced us to live alienated, so I'm sayin'...
[Chorus]
[Outro]
Goodbye, goodbye Hollywood, (Goodbye),
Please don't cry for me, when I'm gone for good, (this shit is not for me),
So goodbye, goodbye Hollywood,
(I'm not a f*ckin' star), please don't cry
For me, when I'm gone for good, (I'm goin' back home)...
Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood
Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood
Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood
Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood
(Hollywood), sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood
(Why do I feel this way), sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood
Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood
Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood
[Verse 1]
I thought I had it all figured out, I did
I thought I was tough enough to stick it out with Kim
But I wasn't tough enough to juggle two things at once
I found myself layin' on my knees in cuffs
Which should've been a reason enough, for me to get my stuff and just leave
How come I couldn't see this shit myself, it's just me
Nobody couldn't see the shit I felt
Knowin' damn well she wasn't gonna be there when I fell, to catch me
The minute shit was heated she just bailed
I'm standin' here swingin' on like thirty people by myself
I couldn't even see the millimetere when it fell
Turned around saw Gary stashin' the heater in his belt
Saw the bouncers rush him and beat him to the ground
I just sold two million records, I don't need to go to jail
I'm not about to lose my freedom over no female
I need to slow down
Try to get my feet on solid ground, so for now I'm...
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Bury my face in comic books, cause I don't want to look
At nothin', this world's too much
I've swallowed all I could
If I could swallow a bottle of tylenol I would, and end it for good
Just say goodbye to Hollywood
I probably should, these problems are piling all at once
Cause everything that bothers me, I got it bottled up
I think I'm bottomin' out
But I'm not about to give up, I gotta get up
Thank God, I got a little girl
And I'm a responsible father
So not a lot of good, I'd be to my daughter layin' in the bottom of the mud
Must be in my blood cause I don't know how I do it
All I know is I don't want to follow in the footsteps of my dad
Cause I hate him so bad
The worst fear that I had was growin' up to be like his f*ckin' ass, man
If you could understand why I am the way that I am
What do I say to my fans, when I tell 'em I'm...
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
I don't wanna quit, but shit, I feel like this is it
For me to have this much appeal like this is sick
This is not a game, this fame, in real life this is sick
Publicity stunt my ass, conceal my f*ckin' dick
F*ck the guns, I'm done, I'll never look at gats
If I scrap, I'll scrap like I ain't never whooped some ass
I love my fans
But no one ever puts a grasp on the fact I've sacrificed everything I have
I never dreamt I'd get to the level that I'm at, this is whack
This is more than I ever could of asked
Everywhere I go, a hat, a sweater hood, or mask
What about math, how come I wasn't ever good at that
It's like the boy in the bubble, who never could adapt, I'm trapped
If I could go back, I never woulda rapped
I sold my soul to the devil, I'll never get it back
I just wanna leave this game with level head intact
Imagine goin' from bein' a no one to seein',
Everything blow up and all you did was just grow
Up emceeing
It's f*ckin' crazy
Cause all I wanted was to give Hailie the life I never had
But instead I forced us to live alienated, so I'm sayin'...
[Chorus]
[Outro]
Goodbye, goodbye Hollywood, (Goodbye),
Please don't cry for me, when I'm gone for good, (this shit is not for me),
So goodbye, goodbye Hollywood,
(I'm not a f*ckin' star), please don't cry
For me, when I'm gone for good, (I'm goin' back home)...
Writer: Luis Edgardo Resto, Marshall B Mathers, Michael A Elizondo
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management
Drips
[ Featuring Obie Trice ]
Obie, yo', I'm sick, damn, you straight dog...
[Chorus]
That's why I ain't got no time, for these games and stupid tricks, or these bitches on my dick,
That's how dudes be getting sick, that's how dicks be getting drips, falling victims to this
Shit, from these bitches on our dicks, f*cking chickens with no ribs, that's why I ain't got no
Time...
[Obie Trice]
Yo', I woke up f*cked up off the liquor I drunk, I had a bag of the skunk won in last nights
Tunk, pussy residue was on my penis, Denise from the cleaners, f*cked me good, you should of
Seen this, big booty bitch, switch unbearable, french roll stylin', body like a stallion, sizin'
Up the figure while my shit getting bigger, debatin' on a f*ck or do I want to be her nigga,
Caressin' this bitch, plus I'm checking out them tit's, sippin' on that fine shit I ain't used
To buyin', I gotta hit it from behind, it's mandatory, like takin' hoe's money, but that's
Another story, for surely, the pussy on toast after we toast, her clothes fell like bishop in
Juice, the womb beater, clean pussy eater, insertin' my jock in that spot hotter than the
Hottest block, don't stop, the response I got when I was knockin' it, clock steady tickin',
Kinky finger lickin', and can on, semen's at my tip when she moans, I gotta slow down before I
Cum soon, and work that nigga, like a slave owner, when I dropped off my outfit, she knew I
Wanted to bone her, she foamin' at the lips, the one between them hips, pubic hairs lookin' like
Some sour cream dip, without the nacho, my dick hit the spot though, pussy tighter than
Conditions of us black folks, we in the final stretch, the last part of sex, I bust a fat ass
Nut, then I woke up next, like what the f*ck is goin' on here, this bitch evaporated, pussy and
All, just picked up and vacated, now I'm frusturated cause my dick was unprotected, and Doctor
Wesley tellin' me I really got that shit...
[Chorus]
[Eminem]
Now I don't wanna hit no woman, but this chick's got it comin', someone better get this bitch,
Before she get's kicked in the stomach, and she's pregnant, but she's eggin' me on, beggin' me
To throw her off the steps of this porch, my only weapon is force and I don't wanna resort to
Any violence of any sort, but what's she shovin' me for, doesn't she love me no more, wasn't she
Huggin' me four minutes ago at the door, man, I'm this close to goin' toe-to-toe with this
Whore, what would you do if she was tellin' you she wants a divorce, she's havin' another baby
In a month, and it's yours, and you find out it isn't cause this bitch has been visitin' someone
Else, and suckin' his dick and kissin' you on the lips when you get back, to Michigan, now the
Plot is thickenin' worse, cause you feel like you've been stickin' your f*ckin' dick in a
Hearse, so you paranoid at every little cold that you get, ever since they told you this shit,
You've been holdin' your dick, so you go to the clinic, sweatin' every minute you in it, then
The doctor comes out lookin' like Dennis the Menace, and it's obvious to everyone in the lobby
It's AIDS, he ain't even gotta call you in his office to say it, so you jet back home, cause you
Gon' get that hoe, when you see her, you gon' bend her f*ckin' neck back, yo', cause you love
Her, you never would expect that blow, Obie told you the scoop, how could she stoop that low,
Jesus, I don't believe this, bitch works at the cleaners, bringin' me home diseases, swingin'
From Obie's penis, she's so deceivin', shit this hoe's a genius, she g'd us...
[Chorus]
I'm busy, yeah, f*ck these bitches, f*ck 'em all, get money, Shady records, Obie Trice, Eminem,
Motherf*cker, new millenium shit, yeah, turn this shit off, turn this shit the f*ck off...
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Without Me
[Intro: Obie Trice]
Obie Trice! Real name, no gimmicks... (*record scratch*)
Two trailer park girls go 'round the outside
'Round the outside, 'round the outside
Two trailer park girls go 'round the outside
'Round the outside, 'round the outside
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
I've created a monster, 'cause nobody wants ta
See Marshall no more, they want Shady, I'm chopped liver
Well, if you want Shady, this is what I'll give ya
A little bit of weed mixed with some hard liquor
Some vodka that'll jump start my heart quicker
Than a shock when I get shocked at the hospital
By the doctor when I'm not co-operating
When I'm rocking the table while he's operating (heyyy!)
You waited this long, now stop debating
'Cause I'm back, I'm on the rag and ovulating
I know that you got a job, Ms. Cheney
But your husband's heart problem's complicating
So the FCC won't let me be
Or let me be me, so let me see
They try to shut me down on MTV
But it feels so empty without me
So, come on and dip, bum on your lips
F*ck that! Cum on your lips and some on your tits
And get ready, 'cause this shit's about to get heavy
I just settled all my lawsuits; f*ck you, Debbie!
Now this looks like a job for me
So everybody, just follow me!
'Cause we need a little controversy
'Cause it feels so empty without me
I said this looks like a job for me
So everybody, just follow me!
'Cause we need a little controversy
'Cause it feels so empty without me
Little hellions, kids feeling rebellious
Embarrassed their parents still listen to Elvis
They start feeling like prisoners helpless
'Til someone comes along on a mission and yells, "Bitch!!!"
A visionary, vision is scary
Could start a revolution, polluting the airwaves
A rebel, so just let me revel and bask
In the fact that I got everyone kissing my ass {??smack}??
And it's a disaster, such a catastrophe
For you to see so damn much of my ass; you asked for me?
Well, I'm back, na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Fix your bent antenna, tune it in, and then I'm gonna
Enter in, and up under your skin like a splinter
The center of attention, back for the winter
I'm interesting, the best thing since wrestling
Infesting in your kid's ears and nesting
Testing, attention please
Feel the tension soon as someone mentions me
Here's my ten cents, my two cents is free
A nuisance, who sent? You sent for me?
Now this looks like a job for me
So everybody, just follow me!
'Cause we need a little controversy
'Cause it feels so empty without me
I said this looks like a job for me
So everybody, just follow me!
'Cause we need a little controversy
'Cause it feels so empty without me
A tisk-it a task-it, I'll go tit for tat with
Anybody who's talking "this shit, that shit"
Chris Kirkpatrick, you can get your ass kicked
Worse than them little Limp Bizkit bastards
And Moby? You can get stomped by Obie
You 36-year-old baldheaded fag, blow me!
You don't know me, you're too old, let go
It's over, nobody listens to techno
Now let's go, just give me the signal
I'll be there with a whole list full of new insults
I been dope, suspenseful with a pencil
Ever since Prince turned himself into a symbol
But sometimes the shit just seems
Everybody only wants to discuss me
So this must mean I'm disgusting
But it's just me, I'm just obscene
No, I'm not the first king of controversy
I am the worst thing since Elvis Presley
To do black music so selfishly
And use it to get myself wealthy
(Heyyy!) There's a concept that works
Twenty million other white rappers emerge
But no matter how many fish in the sea
It'll be so empty without me
Now this looks like a job for me
So everybody, just follow me!
'Cause we need a little controversy
'Cause it feels so empty without me
I said this looks like a job for me
So everybody, just follow me!
'Cause we need a little controversy
'Cause it feels so empty without me
[Outro]
Hum dei dei la la Hum dei dei la la la la la
Hum dei dei la la Hum dei dei la la la la la
Kids!
Obie Trice! Real name, no gimmicks... (*record scratch*)
Two trailer park girls go 'round the outside
'Round the outside, 'round the outside
Two trailer park girls go 'round the outside
'Round the outside, 'round the outside
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
I've created a monster, 'cause nobody wants ta
See Marshall no more, they want Shady, I'm chopped liver
Well, if you want Shady, this is what I'll give ya
A little bit of weed mixed with some hard liquor
Some vodka that'll jump start my heart quicker
Than a shock when I get shocked at the hospital
By the doctor when I'm not co-operating
When I'm rocking the table while he's operating (heyyy!)
You waited this long, now stop debating
'Cause I'm back, I'm on the rag and ovulating
I know that you got a job, Ms. Cheney
But your husband's heart problem's complicating
So the FCC won't let me be
Or let me be me, so let me see
They try to shut me down on MTV
But it feels so empty without me
So, come on and dip, bum on your lips
F*ck that! Cum on your lips and some on your tits
And get ready, 'cause this shit's about to get heavy
I just settled all my lawsuits; f*ck you, Debbie!
Now this looks like a job for me
So everybody, just follow me!
'Cause we need a little controversy
'Cause it feels so empty without me
I said this looks like a job for me
So everybody, just follow me!
'Cause we need a little controversy
'Cause it feels so empty without me
Little hellions, kids feeling rebellious
Embarrassed their parents still listen to Elvis
They start feeling like prisoners helpless
'Til someone comes along on a mission and yells, "Bitch!!!"
A visionary, vision is scary
Could start a revolution, polluting the airwaves
A rebel, so just let me revel and bask
In the fact that I got everyone kissing my ass {??smack}??
And it's a disaster, such a catastrophe
For you to see so damn much of my ass; you asked for me?
Well, I'm back, na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Fix your bent antenna, tune it in, and then I'm gonna
Enter in, and up under your skin like a splinter
The center of attention, back for the winter
I'm interesting, the best thing since wrestling
Infesting in your kid's ears and nesting
Testing, attention please
Feel the tension soon as someone mentions me
Here's my ten cents, my two cents is free
A nuisance, who sent? You sent for me?
Now this looks like a job for me
So everybody, just follow me!
'Cause we need a little controversy
'Cause it feels so empty without me
I said this looks like a job for me
So everybody, just follow me!
'Cause we need a little controversy
'Cause it feels so empty without me
A tisk-it a task-it, I'll go tit for tat with
Anybody who's talking "this shit, that shit"
Chris Kirkpatrick, you can get your ass kicked
Worse than them little Limp Bizkit bastards
And Moby? You can get stomped by Obie
You 36-year-old baldheaded fag, blow me!
You don't know me, you're too old, let go
It's over, nobody listens to techno
Now let's go, just give me the signal
I'll be there with a whole list full of new insults
I been dope, suspenseful with a pencil
Ever since Prince turned himself into a symbol
But sometimes the shit just seems
Everybody only wants to discuss me
So this must mean I'm disgusting
But it's just me, I'm just obscene
No, I'm not the first king of controversy
I am the worst thing since Elvis Presley
To do black music so selfishly
And use it to get myself wealthy
(Heyyy!) There's a concept that works
Twenty million other white rappers emerge
But no matter how many fish in the sea
It'll be so empty without me
Now this looks like a job for me
So everybody, just follow me!
'Cause we need a little controversy
'Cause it feels so empty without me
I said this looks like a job for me
So everybody, just follow me!
'Cause we need a little controversy
'Cause it feels so empty without me
[Outro]
Hum dei dei la la Hum dei dei la la la la la
Hum dei dei la la Hum dei dei la la la la la
Kids!
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Paul Rosenberg (Skit)
Em, it's Paul.
Listen, Joel just called me and he said you're in the f*cking back behind his studio,
Shooting your gun off in the air like it's a shooting range.
I told you not to f*cking bring your gun around, like an idiot, outside of your home.
You're gonna get yourself in trouble.
Don't bring your gun outside of your home you can't carry it on you.
Leave your f*ckin gun at home.
Listen, Joel just called me and he said you're in the f*cking back behind his studio,
Shooting your gun off in the air like it's a shooting range.
I told you not to f*cking bring your gun around, like an idiot, outside of your home.
You're gonna get yourself in trouble.
Don't bring your gun outside of your home you can't carry it on you.
Leave your f*ckin gun at home.
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Sing For The Moment
These ideas are nightmares,
white parents whose first fear is a child with dyed hair,
and who like earrings,
like whatever they say has no bearing,
its so scary in a house that allows no swearing,
to see him walking around with his headphones blaring,
alone his own zone, cold and he dont care,
he's a problem child, what bothers him all comes out,
when he talks about his ****** Dad walking out,
cuz he hates him so bad that he blocks him out,
if he ever saw him again he'd probably knock him out,
his thoughts are wacked, he's mad so he's talkin back,
talkin black, brainwashed from rock & rap,
he sags his pants, doo rags and a stocking cap,
his stepfather hit him so he socked him back,
and broke his nose, his house is a broken home,
there's no control he just lets his emotions go,
c'mon!
Chorus:
Sing with me (sing),
for the year (sing),
for the laughter, sing for the tear (c'mon)
Sing with me, just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away
Verse 2:
Entertainment is changing, intertwinin' with gangsters,
in the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum,
holy or unholy, only have one homie,
only this gun, lonely cuz don't anyone know me,
yet everybody just feels like they can relate,
i guess words are a mother*****, they can be great,
or they can degrate, or even worse, they can teach hate,
its like these kids hang on every single statement we make,
like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum,
now how the **** did this metamorphosis happen?
From standin' on corners and porches just rappin',
to havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ***,
but then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you,
fans turn on you, attorney's all want a turn at you,
to get they hands on every dime you have,
they want you to lose your mind every time you mad,
so they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon,
any dispute won't hesitate to produce handguns,
thats why these prosecutors wanna convict me,
strictly just to get me offa these streets quickly,
but all their kids be listen'n to me religiously,
so i'm signing CD's while police fingerprint me,
they're for the judges daughter, but his grudge is against me,
if i'm such a ****** menace, this **** doesn't make sense, B,
it's all political, if my music is literal then i'm a criminal,
how the **** can i raise a little girl?
I couldn't, i wouldn't be fit to,
You're full of **** too, Guerrera, that was a fist that hit you!
Chorus
Verse #3
they say music can alter moods and talk to you,
well can it load a gun up for you and cock it too?
well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude,
just tell the judge it was my fault, and I'll get sued,
see what these kids do, is hear about us totin' pistols,
they want to get one, cuz they think this ****'* cool,
not knowin' we're really just protectin' ourselves,
we're entertainers; of course this ****'* affecting our sales,
you ignoramus.
But music is reflection of self,
we just explain it, and then we get our cheques in the mail,
it's ****** up ain't it,
how we can come from practically nothin',
to bein' able to have any ****** thing that we wanted
it's why we sing for these kids that don't have a thing,
except for a dream and a ******' rap magazine,
who post pinup pictures on their walls all day long,
idolize their favorite rappers and know all they songs,
or for anyone who's ever been through **** in they lives,
so they sit and they cry at night, wishin they'd die,
till they throw on a rap record, and they sit and they vibe,
we're nothing to you, but we're the ******' **** in their eyes,
that's why we seize the moment, and try to freeze it and own it,
squeeze it and hold it, 'cos we consider these minutes golden,
and maybe they'll admit it when we're gone,
just let our spirits live on, through our lyrics that you hear in our songs,
and we can
Chorus
Chorus without Beat
Guitar solo
white parents whose first fear is a child with dyed hair,
and who like earrings,
like whatever they say has no bearing,
its so scary in a house that allows no swearing,
to see him walking around with his headphones blaring,
alone his own zone, cold and he dont care,
he's a problem child, what bothers him all comes out,
when he talks about his ****** Dad walking out,
cuz he hates him so bad that he blocks him out,
if he ever saw him again he'd probably knock him out,
his thoughts are wacked, he's mad so he's talkin back,
talkin black, brainwashed from rock & rap,
he sags his pants, doo rags and a stocking cap,
his stepfather hit him so he socked him back,
and broke his nose, his house is a broken home,
there's no control he just lets his emotions go,
c'mon!
Chorus:
Sing with me (sing),
for the year (sing),
for the laughter, sing for the tear (c'mon)
Sing with me, just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away
Verse 2:
Entertainment is changing, intertwinin' with gangsters,
in the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum,
holy or unholy, only have one homie,
only this gun, lonely cuz don't anyone know me,
yet everybody just feels like they can relate,
i guess words are a mother*****, they can be great,
or they can degrate, or even worse, they can teach hate,
its like these kids hang on every single statement we make,
like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum,
now how the **** did this metamorphosis happen?
From standin' on corners and porches just rappin',
to havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ***,
but then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you,
fans turn on you, attorney's all want a turn at you,
to get they hands on every dime you have,
they want you to lose your mind every time you mad,
so they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon,
any dispute won't hesitate to produce handguns,
thats why these prosecutors wanna convict me,
strictly just to get me offa these streets quickly,
but all their kids be listen'n to me religiously,
so i'm signing CD's while police fingerprint me,
they're for the judges daughter, but his grudge is against me,
if i'm such a ****** menace, this **** doesn't make sense, B,
it's all political, if my music is literal then i'm a criminal,
how the **** can i raise a little girl?
I couldn't, i wouldn't be fit to,
You're full of **** too, Guerrera, that was a fist that hit you!
Chorus
Verse #3
they say music can alter moods and talk to you,
well can it load a gun up for you and cock it too?
well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude,
just tell the judge it was my fault, and I'll get sued,
see what these kids do, is hear about us totin' pistols,
they want to get one, cuz they think this ****'* cool,
not knowin' we're really just protectin' ourselves,
we're entertainers; of course this ****'* affecting our sales,
you ignoramus.
But music is reflection of self,
we just explain it, and then we get our cheques in the mail,
it's ****** up ain't it,
how we can come from practically nothin',
to bein' able to have any ****** thing that we wanted
it's why we sing for these kids that don't have a thing,
except for a dream and a ******' rap magazine,
who post pinup pictures on their walls all day long,
idolize their favorite rappers and know all they songs,
or for anyone who's ever been through **** in they lives,
so they sit and they cry at night, wishin they'd die,
till they throw on a rap record, and they sit and they vibe,
we're nothing to you, but we're the ******' **** in their eyes,
that's why we seize the moment, and try to freeze it and own it,
squeeze it and hold it, 'cos we consider these minutes golden,
and maybe they'll admit it when we're gone,
just let our spirits live on, through our lyrics that you hear in our songs,
and we can
Chorus
Chorus without Beat
Guitar solo
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Superman
[ Featuring Dina Rae ]
Mm
You high baby?
Yeah
Yeah?
Ha ha ha
Talk to me
You want me to tell you somethin'
Uh huh
I know what you wanna hear
'Cause I know you want me baby
I think I want you too
I think I love you baby
I think I love you too
I'm here to save you girl
Come be in Shady's world
I wanna grow together
Let's let our love unfurl
You know you want me baby
You know I want you too
They call me Superman
I'm here to rescue you
I wanna save you girl
Come be in Shady's world
Oh boy you drive me crazy
Bitch you make me hurl
They call me Superman
Leap tall hoes in a single bound
I'm single now
Got no ring on this finger now
I'll never let another chick bring me down
In a relationship, save it bitch, babysit? You make me sick
Superman ain't savin' shit, girl you can jump on Shady's dick
Straight from the hip, cut to the chase
I'll tell the motherf*cking slut to her face
Play new games, say new names, ever since I broke up with what's her face
I'm a different man, kiss my ass, kiss my lips, bitch why ask?
Kiss my dick, hit my cash, I'd rather have you whip my ass
Don't put out? I'll put you out
Won't get out? I'll push you out
Puss blew out, poppin' shit
Wouldn't piss on fire to put you out
Am I too nice? Buy you ice
Bitch if you died, wouldn't buy you life
What you tryin' to be, my new wife?
What you Mariah? Fly through twice
But I do know one thing though
Bitches they come, they go
Saturday through Sunday Monday
Monday through Sunday yo
Maybe I'll love you one day
Maybe we'll someday grow
'Til then just sit your drunk ass on that f*ckin' runway hoe
'Cause I can't be your superman
Can't be your superman
Can't be your superman
Can't be your superman
I can't be your superman
Can't be your superman
Can't be your superman
Your superman, your superman
Don't get me wrong
I love these hoes
It's no secret
Everybody knows
Yeah we f*cked
Bitch so what?
That's about as far as your buddy goes
We'll be friends
I'll call you again,
I'll chase you around every bar you attend
Never know what kind of car I'll be in
We'll see how much you'll be partying then
You don't want that
Neither do I
I don't wanna flip when I see you with guys
Too much pride
Between you and I
Not a jealous man, but females lie
But I guess that's just what sluts do
How could it ever be just us two?
Never loved you enough to trust you
We just met and I just f*cked you
But I do know one thing though
Bitches they come they go
Saturday through Sunday Monday
Monday through Sunday yo
Maybe I'll love you one day
Maybe we'll someday grow
'Til then just sit your drunk ass on that f*ckin' runway hoe
I know you want me baby
I think I want you too
I think I love you baby
I think I love you too
I'm here to save you girl
Come be in Shady's world
I wanna grow together
Lets let our love unfurl
You know you want me baby
You know I want you too
They call me Superman
I'm here to rescue you
I wanna save you girl
Come be in Shady's world
Oh boy you drive me crazy
Bitch you make me hurl
First thing you said
I'm not phased,
I hang around big stars all day,
I don't see what the big deal is anyway,
You're just plain ol' Marshall to me
Ooh yeah girl run that game
Hailie Jade I love that name,
Love that tattoo, what's that say?
Rot in pieces' aw that's great
First off you don't know Marshall
At all so don't grow partial
That's ammo for my arsenal
I'll slap you off that bar stool
There goes another lawsuit
Leave hand prints all across you
Good lordy-wody you must be gone off that water bottle
You want what you can't have
Ooh girl that's too damn bad
Don't touch what you can't grab
End up with two back hands
Put Anthrax on a Tampax and slap you 'til you can't stand
Girl you just blew your chance
Don't mean to ruin your plans
But I do know one thing though
Bitches they come they go
Saturday through Sunday Monday
Monday through Sunday yo
Maybe I'll love you one day
Maybe we'll someday grow
'Til then just sit your drunk ass on that f*ckin' runway hoe
I know you want me baby
I think I want you too
I think I love you baby
I think I love you too
I'm here to save you girl
Come be in Shady's world
I wanna grow together
Let's let our love unfurl
You know you want me baby
You know I want you too
They call me Superman
I'm here to rescue you
I wanna save you girl
Come be in Shady's world
Oh boy you drive me crazy
Bitch you make me hurl
'Cause I can't be your superman
Can't be your superman
Can't be your superman
Can't be your superman
I can't be your superman
Can't be your superman
Can't be your superman
Your superman, your superman
'Cause I can't be your superman
Can't be your superman
Can't be your superman
Can't be your superman
I can't be your superman
Can't be your superman
Can't be your superman
Your superman, your superman
Writer: Jeffrey Irwin Bass, Marshall B Mathers, Steven Lee King
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Hailies Song
[Intro: Spoken]
Yo, I can't sing it
I feel like singin
I wanna f*ckin'sing
Cause I'm happy
Yeah, I'm happy
Ha Ha
I got my baby back
Yo, check it out
[Verse 1: Sung]
Some days I sit, starin'out the window
Watchin'this world pass me by
Sometimes I think there's nothin'to live for
I almost break down and cry
Somtimes I think I'm crazy
I'm crazy, oh so crazy
Why am I here, am I just wasting my time?
But then I see my baby
Suddenly I'm not crazy
It all makes sense when I look into her eyes
[Chorus]
Somtimes it feels like the world's on my shoulders
Everyone's leanin'on me
Cause sometimes it feels like the world's almost over
But then she comes back to me
[Verse 2: Sung]
My baby girl [Hailie laughs] keeps gettin'older
I watch her grow up with pride
People make jokes, cause they don't understand me
They just don't see my real side
I act like shit don't phase me,
Inside it drives me crazy
My insecurities could eat me alive
But then I see my baby
Suddenly I'm not crazy
It all makes sense when I look into her eyes
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Rapped]
Man, if I could sing, I'd keep singing this song to my daughter
If I could hit the notes, I'd blow something as long as my father
To show her how I feel about her, how proud I am that I got her
God, I'm a daddy, I'm so glad that her mum didn't want her
Now you probly get this picture from my public persona
That I'm a pistol-packing drug-addict who bags on his momma,
But I wanna just take this time out to be perfectly honest
Cause there's a lot of shit I keep bottled that hurts deep inside o' my soul,
And just know that I grow colder the older I grow
This boulder on my shoulder gets heavy and harder to hold
And this load is like the weight of the world
And I think my neck is breaking should I just give up,
Or try to live up to these expectations?
Now look, I love my daughter more than life in itself,
But I got a wife that's determined to make my life livin'hell
But I handle it well, given the circumstances I'm dealt
So many chances, man, it's too bad, coulda had someone else
But the years that I've wasted are nothing to the tears that I've tasted
So here's what I'm facin:
3 felonies, 6 years of probation
I've went to jail for this woman, I've been to bat for this woman
I've taken bats to peoples backs, bent over backwards for this woman
Man, I shoulda seen it comin, why'd I stick my penis up in?
Woulda ripped the pre-nup up if I'd seen what she was f*ckin
But f*ck it, it's over, there's no more reason to cry no more
I got my baby, baby the only lady that I adore, Hailie
So sayonara, try tomorra, nice to know ya
My baby's travelled back to the arms of her rightful owner
And suddenly it seems that my shoulder blades have just shifted
It's like the greatest gift you can get
The weight has been lifted
Now it don't feel like the world's on my shoulders
Everyone's leanin'on me
Cause my baby know's that her daddy's a soldier
Nothin' can take her from me
[Outro: Spoken]
Woo!
I told you I can't sing.
Oh well, I tried
Hailie, 'member when I said
If you ever need anything, daddy will be right there?
Well guess what?
Daddy's here.
And I ain't goin'nowhere baby
I love you! (kiss)
Yo, I can't sing it
I feel like singin
I wanna f*ckin'sing
Cause I'm happy
Yeah, I'm happy
Ha Ha
I got my baby back
Yo, check it out
[Verse 1: Sung]
Some days I sit, starin'out the window
Watchin'this world pass me by
Sometimes I think there's nothin'to live for
I almost break down and cry
Somtimes I think I'm crazy
I'm crazy, oh so crazy
Why am I here, am I just wasting my time?
But then I see my baby
Suddenly I'm not crazy
It all makes sense when I look into her eyes
[Chorus]
Somtimes it feels like the world's on my shoulders
Everyone's leanin'on me
Cause sometimes it feels like the world's almost over
But then she comes back to me
[Verse 2: Sung]
My baby girl [Hailie laughs] keeps gettin'older
I watch her grow up with pride
People make jokes, cause they don't understand me
They just don't see my real side
I act like shit don't phase me,
Inside it drives me crazy
My insecurities could eat me alive
But then I see my baby
Suddenly I'm not crazy
It all makes sense when I look into her eyes
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Rapped]
Man, if I could sing, I'd keep singing this song to my daughter
If I could hit the notes, I'd blow something as long as my father
To show her how I feel about her, how proud I am that I got her
God, I'm a daddy, I'm so glad that her mum didn't want her
Now you probly get this picture from my public persona
That I'm a pistol-packing drug-addict who bags on his momma,
But I wanna just take this time out to be perfectly honest
Cause there's a lot of shit I keep bottled that hurts deep inside o' my soul,
And just know that I grow colder the older I grow
This boulder on my shoulder gets heavy and harder to hold
And this load is like the weight of the world
And I think my neck is breaking should I just give up,
Or try to live up to these expectations?
Now look, I love my daughter more than life in itself,
But I got a wife that's determined to make my life livin'hell
But I handle it well, given the circumstances I'm dealt
So many chances, man, it's too bad, coulda had someone else
But the years that I've wasted are nothing to the tears that I've tasted
So here's what I'm facin:
3 felonies, 6 years of probation
I've went to jail for this woman, I've been to bat for this woman
I've taken bats to peoples backs, bent over backwards for this woman
Man, I shoulda seen it comin, why'd I stick my penis up in?
Woulda ripped the pre-nup up if I'd seen what she was f*ckin
But f*ck it, it's over, there's no more reason to cry no more
I got my baby, baby the only lady that I adore, Hailie
So sayonara, try tomorra, nice to know ya
My baby's travelled back to the arms of her rightful owner
And suddenly it seems that my shoulder blades have just shifted
It's like the greatest gift you can get
The weight has been lifted
Now it don't feel like the world's on my shoulders
Everyone's leanin'on me
Cause my baby know's that her daddy's a soldier
Nothin' can take her from me
[Outro: Spoken]
Woo!
I told you I can't sing.
Oh well, I tried
Hailie, 'member when I said
If you ever need anything, daddy will be right there?
Well guess what?
Daddy's here.
And I ain't goin'nowhere baby
I love you! (kiss)
Writer: Luis Edgardo Resto, Marshall B Mathers
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Steve Berman (skit)
[Eminem:] This muthaf*cka man...
[Berman:] It's ridiculous! I can't believe it! Hold on... Em...
[Eminem:] What up?
[Berman:] Have a seat... Dre, I'll call you back
[Eminem:] What now?
[Berman:] I don't even know where to start
[Eminem:] Okay...
[Berman:] I got the album from upstairs...
[Eminem:] And...
[Berman:] And this is BY FAR, THE MOST,..
[Gunshot]
[Berman, gasping] Incredible thing... I've ever... heard...
[Berman:] It's ridiculous! I can't believe it! Hold on... Em...
[Eminem:] What up?
[Berman:] Have a seat... Dre, I'll call you back
[Eminem:] What now?
[Berman:] I don't even know where to start
[Eminem:] Okay...
[Berman:] I got the album from upstairs...
[Eminem:] And...
[Berman:] And this is BY FAR, THE MOST,..
[Gunshot]
[Berman, gasping] Incredible thing... I've ever... heard...
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
When The Music Stops
[ Featuring D12 ]
[Bizzare:]
[Echo]
Music, reality, sometimes it's hard to tell the difference
But we as entertainers have a responsibility to these kids
Sike!
[Eminem:]
If I were to die murdered in cold blood tomorrow
Would you feel sorrow or show love
Or would it matter
Can never be the lead-off batter of things
Shit for me to feed off
I'm see-saw battlin
But there's way too much at stake for me to be fake
There's too much on my plate
And I came way too far in this game to turn and walk away
And not say what I got to say
What the f*ck you take me for? a joke? you smokin crack?
Before I do that, I beg Mariah to take me back
I get up 'for I get down, run myself in the ground, 'for I put some wack shit out
I'm tryin-a smack this one out the park, five-thousand mark
Ya'll steady tryin to drown the shark
Ain't gonna do nothin but piss me off
Lid to the can of whoop ass, just twist me off
See me leap out, pull the piece out, f*ck shootin I'm just trying to knock his teeth out
F*ck with me now, bitch, let's see you freestyle
Talk is cheap, motherf*cker if you're really feeling froggish, leap
Yo slim, you gonna let him get away with that?
He tried to play you, you can't let him skate with that
Man I hate this crap, this ain't rap,
This is crazy the way we act
When we confuse hip-hop with real life when the music stops
[Swift:]
There ain't no getting rid of McVeigh
If so you woulda tried
The only way I'm leavin this bitch is suicide
I have died clinically, arrived back at my enemy's crib with hennesy,
Got drunk then I finished he
I'm every nigga's favorite arch-enemy.
Physically fitted to be the most dangerous nigga with beef
I spark willingly with a dillinger in the dark dilligently
I'm not what you think
I appear to be f*cked up
Mentally endangered
I can't stay away from a razor
I just want my face in a paper
I wish a nigga had a grenade to squeeze tight to awake neighbors for acres
I murder you
Danger had me turned into a mad man, son of sam, bitch, I'm surgical
I'l allergic to dyin, you think not? you got balls? We can see how large
When the music stops
[Kon Artist:]
I was happy having a deal at first,
Thought money would make me happy but
It only made my pain worst,
It hurts when u see your friends turn their back on u dawg
When u ain't got nothing left but your word and your balls
And you're stressed from the calls of your new friends
Beggin' with they hands out
Checking for your record when it's selling
When it ain't, that's the end, no laughs
No friends no girl
Just the gin u drink till u car spin u then
[Screech]
Damn!
[Crash]
U slam into the wall and u fall
Out the car, trying to crawl with one arm
About to lose it all in a pool of alcohol
If my funeral's tomorrow, wonder if they would even call when the music stops
[Kuniva:]
Let's see how many of your men loyal,
When I pull up looking for you,
With a pistol sipping on a can of pennzoil
I'm revved up, who said what would lead bust your head would just explode
With red stuff I'm hand cuffed tossed in the paddy wagon
Braggin about how u shot it like a coward, bullets devour you showered you
Niggars, if I was u niggas, I'll run while given the chance
Understand I can enchance the spirit of man
Death itself, it can't hurt me, just the thought of dying alone that really
Irks me, u ain't worthy to speak thoughts of cheap talk
Be smart and stop trying to walk how g's walk before we spark
Hug the floor while we plan to the war with your life, f*ck the tour and the mic
I'll rather f*ck a whore with a knife, deliver that shit the coroner's like
You high hype poppin' shit in broad day light nigga your a gonna at night
When The Music Stops
[Proof:]
Instigators, turn pits in cages
Let loose and bit the neighbours
Wrist to razors
Ya'll don't want war, you want talk
In the dark my dogs all bark like woof
Proof nigga I'm a wolf, get your whole roof
Caved in like reindeer hoofs
Stomped the roof shake the floor tiles loose
The more ya'll breach, the more I moves
This hell street, this is hardcore blues
Put a gun to rap checking all our jewels (nigga)
Or make the news betcha all ya'll move
When the uzi pop, you better drop when the music stop
[Bizzare:]
Music's changed my life in so many ways
Brains confused and f*cked since the 5th grade
LL told me to rock the bells
NWA said f*ck the police
Now I'm in jail
93 was strictly R&B
F*cked up hair cut
Listen to Jodeci
Michael Jackson, who gonna tell me I ain't Mike
Ass cheeks painted white
F*cking Presilla at night
Flying down sunset smoking crack
Transvestite in the front
Eddi Murphy in the back
MOP had me grindy and griddy
Marilyn Manson, I dyed my hair blue
And grew some titties
Ludacris told me to throw them bowls
Now I'm in the hospital
Broken nose and a fractured elbow
Voices in my head, I'm going in shock,
I'm reaching for the glock but the music stops
[Bang]
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Say What You Say
[ Featuring Dr. Dre ]
Ha
So I'm out the game, huh? (Huh, huh)
Yo, Dre, we ridin'?
Whatever, haha
Well, I'm with you, homie
Okay, let's handle the small shit
I was born to brew up storms, stir up shit
Kick up dust, cuss 'til I slur up spit
Grew up too quick, went through too much
Knew too much shit, corrupt
And I'ma pour it on like syrup, bitch
Thick and rich, sick and twisted, Mr. Buttersworth
Dre told me to milk this shit for what it's worth
'Til the cow just tilts and tips and stumbles to Earth
And if I fumble a verse, keep going
First take, I make mistakes, just keep it
No punches pulled, no punches, that's weak shit
Fake shit, if I ever take shit, I'll eat shit
Wasn't for him, wouldn't be shit
Creep with me, as we take a little trip down memory lane
Been here longer than anyone in the game
And I ain't got to lie about my age
(But what about Jermaine?) F*ck Jermaine
He don't belong speaking mine or Timbaland's name
And don't think I don't read your little interviews
And see what you're sayin'
I'm a giant, and I ain't gotta move 'til I'm provoked
When I see you, I'ma step on you and not even know it
You midget, mini-me with a bunch of little mini-yous
Running around your backyard swimming pools
Over 80 million records sold
And I ain't have to do it with ten or eleven-year-olds
'Cause what you say is what you say
Say what you say how you say it whenever you sayin' it
Just remember how you said it when you was sprayin' it
So who you playin' with, huh? (Huh, huh, huh)
'Cause what you say is what you say
Say what you say how you say it whenever you sayin' it
Just remember how you said it when you was sprayin' it
So who you playin' with, huh? (Huh, huh, huh)
Second verse, it gets worse, it gets no better than this
Amateurs drink veteran piss from a Dixie cup
If you ever mix me up
Or confuse me with a Canibus or Dre with a Dupri
We'll rub it in, every club you're in
We'll have you blackballed
And make sure you never rap a-f*ckin'-gain
Dre ain't havin' it, long as I'm here to play devil's advocate
If there was some magic shit I could wave over the industry
That could save it when I'm gone and buried
To make sure the tradition carries on, I would
If I could only use this power for good
I wouldn't, not even if I could
From the hood, and I'm a hornet
And I'ma only sting when I'm cornered
And I'ma only sucker punch and swing without warning
And swing to knock somebody's f*ckin' head off
'Cause I know if they get up
I won't get a chance to let off another punch
I'm punk rock, no one's punk
Don't give a f*ck, white Pac, so much spunk
When I was little, I knew I would blow up and sell a mil'
Or grow up to be Attila, go nuts and be a killer
And I'm something of a phenom, one puff of the chron'
I'm unstoppable, I'm alive and on top again
There's no obstacle that I can't conquer
So come along with us (c'mon)
'Cause what you say is what you say
Say what you say how you say it whenever you sayin' it
Just remember how you said it when you was sprayin' it
So who you playin' with, huh? (Huh, huh, huh)
'Cause what you say is what you say
Say what you say how you say it whenever you sayin' it
Just remember how you said it when you was sprayin' it
So who you playin' with, huh? (Huh, huh, huh)
Now anybody who knows Dre
Knows I'm about fast cars and Alizé, partyin' all day
But I handled my business, 'cause it's work before play
Don't look for trouble, but I'll serve you gourmet
However you want it, you can have it your way
You f*ck my night up, I'ma f*ck up your day
Bullet with your name, sending it your way
That goes for anyone who walks through that doorway
'Cause this is my space, you invade it
Live to regret it, and you'll die tryin' to violate it
F*ck around, get annihilated, eyes dilated
Huh, like my old lady
'Cause what you say is what you say
Sometimes what you mean is two different things
Depending on your mood if it swings
Think too many things, little hit of Dre's weed
I can do anything, catch a contact and I'm gone
And I'm back, I speed write
And my loose leaf's my launchpad
And I can pull any string, don't have to prove anything
Catch a contract on your head
You headed West, talk shit about Dre
You better get a vest and invest
In something to protect your head and neck
And it's back and forth all day, like Red and Meth
I joke when I say I'm the best in the booth
But a lot of truth is said in jest
And if I ever do live to be a legend, I'ma die a sudden death
Five mics in The Source? Ain't holding my f*cking breath
But I'll suffocate for the respect
'Fore I breathe to collect a f*cking check
'Cause what you say is what you say
Say what you say how you say it whenever you sayin' it
Just remember how you said it when you was sprayin' it
So who you playin' with, huh? (Huh, huh, huh)
'Cause what you say is what you say
Say what you say how you say it whenever you sayin' it
Just remember how you said it when you was sprayin' it
So who you playin' with, huh? (Huh, huh, huh)
Watch your f*cking mouth
Yo, this Timbaland, tell him I said suck my dick
Writer: Andre Young, Marshall B Mathers, Michael A Elizondo, Ronald Feemster
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Till I Collapse
[ Featuring Nate Dogg ]
'Cause sometimes you just feel tired (yo, left, yo, left)
You feel weak (yo left, right, left)
And when you feel weak (yo, left)
You feel like you wanna just give up (yo, left)
But you gotta search within you (yo left, right, left)
You gotta find that inner strength (yo, left) (yo, left)
And just pull that shit out of you (yo left, right, left)
And get that motivation to not give up (yo, left, yo, left)
And not be a quitter (yo, left, yo, left)
No matter how bad you wanna just fall flat on your face and collapse (yo left, right, left)
'Til I collapse I'm spilling these raps long as you feel 'em
'Til the day that I drop you'll never say that I'm not killing 'em
'Cause when I am not, then I'ma stop pennin' 'em
And I am not hip-hop and I'm just not Eminem
Subliminal thoughts, when I'ma stop sending 'em?
Women are caught in webs, spin 'em and hock venom
Adrenaline shots of penicillin could not get the illin' to stop
Amoxicillin's just not real enough
The criminal, cop killing, hip-hop villain
A minimal swap to cop millions of Pac listeners
You're coming with me, feel it or not
You're gonna fear it like I showed you the spirit of God lives in us
You hear it a lot, lyrics that shock, is it a miracle (ohh, ohh, ohh)
Or am I just a product of pop fizzing up (ohh, ohh)
Fo' shizzle my wizzle, this is the plot, listen up (ohh, ohh, ohh)
You bizzles forgot, Slizzle does not give a f*ck (ohh, ohh)
'Til the roof comes off, 'til the lights go out
'Til my legs give out, can't shut my mouth
'Til the smoke clears out, am I high? Perhaps
I'ma rip this shit 'til my bone collapse (until the roof)
'Til the roof comes off, 'til the lights go out (until the roof) (the roof comes off)
'Til my legs give out, can't shut my mouth (the roof comes off) (until my legs)
'Til the smoke clears out, am I high? Perhaps (until my legs)
I'ma rip this shit 'til my bone collapse (give out from underneath me)
Music is like magic, there's a certain feeling you get
When you're real and you spit and people are feeling your shit
This is your moment, and every single minute you spend
Tryna hold onto it 'cause you may never get it again
So while you're in it try to get as much shit as you can
And when your run is over just admit when it's at its end
'Cause I'm at the end of my wits with half the shit that gets in
I got a list, here's the order of my list that it's in
It goes, Reggie, Jay-Z, Tupac and Biggie
Andre from Outkast, Jada, Kurupt, Nas and then me
But in this industry I'm the cause of a lot of envy
So when I'm not put on this list the shit does not offend me
That's why you see me walk around like nothing's bothering me (ohh, ohh, ohh)
Even though half you people got a f*ckin' problem with me (ohh, ohh)
You hate it but you know respect you've got to give me (ohh, ohh, ohh)
The press's wet dream, like Bobby and Whitney, Nate hit me (ohh, ohh)
'Til the roof comes off, 'til the lights go out
'Til my legs give out, can't shut my mouth
'Til the smoke clears out, am I high? Perhaps
I'ma rip this shit 'til my bone collapse (until the roof)
'Til the roof comes off, 'til the lights go out (until the roof) (the roof comes off)
'Til my legs give out, can't shut my mouth (the roof comes off) (until my legs)
'Til the smoke clears out, am I high? Perhaps (until my legs)
I'ma rip this shit 'til my bone collapse (give out from underneath me)
Soon as a verse starts, I eat at an MC's heart
What is he thinking? How not to go against me? Smart
And it's absurd how people hang on every word
I'll probably never get the props I feel I ever deserve
But I'll never be served, my spot is forever reserved
If I ever leave earth that would be the death of me first
'Cause in my heart of hearts I know nothing could ever be worse
That's why I'm clever when I put together every verse
My thoughts are sporadic, I act like I'm an addict
I rap like I'm addicted to smack like I'm Kim Mathers
But I don't wanna go forth and back in constant battles
The fact is I would rather sit back and bomb some rappers
So this is like a full blown attack I'm launching at 'em (ohh, ohh, ohh)
The track is on some battlin' raps who want some static (ohh, ohh)
'Cause I don't really think that the fact that I'm Slim matters (ohh, ohh, ohh)
A plaque and platinum status is wack if I'm not the baddest (ohh, ohh)
'Til the roof comes off, 'til the lights go out
'Til my legs give out, can't shut my mouth
'Til the smoke clears out, am I high? Perhaps
I'ma rip this shit 'til my bone collapse (until the roof)
'Til the roof comes off, 'til the lights go out (until the roof) (the roof comes off)
'Til my legs give out, can't shut my mouth (the roof comes off) (until my legs)
'Til the smoke clears out, am I high? Perhaps (until my legs)
I'ma rip this shit 'til my bone collapse (give out from underneath me)
Until the roof (until the roof)
The roof comes off (the roof comes off)
Until my legs (until my legs)
Give out from underneath me now
I, I will not fall
I will stand tall
Feels like no one can beat me
Writer: Brian May, Luis Resto, Marshall Mathers, Nathaniel Hale
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING
My Dads Gone Crazy
[ Featuring Hailie Jade ]
[Intro:]
[Tuning TV]
[Eminem Snortin Crack]
[TV Presenter:]
Hello boys and girls
Today we're gonna talk about father and daughter relationships
Do you have a daddy?
I'll bet you do
[Door opens]
Who's your daddy?
[Hailie:]
Daddy, what're you doing?
[Beat starts]
[Eminem:]
Haha
[Eminem & Hailie:]
Ok then! everybody, listen up!
[Eminem:]
I'm goin to hell, who's comin' with me?
[Hailie:]
Somebody, please help him!
[giggle]
I think my dad gone crazy!
[Verse #1:]
There's no mountain I can't climb
There's no tower too high,
No plane that I can't learn how to fly
What do I gotta do to get through to you, to show you
There ain't nothing I can't take this chainsaw to
[Hailey Makes Chainsaw Sound]
F*ckin' brain's brawn, and brass balls
I cut 'em off, I got 'em pickled and bronzed in a glass jar
Inside of a hall, with my framed autographed,
Sunglasses with elton john's name, on my drag wall
I'm out the closet, I been lying my ass off
All this time, me and dre been f*cking with hats off
[Dr Dre:]
Suck it marshall
[Eminem:]
So tell Laura and her husband to back off
Before I push this motherf*cking button and blast off
And launch one of these russians, and blast off
[Hailie Makes Explosion Sound]
Blow every f*cking thing, except afghanistan on the map, off
When will it stop? When will I knock the crap off?
[Knocking]
Hailie, tell 'em baby
[Hailie:]
My dad's lost it
[Chorus:]
[Eminem:]
There's really nothin' else to say I, I can't explain it
[Hailie:]
I think my dad gone crazy!
[Eminem:]
A little help from Hailie Jade won't you tell em' baby
[Hailie:]
I think my dad gone crazy!
[Eminem:]
There's nothin' you could do or say that could ever change me
[Hailie:]
I think my dad gone crazy!
[Eminem:]
There's no one on earth that can save me, not even halie
[Hailie:]
I think my dad gone crazy!
[Verse 2:]
It's like my mother always told me
[Eminem Impersinates His Mom]
Rana Rana Rana Rana Rana Rana Rana Rana Rana Rana,
And codeine and goddamit, you little motherf*cker
If you ain't got nothin' nice to say then don't say nothin'
Uh...
F*ck that shit, bitch, eat a motherf*ckin' dick
Chew on a prick, and lick a million motherf*ckin' cocks per second
I'd rather put out a motherf*cking gospel record
I'd rather be a pussy-whipped bitch, eat pussy
And have pussy-lips glued to my face with a clit-ring in my nose
Then quit bringin my flows, quit giving me my ammo
Can't you see why I'm so mean? if y'all leave me alone, this wouldn't be my
M.o.
I wouldn't have to go eenie meenie minie mo
Catch a homo by his toe, man I don't know no more
Am I the only f*ckin one who's normal any more?
[Hailie:]
Dad
[Chorus]
[Verse #3:]
My songs can make you cry, take you by surprise
And at the same time, make you dry your eyes with the same rhyme
See what you're seeing is a genius at work
Which to me isn't work, so it's easy to misinterpret it at first,
Cause when I speak, it's tongue in cheek
I'd yank my f*ckin teeth before id ever bite my tongue
I'd slice my gums, get struck by f*ckin' lightning twice at once
And die and come back as vanilla ice's son
And walk around the rest of my life spit on
And kicked and hit with shit, every time I sung
Like R Kelly as soon as "bump n' grind" comes on
More pain inside of my brain, than the eyes of a little girl inside of a
Plane
Aimed at the World Trade, standin' on Ronnie's grave,
Screaming at the sky, till clouds gather as Clyde Mathers and Bonnie Jade
And that's pretty much the gist of it, Parents are pissed, but the kids love
It
Nine millimeter, heater stashed, in two-seaters with meat cleavers
I don't blame you, I wouldn't let hailie listen to me neither
[Chorus]
[Outro:]
[Eminem:]
Crazy
[Hailie:]
Ha ha
You're funny daddy!
Writer: Andre Romell Young, Marshall B Mathers, Michael A Elizondo, Ronald Feemster
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Curtains Close (Skit)
[Ken Kaniff]
Is this thing on?
Where'd everybody go?
Guess who's back?
Back again...
Ken is back, tell some... men
Rub my back, Rub my back, Rub my back, Rub my back...
Eh... Wait... Hello?
Eh... Goodnight
Is this thing on?
Where'd everybody go?
Guess who's back?
Back again...
Ken is back, tell some... men
Rub my back, Rub my back, Rub my back, Rub my back...
Eh... Wait... Hello?
Eh... Goodnight
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
The Eminem Show is the fourth studio album by the American rapper Eminem. After originally being scheduled for release on June 4, 2002, the album was released nine days earlier on May 26, 2002, through Aftermath Entertainment, Shady Records, and Interscope Records, due to it having been pirated and bootlegged. The album saw Eminem take a substantially more predominant production role; most of it was self-produced, with his longtime collaborator Jeff Bass. It features guest appearances from Obie Trice, D12, Dr. Dre, Nate Dogg, Dina Rae and Eminem's daughter Hailie Jade Scott-Mathers.
The album incorporates a heavier use of rap rock than Eminem's previous albums, and its themes are predominantly based on Eminem's prominence in hip hop culture, as well as his ambivalent thoughts of fame. The album also features political commentary on the United States, including references to 9/11, Osama bin Laden, the War on terror, President George W. Bush, Lynne Cheney and Tipper Gore. Due to its less satirical and shock factor lyrical approach, The Eminem Show was regarded as Eminem's most personal album at the time and a step back from the Slim Shady alter ego.
Widely considered the most anticipated album of 2002, The Eminem Show debuted at number one on the Billboard 200 and stood there for six non-consecutive weeks. It sold over 1.3 million copies in its second week in the US, where it registered a full week of sales. It also topped the UK Albums Chart for five consecutive weeks. It produced four commercially successful singles, "Without Me", "Cleanin' Out My Closet", "Superman", and "Sing for the Moment", and it features one of his most popular songs, "'Till I Collapse". The album was met with widespread acclaim, with praise directed at Eminem's mature, introspective lyricism and the album's experimental production.
The Eminem Show was both the best-selling album of 2002 in the United States and the best-selling album worldwide of 2002, along with being the best-selling hip hop album in music history, and Eminem's most commercially successful album to date. The album was certified 12× Platinum by the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA), and its worldwide sales of 27 million copies make it one of the best-selling albums of all time and the second best-selling album of the 21st century.
At the 2003 Grammy Awards, it was nominated for Album of the Year and won Best Rap Album, while "Without Me" won Best Music Video. Blender, Muzik and LAUNCH named it the best album of 2002, and several publications named it among the best albums of the decade.
Genre(s):
Hip hop, rap rock, political hip hop The album incorporates a heavier use of rap rock than Eminem's previous albums, and its themes are predominantly based on Eminem's prominence in hip hop culture, as well as his ambivalent thoughts of fame. The album also features political commentary on the United States, including references to 9/11, Osama bin Laden, the War on terror, President George W. Bush, Lynne Cheney and Tipper Gore. Due to its less satirical and shock factor lyrical approach, The Eminem Show was regarded as Eminem's most personal album at the time and a step back from the Slim Shady alter ego.
Widely considered the most anticipated album of 2002, The Eminem Show debuted at number one on the Billboard 200 and stood there for six non-consecutive weeks. It sold over 1.3 million copies in its second week in the US, where it registered a full week of sales. It also topped the UK Albums Chart for five consecutive weeks. It produced four commercially successful singles, "Without Me", "Cleanin' Out My Closet", "Superman", and "Sing for the Moment", and it features one of his most popular songs, "'Till I Collapse". The album was met with widespread acclaim, with praise directed at Eminem's mature, introspective lyricism and the album's experimental production.
The Eminem Show was both the best-selling album of 2002 in the United States and the best-selling album worldwide of 2002, along with being the best-selling hip hop album in music history, and Eminem's most commercially successful album to date. The album was certified 12× Platinum by the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA), and its worldwide sales of 27 million copies make it one of the best-selling albums of all time and the second best-selling album of the 21st century.
At the 2003 Grammy Awards, it was nominated for Album of the Year and won Best Rap Album, while "Without Me" won Best Music Video. Blender, Muzik and LAUNCH named it the best album of 2002, and several publications named it among the best albums of the decade.
Producer(s): Eminem, Dr. Dre, Jeff Bass, Mr. Porter
Length: 77:30
Released: May 26th, 2002
Year: 2002